#so nobody. cares. and they will never care.

[brawberryz]

⎯⎯ㅤSay you'll never leave me

Batfam Yan! × Negleted Idol! Reader

| Platonic |

Note / English is not my first language / Inspired by the anime "Oshi No Ko"

TW / Yandere behaviors, Toxic relationships, emotional dependency, neglect, violence, blood, death, murder, mentions of sex (not explicit), abandonment, stalking, harassment, daddy issues, Dark themes

What is love?

That's what you've always wondered: was it really as good as people said it was?

Is true love the same as fake love? You didn't know

You never experienced any kind of love from your family

The people who were supposed to care for you and protect you just treated you like garbage

The people who were supposed to be there for you when you needed them most abandoned you as soon as they could

Since you were little, you knew none of them liked you, but you could pretend they loved you

You could lie, lie about your life, lie about your feelings

Lies tasted better than the truth, because lying made you look better in people's eyes

Lies didn't hurt, truths did

You are the perfect liar

And those lies got you to where you were now, everyone loved (name)

The perfect idol, you were in a small group of idols, but your charisma and affection for your fans took you to the top

Your face was everywhere, there wasn't a single person on the planet who didn't know your name or face

And even when you were still alive You foolishly wanted your family to notice you, you became an idol out of spite.

You thought if you became famous they would be proud of you.

That he would be proud of you.

For as long as you can remember, you fought for your father's acceptance.

You wanted him to notice that you existed, to look at you with the same affection you looked at your other siblings.

But it never happened that way. You thought it was because you were weak.

Everyone else was so unique and talented.

And you were just (name). The only thing that stood out about you was the fact that you had the last name 'Wayne'.

But then you were a nobody.

But on stage, you could forget all your worries. You could feel that people loved you.

They praised you, loved you, and supported you.

Even though you knew it was fake, it was all always fake.

They only loved the perfect (name), the one who never made mistakes and was always smiling.

You should be perfect. Your job as an idol was to give the fans what they wanted.

Your feelings didn't matter; you had to give people what they wanted, even if it killed you.

You knew all the admiration was only superficial, but it still felt so good.

For the first time, you felt loved, even if it was fake.

You made bad decisions throughout your life, from personal to romantic.

You ended up pregnant after sleeping with a stranger. You thought you'd finally found the love of your life.

But all he did was use your body for pleasure.

And even though you knew he never loved you and only used you, you knew there was a little bit of love in it.

Or so you wanted to think, so you wouldn't feel stupid.

But being an idol and being pregnant wasn't easy.

Your agency decided to hide everything. It would be terrible if one of their idols was pregnant.

It would ruin your entire reputation.

They couldn't allow that. One of they best idols was hated.

You wanted to call Bruce, tell him everything that happened.

But you were too cowardly.

What if he was disappointed?

Maybe he'd think you called him to take advantage of him.

Maybe he'd tell you you were an idiot for the things you did; you were too young.

You knew it was a risky decision, but you decided to keep the baby.

Although apparently it wasn't a baby, but twins.

You were happy because you felt that after so much time, you wouldn't be alone anymore.

You would be able to start a family; that was what you always wanted.

Months later, your babies were born. You had never felt so happy in your life.

That day, you swore you would protect them with your life.

For the first time, you experienced what love was, and this time, it wasn't fake.

You're so cute, Aqua!"

You said laughing, squeezing one of he chubby cheeks.

You decided to retire from show business for a while; you wanted to dedicate all your time to your children.

You didn't want them to feel the same way you did.

You would be a better version of them.

"Oh!" You felt a small push on your arm and could see Ruby looking at you with those eyes of hers. They were so similar, yet so different from you. "You're very pretty too, Ruby. The cutest girl in the world!"

You hugged them both with all your strength. Everything you'd ever dreamed of was now yours.

For the first time in your life, you allowed yourself to feel loved.

This love wasn't fake; it was real.

Here, you didn't need to lie or pretend.

The doorbell rang, snapping you out of your thoughts.

"Uh? I don't remember ordering anything..."

You said, getting up from the couch.

You left Aqua and Ruby in the living room as you headed for the door.

But Aqua was too stubborn and decided to follow you. he felt something wasn't right.

You opened the door and found a strange man standing there, but you were surprised when you saw the flowers he was carrying. Perhaps it was a gift from your manager.

It wasn't uncommon for someone from your company to send you gifts to let them know you were okay.

But you could barely react when you felt something sharp enter your abdomen.

"M-Mom..."

Was all he could say when he saw the whole The blood in the hallway and the man with the knife in his hand

Apparently, one of your fans had found out you had children, that you had a family

And he couldn't stand that his 'innocent and tender' (name) had some kind of boyfriend or husband

So he decided to kill you as revenge

The man ran out of your apartment; you barely had the strength to close the door, and your body collapsed right there

Aqua ran to hug you even though he knew your blood was staining his body

You could only hug him tighter as you tried to reach the phone on the wall

Aqua saw you dial a number and how the brightness of your eyes grew dimmer when the voicemail rang

It seemed like not even in the midst of death could you count on your family

"Dad...?" You said, barely trying not to choke on your own blood. "I know you probably d-don't want to talk to me... and I understand, but..."

You could feel Aqua squeezing you tighter, trying to keep your blood from spilling out. You could see Ruby from the other side of the glass.

Her look of terror hurt you. It hurt to see how scared she looked.

And you understood. No child should see their mother die.

You barely gave her a weak smile. You wanted to go over and hug her, but your body could barely hold the phone.

"Please... take care of Aqua and Ruby. They're all I have." A long silence fell over the room, and only small sobs could be heard in the hallway. For the first time in your life, you were afraid of dying. "Dad... I'm scared... please take care of them."

Your voice grew fainter and fainter, the brightness in your eyes dimmed, and tears streamed down your face.

A small "I love you" was heard, but Aqua couldn't tell if you were saying it to him, Ruby, or the man you were talking to.

The phone fell to the floor, and Aqua could feel the soft beat of your heart stop.

Your body felt as cold as snow.

He see his mother die before his eyes, and he couldn't do anything.

That day, Aqua promised himself he would kill the man who did this to you.

And maybe he would seek revenge. Your own father didn't answer your call when you asked for help. What kind of family was that?!

The message was sent, and the only noise left in the room was Aqua's frantic breathing and Ruby's crying from the other side of the glass.

Bruce could only repeat the voicemail over and over again. All he had left of you was your voice pleading for help.

He was supposed to be Batman, a hero.

But he wasn't even able to save his own daughter. Maybe if he answered that call, you'd still be alive.

He thought if he pushed you away, you wouldn't have to suffer anything. Being a vigilante wasn't easy, and he thought if he kept you away from him, he wouldn't have to put you in danger.

But even so, now you were dead.

When you mentioned Aqua and Ruby, he didn't know what you meant, but when he found out you were pregnant and had children, he felt worse.

You were pregnant and you never told him!? It sounded so hypocritical, and he knew it, but he couldn't stand that you decided to hide something as important as that.

Why didn't you ever call him? Even though I knew he didn't call you, it was for a good reason.

He wanted to keep you away from any danger, and he was too cowardly to call you.

After so many years, what could I say to you?

He ignored you your whole life. Would you let him back into your life?

Would you still consider him family after all this time?

He was a coward, and he knew it.

He wanted to have you back in his arms and make up for lost time.

But now you were just a memory, a blurry memory because he couldn't even remember the sound of your laughter or your gaze.

Your voice was the only true sound of you he could remember now.

But he swore he'd make the guy who did this to you pay. Maybe this time he'd let go of the no-kill rule.

Meanwhile, the sound of the television in the living room filled the room.

There was no sound, just the reporter's voice as she said you'd been found dead in your apartment.

Your face appeared on the screen; no one could believe you were dead.

In everyone's head, they had different ways to make the man who did this suffer and torture him.

They knew it was hypocritical to worry about you now, but they loved you!

In their own way...

But there was still a little bit of affection for you.

Damian thought about using the Lazarus Pit to revive you. He knew the consequences, but he couldn't allow his older sister to be dead.

You were supposed to stay alive!

He and you are Wayne by blood, you can't die!

You can't leave him alone. You were so stupid to leave the mansion and become an idol.

But it's okay. He'll find the signature to revive you, and this time he won't let you go.

Jason thought about crushing that man's skull with his bare hands. He wasn't the best brother to you, and he knows it.

You used to get along, before the Joker killed him and then he was revived.

At that moment, he was filled with rage and felt like everyone had betrayed him.

And he pushed you away, thinking it was for the best.

He was afraid of breaking you. He had broken many things in his life, and you were the only thing he hadn't broken.

So he pushed you away out of fear and rejection, and right now, he regrets it so much.

He'll avenge his sister and kill anyone who dares to say anything about you.

Dick couldn't even process it. He was the older brother who held the family together.

But it was always very different. with you, ignoring your needs or forgetting you.

It wasn't on purpose! He swears.

He was just too caught up in his responsibilities that he put you aside.

He wanted to pretend it didn't affect him so much, but inside, he was devastated.

But he was going to make amends for his mistakes, but first, he had to take care of the bitch who dared to touch you.

Tim barely found out you died; his whole world fell apart. He wasn't even prepared for that.

Your death?

This couldn't be possible. How? When?

He had a plan for everything, but this?

This was simply out of his hands.

But he pushed himself and began to investigate more than any other detective. Your killer was good at hiding, but he was much smarter.

It wouldn't surprise anyone that he was the first to discover the culprit.

He liked psychological torture more than physical torture, so he knew he could have fun with it as soon as he got his hands on it.

They were a bad family, but they got better!

It wasn't easy for Aqua and Ruby to adapt to their new family either.

For them, Aqua and Ruby were the only thing closest to you.

They were so similar to you.

Although Ruby accepted the overprotectiveness and affection, Aqua denied it.

He knew their intentions, Aqua still hated them for all the harm they caused.

He was going to get revenge on the man who did this to you and on your family.

They didn't deserve you; they're all hypocrites and manipulators.

Aqua knew your whole family was crazy.

I just hoped they weren't crazy enough to revive you.

They would never do that, right?

Right...?

After a long time, I decided to post something again.

Artist's block was the worst thing that could have happened to me.

I don't know if I'll do a second part; I'm too lazy to do any kind of series. So, it's an open ending

:vvv

[heyimkana]

guildmaster!jinwoo and secretary!reader?????? omg kana you’re feeding us THANK YOUUUU😭😭😭🫶

being his secretary means coming along with him and the ahjin guild to the international guild conferences. imagine all the high ranking hunters around the world have their attention on him—his presence practically exudes power and immeasurable amounts of mana, it’s no surprise that he immediately draws all eyes in the room. but the hunters can’t help but notice “that pretty thing” walking alongside him, their eyes inevitably straying towards you for far longer than jinwoo would like. cue possessive!guildmaster!jinwoo 🫢

OHMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGOD YES OKAY IMAGINE THIS

WC: 1,4K | Warnings: sex, swearing | Continuation from this

Let's say the international conference happened a week after they had sex for the first time.

So, they went to another country together, not getting the chance to talk much because people always surrounded him. That day when Jinwoo kissed and made love to you in his private office... As wonderful and passionate as it was, it only happened one time. He had been very busy with his schedules after that, so you had no chance to speak privately with him.

Through your eyes, with how he kept his demeanor nonchalant and reserved, you assumed he had no interest in taking the relationship to the next step. You had also been too afraid to ask him about your status since... Well, he was a national-level hunter, and you were nothing, not even a hunter. You were just a normal person—a nobody.

Surely, he wouldn't want to be in a relationship with someone like me.

You didn't know that the real reason why Jinwoo never asked you out was because he didn't wish to make you a target for having a special relationship with him. He couldn't risk it, not after what happened with Jinho. He decided it was better if your relationship with him stayed strictly business, no matter how much he wanted to hold you, take care of you, and love you the way a lover would.

You could still feel his eyes on you every now and then, and sometimes he smiled a little softer than usual when he thanked you for your assistance, as if seeing you stand so close to him but could never be entirely his melted and broke his heart at the same time. You didn't think too much of it, though. You told yourself not to.

After the conference ended, you returned to the hotel you had reserved for the night. You escorted him back to his room, helping him carry over the documents. Jinwoo had been quiet for a while, though you weren't sure why. You wondered if he was exhausted. After all, he was never fond of long meetings, and that conference took the entire day. You were worried about him, but... There was nothing you could do. You were just his secretary, never his lover.

"Take your rest, Mr. Sung," you said, maintaining your perfect formality even when it was only the two of you then. "I'm sure you're exhausted. I will be in my room next door should you need me. Good night."

You pivoted on your heels, making your way outside, but the second you stepped into the hallway, his fingers caught your wrist, yanking you back into the room. He slammed the door shut and pinned you against the door, his torso pressed flushed against your back, his fingers splayed at the front of your throat as his mouth latched hotly on your neck.

