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444rockstargf · 4 months

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idk if youve already done sum like this buttt, fem reader is a pole dancer and jack or euro pay for a private lap dance or sum and reader gives him a lil somethin more when they alone 😝

since yall voted for euronymous!

"i drop it like it's hot on the pole." | euronymous

midnight dancer girlfriend. - lana del rey

✮⋆˙ [tags] @faesucksass @lustkillers @mayathepsychic1999 @josibunn @si1nful-symph0ny @vanlisbon @livingdead-reilly @oliviah-25 @lankysimp @auggiethecreator @livingdead-materialgirl @monkeyfart

stripper!female!reader x euronymous

word count: 1.6k

contents: pole dancing, striptease, teasing, masturbation, fingering, public sex, unprotected sex, squirting, slight overstimulation, a little aftercare

euronymous’ eyes were locked on you from afar. you could feel the burn of his stare along with at least one hundred pairs of other eyes that couldn’t remove their eyes from your body. you effortlessly slid down the pole, your hair flowing and perfectly covering your illuminated face as your black leather skirt lifted a little, leaving almost nothing to the imagination of all those who gawked at you from the crowd. awestruck men couldn’t help but throw dollar bills onto the stage as a token of appreciation for the show you were putting on.

euronymous sat at the bar in the corner, slowly sipping from his beer, the cold glass bottle chilling his pale fingertips. he had ended up at the club on a late saturday night, craving a different kind of excitement than his usually rowdy concert scene. and boy, did he get exactly what he was looking for. he had been lured in the second you walked onto the stage, and decided to make himself comfortable as you discarded your pieces of clothing one by one until you were left in your lacy black bra, matching panties, and a tight skirt to keep the crowd thirsting for more.

he watched a bead of sweat drip down your neck, rolling in your cleavage before disappearing into your bra’s fabric. he wanted to lick those droplets while you had your hands in his hair, moving up and down on his cock as you screamed out moans of ecstasy. he began to feel extremely overdressed in his leather jacket and dark jeans, especially as his manhood pressed against the tight denim.

the lights in the club went red-tinted magenta as you flipped upside down on the pole, spreading your legs in a perfect split before getting yourself back on your feet, kicking off your heels as money rained down onto the stage. your stage. the undeniable flush in your cheeks from the thrill made you look all the more enticing. like a succubus on earth that was delivered as a blessing to whoever laid eyes on you. you were glowing underneath the electric pink light. truly a tempting sight that implemented sinful thoughts into the minds of everyone who saw. you got on your knees, running a hand through your hair.

you held a hand out to the crowd, silently asking for a drink. mulitple people held out their beers, desperate to have their bottles touched by your lips. you snagged a bottle, throwing your head back as your took a greedy gulp from it, a waterfall of liquid pouring down your neck and chest, earning a roar of cheers as you handed the bottle back to the lucky man, leaving a lipstick stain on the rim. he took it, hugging it to his chest as his face lit up like he had just won the lottery. you had seen people sell things you’d touched outside the club. you knew they went crazy for shit like that.

euronymous’ body trembled as you crawled across the floor, saying your hips in a way that was enough to make him run mad as you collected all the cash, stuffing the bills into your bra and a few into the lace of your panties, just barely peeking out. his eyes trailed down your curves, starting at the tops of your breasts and trailing down to your hips. he wanted to run his hand down your body while you were lying on your back with two of his fingers shoved deep inside of you. you brought your hands to the back of your bra, and that did it for him. he called the bartender, trying to get the words out of his tightening throat.

“what can i get for you, sir? another beer?” the bartender spoke loudly over the music while he cleaned a glass. euronymous cleared his throat, trying to sound like the “terror incarnate” that he’d forgotten he was. “i-i wanna book tonight’s dancer for some alone time.” his voice sounded more squeaky than he’d like it to. “alright then, sir. ill just need you to sign this sheet.” the bartender pulled out a leaf of paper and placed it on the counter in front of him, handing euro a pen. the paper had the words “private sessions” in bold at the top of the page with the price right below it. €100 per session. but he was too horny to give a fuck. he saw your name and an open time on a line at the bottom, a space for a signature. he picked up the pen with his clammy hand and messily scribbled down his signature, slamming the money onto the counter and returning the sheet. the bartender looked at him with a satisfied smile before pinning the paper in the wall. so euronymous was finally going to get you alone. perfect.

