#yeah no uhhhhhhhh that’s kinda it

[nathsolkyoako]

Some thoughts for my alphonze design in New cause I actually thought abt this a lot for some reason

Alright so first and foremost his initial discription was :

(Episode 44. timestamp is in video)

Barber bowl hat (???????) with goggles on it (mostly for decoration I don’t think he’d need them, meaning a lot of him was designed more for looks than being functional)

Metal face with ‘gentle gaze’ (which is why I draw his eyes like that lmao) which leads me to believe that he wasn’t originally made as a body guard (probably a performer of some kind seeing the rest of the discription) because the main point of a body guard is to look intimidating. Maybe him and his partner at the time were supposed to be a kinda good cop bad cop type beat idk. As well as his stupid ass mustache that’s like described as twirly?? I’m not doing that shit as you’ve seen with my other drawings I’m keeping it simple he’s metal who gives a shit

“Clothes are all buckles and straps” (he has guns /j. (Unless the other option-)) probably just trying to fit the steampunk theme that was Edison kingdom I don’t see people mention the Trenchcoat a lot but hey bros never mentioned anyways. Regardless I’m guessing it’s either for insulation (like it’s rlly cold there or smth) to cover his not so fitting clothes which are..

“1920s accapella quartet member” tbh I have no fucking idea I just imagined that guy from dark picture anthrology and went with that. So like kinda fancy clothes? Iguess? With like a vest maybe bowtie and like collared shirt underneath. I just gave him some, Idk basic ass pants and boots cause why not those weren’t really described

I hate his stupid ass official art so I’m not gonna talk abt that. And also the fic isn’t at that part yet so I’m gonna keep with his first description for now

Anyways I’m thinking because blossom isn’t working in the law, alphonze was probably repurposed from like a singer/performer (also probably why he had so many accent and language options) and had added in programming for being able to. Idk do body guard stuff. So fighting and. Idk other, things. Also because client confidentiality is a thing that exists I think (literally just me thinking this I have no proof) he was wiped of previous knowledge of other clients only having basic information about the things he’s done/people he’d met. I also apply this later you’ll see (:

Anyways both of those “jobs” he’s had most likely didn’t include being able to ‘drive a boat’ or whatever it’s called so because I also don’t know how boats work (especially not pirate ships. I mean who does the jrwi crew doesn’t either) I decided to just let him figure it out! Kinda simple I guess! Also I don’t think Edison kingdom would have many things that aren’t mechanical/magical so a completely wooden boat would feel very foreign to him

I think that because of the repurpose (from whatever he was before to body guard or wtvr) was what caused him to ‘malfunction’ into being more sentient. I wrote a whole thing abt this before with jrpwi alphonze (who I also play lmao) but I think this is also a thing that happens frequently in Edison when making war forged so there’s precautions set up in their constructs so they don’t break out and not want to follow orders. Because war forged were made to be workers I don’t think they’d (the creators) would want them wanting to have rights and opinions and stuff

Sorry for this comparison but I’m imagining it as like. Yk how in fnaf help wanted in the vr there was that one mini game where you make the drink recipes for the soda machine and you have to give the work bits or wtvr they’re called like breaks and shit and if they want to revolt they’re shut down. I imagine it as kinda like that

Here’s my doodles for it have fun reading (please read it it’s so neat)

Shit wait I almost forgot dude was described as like constantly expelling steam and stuff so he’s probably have a bunch of vents and fans and stuff. So he’s probably not that quiet (I hc that he’d make different sounds depending on how he’s feeling thus starting the “robopurrs” and “catgirl alphonze” lmaooooo)

[pup-pee]

y does it feel so SO wrong 2 share ur opinion???

[getosugurusbangs]

finished reading welcome to the nhk. what the fuck 😀

[chibishortdeath]

Man, social media is hard.

I have an account on Instagram, but I just wanna leave it. And it sucks cause I had ok luck with it for a while, but it’s barely useable at this point. Hashtags are completely fucked, the algorithm changes every two seconds, the switch of focus to video content kills all hope for most people posting images, and now they’re doing stupid Ai shit soon! Great! Wow! So lovely!

I’m debating making an account on some newer smaller social media and seeing how that turns out. Bigger ones just have all been going straight to shit. I’ve heard a little buzz about Cara, but eh idk about it yet.

Anyway, I think I’m going to be officially moving my main focus to maybe here in tumblr, the few discord servers I’m in, and then whatever other smaller platform I decide on. Maybe eventually I’ll have a toyhouse account and can hopefully start selling adopts or something.

But yeah, social media is hard, ugh…

[fairymint]

day ten billion probably, of not having what you would consider a 'normal' human verse for Felix active

it's ok we'll get there someday with some fandom, lmao

[killerforthepies]

I’m actually really curious. What are everyone’s top 5 garages songs. I’ll start lol– in no particular order– it’s pathetic/spineless, unremarkable derrick krueger (live at takeover), double play, flooding/drowning, and park it (live at riv). ok your turn.