His heart was pounding, fueled by desire and frustration, while yours beat in the exhilaration of finally having his hands on you again. After enduring a day of watching other hunters leer and ogle at you, Jinwoo couldn't hold back any longer. He needed you, and he needed you then. His large hand seized your hip, pulling you even closer, his grip firm and possessive. His control slipped away, his desire for you taking over.

"M-Mr. Sung, what—"

"Don't call me that," he said, almost in a low growl. His lips found your earlobe, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin as he spoke. "I want to hear my name on your lips. No 'Mr. Sung', no formalities."

You shivered, "J-Jinwoo..."

"Fuck." He angled your face to the side, kissing you so roughly, breathlessly, consuming enough to make your legs grow weak. He pressed you further against the wall, his bulge pressing hotly against your behind, his palm sliding underneath your blouse, tightly kneading your breast. "You don't know what you do to me, do you?"

"Jinwoo, what..." Your breathing started to tatter. "What are you doing?" You were confused. You thought he didn't want anything to do with you anymore.

His breath was hot against your ear, his voice gruff and filled with need. "What does it look like I'm doing, Sweetheart?" He placed a gentle yet passionate kiss on the junction between your neck and shoulder.

“You… I don’t know..." You chew on your lip to restrain your moans. "You seem... angry.”

"Damn right, I'm angry," he let out a low grumble, his grip on your hip tightening, nails digging into the skin. "Do you know how many men were staring at you during that conference? I could barely focus on the damn meeting."

He pushed up your skirt to your waist with one hand while the other applied pressure on the spot between your shoulder blades. You bent forward the way he commanded you to, clawing against the door as Jinwoo gripped your hip and guided your ass toward him, his zipper teasing your lingerie, his lip bitten at the sensation of his bulge grinding against your behind.

"Every time a man looked at you and smiled," he leaned forward, his teeth grazing your shoulder. "I wanted to wring his goddamn neck. You looked too fucking good, and they were all looking at you like you were some piece of meat. It took everything I had not to go over and punch someone in the face."

He meant his every word, and it sent quivers down your body. You'd never thought someone as composed as Sung Jinwoo could lose his composure like this—all because of you.

You needed him terribly, your body aching for him that you started pushing back, giving him the message for him to do as he pleased.

"Seeing them all looking at you... touching you..." He took off his belt with one hand, tossing it to the side. "God, I wanted to grab you and mark you as mine right then and there."

He pushed his pants low enough just for his hard, leaking cock to break free. "You're mine, aren't you, Angel?" He rubbed his tip against your entrance, his own breathing jagged. His hand slithered to your neck, framing your face as he took the shell of your ear between his teeth. "No one can have you but me, right?"

"Y-yes," you shut your eyes close, wanting him to be as close as possible, to be as deep as possible. "Jin, please—"

"Say that you're mine."

The dominance, the possessiveness in his tone nearly petrified you. "I'm yours—" You barely finished your line when he thrust inside, deep and hard, pushing all his length in one drive of his hips. It burned in all the right ways, your walls stretched and used, molded into his shape. You choked on your breath, your fingers clenching into fists as you tried to balance yourself.

"Again," he demanded, one hand pinning your wrist against the door while the other held you still by the hip. "Tell me who you belong to."

"Y-you—ah—" One sudden thrust made you fall forward, your body pressed flat against the door with his cock sliding in and out. He was fucking his anger and frustration into you, every pound of his hips was a testament to the control he had over you. It felt so good, so raw, so feral, and you found yourself sobbing out his name in pleasure.

"I think I've changed my mind," Jinwoo said breathlessly, one hand hooked around your thigh, lifting your leg to give him more access, to bury himself deeper inside. "I'm going to let everyone know that you're mine. I'll take the risk. I'll keep you with me at all times. I'll protect you no matter what it takes, even if it means putting my life on the line. I'll show the whole fucking world that you belong to me."

The thrill of being owned by a man who could have anything—anyone—in the universe, sent you to the edge. "Jinwoo, I'm—I'm close—"

He held you tight against him, his hips rocking erratically against yours. "Come for me, Angel." And as you let yourself go, your body weak in his arms, your mind reeling in the afterglow, Jinwoo kissed your cheek, his touch soothing compared to how he used you just a second ago.

"I'll never let you go," he whispered, embracing you close. "You're mine to protect, mine to claim, mine to possess. Don't ever forget that."

His fingers tightened around your throat, far from hurting but enough to assert his power over you. And through gritted teeth, he said—

[vaaaaaiolet]

Leon's no stickler for wedding traditions. But when no something blue has you feeling blue, he might just have a fix.

f / m fluff and cuteness before you walk down the aisle. leon is a sweetheart. one or two bad puns. you're a lil anxious but that's okay!! ft. your beloved's neck trauma </3

word count: 888 // read on ao3 // drabble masterlist

a/n: for zo from this ask. i got asked about what a wedding between leon and reader in my agent au might look like and this is SO BAD I'M SORRY. I WROTE AT 1 AM THIS WITH CLASS AT 7 THE NEXT DAY. posted on ao3 first bc i was too sleepy to make the tumblr banner 🤧 *gestures vaguely hoping you still like it*

“One peek. For half a second.”

“It’s bad luck.”

“Since when have you cared about being lucky? You’ve never needed luck to land a bullet.”

Shoulder pressed to your dressing room’s door, laughter flutters in your chest. “You don’t get it. It’s the principle.”

“What kind of fuckass principle-”

“Leon!”

“-gets to tell me I can’t see my wife?” 

“Soon-to-be,” you smile, picking at the white lace of your bodice. 

“Oh man.” You practically hear your still-fiancé’s fingers fly up to pinch the bridge his nose. “Sweetheart, you should’ve told me you were such a goody-two shoes before I put that ring on your finger.”

“You didn’t get the memo after I’ve been landing you in hot water with Hunnigan for three years now?”

Leon’s palms clap dejectedly against the door. Half-surrender, half-plea.

“For the millionth time, go away,” you giggle. You lean your back against the door. Imagine him doing the same when the wood paneling seems to press back. Breathe for a beat too many before saying, “You’ll see me in a bit, I just…I need the luck for today to be perfect.”

You think you’ve finally won when he goes silent. For a second, anyway.

“So that’s what it is.”

“Hm?”

“Are you nervous?” Leon asks quietly.

“What girl isn’t nervous on their wedding day?” you whisper back.

“Does it have to be? What if our wedding isn’t perfect?”

Talk about a surefire way to spike a bride’s heart rate. You frantically check your reflection in the vanity mirror. Clutch your bouquet tighter lest it fall fantastically apart at his words. 

“See, this is why you’re not supposed to be here,” you hiss at the door, “now I’m panicking!”

One last roll call. You’re sure you’ve planned for everything. Your something old: your mother’s wedding veil. Something new, the diamonds on your neck. Something borrowed: the roses you’ll carry to the altar, gathered from your maid of honor’s garden that you’ll make sure to toss back. Something blue…

“Shit!” you cry out. 

“What? What’s wrong?”

“I forgot my something blue, Leon, I can’t walk without it!”

“You’re sure?”

Of course you’re sure. It’s Wedding 101, the one rule you can’t break. Everything you’ve been through with the man on the other side of the door has led up to this moment. Your jobs never allowed you the privilege of making mountains out of molehills, but today? This is the moment you’d been promised would be perfect – in spite of the endless trials and tribulations the universe seemed intent on imposing on the both of you. 

Sleepless nights. Far-flung disappearances. Knives at your throats. Knives at each other’s throats that one time with the parasites. Thanklessly saving the world from the brink of disaster only to have each other to lean on at the end of the day. Over and over, falling in love with the only person who understands the fatal mistake of taking normalcy for granted. 

Just once, you wished you could have it like everybody else waiting for you to walk down the aisle. 

“Open the door, sweetheart.”

Your voice cracks. The no doesn’t come out like it should. 

A muffled swish of fabric sounds from the other side, and Leon repeats himself, tacking on a soft please this time. “Do you trust me?”

Nobody more than him.

“Just stick out your leg,” he murmurs. “I won’t look.”

An odd request. You crack open the door. Hesitantly step out your right foot. 

“Little more, please.”

If you’re not mistaken, the faintest of sighs sounds the moment you do. Leon presumably drops to his knees at the muffled thud of carpet that ensues, and it’s suddenly your turn to gasp. He’s reaching up your dress, fingers skirting over your leg, along your thigh-

“What are you doing?” you squeak, gripping the doorframe.

“Not that I’m into the garter thing, it’s kinda gross, actually – phew, you’re not wearing your holster – but maybe this will work.”

Smooth, silky fabric encircles your thigh in seconds. 

“Too tight?”

“Mm-mm…”

He chuckles softly and ducks out, taking care to fix your skirts as if nothing ever happened, looking decidedly the other way the whole time. You pull your foot back into the safety of your dressing room and bunch up your dress in confusion to find-

A navy bow tie wrapped around your upper thigh.

“How’s that?” Leon ventures hopefully.

It’s something. It’s blue. You relay this to him, disbelief eventually bubbling into laughter. 

“But now you don’t have a bow tie, stupid!”

“Would you believe me if I told you I’ve been waiting for an excuse to get rid of it? You know how much I-”

“-hate things around your neck.”

“Right?” The exasperation in his voice makes you giggle. “And they wouldn’t listen when I told them, baby. I told you, I’m hopeless without you.” 

Leon’s hand reaches out on a mission to find yours, one that it fulfils, complete with a kiss on your knuckles. A mission with ulterior motives; you pretend not to see the flash of something blue that glances up at you. The blue you can’t wait to wake up to for the rest of your life.  

“Perfect wedding or not, I just wanna marry you. Don’t you?”

You don’t save the I do for the altar.

What’s one more imperfect tradition?

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[apathetik12]

Little stobotnik reverse au idea that Im prolly never gonna fully flesh out. Context: Stone is a commander and Robotnik was assigned to him to both get him out of the lab and to give Stone an assistant. Whta they didnt prepare for was for them to be even worse menaces that they started.

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“Commander Stone, I believe it's your turn to share your next strategies,” some nobody moves on from the last speaker. Stone has never liked these meetings, so he just waves a hand towards his assistant.

“Ah, Robotnik knows everything,” Stone deadpans. “He’ll explain everything.” Robotnik looks up from his tablet, where he was just pretending to take notes, in confusion.

“Wha-”

“Go on,” Stone glances over his shoulder at the other, waving towards the front. Robotnik glances up before looking back at his boss. “You’re the one making the robots for it. Go explain.”

Robotnik thinks to push back. After all, he'd only been assigned as the commander’s personal assistant/scientist a little more than a week ago. Yet, as a different official they could care less about tries to speak up against it, Stone harshly snaps in their face and continues to look at Robotnik expectantly. Taking a deep breath, not bothering to hide the slump in his shoulders, he walks to the front and starts to set up the PowerPoint.

Stone doesn't bother to pay attention to Robotnik’s presentation. They've already been over all of this: the robotics, the attached firearms, the strategies, the insane amount of casualties that the resulting explosions would cause. It's much more entertaining to watch his coworkers struggle to keep up. Stone likes how his new assistant can do that- speak so fast and with such a brilliant vocabulary that just about anyone else blue screens. Everyone except for Stone, of course. He wouldn't have direct contact with one of G.U.N.’s best engineers otherwise. Plus, by the end of it, Robotnik has that wild grin of genius that Stone loves to see. The PowerPoint ends with a little gif of an explosion over a stick figure labelled “the enemies”- Robotnik’s the one that made the slides.

Stone doesn't bother to pay attention to how the chair skids out behind him as he gets up, his hands planted on the table and a similar, sinister grin to his assistant plastered on his face. “Now then, I believe that was all that was asked of me. Ta-ta. Doctor! Let's get a move on.” Stone doesn't even glance over his shoulder to know his assistant is following. Though, he does pause and groan as he can already hear the nobodies shoot up from their seats.

“Now where do you think you're going?” One of them demands, as if they have the right.

“Back to my lair-” sure, it's technically an office, but it's a separate building and it's decorated in a way that lair just fits better- “and I'd really prefer to get a move on. I have wars to end before they start.”

“And what makes you think you can just walk out?!”

Stone snaps his finger and waits a moment for Robotnik to catch on. Thankfully, he doesn't have to turn around before he hears his doctor start speaking to the table. “You see, in our subsequently ranked hierarchy based on levels of critical importance, certain time, skill, and activities are ranked excessively greater than those of measly circle jerks of power.”After a few beats of confused silence, Stone can feel Robotnik turn to him. “Commander?”

Stone spins around with a sadistic grin on his face. “Ya basic!” He translates, much louder than necessary. He turns back around and gestures for his assistant to follow. “Doctor, let's go.”

