#I am still held captive btw

[noddynods]

Sorry for lack of posts i got kidnapped by a digital axolotl

#noddytalks #I am still held captive btw

[twizzie-lairs]

My Darling, My Honey

Alastor X Fem!Reader (Part 2)

Part 1 | Part 2

Quick Notes:

This is when both reader/you and Alastor are both alive. (... we'll probably end up in hell later on btw so stay tuned...)

Reader is an artist/painter.

Part 2:

Every day and night you had to stay trapped at home, it felt like nails on a chalkboard after that one fateful meeting that night.

The only thing that made the time bearable was the radio. Alastor told you he hosted a radio show. As so, you soon became one of his most loyal listeners. Anything to relive the moment when you felt like a person again.

So when the night finally came, that you could escape to Mimzy's establishment the next town over, you were over the moon at the chance to see Alastor again.

Luckily for you, your husband was going to be away for a week this time.

That night, you made it to the bar a bit later than usual, you had to be extra sure that it was safe to leave town unnoticed after a close call of almost being discovered by some relatives that lived nearby.

When you enter the bar, you hear some piano music. It wasn't unusual for Mimzy to invite musicians or let patrons play some music at the piano that resides in the bar, as long as they didn't get boo'ed off the stage. But this music stirred something in your soul, making you hurry into the bar.

It was Alastor.

You gasp, your heart beating a million miles a minute. You were so drawn to him. In this moment, the jazzy music that filled the air and filled up all the holes in your heart. You were captivated. So captivated, that you forgo greeting Mimzy and the bar entirely, in favor of walking over to Alastor at the piano.

He gives you a surprised look before smiling and immersing himself in the music once more.

You smile back and you can't help but sing along to Alastor's piano playing. The song was a classic, and also one your personal favorites.

As you sing, you sit down on the piano bench next to him. You notice he doesn't open his eyes, but the smile on his face deepens as your duet continues.

When your song comes to an end, it feels like you came back down to earth. The bar erupted in applause, the embarrassment flushing your whole face pink. You look over to Alastor who's looking at you with such a warm expression.

"My dear, what a lovely voice you have. Your talents truly seem boundless. I am quite surprised you knew that song."

You spend the rest of the night tucked away in a private corner talking with Alastor about all sorts of things, interests, likes, dislikes, deep conversations about life, and even your fears. But never once did you mention your home life, you'd rather die than let Alastor find out. The last thing you need is for him to treat you differently.

When you mention you listened to his every show ever since the night that you first met, his eyes light up and something in him clicked. He took your chin gently in his hand and brought your face closer to his, "Oh my, I have never met a finer woman with even finer tastes in entertainment~" which caused your heart to flutter like never before.

The tension and feelings between the two of you were palpable. It was clear to the rest of the bar that the two of you were smitten with each other, something akin to love at first sight. You tow were inexplicably drawn to each other.

You wish you didn't have to leave and go back home. But you knew you had to get home before dawn, even if you were going to come back the next day/night anyway. Relatives and in-laws usually liked to stop by unannounced and if they found the house empty, you'd be in for a world of punishment and pain. It happened once, and you would rather not relive that experience ever again.

So even though it pained you greatly, you had to say goodbye to Alastor. As you stood up to leave, Alastor's hand still held yours, you could tell he was reluctant to let you leave. Very rarely did he have the chance to enjoy such cultured and lovely conversation. With a sad and somber expression, you walked away, his hand slowly sliding out of yours.

"I hope you come back to me, ma chérie ..."

-> Part 3

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[changbinsboiledegg]

skz with a very needy!sub??? 👀

btw your so cool i could give you a big smooch on the cheeks please never stop being cool

Thank you for thinking I am cool. What are we?

GN? Reader X SKZ

(Tried to keep some terms general, if that makes sense. No specific body parts were mentioned except for, yk, d1ck.)

MDNI!!!!!!!!

Warning: Dom x Needy Sub dynamic?, swearing, usage of vulgar language, teasing, some are hard doms, some are soft, usage of seggs toys, semi-public seggs mention, smut (only a little), protected or unprotected seggs— that’s up to you. Lol.

Note: I’m so sorry this is late, it’s been a shit month (year). I’ll learn to spell s*x properly when I’m rich. Until then, it’s SEGGS. (Joking) But regardless, here you go lovely. As always, if no one has told you, Ilyyyy 🫶🫶 If you see any typos, please bypass them I'm sorry.

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Chan

He doesn’t give in easily when you’re very needy. Surely you’re aware of this by now.

But that doesn’t stop you from trying everything under the sun to turn him on and need you just as much as you needed him.

“Please!” You begged, literally on your knees in front of him. He just looked down at you, unphased.

“Please what?” His gaze held you captive.

“Please…” you couldn’t finish that sentence, you brain turning to mush. You mentally cursed, hating that he made you nervous after you so confidently stripped in front of him slowly.

“Come on. Can’t fuck you if you don’t know what you want.” Chan stood firm on his role as your dom.

“Please fuck me.” You finally mustered out, meeting his gaze. Chan smirked.

“Well, since you asked so nicely.”

Lee Know

Minho knew you were needy when it came to sex, but he specifically knew when you were needy.

He always knew what to do to make your neediness increase. He loved seeing you get so turned on.

Of course, he wasn’t evil. He always gave you the satisfaction you wanted, however, he definitely was going to play with you first.

You squirmed in your seat, trying to control your breathing as Minho remotely controlled the vibrator inside of you. He continuously changed modes, either sending you close to the edge or fueling your need for more.

“Had enough yet?” Minho asked. It was clear that he enjoyed teasing you. You whimpered as the vibrations send shivers through your body.

“I want you!” Your tone a pleading one. Minho took in the sight of you for a moment— a complete mess for him by him.

“I guess you’ve earned it. Come here.”

Changbin

When you were needy, Changbin didn’t waste a second. He wanted to give you what you wanted while still being in control.

You came to him, being extra clingy, knowing the second Changbin became just as touchy with you, he would make you feel so good that you would have trouble remembering your name for the minutes that followed.

You started out slow, mindlessly playing with his hand before it ended up resting on your thigh. Then slowly, he’d find himself sliding it towards your inner thigh, gripping and squeezing the flesh under.

Then he’d feel the result of your neediness and within a few seconds, he’s inside of you, taking you hard to satisfy your neediness.

At least in that moment, that is.

Hyunjin

He’s used to your neediness by now and even enjoys the fact that he’s able to turn you on without having to do anything.

He loves seeing the way you react to his actions, no matter how simple. Hyunjin doesn’t like making you wait, though.

One minute he’s running his fingers through his hair, the next he has you bent over and taking him so well, you forgot about everything troubling you.

“Hnng! Hyun-Hyunjin!” You felt his hand clasp over your mouth as he took you harder— faster.

“Shh, don’t want the others to hear you cum, right?” He whispered sharply close to your ear. You shook your head, but in the back of your mind, you thought about how you wouldn’t mind anyone else hearing how good he’s making you feel.

Han

“Can we sneak to the bathroom or somewhere private?” You asked Jisung, feeling particularly needy that day. Turns out you tend to feel needy at the wrong times.

“Why? What happened?” Jisung was oblivious at first, showing genuine concern. He thought you were having a good time at this party, and you were, but you wanted a different kind if fun.

“It concerns your dick.” You whispered, feigning innocence for the partygoers around you two. By the look on his face, he seemed just as needy to be inside of you in some way.

“Okay, I see now…” he immediately looked towards the nearest bathroom. “What if someone hears—“

As soon as you caught his gaze, you pulled him towards the bathroom. Jisung chuckled, “you know I’m in control, right?”

“This isn’t about control,” you shut the door and locked it, then immediately lowered to your knees. “It’s about need. And I need you now.”

Felix

You’d begged all day, the need for him to touch you in any way that he could was gnawing at you.

And still, Felix continued to tease you, making you beg more just for begging in the first place.

“Felix, please. I’m going to die if you don’t—“

Felix drowned your next words out by crashing his lips onto yours, his hand cupping your jaw just enough to keep your head in place, but not to hurt you.

“Tell me, darling. What is it you want exactly?” Felix’s breathy voice filled your ears once his lips departed yours.

“I need you. Whether it’s inside of me or-or…” you were trembling. Not from fear, but from the aching feeling between your legs. Felix kissed you again, softer this time.

“Lay back. I think you’ve earned it now.”

Seungmin

“No.” Seungmin said, not wavering in his response to your neediness. He knew you’ve been in a constant state of arousal since the event started but he wasn’t about to cut it short just to give in to your desires— or his, for that matter.

You felt a wave of disappointment but understood. You just wished he would do something immediately.

Seungmin looked over at you and discreetly placed his hand on your thigh underneath the table you two were sat at.

“Don’t look so sad. I’ll reward you when we get home.” He winked before gently squeezing your thigh, leaving shivers of need running up and down your body.

“Can you hold out for another hour?” He added in a low whisper, “or are you going to be impatient like last time?”

You wanted so badly to answer ‘yes’ to the second question, knowing your release would be delayed, but at least he’d start immediately.

But your patience always earned you the best orgasms. Fuck. You had to think carefully, and Seungmin was awaiting your response with a half raised eyebrow.

“I can hold out.”

Seungmin smirked, “good.”

I.N

Jeongin was never one to make you wait or delay your release whenever you were particularly needy for him.

Sometimes you wondered who was the dom and who was the sub.

of course, when you two were alone, you were reminded of your role as he filled you up while his hands tightly gripped your wrists, pinning you down into the mattress.

Even as he pounded into you, your body feeling the shocks of relief from the pent up tension between you two, you still felt needy for him.

“Ohmygod—“ you gasped, leading into a wordless cry of pleasure as you felt that familiar knot building up in your stomach.

“You’re so cute. You act like this is the first time I’ve fucked you like this.” Jeongin grunted, his pace unrelenting.

You knew by now that you were in for a long night.

#stray kids smut #skz smut #stray kids x reader #skz x reader #skz imagines #stray kids imagines #stray kids scenarios #stray kids reactions #skz reactions #skz scenarios

[oneshotnewbie]

Hello! I hope you're well :)

Would you so kindly be able to do an Emily Prentiss x victim child!reader where reader is kind of young, maybe like between 6-10 and they've been held captive by the UnSub for weeks now and when the team finally finds the location, reader has gone mute and very cautious/scared of everyone and only allows (to an extent) Emily near them? Since she's the one who first finds them? Emily is very patient and comforts reader even if they don't speak and such. But reader eventually becomes comfortable enough to speak again, using short sentences and few words with Emily (maybe even some other team members, too).

Emily could possibly take them in but that part can be up to you!

I can't wait to see more of your work btw, you're so good!! Thx! Xoxo 💘

⚠️Trigger Warning⚠️ This one-shot includes the topics of abuse, trauma, child neglecting, punishments and the plots are presented. If this triggers you too easily or you just can´t handle the subject, I urge you NOT to read this work. I am NOT embellishing this topic under any circumstance. Read at your own risk.