~ ~ ~

that was 30 minutes ago, and now euronymous found himself in one of the club’s backrooms, sitting on a little bed as he fidgetted, waiting for you. his scheduled time was 9:30pm, and it was currently 9:29. he mindlessly studied the mattress, a variation of cumstains littering the blanket. now he really knew what he was in for tonight, and his mind raced with disgusting thoughts that would be frowned upon if he was anywhere else. the sound of the door closing interrupted his thoughts, and there you were. you were all sweaty and tired, but somehow that only made you more alluring to him. you had slipped a jacket onto your skimpy outfit, granting you a little more modesty.

you locked eyes with him immediately, frozen in place by his appearance. you had never seen someone like him at a place like this before. his long, midnight black hair contrasted his snow white skin that made way for crystal blue eyes. he was like a fairy tale mixed with your darkest nightmares. he sized you up hungrily, and you felt heat pooling in your core. you broke the silent, a grin tugging at your lips. “so i’ve got you for the night…” euro’s groin sizzled at your hint of possessiveness, which he instantly found he liked. your voice was low and smoky, and he couldn’t help but wonder what it would sound like when he pounds into you, making you cum for the umpteenth time as you whimpered out his name. you walked around the room, lighting a few candles before glancing at him once again.

“i don’t see many guys like you around these parts.” you come to sit on the bed beside him, checking out his body from a closer distance. he was jacked. you could easily make out his defined biceps through his leather jacket, and you could see his nipples sticking from his thin black tank top. you seemed slightly amused at his silence. “you dont talk much, huh? that’s fair. what’s your name?” he cleared his throat. “euronymous, lead guitarist of Mayhem. call me oystein.” your expression grew sly at the mention of this. you casually crawled into his lap, slipping off your jacket and his. you sat down with your legs on either side of him, resting yourself right on top of his aching boner.

a barely audible groan slipped from his lips as his eyes instantly fell to your tits. he so desperately wanted to tear the bra off of you and take them into his mouth, pinching and biting at your nipples until they were all red and sensitive. you held his hands, bring them to your hips so that he was gently straddling your ass. you brought your lips to his ears, whispering softly enough to turn his bones into putty. “you know… i don’t think i’ve ever been fucked by a rockstar…” as his hands touched you, you felt the callouses on his fingers, and you pussy throbbed at the thought of those fingers curling inside of you, making you squirt over and over again.

the room fell silent as you turned around, your head by his feet and your ass pressing right against his knotted stomach. you unbuttoned your skirt, adding it to the pile of clothes on the ground. and there it was. those curvy hips, plush thighs, and round rear that had caught his eyes at the very start. goddamnit, he would cum right now if he couldn’t get himself together. you start to grind your hips against him, your clothed pussy coming into contact with his boner every now and then. he leaned back onto the bedframe, starting to really enjoy the show. he didn’t even realize his hitching breath growing louder.

you kept your back in a perfect arch as you continued to tease him, rubbing your hard clit against his belt buckle as he gave your ass a squeeze, followed by a firm slap that make your ass jiggle. the movement made his heart jump. he began to get touchy, slipping his thumb in between your legs as he gently rubbed your pussy through the fabric. he was instantly coated in your juices as a quiet moan slipped from your lips. then you started to pick up the pace.

you sat back up, turning to face him. you backed away a few feet before reaching your hands to the clasp of your bra, unclipping it in one swift movement. your tits were revealed to him in an instant, your nipples brushed to stiff peaks by the cold air. you tossed your bra to him and he caught it effortlessly, starting to unbuckle his belt. he tossed it to the side, unzipping his jeans. his cock sprung out and slapped the base of his stomach, leaving a drop of precum behind. he wrapped your bra around his dick, starting to pump it as quicker cum dribbled from the tip.

“o-oh, fuck…” heat coiled in his gut as you slipped your thumbs underneath the band on your panties. you kicked them off your ankles, now sitting completely nude in front of this hungry predator. “y-you’re fuckin’ perfect…” he brought a hand forward to start pulling you to him, bringing you to sit on his lap once again. he wasted no time connecting your lips in a dirty kiss, his tongue tracing your teeth and locking with your tongue as he brought his fingers to your swollen clit, using your cum as lubricant as he rubbed quick circles onto it. you moaned into the kiss, bucking your hips into him as you covering his fingers with your liquids.

