#anon writing

[harmonysanreads]

just a thought but smth LAUGHABLY funny is a very bitter neuvillette. since he’s in a very high position of power, his words might even be law itself atp, so imagine him as your loser bitter ex.

trying to execute this can be silly—bc who’s willing to go that far to spite someone’s ex? neuvillette probably would. bc you see: he cherished you so much. he was willing to grovel for you, disregarding his status and his character. you’ve seen it all, him breaking his cold mask. beneath it all, is just a very clingy and obsessive man. so once you left under the pretences of him being “too overbearing, it was suffocating you,” he let it go quite well. you thought he’d argue with you on it (as he would usually do) and even forbid you from leaving. but nay, you left him the next day with his head hung low and a look of defeat shadowing his face. it felt like mutual acceptance for both parts, it was hard of course, but at least you were glad neuvillette didn’t react harshly against you.

give it a month, not too long, until you realise that you’ve been laid off. quite harshly. you had a pretty stable job with good income. suddenly your boss sends you a letter one day out of the blue. your boss says you’ve been fired. why? you asked. didn’t say much. ok, maybe it’s time to go find another job. you do, only to end up being turned away from every single one you’ve applied to. have you been blacklisted? what did you do exactly for the entirety of fontaine to completely shun you away?

you’re low-key struggling with your income. the place you were staying at, you’re on the verge of being kicked out because you’re behind payments. you might as well flee this city altogether, but you really don’t want to give up since you’ve lived your whole life here. you keep on pursuing, finding any place willing to take you in. unsurprisingly, you’ve met a dead end. you’re teetering the edge of snapping so you wonder, has it something to do with your records? because as far as you know, you once had a good job that you got all by yourself due to you track record and lists of achievements. not a single blemish, you think, is on your track record. you were once well respected and regarded by peers and acquaintances alike, but now? you are nothing but a mere ghost to them, completely forgotten. so after much contemplation, you’re seizing to get your hands on your papers and records. were you that unqualified?

until one day, your questions were answered. there was a loud knock coming from your door. it was your last week living at your house, so when you opened the door to welcome the government officials at your doorsteps, they eyed boxes behind you. the space behind you was barren and it did not feel like a home anymore. there’s a sullen look on your face, so with a sympathetic sigh the man in front of you stated his reason for coming here. “we have a warrant out for your arrest.”

it rushes out like a wave that smothers you. a warrant? you haven’t done anything unlawful, you’re sure of it. but now as you bask in this dreadful situation, is that why your life has slowly fallen apart? there’s no way, no way that’s true. what crime did you commit? did you do something awfully criminal or something completely small that the laws of fontaine has harshly persecuted you for? fontaine has always been strict in that regard. “what for?” you ask, it sounded like you had an entire list of crimes you were hiding, yet you had a look of genuine surprise and confusion. “multiple, actually.” the man responds. ok, now this is getting really weird. he asks if you’re willing to come with them for questioning, maybe discuss about it more thoroughly, perhaps it can answer some of the questions frantically falling out of your mouth.

you come with them, under arrest currently, as they have you transported to some kind of holding room. you’re now scared shitless, wondering what possibly could you have done wrong. you’re praying to archons that this was all just a dream. you’re life was already going to shit, but now? you’ve completely reached your breaking point. all in a span of a few months where you were laid off without any explanation, blacklisted from every place apparently, and as of last week you were packing up your things to leave your home without even knowing where to go. now, you just found out you had not one, but MULTIPLE warrants. you started laughing, quite uncomfortably, at yourself the more you pondered. the echo of your lonely laughs laughed back at you as you stared across a wall as it all slowly melted into a choked sob. what were you going to do now?

before you could sit in silent reflection any longer, the door next to you creaked open. you turn to look at who it was, expecting to see an investigator or maybe even a lawyer, but your face fell the moment you saw who it was.

neuvillette. that bastard.

he enters and sits in front of you, with a proposition that makes your stomach twists and turn. he’s made your life a complete hell and now he saunters his power and hold against you, painting it as a guiding light. he said, he’d help you against your warrants. perhaps even help you reconvene your entire life that has been shattered. it sounds a little too good to be true and it was happening all to fast. your life fell apart the moment you left him. and now? you had a chance to pick it all back up. “so, what’s the catch?”

you really hated that look on his face when you asked. you only knew, you’d be trapped regardless of the choice you make wether to accept his offer or not.

(if i ever return in the future: can i be 🗽 anon?)

Just a thought???? 🗽anon THIS IS A FULL-COURSE MEAL, A BANQUET.

But what you despised more was how it made you feel, that curve of his lips was uncharacteristic— if you were being generous in your description— and malicious if you were not. It made you feel as though you were thrown into the ocean without any experience of swimming, it sent the twirling of your thoughts askew and the air stolen from your lungs.

“Why, you'll have to be mine again. No second chances, no excuses, no backing out.” Neuvillette shifts in his seat, inching just the right bit closer to your increasingly distressed form.

“...Of course, of course! Why didn't I think it sooner? This was all your doing, you were behind it all! You—” it took all your willpower to not take advantage of the distance and commit something that'd actually earn you a cell in Fontaine's jail, hand settling on jabbing a finger at the judge's chest to rid your rage even in the slight.

You're unsure of what your visage has contorted to, your restless eyes search his for a reflection, blurred emotions stare back at you. Your body trembles as the dots connect, a touch of silk transferred across your whole palm as it fists against his ribbon. For a moment, you vacillate between who to be angry at ; him, the corrupt world or you. If the universe had at least sent a sign a month prior, your litany of curses could've been directed at the culprit instead of your fate.