Authors note: I have tried my best to accommodate this request. I have to say that I changed the request a little because I didn't want to write a 6 year old child being kidnapped by a stranger, so I just had to do it with the father who has a criminal record. I also had to shorten it and basically skip a period of time in order to fulfill the second part of the request. I hope it is still okay. Also had to split it into two parts, Tumblr wouldn't let me post it all at once ♥

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Walls. Excessive tightness.

You did not know how long you had been in that closet, and you did not want to know either. Far too exhausted from all the panic attacks and the walls threatening to crush you. Your stomach was growling like it had been ever since your father decided to punish you for everything you did.

Your hands were shaking, your eyes were glassy, but you were long past crying. That only made things worse. Your father knew no mercy, and certainly not for his scared and crying little daughter.

Sometimes you imagined what it would be like if you actually suffocated in that closet. Better to suffocate from the reducing air than to be suffocated by your own father. You would not grow old, you would not reach the age of 10. You were sure of that. You were convinced that something would happen to you before your next birthday. But so far you had gotten older every year and every birthday you were sure that it would be your last.

Your father would not let you sleep in your bed anymore, but at least today it was in the closet and not in the gazebo that you had to sleep in. It was late autumn and in the arbor, the roof of which had tiny holes, there was a risk of hypothermia and finally freezing to death. Your hand, which was squeezed between the closet door and your thigh, had now fallen asleep and despite your constant shaking, you felt immensely hot. You noticed your face starting to glow again- you had a fever from the cold that blew through the room at night. You carefully pulled your hand out from under your leg, hitting your head on one of the wooden insert panels of the shelves, causing a dull thud as it came loose and fell onto your body.

Your heart skipped a beat before stopping briefly, you squinted for a moment, hoping that the noise had gone unnoticed and that your father had disappeared from his guarding position in front of the closet and was downstairs in front of the TV. But then you heard footsteps, quiet and muffled through the ajar door and the wood that surrounded you. It sounded nothing like your father and his firm, jagged steps and you begged that you had not misheard and were now in for a lot of trouble.

The door creaked and your breathing became increasingly quicker. You did not mishear. You closed your eyes tightly, trying to calm yourself and prepare yourself for what was to come. If your father saw you so upset, he might keep you here longer or deny you food for the next few days.

The key turned in the lock that locked the two doors together and you heard them slowly open, but did not dare to look outside. The fear of provoking your father when you greedily gasped for fresh air and light was too great. You felt a slight breeze on your bare shoulders and cheeks. Still, you kept your eyes closed, hoping to avoid your fate.

Instead of your father's disapproving shouts and rough hands that would normally drag you out of the closet, there was only a careful, barely noticeable touch on your shoulder. When you raised your eyes, you saw a strange woman with black hair. "Hey, sweetie. I am from the police, you are safe now," the older woman's eyes were glassy. She seemed unsettled, as if she was afraid of breaking you with one wrong move, as if you were made of delicate mass. "You can come out now, your father can not hurt you anymore."

You nodded and a few moments later she had pulled you out of the closet, carefully and slowly so as not to hurt you, and immediately drawn you into her arms. You just let it happen, completely unable to understand that this was a foreign woman you were clinging to.

Your father had forbidden you from speaking to strangers and your fear of upsetting your dad was huge. But something about her voice made you give in. "I am Emily. What is your name?" she asked and rubbed your back soothingly, your courage to speak failing you. When the rest of her team stormed into the room a moment later and looked down at you in front of the open door, you panicked and shook yourself away from her before returning to the closet where you felt safe.

A hand signal directed to Derek and Hotch, they disappeared silently from the bare room with the remaining SWAT workers and left her alone with you. It took some time for you to gain confidence and crawl out of the wooden wardrobe again. The young woman had talked her head off with various topics in order to give you a feeling of reassurance.

You followed Emily's hand movements carefully, and at the sight of the little package of gummy bears, your mouth watered and your stomach began to make itself known. "Someone is really hungry!" She whispered and smiled softly before opening the small package and holding it out to you.

You carefully sat up, occasionally glancing at the door so that you could move back into the closet as quickly as possible in case of an emergency. But nothing happened. The black-haired woman pointed uncertainly but grinning at the package. "The green ones are my favorite. And what are yours?" you rummaged through the tiny package with your fingers until you held a red gummy bear between your fingers and showed it to her. "The red ones? Uhh, they are yummy!"

You jumped away while the first bite, she had raised her hand too quickly. She shook her head, swallowing hard. Emily had not thought for a split second. “Can I feel your forehead?”she asked after a short hesitation and you nodded, afraid of upsetting her like your father, granting her permission.

She gently placed her hand on your sweat-covered forehead. You were feverish. She slowly lowered her hand carefully again and watched you as you hesitantly gnawed on a gummy bear. Your father did not like it when you just wolfed down your food and often had taken it away when fell into a deep hunger.

Emily continued to watch you, her eyes sad and exhausted. You cocked your head, wondering if you had done something wrong. When your eyes met for a moment, you hesitantly reached for her free hand and placed her favorite gummy bear in her palm.

You found a kind of care and hope in her presence. Hope that you can still lead a normal life and never be locked in the closet by your father again. Emily caught the very first smile you gave her before you stood up and carefully fell into her arms. "Are you okay? Did you hurt yourself?" she giggled softly, her heart swelling and beginning to pound wildly.

"No,"

Surprisingly, she widened her eyes while keeping her mouth wide open. After hours spent in this cold room with only forensics downstairs doing their work, she had finally managed to hear your gentle and childlike voice.

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[thebrightestwitchofherage]

Dear anti Zionists

I will try and make this brief and to the point since you often attack me without reading the entirety of my posts :

I’ve seen your recent posts about the trials in Haag, and the mockery you’ve made of the events of October 7th. That’s just disgusting. Freeing Palestine has nothing to do murdering Israeli civilians.

- This war was initiated by Hamas , a terrorist organisation on October 7th.

- You cannot deny that they invaded Israel and then massacred thousands of civilans , raped and mutilated women and children, kidnapped civilians , shot thousands of rockets, destroyed homes ….

There are currently 136 Israeli hostages still held in captivity, for almost 100 days. They’re held in underground tunnels and being withheld medical care and medications. The women are raped and the man tortured.

There are currently also hundreds of thousands of Israelis displaced from their homes due to the war.

-I will say it again: Literally every war or operation in Israel’s history was not initiated by Israel. It is always a matter of retaliation to foreign military invasion or terror attacks .

I’m only 22 and I have personally lived through one intifada, 4 wars and countless military operations.

We are all suffering because of Hamas. Once again- my city is often under attack and people I know are dead. And some of you here have absolute nerve to say that I’m privileged????

-Intifadas aren’t cute civilian uprisings. They’re violent terror attacks against civilians. Children’s Buses blowing up, restaurants blown up, shootings, stabbings, running over people…

read a damn book or something before you chant “Globalise the Intifadas🥹”.

-Have any of you here ever spoken to a Palestinian or an Israeli in your life? Do you even know anyone Jewish?

- Please give me actual example of the apartheid in Israel, I’m waiting. My Druze / Arabic colleagues , friends and I literally frequently joke about this claim.

-No, blockades between the West Bank/Gaza and Israel do not count.

There are ISIS affiliated/ Hamas terrorists in the West Bank and Gaza, territories that are not governed by Israel > there are borders check point. Israel has the right to defend itself against terror.

-by the way, Jordan and Egypt both have those blockades btw- I don’t see any of you attacking them? The hypocrisy…

- While I am not questioning the death and suffering of Palestinians , this has to be said:

The amount of Palestinian casualties during the Hamas-Israel war is estimated by unconfirmed sources , and isn’t corroborated by any neutral official organisation.

It was also proven that most of the casualties are terrorists.

The Gaza ministry of health= Hamas .

Al Jazeera= not credible &has been time and time again proved to be biased and anti-Semitic.

Furthermore, It’s been proven time and time again that Hamas terrorists work at UWNRA, and that Palestinian reporters in both Al Jazeera and western media outlets are in fact Hamas members/ supporters.

One of them literally joined the Al Qasam forces in their attack on October 7th, and was reporting rather enthusiastically on the murder of Israeli civilians. As the massacre continued around them.

You would rather believe terrorists & terrorists sympathisers than Jewish/ Israeli victims’ testimonies and the concrete evidence they provide.

-It seems like you’re ignoring what Gazans are saying in your attempts to “free Palestine”.

If Gazans themselves are saying Hamas are to blame for their terrible living conditions and war , why are you defending Hamas?

Why are you assuming that you know better than the people who are actually living this conflict?

-The IDF has been trying every tactic under the sun to alert civilians from incoming strikes. There are whole unites devoted to texting calling Gazan civilians. They have made millions of calls this war alone.

And yes, even the infamous flyers you joke about are used.

Do you know any other army that does that?

God I am so tired of the misinformation, lies and hatred here. So many of you are showing your true colours- ignorance and antisemitism.

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[the-artsy-plant]

I have been hit with divine inspiration after reading @jotaros-massive-tiddies ‘s yandere Kars fics so IMAGINE

Kars has taken you in as a captive human lover and as much as you would hate to admit it, you have slowly fallen for the beautiful leader of the Pillarmen. Yet you still jump at the opportunity for freedom when Joseph and Caesar come to set you free.

Unfortunately, it was all in vain, for Kars and the other Pillarmen find you before you can even ask where Lisa Lisa’s base was. Your Lord spares your friends’ lives in exchange for your complete, undying devotion and you are compliant, unbeknownst to what fate should befall you.

When you return to Kars’ settlement, you are thrown before his throne by Wamuu before he moved to stand alongside the other Pillarmen, watching over you and Kars.

You scramble for purchase, grasping Kars’ warm muscular thighs, pressing kisses to his firm flesh as you beg for his forgiveness.

“My Lord, I am so so sorry, I-I it was a mistake, I promise-“

Kars gently shushed you, lifting you into his lap and pressing a delicate but heaty kiss to your trembling lips, soothing and calming your arrhythmic heartbeat.

“It’s alright my dear, I know it won’t happen again,” he cooed in your ear, gently gripping the curve of your ass as he looked down at your smaller body with fond smugness.

“Oh thank you, Lord Kars,” you whimpered, nuzzling his neck like a desperate puppy as he held you close.

A sudden eruption of sadistic laughter made your heart drop to the pit of your stomach, eyes growing wide as you realized something was terribly wrong.

“Did you really think I’d let you get off that easy, my mortal flame?” Kars sneered, his deep voice rumbling and mocking as more sardonic laughter echoes in his throat.

“If you want my forgiveness, you have to earn it,” he said darkly as he shoved you off of his lap.

“Please Lord Kars! I-im sorry I’ll do anything,” you whined as your knees scraped against the floor.

“Oh you will,” Kars smirked, raising his steel-toed boot and kicking your chest hard.

