#theres probably murder in her eyes too

[jyoongim]

You know how theres been so many fics of what if reader was one of Al's victims and they meet in hell?

Well I kind of want to request something like that? but like the part where the murder happens??

I wanna see human!Alastor all out of breath still smiling going "oh wow you really gave me quite a chase, dear" when he finally corners you. Him with blood staining his cheek looking down at you as he finally managed to get you in the trunk of his car and giving us that oh so sexy "Lovely." in a deeper slower voice hajdjs I AM MASOCHIST OKAY

maybe reader can be like "go to hell bitch" with her dying breath and Al's just like "gladly! i'll see u there!" and they do meet heidnsja

You groaned as you propped yourself up against a fallen tree.Your body was screaming in pain, you were covered in small cuts and scraps from running through the woods. You winced as pain shot through your system. You looked down to pull your hand away from the bleeding wound.

Fuck

You weren’t gonna survive this.

 You knew it. 

Could feel it.

It made you laugh. 

You heard a stick snap and whipped your head to see a dark figure walking towards you. You let out a breathless laugh, adrenaline finally coming down “damn bastard…”

Standing before you was the boogeyman himself.

Alastor.

He was leaned over, hands on knees as he panted, probably from running after you.

He chuckled, looking up at you over his blood-splattered glasses.

”I must admit I hadn’t expected you to run into the woods…a mistake on my part honestly…but you sent me on quite a chase darlin’ ” He was crouched in front of you, a smug smile on his face.

 He was splattered in blood.  

Your blood.

You grimaced, scrunching your nose at him. “You couldn’t just let me die in peace could you” 

His smile curled as he pulled out some rope,  oh how he loved that fire of yours.

”I’m afraid not my dear”

You didn’t have the energy to fight him as he tied you up, hissing at him as he heaved over his shoulder, deciding that you throwing insults at him would satisfy you.

”You are an egotistical self-absorbed piece of shit!”

”You think you’re so good huh? Killin folks and thinking no one knows…You ain’t as good as you think Alastor”

He hummed as he tracked back, listening to you hiss and curse at him.

”You’ll get caught mark my words! You like attention too much to keep your crimes under wraps. I never took you to be sloppy but what else is there to expect?”

He dropped you into the trunk of his car, leaning over you mockingly as you gasped trying to take in as much air as you fought the drowsiness that wanted to overcome you.

”Lovely” he brawled out tucking a strand of hair being your ear.

Even in your last moments, you fought him.

”I hope you burn in the hottest pit in Hell asshole” you muttered as your eyes closed, finally submitting to your wounds.

Alastor smiled as your body went limp “Ill gladly see you in Hell ma cherie”

————————————————————————————-

The gang watched in shock as a woman walked up to Alastor with a knife to his throat.

Alastor grin stretched across his face at the sight of you

”Why what a pleasure to see you again my dear” He leered down at your angry form “Miss me?‘

“You fucking asshole!” You hissed pressing the knife into his neck

”You might of killed me alive but ill be the one to end your afterlife” He laughed, taking your hand with the knife and lowering it. 

“Ill love to see you try darlin’ ”

[thebutterfly-effects]

Its Snowing Like Its The End Of The World ⋆｡°✩

hypothesis: after everything, he comes back to see you do that to him? he’s been selfish all his life, and theres a reason for the action he made on your big day.

warnings: none really, self inflicted angst? unaliving, sad, english is not my second language sorry if this sucks, Satoru justifies his actions, the best-friends fall out but they love each other trope, this is mostly Satoru’s pov.

bye im never gonna write again after this

Have you ever heard of the Japanese phrase “Yamato Nadeshiko”? Its a phrase used to describe the ideal Japanese woman.

Quiet, Meek, Timid, Calm, Nurturing, Bears a lot of children, Knows her place, Always respects her husband.

Some people argue that this type of girl has been going extinct in our day and age, it’s hard to find it. According to men, women are either super lenient, or a tough feminist that would brutally murder a man. And always choose the bear, perhaps.

Satoru Gojo hated that term. He thought what if he had his own type of ‘Yamato Nadeshiko’?

what if he didn’t want the one to be a timid girl that would submit to his every word? what if he wanted a little challenge? a headache? a thrill? something he would never expect?

There weren’t many options in Jujutsu Tech. Ugh. There was Shoko, but she’s a really good friend, and if he’s being honest, shes facing some major lesbian allegations in the school. Yikes. With who though?!?!?!

Obviously theres many other girls in the school, but none were worth Satoru’s time.

Then there was the Kyoto girls. Utahime, which was a mother fucking no. Mei Mei? she’s probably gonna be after his money, and they’d look related anyway; white hair n shit.

That scratches off all of the girls in Satoru’s list, mind list at least— he wants some love, real genuine love, lets be honest, hes fucking deprived. a virgin? maybe? maybe not? but deprived? absolutely.

..

Unless we mention one last girl. You. Satoru’s ultimate best friend, attached to the hip, a package deal. The type of friends where if one was absent the sensei would ask where the other was.

mhm, it was like that.

Suguru was obviously still his best friend too. But you? you were somethin’ else.

✧༺ ♡ ༻∞

“you ever think if meteors were actually made of cheese like in tom n jerry?” Satoru asks with a mouthful of nerd clusters in his mouth, it was his fifth pack but he burned through the calories like fire on paper.

You look at him. You’re so fed up with his dumb questions, for a guy that has to do fucking calculus in his head every time he uses his techniques, he sure was fucking dumb.

“they’re made of rocks.” you say flatly, continuing to crochet a little penguin for Shoko, she said she wanted an audience of crocheted animals to watch her as she dissects his friends. Yikes.

Satoru pouts, licking the sweetness off his lips as he stares at you, his glasses tipping down his nose. “what do you take me for? of course i knew that.” he scoffed.

“did you though?”

“did.”

“did not.”

“did.”

“did not.”

“did.”

“ugh, did n-“

he silences you by an ambush of kisses to your cheek, and a couple of head pats. “did!” he grinned, holding your face with one hand, both your poor cheeks were squished together. You wondered if this is what puffer fish feel like when humans poke them when they’re look all round n shit.

“real smooth, Sato.” you roll you eyes, looking off into the distance, your eyes catching a glimpse of a snowflake?

Its already snowing? what the hell?

“whatchu lookin at, hm?” he murmurs, taking his glasses off because as he always says, you were the only thing that didn’t overwhelm his eyes. “lemme see-“

“snowflake.” you mumbled.

“it’s august though..? is this effects of el niño or el niña?” he says, throwing a peach ring into his mouth.

You stare at him, like he just grew horns and a tail. “um.. no, that has to do with water temperature changing from japan’s oceans and south america’s.” you say.

“global warming?”

“Satoru.”

“what?”

“repeat that for me, please?”

“global warming.”

..

“oh, warming. hehe.. sorry.” He says, rubbing his neck before crinkling the plastic bag of the gummies in his hand.

“you know my mom always told me that when snow comes in the summer to tropical countries, it means the end of the world is near.” You say, stealing a peach ring from his mouth.

Its his turn to look at you like you grew two heads.

“that’s probably the dumbest shit i’ve ever heard, but ill slide it cuz i love you.” he says.

“tch, can’t speak your mind these days.” you mutter, and he smiles and lays his head on your lap, staring at the small snowflakes falling, and the shooting stars in the sky.

The silence was nice, never awkward between you two. You were as close as conjoined twins, yes i said it, forgive me. Maybe you were a little delusional and thought there was something more to it? you don’t know. You don’t want to know, its treading on thin ice.

Satoru was likely the only person you feel comfortable here with in the school, you left your clan— which was so far away, you left your home far away to pursue jujutsu. Your friends were cool, Shoko was very friendly, and you felt like you had a stable girlfriend here, Suguru was always friendly but its like conversations with him were so forced and short.

Satoru was always the one to like talking, eating, doing whatever came to his mind— you liked his sense of carelessness, someway it balanced out how grounded and reserved you were, gave you a breath of fresh air.

for him?

you grounded him, more than Suguru ever could, he felt like there was always this wall for him to lean on if he felt like he couldn’t stand anymore. All this bullshit of him having to keep calm and be the strongest was teetering him on the edge of losing it all. Alas, you were there, you are there.

hopefully this stays this way forever, right?

..right?

✧༺ ♡ ༻∞

where did any of this go wrong.

how did it go wrong?

he swears he never meant for the fallout to happen, shit just.. happens sometimes, a measly fight that made your ‘friendship’ fizzle. Disappear. Catch on flames the way Sodium did when it touched water. Not to mention, he was dealing with losing Suguru at the time, it was a lot for him to process..? One moment Suguru was fine.. then, he just flipped a switch.

Or maybe Satoru didn’t notice it.

Which makes it either; Suguru was a good liar, or Satoru was a shit friend.

He doesn’t want to think that he was a shit friend, and he doesn’t want to think Suguru had lied to him as well.

God this was all so frustrating.

His haori suddenly felt suffocating.

For an article of clothing that was meant to be very loose and baggy, Satoru felt strangled right now.

Blue eyes, raw and misty as he watched you stand with some snobby guy who was heir of his clan, you in your white shiromuku, looking so sweet and angelic.

He had been sealed for a while, only to come out and hear that you were getting married? where have you been all these years while plaguing his mind, why didn’t you tell him?

he supposes he knows why, but it still stings.

stings to see you wear your shiromuku next to a man that was supposed to be him.

his fist clenched, then unclenched. This wasn’t fair, did you forget everything that happened before you fell out? small kisses? little ways of saying i love you indirectly? was he not obvious with his love for you? moreover, were you lying? because theres no way on God’s green earth you were able to just move on so fast when he never did.

The sight in his eyes just fills him with rage, sadness, FOMO of something that was supposed to be his.

he lifts his fingers, aiming for your groom.

all sense of logic goes away as he murmurs the two words and a blast of purple rushes past everyone, people that were probably not important, not to him at least, and they get caught up in the crossfire before it finally lands on him.

and no longer was he your groom.

you don’t even get to see what happens as you fall down and hit your head on the concrete.

maybe you feel a hand touching you, you assume its your groom— you assume its someone— but the instinct in your gut tells you its someone else— and judging by that purple light—-

Satoru sighs, trying to wipe the stains of your no longer future husband’s blood off your shiromuku, even his blood stained you, it irked him.

“what were you up to, hm?” he whispered, though he knew you weren’t listening. His knuckles lingered on your cheek.

“couldn’t just sit and watch, my girl. Im sorry.” he whispered, genuine remorse in his voice— not for killing the guy, but because you got hurt in the process of his rash decision.

While he should be out there, fighting that monstrosity called Sukuna, he was here. Hes sorry, he really is, but he’s been selfless all his life— can’t he be selfish this one time? Or would it be the end of the world?

how ironic.

it is the end of the world. Sukuna’s out there ending lives like he was stepping on cockroaches; and the strongest sorcerer was here, hands stained with the blood of the man trying to marry his girl.

He knows he shouldn’t say shit like this, you guys haven’t talked in years— you moved to Kyoto just to not feel the pain of the fall out between you two.

But alas, you both loved each other. He hopes you still do— because you were here trying to get married while he was sealed away for a while.

maybe you didn’t know he was sealed.

maybe.

He feels something cold on his nose, and he touches it.

a snowflake, reminds him of that time you guys saw a meteor— then traces of snow though it was mid august. Maybe this was the universe’s sign that he did the right thing, to make things right, to take back what he desperately wanted.

