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mggsv · 6 months

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Daddy! (Hotchner Ver.)

gn!reader x aaron hotch hotchner (18+)

summary: Jealousy gets the best of Hotch, and he just can’t help himself

warnings: dom!hotch, hard dom!hotch, sub!reader, daddy!hotch, spanking, degrading, blindfolding, choking, crying

“I’m only going to start over and add five more. Is that what you want?” His hand rubbed over the already bruised spot. You panted, legs shaking. You couldn’t see, the blindfold wet with your tears. Yet your sex throbbed. His thumb pressed your hole, his cooing sounding more like sarcasm as it slipped in. “Answer me.”

“No…No Sir-“ You gasp feeling that familiar sting on your ass. “Fifteen..” You whine. Your legs moved uncomfortably around his legs, nothing to balance them on as they dangled. He had you bent over his knees while he spanked you. Twenty! Could you believe it? He’s never went that high before. It all started at work. You went to visit Aaron before you headed off to work, and when Morgan did his usual flirting. You became just as close with the team as Aaron did- so it wasn’t an issue with you, when he did the same to Garcia. You flirted back playfully and even hugged him before leaving. You didn’t see an issue but it made Hotch furious, even after Morgan teased him for it. He didnt show it, but once he showed up to your apartment you knew.

“Fuck-!” you cried out at another smack. “What was that?” He hums, hands going to lift your hips a bit. He balanced you out well, everytime. “Twenty..F-Four.” You squeezed your thighs together, your ass imprinted with the outline of his fingers.

“Have you learned your lesson?” He moves your hair back, grabbing the back of your neck. You take a deep breath, nodding quickly. “Yes sir.”

“Why don’t I believe you?” He raises a brow. Oh that sneaky fuck.. always toying with you. He picks you up while he stands, laying you down on the bed. He flips you over onto your stomach. Your senses were heightened, the blindfold dark. You panted loudly into the soft duvet. You hear the sound of his belt clinking, and it slipping out of the pants sooner later.

“Daddy…?” You whimper. Aaron chuckles. You felt his presence behind you, lifting your hips and spreading your legs. Your sex dripped. His cock rubbing up against your hole. “Is this what you wanted? Purposely slutting around in my face just to be punished?” He groans, entering you slowly, just the tip.. Oh how you moaned…

“Answer me- Come to think of it, I’ve said this more than once today haven’t I?”

“Yes sir..” You shudder, back arching. You moan feeling him slip further into you. You hear the clink of his belt before your arms are pulled back. “Daddy-“

“Shhh..You have an awful lot to say for someone who doesn’t have the upper hand right now.” You felt the belt wrap around your wrists, pulling them together. With a pull, Aaron’s cock slips fully into you. “Fuck!” you gasp, your arms being pulled back, back arching. You felt somewhat scared. You couldn’t see, and now you couldn’t touch anything. But boy did he fill you up so well..

“You think Morgan will fuck you like this?” His hips snap forward, and back- pulling out to the tip. “No sir-“

“You think Morgan can have you on your knees taking his cock like a slut?” he tugs at the belt.

“N-No sir!” your eyes roll, you tried to catch your breath. Your orgasm hitting you hard. He fucks you through it just the way you loved..The way he fucked you hard, slowly. The way he spanked you everytime you took a second longer to answer him- everything felt so good.. At some point he changed positions, with his leg kneeling on the bed as he held your head down into the duvet. How you loved it when he whispered just how much of you belonged to him.

“Who do you belong to?” He leans down to you neck, biting down gently.

“You Daddy.”

“Damn right.”

