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Never again will I live with someone who doesn’t help clean up or clean themselves
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Not the kind of mermaid he was expecting to see...... 😬 I mainly just wanted an excuse to draw a monstrous mermaid disgust :>
THIS one is just plain evil. (fear cannot catch a break lately can he?)
and here’s the sketch ver just because!
#it started out as a doodle istg 😪#also rip nerve#we barely knew ya.#not canon to the mermaid au btw!#inside out#inside out 2#inside out fear#inside out disgust#disear#fashion disaster#my art
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a couple of flustercringes for @re-colligere , happy birthdaaayyy!!!🥳🩷💚
#i know i told you i. wouldn't be able to draw until december ADHSKJHJ BUT. birthdays are an exception Okay!!!!!!!!#ALSO yes that's roz's suit HKJHEKJFHKJWK I DIDN'T. KNOW WHAT CLOTHES TO MAKE HIM HOLD UP LMAO. thought it would be a fun shout out 🩷#but AUHMMM YA hope you have a good one gene!!! 😊 i've been meaning to draw these two anyhow you gave me the perfect Excuse /lh#inside out 2#inside out#inside out disgust#inside out embarrassment#disbarrassment#flustercringe#inside out fandom#sketchbook
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I don’t think your rizz is working my man :/
#no rizz just vaguely threatening posturing and nonchalance#I’m giving them the bingyuan treatment#if ya know ya know#like he’s grown but the Pavlovian instinct for praise from a former tutor and commander is still ingrained somewhere in there#do you see my vision#please say yes I’m going insane#I was gonna color this but I made the base and went wow their uniforms look DISGUSTING together#hetalia fanart#hetalia#hws america#hws prussia#aph america#aph prussia#pruame#amepru#gilbert beilschmidt#alfred f jones#historical hetalia#digital art#my art#commissions open#artists on tumblr#procreate#fanart#digital illustration
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you ever buy weed from a hot, deranged, psychopathic cult leader? no? well, sugar, do ya want to?
under the cut: Kappa/“reader”. coercion/dubcon/noncon. drugs. drugged fuck. knifeplay and blood kink. religious/cultlike ideologies. possessive Kappa. a general air of manipulation and abuse. wet, absolutely unhinged, hard fucking.
“Well, well - what brings you here?”
Kappa hangs in the doorway, resting his head on the frame as he peeks out from behind the door. He’s in the same thing he wore the last time you saw him, some flowy, open-necked bohemian top, so threadbare and worn that there are patches you can see through. He smiles his lopsided little smile and opens the door further, eyes dark and bloodshot. Trying to guess what Kappa might be fucked up on at this very moment is just as fruitless as buying a lottery ticket - the chance of getting it right is comically low.
“I need to… you know, pick up. And my usual guy is out of town, so… I know sometimes you have stuff,” she says, glancing around as if they aren’t on his wide, dusty property. Somewhere off in the yard, one of his strange friends plays fetch with a very filthy, very enthusiastic dog, tongue lolling from its grinning muzzle as it chases a frisbee and proceeds to shake it from side to side.
“Gunna have to be more specific than that, my dear. Kappa has it all.”
God, right - she’d forgotten about the third-person bullshit. She smiles flatly at him and mimes smoking a bowl, to which he laughs a little and moves to the side.
“Well, who doesn’t have that, right? Nature’s medicine. Come on in, don’t wanna let all the cool air out.”
She follows him into the dim, ramshackle home. Random furniture and cluttered countertops, sinks full of dishes with a couple flies buzzing lazily around them, hoping for lunch. The house is dark; most of the light comes in through the crooked slats of the blinds, drawn shut but damaged enough that the sunlight filters through in blazing shafts, illuminating all the dust in the air. Two woman doze off on each other, half naked and intertwined on the couch. One opens her eyes, takes in their guest, and allows them to flutter back shut in her lack of any real interest.
“This is Theta, Sigma… I think you remember them? We’ve met a few times. Girls, why don’t you go lie in the back room so that my… new friend, here… can have a seat.”
Theta and Sigma stir, but mumble and whine about Kappa’s request. He raises his eyebrows and purses his lips for a moment, hands on his hips.
“… are you going to make Kappa ask again?”
