#tw blood slaughter and all the fun stuff

[morgana-ren]

👉👈 Spare thoughts on like Crystal Lake/Friday the 13thesque camp counselor au with the Lov or mainly Shigaraki. I was thinking about watching Fear street and suddenly this was all I could think about

So I wrote this bit and yes, I’m painfully aware it’s not plot-perfect or polished but I LOVE the concept and wanted to put something out for it to show my appreciation that you shared it with me. Warning: it’s very nasty and I took a lot of liberties here. I hope that’s okay. Tomura is the gross incel-y killer. It wasn’t QUITE Friday 13th style, more “creepy counselor gone mad” because when I started writing it, I was a bit out of it.

I hope it’s okay!

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A slippery hand clutches yours- stark red and slicked with sweat and blood, trembling bones and quivering fingers- clinging to yours as if you alone could keep her anchored to her quickly fading lifeforce. She’s been stabbed repeatedly, but it’s the wound on her chest that pulses most noticeably with her breath; A font bubbling from the cleave a few inches beneath her collar bone, a scarlet brook staining down the front of her pastel camp uniform.

Her mouth open in a strangled, wordless cry: A petrified 'o' shape that seems terribly uncanny alongside her sallow cheeks, fear and pain reflected in her wide and panicked eyes as her grip on consciousness rapidly fades. Crimson stains her slippery ivory teeth, gurgling on her own bile as she struggles to make out a fragmented sentence between her presumably collapsing lungs and the blood pooling in her throat.

Her face, the perfect mask of fear covered in dirt and her own fluids, begins twitching, blinking tears through the muck that cakes her cheeks. The hand not wrapped around yours in an iron grip curls into a point -shaky and pale and borderline indiscernible- and it takes you a brief moment for you to realize she’s pointing directly behind you. It’s only then that you rip yourself from your traumatized stupor and hear the footsteps approaching from the cabin door.

You’re ready and willing to defend yourself if need be, shooting to your feet with lips pulled in a snarl, but you’re not greeted with the sight of a terrifying killer brandishing a knife: You’re met instead by the familiar face of your fellow camp counselor and long time friend.

“Tomura!”

You can’t help it. You throw your arms around his scrawny neck, almost knocking him over in your relief as you bury your head into the swell of his black hoodie. He’s a welcome sight- been close to you ever since you started attending even though he’s years older than you are, and he’s always made you feel better- safer somehow.

You’ve never been more happy to see him than you are now, thanking whatever God is looking out for you that he’s alive and that he found you. You squeeze him with every ounce of strength your little body can muster as he wraps his own gangly limbs around you and cages you to his chest in turn- almost too tightly.

“I looked for you! I couldn’t-“ Breath escapes you, tearing up in his embrace. “I couldn’t find you! I thought he’d gotten you too! I was so scared-”

He gives a firm shake of his head, shaggy silver hair ruffling over his shoulders. He reeks, as always, of slight mildew and something vaguely earthy- like ash or cinder, even as he hasn’t ever been allowed on fire duty. “No. He can’t be far behind though. We need to go.” 

“Okay!” You nod, wiggling free of his reluctant arms and dropping to your knees again by your wounded friend. “Just help me with Maureen- she’s really hurt- We need to get her to a hospital and fast-” “Leave her.” His knobby fingers encircle the rounds of your forearm, jerking you back to your feet at his side again with a bruising yank. ”We don’t have time- she’ll only slow us down.”  “How can you say that? We can’t just leave her here! She’s bleeding out- We can save her, we just have to-” 

A quick peek back at her and you realize she looks- if possible- more terrified than she did only moments ago in the face of death. She’s shaking like a leaf- Her wide, milky eyes focused in on Tomura as she attempts another gasped word.  “Look- Just look at her. She’s done for. Let’s go- I can keep you safe, I can-.”  “You don’t know that- You don’t know that- Please Tomura, we don’t have time to argue, just help me!” 

“I do know that,” He insists, trying again to tug you towards the door. “She’s in shock, and the blood loss is too much for them to be able to save her even if we could drag her out of here. It was obviously intentional. I can protect you but we need to leave now-” 

Your eyes flick back to Maureen and the pooling beneath her prone body that seems to grow larger by the second. Her mouth trembles, choking on the words that are trapped in her flooded throat. 

You shake him off once more and lean down to her as Tomura groans in what seems like, if you didn’t know better, annoyance. You ignore him, trying to coax her into your arms carefully, but she only quivers in your grasp, still trying to hiccup out something between her pained gasps and slipping mortal coil. 

“C’mon Maureen- You can make it, I know you can!” But she remains limply, dead weight on the cabin floor, more fearful of something directly in front of her than the inevitable death that awaits. You lean forward once more to try and get a grip beneath her arms to hoist her upward, but she holds firm, puffing a final wheeze in your ear that takes a moment to process.  “Him.”

Blood bubbles up through her throat following the words and she spits it up over her blouse, eyes going blank and body falling into limpness. The wounds across her body still ooze a steady stream of blood but the last of her spirit seems to still, light fading from her eyes in one final moment.

“Tomura, help-” Panic threads through your voice, still trying to drag her forward.

But he doesn’t move to help you. He only stares blank faced and cold as Maureen seizes in her death rattles; Her pallid fingers still coiled in an accusatory gesture at her side. 

“Please-”

“I told you, she’s dead.” He pulls you away by the collar like a kitten, knocking your center of balance clean from the sheer force of the grab as he coaxes you once again into his arms. “Can we go now? We need to go, need to get away from here-”

Something catches your attention, something solid in his hoodie’s kangaroo pouch that pricks you slightly as you fall into his chest. A slight sting on your arm as it collides with his torso. 

”Ow!” You pull away once again, his body stiffening as you inspect a fresh little cut on your arm where something sharp pricked at your flesh. “Tomura, what the hell is in your pocket? That hurt-”  ”Nothing! Quit wasting time- Come on! We need to leave.” 

“It cut me...” You pluck at the skin once more, hissing in slight pain as the small laceration pulls apart under your attentions. “Do you have a knife in your pocket?”  “What? No- well, yeah. I picked it up in the kitchens when I was trying to find you. I thought I could defend myself with it if he caught up to us-” 

You turn and narrow your eyes at him, shaking your head. “We don’t have knives that sharp. We have butter knives. It’s not safe for the kids, and after you got caught last time-”  “We have one, remember? The one we keep in the drawer for the barbeques.” “I looked! When the girls cabin scattered after the attack, I went and looked and it was gone!” “I must’ve grabbed it before you got there. Is this really important right now? We need to go! Stop being difficult!-”  “How is that possible? The boys cabin didn’t know anything was going on until we fled there when he attacked Stacy and Becky. You didn’t even know what was happening until- You- You weren’t even there-” 

“Well I have it, alright?” He interrupts you, face contorting into a sneer. “Shouldn’t you be happy? It means you’re not fucking defenseless if he shows up again.” “How-”

“Don’t worry about it!” He grabs your arm again, bruising grip deceptively strong for such a lithe man, crushing the bones in your wrist with his fingers. “Come on- Lets go! We can finally leave here together- You’ll be safe with me-”

Him

It could be the ferocious expression, or his demands that are cloaked in the facade of a benevolent request. Maybe his story that doesn’t add up or perhaps you’ve simply known all along somewhere deep down. Either way, It hits you in one terrible moment- one world shattering instant where everything suddenly clicks into place.

Tomura- quiet, eerie Tomura with the sharp mind and the eyes sharper still. Tomura with boundary issues who always found a reason to touch things he wasn’t supposed to. Tomura who only ever had a soft spot for you because you were kind to him when everyone else kept a mile berth. 

Tomura, who’s only friend to speak of is you.

‘He’s so obsessed with you! It’s fuckin’ creepy! You should get a restraining order before he, like, snaps and corners you and makes you suck his dick or something. He’s not even supposed to hang around with the younger group but he’s always following you around like a lovesick puppy.’

‘What? No he’s not! That’s a horrible thing to say! He’s a nice guy, you guys are just awful. You don’t even give him a chance-’

‘He’s always staring at you like he wants to eat you! I bet he’s the one stealing your stuff. I’ll bet he has one of those weirdo shrines to you in his cabin and jerks it over your picture like ‘Oh, oh yeah, ride me harder, oh fuck me faster- Oh!-’

‘You’re disgusting! He’s just nice to me because I’m nice to him! Everyone else is such an asshole to him- Including you! God, you guys are so fuckin’ mean for no reason! Just because he’s a little different-’

‘He gives me the creeps. He’s been like that since we were kids. Remember when he was a teenager but still only ever hung around you? He couldn’t even make friends his own age! Even the other councilors are wigged by him. The only one who even talks to him is you. I’m telling you, he’s a fuckin’ weirdo. There’s something totally off about him. He’s going to snap one day. We’re not the only ones that avoid him, you know-’ 

‘Fuck you guys. You guys are such fucking judgmental dicks. He’s never even done anything to you. You’re just a mean spirited bitch.’ 

Tomura who would sneak you into the woods and show you rotting animal corpses with macabre excitement in his wide red eyes. Tomura who used to sneak knives in his bag as a camper and show you how to sharpen and hold them until he got caught and the entire camp had to institute a new safety policy. Tomura who had to be scolded repeatedly for trying to sneak into the girl’s cabin as a young boy to try sleep next to you, and that it wasn’t appropriate for him to wait outside of it for you as he got older either. Tomura who has distain for everything and everyone in a world that shunned and rejected him in equal capacity. 

Everyone but you. 

Your friends are dead, slaughtered like animals and strewn across the camp in a grotesque tableau of vicious murder, the only knife in the area conveniently tucked in his pocket, his hand clasping your wrist in an iron hold that doesn’t ask, but demands you obey him. 

“Tomura- Tomura tell me you didn’t- You couldn’t-”  You’re shaking now, feeling more in danger than you did before the man in the mask who conveniently never chased you or even gave you a second glance even as he had every opportunity to do so. The murderer just as gawky and gangly as Tomura, lean, wiry muscle and imposing height almost too tall for his own body and manic, scarlet eyes. The killer who held the knife with the same practiced grip that he’d shown you so many years ago-

“What are you even talking about? Let’s go-” 

He rips you forward, taking you into his arms again and squeezing.

‘He’s going to snap one day-’

“Tomura- Tomura no! Tomura! God, please tell me you didn’t do this! Look at me and tell me!” 

He looks at you, mouth opening to form a sentence before abruptly cutting short. He studies your face, your quivering body, the blood across your cheek. You think, for a moment, he might break down. But he doesn’t.  He laughs. A nasty, cruel chuckle directed at you and only you; there’s no one else alive to hear it.

“You always were too smart for your own good.” 

The facade of panic and adrenaline falls from his pallid face, replaced with his stereotypical look of total nonchalance and almost boredom. Your stomach plummets, limbs paralyzed in abject terror as his pale hand reaches forward, thumbing at the swatch of blood across your face. 

“I had to, you know. Wanted to for years. But I had to wait until you were a counselor with me. Had to wait until I could do it before the kids arrived. Too many variables I couldn’t control. No one is coming for days, and they’re finally dead, and by the time anyone finds them, we’ll be long gone.” 

A stab of ice down your spine at his words, the uncanny horror of it all whirling your vision to a blurry abyss. “You can’t- what have you done? What have you done?”

“What I had to! They were insufferable and stupid- your harpy friends wouldn’t let us be. But now they’re dead.”

“-Have to get help- we need to call the police-“

“Stop being stupid.” He brushes the hair out of your face with a tender finger laden in blood. “We’re leaving here and never coming back.”