He smiled a little to himself as he saw another snowflake land on your cheek, so he cradled you, gathering you in his arms as he walked away from the scene.

he sees the snow rapidly increasing and smiles.

“remember that time you told me about what your mama said?” he murmurs, holding you close, hoping you’re listening somewhere in there. “snow in summer means the end of the world.” he says, looking up at the sky.

Sukuna.

almost losing you.

half his friends dying.

his students in danger.

japan in danger.

“i guess its snowing like its the end of the world.” he murmurs, hoping you’d wake up and let him lean on you when he needed you most. which is now.

wake up.

“please.”

[tmwcs]

can you do y/n sending heethan a moaning audio?🫶🫶

"The Sweet Sound of Wind Chimes..."

Warnings: yeah this is like full on porn. its nearly pure smut but its really good...probably the most detailed (or one of the most) detailed smut scenes i've written (def the most for a drabble/request) so here it is. ;) there is mentions of murder, hints of violence and ofc, theres the crazed obsession that our man has for his y/n. (yandere life) also if you know me or are familiar with my works, like most of them, this isnt proofread. sorry.

“Huh, she sent me an audio?” Heeseung thought to himself as he adjusted the volume in his car. With the bluetooth connected, he pushes play and the vibrating beat of your voice echoes through his car. You were moaning. You were whimpering. You were biting your lip and gasping near the end of the audio bit. Just what were you doing when you made this? You were in class, at least....that's where he dropped you off five minutes ago.

But oh the sound was addicting. it was music to his ears, fact, he replayed the audio over and over again. He couldn't get enough.

"Fuck......" he whispers out.

"Another one?" Heeseung mentally noted as his thumb hovers over the play button. "Sweet death come to me....."

The delightful sound of your wind-chime voice reaches a pitch high enough to break glass, but it was so soothing and angelic. The way your tone soared through like a spear and punctured his ears as you gasped out and whined, the very same sound you make when he.....

*knock knock*

Turning his head slowly, not even startled by the interruption, Heeseung faces the opposite window, and sees Jake. Rolling down the window, Jake pops his head in as he greets his best friend.

"Hey man, you coming in? Class is about to start."

Heeseung merely looked at Jake for a moment, causing the man to form a confused smirk as he starts to recognize that lustful shine in Heeseung's eye.

"Ah, you're thinking about y/n again. Well today is a short day so you'll see her soon. Lets go man."

Still looking at Jake with soulless eyes, Heeseung simply places his phone down and starts his car back up.

"Hey, are you leaving??" Jake utters as he steps back from the car. With the window still rolled down, Heeseung speaks out as he starts to back out of the parking space.

"I'm taking an administrative delay, i'll be in later. Tell the professors for me."

Chuckling, Jake waves goodbye as Heeseung drives off.

....................

Lonesomely, you stand in the locker room. Leaned onto the row of the steel doors, you rest your hip and shoulder against the lockers while your fingers remained under the skirt of your dress. The straps coming loose and draping down over your shoulders, with the tie string in the front undone, exposing more of the supple curves of your cleavage. Tilting your head against the locker, you become zoned out as the thought of Heeseung....and Ethan slamming into you was too much to bear just in thought. Perhaps you were close to ovulating? Why were the thoughts so strong this time around? Flipping over towards your side, you leaned more inward with half your chest pressing against the steel wall. So engrossed with the image of him thrusting into you, you bit down on your lip hard as you further craved for him, causing you to moan and whimper aloud.

"Mmm...uuuuuuugh......"

"i'm here baby."

his deep voice emerged from behind, startling you yet his immediate grasp around your waist snapped you right back into the filthy mindset you had just seconds before he snuck up on you.

"He...Heeseung."

"Shhhh...i'm going to fix it." with his traditional saying, he tugs you inward and pushes you up against the lockers, causing your chest and breasts smashing against the steel doors. Your hands reach up and become plastered, palm on the cold metal as you stabilize yourself, perking your rear up and curving your lower back at a distinct arch. You were ready.

Scooting your dress up, he collects the pretty floral material to coil around your waist as he smooths his hands around the most narrow part, just above your hip. You felt so soft....you always felt soft.

His thumbs extend over and circulates around your rear cheeks. Your derriere was large, bouncy, and supple, just the way he liked it. It always amazed him, how you could keep your ass so perky and large, round, and buoyant, yet he's never seen you do squats to enlarge it. Guess you were just built perfectly.....for him.

Leaning his chest over your back, his nose caresses your ear as he licks inside of it, nibbling on the lobe, causing you to whine like a child. "tell me what you want, pretty baby...." his voice started to transition, he was merging to his Ethan side, becoming half and half.

"mmm....." you moaned out.

"I said tell me."

"F-fuck....fuck me.....Heeseung fuck me......"

"ahh...very good."

With his member poking out of the opening in his trousers, he slides the large length in between your cheeks, poking the head out from above as he squeezes your rear to hug the shaft. Thrusting slowly, he continues to hug his length with your plump bottom, watching as the tip extends out in the open.

The feeling of him fucking your rear cheeks was immensely pleasurable and painful, it had caused your yearning state to soar through the tip of your burning desire and you nearly cried, you were reaching a breaking point.

"ugh! please!! please!! please!!" you begged.

"You gonna talk dirty for me?"

"yes! Yes!!"

"you gonna be nasty?"

"yes!"

"yeah? you sure?"

"Yes! please!...i'll do whatever you want...just please......i-inside....."

"mmhmm..." he deeply chuckles as he feeds the tip into your entry, yet unlike all the other times, he decided to toy with you just a little more. Once the bulging tip was inside, he rests and keeps it at the base of your opening, refraining from sliding the remainder of his length in...though it was extremely hard for him to do. With a shaky groan, he releases an unsteady breath as he smirks and continues to tease you.

"Tell me......mm...fuck....tell me what you were thinking about when you sent me that audio....." he tilts his head back and winces his eyes shut upon feeling you squeezing his tip. His Adam's Apple exposed fully as he faces the ceiling.

"Ttttthinking...thinking about....y-you.......fffffffucking me......mmmm fuck me......" you stuttered out as you started to move your hips back and forth. As soon as you started moving, his grip around your waist tightened as he pushes you forward, furthering meshing you against the steel wall to hold you steady. Your cheek pressed up against the cool surface, with your hands remaining propped up against the wall as your cleavage squeezes against said surface and becomes overly plump from the pressure.

"Yeah? what else?" he deeply chokes out as he slides a couple inches inside.

"Ugh! more! more!"

"Tell me what else then."

"fucking....fucking me hard.......cumming...cumming inside.....lots....lots of cum....i want it..i want it all..." moaning a mess of words, you tilted your head back, allowing your hair to drape down and reaching his finger tips, which he delightfully coiled around as he maintained his grasp around your waist. With his thumbs stroking the indented curve and lining of your back, formed by the arch, his soft and tender notion appeals to you as he continues.

"my pretty baby wants it all?"

"yes...yes!!"

"you dont want to share with anyone, do you?"

"no! NO!"

"and you dont want me to share you with anyone, right?"

"No..no sharing....no sharing!"

"You belong to me, and i belong to you, right?"

"yes! Yes!"

Inch by inch, he slowly slides in the remainder of his length. "You're all mine? You gonna follow my rules and only be mine? You gonna eat, sleep, taste, dream, smell, and breathe only me for the rest of your life?"

"yes! Yes! oh my god yes! mmmm please!"

"say it. say that i'm your everything...."

"yo-you're my everything! my everything!" your voice reaching a high pitch and cracking near the last bit, he was so close to fully feeding his dick inside, you could feel the base of his groin against your rear cheeks.

"you know you're my everything?"

"yes!"

"You know i would do anything for you?"

"Yes!"

Reaching a hand up and around your neck, he pulls your head back to rest against his chest. Burying his mouth into your ear, he whispers....

"You know i'll kill anyone if they ever touch or look at you?"

"yess........yes......" you moaned out. You knew that he wasn't bluffing, he killed before and you believe he'd kill again....all because the man was insanely obsessed with you. you were his and his alone. while his demeanor and actions would scare others, it thrilled and fed your deepest and wildest desires. because of this man, you were saved from the ugliness of the world countless times....because he loved you.

"you like that....dont you?" he smirks as he starts to thrust in more, his base reaching and closing in against your taint.

"yessssss...."

"you like it when the monster comes out?"

"yes......"

"you like it when the monster bites?"

"yes."

"you like it when the monster feeds, sucks, and fucks you?"

"yes!"

Extending his fingers out, and delicately wrapping them around your throat, all in a graceful notion, he bucks his hips, finally.

"ugh! Oh my God!!!" you reach behind and slap your hand against his thigh from the powerful sensation of him burying his cock deep....so deep inside you. Sliding it out, his tip near the opening, before he slams it back in, puncturing that sweet spot.

"UGH!!!! HEESEUNG!!!"

"Heethan baby....." he corrects you, as his lips remained plastered against your ear, whispering deeply and licking your helix.

Picking up the pace, you surrendered fully as you reach up and attempt to pull his hand off your throat, allowing you to lean forward so you could rest against the wall once more. "please..please let me....let me move...let me move.....c-cant....cant stand....ugh!"

Honoring your wish, he lets go of your neck and lets you nearly fall forward as your hands catch your fall and becomes plastered against the steel wall once more. His hand smooths over your back and pushes down on the lower bit, forcing you to perk your rear up.

"Ass up pretty."

Slightly leaned in towards your tip toes, you perk your derriere up and increased the exposure of your womanhood as he gains a clear view of his throbbing and swollen member thrusting in and out of your opening, skin on skin melting with eachother, creating a mixture of fluids, yours and his.

Thrusting faster and faster, he fucks you harder than you had imagined, it felt so good...too good. the sound of the lockers rattling and shaking as he slams into you, pelts his hip against your ass as his groin slaps against the skin of your suppled cheeks, staining them pink and red from each hit.

"mmmmmmmfuck!!!" you screamed out as your body bounces back and forth, your breasts jolting in quick motions as they jiggle from his high momentum.

"yeah? you fucking like that dont you?" he scoffs out. "touch it baby."

Doing as he bids, you reach in between your legs and caressed the part of his shaft that remained exposed with your two fingers, rubbing it vigorously as he continues to pump the remaining inches inside you, squelching the juices in and out.

Dripping, you felt the essence of his labor and your desire trailing down your leg.

"Oh? Pretty baby looks like she wants to become a mommy." he teases as he thrusts even harder, pull you back up and into him as he had done before.

"ugh! ugh! plllllllleease!" you moaned out as you grab onto his arm, which was swooped around your neck, placing you in a gentle chokehold. Your throat rests against his inner elbow, as his hand reaches your ear, where he gently moves the hair away and buries his face in once more. With you nearly standing upright, back plastered against his chest, his thrusts goes in straight and upwards, trailing in deeper than before, the momentum was so strong, it caused your body to become lifted as you shift back and forth between your tip toes from the slight bit of levitation, all due to his thrusting force.

"ugh! ugh! ugh!"

"yeah, fucking moan some more you pretty thing." he darkly whispers as he increases his pace.

"ugh-ugh-ugh-ugh-ugh!" your moans increased to match his momentum.

"you ready to get pregnant?"