He looks like a parent preparing to lay down a punishment. His voice is even and low, something about its quality shifting the air in the room. Their eyes pop open and it’s like neither of them had been sleeping at all. Alert and obedient, they rise up while holding each others’ hands and scurry past him, squeaking apologies. Kappa watches until they’re out of sight, the sound of a door shutting breaking him of his sternness. He smiles again and everything feels even more disturbing, somehow. The switch. He holds a hand out to her and takes it gingerly into his own. He brushes his lips against her knuckles in a chaste kiss, watching her with his deep-set eyes.
“Sorry about that. They got a little fucked up and forgot their manners, it seems.”
“It’s… fine, it’s fine. No big deal.”
“Go on. Sit with me.”
Lowering to the couch feels like a death sentence in some unexplainable way. It’s not unlike any other experience buying weed from the various small-time dealers in the area - dirty house, wasted buddies sleeping off a hangover, weird dudes that just want to have a chat while they sell their goods. Despite this, there’s a vibe here she can’t place. Something that makes the tiny hairs on her arms stand up, something off. She’s already anxious to leave, watching Kappa lift the top to the coffee table to reveal a hidden compartment inside. It reminds her of a much nicer version her grandparents have. She guesses confidently that their isn’t stuffed with different sized bags of weed and little jars full of dried mushrooms, of various pressed pills and powders.
Beside these goodies is a handgun and a hunting knife.
“So - what will do ya? A dub, a quarter? An ounce? We’ve got some serious couch-lock shit all the way from the U-Dub, uh… we’ve got a great Californian purp. Sort of a mid strain from Maine; yeah, real gentle stuff, in case you have a hard time handling yourself.” He smiles and leans back, reaching an arm behind her shoulders as he settles in. He offers her a little wink. “I’ll take care’a ya.”
“I mean… I’m don’t need a ton, it’s just for me. Maybe the Cali stuff, just, like… an eighth is fine.”
“You wanna try before you buy?”
Textbook pickup manners dictate the sharing of the weed, so share she does. His ensuing grin shows his teeth, eagerly packing a scratched-up metal pipe with a frosty, dark bowl. He’s not kidding about quality; his home may not be kept neat, but she has zero doubts about his ability to afford the property. He must make bank. She wonders idly about his roommates and friends as she allows him to push the pipe to her lips, lighting the bowl for her. A true gentleman.
“They say weed’s a doorway; that may be true, but not in the way I see it. Smoking weed didn’t lead me to, say, coke - I tried coke before ever smoking, actually. Smoking, and surrendering to something that’s been around as long as man has walked the earth, I mean… it’s meant for us to consume. You know?”
She nods as he takes his pause, hitting the pipe himself until his chest is puffed out and he’s snorting back the urge to cough.
“Yeah, man. I agree.” Placid, easy. “Weed’s rad.”
Kappa exhales through his nostrils, thick streams of it curling to frame his face, tendrils of it sneaking from between his lips as he smiles in agreement.
“It is rad,” he amends with amusement.
It’s hard to look away from his mouth. His mannerisms and friends are off-putting, and she hasn’t made any significant effort to be around any of them in any given social situation outside of attending the same parties, once or twice on this very property. A polite greeting, a loose comment here or there. All of this to say that she had never noticed just how shapely his lips are, how the way he smirks ignites a curious little spark in her guts.
“You want more?”
“Yes,” she says quickly, and she has no choice but to suffer that knowing smirk as he once again lights her up. It’s already taking effect and doing its intended job - she feels that she could relax back into the couch and let Kappa gaze at her for longer than she’d ever wanted him to, suddenly open to this experience. His hair hangs around his face, tangled and wild and wavy. His knuckles are chapped, fingers slim as they bring the little pipe back to his own lips. He is unblinking as he watches her over the flame, over the burning little leaves.
“You seem a little more relaxed. Seemed a little off just a few minutes ago. Nerves? Are you… you wouldn’t be scared of your buddy Kappa, would you, sweetheart?”
“Not scared,” she says carefully. She shifts a little in her seat and bites the inside of her cheek. “How would you know what I’m like, anyway?”
“Human interaction is a wonderful, complex thing. The energy we give off, the smells, the sounds, the animal magnetism. Animals - that is to say, living, natural beings, blood in veins and flesh on our bones - they can sense these things naturally. I’m very intuitive. Very sensitive. It’s my gift. It’s why I feel so strongly about experiencing new things, about… sometimes teaching other people the beauty of life, of living, of taking back what’s ours. Owning what’s ours.”
“You’re losing me, Kappa,” she teases. “I might need to smoke a little more before I’m on your level.”
“You understand my basic point. I know you’re a smart girl. Open-hearted. You know, you’d really get along with us - Sigma, Theta, Epsilon. That’s who you saw outside, with the pup - Epsilon.”