“I should've known you were up to something when you didn't retaliate, when you just let me go like that, I should've...I..”

At this instance, vehement words threaten to spill from your lips as well but a fraction of what remains of your sanity makes you hold your tongue as the gravity of your situation settles in, only a croaked why escaping past your throat. It must've been pitiful, because Neuvillette's smirk falters and straightens into a thin line. One gloved hand takes a tentative hold of your wrist still clinging to his clothes and you hate how familiar his touch feels.

“Do you wish to know why?”

The offer entices your head to rise again, you take a shaky inhale and the Chief Justice proceeds according to the cue.

“Because I love you.”

One of the lamps illuminating the room flickers off, that little sound bounces off of the walls and fills the deathly quiet momentarily. Fury turns to confusion and then disbelief. Your fingers slacken and this time, his hand tightens around your wrist.

“You're insane.”

Neuvillette's head tilts in inquisition, a wordless encouragement for you to continue.

“You abused your power, had me fired and blacklisted from all the working environments of Fontaine, soiled my reputation and attached false crimes to my name.. because you love me?”

Your free arm reaches for the judge's collar and yanks him closer, a grunt escapes him but he makes no further move and it unsettles you. For such an offensive action, you'd expected a nasty glare at the very least ; while that would've been scary, it'd still make more sense than the neutral expression on his fair face.

“Yes, is this not what is common? You told me yourself that you do everything within your power to hold onto the person you love.” his nonchalant answer has you let go of the fabric hastily, backing away as though you were faced with an alien instead of a man. Neuvillette never relinquishes his hold but a sigh does escape him at your behavior, a somewhat normal reaction at last.

“I once praised your stubbornness as your biggest strength but do you not see that at this moment, it's your greatest weakness? It's holding you back from rewinding everything.” the judge leans in and you lean away til your back hits the seat, he pins you by your wrist.

“I promise all will be resolved, no one in the entirety of this nation will utter a word about this, everyone will behave as though nothing happened, that this was just a tiny lovers' quarrel. All you have to do is say yes.” Neuvillette's white locks tickle your skin, his voice turns hushed in utmost secrecy and his breath fans the heat blossoming across your neck.

You want to push him away, you want to recoil from his proximity and you want the earth to split open and swallow you whole. His free hand takes your chin and forces you to face the tempest brewing in his eyes, the intensity pushes you to break and to comply — you don't want to comply or to say yes. Because you know what happens if you do, it's the exact suggestion he'd whispered before your engagement but it was different then. Back then, you'd known you could back out and that's why you'd been worriless. You could deny him now as per your sheer pertinacity as well, but Neuvillette makes it clear that all that'd do is making the path to the inevitable more painful.

After all, the waves never offer consolation to the ruined sand-castle, they only wait until they can destroy it again.

#anon writing #neuvillette brainrot #──⚝🗽 anon #yandere #yandere genshin impact #yandere genshin x reader #yandere genshin impact x reader #genshin impact x reader #yandere neuvillette #yandere neuvillette x reader #neuvillette x reader #neuvillette #yandere genshin imagines #fontaine #yandere genshin #neuvillette x you

[heartfullofleeches]

Okay, so, thank you for letting me share- sorry it isn't that great, but I wanted to send you my thoughts. I hope I did Erin enough justice.

Erin sits outside the school, waiting for you to appear out the door. His 3 lackies hang around him, doing thier own thing as they wait for his command. One of them, Lark, being fairly new to the gang, wanted to impress Erin. He wanted to show his toughness worthy of the group.

"I can't believe such a dork goes to this school." He snarked. His attitude was pitifully overconfident, and his eyes were shining with innocent admiration. If he wasn't so naive, he would've seen the two others immediately stiffen, staring at him in fear, fear for him. They knew what was going to happen.

"I mean, it would be better off if they went off and-" A gag and cough as he's grabbed by the throat and slammed against the school building. He's staring wide-eyed at Erin who is seething. Erin's grip refuses to loosen, and poor little Lark was gasping for needed air he could not reach.

"Listen here." Erin brings his face closer. "You're not allowed to call them any kind of name you think you're entitled to. You don't even have the privilege of insulting their very being." He prepares his pocket knife, ready to hand out punishment. "I know I picked you up a few days ago. You said you admired what I did. I let you join out of boredom, but I guess I mistook your stupid face as potential." A stupid little fledgling that didn't understand, that's what he was, and Erin was going to make sure he knew and learned the first time.

Erin takes the knife and points it at Lark's cheek, drawing just a little bit of blood to show off his serious intent. "This will be your punishment." He draws the knofe back ready to burn Lark's mistakes into his skin, but as luck would have it, or misfortune in Erin's case, you so happen to walk out of the school at that time to see the display of Eric's violence about to happen.

It was a flurry of emotions and confusion that happened in what felt like an instant. You, out of adrenaline from either fear or anger, ran up and knocked Erin onto the ground. Lark was freed and started coughing from the irregular air flow to his lungs. He falls to his knees trying to grasp consciousness and some sort of stability in his mental capacity. His brain was battling the intense fear Erin overwhelmed him with.

"Are you okay?" He's finally able to hear clearly. He looks up at you to see a concerned face. He is a bit stunned to speak. "Come on, let's get you to the nurses office." He feels your hands guide him to stand walk over back to the school building. He trying to wrap his head around what's going on.

He doesn't notice you splitting off for a bit, maybe a small mumble of "I'll be right back", but he's completely ignorant to the scene of you coming back for Erin.