“You need to turn yourself in-“ you stammer. “They’ll know it was you, God, Tomura-“

“Do I look like I care?” A snarl lifts his scabby lips, bearing the sharp canines beneath. “I don’t give a fuck if they know. I hope they do. They’ll never find us. I’ve had so long to plan-“

“No! Tomura, this is insane!”

“It’s over. Come to peace with it.” He hisses, wrenching you even closer, his dry lips on the shell of your ear. “You’re coming with me, baby, and we can finally be together. You can finally show me all those dirty little things you never got the chance to because your friends made you feel ashamed.”

The edge of the blade in his hand flicks up through the thin threading that binds the top buttons of your counselor uniform, baring your cleavage and the top part of your bra to him. You scramble to try and cover yourself, but he’ll have none of it; he quickly swats your hands away and presses the tip of the knife to your sternum.

“I’ve waited so long for you-“ A ragged breath escapes him, chest shuddering with the force of the exhale. “To touch you. To take you. Do you know what it’s like? What you fucking do to me?”

“Tomura- this- this is wrong! Please! Please let me get help! We’ll get you the help you need- I will! But you can’t do this! It’s not right!”

“There’s only one way you can help me, babe.” The hand not threatening you with the knife slides down and squeezes your breast, your entire body stiffening in visceral disgust. “Something I’ve wanted as long as I can remember. If you’re eager enough for it now, we have some time-“

“No! No! Don’t- stop touching me! This is sick! They’re dead! Tomura- stop it!”

“They are. And I could never, ever hurt you, but I’m sure there’s someone still alive that I could to calm you down- to make you see sense.” He squeezes hard enough to make you cry out, nipple catching between his fingers through the thin fabrics you’re wearing.

You blink up at him, bleary eyes full of silvery tears that trail down the slopes of your cheeks. He doesn’t look like Tomura anymore- not your Tomura. He looks like something twisted and uncanny, some feral beast that’s inhabited your friend’s brain and driven him to the brink of madness. He leers down at you lasciviously, thick pink tongue swiping across his teeth and you’ve never felt more uncomfortable in your own skin under his gaze than you do right now.

“It’s not fair when you cry like that. I’m already painfully hard-“ He releases your tit in favor of clutching your wrist, bringing your trembling hand down to his crotch hidden by the length of his sweatshirt and forcefully rubs the length of his throbbing erection against your palm. “But it always did things to me when you got all weepy.”

You’ve been defending a monster.

“Remember when you would cry into my lap because that group of girls was mean to you and I had to keep adjusting you every few minutes?” He barks a laugh like it’s the funniest thing in the world. “God, it was so hard not to sink you down on my cock right then. Fuck, I would have destroyed you if I let myself- all sniveling and delicate and weak. You always needed me to protect you, didn’t you? So trusting. Naive, really. You had no idea what I was thinking about at night. What I’ve been planning to do to you for years-“

You can only give a broken, disbelieving cry of his name- trying to bring back the boy you knew. The sweet boy. The shy one. The quiet one with morbid curiosities and wild ideas on the world.

“Your friends knew, of course. But you didn’t listen, you silly, dumb little girl. Tried to warn you, but you just wouldn’t listen. And now they’re dead.”

“Fuck you! Fuck you, you bastard! You’re a monster! You’re-“ You batter your fists uselessly against the steel panes of his chest and he barely even budges.

“Remember when you could come to the woods with me and I would show you all the cool stuff my dad taught me? You thought it was weird but you still came because you’ve always been so sweet to me. My dad’s dead now, but I made sure he left me his remote cabin. I’ve wanted to take you there for so long, and now I finally can.”

He advances on you and even in your rage, you instinctively backpedal. Before long, he’s got your back flush against the scratchy wood wall, toe to toe with you with his imposing frame trapping you to the surface behind you in a gangly cage of his spider-like limbs.

“Fuck- It gets me so hot when you act like a little brat. When you fight me even when you know there’s no way you can overpower me. You never could. Even when we play-wrestled. I could make you scream without even trying. So fucking precious to see you bare your teeth at me like you’re capable of lifting a finger against me.”

“I hate you- I hate you!”

“That’s okay, babe. I can learn to forgive you. Tell you what, why don’t you wrap those pretty lips around my cock and start sucking out my forgiveness with your sharp little tongue and we’ll take it from there.”

“Go to hell-“

“If I go, you’re coming with-“ He puffs into your ear, one hand swirling into the front of your shirt, the other slicing from hem to collar in one swift motion, leaving your torso bared to his greedy eyes. “I’ve earned you. You’re mine now- you belong to me and anyone who has ever tried to say otherwise is dead!”

And the worst part is he’s right. Maureen bubbles a lifeless pool of blood a few feet away. The ones who tried to fight slashed repeatedly until they were too weak to stand and died a slow, painful death into the grass. The ones that tried to run cut down from behind- a cowardly act that shows his true nature. You can scream and cry and wail your sorrows to the terrible moon that hangs through the trees, but no one will come to help you; there’s no one left. No one but him.

And no one is coming for days.

“I was going to wait until I got you home to fuck into your guts but you’re just not getting it, and I don’t think I can wait.” He thrusts the knife back into his pocket temporarily, opting instead to fumble with the front of his jeans. Dread pools in your stomach, threatening to overturn the contents into the filthy floor, but all you can do is watch in terror as he unzips the front of his jeans and fishes his pale cock from behind it.

“Go ahead and get on your knees for me and stick your tongue out. Think of it as a practice round.”

You shake your head, weakly resisting as he shoves you to the ground and taps the hot, purpling tip on your face, smearing his precum across your ruddy cheek.

“Don’t be shy. I promise once you get a taste, you’ll love it. You will learn to love it. You don’t have another choice. Just wait until I get you back home. I’ve learned so much since last summer. I can’t wait to show you.”

[animeyanderelover]

How would Yandere Killua, L, Levi, Eren, Kaneki, Chuuya, Dazai and Edogawa Ranpo react to their darling being kidnapped and nearly killed?

I finished D. Gray-Man!

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, aged up characters, possessiveness, obsessiveness, delusions, paranoia, isolation, manipulation, kidnapping, murder, death

Kidnapped and nearly killed

Killua Zoldyck

🪀​Killua's darling has a target on their back considering from which family Killua comes and everyone who holds a grudge against the Zoldyck family would leap at the chance to perform revenge on someone who isn't a professional and highly dangerous assassin. If it wouldn't be for the silver male constantly lurking somewhere near his darling, things would be easier for everyone because he detects harm from miles away and whatever he categorizes as something that will hurt you will be dead by the next day. When it comes to your safety Killua reduces himself to a ruthless killer, though he believes himself to be in the right. He isn't like his family who kills for fun or money, he kills becaus he loves you dearly and wants to protect you. It makes all the difference for him and no one wants this guy coming after their head, believe me when I tell you this!

🪀​So as long as Killua is anywhere near you, stalking and protecting you, there is no chance in heaven or hell that anyone would be able to do as much as touch you. An opening is only there when he isn't for once with you which only happens when something really important happens. There isn't much time though and anyone who is aware who your lover is knows that because Killua has learned over time to develop a sixth sense when it comes down to something bad happening. A sudden wave of dread washing over him that churns his stomach up, the uneasiness and stress peeking as this bad feeling takes over and he rushes to your place, praying silently for you to be safe. Instead you are gone, he can't reach you on your phone and it doesn't take long for him to find clues that confirm that you've been kidnapped.

🪀​He goes through several stages of emotions. Anxiety, dread, paranoia, fear and a icy rage that fills every cell of his body. Where is his darling?! Are they safe?! Killua tries to rationalize that letting his anxiety get the better of him won't do any good, he has to stay calm and bury his emotions as good as possible so he can think. Time is ticking though as there is this dreadful uncertainty whether or not you're even still alive or if you're being tortured this very minute. Despite this crippling fear, Killua manages to focus quite well since he knows that he will find his s/o again and that the bastards who dared to take you will pay the price. He has experience in collecting hints and hunting down the target. It's just like a murderous hunter going after his prey, a blizzard of hatred and rage storming inside of his heart.

🪀​When he finds his darling, all he needs to do is taking in their sweaty and bloody experience before he finally completely switches over with a haunting and hollow look in his eyes. It's just straight out of a nightmare as he slaughters everyone without making even a single noise. Blood is everywhere after he's done and severed limbs lay around but despite it all Killua manages to come out clean, a single splash of red blood on his face the only hint to the small massacre that just happened.

🪀​Only after he killed everyone does his anger ebb away and terror and fear takes over as he rushes over to his darling, freaking out even more when he notices their bad condition from up close. With his distrust in people newly awakened, the doctors caring for you after have to be especially careful because one wrong move ends with the fatal loss of one limb if his soulless expression isn't already the stuff from nightmares enough. He never leaves your side once, he doesn't sleep and never drops the threatening aura he emits whenever someone is close, so cold and thick that every breath hurts. You stay only as long as necessary before Killua instantly takes you to him and locks you inside of his house, terrified for your safety. He never held the thought of abducting you very high since he used to be imprisoned himself in his old home but he's incredibly distraught, horrified and paranoid to the point where he starts shedding the one or other tear once he's alone with you. He's convinced now, he can't leave you alone ever again.

L Lawliet

🍰​L is very well aware that he risks something when he starts gaining a rapid interest in his s/o and that potential risk only enhances once he starts actively going out of his usual zone to interact with them. At one point stalking them via trackers and cameras he put in every corner of their house isn't enough anymore, he finds himself craving a real human interaction which isn't very common for him. It is a peril yet meeting you in person and talking with you...feels so nice. L experiences something he normally doesn't experience and like a man addicted he finds himself wanting more and more from this feeling, from you. Having to keep his identity a secret from you, indulging in his hobby of stalking you and simultanously protecting you through his stalking become part of his daily schedule, nothing beats meeting you in person though.

🍰​It would be difficult to track L and you down once the situation has escalated to the point where he has already abducted you and drags you like this to every single country that needs his assistance. The best shot would be going after s/o if they're still a free person, as free as one can be if their entire house is wired and loaded with cameras. L, as much as he'd love having you all the time by his side, has cases to solve and work to do, moments where he can't watch you for a while. It's sort of ridiculous though, testing a detective who is known to be the best and L, as someone who can't really go on for long without catching a short glimpse of you, notices quickly that something is wrong. You're gone, he can't see you on his screen anymore. No camera is showing you on the footage.

🍰​The two dots connect quickly and for maybe just a short moment he is stunned by the fact that someone actually managed to sneak past his security system to the point where he didn't notice instantly. Maybe he is even mildly fascinated if it wouldn't be for the fact that you were just kidnapped which stirs up another unfamiliar emotion inside of him. A feeling of indisposition that makes him physically a bit sick and unpleasant thoughts afflicting his mind. He wants this feeling to go away, wants to have you back safe and sound and so he instantly decides to drop everything else and focus on this current task. There are tons of clues left behind since he is able to get his hands on footage from the entire town and on top of that chances are high that he has a tracker somewhere on you.

🍰​This queasy feeling stays throughout the entire ordeal though, even after he has located you and sent the police and reinforcements after you. He even decides to go personally under a fake alias of course, Watari accompanies him. But it is the moment where he catches a glimpse of you being hastily taken into a ambulance and the red and sticky liquid that the true nausea hits him, eyes following the ambulance like a hawk until he lost sight of it. He just stands there frozen for a couple of moments before he finally informs Watari that he wants to see you.