“What’s with the names?”
“Mmm.” He takes another hit and finally gives her a reprieve from his intensive gaze, eyes practically burning through her flesh. Deep-set eyes. Bedroom eyes. Smoke streaming from his lungs, he nods at himself. “Well. There’s a power in identity. I, as a living being, have the inherent right to choose my path. I give and take and protect the sanctity of natural life and the furthering of that natural life. Part of my process is choosing my own name. I was given my birth-name, and eventually took a new name for myself. Nature is fickle, breakable. Give. Take. Like life. Life is given, life is taken.”
“Getting pretty deep in here.”
“That’s my pleasure as well as my duty as a man,” he muses, licking his lips. “Getting really deep. Planting seeds.”
The urge to scoff, to laugh and look away, to haul her way into a distraction, another conversation, something, knocks her on her proverbial ass. It’s all she can do to pretend she isn’t turning red. It would be easy to blame the heat, to blame the smoke… but he’d see right through that. For all of Kappa’s philosophical ranting, he’s right about his perception of others. She can feel him reading her, studying her like she’s a specimen in some laboratory.
He follows her movement as she ducks her head down, leaning forward to force her eye contact. His lips purse a little and he licks them again, his fingers crawling over her thigh to squeeze. Again, the urge to brush or even slap his hand away is at the forefront, but she doesn’t. She sheepishly meets his eye, ashamed of her own discomfort, her own utter excitement.
“Darlin’ - there is nothing wrong or immoral about these… urges, our collective responsibility as a species. Animals are meant to breed. It’s all in the blood. We’re not - we’re not machines, we’re not meant to be cold, lifeless. Purposeless. The whole fucking thing - the entire idea of these replicants, of playing God and mocking mother nature, it’s… it’s disgusting. But this - us? This is the most natural thing there is.”
In his impassioned speech, Kappa leans closer and closer, hand creeping higher on her thigh. The graceful, long line of his nose is so close she could lick the tip of it. He tilts his head and only then does he break eye contact, watching her lips. His eyes flicker between them and her eyes, pupils wide. It’s hypnotizing, the low purr of his voice floating over the warm afternoon air to caress her ears.
“Kappa…” she can barely breathe. “I - I should… this is -”
“Hey.” Kappa is murmuring, voice soft, but the underlying authority shuts her up. Out of the corner of her eye, she watches with dread as he casually takes the hunting knife into his hand. “Listen, sugar. You have a choice to make. In a second, I could get Epsilon in here and he would be more than happy to hold you down while I show you the meaning of life firsthand. I can make it very, very unforgettable for you… and you have to choose whether that’s gunna be a good thing or a bad thing. If I have to interrupt Epsilon’s time with this task, I’m afraid that’s going to make everyone upset, and that would be very bad for you. Are you hearing me, sweetheart?”
“Yes…yeah, I hear you.”
“What I really think is that you’re tethered by the morals of society. You’re stuck in a prison of the mind, you’ve been poisoned. ‘Sex is evil, trust in technology, evolve, evolve, evolve’. There’s nothing wrong with the way things have been for thousands upon thousands of years; villages of people looking out for each other and keeping the natural balance and order. It’s up to us to restore that order.”
He slowly moves in, attention flickering between her lips and her eyes. Her heart beats so hard she can feel each thump in her ears, in the tip of her nose… between her thighs. It throbs secret and hot there, his hand inching closer by the second. He’s captivating - batshit crazy, but charming in a strange way that keeps her rooted to the spot despite the alarm going off in her brain. She should leave. She should just back away and get to the door - her car’s right outside.
… but she doesn’t. She drinks in his mean little self-satisfied smirk just before he kisses her. His lips are surprisingly soft, his kiss gentle and slow. It almost makes her forget about the knife in his hand. He snakes his hand around the back of her neck and holds her firmly there, knotting those slim fingers into her hair. It hurts as he curls them into a fist. He swallows the surprised little whimper she makes, moaning in return as he becomes more aggressive, her lip between his teeth.
“Now - I’m not in the business of indecency with non-human entities. I’m sure you’re a natural being, but… my convictions are strong, and I need to be a hundred percent sure. Okay?”
“Wait, Kappa… wait. What do you mean?”
“Gotta make sure you’re not one of them. I need you to be real good for me and take off your pants.”