"yes! yes! yes! fuck me! heethan fuck me!" you gasped out repeatedly, your voice airy and light as the pleasured tears stream down your face, exposing how fucked out you looked from taking him in repeatedly. "please......please cum...cum...inside...please fuck me and cum inside..." you begged. Just as you finished uttering out your words, he wraps his arms around your waist and lifts your body entirely off the ground, with his shaft still nestled inside.

"ahhhh!!!" screaming out from the shock of being fully levitated in his grasp, not to mention how deep his shaft went in upon lifting your weight, he flings you over behind against the other wall, where a bench nearby was stationed. Not once did his throbbing member exit out of your cavity, his finesse was so above reproach, he could effortlessly move you without ever breaking contact. Lifting your leg by swooping his hand under your kneecap, he places it on the bench as he leans you forward against the tile wall, while simultaneously pulling your rear closer to him.

the repeated slapping of skin fills the entire locker room, he went even faster. His dick looked as if he was melting into your opening as the blurred view of your skin meshing with his becomes the highlight of his day. You became even more wet, allowing him to slide in and out easily as he goes in faster, deeper, and harder.

"ugh! i'm-i'm gonna cum!"

"cum with me baby." he gasps out in a deep groan as he reaches up and places a hand on your shoulder, while the other firmly grabs onto the side of your waist. He was both, pulling you in and holding you steady.

"cum for me, and i'll cum for you......"

tapping against your sweet spot, along with the feeling of his thick shaft in between your thighs as he thrusts in, you snapped. Screaming out, your walls gyrate and your thighs and rear cheeks shake vigorously.

"oh shit....." he gasps out, softly smiling at the view before him. Your body was losing control, jolting in all directions. Had it not been for his grab on you, you would have broken contact, yet he remained you steady so that he could finish.

Seeping inside, he releases every last bit of his seeds inside your belly, slowing down his thrusts as he catches his breath. with your body still jerking from the immense orgasm, he rubs his fingers up and down to coo you, calming your nerves and your heart rate.

"theeeeeeere.......good girl......shhhh..." he whispers out as he thrusts in slowly......slooooooowly.....

whimpering from the feeling of his thick member entering and re-entering, your body begins to go limp as your hands drag down from the tile wall. Catching you by reaching around and palming the center of your chest, he flings you up and against him, sitting you down on his lap as he takes his seat on the bench behind. Leaving his thick cock inside you, he keeps your legs slightly wide open as he rests your back against your chest, your hair plastered on your skin from the bit of sweat accumulated by the performance, he hugs you around your waist. Kissing your ear, he softly and gently repeats his pecks as you drift off into a blissful slumber, keeping his shaft nestled and warm in between your walls as he takes his time to recover. Once you were out cold, he chuckles to himself as he lifts your hand and admires your fingers.

"ah fuck baby......the effect you have on me.....even if its just the sound of your voice, you have a way about you that makes the monster hungry."

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[saym0-0]

what do you think the mechs would be avatars of? my first thought was slaughter for the group as a whole bc,, duh. but now that im thinking about it, i think they'd be more eye/end aligned. because their whole thing is stories and the part they clearly deem most important is the end right? theres all the blood and gore in the middle but the important bit is everyone dies at the end

individually though, not as a whole group they're all sorts of stuff i think

ashes would be desolation for sure with all the fire and the likes, and hades makes me think web too? they're the one behind the scenes pulling the strings (granted, usually for their own entertainment but who can blame em really)

toy soldier would be stranger, once again for obvious reasons. im not really sure if theres much crossover on this one really.

jonny i reckon would be eye and slaughter, mans cares for two things and its violent crime and a good story (amen!)

brian is SO lonely coded like?? its in the backstory song man,, also vague end-ness probably, though tbf they probably all have that end cloud by virtue of being the mechanisms. maybe vast too

tim would be slaughter too, he loves a good murder spree but i feel like theres something else and ive just forgotten like half the fears lmao OUGH hunt maybe? tim goes crazy is very hunt coded

ivy is SO immensely eye. she's literally an archivist. she gathers and stores aaallll that information but her emotional connection to it is reset every night. thats so eye!!

nastya is definitely lonely, at least towards the end but probably the whole time (from what little i know of cyberian demons) and maybe dark? that ones 100% vibes i have no explanation

marius has very spiral vibes i think. hes just a silly guy ur honour i think he deserves it. i cant really think of any other one for him tbh

and raph is quite stranger coded i think, idk the detachment from humanity that comes with being a mad scientist just feels very stranger to me? more so than the average mechs detatchment from humanity

i dont know why i made this post but ive been rotating end/eye mechs in my brain for a couple days just because i think the idea of s5 jmart stumbling across a domain thats kind of an accumulation of the various album aettings and music that can be heard from anywhere in the domain and victims living/reliving the parts of the characters is very very cool and i needed to word vomit it somewhere

[bingo6776]

Amber Freeman x Reader

disgustingly unedited, ive never written for Amber freeman before but shes bae and hot so yk heyo. if theres any feedback or ideas, my asks or dm are open

probs ooc? again idek im just sleep deprived 

1.6k

You were tired.

You were completely and totally exhausted.

 You had barely slept last night after you had heard about the murders, another fuck face trying to make a name for themselves whilst hiding under the Ghostface mask. Why did you still live in Woodsboro? Fuck knows.

 You were scared shitless, who knew who the next victim was going to be? Whilst as far as you knew, you had no ties to the original Woodsboro murderers or actual reason to be targeted, that didn’t prevent the anxiety that consumed your entire being, feeling like you were edging closer and closer to a break down as said anxiety played ‘keep aways’ with your sleep.

 So yeah, its suffice to say that 8 hours of the barbaric education system was not good for your health, mental or physical.

 Hence, why you were more so dragging your feet than actually walking through the hallways. You didn’t even have the energy to dodge most of the students that were too caught up in their own worlds to pay attention to the fact that other people actually existed and wouldn’t just part like the red sea for them. Instead, you made a mental list of the all the people that slammed into your shoulder, swearing that one day you’d smite them down – the kind of thoughts only a sleep deprived, and still overly caffeinated person would have.

 All you wanted to do was go home, get into the baggiest, most homeless looking outfit you had and watch movies.

 And at some point spam Amber until she ‘caved’ (jumped in her car the first chance she got) and came over to indulge in your lazy evening.

 Which is why, when your eyes finally laned on your girlfriend, you felt some of your tension leave your body, a warmth filling its place.

 She was leaning up against one of the wall lockers, a scowl on her face as she watched Wes and Mindy argue you with one another, rolling her eyes occasionally as if they were something much more important she should be doing than listen to the childish bickering her friends had daily.

 As you shuffled closer to the group, you let a small smile tug at your tired features as Amber’s gaze landed on you, her bored, aggravated expression softening slightly at the edges as her face relaxed, her lips titling up slightly in a smirk instead of an actual smile.

 Amber Freeman may be soft as fuck for you, but she was very much still the dark, brooding Amber everyone else knew. Just with you, she was slightly warmer, less sharp edged.

 Once you had gotten close enough to the group, she wrapped an arm around your shoulder, the other hand simultaneously pulling your bag from you as she flung the backpack across her own shoulder, ignoring the teasing look from Mindy and the eye roll from Wes as he tried to reegange Mindy in their conversation.

 At seeing the way your body seemingly slumped in on itself, every movement taking more energy than it plausibly should, she placed a gentle kiss on your forehead.

 “Is everything okay, my love?” she uttered lowly, looking at you with such an openly worried expression you almost melted on the spot.

 You simply hummed in response as you leant into her body, your face landing in the crook of her neck as your arms encircled her waist, “just tired.”

 “Aww, would you just look at these adorable little love birds we’ve got here?” you heard Mindy tease, no doubt a cocky grin on her face. If you actually cared, you’d pull yourself away from Amber’s grounding embrace to flip her off, but did you care? Honestly, not a single fuck was given.

 You were far too sleepy, and much more comfortable with the warmth Amber exuded to give a fuck about anything, actually.

 One of Ambers arms left you shoulders, probably doing the flipping off for you. “If you don’t shut the fuck up, and fuck off right now, I’m going to kill you,” the sweet voice Amber forced on made the threat seem even more haunting. “Very slowly.”

 You lightly poked at her side, you knew she’d never actually hurt one of her friends, but you’d spoken about the right time and place to threaten people with death. School after an attempted murder was most definitely not one of them.

 “C’mon, Amber, you know I could take your ass,” Mindy quipped, knowing full well that whilst you had wrapped yourself around the taller girl, Amber wouldn’t move a muscle until you let her go.

 “You fucking wish,” you girlfriend practically growled out. “You wouldn’t even last two minutes.”

 “Oh, yeah, wanna bet? Come at me right now then, if you’re so big and bad.”

 Sighing heavily, you placed a soft kiss on Amber’s neck. “I swear to all that is good and holy, if you even think about moving right now, I’m going to be the one killing you, do not test me.”

 Mindy could barely hold back the laugh that overtook her body at the murderous glare Amber shot her way instead of, well, actually shooting her – unbeknownst to Mindy it was a very real, and a rapidly growing, possibility.

 It was honestly comical to see the sarcastic and at times outright scary, Amber Freeman trying to intimidate the other girl, whilst you were clinging to her body like Amber was your saving grace, the only source of warmth in the middle of the Antarctic.

 Yet, as amusing as it was, even Mindy eventually got bored of the banter which eventually simmered to one sided taunts as you silently soothed Amber’s simmering anger. So, being the mature person Mindy believed she was, she wandered away to go see how riled up she could get her twin instead.

 Once you heard Mindy’s steps retreat in the emptying hallway, you pulled away slightly from Ambers body, keeping your arms around her waist.

 “You know, if you keep wishing death on your friends, people might start to think you’re the new Ghostface,” you looked up at her, eyes trailing how her lips drew up in a lazy smile, your eyes eventually locking onto her own, and the all too familiar feeling of falling into the dark orbs encompassed your body.

 “Please. Little old me? I wouldn’t hurt a fly,” her voice was gentle, her gaze soft as she slowly leant down, her lips grazing yours as she whispered the last of her sentence before she finally planted a soft kiss onto your waiting lips.

 it only lasted a few seconds before Amber pulled away, one of her hands running through your hair before landing at your neck. For a few seconds you just stood like that, arms around each other, letting the rare instance of quiet fall over you.

 You knew for sure that if you had walked in on such a seemingly intimate moment between another couple at school, you’d gag and cringe as you poured bleach into your eyes.

 But with Amber it was different, everything was just so overwhelmingly perfect that at times you found yourself wondering when it was all going to go shattering to the ground, leaving you heartbroken. As soon as those thoughts would take hold, Amber would be there. Whispering sweet nothings to you as she held you close.

 Before you fell too deeply into your thoughts, you felt Ambers arms leave your body, her hand clasping onto one of your own as your arms fell to your sides.

 “So, go ahead. Spill, what’s got you so tired today, hm?” she gently ran her thumb up and down your hand as you began walking towards the parking lot, where your friends where waiting before the group eft for the lunch period.

 “After everything that happened with Tara, its been hard to do anything, let alone sleep,” for a second you saw something flash across Amber’s face, but it was gone as quick as it had come, the only sign that anything had changed at all was in the way she pulled you close as she stopped walking.

 Placing a delicate kiss to the back of your hand, Amber tried to keep her voice steady, “as long as you’re with me, I promise you with every ounce of blood in my body that you’ll be safe,” she looked deeply into your eyes, trying to convey that she’d lay her own life down if it meant you could keep yours, “I’ll protect you.”