You cried out as you tumbled across the floor, trying to scramble for purchase and figure out what Kars’ words meant.

It was only when Whamuu’s warm, calloused hands caught you in grasp far too tender for a warrior, eyes lit with desire and wanting that you realized what Kars meant.

The other Pillarmen crowded around you, similar looks of lusting glazing over their eyes before they looked towards Kars, awaiting his command.

“Now which of us is to go first, Lord Kars?” Esidisi smirked, looking down at you with such primal hunger.

NSFW under the cut

(Btw since this was VERY self indulgent the reader is they/he transmasc >:))

(Warnings: yandere content, Stockholm syndrome, DUBIOUS consent, size kink, fingering, PIV sex, oral sex, choking, dacryphilia, overstimulation, group sex, bukkake but not in the way you’d expect, degradation, praise kink, spanking, there’s a lot that happens ok I don’t even remember all of what I wrote, but also wow Wamuu is so babygirl and best man)

“I, for one, would love a taste of their sweet little pussy,” the white-haired chuckled, wrenching your right leg to expose your panty-clad cunt to Kars.

You felt Wamuu’s grip on your sides tighten, a displeased growl rumbling in his throat at the thought of Esidisi fucking your first.

Kars shook his head. “Oh, patience, Esidisi,” he sighed before looking at Wamuu.

“As you were the one who captured my dear Y/N, I believe it is only fair for you to take them first, Wamuu,” Kars smiled.

“Thank you, Lord Kars,” Wamuu murmured as he pressed a tender kiss on the back of your head.

As Kars’ vampire underlings placed a nest of pillows and blankets near the lot of you, you wondered how this could possibly be a punishment.

Wamuu gently set your soft body atop the pillows, making sure you were comfortable as he positioned above you.

“I apologize, Y/N,” Wamuu whispered as he leaned down to your ear. “I will try to be gentle.”

You naively wondered what he meant before he moved to kneel between your spread legs, unfastening his loin cloth and letting his semi-hard length spring free.

You let out a surprised, anxious scream as you saw just how big Wamuu was. It shouldn’t have been that shocking, considering Wamuu was the largest of the four Pillarmen, but your entire being was consumed by anxiety as you wondered how the actual fuck that would fit inside of you.

You could hear Esidisi cackle from behind Wamuu.

“Oh, what a foolish little thing,” Esidisi smirked as Wamuu rubbed his fat thumb against your puffy clit, trying to sooth you and prep you for what was to come.

“If you thought this would be easy, you’re sorely mistaken, my dear Y/N,” Kars smirked, removing his own loincloth as he watched Wamuu slip a thick finger into your tight little cunt. He stroked his own cock at the sight of you struggling to take Wamuu’s finger into your barely wet pussy.

“Do try to go easy on them, though, Wamuu,” Kars sighed. “I don’t want my little cockslut split in two.”

You let out a fearful whine at that, wincing as Wamuu forced another one of this large fingers inside of you.

“Fuck, it hurts,” you whined as Wamuu slowly thrust his two fingers inside of you.

The large pillarman sighed, adjusting himself so his face was before your spread labia, lips latching onto your twitching clit, teasing a heady moan from you as he continued pumping his fingers.

You let out a sigh of relief as pleasure coiled in the pit of your belly, fingers itching to grasp something. Wamuu somehow heard this very thought of yours and grabbed your hand, placing it atop his head so you could grip his thick blond hair

You squeaked out a thank you as his tongue tickled your sensitive little clit, embarrassed as you now felt your arousal drip down those two thick fingers of his and soaking the sheets beneath you.

You gripped his hair harder as he slipped a third fat finger into your pussy, trying to stretch you as much as he possibly could without breaking you.

You cried out as he wrapped his lips around your clit, sucking roughly as he slipped a fourth finger inside of your now soaking cunt.

“Ahh, Wamuu! F-fuck!” You cried out as your orgasm crashed down on you all too quickly, squirting all over Wamuu’s handsome face as he kept thrusting those big fingers of his in your tight hole.

“That’s enough, Wamuu,” Kars snapped, making the warrior jolt up and pull his lips and fingers away from your twitching pussy.

“It would do you well to remember that this is a punishment. Act like it before you are next,” Kars hissed.

Wamuu murmured an apology to his master, stroking his dick with his fingers that were dripping with your sticky arousal before prodding your entrance with that fat cockhead of his.

“I’m sorry, Y/N,” he murmured sympathetically before hoisting your legs above his shoulders and thrusting his entire length into your twitching pussy with one smooth stroke.

You screamed as you felt his tip prodding painfully at your cervix, your entire cunt stuffed with as much of him as you could take. There were still a few inches that couldn’t even fit inside of you.

Esidisi’s laughter echoed through the throne room as Wamuu shallowly thrusted inside of you, your walls squelching as they tried to force the huge intrusion of his dick out of you.

Wamuu continued his gentle thrusting, leaning down till your trembling thighs pressed against your chest so he could lick your tears away as his thrusts grew faster.

“Fuck,” he grunted, slotting his lips atop yours and forcing his tongue down your throat as he pounded relentlessly into your sweet little cunt.

“Oh, gods,” Wamuu moaned as he pulled his lips from yours, looking towards Kars.

“I can see why you chose the human, Lord Kars,” Wamuu moaned as your tight walls sucked his dick even further inside of you, another painfully long inch squeezing it’s way inside of your pussy.

“They have such a nice warm little cunt,” he sighed as your walls fluttered against his dick from the compliment.

“I’m glad you enjoy my lover’s sweet pussy, Wamuu,” Kars smirked. “It was rather selfish of me not to share, especially when it’s so obvious that my little plaything is so desperate to be fucked.”

Kars left his throne, walking in front of you, looking down into your eyes as his young disciple fucked the brains out of you.

“Isn’t that right, Y/N? That’s why you wanted to run back to Jojo and his pals, isn’t it?” He crooned, carding his fingers through your hair as you looked up at him. “I just hadn’t been giving my baby enough attention, so they felt the need to seek out something more, isn’t that right?”

“N-no, Lord Kars, i promise! My eyes are o-only for you,” you whined though your cunt squeezed like a vice around Wamuu’s thick cock at his words.

“Oh, don’t lie straight to my face, baby,” Kars tutted. “I can see just how much you’re enjoying Wamuu’s dick, my love.”

“But if you wanted more, baby, all you needed to do was ask,” Kars purred as he leaned down, his purple hair curtaining your face as he pressed a kiss to your panting lips, nose pressing against your chin as he pressed his messy kiss to your soft lips.

He chuckled at the whine he drew from your mouth, pulling up to smirk down at you.

“Are you close, baby?”

You nodded, letting out a high pitched whine as Wamuu sped up, the loud, embarrassing sound of your pussy squelching filling the room.

“Hmm, what do you think, Wamuu? Should we let my little plaything cum? Or should we let their greedy cunt go insatiated?”

You whined at this question, looking up at Kars as ecstatic tears pooled in your eyes, a silent plea for mercy.

“Please, Lord Kars, I want to feel them cum around my cock,” Wamuu replied. “Their pussy feels so good, my lord, need to feel them milk my dick.”

“Oh alright, but just for you, my dear warrior,” Kars sighed.

“It looks like you’ll be getting off easy this round, Y/N,” Kars chuckled as he watched you claw at Wamuu’s back, desperate to cum around the pillarman’s fat cock.

“Fuck! Lord Kars! Wamuu!” You practically screamed at your squirted on the fat cock buried inside of you, cunt seizing almost painfully tight around his dick.

“Y/N!” Wamuu’s orgasm followed quickly behind, his thick ropes of cum painting your walls white as his hips stuttered to a still.

The two of you stayed interlocked like that for a moment, riding your orgasms out in an embrace far too gentle for a punishment.

“Alright, it’s my turn now, Wamuu,” Esidisi grunted, clapping his hand down on Wamuu’s shoulder.

Wamuu let out a surprisingly desperate whine, looking up at Kars with big pleading eyes.

“I’m sorry, Wamuu, but it is only fair that Esidisi and Santana get a turn with my sweet little lover,” Kars sighed.

Wamuu sighed and looked down at you before sneaking another kiss from your lips, pulling out so Esidisi could fill you up instead.

Esidisi flipped you over, grabbing your hips and propping your ass up, presenting your dripping pussy to himself.

“Oh you did a number on them, Wamuu,” Esidisi chuckled as he watched a thick glob of Wamuu’s seed trickle down to your clit before dripping to the blankets below.

You shuddered at the sensation, yelping as Esidisi plunged his tongue into your still twitching walls, licking you clean of Wamuu’s thick cum with that hot appendage of his.

Once every drop was sucked out of your pussy, damn near triggering another orgasm, Esidisi set you down on the blankets. You lifted your hips automatically and reached behind yourself to spread your cunt open for the pillarman.

Esidisi chuckled and rubbed the thick head of his cock against your puffy labia, his slit occasionally catching on your clit as he slid it back and forth.

“I want you to beg for my cock, Y/N. Beg for the great Esidisi of the flame to fill you up,” Esidisi commanded, taking a fistful of your hair to force you to look back at him.

“Please, Esidisi, fill me up with your cum!” You whined, shimmying your hips as you desperately tried to get his dick inside of you.

He teasingly rubbed his cockhead against your entrance, his cool piercing contrasting with the heat of the precum that coated your sensitive pussy lips.

“Hm, what do you think, Kars? Should fill your little lover up with my seed?” He chuckled as he gyrated his hips, continuing to tease your sensitive little pussy.

“Hm, I think they need to beg a little more,” Kars smirked as he forced you onto all fours, smacking your face with his hard dick.

You let out a surprised whine.

“Beg for it,” Kars said as he smacked your face with his hard penis again.

“Please, Esidisi! Fill me up! I want you to fill my cunt up!” You whined, wiggling your hips even more, desperate for his dick.

Kars smacked your face with his cock again.

“And?” He said expectantly with a quirked brow as he positioned his heavy cock before your lips, his precum glossing your lips.

“Please fuck my throat, Lord Kars!” You whined, grasping his shaft and desperately wrapping your lips around his leaking tip.

Kars chuckled. “That’s exactly what I want to hear, pet.”

“Now stuff his pussy, Esidisi,” Kars commanded, as he rolled his hips against your face, teasing your throat with his oozing cock head.

You damn near choked as Esidisi plunged into your pussy, distending the last traces of Wamuu’s cum before fucking you at a relentless pace.

You moaned and whined around Kars’ cock, grasping his firm, plush ass and pulling him flush against your face, flexing your throat as you desperately sucked him down.

Esidisi smacked your ass in time with his thrusts, making your needy cunt drip with embarrassed arousal.

Both of Kars’ hands played with your chest, pinching, tugging, massaging. Your entire body sung with pleasure as the eldest Pillarmen used you as a desperate little playtoy.