Kappa runs the tip of his knife lightly up her thigh, tickling her with it. He traces it up the seam, breath picking up the closer he gets to her cunt. His lips are plush, kiss-bruised and parted as he stares down at the knife. His excitement permeates everything around them, the air thick with it, his eyes wide and bright and his chest practically heaving. She should have run. She should have run before he had his hand in her hair, a knife tracing her inner thighs. He looks absolutely hungry. He looks up from under those lashes and searches her expression, taking in every detail as though memorizing her terror, tattooing it permanently into his mind for later use.
“I don’t wanna hurt you more than I already have to. And I can’t have you running,” he murmurs. His voice so low, wavering a little as adrenaline rushes through his veins. They cord his forearms, his strong hands. She can see his rapid butterfly pulse in his throat. “Make this easy on yourself, darlin’. Faster you listen, the faster I can make you feel good.”
He uncurls his fingers, allowing her space to do as he asks. Still he hovers, knife ever present and threatening. His eyes are manic, sliding over each new inch of exposed flesh as she unbuttons and pushes her pants, her panties down her hips, off her legs in a few clumsy kicks. With the knife, he motions at her shirt - up, up.
“Kappa…”
“I could do it for you, if you like. But what I’m not gunna do is ask twice… this is your last warning.”
In contrast to his soft, smooth voice is the undercurrent of malice. Self-assured. Not a hint of doubt in his mind, focused on his intentions and making zero room for failure or disobedience. There’s a sense of authority, of somebody well accustomed to being followed without question. He reaches into the table to fish a small glass vial out, flicking the cork loose with his thumb before he sprinkles a generous line on the dull edge of his knife. He snorts it off and gasps a little, shaking his head, wiping the white off his nostril. He hums with pleasure and does another, much smaller line, before offering her one of her own.
“I’ve never done anything like that,” she says quietly.
“I look forward to the pleasure of opening you up to all kinds of new things.”
He nods encouragingly, as if to say, bottoms up. Like feeding a child medicine, like convincing somebody to drink poison. She pleads with him for a moment with her eyes and he pets her thigh, squeezes softly. He sets his jaw and waits, unwavering. She does as asked - what choice does she have with a knife in her face? - and snorts the baby line, wincing at the way it burns fire up into her sinuses. She paws at her nose like an animal, rubbing it, wiping it to relieve the discomfort.
“It fucking burns, fuck.”
“Yeah, that will happen. You get used to it with time. Now - come on, let’s… get this…”
Trailing off, he guides her to straighten up so he can peel the shirt off her body. Defeated, she raises her arms and allows him to pull it over her head, immediately crossing them over her body once liberated of her top. He clucks his tongue and pries her arms open, taking all of her in. Every curve, every dimple, every freckle, every detail. He wastes no time in pulling her bra off the same way, and her face burns with shame as she squeezes her eyes shut.
He angles her chin with his fingers, cooing down at her to look at him, open her eyes. She does as requested and he smiles tenderly down at her.
“I promise this will only hurt a little bit. But I have to do it. It’s my will and duty to do it,” he says, and there’s a feeling in the back of her mind that he’s convincing the both of them. The thing she can’t deny about his manic, lidded eyes, the way his mouth is set in a triumphant smirk, is that it’s utterly intoxicating. He’s beautiful in some strange way. The tension in the air is thick and palpable. Suffocating.
He turns his attentions to her thighs and draws in a shaky little breath. Without ceremony, without warning or preparation, he turns the knife and draws it efficiently in a line on her inner thigh. Blood beads up almost immediately and the skin splits open as though blooming, a red, dripping little mouth. The pain is immediate and she cries out, afraid to move but unable to recoil from it. He holds her thigh down, making a sound that could have been him clearing his throat or a grunt of pleasure.
“Oh, there you are. There you are. Natural as ever.” His voice goes low, hoarse, and he presses the heel of his palm against his hardening cock. “A real woman, flesh and blood and sinew. A real woman for a real man.”
He does it again, draws the knife in a quick, shallow slash, and then again, again. Most of them aren’t as deep as the first - most of them don’t yawn open and reveal the layer of flesh underneath, but they all run blood down her inner thighs, soaking dark little spots into the cushion of his old couch. He pants until he’s practically hyperventilating, and brings the blade up to his mouth. Closing his eyes, he savors licking it clean, moaning, pulling at his shirt until he tosses the weapon back into the table’s compartment and yanks it off. The body underneath is long, milky pale.