he flipped you around so that you were laying on your back. he was now face-to-face with your perfect little pussy. he dug his teeth into it, hungrily lapping up every single droplet that your folds produced. he shoved two fingers into you, them sliding in with ease as he curled them. he hit your cervix within seconds, and you completely lost it. you were screaming, crying out his name as you rutted your hips against his nose, the tip bringing more stimulation than anything else. your hands were tangled in his hair, digging into it as your sensitive bud began to pulsate. “j-just like that, oystein..! i’m fuckin’ cumming!” he forced your legs apart even more, his hips helplessly bucking into the mattress as puddles of cum formed underneath him. his face was covered with your nasty fluids, but he had never been happier. as his fingers hit your g-spot once more, the floodgates broke open. you screamed as water rushed out of you, drenching his hair and face. he stuck out his tongue, drinking you up and not letting a single drop go to waste.

he flipped you over again, making you sit on his lap as he locked his lips with yours, backing into the headboard. he lifted up your hips and set you onto his cock, finally granting himself some relief. “s-so fucking tight!” you began to ride him, holding onto his shoulders for dear life. he grinned as he groaned breathlessly, growing needier by the second. he began to take off his tank top, revealing himself to you. but your eyes were screwed shut as they filled with lustful tears. he grabbed your throat, hungrily kissing your neck as your body started to shake. “...all fuckin’ mine, baby…” his words made your skin vibrate as you felt that familiar feeling polluting your insides.

“g-gonna cum again..!” your words were cut short as another powerful orgasm tore through your body. your cum poured out like a waterfall, covering his as hot strings shot out from his tip. he growled like a wild beast as he filled you up, stuffing you with warmth. you collapsed onto your side, panting heavily as cum leaked out from your hole and onto the bed, adding to the collection of stains. you were tapped out in less than 2 minutes. euronymous sat up, looking at you as he twirled your hair in between his fingers. “all fucking mine.”

author's note: in my flop era 😝😝😝

#rory culkin #rory culkin smut #euronymous #lords of chaos #smut #oystein aarseth #euronymous smut #eurorory #444rockstargf #lana del rey #pelle ohlin #hellhammer #jan axel blomberg #r!euronymous

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homestuckpolls-archive · 1 year

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#homestuck #hs #poll

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pluralcultureis · 2 months

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plural culture is one of your fav characters canonically being a system and referring to themselves as plural in MULITPLE voicelines but the fandom completely disregards it because they're either fangirls who water them down to a "sexy masked man" or dudebro incels who don't even know what a system is.

#endos dni #osdd #did #pdid #did system #pdid system #osddid #actually did #traumagenic #actually dissociative #plural culture is

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bugs1nmybrain · 1 year

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Aizawa Shouta SFW Alphabet Headcanons

Warning: Aizawa's a softie

I'd prefer if minors didn't interact, but this isn't an nsfw post

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Around others no one would even know that you two were dating. He doesn't like PDA at all and the most you'll get from him is a mundane conversation. But in private it's such a dichotomy.

He likes to come up to you when your attention isn't on him. Whatever it is you're occupied with, he'll come up from behind, wrap his arms around your waist and kiss your shoulder. He's rather distracting about it actually.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

He's not an upbeat friend at all, as evident by his relationship with Hizashi. He tends to not get too attached to people for a while due to his trauma. You'd probably be the one to initiate the friendship and he'd eventually just grow used to your company.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

This man is the motherfucking king of cuddling. It'll take him a bit to get that close to you, but once he's comfortable with you, it probably takes up most of the time you two spend together. He's so snuggly and warm, and showers you with forehead kisses. Once he falls asleep his arms will lock around you, not allowing you to move from his hold. Good luck.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Sooooooo domestic! Shouta wants to settle down and have a quiet, peaceful, relaxing life with you.

He's not going to leave all that housekeeping shit to you alone. He'll cook with you, but you'll probably have to add in some seasoning because the food he makes is so bland (I don't think he has proper taste buds). He's kind of cute and funny when he cleans because he does it so meticulously for no reason.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

He'll be straightforward and honest with you, laying down why it has to end. He's not as heartless about it as someone might expect, just very blunt. It'll probably be a bittersweet ending, and while Shouta wouldn't let the breakup get in the way of him, he'd be pretty sad about it internally.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

It will take forever for him to propose. Mulitple years even. He doesn't see why having your relationship on paper makes any difference between you two. Once he does, he'll do it layed back. It'll happen inside your home after a nice home-cooked meal. It takes him a lot of to muster up the courage to ask you. He'll spare you the cheesy speeches and get to the point, pulling out a ring that's probably not even in the case and slipping it onto your finger.