 Shocked by the sudden deepness to her words, a deepness you didn’t completely grasp, you only blinked up at her.

 After a beat of silence, you smiled up at her. “I know, I know. I trust you,” not liking the heavy silence that weighed on your shoulders, a far cry from the way you could both usually spend hours in a comfortable silence, just enjoying each other’s presence, you smirked up at her, “plus, you know I’d have Ghostface on his ass before the bitch could blink.”

 A mischievous smile crept onto Amber’s face, “oh, really?” she jokingly leant back slight, as if she was assessing how likely that would be – you both knew it was complete bullshit, but hey, you never know right?

 “You best bet, bitch,” you resumed the walk to your friends, tugging your girlfriend behind you as she let out a loud laugh, the sound you rarely ever heard outside of the confines of one of your bedrooms leading you to laugh alongside her as people around you both gave you concerned look as the ever so stoic girl laughed in a way that sounded… free of sadistic intent?

 Yeah, Amber was most definitely a simp.

[ccrisntok]

TW// Blood, Implied Death, Suicidal thoughts/actions, Violence, Homophobia, Mentions of SA (Basically all the stuff that happens it Heathers: The Musical.)

this is really long and you kind of have to know the plot of Heathers to understand it. Major spoilers for DRDT and Heathers btw

Ayoo, I'm here with some doodles and basic story outlines based off of @another-danganronpa-fan's DRDT + Heathers au! I took some like, creative liberties I guess. Didn't really change things at all, but added a lot of things! Sorry if I messed with your au a bit too much haha. (Also this is probably not the only doodles I'll make about this au it has snatched my brain.)

I'll explain some stuff along the way.

Xander as Veronica! (He still has his eye, its just sensitive to light and a different color). I feel like you could switch Xander and Teruko and the au would still work, but as the creator of the au explained, Xander just *barely* makes more sense as Veronica. He's more optimistic than Teruko is, and more willing to trust others. Also, David is a Heather in this au, so it makes sense that Xander would idolize them. Also also, we see canonically that Xander hates murder, but will do it if he really thinks it's necessary. I don't think he would kill people in this au on purpose though, and still feel as bad, if not worse about it than Veronica does.

Teruko as JD: Pretty obvious. Troubled family past, prone to violence if necessary, extremely distrustful of others? i don't really know if her luck would be a factor in this au, but if it was, it would probably explain why her life is so messed up. She'd kill some bitches.

Arturo as Heather Chandler. I feel like he's the only person in the cast who would be a big enough dick to be Heather C, and his obsession with beauty could be a factor of why he treats everyone like minions instead of people. He would probably die the same way, and for the same reasons as Heather C. Poisoned after making Xander and Teruko mad. His red ribbon... tie, thing would be the "red scrunchy" of this au.

David as Heather Duke: Yeah. Like, I feel like he fits her to a tee. After Art dies, he takes place as the leading Heather, and becomes a total asshole (probably similar to his breakdown in cannon). Also, since Arei is Heather Mac, it would make sense for him to try and force her into suicide, since that's what he insists he does in cannon. He may give Xander some hair-clips as a show of friendship.

Arei as Heather Mac: This one seems weird at first, but this Arei is in the middle of her redemption arch (for reasons that will be explained later). She's more snarky than cannon Mac, but also is going through a lot of mental turmoil. I'd say her sisters are still around. and her home life is pretty terrible, so she relishes in the power being a Heather gave her. Until she meets Eden, and realizes how little being powerful in high school matters.

Eden as: Martha! I made quite a few changes to her character, because her being in love with the Ram of this au wouldn't have worked. So I made her in love with Arei. Obviously, in cannon Heathers, Veronica helps forge a love confession to make a fool out of Martha, and I feel like Xander would be pressured to do the same thing. In doing this, he could also end up outing her publicly, admittedly probably not thinking about that as a factor (can you tell this part of the au is where I'm most passionate hflkas).

I feel like Xander wouldn't have bad intentions with outing Eden, but he still does it accidently, probably being like "THERES MORE GIRLS IN THE SEA BESTIE, FIND A BETTER ONE" in a crowed room while wasted.

I also feel like these feelings would be ACTUALLY mutual, unlike Martha's feelings for Ram. I added this in because I just don't think Arei and Arturo would be very close, or "Ram and Kurt", but seeing Eden's recent public humiliation added to her "friends" deaths might push her over the edge. It also would give her a reason to soften up, and fit the Heather Mac role.

Also, hearing about Arei's suicide attempt could also influence to Eden's suicide attempt later, since she doesn't really care about the other people's deaths in this au.

now to my least favorites...

...Ace as Ram, and Levi as Kurt. Hu as Mrs. Fleming makes total sense and I support that wholeheartedly, but Levi and Ace.... are kinda the only ppl who could fit the roles so 💀

I made quite a few changes to these two, the huge, major one being they don't try and SA Xander. There was no way in hell I was making them rapists, in any way shape or form. They're still pieces of shit, just not in that way (fuck Ram and Kurt in actual Heathers frfr I HATE those men oh my god JD was so based.)

Now, Ace and Levi are most definitely still jocks, and bullies. Ace would probably more of a harasser, while Levi is the one beating people up. As mentioned in my little doodle, Ace is only popular bc he "plays sports", rides horses I guess, and is rich, and Levi hangs out with him for only those reasons. Also probably a little gay idk

Instead of trying to SA Xander and lie about him sleeping with them, in this au Ace and Levi lie about Xander beating up Ace for no reason.

Levi is actually the one who beat up Ace, and idk, either Ace lies about it out of spite to Xander, or just doesn't remember and assumes its Xander. I'd say the remaining Heathers, Ace, Levi and Xander get super drunk in the woods or something (idk why Xander would be invited or show up but why not) and Ace said some dumb shit and got beaten up.

This gives both Teruko (for beating their asses before) AND Xander a violent rep, and Xander hates that, so he's pretty pissed. I'd say Xander would challenge them to a real fight, Teruko would bring the fake (very, very real) gun, and hilarity ensues (Ace and Levi get shot.)

Since Xander thought this was a harmless prank, he's pretty traumatized ofc

Then ofc, Teruko and Xander forge a suicide note. It would probably be like "oh yeah we were gay or whatever but levi beat me up so i killed him then myself."

ofc Xander is haunted by the ghosties he murdered <3

uhhh I haven't drawn the saddest parts of the au yet so get ready for a part 2 😈😈😈 which will also prob include better refs.

this was so long omg I'm sorry. this is gonna take tons of tags djssfklafhdls

[rottenpage]

Mention of suicidal thoughts, heavy angst. Unedited and un beta’d. 1k. Milgram. Characters Mahiru and Kotoko.

“Kotoko..” Mahiru smile softly, clasping the other woman’s hands with a care that startles kotoko. “Are you hurt? Your hands look sore.”

Kotoko flinches backwards, although mahiru doesn’t seem to notice. “What..?” Kotoko rasps, pulling her hands away as if she’d been burned. “Why are you asking me this?” She desperately searches mahiru’s expression, trying to find anything but the compassion that sits clearly on the blonde woman’s face. She fails. How can this woman be so altruistic? Kotoko.. she’d hurt her. Almost killed her.

“Ah, sorry!” Mahiru’s face reddens, giggling in a self deprecating manner. “You probably don’t want me touching you.. not after what I’ve done.” Kotoko can only stare silently in shock. After.. what she’d done..? Yes, mahiru had been voted guilty, and yes, kotoko had given her a deserving punishment, but.. Kotoko still doesn’t quite know what it is mahiru was supposed to have done. Perhaps she could use this to interrogate her..

“What you did?” Kotoko returns to her usual harsh expression, burying any sympathy she might have had for the other woman. “What *did* you do? Obviously murder, but i want the specifics. Why were you voted guilty?”

Mahiru finally pulls her hands back from where she’d been fussing over kotoko. She jolts harshly at the mention of murder. At the last word, *guilty*, Mahiru starts to tear up.

“I..” She wipes her eyes, her fingers catching on her bandages, “I loved him. I love him. I.. didnt think..” she takes a great heaving breath, “that he.. would do such a thing.” Mahiru’s eyes widen fractionally, “he, he knows i ove him, right? He has to!” Her breathing has picked up. Kotoko watches the other woman as she begins to break down, forcing herself to feel no sympathy for a murderer.

“I didnt ask if you loved him.” Kotoko’s voice cuts through Mahiru’s hiccuping sobs with an almost clinical precision. “I asked what you did. You killed.. him.” Kotoko carefully rolls the question as she speaks, making sure to mention this mysterious ‘him’, Mahiru’s now deceased boyfriend assumingly.

“I.. I..” Mahiru stutters, gulping harshly. “I’d.. never kill him. But.. i guess i did. I, i didnt want to! My love.. must have been to much for him to bare..” She stares at her hands, slowly bringing them to her lips. Her hands cover her mouth as she pales rapidly.

“Too much for him to bare?” Kotoko interjects, her voice hard and cold. “He didnt want to be with you, so you killed him? How pathetic.” Kotoko can barely get her last word out as mahiru scream sobs.

“NO..! I, i didnt!” Mahiru’s heaving, grasping at her hair as she sways in her wheelchair. “He..! He killed himself..!”

Kotoko stills. This.. was unexpected. Ah, but she couldn’t let the mad woman sway her mind, she must have killed him directly, she must have. Otherwise.. did that mean kotoko was wrong in her judgement? No, kotoko is right. This woman must deserve to die.

“Hah, you expect me to believe that? Theres no way-“ Kotoko gets cut off. Mahiru has thrown herself out of her wheelchair, lunging at kotoko.

“You’re wrong! You’re wrong you’re wrong you’re wrong!” Mahiru clutches at herself from her position on the floor, desperately trying to pull herself together. “I, i woke up, and..” she sobs. “We were meant to do it together..! Why..?” Another harsh sob escapes her, “Why didn’t he wait for me?!”

Kotoko.. doesn’t know how to react. ‘Together’..? Surely she didn’t mean what kotoko thought she was implying, right? If she does.. shit, was it murder? Or was it a desperate woman thinking this is what was required in order to be loved..? She.. didn’t even kill him. Not directly, at least, and she seems genuinely distraught. Maybe it was a coincidence that mahiru was here instead of her deceased boyfriend. Maybe.. maybe one night longer and mahiru wouldn’t have been here either.

Kotoko can’t help but see herself in the woman layed sobbing at her feet. She, too, only does what she thinks, no, knows is right. Was Mahiru acting in a similar way?

Despite how she’s been acting, kotoko isn’t heartless. She slowly kneels next the hysterical woman, carefully placing a hand on her shoulder. She attempts to guide mahiru back into her chair.

“..Stop it. Stop trying to make me pity you.”

Mahiru flinches yet again, but allows herself to be manoeuvred back in her wheelchair. She weakly grabs on to kotoko when she tries to leave her.

“Kotoko..” Mahiru sniffs, trying to pull herself together. “Are you hurt..?”

Kotoko freezes. What? Why was she asking *again*? Why now? What was she planning? Kotoko grits her teeth, but stops as mahiru grabs at her.

“No. I dot need pity from a weakling like you.” Kotoko glares down, attempting to keep her anger in her expression. Mahiru sniffs quietly once more, before shakily letting go of the taller woman’s sleeve.