You walk to Erin, who is still on the ground, completely ignoring the 2 lackies sticking to the back. You raise your foot, and give your hardest kick to the gut, before immediately walking away in disgust. He can hear you mumbling words of hatred and filth.

You catch up to a still-dazed Lark and being him to the nurse's office.

Erin lays on the ground curled up. No one is there except him and his 2 lackies, but those 2 refuse to get close enough to what had jist occured. Which was good for Erin because they would not notice his red face, his crazed eyes, and his constant muttering of your name. And all to himself in his mind was repeating the cruel actions you put against him and how much he wanted more.

Whoa! You got trash Boi down really well! It was a great read and it's almost adorable how Erin protects Reader in his own weird way. Thank you for sharing your wonderful writing!

#others' writing #anon writing #Erin my oc #yandere bully #yandere oc #yandere imagines #yandere x reader #yandere x you #female yandere #male yandere #yandere #yandere scenarios #yandere insert #yandere headcanons #yandere drabble

[important-question-anon]

hi im gonna throw up and rejoice is this flops but here's a screenshot of my weird freaky writing about my niche interest

#transformers #megop #anon writing

[bye-bye-sunbird]

yandere kaveh whose architecture passion starts from carving wooden sculptures of his darling to designing their prison?

darling used to be fond of the little gifts kaveh would give them, each sculpture more perfect than the previous. but as they grew up and their relationship changed, so did kaveh. it's like his eyes were constantly on them. he would touch their face when they kissed, as if he was measuring it. he was obsessed with their traits. he spoke of them as if they were perfection, something to be hidden. but darling discerned something darker beneath what seemed to be innocent compliments. they began loathing their very reflection and his gifts. at night, the little statues they once had dear terrified them. darling felt their small eyes spying on them, as if they were kaveh's own.

it was too much. darling couldn't live like this anymore. they rid their bedroom of the statues, planning to put an end to their relationship with kaveh. the love they felt for him was second to a terrible sensation of fear none should feel near their lover. but when they approached kaveh, whom had just finished what he'd called 'his greatest work to date', they couldn't do it. they couldn't break his heart in his moment of jubilation. and so they followed him, deep in the forest north of sumeru city, where stood a great palace. darling was stunned by the grandeur of the estate, surely the future home of a wealthy family. kaveh beckoned them in, happier than he had appeared in a long time.

they walked past the front doors, finding themselves in a large corridor. but when they looked up, their eyes widened in horror. towering above them were dozens of statues in their image. rows of white marble leading to the stairs, others perched on the walls like profane angels in a cathedral. and on the ceiling, darling's eyes reflected at them in immaculate oil paint. they turned to flee, sinking to their knees upon finding doors locked.

Hoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

Anon, dear! Have you considered opening a writing blog?? This was great jasndkjasndjka The gothic, horror vibes I got from this are mwah *chef's kiss*

Major Phantom of the Opera vibes too, with the sculptures!!

#anon writing #yandere kaveh #yandere kaveh x reader

[mojo-chojo]

Hello mojo I bring spicy Drabble

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It’s a nice summer day, and Mumbo and Grian have decided to go shopping at the mall. Mumbo walks by the storefront with Grian, not really paying much mind to his surroundings. That is, of course, until he spots the crimson red silk panties on display at the local lingerie shop. ‘That would look good on Grian,’ he thinks to himself, which quickly caused him to sputter and stop in his tracks. What did he just- Oh god.

“Mumbs? Everything alright?”, Grian calls out before waving a hand in front of Mumbo’s face. He looks at what Mumbo had been staring at and a small giggle escapes his lips. “Wow, Mumbo. Didn’t know you were into that kinda stuff.”

“Neither did I,” replies Mumbo breathlessly without thinking.

Grian snorts. “I don’t really think that’s your color, Mumby. Might look a bit better on me though~” the blond teases, poking Mumbo’s cheek with his index finger.

Mumbo, who is honestly in a bit of an awkward trance, simply nods in agreement. “That’s exactly what I was thinking, actually.”

Now, Grian wasn’t expecting that at all. “Wh- I- well, in that case, let’s buy it.” He stammers as he pulls out his wallet.

This is enough to snap mumbo out of whatever daze he was in earlier. “H-huh? Wait, like- Actually? Because, um- well, it’s just-“ He pauses, lowering his voice. “If you put them on, I might want to… take them off.”, he says in a hushed tone, barely able to look at Grian due to how flustered he is.

Grian blinks, a faint blush dusting his cheeks. “I don’t think I have a problem with that, Mumbo.”

Nodding slowly, Mumbo glances back at the panties. “R-right, then. I um… I don’t know what to do now.”

Snorting, Grian places his hand over Mumbo’s and drags him into the store. The two purchase the underwear and leave, Mumbo covering his face with his hands in shame. Grian only laughs. “Well, I think we should head home, shouldn’t we? I’d like to try them on as soon as possible.”

“Err- yes, that sounds like a good idea.” Mumbo agrees, still covering his face.

Let’s just say they had an interesting night afterwards. (Aka I don’t know how to end this kind of stuff)

uuuuuu thats some juicy stuff right there

#grumbo #hermitshipping #anon writing #mcyt fanart #my art #anon ask answer

[vaguely-yandere]

i usually try to keep things pretty vague so as to give the reader total freedom, buuuuuuuuuuuut i think i can make a few exceptions for this one<33 btw i’m working off of your response.

and also…

you forgot brat darling’s bag.