🍰​His normal goal is just exposing crimes and passing judgement down on those people, but he's experiencing for the first time the need to manipulate everything a bit more to charge the culprits with more evil than they have already done. His mind is made up from that point on, that he wants to take you with him now because this was too close for his own taste. Things are set into motion after you've reached a stable condition in the hospital. A simple transfer whilst you're still in a condition where you can't put up much of a fight combined with a serum to put you out long enough so everything can play out just like L has wanted it to be. He's already thought of a nice little story to explain your sudden disappearance and has already ordered everything to continue your treatment until you're fully healed. The detective decides to wait for you to wake up after you've arrived, to explain everything to you now. He expects defiance but think about it. Would you be willing to go through the same horror again like you just did? Next time he might not make it in time.

Eren Yeager

👊In Paradise, Eren’s darling is quite untouchable to say the least. The man has his own goddamn cult at this point in time, two rather protective friends who treasure s/o as well and the Titan Shifter himself. Eren is a paranoid man, he has learned that the world isn’t quite what he believes it to be when he was younger and one of the very few pillars he has left now is his darling, a person he clings to dearly. Dangers are everywhere even after Titans are mostly gone and there are only a handful of people he really trust when it comes to you. There are really either two ways someone would want to harm his darling actively. First option would be someone from within the island holding some sort of grudge against Eren or some invader from Marley for whom Eren is the biggest threat to mankind and what better way than to get to him by using you as a bait?

👊There are only that many moments there is a good opening though considering how unwilling Eren is most of the time to leave his darling alone. Most of the time he is glued directly to their side and he is willing to commit homicide against anyone who tries to hurt you. If he isn’t able to be with you because he has to deal with something, he most likely asks Mikasa or Armin to look after you since those are the people he trusts the most. Connor, Sasha, Historia and Jean hold a good amount of his trust as well and the last option, one he discreetly dreads, is asking Floch and the Yeagerists to look out a bit for you. This might seem paranoid in your eyes, but for Eren all of this is necessary to stay sane. When he hears the news though, he suffers a short meltdown and goes into hyperventilation with Mikasa and Armin trying to calm him down.

👊He’s beyond furious as soon as he's calmed down a bit, shaking with rage as fear bubbles up in his stomach as he imagines what you might have to go through in this very moment. Eren can’t waste any time and just storms off like this and anyone who tries to stop him will be yelled at, even if those people would be Mikasa and Armin. Eren is too short-tempered and anxious to wait for any clues, he has to act and find you quickly and his friends and the Yeagerists participate. They all try to stay in contact via signal flares so that everyone knows if someone has found a lead. Whether Eren himself finds your whereabouts or someone else, the moment he knows the direction he is away in his Titan form and at this point he isn’t exactly careful anymore. If it wouldn’t be for Armin or Mikasa who are with him because they know that Eren is currently in a more violent state, he would leave behind a path of fair destruction.

👊He’s already that shortly away from entering a frenzy rage but once he’s arrived at the scene and catches one glance at you, it’s over. Eren completely loses it and lashes out, attacking and crushing everyone he doesn’t recognize as an ally. He’s homicidal, he wants to kill everyone who dared to take you, dared to hurt you and whilst Eren is busily turning people into mush, Mikasa and Armin rush over to escort you away from the bloody scenery unfolding itself right before your eyes.

👊Unfortunately Eren notices this as well and with his mind by now a bit blurry with wanting to gruesomely kill anyone who hurt you and wanting to safe you, he reacts hostile when he sees you being taken away. It’s not like he attacks his friends, he just suddenly moves rapidly over to both of them and snatches you away from them as careful as he can in this form. Only to panic when he finally gets a closer look at your condition, terrified because he doesn’t know what to do and yet also just as frightened of the thought to hand you over. His friends need some time to soothe him enough to start thinking rationally and to bring you to a hospital. As soon as he’s left alone with you, he just bursts out in tears. He actually even starts yelling a bit at you, only because he is on the brink of a emotional breakdown again because he blames himself more than anything for what happened to you. After that experience, Eren seems to glue himself to your side even more than normally and especially whilst you're still healing from the wounds he never leaves you alone.

Levi Ackerman

⚔️​Levi...doesn't give off the nicest impression when people meet him at first yet he is insanely protective over his darling. They're the undeniable soft spot this man harbors inside of his heart and that is made obvious with time. Now, Levi is either respected or feared or even both among many since he's someone no one wishes to mess with due to his Ackerman blood. Knowing that he's your partner makes someone think twice whether or not to be rude or do something to harm you because if Levi finds out, and he most definitely will, he will chase the person down and not only force out an apology but also give a warning. It is quite the frightening experience for really just anyone to witness because if looks could murder, Levi would have killed a dozen of people already.

⚔️​Despite his protective side, Levi has to leave quite often for missions and since the people he trusts are part of the Survey Corps just like him, you are left alone whenever he has to go on missions or has some business to deal with. A perfect time and the best time because Levi is ruthless himself when it comes to dealing with people who want to harm his s/o. He is a short-tempered man himself and if someone seriously tests their boundaries, he leaves them with broken bones. He's actually a person who doesn't instantly suspect the worst when he comes home and doesn't find you there, as long as there are no hints indicating a fight that is. You have your own life and Levi respects that. Only after some time has passed on and you still aren't back is the moment where he feels that cold shiver going down his spine.

⚔️​He asks neighbors about whether they know where you went or not, searches in the places you went today and asks around again. No one has an idea where you are and that is the point where he starts connecting spots and assumes a bad scenario. The cue word for him to head out, armed with his equipment and a queasy feeling in his stomach. He's tried to pinpoint roughly where you were last seen and continue from there. It would have been probably wise from him to ask for some help, the man finds himself in a rush, disturbed with the knowledge that there is a possibility that you were kidnapped. Levi manages to stay for the most part rational and calm though which allows him to discover this one suspicious person that lurks around late at night in the streets, headed for an empty storehouse.

⚔️​He follows the man secretly inside and finds you. Tight to a chair, beaten up and wounded. And just like that the silent and suppressed anger he's been keeping under control so far explodes and before the people even get a warning, they get attacked mercilessly by him. Levi actually holds his full furry partially back because otherwise he might end up killing someone. Less out of kindness than his desire to force one of your kidnappers to tell him why exactly they took you before he knocks them out as well. He plans to let the others in on what happened which is why he keeps them alive and ties them up.

⚔️​But before that he frees you and instantly rushes to a hospital, scolding you throughout it all for your own inability to walk through the city without getting in trouble. He's in reality quite distraught, the injuries you sustained more severe than he thought and he tries to somehow keep you conscious. After you're in treatment, he informs Hange and Erwin of what happened since he trusts both people the most so they can take care of the pathetic beaten up bunch in the storehouse. He can't catch any sleep at all that night, too wary that possible allies of those gusy will try to take you again, especially if the whole kidnapping thing is connected to followers of the overthrown regime with the fake king. Levi isn't as stubborn as to permanently glue himself to your side like Eren, there is an increased uneasiness to leave you alone for a longer time though, especially since you're still limited due to your injuries. Orders you strictly to take it easy until you're fully recovered and you're chided like a little child when he catches you doing something you shouldn't do in your condition.

Ken Kaneki

🔲​Kaneki is one of the most paranoid guys out there, especially since he experienced first-hand how quick things can go the wrong way. It doesn't matter whether you're just a normal person or not, life throws unexpected things at you and the world lets you suffer for something you didn't even do. That's the kind of image Kaneki has from this world by now and he's horrified that his darling will be a victim of this rather ruthless turn of events. Really anything can happen, they could be attacked and killed by a ghoul or be involved in a terrible accident. Kaneki stalks strictly at first, debatting whether or not he should actually take his darling or not. He doesn't really trust himself, fears a terrible rejection and disgust from your side. Why shouldn't you react like this though? He's a monster after all.

🔲​Kidnapping could either be just kidnapping or a more interesting scenario behind it. Personally believe that it wouldn't be the doves since they would rather see you as a victim and resolve to protect you. Maybe a ghoul who holds a grudge against Kaneki after he joined the Aogiri Tree? Or just a sadistic ghoul who likes to toy with his victims? Maybe it was even a human. Considering the fact that the kidnapping was successful means that Kaneki wasn't watching you at that time. Words couldn't even comprehend how he felt when he returned later only to find you gone. You weren't home...you were gone. He assumes automatically always the worst, by now he knows your routine pretty well and normally you're always home at this time. So where are you?!

🔲​It's a miracle that he doesn't lash out instantly. His chest hurts with a stinging pain and his breath is uneven, somehow he still manages to head out to all the places he knows you usually go on a normal day. There is no sign of you though and the more time passes by, the more this pain inside of his chest intensifies as every breath becomes more difficult to draw in. When he trails the way down you usually take to walk home, he finally spots something that has the blood in his veins running cold. Marks of a fight and your phone, broken on the ground. Silence engulfes his senses for a moment, wrapping it's tormenting arms around him as his mind fills itself with gruesome images. Kaneki becomes more and more undown whilst searching the entire district until a small stroke of luck befalls him.

🔲​He smells blood that has his mouth watering shortly before the both you have eye contact. And suddenly his vision turns crimson red and his Kagune pierces the first person. Ghoul or not, Kaneki turns into an absolute madman, ripping apart flesh and bones in a lunatic fashion, his own brain isn't even registering the wounds he sustains in the process. He just keeps on stabbing and stabbing and stabbing until he slowly snaps out of it and realizes that he's standing in the centre of the bloody and bony carnage, a terrified darling staring at him in horror. Something inside of him shatters.

🔲​You aren't taken to a hospital like you should, you've seen him and the damage is already done. Instead he brings you to his house despite knowing that he isn’t exactly a medic. As of now Kaneki is unable to trust anyone though, his rational thinking has ceased to function as he can only replay what he just witnessed. Everyone is as of now categorized as a threat, Kaneki winds up trying to take care of you as good as he can. Of course if he would realize that his knowledge isn’t enough and you have suffered too serious injuries, he wouldn’t just let you die. The only option he has left then is going to Anteiku, a normal hospital is out of question since you could tell everyone what you just saw and that would mean you would be taken away from him. That won’t do it for him. Honestly, after this event Kaneki feels almost justified with the fact that he kidnapped his s/o. He was right after all, it’s like the world just wrote in bold words to him that it’s too dangerous for you alone out there. You need him to protect you.

Dazai Osamu

🤎You might not even notice it yourself, but Dazai is quite often around you, more than you’d be comfortable with. What can he say? He adores watching you without you knowing, stalking you is by far his favorite hobby so far. Witnessing you being oblivious to all of it is naively sweet and draws him in even more. Of course stalking alone doesn’t satisfy him enough, he makes his move soon at one point and just worms his way into your life. He aims for your heart and under his sweet and goofy facade hides this terrible man who is willing to get rid off everyone who stays in his way and is willing to emotionally hurt and blackmail you if the end result will be that he has you for himself. Considering his position in the past, he has potential enemies who want revenge. They’re terrified though, they know what a demon Dazai is once he decides to rip his mask off.

🤎If we’re going with the scenario of someone wanting revenge then Dazai’s darling is the perfect target. They’re just a harmless and normal citizen of this town and it’s not like Dazai can constantly smother them and glue himself to their hips. He has a job to do and even if he whines about the fact that he has to leave his love alone, he has made a promise to Odasaku and is still a loyal member of the Agency. It’s easy to kidnap his s/o if they’re left alone since Dazai hasn’t restricted their freedom just yet. He hasn’t been given a reason so far since everything has been going smoothly so far. His happiness is rewarded with your freedom. A bad feeling follows Dazai soon and as soon as he’s back, he’s already trying to call you only to not reach you. Friends and family of yours have no idea where you are either and it’s in that moment that he knows that something bad has happened.