Preferably, he'd like to just sign the papers and skip the wedding, but if it's really important to you he'll agree to a little one. Just don't force him to do stuff that'll embarrass him, like dancing at the reception. He'd divorce you then and there.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

He's blunt and honest with you, but you're also not one of his students. There's no reason for him to be unnecessarily strict with you. He won't hold back his opinions but he's pretty gentle with you about it. It's very, very rare for him to raise his voice at you. You'd probably have to do something severe for him to do that to you.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Hugs are awkward for him at first because he typically doesn't like getting so close to someone. He'll grow to like them though, probably coming up to get hugs more than you'd expect. His hugs are so warm and embracing. They're addictive and you'll never be able to get enough of them.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

It'll take a long while to coax it out of him. He knows it, but bringing it to words makes him feel awkward. Honestly, it probably will come out when you're snuggled together and he's so unbelievably tired that he doesn't even think before it comes out. When he realizes what he said, he gets flustered so quickly and pouts in embarrassment.

From then on out, "I love yous" don't come super often because he shows not tell. But when it does come out you know it. He always means it.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

He's not really jealous because he trusts you. He's confident in your relationship and has faith that you'll stay true to him. However....sometimes he'll see you talking with someone who seems a tad too friendly and get a little annoyed. But he doesn't get in the way.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Ticklish haha. When he's leaving for work it'll be a brief peck on the lips but when you're spending time together they'll be deeper and more affectionate. He likes being kissed on the neck. For you he likes to give you kisses on your temple.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Clearly strict. But good. He doesn't let children walk all over him but he pays close attention to them and knows how to be a caretaker. He's nurturing too, in his own way.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

It's kind of sad because usually by the time you wake up he's gone for work. On weekends, though, the two of you will stay in bed for a while, exchanging kisses and conversation. Eventually you'll get up and make coffee for the two of you and spend the weekend savoring the time you get to have together.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Sleepy. He's always ready for bed. Sometimes he'll agree to watch a movie with you, but he'll always fall asleep within the first 10 minutes.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

It'll take a while for him to delve into his past. He doesn't like talking about it. Not really because he doesn't trust you, he just gets a little sad talking about it. He'll reveal things slowly to you over time.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Eh. He doesn't get really angry, but he's moody. He's a buzzkill because he's kinda always in a shitty mood. He's stressed and overworked. He can get snappy when he's mad but he doesn't yell at you. He knows that he doesn't need to to get his point across.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Honestly he forgets things sometimes. He remembers important stuff, but things slip. Sometimes he won't even remember your birthday is coming up until he gets the reminder on his phone.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

He enjoys remembering how he met you. You two are cat lovers, and he met you when you were feeding stray cats in the area. He remembers how caring you were and the joy that lit up your features as you pet the cats. He instantly knew he liked you then.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

He needs to be sure of your safety, which is partially why he's so hesitant to be around you in public. He doesn't want to risk someone targeting you to get back at him. If you were ever hurt by a villain he'd probably go apeshit.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Dates and anniversaries can be a miss for him. He really doesn't like doing all that romantic stuff, it feels forced to him.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

He sucks at giving you attention sometimes. He's so busy and is naturally closed off, so he can tend to forget that he needs to actively pay attention to you. It can feel sort of like that married couple that grow to be roommates more than lovers.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Haha he isn't.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

I mean, not really. He's not codependent, but he does feel a little more content with you in life.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

*suggestive? I know this is a sfw post but I wanted to add this*

He enjoys taking showers and baths with you a lot. Not for sexual reasons, he just really enjoys the skin to skin contact and being able to relax with you. Wash his hair for him and he'll melt.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Don't get too clingy. This doesn't mean you can't be affectionate but if you try to pry him away from his responsibilities you're going to get a serious scolding. He's got shit to do and he can't always be up your ass.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Hah. Ideally, he'd love to get proper, fulfilling sleep. But, he has a lot on his plate. He has two jobs on top of training two extra children so he doesn't have time to waste on sleeping. Hence why he takes naps in the small fragments of free time he has.

#aizawa #aizawa shouta headcanons #aizawa shouta

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lexygabe · 6 months

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tora aikawa / twisting tiger headcanons/rewriting/etc.