“Ah.. I see.. You dont need me either.” Mahiru’s gaze is blank, almost unnervingly so. “..are you going to finish the job, then..?” She lifts her head, making weak eye contact with the vigilante. Her eyes are red and puffy from crying, snot and tears crusting on her face. She waits expectantly.

Kotoko doesn’t move.

..what? Was this woman *asking* for kotoko to kill her? The taller woman turns sharply and leaves the room, leaving the door to the cell wide open. She won’t give this *murderer* the gift of mercy. Of killing her quickly. She’ll let the woman sit with her injuries. Let her regret ever *trying* to make Kotoko -sympathise- pity her.

Now alone, Mahiru watches the entryway quietly. She’s exhausted from the conversation, if it can even be called that. What was she supposed to say? Maybe she should have just agreed, to make kotoko feel better, instead of sobbing like a baby. It was her fault anyway. Kotoko was right. It’s Mahiru’s fault he’s dead. She killed him, after all. She deserves whatever punishment is given to her.

[lanterns-and-daydreams]

Grayson Hawthorne

So a lot of people ask me a similar question when i tell them that my favourite The Inheritance Games character is Grayson: They ask me "why?".

Hes relatable. And not in the way that some girl just comes up and takes all my inheritance, no. Despite Nash being the oldest, Grayson is perceived as the brother who acts like an eldest brother or a guardian. You cant tell me hes not constantly worried about Jameson or Xander getting hurt. He cares, but he doesnt know how to show it. Everyone holds too many expectations of him, and he feels like the world is on his shoulders.

As much as i hate Eve, i dont blame him for wanting her to be Avery. It was what he thought was the best way to get away from all his problems. He just doesnt know how to cope. In the end, he cared about Avery, despite all the mistakes he has made. Like i said, he doesnt know how to deal with his own problems, so as a way to apologise to Avery, he went and traded his own life for Alisa's in the whole Vincent Blake thing.

A lot of people misunderstand his character. I mean, just put yourself in his shoes. Imagine, you were raised to inherit billions, and that thought manifested itself so deeply into your head that you think that without this, youre nothing. And then some random girl just comes outta nowhere, and not only does take away what you thought made you you. But also plays a part in resurfacing all your trauma. The trauma part isnt just for Grayson, but for Jameson too. Because just imagine watching someone die in front of your eyes, and then blaming yourself for it.

He wanted Eve to be Avery. Because he just wanted to be loved properly, and didnt know how to ask for it. Emily manipulated both of the boys, and Grayson didnt want Eve to be like that. He mightve suspected her of having ulterior motives, but he was probably in denial.

And i am 100% goddamn sure Gray and Jamie were best friends, despite how much either of them would deny it. Now imagine, the same girl who shattered your entire world (without knowing that) also takes away your best friend (unintentionally but still) and theres nothing you can do about it. Because im sure Jamie didnt spend any time with Gray while playing the "game" with Avery.

Listen, i want you to re-read the books. But re read them while considering what you just read on this post. You dont have to if you dont want to. You dont have to if you think this post is bs. But if you do, consider Gray too. I love Jameson and Xander. And Nash too. But some of yall dont understand Gray at all.

And why i like him so much is because i know what all that feels like (except the murder and inheritance part lol) and Gray's character hit hella deep.

[hostilemuppet]

For censorship purposes I feel like they would mention executions but in a way that won't make it too obvious but won't make it too vague. Though I don't know how'd that work. Maybe they won't censor it at all considering in the third movie the putt-putt trolls were about to execute King Gristle and Queen Lady Glitter Sparkles (I actually forgot her real name).

in tbgo they didnt actually shy away at ALL from showing grusome injuries and deaths as long as it was in scrapbook form, and although i think it got toned down for trollstopia if they return to their roots theres no reason they cant have clay and viva just become super murder happy. they just probably wouldnt be able to SAY the word "execution"

maybe... maybe poppy is lamenting that two of her friends are fighting, and while brainstorming ways to help them make amends, offhandedly mentions that clay and viva have... unconventional methods of dealing with conflict, and it shows scrapbook clay and scrapbook viva guillotining two trolls. the heads roll off, now with Xs for eyes, and rainbow blood spurts from their neck holes like fountains. scrapbook clay and scrapbook viva cheer "yay!!!" and high five, and it cuts back to real poppy, who shudders and says she should ask someone else for help

[lovediives]

i always wanna hear oomfie, lay them on me

HELP MEEE.. THANK YOU OOMFIEEEE!! UHM. WHEN I SAY INSANE. I /GEN MEAN ACTUALLY INSANE. MURDERS AND SHIT LMFAO

before anyone has the chance. NO THEY ARE NOT YANDERES. they will never BE YANDERES. please do NOT call them yanderes. thank you <3 this is just the work on a mentally ill kid who dealt with a lot of violence and coped like this. okay disclaimer out of the way...

okay. so to give the tldr. this is edgy shit i had since like TEN YEARS OLD. will i ever change it!!!!!!! HELL FUCKING NO! i call them my erm, well, number ocs! cause they dont have names. theyre just numbered LOL

this is 1-5 in order. theyre my ltitle silly billy insane girls (SORRY FOR THE OLD ART </3 ILL REDRAW THEM PROPERLY AT ONE POITN IN MY LIFE.........)

theres also men but im ngl. im lazy and dont feel like it.

01, the one with the yellow eyes, is probably the most unhinged. kinda goes on insane killing sprees and then when shes done with them shes like "waahh why did u hit me :( i didnt do anything" (04 plucked her for killing people again or something)

02 acts like shes better so shes always like "g-g-guys! we shouldnt kill people" and then when some man (best boy lawrence) cheats on 01. she like. unironically tortures him for three days straight. funny.

old 02 and lawrence meeting for the first time <3

old relationship chart. basically theyre all kind of obsessed with each other. and they all hate each lawrence for being an outsider of their weird little polycule. lawrence kinda dont gaf because 01 is obsessed with him and theyre in love (sorta) here is some art of these little freaks. 01 x lawrence YOU WILL ALWAYS BE REAL AND CANON (because i said so)

imagine i have more art and stuff of them (i deleted everything one day. dont worry about that) this is just becoming about 01 - 02 - lawrence but honestly. i need to go back to compile everything properly into a google slides or something because the amount of lore and timelines all of them have would be too insane to explain in one ask. check this out too i suppose!

i forgot the most important part <3 01-05 were all experimented on when they were kids and now they cant ever properly die. so their understanding of death is so convoluted and confusing. they all have a hatred for those who were never stuck in the lab and that's why they kill people......!

[singnied]

Mine or His?

Lee Siyeon x F!Reader

Warnings -> Cheating, degrading, extremely quick burn, uhh... horny Siyeon. :)

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Rain. Rain hitting against the soft umbrella is all you could hear as you waited for your boyfriend to pick you up.

You check your watch, he's late again, isnt he. This is the 4th time he's been late to pick you up. His excuse is always that something came up, but you don't really believe him, do you?

There's a female co-worker that he always tells you not to worry about. But, the way she acts around him.. tells you something different. The way she's so touchy with him, holds his hand, gives excuses for him to come hang out with her; to the point where he's started to drop stuff with you just to be with her.

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Sighing deeply as you turned your phone off, you hear a car in the distance. Its a green mustang. You see the car slowing down, but don't expect much. Probably another person getting dropped off at this shitty place. You don't even know why you come here anymore, probably your addiction to drinking gives an explanation- but you refuse to acknowledge it.

Getting out of your thoughts, the mustang pulls infront of you and rolls the window down. You look at the drivers seat to see a tall red haired woman. Your heart skips a beat, she's pretty, isn't she?

"Whats a pretty girl like you doing out here, baby?"

You pause for a moment, your mind forcing you to remember your boyfriend (soon to be ex).

"Uh... waiting for my boyfriend.."

Theres a pause for a second. The silence gets too loud to bear, until she speaks up again.

"I don't think he'll be here anytime soon, how about I get you where you need to be. Get you out of this nasty rain."

You consider for a moment, thinking she could be an axe murderer or some shit. But her gorgeous eyes and flirty smile gets you too much in a daze to refuse.

"Sure... I don't see why not."

You see her press a button on the side of her door, unlocking the car. You slip inside as you close your umbrella and put it against her dashboard. The moment you put on your seatbelt, she pulled into the road.

"So... whats your name..?" You say in a shaky voice, shivering from the cold air you just had to put up with.

"Lee Siyeon, what about you sweetheart?" She replies, her eyes not leaving the road infront of her

Your head falls back against the seat, taking a deep sigh as your legs finally relaxed.

"Y/N." You mumble.

Theres silence, again. This girl isn't that quick with her replies, huh?

"Cute name, uh.. by the way. Where are you off to?"

You sit up quickly, apologizing for not telling her the moment you got in. All she replied with was a giggle.

"U-uh sorry! I got distracted.. I.. I dont know if I want to go home right now. I'd rather not see... whatever he's up to- if he's even there.."

"I assume that "he" is your boyfriend, yeah? Dont worry, I have room for two at my place" Siyeon says with a sly tone.

You give a quick "thank you", checking your boyfriend's location to find out its turned off. You decide to just stop thinking about him and focus on the pretty girl next to you, driving you to her place to spend the night. I mean.. it's not like this is cheating, it's just.. girls helping other girls right?

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A little later, after chatting and chatting. You get to her apartment. She gets out first and runs over to help you out, her hands are soft. She has a firm grip, but it's soft. You look up at her, eyes making contact, you pause.

"Hmn? Getting distracted?" Siyeon giggles at your embarrasment.

"A-ah- sorry..." You dismiss your little moment as you both run off into the building; forgetting your stuff in her car. She holds your hand while you both speed-walk into the elevator.

"So... tell me about this boy of yours."

You think for a moment, your heart switching from love to disgust.

"He-... I think he's cheating on me, I dont wanna talk about it though."

You hear a sigh emit from Siyeon's mouth.

"I see, don't worry about him. I'll make you forget that dude real quickly."

What was that supposed to mean? Whatever, doesn't matter, anything to get him off your mind.

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Walking into her apartment, you realize you left your stuff in her car- whatever, you're too tired anyways... you'll just get it in the morning. You shuffle over to her couch, slumping down on the soft fabric. You pratically melted into it, your body merging and twisting to get comfortable.

"Someone's burnt out. Heh, I don't blame you." She spits.

All you could reply with was a groan, you didn't have the energy to do anything but lay there. Ignoring the noises of Siyeon putting her keys away and walking off into her room.

A few minutes pass, you almost fell asleep- actually. Until you hear movement behind you. You weakly turn your head to see Siyeon with a hoodie and a pair of shorts in her arms.

"You're a smaller size than me but, I dont want you to be uncomfortable while you sleep. The shorts have a string to tie up if it gets too loose." Her hands move forward, holding the clothes out for you.

"O-oh, thank you.." You sit up and grab the clothes from her.

"Bathroom is around the corner in my room, I'll be waiting." Siyeon winks at you and before you could ask what she meant, she walks off into the kitchen, not giving you time to respond.

You sit there hotwiring and red as fuck, this lady really needs to stop being so smooth with you. The touch deprivation you felt because of that dumb boyfriend, really affects you, doesn't it?

You finally get out of your train of thought and quickly waddle away into the bathroom to get dressed.

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You walk out the bathroom, all dressed up in Siyeon's clothes. The shorts rested on your waist, faintly showing your underband. Your eyes scan the room and land on the girl on the bed.