🤎If you still have your phone with you, he might be able to find you quickly since he’s nasty enough to use the tracker app he’s installed to find you. Mainly to know where you are all the time, it would be more than just useful in this situation though. Even if that shouldn’t work, Dazai is still a smart man and can spot small leads and follow them just fine by himself and if worst comes to worst, Ranpo is still there. He doesn’t show it just yet, he’s worried sick though since he suspects if this has to do something with his part in the Port Mafia. If that’s the case, you are in severe danger since such people are never friendly. His anxiety is being accompanied by this truly terrifying and suffocating rage, he almost wants to mock whoever took you away because they just messed up greatly. The place where you’re kept is found a few hours later.

🤎Dazai’s reaction is quite a terrifying one because he acts like a man possessed. Initially he just wants to murder the person who took you, something shatters temporarily inside of him though when he sees the state you’re in. He laughs and cries altogether, a murderous and frenzy look in his eyes and if some members of the Agency aren’t there to stop him, he’ll strangle whoever is responsible for this slowly with a sadistic glee on his face.

🤎The satisfaction is only short-lived though and his darker side fades as soon as he rushes over to you and frees you, stomach churning when he notes all the blood and wounds littering your body. You’re taken to a hospital instantly to be taken care off with Dazai not straying away even once from your side. He’s constantly by your side and as soon as the worst is over and both of you are left alone he tears up again because he is relieved that you’re safe but also feels extremely guilt for what you just went through and also utterly paranoid since he almost lost you. This is the trigger that leads Dazai to the conclusion that you can’t go anywhere alone anymore, he has to be by your side. It starts instantly after you’re out of the hospital that he starts to guilt-trip and manipulate you into letting him go with you and stay with you all the time. He just wants you to be safe, people might still be after you. He’s unbearable and the question remains whether you’ll be able to endure it or not because Dazai is only that far away from locking you away.

Nakahara Chuuya

🟠Chuuya has his reasons to be paranoid, not only because of Dazai. He’s an Executive in the Port Mafia and it is just logical to assume that people who want to know informations about the organization or bribe or blackmail him would automatically use you as a bargain to make a deal with him. It often leads to this typical inner conflict of Chuuya where he is torn apart between his wish to live a normal and happy life with you where he doesn’t have to lock you away or giving you a safe life with the price of your freedom. A normal life sounds to good to be true after all he’s been through and maybe that is why he clings to this idea, wants it so desperately to work so you don’t have to know anything and he can keep you from behind the scenes safe. Between his hotheaded nature and possessive and protective traits he tries to make it somehow work.

🟠He’s a red flag by himself already, messing with his darling never ends well and Chuuya takes always quickly care of someone if they pose to be a possible threat because he can’t and won’t risk anything. Albeit he is clingy, protective and possessive, Chuuya has to go on his own missions and has to do his work. A time where he has to leave and always asks his darling to stay safe. You might see it as a little bit too much worries from his sides but you don’t know what he knows. Honestly, he’s just looking forward to spending the rest of his day with you after he’s finished with work but instead he is greeted with his personal and worst nightmare when he finds the house empty, things thrown around and a few drops of red liquid on the ground. Suddenly he hears his rapid heartbeat drumming in his ears and bile climbing it’s way up his throat.

🟠Where is his darling?! Are they hurt?! Which bastard dared to take them?! Anger is quickly overshadowing everything else and makes his blood boil before he races out of the house. He has to act quickly and has to track you down as soon as possible and that leaves him with few options. Somehow he knows that he can’t just storm off with no clue and so he can only think of two options which will help him to find s/o quicker. The first one is to ask Mori for help since as the leader of the Mafia he has various connections and ways to help track someone down. The second and faster one is asking Ranpo from the Agency for help. Both options are not pleasant for Chuuya, he wants neither to know about you yet he has no other choice. To whom he goes depends on how urgent he is, asking the Detective Agency involves sacrificing more of his ego.

🟠He goes alone anyways since reinforcements would only be in his way. He’s already boiling with rage the moment he kicks the door to the place open where you’re kept, but erupts like a volcano the moment he sees you. He just enters a violent frenzy and goes on a small rampage. Bones are broken, inner organs are damaged and the culprits are by the end either dead or already nearly there, beaten to the point where they’re completely deformed.

🟠On the verge of tears when he frees his darling who is shaken up and crying out of shock and fear. Chuuya tries to comfort them somehow, gives them a needy kiss and tells them that everything will be alright. He’s lying and he knows it, there is no way that he can enable you to live a normal life now and that knowledge just breaks a part of him. He gets you the medical treatment you need with help from the Mafia and after it’s certain that you’re in a good condition, he has to do the part he’s been dreading to do. He has to tell you the truth, or at least part of it, of what he is, for whom he works and what life in the future will be from now on. You will from now on not be able to leave the house without him for a while, you will move to a safer place with him, you will give basically your freedom up for a while. Arguing with him in his current condition might result in him shouting at you because he’s sensitive and overwhelmed right now. He’s terrified for you, upset and disappointed in himself, angry and incredibly hurt. Why can’t you understand that this is the only way to keep you safe?!

Edogawa Ranpo

👓Ranpo is one of the less intense Yandere to have, mainly because he is usually more carefree and laidback. He is confident in his skills and he doesn’t suffer from paranoia and insecurities unless he has a bad feeling. He can be quite annoying though because he has a bit of an ego when it comes to his abilities. He sometimes tells his darling that they should be happy that he spends so much time with them and turns people off by nagging about them and pretty much teasing them and making fun of them for everything. It is the problematic part of him his darling has to endure, especially the fact that he expects his s/o to dedicate almost all of their time to him. He likes to have your company and since he has no sense of direction and is pretty helpless when he doesn’t use his deducing skills, he just wants you to be his personal guide.

👓He doesn’t look intimidating most of the time and if one ignores his snarky and rude tongue, people might not even take him for much as long as they don’t know just who exactly he is. Being his s/o comes with certain threats and even if Ranpo doesn’t look like it, he tends to keep an eye on you sometimes because he knows of those risks. You’re an easy target after all if someone wants to settle something with the Agency. You have no special abilities and don’t spend as much time around the people working for the Agency. The perfect target for anyone who is too afraid to deal with the Agency personally. In that case this person has severely underestimated Ranpo’s skills as a detective or thinks that they will be quick enough to go through with their plan. It starts with Ranpo not reaching you on your phone before he already starts putting the puzzle together.

👓Ranpo finds his ego taking the first blow because he’s upset that he didn’t see this coming sooner and at the same time he starts to panic on the inside since he has a good picture of your current situation. Despite his fear he is still one of the calmest and most rational guys, he informs Fukuzawa and the others quickly about the situation and asks for help. He knows that even if he is a great Detective, physically he isn’t the strongest, doesn’t possess medical knowledge and he can’t safe you alone. His patience sometimes cracks a bit throughout the quick preparations where he tells everyone to be a bit faster. Ranpo is completely serious throughout the entire event, all traces of his usual playful side are completely gone and he is determined to safe his darling.

👓The operation proceeds fast the moment his friends and him break into the place where you are kept. Whoever kidnapped you isn’t prepared for the attack though as Ranpo has pretty much figured out who where is and how to quickly reach the room where you are kept. Ranpo stays as calm as he can even after seeing your condition. He tries to soothe you, tells you that you’re safe now and that Yosano will check on you before you’ll be brought to a hospital.

👓He acts unusually serious and comforting throughout the entire event, unfamiliar for you to witness after you’ve only ever seen his playful and teasing side. Ranpo acts like your pillar of comfort, he constantly is by your side and helps you to calm down if you’re still in shock or afraid and stays in the hospital. The first thing you see when you wake up the next day in the hospital is Ranpo who fell asleep on the chair next to you, lightly snoring. He won’t be able to stay the entire time with you, he keeps visiting you daily though and has by now regained his carefree side in an attempt to cheer you up. He even brings you constantly sweets and shares them with you. Despite this, Ranpo has gotten visibly more protective after there was a serious danger that your kidnapper almost killed you. During your stay in the hospital, he asks if someone can keep an eye on you so that no one will try something like this again and even after you’ve been released, he keeps you around even more. Ranpo doesn’t become quite as paranoid and doesn’t kidnap you, he just monopolizes your time a lot more and has gotten more careful.

[aceopmari]

Hidan X Jashinist Bride Reader

Akatsuki Masterlist

A/N: Fun fact, half of this was written for months before my other my other Hidan Fic. Some of the stuff here inspired my other fic too! I wish I hadn’t been so lazy before lol.

TW: Blood, gore, dark themes, mutilation, explicit content, semi forced lemon, period mention, murder, abuse, pregnancy, c section, toxic relationship, cults. Minors DNI! 18+. If you are sensitive or if anything makes you uncomfortable please DO NOT READ!

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You didn’t know how it happened really.

You used to be an innocent and a highly religious shrine girl of the Hidden Leaf Village.

Somehow you had lost your way after killing your parents in anger for forcing you to continuing living your mundane, sheltered life instead of letting you become a shinobi like all your friends did.

You just wanted freedom.

You ran away at 18 and you eventually found a different form of freedom when you learned about The Way of Jashin, as a mere cultist worshipper.

There were others like you. Some were so loyal that they were gifted all sorts of privileges and powers. Rumor has it that some loyal worshippers were even gifted immortality.

You wanted power. You lusted for it. You spent nights kissing your silver necklace as you prayed to your Lord Jashin.

Although you weren’t a shinobi, you did manage to get a few good kills on innocent civilians, by breaking into their house at night and stabbing them with kunai. They made perfect sacrifices!

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That evening, you were dressed in your hooded black cloak that bared your cleavage and a Jashin necklace, on your knees and praying to your god in a secluded hideout alongside your other fellow cultists.

The cult leader had announced that the most loyal follower would be gifted a bride tonight. He claims it is what Lord Jashin wanted.

“Y/N,” the cult leader said.

You gasped as your eyes flashed opened.

“…Me?”

You were a deer in the headlights as all eyes of your fellow cultists were on you. You heard the sound of footsteps and glanced up seeing a tall man standing before you.

He had silver hair that was slicked back, magenta eyes, and a smirk on his face. You shivered as his eyes scanned your figure. He looked at you like he’d just won a trophy.

You recognized him as Hidan, who was one of the most loyal followers of Jashinism.

“Today’s your lucky day bitch!” He laughed.

You flinched at his cocky tone. You didn’t know how you felt about being called a bitch by a man who you were supposed to marry.

He grabs you by the wrist and hoists you up, causing you to yelp. Your e/c eyes met his hungry magenta ones. You found yourself lost in them.

“You’re gonna be my new bride!” He says. Hidan pulls out a silver ring with the Jashin emblem on it and forces it onto your finger.

Keeping his eyes on you, he brought his cold lips to your finger where the ring rested. You blushed.

‘Well at least he’s hot! Not to mention smooth!’ You thought.

Hidan put his arm tightly around your waist and pulled you close before leading you to the cult leader at the alter.

“Where are we going?” You asked.

Hidan looked at you in confusion.

“The fuck you mean? We’re getting married here and now in the name of Lord Jashin!”

You frowned a bit as you two stopped at the alter and joined hands as the cult leader read from the Bible. Hidan licked his lips hungrily as he stared at your boobs the whole time.