“Yes, commander.”

Once that door is closed behind him, Stone spares a glance at his assistant. Robotnik has never been good at hiding emotions. Well, he is, just not to Stone. He memorized every micro expression he could the first week of having him. Yet, even those that don't know Robotnik could see the beaming smile on his face. Putting stuck up idiots in their place tends to have that effect.

“Honestly, what were those imbeciles thinking,” Stone starts on a rant, already storming through the building, towards the exit, “not even just those meetings. God, I hate those meetings. But they also had you locked up in a lab before this? With, what? Mediocre scientists? Despicable! Unthinkable! Downright idiotic! Listen here my dear doctor, if I ever- and I mean EVER- start treating you like that, smack me. You have my full permission.”

“Yes, commander.”

“And I mean it. You might be my assistant, but I'm not stupid. You're capable of great things, and by hell are we going to achieve them.”

Stone can almost hear that grin grow wider as Robotnik repeats another, “yes, commander.”

“Now then,” Stone pauses to hold the door open for his assistant, “we have casualties to cause.”

[geddyqueer]

wip wednesday :)

good morning. here's a scene from my 8x11 fix it "no crying in baseball" which i'm really trying hard to finish before 8x15 drops lmfao. not sure who has a wip going at the moment so i am throwing a bunch of penne noodle tags at the wall: @setmeatopthepyre @screamlet @chamacafeahorrible @r-o-s-e-f-i-r-e @beanarie @trombonechurchill and YOU [menacing glare].

They work on throwing. They work on catching. They work on sprinting and sliding and getting out of each others' way. They have batting practice and he convinces Kaylee to do a demonstration on following the ball.

"Okay, girls," he says at the second practice, and one of them pipes up, "We're not all girls, Coach."

"Oh," he says, looking around at them. "Uh, people?"

They shrug.

"Players" is written off as boring; "comrades" goes over most of their heads. "How about Scorpions," he says, and they holler and cheer and throw their gloves in the air.

"Alright, Scorpions, get working on your sprints," he says, and the cheers turn to groans, but it's fine.

Some days Tracy joins him at the field, with a cooler full of juice boxes and orange slices and animal crackers. Some days it's one of Tayla's dads, Marc, a dentist who looks a lot more uptight than he is. Some days it's Rae-Anne's step?mother?—Tommy's really not sure how anyone in that family is related, but he's not judging. Lucy even comes back for another afternoon when all the parents are busy.

Unluckily for him it's the day after they ran into Evan on a call, loading a patient into the air ambulance and stepping back and almost tripping over the guy, Evan's eyes wide as he scanned Tommy's face and clocked the still-lingering bruise.

"Tommy," Evan said, Hen on his other side jumping to attention, "are you okay?"

"Christ, Buck, leave him alone, we're at work," Lucy snapped, and that was enough to make Evan deflate entirely. He stumbled backwards and Hen guided him away from the helicopter before Tommy could fire it up and decapitate himself and everyone in the vicinity so he never had to have this conversation again.

"I mean, don't get me wrong, he's a great guy," Lucy says from her ever-present camp chair the next day. "But he's such a bull in a china shop with relationships."

That's not true, Tommy thinks; Evan may have been clumsy, but it was Tommy who had placed his own heart inside the thinnest, most fragile glass case. It was Tommy who had unscrewed one of the legs holding it up. It was Tommy who had handed over a baseball bat and allowed Evan to go wild.

"Well?" Lucy asks, and Tommy sighs.

"He's kind. He's funny. Curious. A really good friend. Caring and empathetic and gentle and he's going to make a really good d—"

He cuts himself off, feeling strangled, feeling breathless, and Lucy's eyes go wide as she realizes what he was going to say, and she waves him away, sends him down the hill to the pond to clear his head and get his breath back and he can hear her behind him clapping her hands, calling "Hey, Scorpions, let's do some stretches! Coach is fine, he just needed to take a call, okay, let's go," and he's so grateful nobody but the tadpoles and the ducks in this pond have to witness him breaking down over the fact that he thought Evan was going to be the one to finally give him a family.

[muttoncon]

so there’s this new EMT. his name is tim, he’s 27, and — in frank’s opinion — fucking weird. nobody else seems to think so, he’s asked a few of the nurses how they feel about him and he always gets a “he seems nice” or “he’s good at his job” (or “why do you care?”). it gets on frank’s nerves. nobody ever seems to see what he sees. especially mel.

tim is just always… hovering. how the fuck he seems to always be around the corner, talking to mel, without getting fired is a mystery. his coworkers don’t seem to care. they just let him buzz around the ED like an annoying fly. a fly that never leaves mel the hell alone. what crazier is that mel let’s him do it. she’s obviously busy, she’s an R2, but she still takes the time to laugh at his (probably shitty) jokes. there’s other doctors he could talk to. like whitaker. but no. tim has to talk to mel.

frank thinks he’s been doing a good job about keeping his mouth shut about it. he knows he’s highly opinionated and that mel can figure out that tim isn’t the kind of guy she needs to be hanging out with, but he can’t help it when she bring him up in the car on their way to work.

they’d been discussing where they’d like to get dinner after their shift, when mel mentions a new thai place.

“tim told me about it! he said it’s really good and that he thinks i’d like it.”

and how the fuck would tim know that? franks thinks, and then mistakenly says out loud. this opens up the floodgates and frank can’t stop himself from voicing all the reasons why he thinks tim is just not right. it lasts all the way until he’s parked and it’s only then that frank turns to look at mel, who’s been quiet the whole time.

he finds her sitting tensely, hands clenched in her lap, glaring down at her shoes. it’s only then that frank thinks he might’ve fucked up a little bit. because mel just unbuckles her seatbelt, opens the car door, picks up her bag, and leaves frank scrambling to catch up with her. he’s panting by the time he gets to her in the locker room.

“mel, what’s wrong? look i know he’s nice to you-“

he’s cut off by her slamming her locker door. it attracts a few stares from other people dropping off their things or packing up. now she’s glaring at him (he hates that he still finds her so pretty even when it looks like she wants to bust his teeth in).

“i’m not an idiot, frank. don’t talk to me like i’m naive, like you have any right to tell me who i can and can’t talk to.”

and then she’s gone. he’s left leaning against his locker feeling faintly ill and before regret can wash over him, his male brain kicks into gear, telling him: “she’s just overreacting. by the end of the day, she’ll realize you’re right.”

hours go by and frank is starting to get antsy. mel has glued herself to robby and santos’ hips, the two people he actively avoids. she won’t look at him, if he starts walking towards her, she suddenly has a patient she needs to check on. everyone’s thrown off by it and for some reason, they all decide that it’s frank’s fault. so now everyone is a little peeved at him.

when there’s finally a lull, he plans on seeking mel out again but is stopped by collins’ hand on his shoulder.

“join me for a break?”

the grip she has on him tells him that he doesn’t really have a choice.

she leads him to the ambulance bay, not exactly a secret location, but it’s away from prying eyes. he can already feel sweat beading at his forehead when heather stands in front on him, arms crossed, looking at him like how abby looks at the kids when they do some stupid shit.

“care to explain how mel — sweet mel that didn’t even get mad at that patient that groped her — has been in such a bad mood that she actually snapped at robby? and then had to go to the bathroom to cry because she felt so bad?”

so maybe frank fucked up a little bit. heather patiently listens as he explains the morning, his (completely normal and justified) opinion on tim, and how mel reacted to the whole thing. when he’s finished, heather sighs and uncrosses her arms.

“frank, you’re jealous. you don’t like that another man is showing mel attention and she might like that attention.“

shit.

he hadn’t considered that.

everything sort of hits him like a freight train after that. heather, damn her, just smirks and pats him on the arm before leaving him to stew. he doesn’t get very far before his pager beeps and he doesn’t get a real moment to think until his shift ends. frank only sees the top of mel’s head during end of shift debrief and doesn’t catch her in the locker room. as he walks to his car he considers calling her when he sees her sitting on the trunk, leaning back onto her hands and looking up at the sky.

the flickering light pole shouldn’t make her look so beautiful.

his shoe crunching an errant rock has her looking at him as he walks to stand in front of her. she’s still very obviously not happy with him, but now she just looks sad. he doesn’t know what to say so he just stares at her until she gets the hint that he’s too much of a pussy to start the conversation.

“do you really think tim is weird because he’s been flirting with me? that it’s weird for a man to be interested in me? is that how you think of me? i’m a grown woman, frank. i’ve had sex, i’ve gotten drunk, i can swear, i can rent a car. men can be attracted to me.”

he drops his backpack onto the ground and anxiously puts his hands in his hair, blowing air out of his mouth before he finally steels himself enough to respond.

“i know. i know you’re an adult. you’re one of — if not the — smartest people i know. i just— i—“ she’s looking into his eyes, his damned soul, with those beautiful round eyes and he feels his composure start to fizzle away, “i got jealous. i don’t like when he talks to you because then i don’t get to. he’s better than me and i hate that. i hate that he’s got the fucking balls that i don’t to actually show you that he’s interested. i want him gone so you just pay attention to me.”

and if he didn’t feel like a douchebag before, he does now. mel is just gaping at him and frank starts to get scared when he sees her eyes start to water. hopping off the trunk, he stands absolutely still as she softly grabs the hands in his hair and holds them between the two of them.

“i’m always paying attention to you. i liked having someone flirt with me, but i didn’t flirt back. i didn’t want to. not when it wasn’t you.”

one of them moved first, he's not sure who, but they meet in the middle. mel on her toes and frank bending down. their kiss is soft and sweet, delicate. frank wants more, but mel's lips are quivering a little so he moves back instead. he sees a small tear roll down her cheek but shes smiling. she sees the fear in his eyes and starts to giggle.

"today has been so stressful and now im so happy. i'm crying because i'm so relieved! i'm also so tired, can we get takeout?"

frank agrees. he's tired too, the stress of mel being mad at him washed out of him with their kiss and now all he wants to do is cuddle with her on the couch. so that's what they do. they get in the car, hold hands the whole time, only breaking apart when they get to frank's apartment and then joining again on the couch.

frank is asleep by the time heather texts him a simple "you're welcome"

[healingcorvid]

It's not EASY when you're not interested in the topic or are being forced to talk about something personal, but it should in no way be so difficult you need a computer to do it for you. Sitting through uncomfortable things is good for you. Writing these essays is GOOD FOR YOU. It keeps you from losing the ability to feel happy when you do the things you like; and practicing a skill on things you don't like means you already have that skill when you want to apply it to things you do like.

I could, right now, write an essay on the implications of Transformers culture, or on how I think certain species of dragon evolved in How To Train Your Dragons, or on the aspects of A Deadly Education's magic system and how they relate to modern, completely unmagical issues.

That last one especially relates to AI. The entire story is about how work and effort is necessary in order to reap any benefit from your actions. Forcing someone else to do it for you, or completely neglecting that it needs done, or using methods that steal and mutate someone else's work can end up with you or the people around you killed in the story because stealing that effort and labor creates a debt. This debt spawns a horrific debt collector that comes after whoever the fuck it thinks has the means to pay off that debt. This often doesn't properly impact the people who wracked up that debt. Instead, it hurts people who have spent their entire lives trying to just live their lives and stop people from creating any more of that debt. The main character manages to help keep people from being consumed, but in the process she has to work harder and harder in order to do it. She has to actively fight her way through it because she understands that the debt has to be paid somewhere, and she has to confront her own will to live in order to help everyone else. She knows that caring about everyone else is the right thing to do. She's always known this. And she's also always known that it would be the easiest thing in the world to just steal the effort anyway, because she was born with that ability at her fingertips.

But in the books, people who have always had enough of other people's labor to avoid being uncomfortable and inconvenienced themself are the ones who are wracking up the debt. They are actively working to keep her from exposing where the most horrific debt-collectors are coming from. They are actively working to prevent her from fixing the mess that they made. Actively suppressing the information so that you don't find out about it accidentally.

AI is trained on scraped, stolen work; stolen effort. It costs so much power and water to run these AI models that there are already rolling blackouts to deal with the demand. It's fresh water, even, not salt, meaning it cuts into the drinking water the rest of us all have to share. This won't affect Mary McBeth who uses AI to write her emails, not at first, but it will affect Susan Smith who lives in an impoverished neighborhood without clean tap or well water. She has to buy cases of water just to hydrate herself or cook, and as water demand grows, she finds it increasingly difficult to budget enough money to keep herself fed. This in turn makes it harder for her to work, and that impacts her paycheck. Throughout all of this, Susan doesn't even have enough money to use one of those fancy AI writing programs for her- she has no choice but to write her own damn emails, and Mary could just as easily write her emails herself instead of using up all that power and energy that keeps Susan from getting sick.