"Hey, (Y/N), come here." Siyeon motions for you from her bed.

You trot over and crawl up besides her, layinh your phone on the nightstand and sinking into the sheets.

"You want the left, right, or bottom side?" She asks, referring to the side of the bed you want.

"...Bottom?" You tilt your head, confused.

You look at Siyeon, her eyes staring right back. Until, in the blink of an eye, you end up underneath her. Arms pinned, face equal to eachother, and legs trapped on the outer part of her's.

"S-Siyeon?.." you stutter out.

"Mhn? What? You don't want this?"

You want to respond, but, her eyes stare into you like bullet. You can feel the butterflies in your stomach forming and fluttering around. Your head turns in the opposite direction, backing down.

"Yeah, that's what I thought." Siyeon smiles and immediately dives into your neck.

She leaves hickies and kisses all along you. Forcing and dragging out whines and whimpers from you.

"Fuck..." you whine out. Your wrists pushing up against her strong grip.

"Stay still for me, be a good girl." Siyeon slowly moves down, her hands leaving your wrists and tracing her nails along your exposed stomach.

You look down at her, arms landing besides you as you push yourself up to get a better look at her. She sinks lower and traces her tongue against your inner thigh. Again, leaving her kisses on you. You sigh deeply, seeing such a pretty woman teasing you is enough to make you cum on the spot.

A sudden though runs through your mind, what about your boyfriend?

You open your mouth to talk, but a sudden moan emits from your throat as you feel teeth sink into your thigh.

"W-wait..- what about m-my- b-bo-" She cuts you off, her finger resting against your lips.

"Ah-ah. I don't wanna hear about him, this is about me and you. Not him, be a good girl and shut that pretty mouth of yours, all I wanna hear from it is my name, understand?"

You nodded, the dominance she showed towards you shut you up immediately. Apparently, you annoyed her because the moment you stopped talking, you felt your (her) shorts and panties get tugged off of you, forcing a whimper out.

You barely had time to recover until you felt her fingers press against you, forcing two of them into your hole. You let out a sharp cry, the sudden intrusion making your eyes widen and throat burn. Giving you no time to process, Siyeon forcefully and roughly scissoring into you at a constant pace.

"Stop whining so much, you know you can take it..."

You couldnt even respond to her, too overwhelmed by the pleasure you felt. Your hips jerked down into the sheets, causing your back to arch.

"Oh? You're a sensitive one." Siyeon smirks, her head leaned against your thigh, holding it in place with her free hand. All she did was keep a pace pressing against your sensitive area's, while keeping the cockiest expression printed on her beautiful face. Her heavenly brown eyes stayed glued to your wet cunt giving out the most unholy sounds you've heard. Nobody else could make you this wet, and you know it.

You just met this girl, how could you already be such a dumb mindless girl for her, useless thing.

It was only a matter of time before you felt yourself coming to the edge. You desperately reached your hands down to tap on Siyeon's wrist, trying to signal to her the best you could that you were close; you couldn't talk anyways.

"Oh... someones close isn't she? Cmon, cum for me, pretty girl." Siyeon increased her pace, now using her thumb to stimulate your clit as her fingers pounded you into a new reality.

"F-fu-..- S-siy-eon..~!" You came on sync with her name, whimpering and spewing out the most devilish noises, you didn't even know you could make them.

Siyeon's body moved up to become equal with yours, her fingers slowing down and getting to a point of stopping.

You felt her slowly pull her fingers out, making you twitch. A few seconds passed by under you felt a strong grip on your chin. Siyeon pulled your head in her direction, giving her acces to leave a big lipstick mark on your cheek.

You weakly turned your head to look at her, still panting heavily from your orgasm.

"You look irresistable."

Siyeon licks her fingers, your juices leaving a sweet taste on her tongue. She pulls her fingers out of her mouth and flops ontop of you, wrapping her arms around you and pulling you close to her.

Fuck your boyfriend, he wouldn't treat you like this anyways.

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... erm hi so like ive never written shit like this b4 so if theres mistakes then tell me cause... yeah! Hopefully this isnt too bad, and atleast someone likes it. ;) <3

Also its pretty rushed bc of exams n shit. I'll probably have more detailed stuff after exams lmao.

(this is barely proof-read btw..)

[phantomcellar]

My Murder Drones Episode 4 Predictions

Ok so I wanna share my theories on how the episode will go before it releases. Theres like roughly 2 Plot Ideas that I have, although parts of them could be combined or interchanged:

Plot Idea A (aka. the monster in the woods feat. AS!V & Angst):

Uzi and her class go outside camping, Uzi is probably forced to go by Khan, or perhaps she has a secondary motive to going (like looking for doll) N and V come too. Uzi starts feeling more and more warm and hungry throughout the episode and start having light hallucinations, hearing sounds and maybe even starting to see things. It also doesnt help that V is trying to push her away from N, since she is noticing whats happening (could be the source for the "its better to stay distant though, dont you think?" line in the trailer).

She then becomes so hot that she goes into the lake to cool down, it doesnt work and she sees herself with the X eyes in the reflection of the lake (the solver trolling once again), she then freaks out and runs into the cabin while the hallucinations get worse (maybe even starts hearing/seeing nori), the heat is just unbearable and she begins to feel weird.

In the cabin she begins transforming and starts going into feral mode, letting out an earpiercing scream. The campers hear this and send someone to check (poor drone), who then becomes solver Uzis first Victim (With V, who secretly followed her, watching everything, confirming her fears). After the drone they sent out to check doesnt come back N goes to check as he is worried about Uzi, who ran off a while ago (doesnt help that there are mysterious red lights coming from a random cabin). On the way to the cabin N runs into V, who starts making excuses on why he doesnt have to go into the cabin. That and V lying about being low on oil makes N finally snap at V and confronts her about hiding something. (possibly the source for the “I don’t know what you’re talking about because you wont tell me, what are you so afraid of?!” line from the season 1 trailer). This leads to V knocking N out (maybe not through decapitation this time lol) and going in to either save Uzi or to put her out of her misery. A fight obviously insues, with both comatants withing not just against eachother but also time (V with her oil being low and Uzi with sanity).

N, after coming to himself again, sees the fight happen and intervenes, causing feral Uzi to get away. After this she once again confronts V, especially after he sees that she can use the solver similarly to Uzi and Doll. (Ill explain this AS!V theory at the bottom of the post). V, being really low on oil just straight up collapses and N, panicing, goes to get food for herm aswell as looking for Uzi. While looking, N gets captured by Tessa and J, who were led here by the sound of fighting. So then V is left alone unconsious in the forest.

Plot Idea B (aka. The secret Forest lab, this one is a bit less complete):

So in this version Uzi, N and maybe V go to the forest in order to find a secret Human lab that is supposedly there. They could find out about this either from Noris ramblings (if Khan is willing to give it to Uzi, or Uzi steals them), or perhaps they find something in Dolls room. Ofc Uzi is still experiencing the solvers effects its just slower here, with her getting a taste for oil and such. So the gang explores the lab. Entering through either the cabin from the teaser or that dock area from the thumbnail of the teaser video.

The gang explores the lab, while exploring Uzi's Solver begins to act up (wouldnt help if there were perhaps corpses down there). Now this could lead to them finding out something shocking), probably related to the solver (and maybe nori aswell), although Im not sure what they could find. Uzi could also still go feral mode, forcing N and V to stop her from eating the campers, or maybe she just start transforming but stays sane and N and V could teach her about being a Dissasembly drone.

Again this Plot is a bit underbaked imo, but I think it still should be said, it could maybe even be combined with Plot A (probably gonna be the case in the episode).

AS!V abridged version (Theory by @leafyunderscore​ ):

So this theory states that V has control of the solver similiarly to Uzi and Doll. So in ep3 we briefly see V with the solver Symbol on her eye. Now what is strange about this is that, although the Dissasembly Drones have the solver, they seemingly can only use its healing powers (N growing his head back and Eldritch J) and the Symbol never appears in their eye. So it could be possible that V has access to the full solver and not just the healing powers (could be the reason she knows so much mystery stuff).

Heres the post by leafy, may be a bit old tho.

So yeah thanks for sticking around. Im excited to hear any feedback or other theories.

[lexisism-archived]

I was thinking back on my other post

it was meant to be a stupid thought; "hmm.. what if they didn't win her first banner for a reason 🤔"

then in peak neurodivergency my brain continues to pedal up thoughts

and so, what if, on the banner they finally get Oliver

they actually get her..

she's laying there. on the floor. and on their computer screen, her character isn't in her banner anymore..???

now, she's a dangerous person. child of fallen khaenrian goddesses, and she kills for a living

so she freaks more than them when she's up, and demands answers.

ohhhh boy,,

OH. MY. GOD

— kaeya and ajax who screams so loudly, whether out of excitement or fear is debatable.

— kaeya is definitely the one to provide you answers because ajax is too busy freaking out. (this definitely makes him more unfavourable in oli’s eyes)

— ajax definitely buys you everything you need to live comfortably! which.. by extension means your living with him… that idea upsets you but you have to do what you can to get back home.

— kaeya informs you on their worlds basics and mannerisms! he’s much more tolerable then ajax, by far.

— the first time they take you out both nearly collapse to the floor simping because your so cute about everything. Looking at Kaeya asking him about different things and what they are.

— when they take you out for dinner for the first time, and theres a bunch of new food for you to try, ajax nearly buys out the entire damn restaurant. he LOVES seeing you trying new things, his things! OLIVER!! TRYING HIS FAVORITE THINGS!! he’s so downbad…

— cuddle sessions are oddly melancholic because ajax and kaeya dont feel like its real. You’re actually there.. with them… their comfort actually being there for them.. oh they must be the luckiest boys in the world… but they are afraid, afraid they’ll wake up and you’ll be gone.

— they fought for their LIVES trying to assure oliver the reason they know her isnt because they’re out to kill her!! KAEYA CAN BARELY FIGHT,,,

— at one point, oliver went from the guest to apart of the home. Taking charge in making meals, and Ajax even gave her her own room in the house :( (kaeya is so jealous he wants to move in too!)

— oliver probably tried to have this one on two heart to heart about her being a murderer and both just nod and be like “i know.”

— olivers relationship grows from viewing them as disposable and just an out for an unfamiliar dangerous situation, into love

— oliver fell in love with kaeya first, or at least acknowledged her love for him first. Denial ran like a river for ajax, and it wasn’t until Ajax confessed to how much comfort he feels with her that she responded in like

[artficlly]

face the music (chapter one)

Music College Marvel AU

!frat!musician!bucky x !frat!musician!steve x !musician!femreader

You are a scholarship student at Stark's College of Music. After accidentally showing up the college's elite group with your singing at the Annual Showing. They aren't happy with you, nor are you with all the extra unwanted attention. But you can't help but notice that two of the school elites - Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers - have taken a particular interest in you.

This fic includes a lot of heavy past abuse and the healing journey from that, theres a lot of feminine rage sprinkled in between but please read at your own risk!

Warnings: angst, violence, choking, alcohol, swearing, john walker (lol), vague mentions of homophobia, sexism, mentions of sex

Word Count: 3k

A/N: might change the name of this but this fic has been sitting in my little brain for so long. hope u enjoy, let me know your thoughts!! <3 not proof read btw

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You couldn’t help but wonder if attending this party was a mistake. 