‘This is great an all but I kinda imagined my wedding to be a bit more…romantic? Maybe a wedding dress and yukata instead of a cultist garb…’ You thought.

“You may now slaughter your neighbors…” the cult leader finished. You snapped out of your thoughts and looked at the cult leader in bewilderment.

“Kill? You mean kiss? Y’know like ‘kiss the bride?’” Hidan chuckled at you as you watched him take his scythe off his back.

“No way babe! This is all part of the ritual! We go on a 3 hour killing spree after the wedding!”You widened your eyes. “HUHHHH?!”

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You never would have imagined you’d go out killing right after your own wedding. But at least you were able you were able to blow off some steam.

Hidan brought you to an inn later that night. You were clad in a short satin silk robe while Hidan was in his boxers.

The two of you were in the bed together where Hidan covered your most sensitive spots with kisses.

He whispered sweet nothings into your ear as he glided his hands up your thighs. You shuddered at the touch as your cheeks flushed.

“Now then, let’s see what we’re working with…” Hidan whispered huskily as he slowly undid your robe.

Your heart began to race. For someone so foul-mouthed, he was awfully good at setting the mood.

Hidan marveled at the bloody red lingerie you had underneath. “Damn…”

He brought his hands to your breasts and massaged them, causing you to moan a bit. “…I just hit the jackpot!”

You giggled and batted your eyelashes as you looked at your new husband lovingly. “I got to know…why did Lord Jashin choose someone like me to be your lucky bride?”

You decided to stroke his ego, but you were also genuinely curious. Hidan smirked down at your blushing form. “You mean you don’t know?”

He grabbed your wrists and pin them above your head as he pressed his bulge against your clothed clit.

You blush became redder as you felt the hardness of his length. Hidan brought his lips to your ear.

“Lord Jashin appreciates women like you…” Hidan says huskily.

“Young…innocent…pure…” He licks warm tongue against the shell of your ear.

You groaned as Hidan rubbed his bulge against your clit. You felt it throb. The sensual, warm friction was quite lovely.

You whimpered as Hidan stopped. He rose up a bit before bringing his hands to your hips.

“Spread your legs nice and wide for daddy, kitten,” he purrs. That went straight to your crotch. You easily comply, as you stretched you legs across the cool, smooth sheets of the bed.

Hidan smirked at you as he slowly slid your red thong off before tossing it to the floor.

He licked his lips as he brought his hungry gaze to your crotch. He raised his eyebrow in confusion.

Curious, you follow his gaze as you leaned forward to look down at your crotch. “Oh…”

You blushed a bit in embarrassment seeing a white tube and string that was partially stained red, sticking out of your hole.

‘How the fuck do I forget to take out my tampon?! This is soooo embarrassing!’ You mentally shrieked.

Hidan stared at the string as if he was trying to solve a math problem. You bit your lip nervously as he lightly tugged it.

‘I hope the blood won’t ruin the mood…I should probably say something…’

“H-hey let me go to the bathroom and freshen up a bit before we-AAAAAAAAAHHHH!”

You screamed as Hidan yanked your tampon out of your sex. Blood slowly seeped out of your hole and onto the sheets.

“Looks like it’s the time of the month…should make this a whole lot easier,” he says bluntly as he uses his thumb to wipe some blood off your sex.

“WHAT THE HELL?! THAT HURTS! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!” You shouted.

Hidan glared at you. “WILL YOU SHUT UP?! YOU’RE INTERRUPTING THE RITUAL!”

You flinched at his tone before your body froze.

‘Ritual…? Is he…?’

You watched in horror (and with slight arousal) as Hidan slowly licks your blood off his fingers.

To your confusion, he gets up and walks to the side of the room and uses his foot to draw a bloodly Jashin circle onto the ground. When he finishes, he turns to you with a knowing smirk.

Tears begin to stream down your face as Hidan makes his way over to you.

‘How could I be so stupid?! He’s going to sacrifice me to Jashin!’

You grab the blankets in a desperate attempt to cover yourself.

“What the hell are you covering yourself for, princess?” Hidan asks as he walks over to you.

“S-shut up! Go away! I don’t want to be a sacrifice to Lord Jashin!” You cry.

Hidan looks at you in bewilderment.

“I’m not sacrificing you, you idiot! You’re my bride! Lord Jashin will punish me if I defy him! I’m taking your blood as part of the mating ritual. Now get the fuck over here!”

“No!” You cry as you shake your head.

“You’re freaking me out! I don’t want to do this anymore!”

Hidan growled in anger before proceeding to tear the blanket off your shaking form.

He then grabbed a hold of you and tossed you over his shoulder, keeping a hand on your ass.“GET OFF ME!” You screamed as you banged your fists into his back.

Hidan chuckled. “No fucking way, bitch! Your not defying Lord Jashin! He chose you for a reason!” He says as he walks over to lay you on the bloody circle.

“And besides…” Hidan hovers over you as he pins your wrists above your head. “…He wants us to teach his ways to the next generations to come…”

You widened your eyes in horror as more tears streamed down your face. “I don’t want to have a baby yet! I’m only 18!” You cry as you squirm in his tight grasp.

“Not my problem, babe. Now spread em,” Hidan says as his skin suddenly darkens. Hidan changed into some sort of skeleton looking being like something out of a horror film.

‘What the FUCK?!’

What happened to your hot husband?!

You screamed in terror causing Hidan to cover your mouth. You immediately closed your legs tightly.

“You’re ruining the ritual! Now spread em!” Hidan barked.

He forced your legs open before diving his head in between them. You let out a lewd cry of pleasure as Hidan’s warm tongue laps up your drippy red cunt.

Your eyes met Hidan’s who slowly licked his lips. “You see? You want this…” he purred.

You hated how right he was. You had never experienced pleasure like this. You wanted to feel him more.

You slowly spread your legs out even wider against the circle, earning a pleased grin from Hidan. “Good girl…”

He curls his finger and brings it towards your slicked entrance, causing you to hiss as you grip his shoulder for support. “Easy there, kitten…” Hidan says as he slowly pumps his finger inside you.

You breathe heavily and tremble at the sensation. “Scream out nice and loudly for daddy!” He smirks.

Hidan adds another finger, causing your moans to echo through the walls of the inn.

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“Quit sticking it in like that!”

“…”

“I said knock it off, that hurts!”

“…”

Hidan fucked you until you bled even further. He pounded into you so hard that you begged for him to stop.

He didn’t.

But you hated yourself for enjoying the sensations.

You were currently laying directly on top of your skeleton-nized husband as your fully naked body faced the the ceiling.

Your lover who was beneath you had his dick forced deeply into your back entrance as his arms held your wrists back.

Blood and cum coated your thighs as fresh tears slid over your dried ones.

“Get out of me! It hurts!” You cried again.

Hidan let out a maniacal laughter which vibrated against your back.

“The rituals almost done…” he chuckled darkly as he squeezed at your breasts. Your body betrayed you as you moaned.

As if on cue, you watched as your s/c skin darken into a black charcoal color that matched his.

Skeleton bones formed on your body. It was something out of a horror movie.

“WHAT THE FUCK!? WHATS HAPPENING?!” You screamed.

“Congrats bitch! Now you’re immortal! This is the greatest gift from Lord Jashin!” Hidan laughed.

‘I’m…immortal…?’

Panic rose as you saw Hidan’s hand raise above your form. He held a large black spear that was aimed towards your heart.

“And now to mark you down and make you mine…” he hissed.

“N-NO PLEASE!” You screamed.

Hidan connected the spear to your heart, piercing it deeply so that it stabbed his own chest.

You gagged as you coughed up blood. More blood seeped from your chest but you weren’t dying. You were still in too much pain to move.

“Hi…dan…” you choked. “St…op…”

“All in the name of Lord Jashin!” Hidan declared loudly as a pool of blood poured out from under him.

At that moment, you contemplated your major life decisions.

You joined a cult.

You wanted power.

You didn’t imagine however that the process would be painful.

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…

Your were clad in a fluffy white bathrobe, still left a sobbing mess as Hidan carries you bridal style into the bedroom after running you a bath.

He glared down at you. “Oh would you shut up already?!” You glare back up at him. “Hidan! You hurt me!”

He looks at you incredulously. “The fuck?! You liked it!”

“That doesn’t mean you had to get so aggressive! You should treat your new wife better!” You cried.

Hidan growled. “I just ran you a bath you ungrateful bitch!” With that he tosses you roughly onto the bed. You cry out in pain.

“Shut the fuck up bitch! Now hurry up and get pregnant!” Hidan yelled. He walked over to the door. “See you in 9 months,” he said coldly.

“No! Hidan! Don’t go!” You sob. Hidan was already out the door. He slammed it shut on his way out, leaving you all alone.

“I CAN’T DO THIS ALONE!” You wailed.

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The past nine months were rough dealing with a pregnancy all alone. Hidan occasionally came by to drop food and other necessities to help you out before disappearing out the door once more, ignoring your cries.

Eventually the time finally came when your water broke. You laid there in bed panting heavily as you clutch your stomach. Hidan was there, indifferent as ever.

“You gonna push or what?” He asks bluntly. You glare up at him as tears left your eyes. “I can’t do this alone, Hidan! I need a doctor! Take me to a medical nin! PLEASE!”

Hidan rolled his eyes. “Well babe, if you’re not gonna push, then I guess we’ll have to force the baby out of ya.”

You were absolutely fuming. “HIDAN! TAKE ME TO A FUCKING DOC…tor…?” You widen your eyes in horror as you watched Hidan raise his red scythe.

“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!” You shout. “I’m cutting the baby out! Now hold still!” Hidan said with a grin.

You shook your head. You couldn’t believe what was happening. Was this supposed to be your husband?!

“HIDAN NO DON’T-!”

SLICE!

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You wake up feeling pain all over your body. The first thing you saw was a large stitch all over your stomach.

“Bout time you woke up,” a gruff voice said. You turned to see a man in a mask. He had green red eyes. You recognized him as Kakuzu, Hidan’s partner.

“Your idiot husband wouldn’t shut up about me helping you. You owe me money for stitching you together up. I’ll be back for it,” he said in a warning tone.

Kakuzu started to turn on his heel. Without thinking, you grip his arm tightly to stop him. “PLEASE HELP ME! WHERE IS MY BABY?! I CAN’T DO THIS ALONE!”

Kakuzu gave you a nasty glare before yanking his hand away. “I’m not paying for child support!”

Kakuzu then started walking away again. “Wait!” You cry out. “You’re husband is in the living with your new devil. Be sure to have my 3,000 ryo for me when I get back,” Kakuzu says before he slams the door shut.

You blinked as you slowly rose up from your bed a bit. “My…baby?”

As if on cue, you heard the sounds of soft coos coming from the living room. “My baby!” You say.

You got out of your bed carefully, clutching your aching tummy before making your way over to the living room.

You saw a shirtless Hidan sitting on the couch, smiling fondly at a little baby that was wrapped in a blanket.

You make your way over to them and take a good look at your baby girl. She took after Hidan with his silver hair and magenta eyes. She also had her s/c skin, your mouth, and nose shape. She happily sucked on a pacifier that had the Jashinist emblem on it.

You couldn’t help but smile. Hidan smirked at the baby. “Beautiful isn’t she? This bitch is my spittin’ image!”

You glare at him. “Don’t call her that!” Hidan chuckled. “Whatever. Anyways her name is Jashi, and she’s gonna lead the next generation of Jashinists.”

You smiled at the baby.

Jashi. That was a nice name! And she was such a beautiful baby too.