But, much like the people in the books, Mary McBeth has been told "oh it's so easy, you don't have to worry. These are the best AI models. You're fine. Nothing bad will happen. I've been using this AI for years and it's never hurt me." This is extremely convincing for those who don't want to do the work. It's an easy lie, 'nobody is hurt,' and if you don't know there are rolling blackouts then what harm can she really be doing, anyway? What's so wrong about a little extra convenience? Really, Susan should just suck it up and use AI too, maybe then she could spend more time and effort on the really important things. And Mary McBeth believes this, because she's used AI for so long that she doesn't WANT to understand the harm it's doing. She's got herself a comfortable little lie.

Guess what? That entire section between the blue "That" and the blue "lie." is 656 words. It took me about 20 minutes to type this entire message, and that's including the time I stepped away to help my dog stop choking. It's not that hard. It really isn't.

im still losing it over the "how did high schoolers write 600 word essays before chatgpt" post. 600 words. that is nothing. that is so few words what do you mean you can't write 600 words. 600 words. this post right here is 45 words.

[90slavenderh4ze]

“if i ever go to azkaban, will you still write to me?” - sirius black

pairing: bit of marauders era!sirius black x reader in the beginning, post azkaban!sirius black x reader mainly.

summary: a dumb joke he made in seventh year. you didn’t think it would become your reality. you wrote him every week anyway. he never replied. now he’s back.

warnings: none that i can think of; slight angst, hurt/comfort, soft ending.

a.n: finally wrote something after over a month lol had to be post azkaban!sirius.

He had said it like a joke. Of course he had.

The fire had been low that night in the Gryffindor common room, casting honey-colored flickers on his cheekbones, and he’d been bored—lazy-limbed and draped over the arm of the couch like a prince exiled from his own throne. James had been arguing about something, Remus trying to shush him with a book pressed to his chest, and Sirius—he had looked at you. That stupid, sharp-eyed grin crawling across his face.

“If I ever go to Azkaban, will you still write to me?”

You’d scoffed, not bothering to look up from your book. “Only to gloat.”

“Cruel,” he said, dramatically clutching his chest. “Heartless. I bare my soul and this is what I get.”

“You’re not baring anything. You’re being an idiot.”

He had leaned in, just a little. Close enough that you could see the mischievous glint in his grey eyes, the hint of something softer tucked beneath it—something too fragile for a boy like him to admit. “So you’re saying you would write.”

You rolled your eyes, but your fingers had gone still on the page. “Don’t flatter yourself, Black.”

“You’re not denying it.”

“Goodnight, Sirius.”

“Goodnight, love.”

It was nothing. A throwaway moment between teenagers who didn’t know anything about war or loss or cages of cold iron and madness.

And yet, you remembered it.

You remembered it the morning the news broke. The headlines burned themselves into your vision:

Twelve Dead. One Man Responsible. Sirius Black Arrested. No Trial.

You remembered it when you held the letter in shaking hands, rereading it as if the words might reorder themselves into something that made sense.

You remembered it as you sat on the floor of your flat, back against the kitchen counter, and wrote your first letter with a hand that wouldn’t stop trembling.

November 2nd, 1981

Dear Sirius,

What the fuck happened?

No signature. No softness. Just raw disbelief.

You didn’t think he’d get it. You hadn’t even known if they let prisoners receive mail in Azkaban. But you sent it anyway.

And then you wrote another. And another.

Every week. Rain or shine. War or no war.

You didn’t stop.

—

By the third year, your letters had changed. Less fury. Less confusion. Just little updates. Things he wouldn’t care about. Things you needed to say.

March 18th, 1984

I saw a dog today. Big. Black. Shaggy fur. I almost thought…

Never mind.

Hope the Dementors don’t get in your head too much this week. Bastards.

You joked sometimes. Sometimes you cried. Sometimes you wrote three sentences and tore up four pages before settling on the fifth.

October 31st, 1986

I lit a candle for James and Lily.

Harry looks so much like James. He’s even got the same shitty smirk when he knows he’s being clever. He has Lily’s eyes though.

Still, no response.

The owl came back empty every time. But you kept writing.

You didn’t even know why anymore.

—

Years passed.

You stopped telling people you were doing it. Remus had disappeared after the war. The Order scattered. Nobody really checked on each other anymore. You learned to make your peace with silence.

Until Dumbledore wrote to you. Until the words Sirius Black has escaped Azkaban landed in your lap like a ghost resurrected.

You didn’t know what to think. The Prophet screamed murder, but your hands didn’t shake with fear. They shook with hope.

That hope almost killed you.

And then—one night, long after the world had gone quiet again— him.

Stepping in like death incarnate. Pale. Hollow. Wild-eyed and soaked to the bone, like he’d swum through every nightmare just to knock on your door.

You didn’t speak at first. Just stared at him.

He looked like a man on the edge of disappearing.

“Sirius?”

His throat moved when he swallowed. “Hi.”

Your breath caught, and you crossed the room without thinking. Hands on his face, fingertips tracing the hollows beneath his cheekbones like you were trying to map the years that had stolen him. “You’re real.”

He laughed, soft and dry and a little broken. “Barely.”

And then you pulled him in.

You held him like he might collapse, because he might’ve. You felt the ribs through his shirt, the way his heart pounded beneath thin layers of muscle and fear and grief. He didn’t speak. Didn’t pull away. Just let himself breathe you in like it hurt.

When you finally let go, he looked at you like he was afraid to ask what came next.

“I got your letters,” he said, voice barely above a whisper.

You stared. “You… what?”

“They didn’t let me keep them. But they let me read them. Once a week. Maybe to mock me. I don’t know. I read every single one.”

You stepped back, blinking hard. “You never replied.”

He shook his head, eyes cast low. “Didn’t know how. Didn’t think I deserved to.”

“Sirius.”

“I thought I was protecting you.”

You laughed, bitter and breathless. “You were rotting in a cell, and you thought you were protecting me?”

He looked up. “I didn’t want you to wait for a dead man.”

Your voice cracked. “I wasn’t waiting. I was remembering.”

The silence between you stretched, full of ghosts.

“I thought about you,” he said, quietly. “All the time. More than anything else. You were… the only thing that didn’t fade.”

You didn’t say anything. Just walked over to the desk and opened a drawer.

He froze.

You pulled out a box. Set it down. Opened it.

Inside: copies of every letter you’d ever sent.

“You kept them.”

You nodded. “I didn’t want to forget what it felt like to believe in something.”

His voice wavered. “You believed in me?”

“I still do.”

He didn’t move. Didn’t breathe. You thought he might shatter.

“Tell me I’m not too late,” he whispered.

You stepped forward and placed his hand over your heart.

“Feel that?”

He nodded.

“You never left.”

And that was it. The dam broke.

He kissed you like he’d been starved of warmth for twelve years. Like you were the only thing he remembered how to want. You held him like you’d been waiting a lifetime, because you had.

You’d never meant to wait.

But you had.

And now—finally—he was here.

Not a ghost.

Not a memory.

Real.

Yours.

[mopslusher]

COME BACK TO ME

Hamzah was yearning. He was tired. All he could do was question himself. Why. Why did he let such a rare gem like you go, why did he let you trickle right through his fingers like grains of sand which were once a sturdy castle. He was consumed by guilt. Anger. Grief.

He grieved your living form so badly he was occasionally reminded of your touch when the bitter biting wind touched upon his skin in the same way you used to, whispering in his ears the same way you used to, snaking through the layers of clothes he had on that were supposed to protect him from the cold, but it seemed he never wore enough layers to keep warm during the harsh Canadian winters.

All the memories of the good times seemed to fade, a dark mist clouding them. Were they really good times? He would ask himself, or was he just blinded by his love for you. Love. He loved you, you had claimed a piece of him he had sworn nobody could ever take, or even touch. You gave him a new purpose, a new mindset, just to strip it away from him without the grace of a warning.

How could you do something like that to him?

You snipped and tore apart every stitch he had keeping himself together, keeping him sane. And now he was here, lying alone in his bed night after night, the rhythmic ticking of the clock holding him hostage to the dark demons that only emerged at night, his thoughts. It was torturous, it kept him up for hours.

He used to have a schedule, he used to have energy to get up and live. Now, he was a shell of a man. He forced himself to get up, running off the three hours of sleep he had managed to get without the reoccurring pain of your face, your voice, the lack of your presence shooting a bullet through his skull.

You are much more than a memory to him , you are much more than the monster Hamzah wants to paint you as so badly in the vulgar words he uses when talking about you, like he’s trying to convince everyone around him he didn’t deserve what happened to him, he’s searching for someone who feels the same crippling hatred he posses for you, perhaps it would make him feel better to know that version of you exists in someone else’s mind.

But he can’t hate you. He could never hate you.

He can’t because he knows someone like you would never do that to him for no reason. You were too sweet, caring, humble. No matter how many cherished hours of sleep you deprive him of, no matter how his eyes seem to never dry, his soul weeping, everyday he wishes you’d appear again, like an old childhood show he thought he had imagined. He wants to feel the joy of rediscovering you again, hoping he’ll stumble upon you once more and resume the journey of love you once shared.

And that was the worst part.

He knew reality was too cruel and barbarous to treat him with such hopes. He knew you were now an unreachable figure that only existed in every crevice of his mind and the words he would speak of you now. He would never get you back, but that was all he really wanted. It was all he yearned for.

You would only come back to him in his fabricated dreams where he could mould and a shape you into whatever he wanted. It was perfect, until it wasn’t.

It was his escape from the viscous jaws of reality until he opened his tired eyes to be faced with another painful day, the conversation he had structured with only the memory of you lingering on his mind as he navigated his way through time and space. But it wasn’t real. He was spending more and more time alone, within his solitary mind fortress is where he could daydream the perfect version of you, where he could touch and hold you, speak to you about everything and anything.

It was the only place on earth where you would come back to him once again.

Sorry guys my period must be coming soon idk

[supernova41st]

howdy there buckeroo I'd like to request a drunk reader x Shadow (Im feeling romantical) and readers like an emotional drunk and poor Shadow has to take care of her ass LMAO OK TY

One too many ☕︎

Shadow x Drunk!Reader

Now playing • Nobody New—The Maria’s

A/n: I know little to nothing about being drunk so just bare with me on this one guys pls 🤝 Sorry this took so long to make, I was gonna make it a oneshot but idrk how to make Oneshots so I scrapped the whole thing and just made it into whatever this is.

Warnings: Reader gets Intoxicated, Emotional fluff, Light Mentions of Vomit/Urine(ALL SFW)

Divider creds ~ @saradika-graphics

It all began when Rouge decided to have a house party to celebrate her birthday. (as if she didn’t already host parties every other day) Since it was her party, of course she encourage everyone to bring a bottle of whatever alcohol they could find. Until this point, Shadow had never seen you drink before. He wasn’t sure if you could hold alcohol like a tank or if you were going to end up on a rooftop topless after one drink, so he kept his drinking at the party to a strong minimum in case you had one too many.

𖦹 ‘hm, so this is what hell feels like.’ Shadow thought. Well, can you blame him? Being in a room full of drunk 20 something year olds, along with loud raunchy music echoing throughout the house clearly wasn’t his thing. It was made pretty obvious by the fact that he was resting his back against a corner where no one noticed him. All he really did was stare off into space with his red solo cup filled with beer (that he didn’t drink). As his thoughts pondered on and on, he later realized..

𖦹 ‘I wonder where (Y/N) we-‘ before he can even finish thinking about where you’ve gone, he heard your voice. “SHADOW!” You screamed over the loud music, he slightly jolted in surprise. As soon as he laid his red eyes on you, he quickly noticed that you were intoxicated as all hell. Without responding to you calling his name, he rested the back of his hand onto your forehead, revealing that you definitely had a fever of some sort. “Shadow! Where were you?? I looked hic everywhere! Were you using your teleport thingy to mess with me?” You said, your words slurring over each other. Yeah, you were gone at this point.

𖦹 Shadow squinted his eyes in confusion, “Why would I—Wha—?..Forget it. I have to take you home, you’re drunk.” He softly grabbed your hand, pulling you through the crowd of drunks searching for the front door. You pulled away weakly due to how tired you were, “Hang on, I gotta pee”. You pointed to the line of people waiting to use the restroom, he rolled your eyes, then giving some ‘are you serious’ eyes. Oof, that was a look that was gonna stick with you tonight. “Alright, fine. But as soon as you’re done, we’re out.”

𖦹 After 14 exhausting minutes, you were finally able to go use the restroom. Shadow hoped that his eyes could bear staying open for the drive home after having lights being flashed in his face for minutes. Once you were done, you rested your head against his shoulder, making him jump a bit. He chucked, “Tired?” You hummed in agreement. ‘Good, shouldn’t be a challenge putting them to bed.’ He thought (wrong).