[astrxealis]

i think sandalphon theme

[indigos-stardust]

Yeah I'm gonna be real I kinda forgot about the progression of time... and its like

nearly the end of mermay for me sooooooooooooooooooo

uhhh, shadow was supposed to eventually have leopard shark prints, I was gonna fix up greens color scheme a smidge, have them lined up to be correct sizes (reds alot smaller), make blue have pure white hair, and tidy everything up

but uhhhhhhhh idk when I'll get to that so have this for now (also I'm sorry I haven't answered all my asks yet sdjfbdkjsfbkdfs)

[magg0t-king]

Yo! So I saw your OC Tony awhile back, and I just really wanna learn more about that him.

Any specific headcanons for him?

GRAAAAHHH TY FOR ASKING ABOUT HIM (Keep them questions comin'!!/hj?)

uhh... CW'S: Idk.. Butchie? Horrorporn quick mention. I guess home life mention? Nothing bad ig. There's no actual explicit or NSFW stuff in here. Maybe a joke or two, but these are mostly silly stuff. Might wrote more about him later

🫁To start, his childhood wasn't shitty, but it wasn't great yknow? The good ol' toxic masculine dad and busy yapping mom. Plus being bullied wasn't the most ideal.

🫁 Believe it or not, this man DID IN FACT graduate from med school with an MD (A doctor of medicine (MD) is a physician who has earned a medical degree and is qualified to treat patients).. Thus meaning that this man can legally perform surgeries!!! He's not stupid, just a creep.

🫁His favorite game series us Postal, def in the top 5% for playing the game the most. Dirty Dangles (P4 brain damage) is his ringtone.

🫁Does this man take abuse? No. Despite obviously being totally frraky in da sheets with butchie, TONY THROWS THEM PUNCHES BACK! Lovingly... Sorta.

🫁Also he and Butchie aren't dating. It's like a fwb kind of situation... Sorta... They go to concerts together.

🫁His 'voice claim' (or whatever) is Billy Ray Stillwell from Twisted Metal Black, a good ol' southern boy. (this guy btw)

🫁He's pretty loaded from his work. Physician during the day, Horror pornstar at night, illegal body mods on the weekends! Reow!

🫁 He knows how to use a shotgun. Don't undermine his skills.

🫁As said in a few posts ago, he shares an apartment with Pete... Which it's not exactly the most ideal living situation, but hey- it works... Kinda!

🫁Does he have a dog? No. Cat? Nuh uh. A pet fish??? Hell no!... THIS MAN HAS A FUCKING KING COBRA AS A PET! It eats the apartments rats and likes sleeping beside him. The cobras name is Daria.

🫁This mans immune system is so damn high... Give him syphilis and he'll be as good as new within half a week! Can't handle his shrooms tho sooooooooooo...

🫁Tonys favorite horror movie is actually American Mary! Tame, bloody, and totes girl boss.

🫁He likes My little pony because it's the only animated series to catch his short lived attention.. Rainbow dash jar?? WHAT-

🫁This man isn't a short twink. Hes a 6'3, sweaty texan who has a huge love for gar and ugly ass fish.

🫁Butchie went to his med school graduation. That's all I'm gonna say.

🫁Uhhhhhhhh..... Idk. Tony has a janky ass lowrider. Like- the AC sucks, the radio is shit, and it smells like gas station pizza all the time... But it gets the job done.. And it can go duper fast!!!! Vrooooooom!!!

🫁Please ask Tony about MLP or Postal. He hyperfixates SOOO HARD on those.

🫁Certified drum player!!

🫁He loves old PS2 games...

🫁ALSOALSOALSOALSO- Did I mention that he can to a successful backflip??? Yeah eltingville ocs... Beat that! 🙄/j

[dragonofeternal]

RIGHT!!! like-

I think that elements of their maladjusted weirdness can sometimes get in the way of them being able to have a more traditional relationship/Knives ever being willing to admit there's something going on there that can make it hard to work in prose, but that doesn't negate the relationship that does exist??? And figuring out how to either push that canonical dynamic to find something that lets them touch and connect and have a moment of openness ORRRRRR playing out the natural consequences of how fucked up they are about/over/to/with each other is the fun of it!

Also I just. Have a lot of feelings and thoughts about how Legato talks and acts like everything he does is in Knives's best interest while actively defying his orders. He's like a cat knocking things off the table the second his owner's back his turned and then demanding headpets because Knives didn't need that anyway!

They are a savior and his martyr! They are a two-man crab bucket of perpetual misery! They are so fucking weird and complicated and-

and some things about them are honestly LESS weird if you assume it's a sex thing.

For instance- Legato's got a broken spine is wearing some sort of orthopedic straightjacket while kneeling in front of Knives, who is in turn wearing some sort of Phantom of the Paradise-lookin' gimp suit.

Dear god is this so much less weird if it's a sex thing.