“Anyways, get dressed. The ceremonies tonight,” Hidan said. You looked at him incredulously. “Ceremony?!”

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After getting dressed in your cloaks, Hidan dragged you and Jashi outside that night. You traveled deep into the forest until you heard the sound of music.

You saw hundreds and thousands of Jashinists gathered under a cliff. Some played music in honor of your presence. They each cleared a path for the three of you.

“Hidan, what’s going on?” You whispered. Hidan shushed you as he grabbed your arm and lead you through the crowd.

You both saw the cult leader. He had a pleased smile when he saw the oblivious baby Jashi. “Follow me,” he said. He then turned on his heel and started going up the side of the mountain.

You and Hidan then followed along with the musicians that played the music. The songstress started singing a song about eternal life.

After awhile, you all made it at the top of the cliff. The cult leader pulled out a vile of blood and poured it on his thumb.

Hidan presented Jashi to him and the cult leader used the blood on his thumb to draw a Jashinist emblem on her forehead. Jashi then let out a cute sneeze. Hidan smiled at that.

You raised an eyebrow in confusion. ‘Okay I feel like I’ve seen this in a movie before…’ you thought.

You watched as Hidan hands the cult leader your baby before the leader turns to walk towards the cliff.

“Wait!” You cry. “SHH!” Hidan hissed as he grabbed your shoulder. You both watched as the cult leader stopped at the edge of the cliff.

He raised Jashi up in the air with both hands. All the Jashinist below the cliff bowed down the Jashi as the moonlight shone down on your beautiful babies face.

You frowned. ‘Okay I DEFINITELY seen this in a movie about lions before…this is all so strange…’ you thought.

To your horror, the cult leader let go of your baby and dropped it off the cliff.

“JASHIIIIII!” You screamed. Hidan laughed as you immediately tore off your cloak, revealing your underwear and rush towards the cliff. You pushed past the cult leader to jump off the cliff.

When you got close enough, you grabbed Jashi close and pull her protectively towards your chest.

“Jashi!” You cry.

SPLASH!

You landed in a pool of blood that was apparently pre set up. You bobbed your head up and gasped for air, stilling holding Jashi as your fellow Jashinists cheered for you.

“Where did this fucking pool come from?!” You exclaimed. You looked down at the giggling Jashi seeing how her skin had darken. She also had a skeletal pattern.

“WHAT THE FUCK?!” You screamed. You gasped seeing how your skin had also changed color. “WHAT THE FUCK?!”

You stared at your baby in horror. ‘Jashi’s immortal now?!’ You thought.

“FUCK YEAAAAAAAHHHH!” You heard.

You looked up and saw a naked Hidan jumping down from above. You widened your eyes. “WHAT THE HELL?!”

SPLASH!

Hidan made a big splash, covering you, Jashi, and the other Jashinists with blood. He got above the surface and laughed manically as he snatched Jashi from your arms.

He raised her up proudly like a trophy as your fellow Jashinists cheered once more.

“This is the beginning of the next generation of Jashinists! With my new wife, we’ll complete the ritual by making 9 more children in the name of Lord Jashin!” Hidan declared.

The Jashinists cheered even louder at that. Jashi who was completely oblivious to what was going on, started cheering too.

You stared your husband in horror. You got what you wanted: immortality and power. But now you were losing your sanity as you were gonna be forced to have 9 more children.

You started regretting your life decisions by joining a cultist group, and now you no longer had a choice in the matter. This was your new life for all eternity.

[proudfreakmetarusonikku]

Dream hcs?

Ahaha oh boy do I. Heads up though, there’s some dark stuff in here. Most of the tws are obvious relating to Dream, but there’s also a very brief reference to implied rape in bullet points 6 and 8.

Dream is a god of no particular domain, nor interest in gaining one. He’s absolutely no interest in gaining power in the godly plane, instead preferring to get power in the mortal realm. As such, his only real Godly power is agelessness

He’s one of the oldest beings on the server, vaguely around the age of Philza Minecraft (so several billions of years old).

He, DreamXD, and Drista are “siblings”- gods can’t have siblings since they spawn from nothing, but they see each other as siblings, Drista and DreamXD choose to appear like Dream, and the three of them often share power, information, ect. when they can.

Very soon after he and his siblings spawned, when they barely had any power at all, they were captured by slavers who wanted the prestige of having actual Gods under their heel.

Dream basically immediately agreed to do whatever if he could keep Drista and DreamXD safe. Later on in life, he’d call it pragmatic. Anyone else would say it was anything but.

Dream ended up on display as a caged god, for passerby’s to gawp at and be impressed by. Most only did that. Once guards found out he wouldn’t fight back, terrified for the consequences for his siblings… well, let’s just say that the prison isn’t Dream's first experience with torture.

DreamXD and Drista were also kept in captivity too, in more comfortable conditions and not harmed at all, as leverage. They were still shown off though.

Dream was kept like this for long enough to see generations grow (which he absolutely did- it’s a way to keep the time bored out of your mind. He tried to ignore the ones who resembled him too much). Oh, he could have escaped, but he’d go through anything for kin, and he couldn’t risk them getting hurt.

Of course, when the city was involved with a severe war and burnt down around him, he quickly got the hell out of dodge, brother and sister in hand.

While Drista and DreamXD went off to found cults and religions of their own, Dream solely looked for power in the mortal realm. Be it as a ruler, or something behind the scenes, he didn’t care. He just wanted- needed- power. He’d learnt that without it all that’s assured is pain.

Dream was petrified of anyone learning what he was for a while, constantly switching identities and going into hiding whenever he thought anyone figured out that he was a god. Even after his paranoia subsided somewhat, he retained this habit, and has gone through millions of different identities.

Dream's mask is part of his body- though he can summon and desummon it, it’s made of flesh and bone and hurts to break. He's taken his mask off around only his siblings, and eventually Tommy.

Dream met Techno when Techno was still young, barely even a champion of the Blood God. Both would claim the other started the fight, and both would claim they were the one who won. What they’re both clear on is that they enjoyed it, and they quickly became rivals, usually friendly, sometimes not depending on the war being fought on that day.

It was within the last few hundred years that Dream met BadBoyHalo and Skeppy. Dream found them interesting and stuck around, and eventually developed a friendship, while BadBoyHalo taught Dream the concept of morality (though he never quite grasped it.)

Dream was pretty much considered an adoptive member of the family, and when BadBoyHalo brought back and officially adopted an infant dragon-hybrid and blaze-hybrid, they grew up basically seeing Dream as a brother.

Dream met George in an assassination attempt gone terribly wrong. Not that George was an incompetent assassin- it’s just he didn’t have the advantage of thousands of years avoiding assassination Dream had. He thought the strange human was interesting, and spared his life in exchange for his friendship.

It was not long after this that the idea of the manhunts started. Dream was always reckless, and he and George sparring quickly turned into fighting to the (non-canon) death turned to George hunting Dream down for sport and Dream killing him until he gave up. As Sapnap grew up and his blaze instincts to set things ablaze started, he joined in on the bizarre game, and then news started to spread about the crazy fucker who spends every weekend getting hunted down for sport by his friends.

This was when the rules solidified- Dream would find an untouched server, and look to find the closest ender portal (since the end can’t be entered in Dream SMP, he couldn’t kill the dragon as an end state). If the hunters killed him before, they won. It was a safe, not harmful way to fuel his desire for power- if he had the upper hand he had the power to wipe the floor with everyone else, and even if he wasn’t he had the complete power to end the game the second it stopped being fun.

Dream started filming them, just for fun, and they quickly blew up- sure, it was non-canon deaths, but without the safety measures set up in Hypixel, any death that was too narratively satisfying could become canon.

Quickly, Dream found himself being referred to as “Dream, from the manhunts,” and he loved it. He thrived on the attention he got. He took advantage of this, and became a fairly well known and popular celebrity for his Manhunt sport. A few brave souls would even try the game themselves.

Dream met Antfrost during a game of Manhunt, after BadBoyHalo had joined their games. Dream was hiding in the middle of the forest, when he spotted a strange, two tailed cat, and he only had more questions when the cat turned into a humanoid form and immediately asked for autographs. Turns out the strange nekomata was a skilled magician and a huge fan of the Manhunts. The game immediately stopped for conversation, and Dream found him quite interesting indeed.

Dream found the server that would become the Dream SMP during one of his Manhunts. He didn’t think much of it at the time, but his mind drifted back to it a few times, and he decided to move there. After all, as the benevolent dictator of a small server he could have ultimate power and not hurt anyone (not that he cared much if he hurt anyone, but BadBoyHalo probably wouldn’t like it if he did it without provocation and BadBoyHalo was interesting enough Dream would rather not push him away).

Dream's obsession with Tommy started pretty much as soon as the disc wars did, and honestly it was a huge motivator for all his actions following.

When Dream said he felt villainised in his letter to Tommy in that one line c!Dream apologists obsess over for some reason, he was telling the truth. Why, he was just having fun! If everyone else cared about being ruthlessly slaughtered, well, they’re just spoilsports.

Everyone on the server was personally invited by Dream with a letter (even those after he went in prison- he handed Ranboo the letters and he delivered them). He handpicked who would be the most interesting people to befriend/toy with. The members who are on the server who weren’t are Tubbo (who he let stay because he knew Tommy would find a way to leave if Tubbo was kicked out), JSchlatt initially (who was kicked out until Tommy convinced Dream to let him back in, Ranboo (who Dream let stay because of their very obvious family resemblance), and Slimecicle (who Dream is unaware of the existence of).

Even in the beginning, Dream specifically built the protections of the server to be more focused on keeping everyone in than keeping out intruders- after all, Dream had ways of removing any wanderer and killing any threat. It’s easy to leave the server to visit elsewhere, but if you try and stay out, you’ll eventually just wake up in your bed in the server. Dream pretends it was an error he doesn’t know how to

[thehugwizard]

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#5

An art prompt for my artist friendos who are familiar/like/love RWBY, based on my carrd and my interests that you are aware of, draw me as a RWBY character, with a unique outfit, unique weapon(s) and describe/show what my semblence would be and how it works

420 notes • Posted 2021-01-25 20:33:01 GMT

#4

So i planned this for when i hit 4K followers but im gonna unleash it early becaus the Mortal Kombat movie is gonna be out soon

Mortal Kombat Art/Story prompt

So this would be more noah based then hug wizard based but attempts can be made

The rules for artist:

A unique outfit

The pose can be a fighting stance (you choose the style: Like a style of Kung Fu, Karate, Muay Thai, these are just examples, so get creative) or any other pose seems fun

A weapon can either be drawn being used or below the character sketch

If you want to, i can be fighting some one (so blood and gore are ok too)

Have fun!!!

Rules for writers:

This prompt can either be a bio of my Mortal Kombat self or a story about me fighting in the tournament

You choose my rival or otherwise the reason i have decided to join the tournament

The ending can be good or bad if you are writing a story, this is Mortal Kombat after all, i can always be revived later.

Do your best to write a fight scene, i know action scenes can be hard but give it a shot, work to improve your writing skills

Just like with the artists, have fun!!!!!

For both:

You can mix and match stuff, feel free to add writing or art to the mix if ye want

Only do this prompt if you want to, no obligations

To enter this Mortal Kombat, reblog or comment with "Testing my might" that way i can see who wants to do MORTAL KOMBAT!!!!!!!!!!

Stay amazing and wonderful

424 notes • Posted 2021-04-08 02:48:55 GMT

#3

If you had the ability to wear a mask while playing rock music, what mask would you wear?