“oh, here’s another chance!” their mother said, excitedly pointing at a school post. “we can offer our house as a meeting spot again!”

rival yan’s father smiled. “we swear we won’t interrupt aga-“

“NO! they’re not! my! darling!”

the older woman dismissed their outburst. “whatever you say, hun.”

rival yan huffed and got off the couch, running upstairs into their room and slamming the door. they flopped on the bed. rival yan let out a loud groan into their pillows, replaying that scene over and over like a broken record.

the places where you had touched them began to ache in memory of you.

rival yan shuddered, a familiar heat rising in their stomach. they bit down a small whine, forcing themself to focus.

a knock at their door snapped rival yan out of their thoughts.

“hun?” came their mother’s voice, muffled by the door. “your father and i decided to invite brat darling over and-“

rival yan flung the door open, eyes wide as saucers as they stared at their parents in disbelief. “what?”

“don’t interrupt your mother, rival yan,” their father scolded. “but yes, we invited them over.”

rival yan opened and closed their mouth like a fish, dumbfounded.

their father continued. “they’ll be here in — what’s that on your neck?”

oh.

oh no.

rival yan immediately moved to cover their neck the best they could. shit!

their parents moved closer, hands reaching for their shirt’s collar and slightly pulling down. rival yan tried to move away, but wasn’t fast enough.

a large grin formed on their parent’s faces, eyeing their child with a knowing look.

heat rushed to rival yan’s cheeks. “it’s not — it isn’t — brat darling didn’t-“

their mother leaned a little closer, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

“they’ll be here in two hours.”

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rival yan most definitely did not clean their room top to bottom, take a shower, brush their hair into being perfectly smooth, or brush their teeth for like ten minutes straight.

their skin felt rubbed raw as rival yan slipped into their most light-weight, softest pajamas. they gazed at the clock. excitement bloomed in their chest as they dashed all their fears.

rival yan snuggled under their bed covers, careful not to mess up the bed too much. their heart hammered inside their chest as they waited for the bell to ring.

after a few moments of waiting, a familiar chime rang throughout the house. rival yan’s legs twitched involuntarily at the sound, countless opportunities flashing through their mind as they heard their parents loudly greet your’s.

“oh yeah! you’ll find rival yan upstairs.” they heard their mother say.

“oh, and we just got our patio renovated, would you like to talk there?” rival yan’s father asked.

they heard two voices agree and the faint sound of the back door opening and closing, and rival yan’s breath hitched.

you silently climbed the stairs, wondering which room belonged to rival yan. you adjusted your bag.

you picked a random door and opened it. It looks like an office, but you notice a large pile of papers that say things like “97/100” on them. does rival yan study here?

you closed the door and continued on. you opened another door.

rival yan’s head whipped over at you, clumsily sitting upright. you stepped inside and locked the door behind you.

slowly walking over, you eyed the way rival yan’s flimsy clothes fell over their shoulders, exposing the (nearly healed) marks you gave them a month or so back.

rival yan glared at you, but made no attempt to stop you.

you sat down at the edge of the bed. “you planned this, didn’t you?”

rival yan thickly swallowed, their adam’s apple bobbing up and down. you eyed it greedily, rival yan shuddering under your gaze.

you opened up your bag and pulled out something before pouncing on rival yan. their head bounced on the pillows before settling, looking up at you with wide eyes.

you held their wrists on either side of their head, smirking down at them. “you just couldn’t wait, could you?”

before rival yan could reply, you held their wrists above their head and swiftly handcuffed them to their bed.

(i’m sorry for the cliff hanger but i’m boutta fall asleep on myself</3)

-poised darling

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#poised darling #rival yandere #anon writing #asks #yandere #yandere scenarios #yandere imagines #yandere x you #yandere x y/n #yandere smut

[britishsass]

Psychonauts 3 Idea: Dart's Clairvoyance

When Raz uses Clairvoyance on Dart. He sees him as a fly. which symbolizes how he sees most psychics, he sees them as annoyances. However, there are four exceptions. His father Cal, Fred Bonaparte, Sam Boole, and Dogen.

Later on in the middle of Psychonauts 3, Dart will see Raz as an ant. Very hardworking, but still he finds him a bit of nuisance.

And at the near end, Dart sees Raz as a Hercules Beetle. Very strong, and respects him.

Ooh, I like that idea. I wouldn’t have expected the bug motifs, but it works :) Nice idea there, anon.

#anon writing #submission #anon #psychonauts 3 ideas #D'Artagnan

[psapphic95]

Emma felt the weight sitting uncomfortably right above her kitten. She was sure she was going to chew a hole through her lip from trying to distract herself. Normally, she never would’ve waited this long. However, Mommy woke up from very loud, very persistent cries from Otis this morning…

She didn’t mean to forget to feed Otis…just like she didn’t mean to leave her dirty clothes piled by the side of the bed. She didn’t intentionally shrug off her chores…it’s just that Mommy normally reminds her!

Surely, Emma had assumed, this was a very calculated, and very intentional move on Regina’s part. Now that she thought about it…Mommy only brought her water to drink yesterday. It seemed like sweet doting every time Mommy would get up to get her something so she didn’t have to. Now though, Emma knew there was something much more devious going on.

Thus, Emma wiggled in her spot nestled into Mommy’s side on the couch. Her kitten was clenching almost painfully and the little girl had to hold her breath to avoid her whimpering.

“Is something the matter, sweetheart?” Her Mommy spoke, her tone smug.

“No, Mommy. I’m just trying to get comfy.” The little one clearly lied.

When there were no repercussions for her blatant fib, she knew exactly what her Mommy wanted. Her cheeks burnt a hot, fiery red at the realization: Regina wanted her to ask permission to use the restroom. A squeeze of her thighs forced her to whimper in desperation.