No wonder Midvalley hates his job XD

Perplexed afresh every time I have The Millionsummers Conversation with someone and it becomes apparent that they see the maladjusted weirdness of the dynamic as an obstacle to or real-life moral failing of the ship, rather than as the very thing that makes it entertaining to think about in the first place.

[wazzappp]

I drew. a lot for this. Also heads up for non RE mutuals this is going to be. confusing for you. I'm going to do my best to annotate and provide context but you are in for a wild ride.

Anyway long ass lore post for how Lisa and Robbie go from fighting to working together in this AU.

In the RE8 cannon all of the Dimitrescu daughters are made at the same time but for the sake of ✨the situations✨ I am going to change that. Lisa lived the longest as a human before being assimilated into the mold with a Cadou (infecting extension of the Megamycite). Technically her 'sisters' are older than her, as they were assimilated a while ago. Lisa has been a member of house Dimitrescu for about 2 years now. This puts her in this. Weird middle child zone. She wants to make her 'family' proud but she's also aware that what makes them proud isn't really the most achievable thing in the world (expecially with Bela to contend with. Older sibling overachiever to the maximum). She's got a certain degree of distance from them and sometimes wonders if she wasn't better off before all of this. Her memories are fuzzy but still there for the most part. She cant remember faces or names but she remembers feelings and situations. She doesen't remember families being like this (she wants OUT).

Chasing prey brought in is fairly standard for her. It's some of the only entertainment she gets. So when she catches Robbie exploring around the castle she has no idea that he's special in any way. He's just some new guy she gets to mess with before eating and DAMN he's FUN. If she didn't know any better she could almost think that he has experience being chased around (he does. he very much so does. all of RE7's worth). What she ALSO doesn't know is that Mother Miranda (big bad. Different from Lady Dimitrescu, who she refers to as 'mother') is planning on using Gabe (who is replacing baby Rose in this) to try and resurrect her dead kid with a 'perfect vessel' and this requires. uh. disassembly (in the base RE8 gameplay the reason Ethan goes to each house is because uhhhhhhhh his infant daughter has been dismembered and stored in jars and he needs to collect them so he can put her back together.... yeah). Robbie intervenes before this can get going and is instead going house to house because if he wants to get out of this stupid fuckass villiage he needs to collect the key components to unlock the gate keeping him in here (i need him to have a reason. to kill everyone. its important to me ok).

When Lisa finds out this random, but fun guy, she's been chasing who she thought was JUST SOME NORMAL GUY killed one of her sisters she mentally goes 'Oh. OH. THERES A CHANCE FOR ME TO GET OUT OF HERE'. That in conjunction with discovering Mother Miranda is planning on FULLY DISMEMBERING A CHILD she uh. Makes some decisions.

What you have to understand about her plans of matricide is that neither Lady Dimitrescu or her sisters can actually really fully die. Sure, their bodies are gone, but their consciousness is stored in the hive mind and they can reform later after gathering their strength. If she has to put her kinda shitty found family in time out for the sake of getting herself out of here + keeping her newly revived conscience clean she's absolutely going to do it.

(fuckin. backgrounds. dialogue. fuck. why can things not just take place inside of the void. DUKE MY BELOVED WE LOVE AND RESPECT DUKE IN THIS HOUSE HES A REAL ONE fuck now I got it in my head that he keeps trying to play matchmaker for them and i need to. go draw that because its too funny not to.)

Lisas plan involves this lab I had her mention in the comic above. It's where Robbie needs to go to synthesize more poison for the dagger of deaths flowers, and SUPPOSEDLY where a medicine that might allow her to go outside again might be (enemies of Lisas type become SIGNIFICANTLY weaker in the cold. She could try to bundle up but its still really not a good idea). She would love to go there herself, but it's in an area of the castle thats exposed to the cold of the outdoors.

The Two of them make a fairly decent team and Lisa finds herself having a LOT more fun hunting with someone else than she does on her own. They balance each other out pretty well; Robbie works primarily with guns so he can watch Lisas back while she's up close wrecking any grunts they run into. It's also pretty helpful having someone who can turn into a swarm of flies for puzzle solving purposes.

After all this Robbies trust for her increases SIGNIFICANTLY. He's still not really sure about her, but she's moved out of the 'active threat' classification into the 'kinda helpful' zone.

Lisa's plan has three ways it could go:

They all fail miserably and get sent to mental and physical time out in the megamycite.

They win and get to go free but either the medicine isn't there or it doesen't work. In which case she's just planning on getting as many coats as possible and Try-or-Die-ing it.

The medicine is there and she actually gets to roam free

Luckily for her, the medicine IS there, it DOES work, and Robbies sense of honor / noticing her usefulness (its hard to wage a one man war on an entire community of mutants ok you cant blame him for appreciating having some ACTUAL HELP for once) all align for the best possible scenario.

The cold does still affect her; her healing isn't as quick as it usually is and her increased strength / speed is a bit reduced, but she can go!! outside!!