“The taste of you - I need more of you.” He hooks his hands underneath her knees and yanks, pulling her down and spreading her legs open. He kisses her abused inner thighs, ignoring her fingers tugging into his hair as she pleads softly for him to stop, to be gentle. He runs his tongue over them, pushes inside of the deepest wound just a little, just enough for her to grit her teeth against a scream, to trap it back in her throat. “That’s it. There’s a good girl. You let Kappa take care of you, let me show you - fuck, I want all of you. Every single bit, mine.”
His flushed face is smeared with red, lips wet with it as he licks them. Her blood is on his teeth as he grins, wolfish, kissing up and up and up until he presses a soft kiss against the lips of her cunt. He drags his tongue between them, slow. Calculated.
“Kappa.”
“Tell me how much you want it. Tell me you want me to taste your blood, your cum. Tell me you’ll give me everything.”
He goes back to work, awaiting her response with all the patience of somebody used to a little insolence. It takes time to break a new one in, right? And she’s so very shiny and new, a challenge. A territory to conquer and claim, all this soft, generous flesh, all this clean mind to furrow into and spread like a disease.
“I… I want… you, I want you.”
Kappa moans and the vibrations against her send her into a new realm of pleasure. Something rhythmic, quick, powerful - whatever he gave her is slowly worming its way into her bloodstream, into her brain, making everything soft and hard all at once. Electric. Vibrant. Time both stops and speeds by, sweat beading at her hairline as she writhes under his mouth, under the sensation of his fingernails catching into a fresh wound. It all boils down to some horrible base sensation. All of it has her grimacing in pleasure - there are a hundred reasons she shouldn’t be here, shouldn’t be doing this, the bright red alarms in her body screaming for her to GET UP, LEAVE, RUN, STOP, STOP, ESCAPE ESCAPEESCAPEESCAPE—
And she lay anyway, the circle of her overstimulated thoughts coming back again to Kappa’s mouth, his tongue and lips and fingers and teeth, his body the color of moonlight even though she knows the sun is blazing hot and sticky outside. Girls trapped in a room. Her trapped on the couch. Kappa trained expertly on her clit, lapping, moaning, drooling. Something about all this must make sense, it all comes together, somehow - but exactly how eludes her. She’ll remember later, maybe. She’s responsible, dependable. Smart. Maybe this is why Kappa likes her so much. Maybe he has something to share, maybe what he’s saying makes a little sense. Maybe. Maybe, maybe. The only truth is the way he eats her alive, the way he clings to her thighs and moans into her cunt like he can’t live without tasting her another second.
“Kappa,” she gasps. “I’m gunna cum.”
Kappa lifts his face and wipes this chin on the back of his hand, pupils eating into the ocean of his bright irises. It’s like a perfect eclipse. There’s something there, something in the meaning of it all; she feels on the cusp on something important, life-changing. Kappa stares so deeply into her that she can feel him reaching down into her heart, into her fucking guts, into the core of her. Squeezing. Knowing. Exploring. Everything is heightened, everything feels like some kind of milestone; how could she have missed any of this before? How did she never notice the way his hair falls into his eyes? How did she miss the exact curve of his cupid’s bow, of the way his throat curves into the cradle of his collarbones?
“I know,” he says softly. He breaks his gaze to pull his trousers down - they’re so thin, the material. He unties the front and pulls them down his slim hips, cock bouncing out, and she has to hold her breath. He’s thicker than expected. He gives her a knowing look, again, constantly - he seems to pick up so much. Doesn’t he? Is this - is this her own mind? How did she not see how he sparkled before, how smooth his skin is? How good he feels even breathing against her?
What did he make her take? And how can she feel so much, and can she feel more, can she do this more often?
Kappa smiles, and it’s so kind. He strokes her cheek with his thumb like he hasn’t drugged her, cut her open, forced her into her current position. He smiles like he’s proud, like he’s glowing and the only thing in the world, and he is. He is the only thing in the world. She marvels up at him and waits for him to speak. He must be accustomed to this. He takes his cock into his own hand and strokes lazily, rubbing himself against her, up, down.
“Don’t worry,” he whispers. He lines himself up to plunge into her, and she can’t help but match his breath - panting, desperate. Sweating. He licks whatever tears remain on her face - she’d forgotten they were there. Tears, sweat, blood, cum - what’s the difference? “Oh, little lamb. Don’t worry. Kappa will take care of you.”