“Oh, baby.” Mommy soothed, a thick layer of concern disguising her mean Mommy attitude. “Tell Mommy what’s wrong.”

The condescension that Emma felt threw her right into her little subspace and she could only look pitifully towards the bathroom, hoping Mommy would get the hint and let her go.

“Use your words, sweetie.” Mommy coaxed. Emma’s cheeks somehow burnt even hotter and she furrowed her brows deeply while pouting. “Words, Emma Mills.” Regina softly admonished.

“I have to go potty.” The blonde muttered under her breath.

“Mommy can’t hear you when you mumble, baby.” Regina encouraged and strategically pinched at her tummy, right below her belly button. This caused Emma to squeal and a small gush of pee escaped her kitten.

Emma gasped and looked down causing Regina to do the same. There was an obvious growing wet spot that was sneaking onto the front of her thin, pink, cotton panties.

“Oh, baby. Do you need to potty?” Mommy asked even though the answer was clear. Never once did Regina break her concerned Mommy act. Emma just nodded her head yes, clearly frustrated and desperate. “You never need to be embarrassed to tell Mommy you need to potty, okay?”

“Fine!” Emma almost shouted. Her muscles were tired from clenching and she was ready to burst. The pain wasn’t enough to stop her from realizing her mistake, though. “I’m sorry mommy! I just really need to go peepee.”

“Silly girl, you should’ve just said so!” Emma began shuffling off the couch, assuming she was about to receive Mommy’s permission to tinkle. However when a firm hand gripped her wrist and she she turned to see a wicked smile forming on Regina’s lips she knew she wouldn’t be making it to the restroom. “Where are you going, princess?”

Emma eyed her with concern, knowing what was coming next.

“Your potty is right here.”

Everyone enjoy this wonderful piece of writing!!!!!!!

The last sentence is so hot, I'm so curious as to whether the potty is Mommy's lap (or even her mouth?? 🥵🥵)

#anon writing #ao3 fanfic #once upon a time #ouat fanfiction #regina mills #emma swan #swan queen #mommy k!nk #p!ss k!nk #p!ss

[tothedarkdarkseas]

Hi anon! Since I can’t add a read more to the ask itself I’m just copying your text below, and I’ll respond to it at the bottom!

Anonymous asked:

Hi. Your WIP inspired me.

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The second time, it was on accident. He wakes up to a pounding under his skull, body not feeling much better, and a foggy memory of last night's events.

Shockingly, that isn't new. Not even a surprise.

The bed he's in (he's actually in a bed, that's one point) is soft at least, (unlike his bed at home, another point) which serves as a blatant reminder that he's not where hes supposed to be.

He opens one, now two eyes, and looks over at the body next to him.

Blonde hair that looks white in the sun covers her face. Whoever she is. He doesn't care.

Despite the protests of his spine, he sits up, and looks around. It's clean, cleaner than he's used to. The girl couldn't be that bad, as he takes notice of the pictures on the walls. Older people, presumably family. There's a desk in the corner, notebooks stacked neatly, a calendar showing the current month. She really had her stuff together. That's new. Poser, he thinks, offhandedly.

Murdoc doesn't think about why he already believes that anyone who would sleep with him must have something wrong with them, at the age of 24.

He gets out of bed slowly. He would deny actually caring about disturbing the girl's sleep. It's more that he doesn't want to see her face, see the disappointment of a man she brought into her room. He didn't want to see her eyes become dark. He didn't want to see his reflection in them.

His clothes were easy enough to find. They stuck out, the one mess in the room. Would his smell stay after he was gone? Would she wake up, scrunch her nose, and clean up after him before brushing her own teeth?

Nowadays, he doesn't wear pants. It's punk, he says, but that's a shit excuse. The reality is that when you're starving or aching from withdrawals, "new pants" doesn't really take priority on the shopping list. But now, the thought of the chafing denim on the walk home makes Murdoc's brows crease.

It's a new low.

He begins to slip on the first pair of knickers he finds. Laying on her vanity, he presumes they were tossed off from last night. They're ugly. Purple, with a pink lace around the waist and each leg hole.

He sees.

He can't stop himself from looking at his reflection.

The way they lay on his hips, how his thighs spill over the pink edge on each side. The bulge is a disgusting reminder that this is wrong. Yet pathetically, soft, it's contained in the small fabric. This is wrong. But as he turns around, A look over his shoulder and-

Fuuuuck. Shit. Shitshitshitshit. Fuck.

He slips on his jeans. His jacket. Boots. He's a whore, his thinks, when he remembers he left his house without a shirt.

He walks home with a red face.

The knickers stay on, for the rest of that day.

Thank you for sending me your take, I’m really flattered that this inspired you at all and holy cow, I’m very impressed with how quickly you whipped that up! I swear, there’s a cog missing in my brain that makes speedy writing feel like an impossibility, haha. You just banged it right out!

You and I are very much on the same page here! This probably won’t surprise you given our conversations on this blog, but you nailed the prediction (whether you meant to or not!) One of the five scenes I outlined was indeed Murdoc stealing knickers from a girl he’d shagged; given it’s canon that he steals purses and whatever else he fancies including clothing, I think this is just such a natural assumption to make. In the WIP, he’s begun wearing knickers on stage, making a spectacle of it, doing it for jeers and heckles and the punkish attitude that, in Murdoc’s case, bridges into antisocial behaviour. He doesn’t have to have the conversation with himself if he’s instead having the conflict with everyone else. The part where he feels something quieter than that, though, the part where he’s not yet given himself permission to wear them elsewhere-- that’s the next thing to contend with. By the time he’s snatching the knickers in a scene like this, there’s no audience to call him names nor an element of in-band fighting over their image, there’s no spite he can justify it with, and so there’s no reason to do it but the private desire to. And I think in your version you captured the very same feeling, making something he’d framed to himself as a statement into a secret. I love the concept of making the things you do alone so much scarier than the things you do under a spotlight. That feels very Murdoc to me.