(march/11/1990)

pisces sun | virgo moon | aquarius rising

INFP - 9w8 - sx/so - 974 - ESI - RLUAI - EFVL - Melancholic-Phlegmatic

general headcanons:

• trans masc, he/him, gayace,

• nobody cares but his sexuality headcanons were made by me when i was mad at wattpad bitches infantalizing him and making him their uwu japanese anime boyfriend,

• also he is little gremlin man before anybody start treating him as omg so cute trans boy hahaha gay baby. nah, he will kick you directly in the balls (even if you don't have them) and he will do this with pleasure,

• as a kid he was creepypasta enjoyer (he tortured miko with them when he was trying to sleep),

• philosophy nerd, not only into "asian philosophy", but philosophy in general. marxism, stoicism, nihilism, epicureanism, etc. everything,

• he reads this big fucking books weighing tons and they are always the craziest shit ever like "the idiot" by fyodor dostoevsky,

• i think he is russian literature fan in general,

• i think he had something that we could describe as depressive episodes, but he was never diagnosed with it til adulthood. and to be honesg tiger himself thought that everyone have felt something like that from time to time,

• probably has light ptsd,

• his friendships with nakama players (besides his and miko bond) aren't that strong like they used to. this is "when both of you start to distancing from each other and you become strangers to each other" situation, (he misses them)

• he self expressing himself very often in form of his new tricks, but also in his writing (he has a lot of notebooks with multiple essays),

• loves cartoons,

• <energy drinks3,

• he has keyhole top surgery type of scars,

• he become strika member after his whole transition journey,

• when doc got his medical results he was a little bit confused bcs birth certificate said that tiger is afab, so he informed coach about it,

• some day after training coach took tiger aside and told him that if anybody's gonna have problem with his identity, he will talk to them and he also asked tiger if he was capable of informing him or doc about his problems/health,

• rasta was first to know, bcs he and tiger went out for a beer together once and tiger started pointing out on his chest and telling a whole story totally drunk. the next day rasta walked up to him and asked in friendly-jokingly way is it safe for him to remove his muscle breasts, to which tiger replied with laugh,

• besides rasta, coach and doc. shakes, klaus and probably whole reserve players bench know about him,

• y'all will eat me (for speaking the truth) but matador, joe and north don't know about the fact that he is trans. bcs north definitely says f/aggot at least once a day, el is this cis lgb+ stereotype in tigers eyes (even tho matador doesn't care about gender identity, if you are hot, then you are hot and you will have to deal with his interest in you) and joe may perceive tiger differently when he would come out (again, this is how tiger feels about him),

• he is very critical of the sigma male trend and whole "sigma" idea in general, he even done a research and watched and read american psycho and fight club (yeah ik this is so random),

• idealist. he is close with his feelings and morality, so he assumes very often that everyone controls their own emotions like him,

• he is both idealist and skeptic,

• texts >>>>>>> voice messages/video calls,

• had religion crisis,

• he develops his trust to people very slowly,

• has mulitple accounts on twitter and makes the best trolling posts out there,

• he has decent knowledge about politics,

• watches kdramas when bored,

• he was wearing brackets in the past,

• has a lot of collections (like gadgets from chips' wrappers, TALISMANS, jewelry, figurines), but he is not obsessed about them,

• has tattoos like this:

• DEFINITELY HAS SOMETHINGG FROM HYPERMOBILITY SPECTRUM. that's why he is so flexible.

throught the series (og tv show, rewriting):

• [—] is waiting to be completed.

relationship with:

• miko: ik a lot of you ships them, but they are platonic to me.

they are like brothers. sometimes they fight for dear life and the other time they send each other funny memes at 3 am. in my head, both of them didn't have a great family dynamic, so they stayed together late at night.

miko was more easy going, so he was always worried about tiger when something happened to him. they aren't ashamed to show their love to each other.

• inyo: when they were kiddos she truly loved him in the most sisterly way you can think of. both of them are very careful when it comes to developing relations so they become very important to each other. it hurt when they had no contact with each other for years and then they become super league enemies (they never even have a talk after this).

• rasta: tiger is welcomed in rasta's house and tiger is always open to do something for rasta in return. buddies.

• cool joe: its complicated. on the one hand they are good friends and joe considers tiger as one of the most normal mates in their team, but they still have that unresolved tension that prevents them from deepening their relationship further.

• others: ?

fashion headcanons:

• smokey eye makeup supremacy,

• TW SCARYASS PRINTED SHIRT. he wears t-shirts with the most obscure shit on them

• his style is something between grunge, gothic and alt,

• he wears platform shoes to look taller than he actually is,

• some examples of his fits:

music headcanons:

• soft rock!! (car seat headrest is his beloved), j-pop, mcr & bôa.

NSFW:

• had a tdick at the time when he was playing for nakama,

• is into t4t relationships, bcs every cis gay guy he had thing for were super weird about him and either have had internalized transphobia or specific fantasies that crossed his boundaries of comfort,

• tldr give this man a trans bf so he could have the most non sexual intercourse.