The both of them finished inside of you in unison, the beautiful sight and feeling and knowledge of the two great Pillarmen losing themselves inside of you sent you over the edge, making you squirt all over Esidisi’s warm thighs.

The two of them chuckled as they pulled out of you, Esidisi watching his cum spill from your cunt like a river.

“Did you enjoy being fucked full and used like that?” Esidisi purred.

You nodded eagerly, your body quivering from the overstimulating pleasure of it all.

Esidisi chuckled at that before raising his hand and smacking your pussy roughly.

You cried out at that as his near burning hot hand struck your labia. He repeated this motion over and over until you were crying, looking up at Kars and begging him to stop his second-in-command. The eldest pillarman just looked down at you impassively though, carding his hands through your hair.

“Did you forget this was a punishment, baby?” He cooed, his cock coming back to life so he could smack your face with it again.

“Santana!” Kars roared, calling the youngest of the Pillarmen forward.

“You and I are going to share their tight throat, alright?” Kars explained.

Santana nodded, positioning his cock before your face. You looked up at it in confusion, wondering why he was still soft.

“Suck me until I am hard,” Santana merely stated, grasping the base of his cock as Kars wrenched your mouth open.

You whined as your throat was stuffed again, desperately sucking the thick cock inside of your throat until you could feel it pumping heatedly, growing harder in your throat, making you gag. You smacked his hip, desperate for air only for Kars to pinch your nose, making you panic as you lost the air in your lungs.

Eventually you couldn’t take anymore and desperately wrenched your head back, gagging as you coughed up bile and Santana’s precum.

You took desperate deep breaths only for you to find your throat stuffed with Kars’ cock next.

You whined and cried as you slobbered on Kars’ cock, feeling the barbells on the underside of his dick tickle your throat.

You yelped around his dick as you felt Wamuu’s cock replace Esidisi’s firm hand, filling you to the brim.

(Warning: water sports content below: piss desperation + golden shower)

But as Kars and Santana alternated taking over your throat and Wamuu steadily pumped your pussy, you felt an uncomfortable pressure on your bladder.

You whined in alarm, pulling yourself off of Kars’ dick to voice your worry.

“L-Lord Kars, wait! I-I need to pee,” you whined, eyes wide and pleading as you felt the pressure in your bladder swell even more with Wamuu’s powerful thrusts.

“You say that like it’s an issue,” Kars smirked, motioning for Wamuu to speed up.

You let out an undignified cry as Wamuu’s powerful forceful thrusts jolted your abdomen. His fat dick was putting way too much pressure on your sensitive bladder.

“Please, Lord Kars! Please!” You pleaded.

“I’ll tell you what, my dear,” Kars smirked, sadism glinting in his dark crimson eyes.

“If you can hold out until Wamuu cums, your punishment will be over,” he purred.

Your eyes lit up with relief as you thanked your lord over and over again, but when you felt Wamuu speed up once more, you realized that this was simply too good to be true.

“Oh? Looks like Wamuu doesn’t want to give you the easy way out,” Kars chuckled.

Esidisi cackled, pumping his cock as he watched Wamuu relentlessly fuck your pussy.

“Oh, you dirty boy, Wamuu, you want to feel Y/N piss all over you?” Esidisi jeered.

You whined, looking back at Wamuu desperately as you tried so hard to not let your bladder release.

Your hopes began to wane as Wamuu sped up even faster, but his thrusts grew arrhythmic and his balls swelled and twitches against your clit until his hips finally stilled and with a roar he creamed your pussy, ejaculating far more than any of the others had.

Rope after thick sticky rope poured into your pussy, bloating and distending your belly as the great warrior trembled and moaned, filling you to the brim until you couldn’t be filled anymore. The overstimulated walls of your cunt, staffed far too much with both his and Esidisi’s copious seed forced Wamuu’s fat cock out of you.

You whined in embarrassment as your pussy loudly squelched as thick drooling strands of yours, Wamuu’s, and Esidisi’s lust spilled down to the sheets below.

Esidisi chuckled at that, before grunting and painting your back white with his seed.

After he’d come to fruition, he went behind you and roughly spanked your pussy again, making you cry out as a stream of piss trickled out of your urethra.

You looked up at Kars desperately, sighing in relief as your lord smiled down at you.

“Relieve yourself, my love,” he crooned. “Your punishment is over now.”

You cried and thanked him over and over again as you let your body relax, a thick, powerful stream of piss gushing from you, making you sigh and moan out in desperate relief as the sheets below soaked thoroughly with your golden water.

You nearly screamed though when you felt Wamuu’s lips wrap around your pussy once more, shamelessly slurping up your piss as the other Pillarmen cackled and cheered him on.

“Fuck,” you whined, thighs twitching as you fell face first onto the pillows below you, helpless as Wamuu’s eager mouth devoured every last drop of piss until there was nothing left.

You panted and sighed, glad it was all over.

But as streams of warm liquid trickled and sprinkled onto your back, a chorus of loud relieved sighs and groans echoing around you, you realized that this was the end of your punishment.

Wamuu flipped you over, forcing you to helplessly watch as he and the other Pillarmen pissed all over you. You let out a weak little whine as their hot urine sprayed all over you, soaking your entire body.

You felt so ashamed, degraded, and disgusted but despite yourself a shameful arousal spurred within you, prompting you to discreetly try and spread your thighs so you could feel Wamuu’s heavy golden stream hit your puffy, overwhelmed clit.

If any of them noticed, they said nothing, merely enjoying a moment of peaceful relief. You felt a twinge of pride swell in your chest with the knowledge that you were the one who brought them to this state.

(Water sports content over)

Despite the fact that this was your punishment, you found yourself in a relaxing, steaming bubble bath after everything had ensued, Wamuu and Kars gently cleaning you of the smutty fluids your body had been covered with.

Afterwards, Kars draped you in a comfortable silk slip and herded you towards his massive bed, pulling you close and kissing you gently.

“Let this be your reminder to never leave me again, for I will always be the one to bring you to peaks of pleasure beyond the imaginable,” Kars warned as he pulled you close, hips rocking against yours as he initiated gentle, loving sex, his cock slipping between your puffy overworked folds as Wamuu, the stoic guard, watched, a glint of mirth in his eyes as he watched Kars ravish you, knowing that he could have you whenever he wanted now, to ensure that you would never leave the Pillarmen again.

~fin~

Also ok damn that wasn’t an imagine that was more like a messy oneshot but like. I hope y’all enjoyed the ride??

#jjba #jojos bizarre adventure #pillar men #kars #jjba pillar men #kars jjba #fanfiction #jjba wamuu #esidisi #jojo #wamuu x reader #yes i’m a simp #kars x reader #esidisi jjba #esidisi x reader #santana jjba #santana x reader #santana #battle tendency #jjba part two #part two #also sorry if this is ass I don’t write dark fiction #pillarmen x reader #Kars simp #Kars smut #smut #kars x reader smut #santviento

[5eraphim]

this thought has been rotting my brain for about a week now and I've just worked up the courage to request this, feel free to delete this if you don't want to write btw.

Yandere medic had kidnapped the reader a while ago, and medic got home after a long day and the reader just sort of walks up to medic and hugs him, completely unprompted.

Idk I need something fluffy in my life.

(I am so bad at writing fluff- but it is funny the one fluff request I've gotten is for Medic of all people 💀 Hope you enjoy!)

Title: Night Light

Character: Medic 🕊️ (Team Fortress 2)

Rating: M (MINORS DNI- GO PLAY OUTSIDE)

Content Warnings: yandere, possessive behavior, mind break, hurt/comfort, toxic relationship, implied NSFW, kidnapping, touch starved reader, cuddles, reader is gender neutral, implied dehumanization/slight infantilization

Word Count: 1.9K

MASTERLIST

TIP JAR

"When you grow accustom to something, when it becomes part of your everyday life, you notice when it suddenly vanishes.

If only my heart were made of stone."

Cormac McCarthy, The Road

Time had never passed as slowly during your captivity as that evening. He was late coming home, not a rarity, though you couldn't shake the feeling something about tonight was different. A certain air of restlessness only heightened your agitation. Minutes passed like hours while you were rooted at the window waiting for the harsh white headlights to cue Medic's return home.

As you waited, poised right by the bedroom's window, you paced back and forth, wearing a thin blanket from the bed as a shawl across your shoulders, wringing the ends with your hands nervously. As though it was physically impossible to still yourself. 

Never before had the 10 x 10 bedroom you were confined to while Medic was out of the house felt as claustrophobic as it did now. You weren't allowed out of this room when Medic wasn't home, it wasn't much, but you still got a shiver down your spine remembering how he left you chained to a radiator in the basement after your first escape attempt. At first, Medic wanted to trust you, giving you access to roam the top floor of his house while he was gone, though that lasted less than a week after you'd tried to run away, shattering a window and nearly severing a vein when you tried to pull yourself through.

After that, you were taught the hard way any comfort in this house was to be earned, and your petty act of rebellion or insolence would only result in punishment. Being chained up in the basement was the worst, but there were other ways Medic would force you to obey his commands and diminish any dignity you held onto. If you wanted clothes, you would have to wear what he provided for you, assuming he felt generous enough to supply any. If you wanted to eat, you'd be lucky if he let you eat at the table with him; it was marginally less degrading than when he fed you while you sat on his lap, though this wasn't nearly as bad as when he would force you to feed from a bowl on the floor at his feet. If you didn't want to sleep on the cold floor, not only were you forced to share his bed, but be obedient and not give him a reason to kick you out. 

Nowadays, you aren't so resilient. You knew Medic was a sick bastard, and you knew if you kept testing him, there was a good chance your luck would eventually run out, and he'd do something severe. Even if the obedience was faked, Medic appeared appeased. He remarked on how much easier it was to hold you when you weren't struggling or how beautiful you looked when you smiled for him. You wanted to believe you were only doing this for your safety, that you truly hated Medic with your entire heart, and that you'd die before ever loving him back. But as the days began to pile up and your resistance slipped away, Medic grew genuinely kinder. You couldn't help but feel some inexplicable yearning for Medic. When he was gone, you were always alone, the feeling as dismal as it was inevitable. And while you might still fear him, when Medic was home, you felt a bittersweet acceptance of your situation. 

After what felt like an eternity passed, you watched headlights drawing closer as you watched Medic's car pulling into the driveway. Your heart leaped into your throat as you listened to the sound of the door being unlatched. Springing from waiting by the window, you stood in front of the bedroom's door; your blanket-shawl slipped off your shoulders and fell onto the floor as you strained your ears to listen, vaguely able to hear Medic kicking off his boots, dropping off his white coat before finally making his way up the stairs. You could feel your heart beating in your ears as you listened to Medic unlocking the door while you stood frozen in place, waiting to see Medic at last. 