𖦹 The car ride home wasn’t long, at least it didn’t feel as long to you since you were asleep for the most part. It only made you feel more guilty that every time you looked over, Shadow looked tired, it made you wonder if dragging him was a mistake. He didn’t want to go, yet you had him come, now he was stuck taking you home. It wasn’t a good feeling.

𖦹 Your breath hitched at the car pulling over on the driveway, lights blinding you awake. Shadow opened the door, then reaching his hand out.“Can you stand up?” You nodded, then immediately falling once standing out the car, Shadow luckily catching you. He ended up carrying you to bed because your legs clearly gave up on you on the way home.

𖦹 Shadow gently placed you onto his bed, laying a thin blanket of his over your limp body. You rub the blanket a bit with your fingers, “Why do you have a blanket here? I thought you had like, so much energy chaos—shit in the world..” You questioned. “Well.. I’ve grown quite fond of napping really. It’s pleasant to not have anything to attend to for a couple hours.” His eyes wandered off as he responded, then later meeting yours, clearly not listening. “..N—Nevermind. Just stay here and I’ll go make you some tea.”

𖦹 Once he returned with your cup of tea, you were faced away from the door, seemingly asleep. He quietly sat on the edge of the bed, moving some hair out of your face and tucking it behind your ear.‘Finally, they’re asleep’ he thought, placing the cup of tea on his nightstand. Just as he was about to leave the room, you suddenly grabbed his hand, calling out to him..

𖦹 “Shadow?” He paused, looking back at you. “Yes? Do you need anything, my love?” He asked concerned, last thing he wanted to do is have you puke all over his bed. You looked over at him, your eyes now swelling along with a runny nose. His face only grew more worried, “What’s wrong? Does something hurt? Do you need me to help you to the restroom? We can call you an ambulance if you’d li-“

𖦹 “Am I.. being a burden?” You croaked. He sighed in relief, he was still saddened that you felt such a way because you needed his help, but you had him thinking you broke something on the way! Wiping your tears away with his hands, “What makes you say that?” He asked. “I wouldn’t be helping you if you were.. I apologize if I made you feel such ways.” Shadow rests his cheek against the pillow, facing you. “If it makes you feel better, I can sleep here tonight with you. Only if you’d like, my love” He cupped your cheek softly, having you paying attention to him. You smiled sheepishly, the pillow squishing your cheek against your face. “Yes, please”

[kabr0ztrousers]

had a couple ideas, so feel free to use both, neither, or modify them however you see fit! both involve a cocky adventurer lady having a bad time while trying to solo a dungeon. idea 1: involves her body being invaded by slime creatures just curiously exploring all of her holes (and maybe deciding not to leave said holes) and idea 2: involves her getting trapped in the sticky goop of some giant slugs, and them doing whatever giant slugs would do to a completely immobilized, fertile, young woman!

thanks for taking the time to read this, love your work!! also could i be 🦨 anon? :3c

Kabr0z Writes episode 101: Dungeon Slime

Find the rest of the Kabr0z Writes anthology here!

I have an AO3!

CWs: Dubcon; slime; suffocation; impregnation; uterine penetration; living clothing;

A/N: I actually got that AO3 account a little while back, but have literally no idea how that site works. Tumblr is still the first and foremost place to find my writing, but with recent outages it's never a bad idea to diversify!

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The tunnel smelled of old stone and piss. It wasn't actually piss, you knew that, the lichen clinging to the engraved walls just gives off ammonia. The ammonia, of course, smells of piss. You rubbed some away, the plant leaving a slick residue on your bracer as the engraving underneath was revealed to you. You were in the right place. The lost fortress of Urdimnish, Trade Tower.

You were here for a reason, of course, the Auric cell at the heart of the tower once kept an entire civilisation of magitech animunculi ticking. If it lived up to even half of the hype, the dwarves would pay a fortune for it. Enough to retire on and then some.

The gate was a simple enough mechanism, warded locks were state of the art when the city was built, easy pickings for any would-be adventurer. The real trick was finding your way through the labyrinthine tunnels carved through the mountain. Most of them weren't ever designed for anyone over about four feet tall, the ones that didn't require you to stoop were the palatial great halls and passages Dwarven architecture was known for.

You passed throne rooms and treasuries, hoards of silver and gold enough to purchase your wildest dreams. You filled a pocket or two, but you knew it's chicken feed compared to the real prize. Deeper and deeper you delved, through lifeless corridors. Nobody knew entirely what happened to the primordial dwarven culture that built this place. One day, it seemed they all decided to leave their burrows and fortifications, never to be seen again. Who knows, maybe someone will find some clue here through careful study of the engravings on the walls.

At last you reached the floor you wanted. The corridors were hot this deep, the bowels of the earth warming the smooth stone. Maybe that's why there's no lichen this deep? Your torch flickered in your hand, glinting off polished brass fixtures in the walls. The deeper you crept, the more copper and brass shone back at you, until you saw it. A glass ball, roughly the size of your head. Gold flecks swam in the crystal, chasing one another around the orb as you watched. This couldn't be anything but the Auric cell hidden here, at the deepest darkest pit of the long-lost fortress. Thick gloves protected your hands as you reached for it, the warmth of the cells surface radiating out as your fingers brushed the glass.

It wasn't glass. Your hands sunk into the surface of the cell as the surface slid over your arms, then up to your shoulders. You flinched back, but the orb came with you, receding in size as it covered you in a paper-thin film of hot, gold-tinged fluid. It reached your chest, sliding under your armour and over your tits before venturing down your belly, slipping over your suddenly all-to-exposed stomach. The glassy liquid flowed upwards too, you pressed your lips together as it covered them, sliding into your nostrils and over your eyes. Gold motes danced over your vision. Your head swum as your lungs burned. You needed to take a breath.

The glass lurched downwards, coating your clit in a hot sheen of fluid, sliding down to press at your hole. The sudden sensation made you gasp on reflex, sucking in a gobbet of the shiny liquid. It coated the inside of your mouth in moments, slipping down your throat as a tendril pushed its way into your cunt. The slime felt around your insides, pressing and prodding at your folds and inner walls, finding its way into every corner of you. The thin film started retreating from your sinuses, clearing your nose as more was redirected into your slick cunt.

You took a breath. You'd fallen, but mustn't have noticed when you landed, legs apart on the stone floor. The growing mass of fluid glass in your cunt was pulsing, getting larger and hotter. You groaned as it stretched you out, leaning back as your hips rolled back, opening you beneath your clothes to nobody in particular. The film over your clit shivered; a soft steady buzzing sending warmth through you in waves. More of the slick, firm substance caressed your nipples, sucking and squeezing at them as you felt them harden and stand on end.

The substance probed at your cervix. You gasped as it slid through the tight gap like water through a sieve, sliding around your womb. More and more of it piled into you, until it was all focused on your cunt. You lay down as your hands strayed to your tits, slipping under your linen top to caress the soft skin, fingers pinching at your nipples as the humming, buzzing slime filled you, shifting around inside as it got comfortable.

A sharp pain made you gasp, just a little cramp radiating from your now-swollen belly, drowned out by a wave of pleasure that flowed from your occupied belly. A groan escaped you as you lost yourself to the flow of relief, submerging into your orgasm like a warm bath. It was the best lover you'd ever had, clenching around smooth curves that conformed to your every fold and crevice. It vibrated inside you in gentle pulses, elongating your sighs and moans of release until at last you came back down.

The creature was still inside you, round and warm. You could still feel it, gently humming away in your womb, a bump filled out your silhouette, like an expectant mother.

You took up your abandoned torch and turned to leave.

There's no way you're giving this to the dwarves.

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This is another "absurdly late from yesterday" episode, so don't worry, you're still getting another one tonight 😉

Also, I have literally no idea if the CWs on this one are appropriate, or if there's stuff I should've put but didn't... Answers on a postcard I guess

[chatonrandom]

Absolutely nailed it. The reason why Vergil's fall into Hell at the end of DMC3 is tragic is not just because of the foregone conclusion that we know comes after his suicide attempt to defeat Mundus, but because Dante doesn't want him to go. Even though Dante said not long prior that he had to stop Vergil even if it meant killing him, Dante still doesn't want him to die for real or disappear, because Vergil is still his family. It's why Dante reached out to Vergil at the end and why Vergil pushing him away hurts so much to watch: even then, despite everything Vergil had done, Dante did not want Vergil to fall into Hell. (And Vergil clearly did not want Dante to fall there either.)

That's exactly why Dante is crying at the end: he just lost the only family he had left, and he tries desperately to convince himself and Lady that Vergil will be back. And so we, as the player, want Vergil back--not just because Vergil is very cool and just as iconic and memorable as Dante--but because it's blatantly obvious that Vergil means a lot to Dante and their bond is unbreakable, and Vergil's absence hurts him in a special way (and this is even without getting into the fact that Vergil has been taken from Dante multiple times throughout the story). It's also blatantly obvious that Vergil, asshole he may be, is just as broken and traumatized as Dante, merely manifesting in the opposite way.

DMC3 was brilliant in how it showed that despite what the twins say and do to each other, they still care about each other. However misguidedly, Vergil questions why Dante refuses to gain power and accept Sparda's heritage and tries to almost guide him onto what he views to be the right path so he can protect the things he loves; Dante is excited to see what "fun" Vergil has planned for him and wants to keep playing "games" with him; they bicker in an amicable way and work together flawlessly to defeat the corrupted Arkham.

So we feel it: Dante's pain, Dante's grief over his brother who's kind of a dick but is still his brother and still means so much to him and makes him feel a way that nobody else can (because up until Nero gets his Devil Trigger in DMC5, only the twins can pose a challenge to each other, they're so powerful), Dante's hope that surely Vergil, his brother, will be back soon. He just finished kicking Vergil's ass but that doesn't mean he doesn't want Vergil there. He does, even if it means he has to defeat Vergil to make him see sense (which is just how they do things, given Vergil starts to change his tune after Nero defeats him in 5).

And though we never actually see how the twins return after severing the Qliphoth roots, the scenes of Vergil sitting peacefully in Nico's van with Nero and Dante are so heartwarming because even without words or exposition, we know that it must not have been easy for 1) Vergil to swallow his personal pride and come to face-to-face with people he's been cruel to so that he's allowed entry, 2) all of the van's other regulars to accept Vergil's presence there (even if Dante, Nero, and maaaybe Trish are okay with it, that still leaves Nico and quite notably, Lady, who no doubt still remembers Vergil from the Temen-ni-gru), and 3) for everyone involved, Vergil included, to be that at ease. And while Vergil looks remarkably chill for Vergil, Dante in particular looks pretty happy, and it's really easy to imagine how happy he must be to be able to just... hang out with his brother and do nothing together without arguing or fighting because for once, for the first time since DMC3 and their joint defeat of the mutated Arkham, Vergil has decided to try things Dante's way for once (though he's not winning the two against one battle should he decide to get up his power schemes again), and he's apparently pretty fine with it! For once, Vergil is growing as a person! For once, Vergil is looking beyond his own trauma to the people around him and seeing that maybe he still can be loved and supported (if not protected)--just as Dante always continued to love him even at his worst.

And that's so beautiful. That's always been the best ending for him, that's always been the thing Dante has wanted for him: to recognize that his humanity is not something that makes him weak, but an important part of him that he should acknowledge. And Vergil sitting there in the van--awkward, tapping his hands together, unsure how to speak to Nero, smiling slightly to himself--is the human Vergil Dante has always wanted to see and always believed was in there; something we the player have always known and believed along with him.

One thing I've always enjoyed about Vergil is that the games make you like him and root for him as a character... but not because he's right. It's not because he's noble. It's not even because he's traumatized. It's because he's Dante's brother.

Vergil is kind of terrible. He's done a lot of terrible things. The game doesn't even try to dispute that. You are not supposed to see Vergil as a heroic figure. Yet we still root for him because Dante, our PoV character, roots for him. Dante loves his brother. He wants his brother to succeed. We see how Vergil's absence crushes Dante. He never truly gets over it.

To Dante, Vergil is the person you love even though sometimes you just can't stand them, and maybe despite the fact that they've hurt you, because they're so important to you that you can't imagine life without them. He is the person you watch destroy themselves over and over, knowing there's nothing you can do to stop it, and you feel a piece of yourself break every single time the cycle repeats. Even if we, as players, may not see that or feel that for Vergil (at least, not right away), it's clear that Dante does.

And I can't emphasize enough how relatable and human that experience is. I think we've all been there in one way or another with someone in our lives. If we haven't, then I'm sure we've all watched a friend or family member go through that with someone they've loved.

He really doesn't need to be anything grander than that. He's not secretly right or noble. In fact, he's dead wrong about a lot. Yet we're still on Vergil's side because when he overcomes, when he finds his peace, when he becomes the person Dante hoped he could be, then Dante finds peace as well.