She decided to stick with Robbie in getting out of the village as a whole. She doesen't really know what the world outside is like but anything has to be better than here (plus if she stays here she's probably getting shoved into the Megamycite by Mother Miranda PERMENANTLY and that just. wont do).

Also yes Lisa being with Robbie for the rest of his adventures means that she is there for Heisenbergs 'proposal'. She uh. Does not like that much.

this all made. more sense in my head I hope it at least makes a little sense out loud.

[cardigeek]

OKAY I HAVE NO IDEA OR CLUE ON HOW TO USE THIS APP BUT HI

I UhhhHhHhh yeah so uh I draw and I like stuff, MY NAME IS TOONS OR CARDIGEEK IDRC BUT IM HOPING TO FIGURE OUT TO USE THIS DARN APP AND I HOPE YOU LIKE MY RANDOM CRAP IDK

MY ART KINDA SUCKS AT THE MOMENT SO BARE WITH ME

(It's supposed to be me except I look worse irl)

[resident-gay-bitch]

Uhhhhhhhh marauders saltburn au?!

This one may be a little niche but I believe it would be SO fucking yummy. We like James a little psychotic sometimes, right? And then he canonically has an unhealthy obsession with a Black soo…

James is Oliver.

Sirius is Felix.

Regulus is Venetia.

Remus / Peter is Farleigh.

Remus / Peter is Michael.

Walburga is Elspeth.

Orion is Sir James.

Andromeda / Barty is Pamela?!?

Like imagine it… it could be so fucked up and weird and creepy but FUCK it would be so so so good!!!!!!

Cause James develops an instant weird infatuation with posh boy Sirius and becomes a creep about him or whatever, and then the fucking VAMPIRE SCENE where Regulus becomes obsessed with James because he believes no one will ever love him (also, extra points for trans Reggie).

I think Remus would be best suited as Fairleigh because he’s kinda the outsider and is instantly suspicious of James (and then there’s also the scene between Oliver and Farleigh in bed that makes room for eclipse content 👀). And then it adds onto Peter and James being friends (Oliver and Michael) and Peter getting left behind for the angst!

Also, anyone could really be Pamela, but those were my first two thoughts considering they’re both kinda outcasts in their own right and belittled by their families.

AND THEN FOR JAMES TO KILL THEM ALL?! OH THAT WOULD BE FUCKING INSANE TO READ ABOUT. and Effie and Flea being so worried about their boy not calling all summer and stuff because they know James sometimes doesn’t take his medications and all that owh they’d be so stressed out and have no idea how to find him!

Also… the bathtub scene 🤭🤭 yeah, I too would drink Sirius Blacks bath water

Please if someone writes this LET ME KNOW BECAUSE I WANT TO READ THIS SO BAD!!!! I’d write it myself but I do not have the brain capacity or time to do it. I kinda just want to read :))

[ghostthejester]

It's time for me to tell y'all more about my headcannons about the Cog Bosses >: )

Craig Edgar Oilcan - Trans, closeted bisexual. He will buy you legit anything you want if you're in his partner (can be platonic if you want) Like I said in a previous post, you'll hear a LOUD engine inside him if you press your ear against his chest/stomach. But why is that? He got himself an upgrade to have a bigger and more powerful engine so he'd have more energy for golfing, BUT he didn't bother getting extra coolant so he get's overheated quite easily, especially when flustered or angry. Which... is his entire existence, he's kinda always angry. And if you were curious, he's undergone full gender reassignment, both top and bottom surgery. Also, I must say, he's cool with wearing dresses if it'll make him look good. Anything that flatters him, or makes him look better, he's okay with. But calling him she/her? BIG No no!

Allan Bravecog - Pansexual, Intersex, He/Him or She/Her, loves baking (especially for Chris and Cathal). Oh, and he's married to Chris' as well. Changed him to be a bit more soft actually, it's very cute! Met Chris during high school, and they both got together after college when Chris got a stable job (one he's already quit to become the CFO we all know and love) Allan has a dislike for Craig, but then again, everyone does. Allan is slightly blind in his right eye, and needed to wear contacts since he was 14. Gossips with his employees and occasionally Chris about drama happening in the 5 departments. And two words... Family man!!! Big fun :3

Chris P. Dolair - Bisexual and polyamorous, He/Him, married to Allan! Allan turned him into the softest guy he knows, y'know, he used to wilt the flowers. Now, he makes them grow with Allan by his side! He was sour, he was mean, Toons and Cogs would cry when they looked at him. But... that all changed, at least when he's around his wonderful husband/wife. Really focused on work, but can make time for Allan when he needs to. Smokes, a lot. Thinks Craig was dumb to not get extra coolant when he got that engine upgrade, which is fair. Chris plays golf with Allan and Craig occasionally. Chris knew Craig in college, they used to work on projects together ! Chris just goes along with what Allan plans for the group.