He pulled open the door and, for a moment, appeared surprised to see you standing there waiting for him. For a beat, the two of you stared at each other silently, unsure of what the other would do next, Medic opened his mouth to say something, but you were faster. Moving determined, though awkwardly, you extended your arms out before reaching for Medic, wrapping your arms around his neck, and pulling him into a tight hug. For a moment, Medic was stunned and motionless with shock, feeling you pulling him closer to you with silent neediness.

"Please hold me back." Your voice came out breathy and hushed, the words tumbling out before you even realized what you were saying as you mumbled as close to his ear as you could, arms wrapping just a touch tighter around Medic's shoulders, as though you hadn't seen him in weeks. You couldn't see his face, more content to shut your eyes and burrow your face into his chest, inhaling his scent. Though silently, you knew you wanted more. A part of you wanted to tear the clothes right off of him and feel the heat of his body directly against your own skin. But for now, you were content to savor the moment as it was, hearing the faint sound of his heart beating in rhythm with every breath he took. 

He chuckled, wrapping his arms around your torso, returning the embrace with equal warmth. "I was surprised to see the light still on when I pulled in, were you staying up to see me again?" You nodded, head still buried in his chest. 

He always said you looked so cute when you nuzzled him like this, and he couldn't help but hum with satisfaction seeing you all needy. "Aw, were you worried I was spending time with someone else? Were you jealous?"

He was clearly trying to mess with you, but you couldn't help but raise your voice a little, responding, squeezing him tighter in your arms. "No! I was afraid, Medic!"

Pulling your arms from his shoulders, you let him hold you while you continued, feeling as though tears were about to fall at any moment.

"I missed you… I missed you a lot." You wanted to explain yourself, convert these intense and enigmatic emotions into words, to explain to Medic and yourself. 

He pulled away just enough to face you, "Why don't we go lay down for a moment? You look like you could use that." Nodding silently, you let him guide you to bed, pulling back the covers before tucking you into bed, allowing you to situate yourself before crawling in right next to you. The warm, almost calm look never once left his face as you writhed for a moment uneasily, trying to find a comfortable position beside him. Eventually, settling down to lay on your side, wrapping one arm over his chest and a leg just over his lap. Medic's arm stretched across your shoulders to pull you closer, his other hand under the blanket, rubbing his fingers along the thigh, you draped over him. At that moment, you felt almost as though you were back in the body of a child, curling up in your parent's bed after a nightmare. Even now, you continue to nuzzle your face against him. You had an entire day of loneliness to undo, but now that you could feel him so warm and close, all your stress and tension were melting away. Sighing, you pulled away, looking up at Medic with eyes half-lidded with admiration.

"What happened to you while I was gone?" He tried to force a chuckle as though he were joking, but the glimmer of curiosity in his eyes gave away his sincerity. 

Resting your cheek against his chest, staring blankly at the wall, you answered in a dull voice. "I don't know, and I can't explain it. But when you were late, I guess I just started to miss you, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't stop." 

As you spoke, your voice grew frailer. It hurt to think about the isolation, the loneliness, everything you'd endured stuck in a cloister confined to one bedroom. 

Medic made a noise of sympathy, "But you know I'd be back; you know I'd never abandon you, don't you?" 

Of course, you knew; the Medic told you many times before he'd die before leaving you. But Medic never knew how to stay dead; realistically, you knew he always managed to find his way back to you.

"Today, waiting for you to come home, it hurt. It hurt more than ever." Internally you felt a twinge of guilt; you just wanted to enjoy your time with Medic now that he was finally home; the last thing you wanted was to make him worry about you. But you weren't lying, and you felt that if you kept all your loneliness bottled up inside, you'd lose your mind altogether. 

He looked down, his brow creased slightly with worry. "Have you been feeling ill?" 

You shook your head, "Not sick, just worried."

Hearing this, Medic's cheeks reddened slightly. For the first time in ages, you'd managed to be the one to fluster him, and you had to admit, he looked bizarrely cute like this. His typical mania softened into something entirely different. Sure, you'd seen his softer side before, but you felt as though you'd never really appreciated it until now, and your heart ached with a lonely kind of affection. 

"Worried about me?" His head cocked to the side a little, unable to entirely process the words leaving his own mouth. You tugged at his shirt lightly, scrunching the fabric with your fingers.

"I worry because I care about you. I think I've felt this way for a while, waiting for you to come home… I don't know- but I feel like all these feelings are finally coming together. I love you, Medic." You could've sworn you felt Medic's heart beating a bit faster as you rambled, but you knew for sure you felt him gasping slightly hearing you say, "I love you."

It's not like he'd never heard those words from you before. But every time before now, it was prompted, whether as a response to his own "I love you" or via threat to hurt you if you didn't say it. Though that isn't to say you'd never thought this before. Though saying it out loud, at last, made it all finally feel real.

He leaned down to kiss the top of your head, mattering against your scalp, "I love you too, my love. I always have, I always will."

He continued, "You are the light of my life, and I swear, no matter how far I go- I will always find you."

For the first time all night, the tears you'd kept bottled up for so long began to fall. Though now you wept with joy, feeling a kind of levity in your heart you doubted you'd ever known before now. Medic stroked the back of your head as you wept into his chest, wetting his button-up with your tears. It was a comfort to assure yourself no matter how much time he spent away from you or how he punished you for disobedience in the past, he would always make up for the lost time when he found his way home. Not the building he lived in, but by your side, wrapping his arms around you, where he truly belonged.  

#anonymous #request #x reader #yandere #self ship #tf2 medic x reader #yandere medic #yandere medic x reader #yandere tf2 #hurt/comfort #yandere fluff #touch starved #male yandere #smut

[talesofurbania]

Hi! I hope you are having a good day, take this waffle, It’s a little trypophobic but I can assure you It tastes good ;D 🧇

Can I ask for a snippet where Hero and Villain have a child, so one day Supervillain kidnaps the child without knowing about their parents, but the kid doesn’t seem or act scared at all, and when they got asked the reason of this, the child is like “Oh my parents are probably coming in this moment lmao” and then BOOM! You have a very pissed hero and villain about to save their baby

I love the overprotective family dynamics 😅, feel free to ignore this if you want

Of course you can!! Thanks so much for the ask (and the waffle, it was delicious :D) I hope you enjoy it. (Sorry for taking so long btw, I wanted it to be just right!)

Both Hero and Villain let out contented sighs as they walked through the front door of their cosy house and dumped their bags in the entryway. 

‘Home sweet home’, Hero grinned as Villain kissed them on the cheek. ‘I’ll go get Sky’, they said, heading upstairs while Hero unpacked the groceries they’d picked up on the way home. They heard the muffled sounds of Villain moving upstairs. 

All of a sudden a thump reverberated through the house and made Hero freeze with a capsicum in their hand. 

‘You alright sweetheart?’, they called, their voice getting higher with worry when nobody responded. ‘Villain?’

They dropped the vegetables and ran up the wooden stairs, finding their spouse standing unnervingly still at the door of their kid’s room. In one hand they held a bright red poppy, in the other an empty needle with drops of some clear liquid still clinging to the insides of the syringe. The bedsheets were rumpled and Sky’s chair had been knocked over on its side. It didn’t take long to put two and two together.

Hero turned to their spouse, eyes wide. ‘He can’t know. He can’t…I mean- we were so careful–’

Villain was finding it hard to speak through the pure terror that had a chokehold around their throat.

 ‘No’, they whispered.  ‘We were careful. There’s no way he can know, I checked and double-checked…’, their words trailed off into a gasp for air as they looked down at their hands. The red dye from the plastic flower smeared over their fingers, reminding them uncomfortably of blood. 

_____________

The child watched from their chair as Supervillain paced harriedly in front of them, wringing their hands. If Supervillain hadn’t burst into their house, jabbed them with a needle, kidnapped them and tied them to a dirt metal chair in what looked like a warehouse reinforced with heavy steel doors...well, the kid might have felt sorry for the poor idiot. They only wished they had some popcorn right about now. 

‘So what was it you wanted from me again? I kinda zoned out the first time’, they asked Supervillain lazily, lounging as best they could with their hands bound with scratchy rope behind their back. The criminal turned and stared daggers at their captive. Usually, their death glare would have sent even the most hardened murderers running in the opposite direction. Unfortunately for them, the child had seen their own parent practise that same look in the mirror about a thousand times. They were immune. 

‘I told you, you little brat’, Supervillain snarled, ‘I saw you at the bombing of the hospital last week. I know you recognised me there so don’t even try denying it. Consider this a warning. You squeal to anyone that I detonated that bomb, those words will be your last.’

‘Mmmkay.’

Supervillain could only stand stunned by this kid’s total lack of fear. Where was the shaking, the sobbing, the begging and screaming that they had come to relish? 

‘How the hell can you possibly be so calm?’, they finally asked, curiosity and shock seeping through the crack in their facade. ‘Don’t you know who I am?’

‘Keep your hair on man, I know who you are.’ The kidnappee couldn’t help a smirk as they glanced at Supervillain’s hairless head. ‘And as for the first question, it’s chill, my parents’ll be on their way here right now.’

‘Your PARENTS’, Supervillain scoffed, smarting from the dig at their hair- or lack thereof. 

‘And who exactly are your—‘

Supervillain was cut short by the door’s lock, which shot off and slammed into their hip. A split-second later, the door crashed open as Hero and Villain barged through, fully armed and suited up. The child just grinned as Villain aimed a gun at a suddenly pale Supervillain before snarling ‘Get the hell away from our kid.’

#hero x villain #family #hero #villain #hero and villain parents #snippet #ask #writeblr #hero and villain #with a child!! #writing snippet #villains and heroes #sassy child

[humanmorph]

PALISADE 28.crazy good this week etc

New radio person for the intro...! This comes at a good moment. I still miss Baldwin Home like. That very first PALISADE intro is genuinely so hard to beat... but this feels good. I'm once again thinking about Austin writing these... The style used for Black Screens intros obviously shines through (she's his protégé) but she does have her own voice already (way more rhyming? I mean, I'd have to doublecheck HIS intros, it's literally just a feeling). Just the tone used and intonation already does a lot. Austin is so good at this fr. I'm still curious how he even approaches that. Also the "watch me unloose 80 Ls on these next lines" I knewwww that's 80 Ls for real as soon as Parti said illogical. I wonder if he wrote that bit first trying to see how many Ls he could fit in there & then finetuned it to get to a good number? I guess that's just how I would do it.

(who knows if we'll ever get a description for Parti. we never did for Black. maybe if she shows up in a conflict turn somehow? so im just fuckin around for now... i haven't sold myself on the clothes. i'm just not a fashion guy. but i do like the braids)

Oh & new guy alert part 2!!! New Keith character! And he has a funny hat. Not even funny as in goofy it just makes me laugh a bit because my dad and maybe every 5th 70+ y/o man I see has a hat like that. Love the sequin poncho.