He thrusts into her with all the softness of a battering ram. He’s balls-deep before she can even utter the first shriek, high-pitched and whining. He breathes it in, leans down to seal his lips against hers again before they’re both taking in each other’s moans, melting together with each vicious thrust. He pounds into her, hands unable to decide what to do - to grab her by the face, to dig his fingers into her plush, aching thighs, to run them up over her chest to fondle her there. He slows his pace only to lean down and pay attention to her nipples, his tongue and lips and the threat of his teeth.
“Touch yourself.”
There’s no argument - there are barely any coherent words left inside of her. Everything is pushed out and filled by Kappa, his cock, his words. His drugs.
She reaches between her thighs and he slows his pace, the roll of his hips delicious. His hair hangs down and tickles her face. She can do nothing but rub at her clit and stare up at him, and he beams down at her, smirking. The sharp angles of his face, the traces of her own blood still present on his lips. Sweat, pulse, flesh, blood.
“You gunna cum for me, sugar? Can feel it - can feel your tight little cunt squeezing against me. Is - oh, is that the spot?” He settles into a new rhythm, the head of his cock dragging over and over the same hyper-sensitive nerves inside of her. Her breath hitches and she’s practically sobbing, begging him, nodding when words fail. Her fingers are so wet. The sounds their bodies make together seems deafening - her fingers making hurried circles around her clit, his cock relentless in filling her slippery pussy. Her whining, his soothing voice as he builds her closer and closer. It’s painful, it’s passionate. She could die right here. He could plunge that knife into her throat and she’d still cum for him.
“Kappa. Kappa, I’m so close, I’m sooo close.” Pathetic. Mewling. She hyperventilates and her body shakes underneath him, like she might come apart. His eyes are so bright. He’s so focused.
“I know. I know,” he says. “Tell Kappa what you need.”
“I - I need - I need you, I need you. Please.”
“I’m right here. You’re doing so well, look at you - trembling. Gunna cry for me? Go on - cry for me. I want all of you.”
She hadn’t realized the tears building until he brought it to her attention. As if on cue, as though her body has decided that Kappa’s word is as good as truth, they spill over her lashes and track down her cheekbones, and she’s sniffling, soft little gasps and whines as he leans down to trace those tracks with his tongue. He moans, breath hot against her face. He kisses her wet eyelids before kissing her mouth, and the feeling of those shapely lips pushes her past the edge. Every muscle in her body tightens to its limit and she’s cumming for him, finding her voice after all that pitiful whining as she moans and sinks her nails into his back.
“There. There you go, good girl, good girl, fuck! You’re so good for me.”
His pace picks up and loses its poetic, slow grind, and he’s grunting and growling like a beast, like he aims to fuck her in half. Their bodies slap together and she’s seeing stars behind her eyes, crying out when he bites at her throat and sucks her flesh between his teeth. An animal playing with its dinner. In a matter of minutes, he’s stiffening up, pace stuttering to a few deep, mean thrusts as he empties into her. There’s a part of her that thinks she can feel it, his seed hitting the tender curve of her cervix and coating her from the inside.
There’s a shared pause in which they catch their breath. He idly fondles her tits as he comes down from the thrill, careful with her. The mischievous spark is still in his eyes, but they’re softer, too. Subdued.
They re-dress in silence. She catches him staring at the cuts on her thighs as she grabs her pants, her shirt.
“I should - I should probably get these fixed up,” she mumbles. In the comedown of their act, the fear returns in a cold trickle down her spine. Her heart never slowed down - where it was hammering in the cage of her chest for what he was doing to her moments before, it now beats for what he might still do to her if she remains. She feels like an alien, realizing for the first time that she’s done something she cannot undo in a territory that isn’t her own. Unsafe. Targeted. She’s a fucking idiot - how did this happen? Her mind races with trepidation, with the drugs still coursing through her heart in the thick, viscous blood there. There’s a thought, a mental picture of him with his hands buried elbow-deep beneath her ribs, naked body smeared with blood as he prizes his fingers around her heart to pull it out. The things he would do.
“Don’t,” he says simply. He pulls his trousers up and ties them. “I want to see them next time. Want ‘em to scar up nice. No ointment, no bandages.”
“What? Wait - next time?”
Kappa flashes a grin as he straightens up, shirtless and flushed. There are red marks where she’d dug her fingers into him, on his chest, on his back.
“You don’t think you can stay away from Kappa, do you?” He narrows his eyes and shakes his head a little, wagging his finger at her like a bad pet. “You know better than that, my dear.”