(P.S. These 3 are in a polycule)

Diane Morsecode - Aromantic, Asexual. She/Them. Never had much of an attraction to anyone, and is the only one to have not known the other executives before getting their now-jobs. Diane went to a private school, and a prestigious college. Legit the most normal one. Also one of the smartest, she used to be a college professor before she quit to work at a law firm. And then when that law firm went bankrupt, she got their job as CLO at C.O.G.S. Inc! Sketches the other Cog bosses sometimes, she's surprisingly good at art. Sick of the other Cog Bosses being stupid, but they're still doing their jobs and she doesn't want to meddle with their lives. Their parents and them are on bad terms, and don't really communicate much, if at all.

And if you want my headcannons for John, uhhhhhhhh he used to date Craig during high school yeah, that's mostly it for him.

Sorry if these headcannons are bad, my brain is melting from insomnia :(

[badlydrawnbeastwars]

I feel like scorponok and inferno would be fighting over who’s more loyal to megatron

i was trying to brainstorm some ideas and i was having trouble thinking of the perfect scenario 

Scorponok is an interesting character to me, he has less screen time than the other predacons so a lot of his characterization has to be made on the small scraps they gave us jenjcsdvbkjs.. there are so many possibilitiessssss

In my brain he’s most likely insecure / unconfident and kinda a scaredy cat. But also like super confrontational, ready to fight people who are disloyal (tunnel vision go crazzyy) but also…..easily outsmarted. This guy can never win…

Inferno is not really doing anything sus so there's no real reason for them to fight in my brain. 🤷🏿

We can factor in Plain Jealousy. But jealous of what? 

Inferno is the only predacon who thinks he is a real insect pftt like guy is walking around with ant delusion 🐜. They do Not respect him, he's a pawn with a flamethrower that follows orders to a T to them (I don't really think inferno did anything in the first season that would make anyone be jealous or envy him)

If anything Inferno could challenge Scorps authority as SIC (though i'm not really sure, once inferno came around did scorponok stop being SIC? Or when he died did inferno become sub commander?) 

But ahhhhh also i feel like inferno WOULD listen to him, since he respects the hierarchy cuz ant brain. Inferno would respect that scorponok is his commander and would  actually respect what scorp has to say and follow the attack plans he would make. Do you think that would make scorponok kinda uncomfortable cuz it never happened before 😭 lmaoooo

Inferno is too unpredictable 🐜🔥

This is just me thinking about these two by themselves, what if we add another factor into the mix. 😈 There are some people on the team who like to make drama. 

it'll def be like terrorsaur or tarantulas to make them fight (or least attempt to) 

Like whether it's to distract them or just to mess with them. I think this could go something like this-

scene is probably the team was assigned a task, or is doing some boring work. Someone is tryna stir the pot

T:  “Out of the two of you 🫣, who do you think megatron likes more 🤔 ? who do you think is his fav 🤪?.......who's more loyal~” 

I: “that is irrelevant rn 😡 we must focus on the mission😡😡!!”

T: “Oh? 🫨 So defensive. 😏 Well i think its scorponok🤭 …i mean megatron himself made em SIC🤔~”

Scorponok could say something like “uhhhhhhhh huh i mean i guess thats true why are you putting me on the spot? 😰” Or he could say something like “hell yeah I'm more loyal finally someone recognizing my commitment 😤” <- if he chooses to speak up

I: “We’re meant to serve the queen 😡! Not question his decision!! What are you👀? Where are YOU placed on this… loyalty scale 😒” 

And that's how the conversation would flip, in my opinion. But then I remember how cocky predacons are so it's completely possible scorponok would be like “hey! Let him talk he spitting faxs 🤬!!!!" *shoots missile* and then a fight breaks out between them

That or inferno just gets irritated and sets everyone on fire <3

Or maybe megatron makes them fight eachother for funnies for his entertainment

Idkkkk i also think inferno and scorponok could maybe be friends

"you're the only bitch in this house that i ever respected" energy going on

not a “ooo i can trust this person” but like “you might not be the best person to be around but at least you have no history of ulterior motives”  but idk if they smart enough to care about that 

[rottedleechboy]

Another Friday Night: Patrick Bateman x reader

Oneshot

Warnings/Content warnings: Smut, sex n stuff, major noncon, blood, cutting, virginity loss, Dom! Patrick, he is a psycho, Patrick Bateman being Patrick Bateman yk the classic stuffs

Note: Idk wrote this cus yk why not and I was feeling extra spicy (deranged), only did minor edits so sorry if it's kinda shit. This was very VERY self-indulgent. I tried to leave it gender neutral but it's definitely more fem. Sorry

Summary: uhhhhhhhh yeah

It was about that time of the year where things started ramping up for Pierce & Pierce : Mergers and Acquisitions.

Well not really it's a very grey place to work. You. Well you were just an office runner, no real handling of anything important appart from maybe keeping the pens in stock and making sure there was enough paper in each printer. Making sure the common areas were kept up like restocking kitchen suplies, cups for the water fountain and mediocre coffee station.