You were surprised that you had even been invited to the party, alongside the rest of your group. Word on the street was that Group A - the elite of the Stark’s College of Music - were absolutely pissed with Group B for the stunt you had all pulled at the Annual Showing. But what worried you more was the fact that most of that anger had been directed at you. 

You were a scholarship student, a pianist and singer. You kept relatively to yourself the last year, never really interacting outside your social circle, so when Sharon, the usual lead singer, had fallen ill on the night of the Annual Showing… it had fallen to you. Group A had catered their entire musical set to beat Sharon - who they had known would be Group B’s lead singer. They knew which notes she couldn’t hit, how to beat her with minimal effort. When you had taken the stage and absolutely crushed any hope with a killer cover of ‘Bohemian Rhapsody’? Group A hadn’t stood a chance. Natasha Romanoff, who was Group A’s lead singer, hadn't stopped giving you death glares all week. Group B had won the night, the audience's hearts and a huge target on their backs. 

The bass of the speaker shook the walls as you searched through the bottles of spirits displayed on the kitchen island. You had to give it to Bucky, Steve, Sam and Clint - they knew how to throw a party. Frat parties weren’t usually your thing - being more of a stoner than a drinker - but you and your group couldn’t help but tempt fate by attending. You had to admit you were nervous, waiting for Natasha to jump out at you and attack you for showing her up. Your eyes flickered up the the rest of your group as you poured yourself a drink into the cleanest looking red solo cup you could find. 

Sharon and Loki seemed to be deep in some discussion you didn’t have enough energy to interpret. Probably about Die Hard, they had been arguing about that all afternoon until MJ practically begged them to shut up. Loki had been your roommate, along with his brother Thor and his girlfriend Jane for some time now. Peter, the youngest of the group, was caught up staring dreamily at MJ (who hadn't looked in his direction in over ten minutes, instead observantly watching a game of beer pong between Yelena and her girlfriend Kate.) Peter had been in love with her for as long as you knew him, and it was kind of tortuous watching the two of them dance around each other. Yelena and Kate, on the other hand, were practically shoving their tongues down each other's throats at any given opportunity. You could only wonder if the only reason Natasha hadn’t murdered everyone was because of her soft spot for Yelena. They had gone to high school together, basically joined at the hip until Kate came into the picture. They always referred to each other as sisters.

Raising the cup to your mouth for a sip, you held back a wince. Definitely too strong for how sober you were. Looking across the room, you observed the chaos. Sam and Clint were in the corner trying to maneuver a couch around the corner to make room for another beer pong table. Natasha and Wanda hadn’t arrived yet - apparently too busy gossiping back at their apartment.  You eyes looked over Bucky for a moment, he was across the room, leaning on a table next to Steve. The two of them seemed deep into a quiet conversation. Bucky’s arms were crossed over his chest, light bouncing off the metal side. You didn’t know how he had lost it - there were lots of stories floating around. Car crash, bitten off by a bear, the more you listened the more ridiculous they got. Bucky and Steve were both enigmas to the public - but the fangirls who tuned into the College’s livestreams loved them. You didn’t know how to perceive them, having only exchanged brief looks or words. You knew they came from money - most of the Group A did other than Scott. Scott was a scholarship like yourself, you had talked a fair bit and smoked together a lot more. He was probably upstairs at that exact moment smoking. You quickly diverted your eyes from Bucky and Steve’s direction, as the two of them glanced over at you with an unimpressed look. You quickly rushed to Loki’s side, tonight was not a good night to push it. 

“Y/N, please talk some sense into Sharon!” Loki near-shouted at you as you arrived. With a groan you look over to Sharon, who just gave you an exasperated look. You swore Sharon and Loki needed to get restraining orders against each other, from the amount of time they spent arguing about menial shit.

“If you guys are talking about Die Hard again-” You start only for the two of them to practically implode in front of you. You gulp, what a mistake mentioning that.

“It’s a Christmas movie!” Sharon practically screamed, you winced, hiding behind your cup. Yup. Definitely a mistake.

“No it’s not-” Loki started, before you elbowed him in the side with an exaggerated groan.

“Oh my god!” You shout with a strained laugh, Sharon just threw her hands up in the air with a look of ‘I give up’. You would need to thank her one day for all the times she had conveniently dropped a discussion with Loki for the sanity of others. Sharon walked off to go bug Peter who was still drooling at the sight of MJ. Your eyes fell back to where Bucky and Steve had been, the two of them still watching you intently. They would only be more intimidating if Natasha was at their side. You shiver and shift closer to Loki who wrapped his arm around your shoulders with a chuckle, having observed where your gaze lay.

“I swear they are planning revenge, or something. Why else would they invite us?” You whisper from behind your cup, tapping your foot to the beat of the song that was blaring over the speaker nearby.

“I don’t know, but I sure do love rubbing it in their faces,” Loki replied with a chuckle, squeezing your shoulder. You just roll your eyes in response, downing the last of your drink with a wince. You would need a lot of alcohol in your system to survive tonight, fuck this party was defeintly a mistake. Maybe you could sneak upstairs and find Scott? He would definitely provide a drama-free night. 

 As if on cue, Natasha and Wanda entered the room, Natasha catching your eye as she gave you the filthiest look you could imagine. Going upstairs would be a death-wish now, Natasha would most certainly take it as a sign to come have some ‘words’ with you. With a small squeak, you wriggle out of Loki’s grip and return to the kitchen to put the kitchen island between you and her. You had heard about how Natasha had knocked out some girls' teeth for being homophobic towards Yelena and Kate. You intended to keep all your teeth tonight. And your dignity. Getting blackout drunk seemed like the best solution now. 

Busying yourself with making another drink, you feel a hand wrap around your waist. You roll your eyes, expecting it to be Loki. He had a tendency to be cuddly while tipsy, but also aware enough to pick up on other distress. And you were definitely in distress at the knowledge that Natasha was currently looking you up and down like her next fucking meal. You clench your jaw, not losing teeth tonight. Nope. Turning to face Loki with a smile, you are stunned into silence. Your smile falls from your face as a very drunk looking John Walker pins you against the kitchen island. 

“There you are, you fuckin’ bitch,” John slurs, laughing down at you. You can smell whiskey and tobacco on his breath as you try to squeeze out of his grip. John Walker was an open book, rich boy who paid his way into Group A with the hope of fame and little effort. From the look and conversations you had witnessed him in, it seemed not even the rest of his group liked him. Of course, it had to be you that he wanted to pick a fight with tonight.

“Let me go!” You say, placing your palms on his chest and pushing. He doesn’t budge, instead laughing at your feeble attempts. Even if he was a total burnout, running on Daddy’s money, he worked out. You supposed he would have to, from the amount of fist fights he got into. You had heard all the horror stories from Yelena and Kate. It was almost guaranteed that on a night out with John he would get into some kind of altercation. 

“Chill, chill, I just want to ask you a couple questions,” John says. You look around helplessly, trying to catch Loki’s eye but he’s too caught up arguing with Sharon again. Across the room, Bucky and Steve frown at you but make no movements. Bastards. You knew they were mad at you, but were they really going to put you at the mercy of John fucking Walker? 

“What questions?” You squeak out, leaning back hard against the island as John leans closer into your face. You contemplate your options, as you struggle in his grip. Maybe you could knee him in the balls? Or try to climb onto the island over to the other side?

“Whose dick did you suck?” He asks with a drunken smirk. You’re stunned into silence for a moment, what the fuck?

“What?” You sputter, pushing harder against his chest. The island cutting into your back is surely going to leave a bruise if he keeps this up. If you can just get a little room between the two of you, maybe you could wriggle your way out. You cast a sidelong glance at an empty bottle of beer beside you. Or stab him. Murder could also be a viable option at this point. If Natasha was going to knock out your teeth, John would knock off your fucking head.

“Oh… come on… You scholarship bitches, you really think we don’t know? Half of you don’t have an ounce of talent, just a bunch of whores who fuck their way in. Now come on… who did you fuck to get in?” John slurs with a chuckle. You gave him a confused look, did he really… think that? Was that what those elite bastards had been spouting about you to make themselves feel better, when a few of them had their parents buy them a spot in? 

“I didn’t fuck anyone!” You shout, though it’s lost in the loud music and party chatter. No one seems to notice your distress, or if they do they are ignoring it. You are pushing against his chest, trying to gain some leverage as he gets closer and closer to you, your chest practically flush against each other as you leans your head back as far as possible

“Don’t… don’t lie.” John chuckles, “You must’ve, you must’ve fucked someone to win the Annual Showing. Group A hasn’t lost that since the 90’s, come on, I won’t judge you, you fuckin’ whore.”

You open your mouth to reply, but John lifts one of the hands trapping you against the island, and wraps it around your throat. You try to fight back, squirming but his body is pressed so tightly against yours that you can’t budge. He pulls your face close to his, leaning in, his hot breath making you close your eyes with a wince.

“You know, Nat has been bitchin’ about killin’ you all week. Maybe I’ll do it for her, y’know, as a favor,” he chuckles. Your eyes fly open as you struggle in his grip harder, trying to leverage yourself to kick him between the legs. John only squeezes harder as you make desperate choking noises. You knew that John was to be avoided when drunk, you knew that his father helped cover up all the stupid drunk violence he got into… but this? He was insane, he had to be. Right now, losing your teeth to Natasha’s first sounded much more appealing and less deadly. A roaring sound fills your ears as you try to push John away, blind panic taking over, trying to gasp for air as John laughs at your struggle.

From the corner of your eye, you see some figures rushing over. You can only pray it’s someone who doesn’t want you dead at that very moment, you could definitely imagine Natasha sitting back and enjoying your struggle. Your throat and chest are burning, vision graying as you struggle harder, nails digging into the fabric of John’s shirt. He’s going to kill you, all you can feel is panic and terror as you fight back harder, a strained scream rising in your chest. John suddenly releases the grip on your throat as a fist makes contact with his jaw. You feel yourself falling as you gasp desperately for air through blurred vision. Are you crying? You can’t even tell, you’re too busy gulping down air as your throat and chest burns. Someone's arms wrap around your waist, pulling you up from the sticky kitchen floor and steadying you. You can’t tell if you’re coughing or sobbing as you lean into the touch, trying to gain your senses.

The fist which pried John away from you belonged to Loki, who for his skinny stature, was holding a good fight against John a few feet away. John, cradling a broken nose, laughing maniacally as a crowd gathers, phones pulled out and recording. John swings blindly in a drunken rage, his fist connecting with air as Loki dodges to the side. You make out a panicked sound, if John meant to harm you he’s going to fucking kill Loki if he gets the chance. 

“Come on Laufeyson!” John’s voice booms through the kitchen, louder than the music still shaking the walls. You can only watch in horror as John charges forward, slamming Loki against the fridge before tackling him to the floor. 

Squirming against the arms wrapped around your waist, you try to break free. You need to help Loki. You can hear what sounds like Sharon screaming as she tries to push through the crowd. Yelena and Kate seem to be shouting over the crowd for help, to an unimpressed Natasha. Loki is on his back on the floor, John landing punch after punch into his face. There is so much blood - and you swear you can hear the crunch of bone even over the music and screaming. 

“Loki,” you rasp, your voice still recovering from being choked. Fighting harder against the grip, it only tightens, pulling you away from the kitchen. “Stop! He’s gonna kill him!” You protest. 