And we all want a world where the people we love can find their peace, and we can find our peace with them.

[itsnesss]

Please a junho x shy!reader and she’s American girlfriend of junho? Like the season 1, she’s a VIP and unknowingly to the other VIPs and the frontman who he has a soft spot for shy!reader, she’s secretly planning to take down the games. In season 2, after the games, shy!reader and junho met & known each other for 1 year then got together the next year and they’re expecting a son a year later. Shy!reader wants to help Gi-hun but everyone agrees that shy!reader won’t go because currently she’s in the hospital and just given birth a son who’s relax around shy!reader. Before Gi-hun leaves the private room, the part where Gi-hun talks the frontman in the car, shy!reader tells her friend Gi-hun to be careful and she’ll be back helping him take down the games as a VIP (I heard that the VIPs, the wealthy spectators from Season 1 of "Squid Game," are confirmed to be returning in Season 3).

𝐭𝐰𝐨-𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐝 | hwang jun-ho × fem!reader

summary | you’re a secret vip in the squid game, working to take down the system. after having a child with jun-ho, you return, continuing your mission

warnings | shy!reader, gf!junho, infiltration, motherhood, mentions of violence, manipulation, deception, corruption, and psychological tension

word count | 1.1 k

author's note | it would help me a lot if you liked, commented and reposted so that more people read what I write and don't forget to follow me, thanks ᡣ𐭩

You hide behind a golden mask and a trembling voice.

To all the VIPs, you're just a quiet, American, mysterious figure. Someone who enjoys the games in silence, from the corner. No one suspects that every glance of yours is a calculation, every word a distraction, every smile a betrayal of their system.

Not even the Frontman.

He—hidden behind his own mask—seems to have a quiet weakness for you. He never pushes, never questions your choices. He leaves you alone in your silences. But he doesn’t know the truth: that from the very beginning, you’ve been playing the most dangerous game of all.

Destroying them from the inside.

You never expected to meet Jun-ho on this path. And even less that he would become your lifeline.

After the games ended, you and he crossed paths by chance at a gallery in Busan. You were nobody then. Just an American woman with too many secrets and a past that burned. He wasn’t the same either. He carried the weight of a lost brother and a system he had seen too closely.

You spent a year getting to know each other. A year of long looks, of careful conversations, of trust built like walking on thin ice. Then another year together. Closer. More real. Until love became an undeniable truth… and you were expecting his child.

You, who had always lived in shadows, found yourself embracing the light he brought.

Your child was born on a cold morning. The hospital was silent, save for the sound of his heartbeat against yours. And in that moment, you understood why it was worth continuing the plan.

But that day, Gi-hun also arrived.

He was determined. He had come back. Wanted to face the system again, with more fury and more reasons. You wanted to join him, as always, as an ally and a friend. But everyone agreed:

"No. Not this time." Jun-ho took your hand, firm. "You just gave birth. Don’t risk it now."

Gi-hun, though he hated leaving you behind, understood. Because he knew you from before. From the days when you pretended to enjoy the games, while secretly slipping information off the island, contacting victims, recording every damn move.

Before leaving, he entered the private room. You were holding your son in your arms. He was sleeping, peacefully, as if he knew you were there, strong as always.

"You have to be careful," you told Gi-hun, your voice soft, but with an edge beneath. "You know I’ll be back. I’ll return as a VIP, just like we planned. From the inside. But you… just come back alive, okay?"

Gi-hun nodded. He leaned toward you and squeezed your hand.

"You too. Take care of him."

Jun-ho came closer then, his gaze on you and the baby. And you knew that, for now, this was your battlefield. But soon you’d return to the other one.

When Gi-hun left and got into the car where the Frontman was waiting, you watched from the window, your baby sleeping on your chest. You couldn’t hear them, but you knew that tension. You knew the face behind the mask.

In-ho still didn’t know that you had been gathering information all along. Or that one of the quietest VIPs was infiltrated up to her neck.

But he would find out.

Because in the next edition, when the masks return, when the games begin again and the VIPs gather above, you’ll be there. Again.

Stronger.

More dangerous.

With an even more powerful reason to finish what you started: your son.

Jun-ho will wait outside. Gi-hun will move his pieces. And you, as always, will strike from within. With shy eyes. And a perfect plan.

...

Your dress is gold. The masks, again. The fake laughter. The champagne. And you, there, walking among them like you belong.

But you don’t belong. You never did.

The other VIPs joke, bet, murmur about the new edition of the games. You smile when you have to, nod when they look at you, but inside, every second is a countdown.

In-ho—the Leader—is present. You feel his gaze on you sometimes, as if there’s still something human left in him. He doesn’t know the truth. He doesn’t know that the timid woman he once protected from a distance is the same one now planning his downfall.

Years ago, you never thought you’d return to this world. But you did. For Gi-hun. For the victims. For your son.

Your baby walks now. Says his first words. Jun-ho sends you videos, photos, messages in code. He knows what you’re risking. But he also knows he couldn’t stop you.

Not when you decided to fight a system from the inside.

"Stay in control," he told you before you left.

"Take care of our son," was your reply.

That night, you enter the main hall. There’s a new kind of game. Crueler. More twisted. The screens show participants running, screaming, obeying. You don’t look away, even though your blood boils. Every face is a reminder. Every shot, a wound in your memory.

A VIP sits beside you. He speaks with a thick, vulgar voice, laughing at the tragedy on screen. He doesn’t know who you really are. Doesn’t know that in your dress pocket, there’s a micro recorder. Or that you’re carrying a device copying data from the internal system in real-time.

"What do you think of this game, darling?" he asks.

You look at him with your shyest, softest eyes. The ones that have disarmed soldiers and monsters alike.

"It’s… entertaining," you whisper.

A lie.

Everything you say is a lie.

And yet, every step brings you closer to the truth.

Later, you pretend to go to the bathroom. But you enter an empty room, where you hide a drive behind a panel, just as you agreed with Gi-hun. He’ll know where to look. He’s always been good at reading your silences.

You stop in front of the mirror.

Your reflection isn’t the same. There’s more strength in your posture. More scars in your gaze.

But there’s something else, too.

Hope.

Because this time, you’re not alone.

That night, when the session ends, In-ho walks toward you. His mask on. His voice, neutral.

"You seem stronger than before," he says.

"Motherhood, maybe," you reply, with a casual air.

He doesn’t answer. Just nods, almost like he… doubts. Like he suspects something and still doesn’t want to confirm it.

And you… you pray that when all this collapses, he remembers the part of himself that was once human.

Hours later, in your private room, you open a hidden message in a photo sent by Jun-ho.

Your baby is laughing, with the same smile he has.

"Everything’s fine over here," says the coded text.

You sigh. Your heart aches, but it also burns with a steady fire.

You’re getting closer. You know it.

The games won’t last forever.

Not as long as you keep pretending to belong.

And the end is near.

[uncannydevotion]

“ i'll love you 'til the day that i die! ”

a/n: this one is a mixture of dark content and light content so i really do recommend reading the warnings for this. the mh ones might be a little vague in canon bc it's been a little over two years since my last rewatch so!!

synopsis: realizations of love and what comes with.

includes: slenderman, jeff the killer, jane the killer, nina the killer, homicidal liu, sully, the bloody painter, nurse ann, eyeless jack, laughing jack, hobo heart, ticci toby, clockwork, jason the toymaker, the puppeteer, the doll maker, zalgo, x-virus, laughing jill, candy pop, dr smiley, kagekao, nathan the nobody, zero, judge angels, kate the chaser, rouge the proxy, tim wright, brian thomas, jay merrick, alex kralie, jessica locke.

warnings: gn!reader, varying lengths, multiple mentions of unhealthy relationships, mentions of murder, blood, cults (zalgo), harm against reader (jane, nathan), reader death (dr smiley, alex kralie), obsession (nina, zalgo, dr smiley, nathan, helen), possessive behavior (zalgo, dr smiley, jason, zero, candy), references to a work on my old blog in the puppeteer's part, jealousy (x-virus), jay's death, numerous mentions of unhealthy co-dependency.

SLENDERMAN — does not understand the concept of love. this isn't to say it can't feel it, it just... won't be able to immediately identify when it starts to develop such an emotion for you. it goes through many experiences where it has a moment of 'you are... an interesting being' towards you, and those are like mini realizations. it won't realize it loves you until someone explains to it what love is.

and once it does understand that the strange feeling you made it feel was love, well... it's a bit hesitant to indulge, to be honest. slender has never felt something like this before. it didn't even know it was capable of such an emotion. it's something it always viewed as a weakness. it'll take a while for slender to accept its feelings for you, to be honest.

JEFF THE KILLER — realizes he's in love with you when he shows up at your place one evening to find you struggling to stay awake while waiting for him. it hits him suddenly, seeing you drifting in and out of sleep while staring at your phone. you hadn't realized he was there yet, and honestly, he doesn't want you to know. because if you look over at him, you'll see the disgusting fondness in his gaze.

he won't tell you he loves you for a long time. it's something that makes him feel weak. he'd always believed he had nothing to lose, and now that he does... it's just not something he was ready to acknowledge. those three words will only slip past his lips when he thinks he's about to lose you, because that's the only way you'd probably get him to admit he loves you.

JANE THE KILLER — only realizes she's in love with you when jeff threatens your life. you two were friends, and she cared deeply for you, but it was nothing more than that, surely. but then that rat bastard dared to hurt you, and suddenly she's a teenager again, losing everything she's ever loved. your blood on her hands is something she never wants to experience again.

but you survive, and jane is telling you that she loves you the moment your eyes open. you don't have to love her back, but she needs to get these feelings off her chest because it felt like she'd drown in them if she didn't. whether you reciprocate them or not doesn't matter to her, because jane will make a vow to ensure that no harm comes to you ever again.

NINA THE KILLER — likes to say she knew she loved you from the start, but that was just infatuation. nina is a bit desperate for a relationship, truth be told, so she's deeply invested in anyone who shows her an ounce of kindness because she thinks it could lead to something more. it's led to her being disappointed far too many times, and everyone had assumed it would be the same with you.

but as the weeks went by, her infatuation never went away. you didn't try pushing her away when she was around, and you always included her in the conversation. you went out of your way to make sure she didn't feel neglected. at this point, she doesn't care if it's genuine love or not. all she knows is that you and her are meant to be together, and she will stop at nothing to make sure that happens.

HOMICIDAL LIU — has numerous reasons as to why he doesn't realize he's in love with you until it literally smacks him in the face. he's busy trying to kill jeff, he's never been in a relationship before, he thinks he doesn't deserve the happiness a relationship might give him. just about all of that, all wrapped up into one giant mess of a ball. the way he realizes he's in love with you is sully literally screaming at him in his head and giving him the world's worst migraine.

even with this realization, he hesitates to indulge. once he does, he'll be baring all his flaws to you. you'll see every nasty part of him that he doesn't want you to know about, and you'll realize that he's no good for you. but when those words of love quietly escape him, and you smile at him and tell him you feel the same, he can't stop himself from being selfish. just this once, he decides. and if you ever want to leave, he'll let you go. he hopes.

SULLY — experiences something akin to love at first sight, actually. the moment he met you, he liked you. it was a strange fascination, one that had his heart racing when he was fronting. of course, he's not delusional enough to think it was actually love. still, it doesn't stop him from admiring you, and constantly telling you that he likes you whenever the chance presented itself. the moment it turns to genuine love, however, it's like this switch flips.

the playful glint in his eyes whenever he'd dramatically drape himself over you, the smug smile when he'd get you flustered, it was different. his touch lingered now, like he wanted to just be glued to your side. his smile was softer, like seeing you flustered was something more than a joke. his eyes held an emotion in them that was bordered on uncanny, like he wanted to devour you whole. his love for you could easily become twisted, if under the right circumstances.

THE BLOODY PAINTER — has absolutely no interest in romance whatsoever until you. helen's entire childhood revolved around being good enough for his parents, so he never had the opportunity to read romance novels or watch romance movies. now it's simply not something he cared about. the only thing that had his attention was his art. it was a part of his very being, after all. and the way you interact with his art is actually what made him fall for you.

he's used to people complimenting his work. empty words, things that meant nothing to him. but you criticized him. you pointed out certain things about his paintings that you didn't like, and highlighted the things you did. you were honest with him. and honesty is a quality he finds to be very attractive, apparently, because you end up stuck in his mind, the focal piece of all his work. his muse. something that bordered on obsession.

NURSE ANN — has a hard time feeling emotions to begin with, so she probably won't realize she loves you for a long time. her emotions are... dull, to put it simply. vague things that she struggles to identify. if it's not anger, then it'll take her a while to identify how she feels. it takes even longer for her to even articulate her emotions into something she can explain to you, considering she can't speak.

but ann realizes she's in love with you randomly one night, when you're not around. you're in her mind a lot more than she would like, but it's not something that upsets her. she spent a good chunk of the night wandering the halls of the abandoned hospital just... thinking about how she feels about you, and what the proper way to describe that feeling would be. she's not sure if she's ever been in love before, but she'd like to experience it with you.