#supa strikas #headcanon: supa strikas #supa strikas twisting tiger #supablr #text: supa strikas

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saddestghostaround · 7 months

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currently rewatching hannibal's season one, and one of my favorite things to do is rewatch the season a few times to spot the insane foreshadowing and minor, detailed clues. and i caught one. in s1ep02, alana bloom is reading a book by Flannery O'Conner, A Good Man Is Hard To Find, and of course there has to be a reason why this specific book was choosen. the book is a short story about a grandmother and her family taking a trip up to tennessee, when an escaped convict confronts the family and murders them. during this corral, the grandmother pleads with the convict, named the Misfit, and tries to understand his motives. coincidentally, for his explanation of the ambush, the Misfit was sentenced for a crime he claimed he did not remember, but the psychiatrist of the penitentiary said he had killed his father in cold blood. and how does this connect to the plot? will graham was suspected and convicted of killing, even though he could not recall his crimes, and even though he was told he had killed mulitple people, by his fucking therapist. tdlr; the book alana was reading to abigail hobbs (and will) in the hospital is really specific foreshadowing if you look hard enough.

#hannibal #nbc hannibal #will graham #alana bloom #doctor lecter #i have so many thoughts about this show #the foreshadowing is really well done #it makes me insane #this show is perfect to rewatch over and over again

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leblancdamoiselle · 2 years

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Hello! Is it ok to ask for a William James Moriarty x reader with multiple personality?

💌A/n: Hiii, thank you for requesting this, also I'm sorry if it's innacurate and it's kinda long also, have a great day!!

💿Tags & contents: DID (Disassociative Identity Disorder), oneshot, angst, mentions of blood & murder

🎊Pairings: William James Moriarty x Mulitple Personality!Reader

Here for you

You opened your eyes—but all you see is nothing. It's an infinite empty void. Your breath is on the tip of your throat

Everything is dark, it's just the voices; the voices that never stopped talking. You tried to reach out but no one's really there.

Your chest hurts as if there's no oxygen left for you. You feel—suffocated.

"(Y/n)!"

A remote voice calling out to you, one so distinct that you can hear it from all of the noises, it's muffled; guiding you out from the caliginosity as the air thinned out per time

"(Y/n), Baby," the feeling of worry vibrates in the man's voice. He didn't give up shouting out your name; knowing he can wake anyone in the house

"(Y/n), please," his voice weakened.

Suddenly you were pulled out of the darkness. You gasped for air, as the blonde man shouting your name holds you.

"Will... " you catch you breaths, grasping to the arms wrapped around you

William buried his face on your bedsheet, he looks up to you, feeling thankful; holding you even tighter.

"Another nightmare, baby?" His face softened, you nodded in reply

You never told William about your issues. Although you have ranted many times about your trauma, never did one mention about the voices you hear inside your head. The voices that keeps you restless.

"It's just a nightmare, William," that's what you have always told him

It bothers William that the 'nightmares' is growing to happen more often. He offered that he sleep by you; in case the nightmare kicks in, he will be there for you, even when he knows that you will straight up reject the offer.

Sometimes at night, the voices will wake you up and tells you to break anything in sight, even when it means hurting yourself.

"William can you leave me alone?"

The man loosened up his grip on you, confusion painted all over his face. He didn't say anything

"Leave, William,"

One voice wanted to take over, it's huffy and rather unhappy

"GO." You shouted, William was taken aback. In his eyes; you are the most composed and hidden person ever, whataver you're thinking he would never have guessed it

The man stood up, he was unsure on what to do. He sighed as one hand grabs your chin, leaving a kiss on your forehead.

Your cheek got wet from the sudden tear rolling down and leaving a trace town, later fell down to your bedsheet.

William noticed your sudden change of emotions, he wiped out your tears with his delicate hand

"Please, William, please go... Leave me alone," your wrap your hands around his waist, can't seem to reach his shoulders as you are sitting in your bed, whimpering on the man's robe—leaving it soaked

It wanted him to leave, but you wanted him to stay. You words and your actions aren't syncing

You let your hand dangle while your head is still pressed on to William, you slowly moved—turning your attention to the books sitting neatly on your bedside table.

William made his way to the other side where you locked your views at, he lowered down on his knees observing the books, one catches the scarlet eyes "This book..." his eyes widened, "Do you want me to read this for you?"