The best part of the job was spending the company credit card on snacks and stocking up the snack bar in the "kitchen" area. The kitchen wasn't really a kitchen it resembled a tiny apartments sad excuse for a kitchen but it was missing the stove and oven. Instead replaced with a tiny bench top microwave. Besides the point spending money on cute little snacks and restocking the snack bar was very therapeutic.

You took alot of pride in the "kitchen". I mean there's not much u can take pride in, in this job. You were technically a "secretary" but... It was mainly Jean which took care of the classic secretary jobs.

I'd like to think of it as secondary secretary or on call assistant. Unlike Jean you moved around a lot more whereas she was more glued to her desk replying to emails and phone calls. She was always so polite when she needed me to run some papers to another person. Usually you were last to leave the floor, after Jean leaves for the night you stay back replying to the last lot of emails she didn't get to, usually it was just 5-6 emails with 3 sentence replies.

She's pretty good at getting through the influx of emails everyday but the ones left weren't anything too big so you didn't mind getting the rest done.

Also, you stayed back just in case someone else on ur floor stayed back and needed some errands run.

More often then not its was to pick up food... Again. Half the time you were on coffee runs, lunch runs, another coffee run, another late lunch run, snack runs etc. The snacks run out rather quickly actually. If it wasn't food you would be picking up things from the post office, things from the dry cleaners or once again running a Manila folder to another big grey building down the block. Tonight wasn't so different. You stayed back like usual today there weren't any emails to reply to so you sat at Jeans desk surfing the Web and online shopping.

Tonight Patrick was staying back, you didn't know why it's not like he does anything appart from being a dick. Everytime u passed his office you saw him he reading a magazine in his office or doing a crossword. Everytime he had called you in to run a task it was something useless like throwing a piece of paper from his desk to his trash can in the left corner of his office which he was too lazy to do. He definitely does it just to fuck with you because every time there was a condescending or snarly comment. Of course you would without fail glare daggers at him or reply with an equally snarky and condescending remark.

Scrolling mindlessly for shit you didn't need untill the phone started ringing. It was Bateman. So with a annoyed sigh you picked up "Yes, what." you said impatiently. Honestly you just wanted to go, it was boring and you wanted to use your new artisan bath bomb. Plus it was Friday. "Come here" and then he promptly hung up. What could that prick even want. Getting up with a heavy huff and an attitude walking up to his glass office and pushing open the door.

You stared at him with an expectant look, 3 seconds had passed before he decided to speak. "I need you to carry this" gesturing to the fancy wine and Armani wine glass set that he got gifted today. "seriously... Too weak to carry this your self?". He ignore you putting on his blazer and picking up his breiff case ready to walk out. Bending over to carry his gifts you follow behind him leaving his office.

The elevator ride down was silent and full of tension. What a dickwad you thought. As we got to the ground floor there was a Porsche already waiting. Walking around back to put the wine and glases in the boot suddenly hearing "no I need you to hold on to them in the car, don't want them breaking now do we" he says emphasing the last few words. The driver opens the door for you to get in and shuts it after you give him a slight nod.

Patrick is already seated next to you and staring out the window. God even the way he sits is pretentious. Sooner or later we arrive at his apartment complex. We get out and he waves the driver away. What a dick move, you now had to call your own cab home. After he makes you carry the shit up to his apartment on he makes you call your own cab home??? God what did you ever do to make him hate you so much.

The whole journey you had been glaring at the back of his head trying to burn a hole through his skull. He unlocked his door and opened it up waiting expectantly for you to walk through. You do. As you look around trying to find a table or something to put his stuff down on. At this point your arms were tired and you were exhausted. Not to mention that it was a fucking Friday night. Your eyes landed on his white marble counter top and finally dropping his useless glasses and stupidly expensive wine off. His place was nice but boring as you expected. Clean but a maximalists nightmare.

As the weight left your arms you sighed and went to turn around and leave as you heard a *click* the sound of the door locking.

Did this bafoon straight up forget he just let someone into his apartment??? Walking up to Bateman who was leaning back against his apartment door looking sly. "okay ur stuff-" before you could finish your sentence he had you in a choke hold with a cloth over your nose and mouth. Struggling like a maggot in the beak of a bird, thrashing around untill all went dark.

Blurry white was all you could see. What happened. What the fuck. As your vision came back you sat up slowly. Where. What. You were confused and still trying to figgure out what was happening. Hands shakey reaching up to rub the blurring out of your eyes. Checking yourself for any missing limbs or anything that might indicate what happened. As you explore you feel a thick collar wrapped around your neck. Huh?? Pain shoots through your whole body. In two distinct pulses. As soon as it stopped you hear a chuckle comming from behind you. Turning you see Patrick sat on a chair looking awfully proud of himself. "Patrick..what's going on?" there were tears welling up but you were not going to let them spill.