EYELESS JACK — realizes he loves you in bits and pieces, over the course of your companionship. originally, he had wanted to eat you. but for one reason or another, he opted not to, and it led to a strange friendship blossoming instead. you took his demonic nature in stride, and never seemed repulsed by his less than human qualities. you appeared curious, more often than not. your curiosity is the first thing he finds himself falling in love with.

but the thing that solidified his feelings for you was when he paid you a visit one night, and you had excitedly guided him to this mini freezer you had bough a while ago. inside was just... numerous things of raw meat. animal meat, you had explained, because you weren't willing to dabble in illegal activities to get human meat. you just wanted him to be able to snack on something whenever he decided to spend the night, and he just... he ends up kissing you right then and there, yeah.

LAUGHING JACK — refuses to believe that he could ever fall in love with you. he's evil, he's cruel, he's never going to experience such stupid feelings like love. but it's like the universe is always out to make a fool out of him, because you come crashing into his life and suddenly colors start appearing again, and he hates it. he hates you, hates that you make him feel something after spending centuries feeling nothing.

and yet, he's somehow always finding excuses to be in the same room as you. he's stubborn enough to not admit that he's in love with you for a long time, but trust that his abandonment issues will make it known that he would kill you if you ever thought about leaving him. love him, hate him, he doesn't care as long as you're with him.

HOBO HEART — didn't think he could fall in love again after what happened with celina. he spent decades roaming the earth, taking the hearts of those who didn't deserve it, just to prolong his own existence before he met you. he could sense the purity in your heart, and it's what drew him to you to begin with. he was waiting for you to reveal your true colors, to give him a reason to kill you and take your heart but... it never came.

instead, you just proved to him that he could fall in love even without having a heart of his own. it's different from the first time he felt like this, and yet it was oh so familiar. the only possible downside to hobo being in love with you is the fact that he takes everything very literally, so anything you say is like the law of existence to him. he'll give you the hearts of hundreds of people to prove his devotion to you.

TICCI TOBY — realizes he's in love with you when he finds himself seeking out your presence. love is a scary thing to him, because he's not sure it's something he can handle. not anymore. he built up so many walls just to protect himself that it was... terrifying, really, how easily you were able to worm your way into his life. what confused him the most was the fact that he welcomed you.

it'll take him a while to actually come to terms with his feelings for you. he may even go as far as to avoid you entirely during the process, simply because you being around made it hard for him to focus. he never wanted a relationship, not that he can remember. being a proxy is all he knows, but now he's thinking about kissing you, and spending time with you, and wondering if you'll try talking to him today, and... it's all you.

CLOCKWORK — knows that she's in love with you when you don't distance yourself from her when you see her ugly side. her angry outbursts, her random breakdowns, things that she doesn't like people seeing. you've seen it all, and you've never let that change the way you viewed her. a part of her hates that you're so accepting, because it makes it so damn easy to get attached to you, and she's always wondering when the other shoe will drop.

natalie doesn't like feeling weak, but god... you make it so easy to just let loose, and it's a feeling she starts to crave when she's away from you for too long. i don't think she'll tell you she loves you, mostly because she's got this idea instilled in her head that if she does, you'll drop her immediately. if this relationship were to go anywhere, you'd have to take the first step.

JASON THE TOYMAKER — is telling you he loves you the moment he decides you're the one for him. he does this with all of his victims. but you won't be like the rest, surely. you'll stay, and never need anyone other than him. but he doesn't realize that he's truly, deeply, in love with you until it just hits him while he's in the middle of sewing up some random stuffed animal. jason loves you. it's a revelation that shouldn't shock him, but it does.

and the next time he sees you, the words are tumbling out of him mouth as he wraps his arms around you, squeezing you so tightly that you felt like you'd suffocate in his arms. you were the one for him. you had to be. nobody has ever made him feel like this before. the place where his heart should be burned whenever you were around, and it's such an odd feeling that he was becoming obsessed with. you can't leave him, and he won't let you even if you tried.

THE PUPPETEER — staunchly refuses to acknowledge his feelings for you for a very long time. he's always had a bit of a soft spot for you the moment he made you his proxy, but he ignored it. he'd even get angry if anyone brought it up, because no. he is not in love with you. you're merely a tool for him to use, nothing more. but as time went on, it was getting harder and harder to ignore the aching in his chest whenever you were around.

it all tips over when he catches you carefully tending to emra's injuries while he had been away. he's been known to be very possessive of his creations, not letting anyone touch them but him. but you hadn't known when he'd be back, and emra needed her hand fixed, and he just... you were being so careful with her, treating her like the masterpiece that she was. he'll never say the words, but you'll know in the way he's gentler with you. the way his touch lingers, and the way golden strings always seem to coil around you whenever he's near.

THE DOLL MAKER — seems like the type of person who will only truly fall in love with someone who is as passionate about his work as he is. the moment he catches you carefully moving one of his dolls around like it was something to be treasured, or if you decide to make little accessories to match the outfits he designs... well, the wedding is already planned out in his head and he's wondering when to pop the question.

in all seriousness, he'd take his time before he ever told you how he felt. vine isn't experienced in the world of romance, so he doesn't know when the right timing would be to confess his love. he just hopes that it's something that he's made obvious in his other actions. but when he does decide to tell you those three words, he hopes that you'll say them back.

ZALGO — similarly to slender, did not think he could feel such an emotion. he was a being that transcended human understanding, after all. he made people go insane with a single thought, so how could he ever possibly feel something such as love? the mere idea was enough to have him laughing. no. something such as that wasn't possible. but then you come into his life. a strange, curious human with far too much confidence around an eldritch horror.

zalgo will make you understand the horrors that come with having him love you. you became a deity in the eyes of his numerous cults, essentially. there's no telling how many people have been sacrificed in your honor. how many loved ones you've lost, simply because you had made a creature beyond your understanding love you. it's not pretty. it's cruel, and gruesome, and you will never be able to leave him.

X-VIRUS — is that slow burn sort of realization. honestly, he seems like he's the type to be oblivious to romance unless it's laid on thick. to him, for a long time, you're just a really close friend who sometimes helps him with his experiments. cody will only realize his feelings for you if you start spending time with someone other than him. your absence is something he becomes painfully aware of, to the point that it makes it impossible to focus on anything.

he's not the possessive type by any means, but there's this feeling of jealousy in his gut when he sees you with someone else. that's when it clicks in his mind, 'oh. i'm in love.'. i want you to picture a classic friends to lovers romance, with a side of medical experimentation and murder. cody would like to think his confession was super romantic and the greatest thing ever, but no. no, he stumbles over his words, he's nervous, and he's just hoping you'll reciprocate his feelings.

LAUGHING JILL — finds herself falling in love with you when she realizes she can feel when you're around. the usual bitterness and anger that she felt on a constant always seemed to die down around you, and that joy that she came into existence with bubbled to the surface. it was childish, almost, the way she got excited whenever you wanted to include her in something. no matter how small, she took any excuse she could just to spend time with you.

it's too the point where jill feels as if she cannot exist without you. you've become so intertwined with her existence that she feels as if she'll die without you. it's unhealthy, and she knows this, but she finds it hard to care when the happiness you bring with you was just too addicting for her to give up.

CANDY POP — wasn't the type to grow attached to people easily. he had friends, sure, but it had taken him ages to actually refer to them as such. to him, everyone is a toy for him to play with however he pleases. you were meant to be just that, and yet you somehow turned the tables on him and he ended up falling in love with you like a pathetic fool. it's a realization that has him reeling, because he didn't think love was something he was capable of.

candy tries to be the picture perfect suitor you could only dream of having, he really does, but if you're not reciprocating his feelings within the first week of him confessing to you, he's dropping the act and just taking you for himself. you lost all choice in the matter the moment he entered your life, actually. and if you're really adamant on getting away from him, then trust that he will not hesitate to drag you into the abyss he's tethered to.

DR SMILEY — won't realize he's in love with you until you're already dead. you were just a victim of his that he kept around far longer than he normally did, but the silence that surrounded him when you were no longer around was... haunting. he tries to replace you, thinking another victim crying and begging for mercy would fill the silence but it just wasn't the same.

they didn't make his heart race the way you had. he didn't feel that excitement he had felt when he was with you. he won't call it love, but it was a strong enough feeling that it had him gathering the pieces of your body. he's a doctor. he'll stitch you back together, and bring you back to him. and when you wake from the dead to see the sharp smile of the man who killed you, you'll realize that there's truly no escaping him.

KAGEKAO — isn't a stranger to romance. he's had his fair share of relationships, what with sadie and then realizing he's gay and the awkward breakup that came with that, plus the numerous flings and situationships. you were meant to be nothing more than another situationship, and maybe even a victim if he got bored of you, but... that boredom never came. and neither did the end of your weird relationship.

kagekao somehow always ended up at your place whenever he wasn't off tormenting some poor soul. then he started to pop up whenever he was bored, and he'd somehow always end up staying the night. there were times when he'd even bring over some cheap takeout and wine. he knew he was gone when you rested your head on his lap while you two were watching some silent film, and the movie suddenly seemed irrelevant to the feeling of you. ah... you'll keep him entertained for a while, he's sure of it.

NATHAN THE NOBODY — is so obsessed with finding the people who kidnapped his sister that he never has the energy to focus on anything else. anyone he perceived to be part of the organization was an immediate target, and that's basically everyone he meets. so you have to be real special right off the bat for him to even not think about killing you. and lucky for you, you were his sister's best friend. you weren't part of the organization, you were safe. you could be trusted.

so when someone tries hurting you, it's like the entire world narrows down to that person. crystal would hate if anything happened to you, and nathan... seeing your face contort in pain had this sick feeling in his chest. you were terrified of him, the blood on his hands sticking to your skin as he pulls you into a suffocating hug, his heart pounding. the thought of losing you had never occurred to him, and while he doesn't label the feeling as love, he definitely doesn't plan on letting anything happen to you. no matter what, he'll keep you safe.

ZERO — cannot feel love the way other people feel it. love isn't even in her vocabulary. her only interest in this world is to kill anyone she comes across, to revel in their pain and agony because that's just how she is. yet somehow, she took an interest in you. you can kiss your normal life goodbye, because the moment she decides you're worth keeping around, she's not letting you go until she wants you dead. in her mind, you belong to her now.

so it's not love. not a healthy kind, at least. it's a desire to own, a need to claim. don't worry, though, she'll make sure to take good care of you. anyone who causes you trouble is nothing more than another story for the local news, and all she wants in return is a simple thank you and kiss on the cheek. she loves playing house with you! she'll be a great girlfriend as long as you play along.

JUDGE ANGELS — is wholly oblivious to romance as a whole. her entire life, she was sheltered. even years after becoming the murderer she is today, she never formed any bonds with people. none that were positive, at least. but then you came along. someone that dina found herself getting attached to the longer she spent time with you. she didn't understand why her heart raced whenever you got too close to her, and the feeling was overwhelming enough that she ended up pushing you away because she thought it was something bad.

with enough time, and exposure, she'll come to realize that the feelings she has for you aren't bad. she'll always be worrying about doing something wrong that'll make you hate her enough to leave her. you're the first person she's ever loved, the first person to love her. she can't lose that. just promise that you won't leave her, even if you stop loving her.

KATE THE CHASER — shouldn't have fallen in love to begin with. her sole reason of existence was slenderman, so she shouldn't care for anything else. she kept herself distant from the other proxies for that reason, because she didn't feel the need to connect with anyone. she was fine in her solitude. she wasn't meant to fall in love, so why does she feel so alive when you spend time with her?

you were always accommodating to her, visiting her when it was dark out and making sure you never shined your flashlight at her whenever you two went on walks through the forest. it's a relationship that will never work out, because proxies aren't meant to be anything but a vessel for slender. and yet, as time goes on, her feelings only get stronger and stronger, and she wonders... maybe it's okay to be selfish and indulge in you.

ROUGE THE PROXY — certainly didn't think she would fall in love after everything she's been through, and yet here she is, hovering around you like a guard dog as you dealt with the target you were meant to kill. she knew you could handle yourself, you're a proxy after all, yet she stood there, waiting. even after the mission was over, she would linger for a bit just to make sure you were safe.

her feelings for you are no secret. every proxy, including you, were aware of the special place you had in her heart. yet your relationship with her was so vague. she hasn't asked you out, but you two already act as if you're dating. it's this really strange 'will they, won't they' situation that all the proxies have made bets on. she's content with how things are now, though, so it might take time for her to actually verbalize her feelings for you.