#anon writing #I should have established a tag for that but I don't think I ever did. I'm sorry! #suggestion of nsft behind the cut but it's nothing blatant

[harmonysanreads]

[Side-eyes the Yan!Neuvillette posts] I'm already down bad for most of the people you've written for - Vampire!Alhaitham, Yandere!Kaveh, and The Sumeru Hexagon, etc. If you end up writing Yandere!Neuvillette, I think I'm going to go absolutely feral (with excitement), because he's caught my eye too.

That being said, we are speculating on crumbs, so how about a fun pre-Fontaine release imagine, with a Yan!Neuvillette and a lawyer!Darling?

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With Neuvillette in the highest echelons of the Fontaine justice system, trying cases in front of him never seemed to go any easier.

Even as a budding lawyer, you never thought the petty cases you handled would ever be seen by him. But yet, here you were once again. For the fifth time this month. You let out a small young. Adjusting your suit and blouse, you force your eyes to read over the case brief in front of you for what seemed like the thousandth time.

You don't know what it was about Neuvillette. Perhaps it was his position, or perhaps it was the fact that he managed to be your judge overseeing all the cases you've ever presented on so far. But you ended up tongue tied in front of him, though you've tried to keep it to a minimum.

The last time you were in front of him though, you messed up on some of Fontaine's legal procdures and evidence rules, and he took it upon himself to personally drill you and oversee your studies instead of sanctioning you.

You were thankful for that. As a budding lawyer, getting a sanction this early on in your career was a death sentence. You knew nobody would ever want to work with you if you got sanctioned.

The trade-off, however, was that his personal brand of tutoring left you alone under his watchful eyes in the large library of Fontaine, surrounded by encyclopedias and legal codices after you were done with your case work. You couldn't leave his side until you finished all the work he assigned you, which, at the rate you were going, was likely going to take a long while. Staying up for nights and days in the library doing his work took a toll on you.

You did debate on arguing against him for your freedom, a couple of weeks after this arrangement, but decided against it. The threat of a sanction above your head loomed large. Plus, as the highest judge in the land, he could easily out argue you, a greenhorn.

Your focus started to blur, and your head fell forward and into your padfolio, tired from trying to finish the mountain of work Neuvillette assigned you this week. Your hands clung tightly to the case notes you were feverishly studying.

Even in your dreams, you hoped and prayed that Neuvillette wasn't nearby. He would likely give you even more work if he saw the state you were in.

For once, maybe in the land of dreams, you could get away from him.

Awww Alhaitham turned out to be my most-written for genshin character (at present) and seeing as how things are going with Neuvillette, I fear for my sleep schedule 😂 Fontaine characters have so much yandere potential so unless I get absolutely burnt out from studies I hope to give them the same love :> That being said, I'll try to envision Neuvillette's pov here! [note : written before fontaine release so all imagination.]

Neuvillette has pondered about the nature of corruption for a while.

It's not that abnormal a musing given his position, though it is unusual that he's felt a certain discomfort at the clearing of his thoughts — the judge's exposure to such philosophies are as regular as sunlight, so expanding on his understanding should only serve to benefit him. And yet, he finds himself more unsettled than not at the prospect. He wouldn't be, if he still had confidence in his restraint ; that being the graver issue, if the Chief Justice of Fontaine himself would fall prey to temptation, what would become of the rest of the court?

Neuvillette is far from ignorant, he's known that both the general criminal and the one responsible for bringing them justice are susceptible to the same vice and only through restraint can they be differentiated. He's remained pure from its claws following this simple principle ; no amount of mora, land, promise of power, indulgence has succeeded in altering a verdict thus far.

Neuvillette's expanding paranoia might not have been so rampant if the temptations were this materialistic, no no, he would've even thanked his fickle heart if that was the case. If it had hoped for something shinier, something pricier — those are common desires for corrupt men, and yet, he found his heart depraved of the normalcy and instead yearned for something far sinister, forbidden.

Innocence is devastatingly charming, the judge muses. It's more of a weakness than a strength, especially if the bearer remains blissfully ignorant. There is no mercy for that in the court, even if one retains scraps of the virtue by stubbornness, the court will make sure it is forever lost in its whimsical prance. Simply because, there is no real virtue to be found in the Court of Fontaine, only masquerades of its idealisms.

And so, even the most resilient soul is bound to lose way in this charade, or at least, that's what Neuvillette has concluded.

#anon writing #neuvillette brainrot #yandere #yandere genshin impact #yandere neuvillette #yandere neuvillette x reader #neuvillette x reader #yandere genshin x reader #yandere genshin impact x reader #genshin impact x reader #neuvillette x you #fontaine #who can blame darling honestly i would NEVER want to speak up in front of that man

[heartfullofleeches]

I got another writing for you. Uhhh, Spencer x monster!reader sort of? There's cannibalism.

Cw: Cannibalism, a sliver of the horny content, I'm also not very good at tagging.

Spencer is busy preparing dinner. He's cutting up the thigh to make sure it has enough area for the marinade. Once he's done with thay, he takes the bones out of his finished broth. A full feast was almost ready, and he couldn't wait to serve it up.

He was kind of reluctant to seeve it to you at first. It was an uphill struggle asking his brother to find the ingredients when he wanted to do it himself, but he wanted your birthday to be special, and he needed the extra time to prepare your favorites, so while he didn't get the meat himself, he was happy knowing you were going to smile at the different array of food set for you.