Some thing akin to the mask the lead singer of slaughter to prevail wears

426 notes • Posted 2021-06-02 18:12:39 GMT

#2

i know its shitty timing im sorry,,,, ignore this if you want,, do one note day posts really work? im not gonna h//rt myself (maybe except emotionally) i just wanna know if people even care about me.. let alone if i matter.. haven't had the best people/classmates in life (thankfully family is nice) ,,,sorry if im being a bother about this im rambling sorry ignore this if im being annoying or bothering

Awww of course friendo, guys this is a one note a day for our anon friendo!!!!!!

430 notes • Posted 2021-01-21 08:30:15 GMT

#1

Yes i will answer any anon question, regardless of how uncomfortable it makes me, im gonna regret it but i will do it, so go for it friendos

610 notes • Posted 2021-02-24 19:39:43 GMT

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[midnight-motorist]

The Wrong Smile (Tumblr Ver.)

//TW: CHILD DEATH, BLOOD, DARK STUFF//

Literally me just going on an angsty (and honestly rather dark) ramble about the poor little kids that possess the animatronics. If you’re in the mood for some suffering, this one’s for you. (Not an actual story)

This might be terribly sad and emotional or painfully overdramatic. I can never tell which one it’s gonna be, so I’ll let you be the judge. For context, I just came across a comment that pointed out that new fans think the series is scary, while the longtime ones know how sad it really is, and that kinda triggered an hour-and-a-half long thought dump about the tragedy that is FNAF’s true core. (Just to clarify, the reading is not that long, though I am super wordy and have trouble simplifying things lmao)

I also feel I should mention that the bit after the "why?" is written as if from the childrens' perspetive. It's not a very proffessional writing technique to use, I know, but that's the way my brain flowed, and I tried to edit this as little as possible as it was originally meant to be a thought dump.

When you’ve been here as long as I have, you start to realize that the horror is just the surface. What FNAF really is is a tragedy. It’s a desperately sad story about little lives that were ripped away from the ones they loved by a horrific (possibly wounded himself) monster of a man and forced to languish on and on, day after day, long after they should have been at rest; lashing out in confusion and agony and fear like a fox caught in a bear trap, hoping that one of the people they hurt turned out to be the depraved, remorseless killer that did this to them. What’s even more soul wrenching is that that wasn’t as bad as it got. The man behind the slaughter, the man who was colder and more unfeeling than the machines he made, amplified their suffering by tearing their bodies apart a second time to torment what was left of their souls and turn their already insurmountable pain into a wailing, writhing amalgamation of tortured and terrified little ones, bewildered and sobbing in their innocence  and agonized terror, screams rising to a fever pitch only made possible by the sheer degree of their suffering. A high, animalistic cry of pure, blinding white panic.

“ Why ?”

They cry. They don’t know what they did, why they’re being punished; why he’s doing these things to them. They don’t understand, screaming and keening because all they know for sure is that it hurts and they just want to be happy again, even though they have trouble remembering what that used to feel like. He already hurt them so much when he changed from their pretty golden bunny friend into a big scary man with a big scary knife. They thought they were gonna go eat some cake and play with the bunny that made them happy when he sung his pretty songs on stage with all the bright lights, but there was no cake and there was no playtime. Instead, the bunny took them somewhere dark. He got very close to them- they had to look straight up to see his shiny green eyes- and then he took his head off. Except, he had another head. This one was scary. It was smiling, but it was wrong too. Something was wrong, and it made them scared. They said they wanted to go back to their mommies and daddies, but he wouldn’t let them. He said they hadn’t had any fun yet and that he had a special surprise. They didn’t get to see what it was before the sharp thing was covered in sticky red and they looked down, watching that red stuff flood out from their chests, not understanding, fascinated for a split second.

“Was this the surprise? I didn’t know my body could do that!” they thought.

Then a terrible, burning cold pain lanced through them, and they understood; screaming as their world whited out in agony while their bunny friend with the wrong smile plunged his knife over and over into their tiny bodies, laughing like it was the best day of his life.

When they woke, they couldn’t move. They couldn’t breathe. They couldn’t scream or cry for their family. They were lost and scared and unable to find rest in whatever afterlife they believed in, forced to linger on inside the characters they used to love, surrounded by the stench of their own decay and trapped inside the place that used to bring them such delight.

[rurifangirl]

Aight I'm putting It under the cut, so it's safer for moots/followers that might be triggered

So Tw: Religious themes/trauma, and some lil gorey stuff. Also some lil talks about bloodlust

Not just from their group, whicj started acting more odd than anything, but with herself too. She'd have very intruisive thoughts of preying on others around them, or other not so good stuff, that immidiately made them think that they were either a sinner or he was being possessed by a demon. Being fearful to be called like a sinner, having wintnessed how their aftermarth goes, Kuro keeps It all for herself, performing worse because of that. People around Kuro notice that, and are accordingly suspicious as to why.

So first off, Kuro didn't really have his own fam to begin with. They were picked up from a young age by a group of religious people, making her part of their group. At first, everything went kinda well. Since Kuro wasn't exposed to anything dangerous, her view of the world was just that little cathedral, where they all went praying and doing other practises. Sometimes they went all out but, nothing that special. It was like that, until around 15, he started noticing that something Is wrong.

They knew that lying wouldn't make them go anywhere, but they didn't want to disappoint. After things got extreme and even attempted to use a dagger on something as long as It was alive, they confessed everything to their Father. To her surprise, they'd act pretty calmly, at least for some amount of time. He made them feel protected by their group, but if that reimained we wouldn't be here.

A lot of stuff happends between Kuro trying to pray their bloodlust away and the cult deciding her end, but being again brief, they tie them up, using them as an experiment for their new thecnique of exterminating sinners. That also forcefully made Kuro's spider self come out, and,, let's say It didn't end well, at all.

(Though i want to clarify that he was begging not to do It so tbh, they called It for what happened next)

In the end, they were all slaughtered, with very few places not touched by their corpses or what remained of them. Some guts even went as far as being on the building's windows, and after a brief time some corpses were already being consumed by rats.

When Kuro got back in control, they were understandably horrified. Though, frankly they didn't eat as much as he killed, rather than drank some little blood before turning back in conscience, more specifically the Father's one.

Because of It being an extremely traumatic experience, as a response, after them getting away, he'd forgotten everything around that. Sealing that memory away.

And from that, they started his current lifestyle, not knowing what happened in the past and, trying to move on. Their gut feelings mainly come from this experience, and how It shaped her more not knowing how to act human persona.

And considering both 'lifes' are extremely different, so are their personalities and views. Also lil fun fact, I plan for Kuro's desire to become human come partially from this event, as a sign of 'conversion', till a certain point. I'm not implementing religion in this too much tbh, i just want It to be partially also a responce.

I think that's enough cus holy shit when did i start again

I. Wneeed wKuro asksss

[biofunmy]

‘Game of Thrones’ Series Finale Recap: All Hail King Who?

Season 8, Episode 6, ‘The Iron Throne’

In the end, “Game of Thrones” was about blowing up the game of thrones.

At times Sunday’s series finale rendered this literally, as when the Iron Throne itself, the inspiration for most of the terrible things we’ve seen over eight seasons, was grief-torched by Drogon after Jon Snow killed its mom.

More thematically, the show that has been broadly about a society’s transition from murderous, dysfunctional dynastic rule and entitlement politics to a more collectivist model consummated that concept, killing off yet another conquering monarch and replacing her with an elected king.

Of course the thing is, that king is Bran.

It was one of several head-scratchers in a finale that, like much of the season, was a mishmash of poignant moments and puzzling turns.

There were definitely some nice touches, like the dragon-wing shot of Daenerys and the nobles’ guffaws at the mere thought of actual democracy, one of the night’s funnier moments. In some ways, the finale was a compendium of “Thrones” greatest hits: There was yet another regicide, yet another jailing of Tyrion, yet another scattering of Starks.

But the episode, directed by the creators D.B. Weiss and David Benioff (who in the last few weeks have become the show’s biggest villains to a vocal fan segment), was also plagued by the same incoherence that has inspired abundant Twitter rage this season and at least one effigial petition.

There was Jon killing Daenerys and then escaping the immediate wrath of both Drogon — maybe his Targaryen blood helped — and the Unsullied, who instead took him prisoner hours after cutting people’s throats just for supporting Cersei, much less murdering their queen. (And how did they know what had happened, without a body? Did he confess?) There was the eternally fungible size of the Unsullied and Dothraki forces.

There was also the weird pacing that has marred much of the past two seasons, since the show cut from 10 episodes a season to seven last season and then six in this one.

On Sunday, minutes of screen time would be devoted to Jon walking and then, with a quick fade out and in, Tyrion had a bushy beard and the heads of Westeros’s big houses had suddenly appeared in the dragonpit. (Who summoned them?)

After eight seasons of anguish and death that amounted to a case for a new political system — “We need to find a better way!” Davos urged — Tyrion laid the whole thing out in a few minutes, Scooby Doo-style, as Grey Worm glowered nearby but reluctantly went along with everything.

It was clumsy and frustrating, especially because if you squinted, you could see how the outcomes could have been powerful if the lead-ups hadn’t been mismanaged.

Jon’s assassination of Daenerys was the stuff of Greek tragedy — a man murdering his lover for the greater good. (And here’s where I brag about bringing up Maester Aemon’s “love is the death of duty” speech back in Week 2.) Emilia Clarke and Kit Harington gave moving performances, but the scene lacked the impact it deserved because the turn that got us there was unconvincing.

Bran is in some ways a fitting choice for a kingdom that is looking to forge a different path. On a show frequently about how societies that forget their history are doomed to repeat it — in sectarian revenge cycles, conquering tyrants, sacks of great cities — Bran can see all of history. In a realm plagued by rulers who slaughtered their way into power, Bran is physically broken. In a tale in which pride and ego can lead to travesty, Bran has neither.

Tyrion leaned hard into the humility argument and also into a cornier one about stories being the most powerful thing on earth. Bran got shoved from a tower and then became the Three Eyed Raven, Tyrion said. Who has a better story than that? (Rebuttal: Arya and Sansa, sitting on either side of him.)

And as a bonus, Bran can’t sire a lunatic like Joffrey because he can’t have kids at all!

But none of it changes the fact that Bran has long been one of the most unsatisfying characters on the show. He’s almost a man, as he told Jon back in the season premiere, but he’s mostly a tool of convenience designed to relay narrative information we couldn’t get otherwise — whether it’s scouting the White Walkers, revealing “Thrones” prehistory or dropping knowledge bombs.

Bran theoretically has access to all information but seems to access it only when and in which way the story needs him to. This was reflected perfectly by his response to Tyrion’s pitch: “Why do you think I came all this way?” O.K., then why were you so hyped about telling Jon he’s supposed to be king a few weeks ago?

One response might be, because that’s what needed to happen — this is Bran’s response to pretty much everything, which makes it essentially meaningless. This all can sound like nit-picking, but internal logic is part of what gives a story power and resonance. In a show that was once defined by a kind of gritty realism within a fantastical setting, Bran is the ultimate cheat.

So his promotion to the Rolling Throne was a sort of final confirmation that over the past couple of seasons, at least, the series became something different from what most of us signed up for.

“Game of Thrones” became a global phenomenon largely by upending expectations, and one way it achieved that was by using the calcified conventions of the fantasy genre against us. The noble patriarch defined by his morals? Gone in the first season. The prince valiant son who followed his heart? Slaughtered along with his pregnant wife. The gentle giant who lived to protect a plucky young lad? Doomed in multiple ways by the actions of said lad.