TIM WRIGHT — is a little more confident before the events of marble hornets, so if he realizes he's in love with you during that time period, he won't have too much trouble telling you. maybe he'll need brian to hype him up a bit, and maybe he'll be a bit awkward when he does tell you that he's head over heels in love with you, but he still manages to tell you.

but tim during and after the events of marble hornets? total opposite. everyone he knew and loved died, and it's all his fault. how could he ever allow himself the privilege of your love when it's something he knows he doesn't deserve? even if you were to try and take the initiative, he'd turn you down. you can do so much better than him. getting close to him is basically signing your death certificate, and he's already lost so much. he's not sure if he can bear the pain of losing you, too.

BRIAN THOMAS — out of the entire marble hornets cast, save for maybe jessica, is the most in tune with his emotions. the moment he developed a romantic interest in you, he was asking you out. when he wasn't helping alex with marble hornets or hanging out with tim, he was taking you out on dates and solidifying his interest in you. he had actually planned on dropping the love bomb after the filming wrapped up, but...

even though he can't remember, he knows you. the man in the hoodie feels something for you. it's different from the protectiveness he feels for tim. for some reason, he doesn't want you involved in this mess. the moment jay reaches out to you and drags you in, he's doing everything he can to get you out. there were cryptic warnings directed towards you specifically, and when jay or tim weren't around, you'd sometimes catch him watching. you were scared, but you had made a vow that you wouldn't back out until you find brain.

JAY MERRICK — didn't think he'd really fall in love with someone while investigating the tapes, but he did. hard. he had met you early on since you were the first person part of the marble hornets crew he was able to get into contact with. it's almost scary how easily you guys hit it off. before things went to shit, jay really thought you two would become good friends. and unfortunately, jay doesn't realize he's in love with you until he's dying.

his entire life flashed before his eyes the moment alex shot that gun, and all he could think about was you. you, who stood by his side throughout this whole experience. you, who desperately tried to keep him from getting in too deep. you, who he had carelessly shrugged off because the operator's influence was far too strong. he can only hope you make it out of this hell alive.

ALEX KRALIE — will never realize he's in love with you post-operator. the feelings will be there, but he's already too far gone to go deep into what they might mean. all he knows is that he's desperate to kill you first, to get you out of this mess early on. it's because you two are close friends, that's all. and the hollow feeling left afterwards if he's successful is a price he's willing to pay.

but pre-operator alex will find himself falling in love with you when you support his passions. the moment he talks about marble hornets with you, you're passionate about supporting him, and it had him getting all nervous. he'll even offer you a role in the project, either as an actor or just crew if you're not comfortable with being filmed. anything to be able to spend more time with you. he had planned on asking you out on an official date when filming wrapped up.

JESSICA LOCKE — is stuttering over her own words the moment she locks eyes with you for the first time, because she is just that captivated by you. it's not love at first sight, but she definitely wants to take you out on a date. it's only with amy's encouragement that she actually does, and you two just... naturally hit it off that it sorta became a casual thing.

but she realizes she's in love with you when all this shit with marble hornets has blown over, and you're the first person she thinks of. she'd been missing for months, and you probably thought she had ghosted you. it's a little mortifying, honestly. she can't explain what happened, but she hopes you'll be willing to let her back into your life. because she really really really wants to be your girlfriend.

[rosetterer]

time by rosetterer

Bucktommy, Grief/Mourning, Implied/Refrenced Character Death (if redacted redacts), Hurt/Comfort

Tommy was already used to Evan waking up in the middle of the night; usually, it happened because of the nightmares that haunted Evan's mind but now that a week had gone by, more often than not, when Tommy would wake up to go to the bathroom, he'd find Evan staring out into nothingness. When he'd asked him about it, Evan had told him that he would just wake up, almost like his mind suddenly remembered what had happened, and then he was unable to stop thinking about it.

But now it wasn’t exactly nighttime anymore, but it was still early. Tommy could barely see the blurry 5 A.M on his phone as he slowly awakened from sleep. He turned the lamp on, twisting himself around to take a look at Evan, and found him sitting on the side of the bed. He was whimpering quietly, but it had been enough to wake Tommy up.

”Evan, hey,” Tommy said, his voice coming out hoarse.

He moved across the bed, placing a hand carefully on Evan’s back.

”What are you doing, baby?” He asked, glancing down at the phone in Evan’s hands.

”He’s not replying,” Evan said then, his voice quivering. ”He should be u- up by now, he’s not replying- He’s not-”

”Sweetheart, what are you talking about?” Tommy asked gently, placing his chin on Evan’s shoulder. ”Hm?”

”After my coma dream, I’ve texted him every morning to make sure that this- this is real,” Evan said, and a memory of him having explained this to him before entered Tommy’s mind. ”He’s not replying, Tommy, he-”

”Okay, okay,” Tommy said, gently taking the phone from Evan’s hands and placing it on the nightstand. ”Evan-”

”He- he should just reply,” Evan continued. ”This isn’t real, this isn’t real-”

”Evan,” Tommy continued, wrapping his arms around Evan’s waist. ”I’m sorry, baby, but this is real. The funeral was yesterday.”

”No,” Evan gasped out.

Tommy rubbed his thumb against the sliver of skin peeking out from under the loose shirt Evan had worn to bed.

”I’m sorry,” Tommy whispered to him again and pressed a kiss on his cheek.

”I don’t want it,” Evan said, voice quivering even more before breaking entirely.

Salty tears fell down his cheeks.

”I don’t want this, I don’t want this to be real, I don’t-” A sob broke out of him. ”I can’t do this, Tommy, I can’t live like this, I can’t-”

”Hey, shh,” Tommy soothed him, holding him even closer. ”Come here, baby. Come here.”

He turned Evan around in his arms, and he latched onto him, gripping at the back of his shirt so tightly that Tommy knew it was going to get stretched out.

He let Evan cry against him; it hadn't been the first time this week he'd done so, and they both knew it wasn't going to be the last. But this was something Tommy knew how to do; how to take care of Evan. It had always come so naturally to him, and these days, there were so many other things that he didn't know how to do. So many things that were uncertain.

He knew that when they one day would discuss what had happened after the hook-up, there was a big possibility he would say or do something that would ruin everything. He and Evan seemed to take turns in doing such things.

If only he could just put his thoughts into words without it coming out all wrong: that he was terrified of losing Evan. That he was terrified of losing him because he’d never felt this way toward anyone else. And how did he feel toward Evan?

Well, to put it simply, he loved him.

Now wasn’t the time to say it, even though Tommy wanted to. Now wasn’t the time to talk about their relationship, even though he had slept in the same bed as Evan and cuddled him to sleep every night since Bobby had died.

”Why does everyone leave?” Evan whispered into his chest, breaking Tommy out of his thoughts.

”Nobody wants to leave you, baby,” Tommy answered, the words escaping him before he could even think through them properly. ”Nobody, okay?”

”… Maybe not,” Evan said after a moment, sniffling. ”But they still do it.”

”I’m sorry,” the apology slipped out as well. ”I’m really sorry, Evan. I know now is not the time to talk about it but-”

”Why not?” Evan asked, lifting his head enough to look up at him.

”There’s no rush,” Tommy stuttered out. ”We… We have time.”

Tears welled up in Evan’s eyes again, and Tommy just knew that they were sore from all the crying. He’d have to remember to pick up some eyedrops when he actually managed to get out of this house.

”Shh,” Tommy soothed him again and pressed Evan’s head back against his chest. ”We’ll talk eventually, baby, but for now… Let’s just be here. Just the two of us. I swear to you that I’m not going anywhere.”

A whimper was muffled by the fabric of his shirt. He held on tighter.

”I promise you, sweetheart,” he said and kissed the top of Evan’s head. ”I promise.”

[aikya-kat-44]

Either a phoenix or a cat. Cats because they're my favourite animal and phoenixes mostly cause flight but also I think they're cool. Also an owl cos also flight and I want to scare people. If I'm going for keeping some of my human reasoning skills (aka if you also get given the brain of the animal you become) I'd choose a sphinx. Oh dear, look at the prime example of my indecisiveness above you.

Either this one space themed hoodie I have or my Ferrari hoodie ✨ (oh how lucky I was to get hold of that) and whatever pants look good to me in the moment. To compensate for my lack of outfit I will put as much jewellery as humanely possible on.

Witch, cause I'm bewitching /j. But also siren, but specifically one who never sings unless they loose control or have to since I can lure people in but don't like doing it.

It can't be put into words, but I put a lot of effort into it (and it looks good heh).

Plant based. I'm vegan (NOT a pushy one who judges non vegans, I would never do that) and I'm allergic to milk, so this is a no brainer.

Neitherrr! I'm strictly a cereal straight from the box type of person.

(To the person who said I give casually talks about murder vibes, well, here I am, casually talking about murder) First, assuming the target isn't subdued, I would punch or kick certain points on their body that apparently cause people to collapse on the floor and go unconscious, taking care to use just enough force so that they don't get visibly injured. Scratch that, first I would put on a hairnet, mask and gloves, and trick the target into going to a secluded place. Okay after the fighting phase I would inject them with anaesthetic if I had it, but since I probably don't have that I would use a combination of laughing gas (it's always lying around on the streets) and slipping liquid painkillers into their mouth. Then I would move them if I had to. Depending on who the target is I would murder them in different ways. If they're a nobody, I would simply poison them with more painkillers (or alcohol if we're outside a bar). If they're high profile or someone is looking for them, I would remove anything that won't be destroyed (I'm not making the same mistake as this one guy did with the dentures) by very concentrated hydrochloric acid around pH 1 (yes I will be able to get that) from them and then dissolve their body in the acid. I will use oven cleaner to clean up the area (it's a strong alkali so it will neutralise any traces of acid). Since the target is Elon Musk, I would do none of the aforementioned steps apart from putting on gloves and stuff. I would simply remove all brake fluid and coolant from his cybertruck and watch the death be deemed accidental. Obviously if this doesn't go to plan I have escape routes, backup plans, lies and disguises in mind. But actually I don't want to kill anyone.

Wow I disturbed myself (and probably all of you).

npt: @apologiesforthecreatures @eve-will-perceive @mer-acle @literallylink--who-tf-is-ravioli @kitty-meowskers @please-be-nice-im-sensitive @icantrememberwhoiwaslastdecember @bladevoyager +open tags

yk what I'll also do this get to know your mutuals cuz I thought bout it for a bit and I think I have to or I'll explode

get to know your mutuals♡

if you could be any animal which one would you choose to be? (can be fictional) (and you can explain why if you want to)

what would you choose when you're in a hurry and have nothing to wear?

are you a witch, vampire, fairy, dryad, siren or a mermaid and why do you think so?

what is your style?

regular milk or plant based milk?

which one do you put first milk or cereal?

fav way to kill someone? (idgaf if you never thought of it now you have to think of something and make it at least a bit cool I'm begging)

and I'll go first cuz I can

girl I wrote kinda a lot in these answers but I just had to brag about my fav way of killing people🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️ and okay maybe it's kinda stupid that I'm also doing this game even tho I made it for others but who cares?

I can't choose but either a phoenix or a wolf cuz the allegory of both of these animals absolutely stole my heart

anything in my wardrobe that looks good (and it's almost always not adequate for the cold weather, I literally can wear a mini skirt when it's like 2°C outside and there are times when I am wearing a mini skirt and a crop top when it is 0°C and even when it was -3°C I don't care)

something in between vampire and a dryad cuz I feel like I would be a good vampire I don't know how to describe it but I just know and that's it and also a dryad cuz when I think of them they give me rather a messy and chaotic vibe which is def how I act and overall express myself so I'd say that I'm sometimes both sometimes one and sometimes the other

I'm goth so my style is overall gothic and / or cunty

regular but only 1,5% fat

CEREAL

sooo this is my fav way, first - pepper spray in the face so they can't see and therefore they can't run away, second - start scratching their legs with a pocket knife as hard as possible and try to find an aorta and cut there (making it even harder to run away), third - stick the same knife into all of their fingers (why not), fourth - knock out their teeth with a knuckle duster and finally - when they open their mouth trying to catch a breath from the blood and saliva running into their throat pour fluoroantimonic acid into their mouth and it's done! and I'll add that fluoroantimonic acid is called the most corrosive acid in the world ans if it touches the skin it causes huge damage and if poured into someones throat it'll burn the insides and kill. I think I'm really creative cuz I came up with this when I was writing one of my books and now I'm obsessed

tags: @n1eprzytomnadesperacja @niketas-s @r4tkisses @dawkacynizmu @gothicm0rph @slowacki006

and with question 7 rn I'm mostly thinking about one bbg ( @dawkacynizmu I'm looking at you ) cuz a bit after I came up with this question I thought that you might have an interesting answer