(btw I am almost certain Keith has posted a picture of that teapot on Cohost before... He posts about tea sometimes so there's at least a chance. I mean the description of the coloring he gives is actually pretty good IMO, you can work with that, but I as an artist I like to have a visual reference. EDIT: someone just asked him. thank you keith and also rosecrest)

I have the. I got Armor Astir & a lot of the playbooks other people made in a bundle a while back and I'm real torn if I should just look at the Investigator because I'm really curious. But. I also love to be surprised. So I probably won't, but it's good to know I COULD, if I wanted to. Anyways, I was pretty sure it'd be another B-Plot character too, just because it makes sense. Brnine COULD go alone on a B-Plot, I guess, but it's more fun with 2 groups to jump between, surely. Though this means the Eclectic-Brnine dynamic is crucial! I hope they can meet up soon... But yeah I just really am gonna miss Phrygian backing them up and cheering and clapping and asking questions. They were so fun together... A great team :' (

ok so I wrote everything else about Eclectic down yesterday & then noted down "vibes?" as break between paragraphs because all I had at that point was the description & I wanted to get back to this. And ooohhh my god the vibes are fucking immaculate right off the bat I'm having a hard time to not Already be obsessed with this guy he's SO funny conceptually and it KEPT getting better... Truly delighted with this new type of guy (& Keith is doing a voice!). And I fucking love the hooks. Truly so great to me. The thought of these getting loosened OR deepened is already really really good. "Leap says"..... oh it's SO funny I keep laughing to myself

And I'm VERY excited it's a delegate like genuinely so happy. I was mourning the loss of a branched onscreen (okay.I still am) but this does make it worth it. Ever since they got introduced basically I so badly wanted to know anything more about them, but especially what Austin mentioned in the episode itself: the delegates relationships to the divines they are made from & of course the divines themselves (who are alive!!! Apparently that was already written in a dossier way back when, but I rarely read those). That has me sooo excited.

Oh and the like... I only thought about this just now but the connection there to Thisbe's new project is. That's gotta be something! "The divine who's being held captive somewhere on this planet, and has been tortured for millennia" hearing a message of... That this can end & rest is possible and it's SO CLOSE? But does that just make it worse... Ohhhhh. Yeah this rules. What a great idea.

That project generally is really... god, I love Thisbe so much. I love how Janine talks about her and what she thinks and why she does what she does. Thisbe's relationship to work and being a tool and of use is so interesting to put here, with the divines wanting to rest. (And Janine saying something like... Thisbe thinks of herself in relation to divines how Mow is to her? Kind of?) And saying it seems so solitary a project... every divine should know about it. Every divine deserves the right to rest. But it's also a call to action of sorts when she talks about like... "shouldn't you want to protect this?" I think her "Fighting is not my purpose, but there is nowhere else for me until the fighting is over." hook could be in conservation here too... Also I'm just looking forward for Thisbe to Broadcast again. It was like, one of her things in PARTIZAN. I really liked her & Cori working on this together with the. Experience they just had behind them. Sylvi & Janine reading the hooks for each others characters kind of sheepishly was soooo funny "I forgot how bitchy this was!". That's good stuff to me. (as an aside: god, Thisbe has always had good as hell hooks/beliefs/whatever else. Remember "Operant Broun lies to me because they believe I am a person."? Banger. ) I also love that she thought of this/about this at the rib(?) of Barricade. Barricade as an axiom who had this close (& good, protective) relationship with another axiom...

btw now that Leap is NOT coming back I do miss him a bit. Mostly out of principle like I am So happy we have Eclectic but Leap is my guy.... shoutout to him... being a bitch bastard pirate out there in space... + shoutout to Figure A too always : ) (speaking of, on the Gathering Information Extra bit from today he talked about if he had played Leap, picking a class that also had like, a crew, and I'm mostly just really curious who that would've been. I would love for Keith to make up some funny guys for Leap to order around. I wonder if Eclectic or an Eclectic type would've been on that?)

(Also Leap investigating Motion. Ok. To ME it's at least partly bc this was so important to Millie. And he has reason to be concerned generally he fought Motion too but. That's MILLIE'S rival! And it doesn't even have to be at the front of his mind when he does this. Maybe it isn't. But it's real & it's something to remember her by through actual action. Because he's not the sentimental type.Do you get me.?)

Brnine talk show. This was sooo good. After they joked about it in PAL25 too. I recognized the hosts name, but wasn't quite sure from where until I read the dossier - of course he's that guy from the podcast. God. I have got to relisten to that sometime... I remember Ali on one of the recent Gathering Information ep (the one w/ Austin on, I think) mentioning a conversation that was like. stressful to do. and then also to listen to? (since she has to for production/editing) and I figured it would be another Gucci-type talk but ooohh my god. This was sooo. EDIT: ACTUALLY what if it wasn't even. What if it's about to be this talk with Rye edit: GALLICA i cant believe noone called me on this. mixing my elects up. rye is the one gur killed (mvp). Austin was sounding a bit ominous about it at the end of this episode! HUGE shoutouts to Ali again she is just absolutely killing it this season for real... And I honestly feel like overall Brnine was, considering the situation, doing very well. Genuinely. You're feverish and hollowblooded and have this fucking. Guy needling you & asking the stupidest questions... & like. "You made Kalmeria. They'd never let you rot in jail." of courseeee they want Brnine working for them. They're so GOOD at what they do. They messed with the parts of A Fucking Divine. . I just had a scary thought and it involved Mustard Red. But. Surely not. Nooo. I'm shaking my head. However Arbitrage? An Arbitrage deal (like they tried to make them take before) would work just perfectly for this, wouldn't it...

some other stuff:

When Austin mentioned Grand Mag in that vision Cori had I thought something like 'man. sucks to be him : (' but like. In a genuine way. "I can't stop it from hurting people a little"........... Hah oh wow I just thought of this but I am so excited for people who haven't listened to TM to meet him now. He's not even my favourite he just makes me crazy in a way almost no other character does? Like there's something so WRONG with him. And there's things wrong with a lot of FatT characters but it's like... Well. Grand Magnificent.

I love the thought of them watching Brnines interview at the next movie night (POOR BRNINE.) but I also want to know what Eclectic would pick for movie night. Oh and Partial too. Though he may not be staying I would still really love to know. Partial coming on board for the mission has me intrigued generally.

Oh and Gur talking! Even if just a little. I still feel so bad for them. "I believe in whispers in ears"... and they have reason to now. Figure is a person trying their best to do good & make changes, which is what Gur wants. I just wish they weren't a specter haunting someone elses body & what even happens when Figure rolls a 10+. Is Gur still there and Figure just stops seeing him? oohh it hurts a bit.you can't do this to him you can't (related: I extremely forgot about the other specters and ghosts and ghouls and whatnot that Figure can also see. It's not just my friend Gur Sevraq. Looking forward to hear more about that & how it affects Figure so much as to roll with disadvantage!)

Love to learn just a little more about devotion. I really need to just relisten to that again & think about it a bit harder.

At one point Austin says "Still flanked by guards, you are" and it caught me off guard & made me wheeze. He didn't even do that on purpose . I get him I do this way too often(realize I forgot to say part of a sentence and pack it at the end)

#from yesterday and also today. #palisadeposting #palisade spoilers

[catknifetime]

Some Wheel of Time thoughts: the way Aes Sedai treat men who can channel is even worse than it looks at first glance. No I’m not kidding.

I will be using severed instead of gentled or stilled in this post, I just think using 1 term is more simple.

So let’s start with some basic 100% true facts: 1. The men who are channeling out in the world are men born with the spark, they cannot help it. 2. Men who can channel will go mad, and 99% of the time end up hurting a lot of people with the power. 3. Even if men who can channel don’t kill other people or themselves with the power, they will inevitably die horribly of necrosis overtaking their bodies. 4. Severing men who can channel stops the madness and necrosis progressing. 5. Severed men become extremely depressed and suicidal, to the point that they almost always eventually starve themselves to death if prevented from committing suicide in a faster way.

The White Tower knows all of these things, as well as what happens to a severed woman.

Second collection of facts for my argument is what (as far as I can tell) The White Tower’s official plan of action for men who can channel is. And it is this this: 1. Find a man who is channeling, probably through an informant’s network. 2. Sisters from the Red Ajah go and capture the man, shielding him and bringing him back to the tower. 3. The man is tried in the court of The White Tower and severed. 4. The man is kept prisoner in the white tower in pretty nice conditions until he finds a way to commit suicide or starves himself to death. (Note: #4 may not be true for all men, I am primarily basing this off of Logain and he is definitely an outlier. But just letting them go is actually pretty much just as bad)

Now up until the source was cleansed, severing men who can channel was actually the best option to deal with the situation. Both for the men and the world. But the way they treat men after gentling is inexcusable given the information they have.

What is this information you may ask? That they know how to help a severed woman with the depression that comes after severing. In The Shadow Rising, after Siuan and Leane are gentled they either think about or discuss (I don’t remember which) that the best way to stave off the depression from severing is to find a new purpose that takes up all of your time and energy. The impression is that this is common knowledge about how to help a severed woman. I think they even mention some severed women being set up with families by the tower to try and keep them alive.

They do not help severed men. Not even a bit of advice like a “oh btw you should try and find a job or task that takes up a lot of your time, it’ll help.” (Assuming they do let most severed men go). And they sure as hell didn’t try to help Logain with the depression when he was being held captive in the tower. They basically just condemned him to a slow death. Like if you aren’t going to help the guy you’re keeping prisoner and who you know is so depressed he’ll eventually starve himself to death just execute him and speed things up.

So it’s not a “oh this is a tragic necessity, so sad these men just invariably die” like some Aes Sedai present it. It’s actually a “oh this is a tragic necessity, but we’re making it WAY worse for these guys because of the Reds”. Did I mention that btw? That this is all because the Ajah in charge of dealing with men who can channel culturally HATES them. Aes Sedai could reduce the harm of severing for men, but they chose not to. Because even within the Aes Sedai there is an incredible amount of fearmongering about, and among the Red hatred for, men who can channel. Even though they all logically know the men can’t help it, that the ones channeling have the spark, they still hold very uninformed-seeming and uncomplicated opinions on them.

I don’t really have a conclusion. I guess I’ll just say that this isn’t a plot hole, just another way the Red Ajah sucks. And that the more you dig into how the white tower works the more you see how it really doesn’t.

#the wheel of time #wheel of time #wot #wheel of time book spoilers #wheel of time meta #red ajah #logain ablar #the white tower #aes sedai #suicide tw #starvation tw

[enypneon]

just in case there's ever someone writing with murtagh based on their knowledge of the movie 'eragon', here's a disclaimer:

both have different versions of murtagh. here, murtagh is nothing like the one you know. he descends from aristocracy, he grew up at court, stood at the heart of intrigues and snobby people pleasers, etc. hygiene is written BIG in his schedule. dirt-covered face? no thank you. i get that some of the things were impossible to know for the movie creators but there's also a lot of material they ignored/left out/altered. on purpose? i sure hope so or the situation would be even more grotesque.

under the cut, you can find some details, which might as well be interesting for those wishing to write with him in the future.

murtagh ...