The fabric of her pants scrapes against her wounds and she has to wince. The sharp, prickling pain of them is intense, throbbing. Kappa’s territory. She almost forgets to grab her bag as she fishes some bills from her purse, tucking the weed into a pocket and tossing the money to the table.
“Thanks for the… uh. Thanks. It was…” she struggles to find the words. He stalks slowly up to her, and she wants to both back away and kiss him all at once. “It was - enlightening.”
“Right. Very,” he agrees, clearly amused.
“Well, I - I’ll see you around, Kappa.”
He leads her to the door and winks at her, like sharing a secret. Across the yard, Epsilon has stopped playing with the dog. He sits in a patch of dry yellow grass and smokes a cigarette, eyeing them from a distance with interest. Kappa glances at him and back at her, taking all of her in as his eyes trace the line of her body, lewd, hungry again. He tongues the edge of a tooth and watches her fixate on his tongue, clearly pleased with himself.
“You certainly will.”
#i do have the same words with more formatting on ao3#if you have an acct there and wanna gimme a kudos and a view i'd thank ya kindly#kappa#black mirror#black mirror beyond the sea#black mirror kappa#kappa x reader#kappa/reader#18+ mdni#rory culkin#lemme know what you think you disgusting little hellions#more to come#god i loved writing this bro fuuuuuck#kappa can GET! IT!!!#murder me madman#my writing
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Clara Oswald being hated because she's an adrenaline junkie reckless narcissistic hyper energetic quick thinking smartass makes a lot of sense, that's an Ashwini I fear.
And then Twelve gets it, they're exactly the same cause they're both Ashwinis. Oh and also makes sense how they're so obsessed with each other. Toxic ass co-dependent ass duo. The twins can't stay away from each other.
It got so bad that he had to wipe his memories of her when they separated because he was losing his fucking shit. Kinda like what happens when a twin loses their sibling. (I'm not just calling them twins due to their synastry, I'm cornier than that). I mean he spent nearly 5 billion years trying to get her back, that's his twin.
nobody: ...
nobody at all:
twelve: "WHERE IS CLARAAAA!!? I WANT CLARA SAFE AND UNHARMED NOW OR FEEL MY WRATH AND BURST TO FLAMES!!!!!!!! 😡🤬"
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he's actually so insane for this and the funniest thing ever is that she'd do the same for him cause they're both relentless and ashwini as hell as the ashwini kumaras are INSEPARABLE.
Also... I accept the Oslock crackship (Clara x Sherlock Holmes), I get it know. She'd totally wind him up cause she's so full of shit.
Also she looks like Ashwini Sun Emma Watson.
Like deadass, that's Hermione Granger.
#random#twins as in... ASHWINI KUMARAS BITCH!#told ya ashwini x ashwini is real#rory x jess my best ashwini x ashwini onscreen pair#clara and the twelfth doctor disgust me deep in my heart#GET OFF EACH OTHER (platonically ofc)#vedic astrology#astrology#aries#ashwini#ashwini kumaras#Youtube
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Hottest JJBA Outfit Bracket - Jonathan Joestar Preliminary Poll
#alright i personally have stronger feelings about his outfits i hate than the ones i love#because what the FUCK is that pink sweater vest what the hell jojo where did you even find that#it's disgusting i hate it please burn it and never wear it again#the ogre street outfit is too beige for me even if i do like the cape#the wedding outfit and the purple tie one are cute but they don't make me think of jonathan specifically ya know#i guess i'm voting for the main outfit its cute and i love a pretty boy in a crop top#jonathan joestar#phantom blood#jojo no kimyou na bouken#jojo's bizarre adventure#jjba#who's hotter jjba#hottest jjba outfit bracket
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i know this has been said before, but as a queer girl who grew up in a strict catholic school, this exact moment really fixed something deep within me
#i took this photo for mostrizzaward (shoutout! love ya!) and its soo cute so i wanted to post#theyre just… so happy :(( queer joy#i love them being silly even if i have to witness their disgusting roleplay#dan and phil#dnp#phan#dan and phil games#amazingphil#danisnotonfire#daniel howell
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Whumpee is woken up by the feeling of choking and pulling at their throat, and they feel the urge to cough.
A gentle hand squeezes theirs, and a soft voice whispers from their bedside.
"It's okay darling, surgery went well. You'll probably feel a bit hot for a while, you spiked a bit of a fever there..."
Whumpee looks around, confused. The gentle voice continues.
"Do you know where you are? We had to take you to emergency surgery, but you'll be okay."