This was a Shakespearean saga about power, blood and loyalty, we once told our skeptical, fantasy-averse friends. Not some show about dragons and wizards.

And then in its final episode, a dragon committed the story’s most potent symbolic act and a wizard was put in charge.

It all could have worked better if the past two seasons had felt less like headlong rushes toward predetermined outcomes, at the expense of character and story believability. (Whatever that means in a dragon epic.) I might have even accepted King Bran the Broken and his “everything happens for a reason” rhetoric if the show had just … nah, actually, I probably wouldn’t have. But so many of the things that drove fans loudly crazy this season most likely wouldn’t have if they’d been given more room to breathe. (More on this in a minute.)

The council that elected Bran included some of our favorite people, at least. This included the future Small Council members Sam (grand maester), Davos (master of ships), Brienne (lord commander of the kingsguard, maybe?) and Bronn, who in a fun twist was made master of coin. (As political commentary, putting a louche mercenary in charge of the treasury is pretty great.)

Yara Greyjoy and Gendry were there, too. Randomly, so was the former Suckling Robin, Yohn Royce (I think?), and some other people I didn’t recognize. Edmure Tully made it out of Walder Frey’s cell, apparently, but he’s still the same goober he was when he went in.

The mix of highborn and low was meaningful, and combined with the depictions of the Targaryen Regime — the Nurembergish rally, the tyrannical doublespeak about “liberating” people who had just been butchered — it unsubtly hammered home the show’s main themes: Power corrupts. Working together is our only hope.

Of course, the defining pack of the show was scattered yet again to the corners of the earth. The parting of Sansa, Arya and Jon inspired real emotion, intensified by the fact that just as they would never see this family together again, neither would we.

It was sad to see the Starks go their separate ways again, but they each got fitting ends. Sansa got a crown and an independent North, making her one of the few people in the show actually qualified for the job they have.

Arya is off for further adventures in the land beyond the map. Jon is going back North to where he fit in best of all, a poignant end for a man who was always an outsider, even when he was at the center of things. He’s already made up for his diss of Ghost a couple of weeks ago.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t there when you needed me,” Jon told Bran.

“You were exactly where you were supposed to be,” he replied.

Of course he was, Bran. Of course he was.

A Race to the Finish

Endings are hard, and this one was always going to be harder than most.

That’s partly thanks to a story that methodically killed off its most interesting characters (and some of its best actors) as it winnowed into a more traditional good-versus-evil tale centered on its least interesting ones (Jon and Dany).

And it’s partly because the things that established “Game of Thrones” as a phenomenon — the epic scale, the shocking twists — began to work against it. Plot swerves got more abrupt as the writers tried to stay ahead of the obsessive audience — without the benefit of a blueprint, once the show surpassed the books — and story was sacrificed at the altar of spectacle as the series strove to top itself over and over.

And it’s partly because Benioff and Weiss failed to anticipate the ways in which dramatically abbreviating the last two seasons would exacerbate all of the above.

I don’t pretend to understand the pressures of TV production — logic suggests that with the episodes getting ever more technically complicated, they would take longer to shoot, which results in fewer of them per season.

But didn’t the show already take as much time as it needed, with months and months between some seasons? Why not go ahead and take as much as it takes to get to 10 episodes for those last two? For that matter, why not break up some of these supersize installments from this season into two separate ones that let moments land and things develop less frantically?

I liked the Battle of Winterfell more than most people, but would it have felt less abrupt spread over two episodes? Would Jaime or Dany’s turns have felt more natural if they’d been given time to more gradually unfold? Yes, yes and yes.

But now I worry that I’m starting to sound nit-picky again. And listen: For all of my kvetching, am I saying the show has been ruined, as so many former fans claim? Not at all. (I’m certainly not signing any goofy petitions.)

I will always admire “Game of Thrones” and never forget the wonder of its most provocative moments — Hardhome, Hodor, the Red Wedding, Cersei’s coup, Arya’s killing of the Night King — and the beauty of its quieter ones. I was frequently astounded that such stunning and audacious artistry could be delivered into my living room.

I kvetch because I care. I care because at its best, there was nothing else like “Game of Thrones” on TV or any other medium.

A Few Thoughts While We Turn the Page

• The power of stories and the tension between actual and recorded history were big themes in the finale, and in the show over all. In addition to Tyrion’s rhetoric on Sunday, we saw Brienne faithfully filling out Jaime’s story in the Book of the Brothers — a callback to Joffrey making fun of Jaime’s scanty entry in Season 4 — until she got to his final act. “He died serving his Queen,” she wrote, a single-sentence gloss on one of the most complex and defining plots of this story.

• Then Tyrion himself, the linchpin of so much of “Game of Thrones,” was entirely left out of “Song of Ice and Fire.” A popular theory held that Sam was ultimately going to be the one who wrote the story we’ve just watched. Close. Turns out it was Archmaester Ebrose (the head guy played by Jim Broadbent), but Sam helped with the title.

• “There’s still a Night’s Watch?” Jon asked, speaking for all of us, when it was proposed to him. Yep, Tyrion said, but maybe there wasn’t after all? It just looked like Tormund and a bunch of Wildlings, and then they all headed north of the Wall.

• Freed of their pillaging and storm-trooping responsibilities, the Unsullied are on their way to Naath, all 100 or 10,000 or however many of them are going to live the dream that Grey Worm hatched with Missandei back at Winterfell. Also, if you had Grey Worm in your survival pool, congratulations. Drinks are on you.

• What did you make of the big finale? Did it make you mad about the rise of Bran the Broken? Sad about Jon’s expulsion? Glad Dany got her comeuppance?

• And finally, each of us has a role to play, and now mine is done. But before I stagger toward the horizon like Melisandre and collapse into dust, I want to say thank you to everyone for reading and commenting over the past few weeks (or years). Daenerys, Jaime, Cersei, Jorah, Missandei, Ned, Robb, Rickon, Hodor (Hodor) and about a billion others didn’t make it, but we’re still here. We were the watchers on the couches, and now our … wait, how does it go again?

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screw it youre getting it :D

big tw for... a lot of things. bugs, blood, death, spiders, and addiction (smoking). probably more, so be warned

also there's no flesh. the flesh creeps me out man.

also @roseluckskyy

Basically it's portrayed as a horror au at the start but it turns into comedy halfway through.

So! here we go!

Archivist!Aviators. A tired book gay who was transferred to the Archives and decided to record down all the statements he could. Also made a new area in the institute called "Avatar storage"=an area that has a lot of dedicated rooms for the Avatars to live so he can keep an eye(ha) on them seeing as he sleeps there due to being an Eye avatar. They include things that they liked as normal humans and avatar objects. His own room has a few statements to read in it, a computer with access to the security cameras, and a little area to the side where he can practice baking. He also was married to Skull but their alignment to different entities gave them different needs for sleep (avi needs a bed, skull much prefers sleeping on/in the ground) so that's why they sleep in separate rooms.

Distortion!Vintage. He threw himself into the Distortion to stop The Great Twisting, much like Michael did. He merged with the Distortion, and is just. yeah. Fun fact he plays pranks on the other avatars but none are malicious. Also when Avi brought in the homophobic vase he hissed like an angry cat. His room is basically a hallway with doors leading to nowhere, and the walls have crazy patterns. He likes it :D

Desolation!Army. He went to get a statement about the Cult of Lightless Flame and ended up joining it. He offered himself to be burned at the stake and became a desolation avatar from it. Has a god complex but also not really. More and more pressure is put on him from the cult so he breaks away. Now Avi just has a traumatized Desolation Avatar hanging out in a fireproof room (albeit with lots of flammable things in it) with his dark avatar boyfriend

Dark!Aloha. He investigated The People's Church of the Divine Host and went to get a statement about it. He didn't join the cult but he did hang out with it and the dark influenced him somewhat. He eventually went blind due to unrelated reasons and that let the dark turn him into an avatar. He doesn't really have an special room cause he's blind, so Avi lets Aloha follow him around to get used to navigating without his sight.

Buried!Skull. He got trapped in the box from artefact storage, got freed, and then he read DIG, and dug into a cavern. While exploring, it caved in on him and when he was retrieved, he was alive, but very, very different. He often just... lied in the dirt or in a very enclosed space. His room is very small and the ground is covered in dirt, but a few feet down it was a normal floor. Enrich your local buried avatar's enclosure with some dirt and worms.

Corruption!Rider. He was attacked by Jane Prentiss, and became a flesh hive. It started with him being itchy and then getting clingy with Goggles. When the worms started showing themselves he had already come to terms and he just became a corruption avatar. Goggles does not mind that this means he's technically in a polycule with a bunch of worms. all it means to him is that Rider is just a lot more lovey with him. Rider has a bunch of mushrooms and bugs of sorts in his room but he does seem to just wanna follow Goggles around more than be in his room.

Goggles isn't exactly an avatar but he is kidnaped and replaced by a NotThem. Rider's the one who realized it, fun fact. He pretended to help the NotThem act more like Goggles until he managed to save the real Goggles and had his worms eat the NotGoggles.

Vast!Mask. They know how to read Latin so he helped translate Ex Altora. That day he got struck by lightnin, gained that cool scar, and um. Became a Vast Avatar. His lil room is actually kinda big and pretty empty-at least there's stuff along the edges so Mask can still play video games at least-

Slaughter!Prince. Prince went to try and stop a ritual of the Slaughter's that took place in an active war zone. While it was stopped by agents of the hunt, Prince was actually killed in the attempt. Because you need to die to become an avatar, this led xem to becoming a slaughter avatar. Xe returned and were much more violent. Xe snapped at people more often, got into physical fights with Regent and the other staff... ect. Xyr room is designed to be like a soldier's barracks, only shrunk down to one person (i mean, there is still a bunk bed in xyr room. Xe sleep in the top bunk)

Hunt!Regent. Regent becomes the unlucky victim of a vampire one night and becomes a vamp, by logic of vampires. His already violent nature leads to him getting consumed by an urge to feed not for the payoff, but for chasing them down, hunting them. This leads Regent to becoming a Hunt Avatar. His room is basically a vampire's except smaller-a coffin, gothic bookshelf and chair-with a fridge full of bloodbags for when he gets thirsty in a pinch.

End!Emperor. A bit unknowingly. He doesn't work at the institute (Prince, Gloves, and Regent do, though. So he visits often) but he keeps getting these visions of people dying and how they'll die. He occasionally comes into the institute for either tea with Avi/his siblings, helping watch the entities, or, on occasion, helping Avi record statements. It's gotten to the point where Elias has him on the payroll as a part-time worker.

Web!Gloves. Gloves was a recovering smoker and had decided to try and get to only one smoke a week. They also kept spiders as pets for a hobby! One day, Emperor had one of his death dreams and saw that Gloves was gonna die from a spider. Gloves got bit by a pretty deadly one and was declared dead by the hospital. However, the next day, Emperor saw Gloves walking around the city, holding a lit cigarette. After that bite, Gloves became a Web avatar. They now had "a way with words" and could pretty much manipulate anyone to what they want. They also now can seemingly speak with spiders, and smoking seems to bare no ill effects on them, other than smelling of smoke, even though they're doing it a lot more. Their room in the institute is basically a replica of their one at their house-their spiders moved here, as well-just with a ton of cobwebs around.

So...yeah! It starts out as horror like TMA actually does, but then it turns into comedy/fluff/just the avatars hanging out-

Anyone wanna hear about my the magnus archives coroika au?