... is not first seen by eragon in duret (where angela is). angela does mention eragon's future meeting with murtagh, though (i believe).

... did in fact see a dragon before. he might not remember morzan's but i am almost 100% convinced that he must have seen shruikan at some point. he technically lived with a dragon. and while he was surprised to see saphira take off, it might be simply for the reason that he had just never seen a dragon take flight so close before. shruikan is massive in size, bigger than the movie showed. hard to miss, you know? however, hardly seen flying around.

... wouldn't have held zar'roc with amusement and gawk at it (in case you've seen the deleted scene where he takes the sword while eragon is sleeping). trust me.

... did not shrug it off and was like 'alright gang, let's go to the vardens.' in the first instance it was mentioned. murtagh initially wanted to leave eragon once they were close to the vardens. well aware that the whole depth of his true identity is likely to be revealed there and he'll risk being dragged back to galbatorix which unfortunately does happen in the end.

... doesn't know the location of the vardens, he's not one of alagaësia's tour guides ready at your service. not long ago he pretty much spent every of his living seconds behind the walls of galbatorix' estate, not allowed to leave. how is he supposed to know about the varden's exact location? an alliance opposing the king.

... was there when brom died (who did not get wounded by the shade in gil'ead btw, which is also a city, and not the fantasy version of alcatraz). murtagh came to the camp while brom was still there at the brim of death ─ and assisted in tending to brom's wounds.

... helped saphira rescue arya AND ERAGON (after brom's passing), who were both held captive in gil'ead. arya stays in a self-induced coma from the moment they escape until they reach the vardens and neither eragon nor murtagh know she's an elven princess. she first mentions this in the second book!

... shot that arrow into durza's head, he hit the shade's shoulder then landed an arrow between his eyes. eragon didn't do that. brom can't tell them they need to pierce his heart, since he's already dead by the time.

... carries a physical scar. a reminder of his father striking him with zar'roc, it stretches along the ENTIRETY of his back, and it's not just a small curve over his hip bone (as is shown in the movie). the few people who get to see it are usually taken aback by how gruesome it looks.

extra info dump:

despite of what the movie suggests thorn will not die by default if murtagh were to die before him. yes, most of the dragons die shortly after but it's due to the emotional and mental repercussions their rider's death causes. losing their rider can drive them into madness and they may act in a haphazard manner, meaning their own actions would lead to their death. like achilles being so blinded by the thought and urge for revenge that it eventually kills him because he's defeated as a consequence of his recklessness. there are records and sightings of riderless dragons. galbatorix current dragon is such an example. shruikan is not the one that hatched for galbatorix.

dragon and rider are equal. the way eragon speaks to saphira in the movie commanding her to do this and that does not work! murtagh can't tell thorn what to do, and neither can thorn force actions on murtagh. the rider is not above the dragon. so don't go complaining to murtagh when thorn's being mean to you.

#disclaimer:murtagh. #i'm giving you this small list because i'd rather write in a verse made up between me and my writing partner #than dive into the world of this insult of a movie #i know comparing books to their movies never is right BUT this one was a violation OKAY?? #and yes this is a 'small' list there's much much more and i'm happy to share it all with you if needed although it pains to think about it #also i won't despise you or whatever should you enjoy the movie IN FACT the movie actually made me read the books because i loved it! #the movie has a lot of inconsistencies about certain events that were in the book for a reason #so that the story progression of the next books makes sense and because murtagh is based on the books i can't portray him as he is shown #in the movie... otherwise he'd appear “out of character” in the canon storyline that is portrayed on this blog... #° › OOC ‹ 𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄 * out of character ╲ MUN .

[detshin]

I was rewatching a lot of Heiji cases, and I was wondering your take on this: If one of Kazuha's failed confessions (circa Furinkazan / The Design of Poison and Mirage) had succeeded, how do you think Heiji would have reacted? Keeping in mind that this is pre-Ebisu bridge, of course, so supposedly he is clueless to his feelings for Kazuha... (love your blog btw!!)

Hiii (sorry for the late reply, but I was completely out of the conan fandom for some time, I still am in a way... But I was feeling like writing a bit so here I am xd)

To this day I don't understand what happened there. It has to be an inconsistency, because remember when they were kidnapped and held captive and Heiji told her that he had to tell her something? Then he said that about her hair tickling his neck? Wtf was that then? It honestly makes no sense. Maybe he had a small crush and then realized he actually is in love with her? Maybe he's dumb? (very possible lmao)

I do have to say that I do enjoy the trope of Heiji being so oblivious to his feelings because I enjoy the idea of Shinichi just- SUFFERING, because of it. I will always remember the episode with the magicians where Heiji tells him he knows why he's jealous and Shinichi is all: !!!!! Oh holy SHIT!!!! Hell yeah bro you amazing tell me, why are you jealous? I don't know it either 👀 and then Heiji tells him it's because Kazuha is like his supporter? Secretary? Helper? (whatever word he used I can't remember and I'm not going to go search I'm too lazy) and Shinichi just.... Crumbles? His fucking reaction to it. His best friend is an idiot. I cry every time.

Anyway, back to your question.

I really don't know. Maybe he would take some time to respond? I say that because shinran kinda parallels this in the opposite way. Shinichi told Ran his feelings and they did not speak about it for god knows how long until Ran responded in Kyoto. Of course it would be a bit different because Ran was actually VERY aware of her own feelings and then again Shinichi was gone for a while... But I think my point still stands. Shinichi and Kazuha parallel each other a lot when it comes to their love lives, so I'm putting my money on Heiji needing a little time at least to think about it.

He would be happy, but he wouldn't know why, so that might trigger his discovery of his own feelings for her, if you get what I mean?

#dcmk #detective conan #heizuha #heikazu #shinran

[goblins-riddles-or-frocks]

For Ship Bingo, a collection of problematic men: Alucard/Anderson, Kirei/Gilgamesh, and Hannibal/Will.

Hey! Sorry this took a minute, I was too lazy to actually download the bingo board to edit it 😂

Andercard:

I loooove them! Narrative foils do it better! But also I am just not into any remotely fluffy or cute depiction. That is simply not the point, their entire thing is expressing interest and even respect through violence. And also the tragedy of their dynamic is infinitely more interesting to me. So I just like it more as a missed opportunity kind of thing? And idk I think fandom kind of just ignores their personalities very often.

Anyway you know I love their final battle. I love how Anderson keeps being narratively compared to Van Helsing. I LOVE how Anderson’s death facilitates Alucard’s very public breakdown, and biggest display of emotion we’ve seen from him. Just on his knees sobbing over his own past, over mistakes he’s made, over Anderson’s similar choices. Just so good. It’s also such a great choice to have Alucard try to dissuade him from using the Nail of Helena earlier. Idk they just have such an interesting dynamic and I don’t see that being explored very often?

Btw people who think Alucard tops are wrong

Kotogil:

I hate it (affectionate) Idk this is such an absurd! delightful! pairing. Gilgamesh might as well be holding up a sign reading “bratty sub looking for a dom ❤️” throughout all of Fate/Zero lmfao

Also like idk isn’t it canon though?? They live together for ten years! When the holy grail grants Kirei’s greatest wish it’s a small scale apocalypse and Gilgamesh in a physical body (aka not leaving after the war) and naked.

I’m obsessed with the idea of pre Stay Night Kotogil as Rin’s horrible evil dads. I know they canonically aren’t super involved in her life, but I do not care. Let me have this. Fate canon contradicts itself a million ways anyway.

For what it’s worth, I (clearly) think the ship is very interesting. But simultaneously Gilgamesh’s impact on Kirei and the story is also very fascinating. Like what a moral spiral! Idk so just on a narrative level I really like it.

Hannigram:

God idk these two are insane. I think people frequently frame it as bizarrely… uncomplicated? As if it’s only a story of Hannibal idk… showing Will his true self or something. And that’s simply not true in my opinion!

Hannigram, and the entire fucking show, hinges on the manipulation and cruelty. Diluting it is simply boring.

Anyway re: conflicted feelings, I just idk dude I want Will to be happy and that’s never happening with Hannibal’s insane shit. It’s a fantastic gradual villain romance imo and the way it’s handled is very interesting! It manages to walk a fine line of keeping Hannibal fucking horrible while also maintaining the romance and that’s tough generally.

I personally wish the narrative was a little more open to having Hannibal experience real weakness? And that’s a general issue I have with the show, but it’s definitely a concern with the ship as well. I would’ve just liked to see him torn down a little more, or being allowed to display any genuine desperation when things are ostensibly going bad for him. (Like when he’s held captive by Verger for instance) That would’ve brought more stakes to his character, and by extension his dynamic with Will. But also I do still like their dynamic a lot as it is. And I think the way Will is just completely disillusioned by and done with his bullshit as the story progresses does help a lot.

Tangential, but this is also another ship where violence is explicitly framed as a vehicle for true understanding and tenderness. And idk it’s so fascinating. These two make deeply violent scenes insanely romantic. Like Hannibal literally fucking gutting Will just as an excuse to touch him? Insane! Unhinged! Will talking about how he fantasizes about killing Hannibal?? “With his hands” and Hannibal is clearly really really into it???

#ship bingo #nbc hannibal #hellsing #fate zero #fate series #andercard #kotogil #hannigram #this is very off the cuff and not though out lol #i ramble sometimes #all the bendy punctuations #ask games

[wh01sstanl3y]

TW: DRAWINGS OF FAKE BL00D

Guys look I made uhm I uh 2006 Billy Headcannon art yeah look it’s him it’s the guy🫵🫵🫵🫵

Once again, I know most people aren’t very fond of the 2006 Black X-Mas, but idc. I am

[pls click the art for better quality btw]

My 2006 Billy headcannon has more changes mentally and personality wise than the 1974 Billy.

(All Info is in pink, so if you wish to skip over that and read the end message of the post, don’t be afraid to do so👍)

CW: mentions of murder/death, cannibalism, childhood trauma, and being held in captivity(specifically in one’s own home)

For ‘06 Billy, I’ve changed up certain elements of his backstory simply because they felt forced at times in the movie(some but not all will be mentioned in this list)

He was locked in the attic for a shorter amount of time (9-11 months) at around the age of 12

After the murder of his parents, he was still registered at Clark sanitarium and escaped at the age of 28

He is no longer a cannibal, nor does he indulge in cannibalistic traits

I also gave Agnes a bigger part in the overall plot and his life, but I’ll get deeper into that on another post if a lot of people want me to.

Although he usually wasn’t allowed/encouraged to have interests as a child, he does like Star Trek and is fond of checkers

He finds comfort in items/areas that are connected to the few fond memories he had in his childhood, including certain foods, rooms, clothing items, etc.