He walks over to the fridge to get some more ingredients out of the fridge, but ends up tripping a little bit. It puts a frown on his face.

He would have appreciated his brother a little bit if he brought back the body in a cleaner way, now he has the leftovers still bleeding out on the floor that he almost would have forgotten if he didn't trip over it.

"Such a mess I would have to clean up. I should have just gotten the body myself." He mutters in frustration, but doesn't stop him from getting things ready for your special dinner.

He avoids the body, moving back and forth in the kitchen trying to get everything done with an hour left before you arrive.

He starts cleaning up as he finishes up the food, and he takes a moment to look at the face of the bloodied corpse on his floor. He sneers at the body, "Could've been better, but that awful history teacher has been harassing them for a while. He at least thought a little before picking, I'll give him that." He drags the corpse to the basement, storing it into a larger freezer. "It won't be as fresh, but it can go with the others in another dish. . ." His mind wanders back from that body to you and your smile. You'll be coming any minute now, he realized.

He scrambles up the stairs and cleans up the last bit of blood in the kitchen and dining area before laying out the food.

Perfectly timed, he hears you doorbell and he sees your smiling face and completely ignores Erin's miffed one.

He leads you into the dining room, and watches as your face shines brightly. And he enjoys every moment from you thanking him for the food, watching you go through every dish with a hunger he never usually sees to you savoring the last bites you had saved.

It was all worth it, even if he did have to share some of that time with his brother. Spencer could let that slide for today.

Especially, as you stand up from your seat and walk over to him to give a hug that causes his heart to flutter. He's overwhelmed by your suddden closes, and he stiffens at the feeling of your tongue on his neck. Your tongue swiping around makes him moan instinctively. He whines when you lean back. He is totally unaware of Erin's murderous eyes at the moment.

"You have some blood left on your person." You swipe your tongue on his face and his head is hazy from the overwhelming you. "Not that I don't appreciate a little finisher for that amazing meal."

Anon, you are a genius! I really need to bring back monster reader more often because this was simply stunning. Thank you for sharing your writing with us again <3

#anon writing #others writing #Erin my oc #Spencer my oc #yandere x reader #yandere oc #yandere scenarios #yandere imagines #yandere insert #yandere x you #yandere headcanons #male yandere #yandere x darling #yandere #Yandere blurb #yandere x y/n #yandere fic

[lesbolordo]

He always smelled like smoke.

He always had a way with words.

He always knew where to touch.

Leander should have known he always liked danger or at least the grandeur of it. The hero aspect he wished he had. He should have known heroes don’t exist without a villain.

And Leander plastered it all over Sebastian Sallow, the perfect, cunning Slytherin.

The one who was everything Leander wasn’t.

It didn’t help Leander seeing Sebastian being so close towards the new 5th year, being so close. Leander couldn’t help but to be jealous, how dare they get more attention from him. He wanted Sebastian to continuously throw insults at his direction, or to beat him in dueling again. Leander should have known there and then, he had issues.

When he lays on his bed, Leander can only imagine what Sebastian is like. He will never take off those gloves, feeling the heat from his wand trailing his skin. Leander will obey, mewl and squirm at Sebastian’s voice.

“Is that all you got, Prewett?”

Naturally Leander would groan in response, denying he wanted Sebastian for his selfish needs. Needs that only he can satisfy. But for now, those thoughts will linger in his dreams at night. After all, heroes could never resist the dark side of their villain.

I'd gladly read more of your writing ! I very much like that taste of Sub! Leander craving for Sebastian :)))

You make me want to write Bottom Leander 🤣

Love it ! <3

#hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow #leander prewett #prewlow #hogwarts legacy drabbles #sebastian sallow x leander prewett #sebastian x leander #anon answered #anon writing #anon reply

[bye-bye-sunbird]

you're in the forest. it's dark, it's cold and you think you can hear whispers in the wind. you're tired, you've been running for a long time now. you see lights in the distance-it's a village. just a little longer. don't stop, don't look back. you're almost there.

the sky flashes a brilliant lilac.

run. run, he's here.

your breaths are ragged now, your legs feel like the soil is pulling your body below. tears obscur your sight. why now? why won't he leave you be? terror pushes you to run faster. you hear rustling from the trees. it distracts you, you fall. you panic and sob as you try to stand, you're not fast enough. a thud makes your heart stop. you look up with a trembling jaw, your eyes meet his terrifying gaze.

your head shakes as you crawl backwards. this can't be your end. your heart pounds so fast it hurts. he's walking now, slowly approaching you. your back meets a tree. you whimper when he plants his spear at your side and kneels. his hand grabs your chin, his thumb runs over your lower lip.

"tell me. how many years should i add to your incarceration?"

!!!

Cyno has us all in a chokehold, love.

#anon ask #anon writing #yandere cyno

[mojo-chojo]

Here’s the link to the fic you asked for :) there’s daily updates with double updates on Sunday :)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/36122995/chapters/90045766

oh man i need to check this one too thank you so much!

#anon writing #anon ask answer

[britishsass]

Some Psychonauts 3 Ideas

I have more ideas for Psychonauts 3!

Maybe Psychonauts 3 could be a 2-player game? If there is 1 player. The player can switch between Raz and Dart. This could reflect the clairvoyance ability.

Most of Dart’s dialogue could be snarky comments. I created one right here.

Susan: Don’t you have someone else to bother? I don’t want to see another intern like you.

Dart: Well I didn’t ask to speak to useless garbage like you.