He hold up a remote with 3 buttons shaking it like a toy in front of a baby tauntingly not saying anything. Pressing one of the 3 buttons with a click that almost echo's in the room. Instantly you feel the pulsing pain shoot through you body again. This time it went on for one second longer but it felt like a minute.

Angry and scared you shouted at him but all that came out was a high pitched pip and air getying caught in your throat. "awww what's wrong? Cat got ya tongue?" he teases walking closer now being over to meet your eye level.

You were on his bed, atleast he had the courtesy of putting you on his bed instead of the hard floors. Gathering your voice back up "Patrick what the fuck?" you manage to snap.

"I would drop the attitude if I were you"

"No Patrick what the actual fu-" pain sears through your limbs once again making you double over onto your side. "Be nice. Or ill shock you till your brain oozes out of your thick fucking skull" Patrick spits out, the dislike apparent in his voice.

As the pain subsides you open you eyes back up eyes landing on the knife he was now holding in his other hand. "Patrick why... Why?" looking up at him as he looms over the edge of the bed, voice no longer as strong or determined but quiet. Putting the knife down oh is side table he grabs a fist full of your hair making you sit up and look him directly in his eyes. "since you think ur so fucking smart why don't you figgure it out" adding a hmmm at the end as to belittle you even more. As if this wasn't already enough.

"what do you want" you whine out eyes casting down. His eyes were piercing straight through you. You didn't want to admit it but something inside you found this oh so very hot.

Letting go of you hair and grabbing his knife back he opens a closet. Watching his movement closely trying to figgure out what he was possibly going to get. He starts to set up a tripod. Oh God what the fuck you think to ur self. Panicking even more if that was even possible.

Adjusting the camera to face you he clicks a few buttons then clears his throat. "Ass up for the camera" in a stern demanding tone. Looking at him questionably to counter he holds up the remote for the shock collar you had on. Almost challenging you. Reluctantly you get on all 4s and arch your back with ur bum facing him and the camera. His footsteps comming closer untill you feel cold sharpness run up the back of ur thigh. Staying silent as he rips you skirt off leaving you in your stockings and a thong. You were still basically dressed but felt so naked and vulnerable. As he threw the now fabric rectangle on the floor he spanks your ass. The stinging making you involuntarily let out a little whimper of confused pleasure. "oh, so your are a little whore" feigning surprise. Hearing something scrape against the bed you try looking for clues as to whats to come next but fail as he strikes you with a whip? Cane? Unknown but it stung. Yelping as the thing made contact. The weight on the bed shifted as he got closer shoving ur face into the blankets "don't move bitch" he whispers into you ear before moving off again. Now you have deduced it was infact a cane and he wasn't going to tap you lightly. Striking your ass with the cane again and again while berating the living hell out of you. It hurt so good as tears soaked into the sheets. You could feel your pussy pulsing but you couldn't let Patrick know that.

"please stop" you were begging him as he kept whipping your cheeks with the cane. "Patrick please it hurts so much" "yeah it's supposed to hurt you dumb cunt" a few strikes later he stops. "stand up" he orders. Mustering up the strength you feel your stiff joints scream as you step onto the floor and straighten you knees and back. He's behind the camera "go have a good look at yourself" gesturing with his head to the mirror.

As you near you see the dark red lines left by the cane. Beads of blood forming at the skin and the skin that did split the blood was smeared by the other smacks all across your cheeks. "you see that" you nod slowly still looking at the carnage of your cheeks. "that's what sacarstic sluts get, I'm not letting you off with just that either" he warns as he roughly grabs you arm dragging you back to the edge of the bed and forcing you into your knees.

You could feel the heat and the pain radiate from your ass as your knees made contact with his carpet. With a hand firmly grasping at you hair and the other one skilfully undoing his belt and fly he pulls down his silk boxers revealing his massive hard cock. "don't just stare open up" yanking your head back so you would be looking up at him. Opening your mouth reluctantly he roughly shoves his cock in. Your hands automatically push against his thighs to no avail. He was so strong all you could do was grip at the fabric of his pants as he kept gagging you. He didn't let you breath and all you could hear was triumphant groans of pleasure comming from him. Your things were pressed together trying to quell the throbbing down stairs. As he pulled his dick out and let you breath he yanked to to your feet and forcefully ripped your shirt off and harshly yanking your bra off as the straps snapped and the claps split. "oh wow would you look at that, you don't know how long I've been wanting to fuck you brainless" as he roughly fondles your chest. His hand making its way up to you neck and then pushing you back onto the bed. "Patrick" you pleaded "Patrick please don't I'm" struggling to get out the words as he tightened his grip around your throat.

All you could do was let out a strangled moan. Finally letting go he sat back onto his knees and spreading your legs so that his cock was right at the entrance of your coochie.