"Useless child,"

"All you do is bring pressure to this family,"

There it goes again...

"Dare you use this family's name ever again,"

"I'm begging you, please stop,"

Again...

"Die!"

"Enough!" You yelled again

The books were strewn away by your hand, hitting William in the forehead, the edge of a book cover bruised the man's forehead. Yet, you were the one that he's worried, not the blood dripping from his forehead.

The realization hits you. Hands covering your face, you refused to look at your lover, "You shall leave,"

William did not let out a sound, he's creepily silent, a whisper's telling you he's still there.

He's not. He had left.

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ time passing ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

As cruel as it is, time passes further burning yesterday and the past to memories.

You and William hasn't spoken to each other since that night. Though, you still do greet each other in the morning. A part of William was frightened; he's anxious that maybe he'd caused you trauma

This grows curiosity on the whole crew. They say walls could talk, alas nothing could be hidden. Especially the relationship of you and William, any sane person would realize the committed-to-each-other pair is clearly ignoring each other.

Tonight you have a mission going on. William was to go to the location with the rest of the gang, but witnessing the situation; Moran and Bond insisted on William to stay at the estate. You are much needed in the field, whereas how skilful you are in combat.

"Target's in, the rest is up to (Y/n)," Bond informed Moran who will send signal to Fred from outside the abandoned building somewhere in the middle of nowhere, far from London

Fred lets you know the man who will soon receive punishment from your martyr hands is on his way inside. He's standing in a building across, just as the same level you are on.

Right when the longer needle on your pocket-watch points at the number twelve, a middle-aged man walks in. His figure is tall and fit; looking lavish with his tailored suit and sleek hair. At one sight people could easily tell he's a nobleman.

Truth is, not worthy is he to be called 'noble'. It is the suits and ties that made him a Lord, the 'costume' wears him.

You stared deadly at him. No thoughts, just the noises. It took you no time to stab the man to death; the initial plan was to knock him out and bring him to William. Now that you've 'ruined' it, there's nothing more left for William.

"HaHaHaHa you ruined everything!"

"Pathetic,"

"Born a monster will always be a monster,"

"No, that's not true, you're delayed," you spoke to it

For a moment you thought you finally feel relieved—you're not. It starts to talk again

"Worthless child,"

"You deserve nothing!"

"Well, there's no helping it," you sighed. You stared blankly at the dead Marquess, almost forgot that he's there, lying inanimate.

"Mum,"

You gasped at that one voice, heart skipping a beat. It sounded like a child. The only voice that could lull you sleep. It's almost a year ago since the last time you heard it. Everything goes black again, nothing to be seen, only a feeling of being taken back to the past, to your mother.

Having no memories of it at all, you can only feel it. The day your mother died, your father lost his sanity; hitting your older brother countless of times, leading to his death. Now everyone a part of that feeling is gone, it's living as the voices inside your head.

You closes your eyes, and as you opened it's there again—the abandoned building, wooden floors, dirty windows, and the soulless man on the floor

Using your feet to kick him and flip him over as you step on the man's head to keep him still while you pull out the scarlet-stained knife.

The scarlet reminds you of something—something you can't remember, what is it?

You let out a sigh, it fogs, almost like a smoke, it's showing how cold the night is.

The knife in your hand is ready to take out your soul. You had to close your eyes, just to make it easier when Fred, or maybe Moran and Bond finds your carcass.

Just as the sharp edge was about to cut through your coat, your hands are immobilized.

Black-gloved hands wraps yours, holding it back from going any further.

"What do you think you're doing?"

That voice, you recognized it, he whispered from behind, this time it's real. It's not inside your head, it's here.

"I'm sorry," you teared up again, exhaled before continuing, "I'm sorry I didn't let you know, it's the voices, William," your hand drops the knife

No, he's not mad at you ruining the plan, he's just confused. A man like William is never confused, but you made him so. Why do you bear the pain alone and not telling him, he had pledged to suffer if you suffer, and so did you.

He turned you around. And finally you got to see that scarlet eyes again, one that shines even under the pale moonlight. The scar is still there; on his forehead.

William's soft lips met yours, he went for a kiss, a deep one.

"I love you, please don't ever do that again," he frowned

You finally started to open up to William, he's not disappointed, he understands that you may need time. William only wanted you to know that you are not alone, you will always have him.

Sometimes when the fragments of personalities kicks in, he would rub your back and sing to you. You're convinced that he's an angel fallen to earth.

He didn't treat you differently from before, if there is the it must be that he said 'I love you' more than before. Everything is the same to William, whatever it is and whatever happens, you are still—you.