Susan: *Becomes shocked and angry at Dart’s response.*

There’s a running gag where NONE of the characters like Terryl.

Another mental world would be Otto’s mental world. Which would be called ‘Otto’s Otto-matics’. Tell me what you think?

Owl’s comments: I’m always a fan of some more Otto’s Brain ideas! I’ve got a few rattling around (Mentallis’s Museum, Otto’s Observatory, Ottropolis/Otto’s Ordeal, etc) so it’s always a fun time to toss some more together. For the rest-- I do like the idea of changing between the two characters :) No real ideas for the rest, though-- I’ve been drifting out of the PN fandom, even though I still like the stuff there, I just lack braincells.

#anon writing #psychonauts 3 ideas #the owl posts #anon #submission #queue

[vmpyria]

alastor getting a noticeable hard on while watching you kneeling down doing something. you notice and you ummmm.. ya know.

HIS MOANS AND GRUNTS UGGGHKFNFJF I NEED HIM SO BAD

UGH, YES! IMAGINE THIS WITH ME NONNIE! i was so excited to write this, it’s a bit messy, but i hope it’s still enjoyable! you can always leave more thirsts & scenarios in my inbox! — here are my ACCOUNT RULES !

“oh, hello alastor!” you said cheerfully, holding a clipboard that had a to-do list, filled with tasks to handle throughout the day.

you were just doing your daily rounds when alastor came along, grinning and wishing you a good afternoon. you liked alastor a lot, what originally was a friendship seemed to be slowly morphing into something more.

but you couldn’t tell, it was hard to so when alastor wasn’t open with his emotions.

“what do you have there, my dear?” he asked, staring at your clipboard.

looking down, you smiled. “oh! just some papers to fill out as well as things to do, you know..just doing my job.” you said sheepishly, moving the board to one hand as you rubbed the back of your neck.

alastor seemed interested, his bright red eyes focused on you entirely.

“i see! i must say, my dear. i like seeing how devoted you are to the hotel, i’m delighted charlie brought you in!” he cheered, holding his cane.

at his praise, you smiled, adverting your gaze. you were a bit embarrassed and flushed, but he was being so nice.

“thank you alasto— oh!” you were just about to thank him for his kind words before your clipboard fell, falling right on the clip that held the papers, making them scatter on the floor.

“damn it,” your muttered before dropping down on all fours to pick up the mess you made.

“darling! would you like some help?” alastor called from above you, you looked over your shoulder and shook your head. “no, no! i’m alright, how was your outing today?” you asked.

alastor’s gaze was on you, your back was facing him and so was your behind.

the pants you wore were outlining your curves and he was getting a front row seat to the view.

heat began to spiral inside his belly, his facing flushing. “it was quite alright, not much to see.” he replied, trailing off at the end as he watched you reach out to grab a paper.

your back was arched and the view he already had got better.

that was, until he felt a strain in his pants.

fuck. he knew exactly what it was, he tried to believe he was much more composed and controlled, but with you? it was hard to stay that calculated.

his cock strained against the dress pants he wore, his grip on his cane got tighter as he cleared his throat.

“that sounds nice, if i have time a stroll would be fun to go on!” you said, putting the papers back and clipping them before turning around on the floor.

you faced alastor and stared at his face, flushed and red! was he okay? could he be sick or something?

“are you..?” you asked, looking back down before looking at the bulge straining his pants. now this your off guard, “alastor?” you asked, staring at him with widened eyes.

he seemed to be lost in his own thoughts, paralyzed in embarrassment.

he finally snapped back, “excuse me will you! i have something to take care of, talk again soon, perhaps!” he quickly, said wanting to take care of the warming lust he felt.

quickly you got on your feet and grabbed his hand, “no! come with me. let me help you. ” you said, now grinning at him. your room was just a few doors down.

moans left your lips as your body was pressed against your warm bed, hands gripping alastor’s shoulders as he rutted himself inside you.

“o-oh, fuck!” you squealed.

you had never expected him to have it in him! to be fucking your smaller body into the mattress, having you cry out desperately.

alastor’s face was nuzzled into your neck, animalistic grunts leaving his lips as your cunt tightened around his cock.

his hands gripped your hips, claws digging into your plush skin.

his hips slapped against yours, leaving you into a babbling mess. yours grip on him was tight, moaning into his ear while your legs were wrapped around his hips, keeping him close to you.

just as he thrusted, you felt the tip of his cock knock against your g-spot, the spongy spot having your cry out loudly.

“alastooor!” you drawled out, a grin coming to your lips, this might’ve been the best fuck you’ve had in all of these years in hell.

alastor muttered, his balls slapping against your skin, his body was hot. as your walls clung tightly around him, alastor was close, really fucking close.

giving you a heads up, alastor didn’t care to pull out.

stuffing you full with his cum, leaving you tired and shaky, smiling weakly as him as your legs were apart, showing off the mess he had left.

alastor grinned, “darling, you were so good to me!” he hummed, his hands slipping from abdomen to your thighs.

you would’ve replied, but truthfully you felt worn.

pushing your thighs apart even further, alastor lowered himself to your glistening stuffed cunt. your gaze was on him, “what are you doing?” you asked, alastor only smiled before pressing his lips against your sensitive clit.

your body jolted in response, a moan slipping past your lips loudly.

“i have to make sure you’re pleased, that wouldn’t be fair other wise. right, my dear?”

#𖤐 . WRITINGS #࣪ ˖ 𓂃 anon’s 𖤐 #alastor smut #hazbin alastor #alastor x reader #alastor #hazbin hotel x you #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin x you #hazbin x reader #hazbin hotel