Looking at him with pleading "Pat please don't, please I'm.." "finish ur sentence bitch" as he rest a hand on your inner thigh ready to rip your tights off. "I'm a virgin please don't"

"ur so fucking stupid ur pissing me off you fucking whore" as he rips a hole in your stockings and completely ripping your thong off leaving fabric burn marks on your hips. Without a second he thrust his girthy penis inside. Instinctively you tighten around him yet your legs were trying to push him away. None of your protest did Jackshit. Leaning to the side he grabbed the knife off the night stand again. Pressing his body against yours as he slid the knife up too your throat holding it there as he looked into your eyes while fucking you. All you could do was hold onto his forearm to lessen the pressure of the blade against your throat.

It hurt so bad but he didn't slow down he was pounding into you harder and faster. A shamefully moan every time he trusted into you. "you like my cock you little cum slut? Ofcourse you do u pathetic bitch" "because that's what you are aren't you" he cooes as you moan. He keeps ramming into you harder and faster untill you feel him cum inside of you.

A few final pumps and as he lifts himself up pressing his hand on your chest admiring what a mess you had become. "look at me" you had to fight your mind fog to look at him. "mm pa-" he slaps ur face leaving a sting hand print on your cheek "it's Sir." "slut" he spits out. "sir please no more" pleading with him again now fully exhausted. He just chuckles and walks back over to his camera taking it off the tripod and filming manually. "open up" hitting you leg lightly expecting you to spread them open again. But you didn't hear him still in a daze trying to process what just happened.

One quick shock back to reality quite litteraly you instantly spread open your legs. Kneeling down with his camera he reaches his fingers to display his hard work to the camera. You could feel the warm cum oozing out of your slit. As he kept using his fingers to spread your lips open. Standing back up again. "hands off your tits bitch" he demands. Slowly uuncrossing your arms from your chest you prop yourself up to face him properly with your legs still open. He's filming you. "okay repeat after me, I'm just a hole" "I'm just a hole" you whisper weakly. He drops the camera a bit to look at you and sighs with disappointment "a bit more enthusiasm and smile a bit" tilting his head to the side in sly mockery. "your a slut. Act like one" he states impatiently then lifting the camera back up. "I'm just a hole" this time you exclaimed with more life, surprisingly a smile was easy to muster up.

That sick part of you enjoyed this. "see that's not so hard is it" he teased as he propped the camera back on the tripod. This time he opens the night stand and grabs something. You couldn't quite see. *click* he opens it to reveal a switch blade. Frozen you followed him with your eyes as he sat opposite you. "patric- sir w-what are" squealing as he lunges at you pressing you back down on the bed.

His weight and strength being impossible to struggle against. "stay still doll, it's easier if you stay still" he chuckles as the knife nears your face. "pat" you manage to squeak out as he sliced up the corner of your mouth and up your cheek. The warm blood running down the sides of your head and down your neck. You actually started crying now the tears which you held back so long came pouring down mixing with the warm thick blood from your cheeks. He had finished with your other cheek now sitting back. Losening his tie and undoing a few buttons of his shirt. "look at how much prettier you are now" looking at you with admiration for his handy work. Taking off his tie "hands" he said composed like he didn't just mutilate your face, you stretch out your arms to him as he ties your writs up with his tie then strapping it through a slot in his headboard.

Grabbing his switch blade again he drags it up your thigh stopping when he reaches your sternum. Paralized in shock, fear and... Love? Your breaths slow down as he looks back up at you. "it's okay doll, just customising you a bit alright?". Proceeding to slowly carve his name into your torso. Each letter painfullfully deep and deliberately slow. Making you squirm with each slice. The muffled sobs bouncing around the room.

After he pumped 3 more loads into you he flopped onto his back and reaching for the smokes on his side table. Lighting one up puffing away nonchalantly. After he was done, he snuffed the cig putting it out above the I making the the dot above the I in Patrick.

Untying your wrist and you stared at the wall. Making his way to the bathroom and bring back a warm towel he kisses you for the first time tonight on your now dried up bloodied cheek.

Before tenderly wipeing the blood and dried tears off your face. You sat there on the bed not moving but concious just not moving. He got a second warm towel after the first one got drenched in blood to wipe down your torso and the rest of the dried blood off your body. "Get under the covers" his voice now softer. Before heading back to the bathroom to do his night ime routine. Getting under the blankets. Curling up into the fetal position despite the pain of the cuts in your torso screaming to stop. Trying to fall asleep. The lights flicked off and the bed dipped as Patrick got under the covers his warm body pressed up against your battered body. You were divided. You hated him more than ever you were scared, confused, angry, tired and yet your body seemed to move on its own. You sank back into his chest and arm as he pressed a kiss on the back of your neck. He was completely different than who he was 30 mins ago. You couldn't imagine the Patrick you saw in the office doing all that to you. You couldn't imagine the Patrick that cut you up pressing that soft tender kiss he just kissed on the back of your neck. Yet he did.

Note: y'all got the good ending smh I might write a different ending with more smut lol idk.

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