He usually prefers to be alone, but if he truly wants to he will request for a person he trusts to be with him while he completes a task or simply goes about his day

Alright we’ll that’s really it ig. Anyways I love him he’s my best friend and I have poured my heart and soul into him and will continue to do so I love him sooooooo much💕💕💕

#black christmas #slashers #billy lenz #black christmas 1974 #horror #slasher

[uncommondumdum]

okay. your turn. deploy the ocs.

Gladly. (Might as well introduce new ones, these ones are prob just going to be old roblox avatars that I converted into ocs.)

(Sorry for the edginess in this one.)

This one is an old oc, I made her back in 2017, she was my Halloween Roblox avatar. Anyways, basically, she was a chucky ripoff. Except she’s younger and basically a child. I sort of forgot what her backstory was, all I know is that it reminded me of chucky. Forgot the name I gave her.

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Ok so, this one is like really old…I had this one for AGES, probably since 2013-2014 at most. I wasn’t around Roblox (didn’t join until 2015) at the time and was obsessed (literally) with Fnaf. She went through some changes and this photo ur seeing is a redraw from April 2020. In 2020 I used have a crush on that pink cat guy from Jsab sooo I’d draw her and the cat into either aus I made or just Wattpad stuff I read at the time. She basically was my self insert.

She didn’t really have a proper backstory as it got changed a lot. And I forgot what it was for this one as well. All I remember was she got transported to this world because she put her head to close to the computer screen. (As of the 2020 one.)

I used to be a shy person back then (still am.) so half of my ocs were shy. Her name was P btw.

(Old drawing for these two since I’m to lazy to actually draw them, might later.)

Ignore the Gacha thing, I used make them in Gacha. Anyways, these two used to also be my Roblox avatars (hat person was from i think around 2017-2018 and scarf person was just an Christmas avatar.) I used to draw these guys together a lot.

Their backstory was they used to live in this castle with these people however Snow was basically being held captive and Hat person (I’m not going to call her Om, cause I plan on changing the name.) basically saved Snow and then stuff happens and then suddenly their dating now.

Snow was your average shy person while Hat person wasn’t.

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Old drawings again. Ok so these two were basically were bully and bully’s friend but stupid.

Bri’s backstory was she got stood up at a wedding and then she met Ra. And now their besties. Sort of. (She also wears that dress permanently to remember the person she loved.)

Ra’s backstory was she used to be apart of this acting place but then she had enough and escaped. Their still looking for her to do this day.

The reason Bride was made was because of a Roblox figure I had in my room at the time (I think it was 2018ish….19 even?) Ra was also an roblox avatar of mine so yeah. (2018 as well.)

I plan on maybe changing them up a bit.

[comfortbucky]

requests? did someone say requests??😌

fluffy headcanon, mafia boss!bucky comes home after being away for a week or so and it’s just a cute ass reunion between the reader & him with lots of kisses & hugs n shit

or(take your pick) :)

one shot, where john walker is really rude to reader(insults her & shit), but she stands up for herself. they(her & john) get into a fight & bucky finds out by surprisingly swinging by her apartment. of course bucky is pissed, but he tends to her wounds. then for some stupid reason, john shows up at readers apartment & bucky loses it. but it ends in bucky admitting his feelings to reader n some fluff 😩

hope you find motivation for at least one of these:😚

hi yes hehe i did say requests🙈

i’m a sucker for tfatws!bucky so- (and john walker is a rat bastard🤣 so lemme go off)

𝗶 𝗻𝗲𝗲𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂 ⋆｡˚ ☁︎ ˚｡⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆ ｡˚ ☁︎ ˚｡⋆｡˚ ⋆

pairing: tfatws!bucky x fem!avenger!reader

warnings: john walker (grr), violence! and descriptions of bloody injuries

A/N: also! i sort of changed the prompt i hope u don’t mind too much🥺 // this oneshot will not be taking place during the canon timeline btw but inspired by the events/themes of tfatws

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Y/N sighed, as she plopped onto the couch after a long day. She, Bucky, and Sam had spent the whole day researching the Flagsmashers to try and track them down. It took all day, partially because Bucky needed a little extra help with learning how to use his laptop. She chuckled at the memory, grabbing the remote to turn her TV on. Suddenly, a loud, aggressive, knock interrupted her thoughts. She sighed and leaned her head on the back of her couch, taking a moment to debate leaving her very comfortable spot, before getting up to answer the door. Y/N knew that she probably should have peeked through her peephole before answering, but she wanted to return to the comfort of her couch as soon as possible. She opened it to see none other than John Walker, greeting her with a smirk. Y/N rolled her eyes.

“What are you doing here, John? How the hell did you even get my address?”

“All government property has GPS tracking in it," he said, pointing to her laptop on the kitchen table behind her. She turned and frowned as he continued. "Look, you need us, me and Battlestar, to take down Karli.” She looked back at John, laughing at Lemar’s alias.

“No way I’m letting someone who goes by Battlestar help me out.” He glared at her comment. “Or you, a Captain America wannabe.”

John took an aggressive step closer, way too close for Y/N’s comfort, as he replied. “I am Captain America, whether you like it or not.”

"You'll never be Captain America," she snapped back. "You don't have what it takes." He glared at her and put his face right in front of hers.

"How would you know? You're a pathetic excuse for a soldier," he spat and Y/N grimaced at John's spit landing on her cheeks. He looked at her, his eyes examining her body. She hated every second of it, his stare making her feel grimy all over, like she immediately needed a shower. “Who’d you fuck to get into the Avengers anyways? Bet it was Steve.”

John’s comment was immediately followed by Y/N’s fist connecting with his cheek, forcing him to stagger back into the hall. She’d heard concerns about her abilities as an Avenger before, calling her weak, fragile, a bitch, etc. But she knew they almost always came from misogynistic men, and was able to shrug their comments off because she knew that she could easily beat all of them to a pulp, no problem. But thinking that she would sleep her way into becoming an Avenger crossed a line. Especially someone she respected and had admired as much as Steve.

John held his hand to his cheek, where he’d been hit, and looked up to make eye contact with Y/N. He smiled and before stating in a condescending tone, “That was cute.” John kicked her in the stomach, launching her onto the floor of her apartment. As she groaned and started to get up, John chuckled and kicked her down before she got to her knees. He went to kick her again when she rolled away, dodging his kick and standing up quickly, panting as she responded.

“God, do you ever shut the fuck up?”

She kicked her leg up to deliver a roundhouse kick to John’s face, spinning around to punch his nose. He stumbled a couple steps back, regaining his balance before swinging a punch towards Y/N. She caught his fist before it hit her and John took the opportunity to use his free hand to grab his shoulder and knee her in the stomach. She gasped, getting the wind knocked out of her. He then threw her into a shelf, shattering several photo frames on the ground. She landed on her stomach, attempting to get up by pushing her self up on her forearms. Y/N felt a warm liquid on her cheek and touched it, pulling it away from her face to see her fingertips covered in blood.

“Asshole,” she mumbled, before standing up to continue fighting.

Several moments ago, Bucky had made the decision to show up at Y/N’s apartment. He pressed some random keys on his computer, and now there was an error message that wouldn’t go away on his screen. Stubbornly, he tried to fix it on his own but ended up making it worse. He sighed in defeat, closing his laptop shut and tucking it under his arm before heading over towards her apartment. Bucky was just down the hall when he heard the sound of glass shattering, his leisurely stroll turning into a sprint to Y/N’s door.

Bucky arrived to see you pinned up against a wall with John’s hand around ur throat. Your hands were desperately clawing at John’s, attempting to free yourself from his grasp. Fear and terror consumed him before a wave of fury took over. Immediately, Bucky launched into action, dropping his laptop in the process. He ripped John away from you, tossing him on the ground. Bucky moved to hover over John, punching him repeatedly in the face. Y/N finally caught her breath and crawled over to Bucky, placing a hand on his shoulder, signaling him to stop. He kept his eyes on John’s bloody and bruised face, lowering his fist.

“Touch her again, and I’ll kill you,” he snarled, releasing John from his grasp.

John rolled over, took a moment to catch his breath. Bucky was standing, fists still clenched by his sides, as he watched John get up and exit Y/N’s apartment without another word.

He closed the door behind him and immediately spun around to see Y/N struggling to get up, attempting to push up from one of her knees. Bucky instantly rushed to her side, helping her to her feet. He grabbed one of her hands in his own and placed his other hand on the small of her back, as he guided her to the couch. He examined her and felt a pain in his chest, looking at her black eye, cut cheek, and her bruised neck outlined with John’s handprint. Without saying a word, he stood up and returned with a first-aid kit from her bathroom. He sat back down and immediately started to tend to her wounds. As Bucky started to disinfect the cut on her cheek, he spoke.

“That was stupid of you,” he mumbled, gently dabbing antiseptic ointment on her cut. It was a drastic contrast from his behavior only minutes ago, nearly ready to murder John. He took a bandaid from the kit and delicately placed it on her cheek. Bucky then moved his hand to assess her black eye, his thumb softly grazing a soft patch of skin under her eye. She frowned and lightly pushed his hand away.

“I would’ve been fine on my own, you know.”

“Sit still so I can take a look at your bruise.” He responded gruffly, lifting his hand and attempting to look at her bruised eye again. She shoved his hand away, this time more aggressively, and tried to stand up.

“Just leave me alone,” Y/N said, wincing and clutching her abdomen in pain, causing Bucky to grab her waist and slowly lower her back down onto the couch. Fucking John Walker.

“Y/N.”

She pulled his hands off her and reluctantly sat down to face him.

“You don’t need to defend me, Bucky,” she spoke, Bucky sensing anger in her voice. “I’m not some weak, helpless civilian. I’m a god damn Avenger for christ sake!” As Y/N shouted, her voice wavered and her eyes started to well up with tears.

Her arms were crossed in front of her chest and Bucky sat with his hands resting on his lap. Although she was speaking to Bucky, she felt like she was more-so trying to convince herself of what she was saying.

“I know,” he said calmly, but with a stern tone, keeping his eyes locked on hers.

“Okay, so leave me alone.”

“I can’t.”

“Why not!”

“Because I fuckin’ care about you!” Bucky shouted, causing Y/N’s face to immediately soften.

Her arms dropped to rest in her lap and she froze as Bucky softly raised his hand to cup her cheek, captivated by his touch. He cautiously moved, worried she would push his hand away again, but she didn’t. His thumb gently caressed her non-cut cheek and he pulled her face close to his. She felt his breaths fan her face as he spoke.

“I know you’re one of the strongest Avengers,” he started. “And I know you could kick John’s ass any day of the week. But I care so much about you and I need you to be okay.” Bucky’s lips hovered over Y/N’s, lightly brushing against hers.

“I need you, Y/N.”

She responded by crashing her lips onto his, moving her hands to hold his face closer to hers. The kiss was full of passion, love, and unspoken feelings. When they broke apart, gasping for air, Y/N smiled at him and ran a hand through his hair.

“I care about you too, Buck.”

Bucky had never seen such a bright light in his 106 years of living.

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