Whumpee immediately realizes, and their surgical pain, exhaustion, fever and loneliness catches up to them. They start hyperventilating, and sobbing. They just can't stop the tears.
"It's okay dear, you'll be okay, try to breathe regularly." The gentle nurse squeezes their hand again.
"We're taking you back to your room now, so you can sleep off the anesthetic, alright? You did so well."
#so ya girl got emergency abdominal surgery lasr night#and this is what happened word for word#so i thought#i must write a post for whumpblr right NOW#sicknario#fevers#caretaking#exhaustion#tw hospital#injury#surgery#anesthesia#also intubation gives you the most disgusting cough ugh
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#natasha cloud#phoenix mercury#wnba#ya know these might be my first tash gifs of the season??? and isn't that fucking disgusting by me ahhh#but she just went to a team that i don't particularly like lmao so [shrugs] still looooove her tho
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have some bingqiu cause they’ve taken over my life for the past 2/3 of a year
i love when binghe is portrayed as awestruck and infatuated with sqq, so of course i had to draw that
i love these two characters so much, and my irl friend tells me i may or may not have become a teeny tiny bit obsessed… oh well! if sqq wants to take over my life, then he is free to do so <3
these characters are literally what drove me to begin writing fics again, so like, that’s something! (btw if ya wanna read my ongoing fic about parent!sj and child!sy, then it’s called “born of a tear” on ao3 (my user is useronhiatus (idk how links work on tumblr)))
have these two skrunklies for now <3
#fanart#svsss#mxtx svsss#svsss fanart#shen qingqiu#luo binghe#they’re so in love#it’s disgusting#jkjk#bingqiu#them <33#scum villian self saving system#idk what else to tag#so here ya go
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I just wanna highlight that this -
Is the same guy as this:
Sir. I have so many questions but most importantly why. How does one go from 'I'll literally kill you for breathing in my vicinity' to 'naaaaaw cute lil bebe, so soft so squishy' by simply TURNING one's fucking head.
He is literally two faced.
#as i said before#serious case of babyface#nr 1 is a mature middle aged man#nr 2 is jonny from down the street whos pissed he got asked for his ID again#like whats going on with the dissonance i can't#why is he like that#i hate him#ya see what i mean with gaunt and massive shadows?#also his lips just ceasing to exist whenever they're not relaxed?#i mean relateable but still - sir#personally i hate to adore it#just goes from ruthless to 'soft' in seconds its disgusting#not sure if they intended for him to have this feature#but tbh it fits rly well with his overall vibe#makes ya ponder how much of which version is just a mask#also this is why im so biased towards portraits esp at a slight angle#soft squishy#gets me every time#glad i'm not in fact living in the fictional world of FR cuz id be dead in 2 minutes flat considering my thoughts rn
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One last treat. A quick sketch of Dan and Dani (she’s older).
I cannot wait to get to Dan’s arc in the comic after writing more of it out tonight, the boy deserves it :DDD
#danny phantom#fanart#my art#artists on tumblr#dannyphantom#art#phandom#danny phantom fanart#dani#Dani phantom#dan#dan phantom#dark danny#siblings#she would drool on his arm and he would be disgusted but not move her#ya don’t understand my obsession with these two
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#Castoria#Shirou Emiya#Fate Grand Order#FGO MEME#Fate Grand Order meme#If you don't get why Castoria hates Shirou you either didnt understand LB6 or havent read LB6#lost belt 6#Honestly im kinda with Castoria on this one#I like Shirou#but like#Castoria is 100% in the right#Like “ya lets go traumatized kid that doesn't get to live his life.”#Castoria would look at Shirou in disgust after one conversation#Which is funny because Saber is all like#YIPEEE YAY YAY YIPEEE#When Shirou shows up#lmao#Fairies do numbers y'all
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Bruh the cut from hickey sticking his fingers into exposed brains to the monkey digging in a can of veal cutlets is just 😙👌 disgusting
#brilliant incredible amazing disgusting repulsive iconic#the terror amc#the terror#the terror spoilers#i guess??#it's 6 years old and the book's been out since 2007 so ya know
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she like celine n louboutins 'cause she's pricey
#bit more random guy lore for like. the five of y'all that are invested lmao#anyways love when he's kinda disgusting but still cute w it (fr tho he's gotta stop puking blood like bruh 😭)#n yeah ya boy a lazy bitch so no render lmao but it's fine it's 4 am#idk ill probably come back to it once ive slept#random guy#ocs#oc art#original character#non fandom art#art#illustration#tw blood#tw weapon#krita
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