#moriarty the patriot x reader #yuukoku no moriarty x reader #ynm #yukoku no moriarty #mtp william #william moriarty #moriarty x reader #william james moriarty #william james moriarty x reader #louis moriarty #albert james moriarty

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timidonyx · 24 days

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TRYING AGAIN! ISO RP PARTNER (long term)

Hello!

My name is Onyx! I'm looking for someone who is also in search of a long term partner, someone who doesn't send one-liners but is semi lit-lit-novella all depending on the vibe! Must be 18+!! Long term in my opinion means going through different fandoms and roleplaying mulitple (either at once or one at a time), so do keep that in mind :)

Some about me!; ✩ 19 years old (2004) ✩ She/Her ✩ 10 years of RP experience under my belt ✩ Fast reply time ✩ EST

What I write; ✩Fluff ✩Smut ✩Angst - ✩OC x CC (double ups) ✩ B x B ✩ G x G ✩ B x G ✩ NB x G/B/NB

I tend to stay away from yandere stuff just because I have truama with some of the stuff and lines that those typical situations cross. If asked in DMs, I will totally lay out why I don't do it fully 110%.

I prefer if you were at least semi lit, I can understand being sent one-liners time to time and sometimes if I'm in a rush I will send one, but I'd like being able to reply to a paragraph. But, other than that I am not picky!!

I want someone who is willing to connect OOC too and plot with me! I not only want to be your roleplay partner, but your friend! I'd like a daily conversation while or outside of roleplaying, so this does mean I roleplay on Discord and create a server for said experinces!!

Fandoms; ✩ Jujutsu Kaisen ✩ Chainsaw Man ✩ One Piece Live Action ✩ Dr.Stone ✩ Avatar: The Last Airbender / Legend of Korra ✩ Stardew Valley ✩ Five Nights at Freddy's (games & movie) I'm more so interested in fandoms like JJK, Dr.Stone, ATLA/LoK, & Stardew Valley

If you're interested in connecting, please don't be afraid to just DM the link of this post to me <3 I'm friendly!!

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l-tothe-og · 1 year

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night out on the town and aemond is seething with rage seeing Lucerys flirt and dance/grind on mulitple people…he gets roped into taking multiple shots (bc his focus isn’t on being sober, it’s on Lucerys’ hands being on somebody else and wow MULTIPLE realizations are happening at once…)

getting drunk enough to throw caution and religious internatioazation to the wind, Aemond slowly pads his wave through the sea of bodies that are blocking his treasure. he not so politely pushes away whoever was being grinder/the grindee away from Lucerys and takes their spot.

drunk aemond is just my fave bc ik that man let’s loose…he probably made Lucerys carry him home like he’s a koala bc he started sobbing about his feelings or he got so Handsy that rhaena had to seperste them bc she’s not letting Lucerys get a public indency charge bc of aemond…a messy drunk if you will

godddd aemond being the messiest bitchiest drunk ever and the jealousy part came first.

Aemond's always been a bit of a dick while drunk. Definitely one of them 'bitches don't know how to say excuse me?' ass hoes. But seeing Luke, whom he's been harboring secret feelings for, griding on some random man's dick sends him over the edge. He walks, stumbles, stalks, over to Luke.

He feels the fast beat of the music in his ribs as his heart jumps to the same beat. Luke is his. Or, he should be.

Grabbing the man and pulling him out from behind Luke isn't the hard part. It's taking the man's place. The quick decision to come up behind his nephew makes and reverses itself nine times before Aemond can move. He wants to do it. He doesn't. He needs to. He can't. Good catholic boys don't do this. Aemond does.

He's about to move, closer to losing his nerve, when Luke finally turns around. He bats his eyelashes. His pink cheeks and drunk, hooded eyes invite Aemond in before Luke does.

His hands don't even really invite. Luke bites his bottom lip. He smirks into his own shoulder. And then, he reaches a hand back, and yanks Aemond to him by his belt loop.

The rest, as they say is history.

Luke, when they're together, only enables Aemond's drunken clinginess. The couple has been found on their knees for each other in more club bathrooms and alleyways than anyone would like to know.

If Aemond's hand isn't in Luke's back pocket from his third drink, it's Luke's hand in his pants by the sixth.

People think they're voyeurs, insistent on people watching them. Aemond laughs that off, too loud and too careless to be sober.

If only they knew how crazy things got when they were drunk and alone.

#lucemond #drunken club nights for the lads

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