Suddenly you are spun around, pinned against a wall a few feet away from the kitchen and the gathering crowd. You look up at your captor, and are surprised at the sight that meets you. Bucky Barnes eyes you with worry, his hands gently holding your shoulders against the wall. Had he been the one who had rushed over while you were close to choking to death? Your mind is swimming, the screaming and shouting to your side making you wince. You are still waiting for him to speak, to explain himself. How had you not noticed before? How had you not realized one of the arms wrapped around you was metal? Bucky wets his bottom lip before speaking up. 

“You go running in there, you’re gonna get yourself hurt, or worse,” He rasps, eyes momentarily shifting to the crowd of shouting and screaming people, meeting Steve who watches the two of you with an annoyed expression. Was he annoyed at you for this? Surely he couldn't blame you for John’s insanity? Your eyes snap back to Bucky, who unlike Steve, seemed to be wearing a concerned expression. Was he concerned for you, or was the lack of oxygen making you weak in the knees?

“He’s gonna kill him,” You repeat, common sense finally coming back to you. Behind Bucky you can see Wanda, Sam and Natasha eyeing the interaction, not lifting a finger to help Loki. Trying to push Bucky away, he just shakes his head at you. “Fuck. You do something then!” 

Bucky laughs lowly at that, eyes sweeping over your face, before resting on your neck where a red mark is starting to develop. What was he looking for? Whatever it was, you weren’t sure. With a sigh, he pulls away, running a hand through his hair, a conflicted look on his face. 

“Fine. I’ll help Laufeyson.” He says, motioning Steve over who just frowns in response. You had heard from Thor and Jane that Loki had history with Bucky and Steve. They had never elaborated on what and you had never asked. Now you couldn’t help but wonder if it was a strong enough grudge that they would sit by while Loki was beaten.

“Thank you,” You gasp, a hand going to rub your neck. 

“No…” Bucky drawls, looking between you and the fight. “I’m not doing this for Laufeyson. I’m doing this for you, siren.”

You blink in confusion, unsure if you heard him correctly. He seems to chuckle a bit at your confusion, tongue going to wet his bottom lip again. You gulp silently, silently thanking yourself for leaning against the wall so you have some kind of support. Bucky leans in, muttering into your ear. 

“Stay here.”

You try to keep your breathing steady, part of you swears he could hear your thundering heart if he leans in any closer. Before you can reply Bucky has already stalked off to split up the fight.

Chapter Two

[yanderespamton78]

OC :D !!

CW : mild body horror (mushrooms growing through skin, not gorey and not the focus of the image but kinda eugh)

WOW!! AN OC!!! WOH

(ugh the colours look so much brighter on my drawing tablet like theyre meant to be desaturated but she is practically black and white uuughghghhh :(((( sidenote the pupils were an afterthought because you couldnt tell she was looking down at the snail)

okokok now im gonna ramble about this oc

Willow

She/Her

Aroace

i actually made her right when i first got into art and she was very dear to me for a while, but i kinda forgot about her and i havent drawn her in over a year. i have some older drawings of her at the end of the post (not letting you skip my ramblings).

So Willow lives in the forest by herself, and has done for as long as she remembers (dont ask how she got there (i havent thought of that yet)) which also means she has never had any need for communication so is completely mute. And im not sure what exactly Willow is?? but she is immortal. BUT!! you see those mushrooms growing through her skin on her cheek, neck, eye and hand? they are the only thing that limits her lifetime. she has this disease thingy that causes mushrooms to grow in her body and occasionally through her skin. She lives until the disease kills her, which takes a few hundred years. i actually made a diagram of all the places where the mushrooms grow a bit ago (down below with the old art). the mushrooms on her neck nearly killed her, the mushroom in her left eye means shes blind, and the one on her finger can make it harder to grip and use her hand in general. she has an animal companion, though this companion has changed throughout the years. it started off being a frog, then it became a swarm of butterflies, now its a snail? its probably going to stay a snail tho. I honestly cant remember why she is in the forest alone, i feel like she did have some reason but i forgot it. Prolly something basic like keeping the animals happy by feeding them mushrooms or smth idk. also she moves kinda weird?? i cant describe exactly what im thinking but almost kinda jerky and doll like. like Cyn from murder drones kinda. the same weird loose doll feel.

old drawings VVV (from 2022-ish oh god theyre so bad)

the one on the left is the first ever drawing of her (it was just a sketch to practise and art style and then uh. smth happened)

the one on the left is the first proper design i had of her and the one on the right is the aforementioned frog companion (he was called wizzy)

that image ^^^ was drawn in 2023. i was trying to get back into art and i wanted to make willow again because i thought she was cool. theres some writing that you cant read but its not too important. mostly diagrams

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Warnings; Unsub!reader, flashbacks of sub!spence, mean Spencer, fem!dom!reader, hand job, pet names (good boy, baby, etc.), riding, hair pulling, cum play, mommy kink and I think that’s it actually lol

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"You have every one else fooled with your 'good girl' act but I know what you are, y/n" Spencer says sitting infront of you and leaning forward, hes trying to intimate you but you only smirk.

"Oh really? What am I spencer?" You say seductively leaning over the table so your face is closer to his.

"You're a murder." He says sternly and you laugh, "you have no proof of that pretty boy" you say and he tenses for a moment at the nickname but immediately goes back to his stern 'bad cop' persona.

"Don't worry sweetheart I will," he says leaning closer to you so his breath gosts over your ear, "and when I do you're gonna go to jail for a long time, because that's what I do I put psychotic bitches like you in prison" he says and you smile.

"You're a bad boy now? You were so sweet when we were in school I never knew you could be so…mean. it turns me on Reid, why don’t you choke me try something new? I know you’re the one getting choked most of the time." You say and he rolls his eyes leaning away from you, "I slept with you once y/n don’t act like you know everything about my sex life" he says and you smile, "you didn't 'sleep with me', i popped your cherry Spence, you'll never forget me I introduced you to my world baby there’s no turning back" you say with a shit eating grin on your face.

He gets up and walks out of the Interrogation room, leaving you all alone with your thoughts.

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"You slept with her!" JJ says as soon as I walk out of the room. "She took your virginity?" Morgan asks not even five seconds after her.

"Yes, and yes" I say and hotch shoots me a disapproving glance.

"I was 15, I didn't know she was a phycho crazy bitch" I say putting my hands up in defense.

"Was it- nevermind" Derek says and I roll my eyes, I know exactly what he was going to say.

“Yes it was good Derek, Very good actually, it’s a shame she’s fucking crazy if she wasn’t then it wouldn’t have only been once trust me” I say staring through the double mirror behind the interrogation room.

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“Y/n?, do you uh wanna come over and watch a movie?” I ask my voice shakey, shes so beautiful I don’t know why I think for a second she’s say yes, I’m just a nerdy, scrawny 15 year old and she’s a beautiful, smart, popular, amazing girl.

“Of course Spence what time?” She says and I panic, I didn’t think she would ever say yes “u-uhm I don’t care whenever is alright with me I’ll just send you the address and you can text me when you’re on your way?” I stutter and she giggles, “sounds perfect Spence, see you then” she says winking at me then walking away.

I rush home and spend the next few hours anxiously running around the house and trying to look perfect, I ordered Chinese food and theres the titanic on tv im lighting candles when my phone buzzes, y/n’s name lights up the phone and I pick it up.

“Hey Spence I’m coming up right now see you soon pretty boy” oh shit. Shit. Shit. Do I look ok? I didn’t brush my teeth yet oh my god I’m not ready. My mind is racing as I hear a knock on the door, I wipe my sweaty palms on my pants, take a deep breath and open the door too see y/n in a crop top and mini skirt with a sucker in her mouth.

“hi love, you gonna let me in, Or are you gonna stare all day?” She says and I shake my head, “sorry” I mumble moving aside so she can walk through the door.

“It’s so cozy in here I like it” she says spinning around to face my her skirt lifting up and slightly showing her ass, Jesus I need to sit down.

“You wanna watch a movie? The food will be here soon, I ordered Chinese is that ok?” I ask and she nods and plops herself on the couch.

Where about 15 minutes into the movie when there’s a knock on the door, “ that’s probably the food hold on” I say smiling at her and getting up, a few moments later im back on the couch and there’s takeout trays on the table.

When y/n finishes her food she lays on the couch and puts her head in my lap, her mouth is so close to my dick, no Spencer stop.

“You’re hard baby” she says looking up at me, shit.

“Im so sorry I-I didn’t— im sorry” I stutter, I feel my face heat up and I turn my head away from her, she sits up and grabs my chin as she moves to sit on my lap, my breathing picks up slightly and my whole body feels warm as she touches my face.

“Do you want me?” She says quietly and I nod.

“Please I wan- I need you please” I whine, a pitiful noise but I don’t care.

“Good boy” she says her Voice low, I whimper as she grinds down onto my hard cock.

“I- fuck I’ve never done anything with anyone” i whine and she nods, “I know baby, do you want this? We don’t have to do anything you don’t wan-” “no no please please please I want it I want you so bad please do anything you want to me I don’t care, use me please” I say cutting her off. “Ok baby”

She pulls the hem of my shirt signaling me to take it off and I do, she smirks and slides off of my lap onto the floor “how big are you Spence” she asks and I blush, “I don’t know” I lie and she shoots me a disproving glance, “you’re a 15 year old boy Spencer, you’ve measured. now, I’m gonna ask again, how big are you?” I groan at the way she’s talking down to me. “8 and a half” I whine.

She tugs my pants down as soon as the words leave my mouth, “holy shit” she mumbles as the leans down to lick the tip, I let out a high pitched moan and buck my hips.

“Please please f-feels fuck feels so good” I moan, she smirks and takes me all the way, I feel my tip hit the back of her throat and she gags but doesn’t get off “I’m not gonna last” I whine as she bobs her head, she pulls off with a pop “wait until I say you can cum” she says and I groan “please I can’t wait it feels to good, mommy please” I moan, mommy slipping out without me realizing, she stops moving and pulls off of me again, “mommy huh?” She says and I blush “s-sorry” I mumble and she smiles at me, “no baby it’s ok I like it” she says taking me back into her mouth.

“I’m gonna cum please mommy let me cum I need it” I moan loudly and she quickens her pace, she bobs her head a few more times and I cum in the back of her throat

“I’m sorry I couldn’t hold it in” I mumble as she gets off of my dick with another pop.

“I wanna ride you” she says and I nod. “I- yes ma’am” I mumble as she takes her panties and shirt off, standing in front of me in only a mini skirt and a lace bra.

“Do you want me to ride you baby?” She asks as she climbs on my lap, she feels my hard dick pressing into her thigh, “well I already got an answer from downstairs” she teases, leaning down to kiss my neck, “answer my question” she says tugging at my hair. “Yes please, I want you to ride me mommy” I whine.

“Such a good boy” she moans seductively in my ear. “Got a condom?” She asks and I shake my head no, she reaches her hand into her bra and pulls one out, “good thing I came prepared huh”

She takes her panties off and climbs onto my lap again, she moves to sit on my knees to put the condom on.

I pull at the back of her bra and she nods letting me unclasp it and take it off

“Do you wanna feel?” She asks and I nod eagerly, I Palm one of her boobs in my and bring my mouth to the other she moans as my tongue rolls over her nipple, her hands sliding into my hair.

OK CHAT THATS ENOUGH FOR TODAY