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todayinhiphophistory · 2 months

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Today in Hip Hop History:

Boogie Down Productions released their debut album Criminal Minded March 3, 1987

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balanc3d-p3nguin · 3 months

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✨🐠 [beach boy & orange zest ]🍊✨

[i'm losing my mind over our life i cried so hard during Reflection and basically throughout the rest of the game]

#art #fanart #digital art #artists on tumblr #our life #our life: beginnings & always #our life fanart #olba #ol:ba #cove holden #cove james holden #our life cove #our life mc #i played through all of it in one sitting #then immediately got all the dlc #THE WEDDING DLC RUINED ME #it is pure criminal that this game isn't more appreciated #the amount of l o v e in it is gut wrenching

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expiredsoda · 3 months

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ya thought it's just gonna be a one time conversation ?

welp too bad the enemies to lovers game plot is happening now 👏

and of course ...

not leaving out the maximum sexual tension fight scene 🤌✨

#resident lover #bela dimitrescu #having criminal!mc x sheriff!bela running wild in my mind on their lil horsie #au is made so mc can unlock their full potential to be the ultimate brat #scrap that its just an outlet for bela fans to go feral #ngl mc need a better outfit #🐠🔆

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tvinspo · 10 months

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MAYANS M.C. (2018 ▬)

#mayans mc #mayansmcedit #jd pardo #tvedit #cinemapix #tvfilmsource #cinematv #char inspo #muse inspo #everythingdaily #usertvfilm #filmtvdaily #mine #criminals #main character

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erixadraws · 2 months

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Mitski/Aerin x Raya crossover

With every gentle caress, you whisper to him how he’s wanted, how he’s worthy

#being a treacherous criminal doesn’t stop Raya from loving you #the fact this is canon #blades of light and shadow #blades of light and shadow book 2 #aerin valleros #bolas mc #aerin valleros x mc #bolas 2 #playchoices #choices fanart #bolas choices #Raya Parnassus #digital art #illustration #animatic #blades fanart #digital illustration #erixadraws

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silaswritesthings · 5 months

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‘I am not in love with a criminal.’

Summary: Reader comes across an intriguing individual that captured their attention months prior.

Starring: Multi character x gender unspecified reader (the characters I had in mind as I write this are mainly Scaramouche and Childe from genshin impact, Dazai from bsd and unknown from mystic messenger but you can imagine whoever you wish to imagine)

Genre: romance, sfw, sharing an umbrella (that's not a genre but its valid!)

Warnings: A bit of cursing, implications of stalking, implications of murder, first person pov :)

Author’s note: It took me three days to write this and I hope it matches the effort I put into it. I was listening to goth and alt music as I wrote this so take that however you wish to take it. Likes, comments, reblogs and new followers will always be welcome!

Word count: 914

Part two is here

No. Just no.

He didn’t deserve a single drop of any affection from me, not a sliver of attention. He was not even worthy of the mud beneath my boots, but…

“Is there something on your mind?” His voice was accompanied by a flash of lightning. The dull sky rumbled as if the heavens were sending a warning. Bitterness gathered in my chest.

“I don’t want to talk about anything with you.” My words were almost drowned by the rain hitting the umbrella he held above our heads; we stood in the middle of the pavement, and pedestrians gave us odd and disapproving looks as they walked around us. The rain had just started but it had picked up quite a bit and I would have been drenched if it weren't for him.

His next words sounded almost hesitant. “You were more friendly when we first met.” My gaze remained fixed on my wet boots, his own facing mine, and I didn't miss the way he shifted on his feet, the umbrella shifting along with the action.

People like him, criminals, are well versed in lies and manipulation. Feigning distress wouldn't have been a hard task for him and I was aware of that. Despite knowing that, the bitterness in my chest lifted just a fraction.

“It’s been months, I can hardly remember your name.” My eyes remained lowered, watching water droplets slide down the leather of our boots.

“But you remember my face.”

“What?”

“You haven’t looked at me at all during our entire encounter yet you seem to know exactly who you are talking to you.” It was his observation not mine. Our first meeting, which happened over four months ago (not that I have kept count), remains as a vague memory in my mind. I would have voiced my thoughts but he was right. Why would anyone entertain a conversation with a stranger like this; with their eyes on the ground and heart in their throat as if they knew something that they shouldn’t.

I knew something that I shouldn’t. No- he revealed things to me that I shouldn’t have known. He’s a criminal.

My gaze lifted to his, regrettably, and my argument stopped at the back of my throat along with my breath. This was not the face of a killer but rather the face of someone that many would kill for.

His eyes lit up. “You’re looking at me.”

I narrowed my own. “You’re a criminal.”

“I’ve never been incarcerated for a moment in my life.”

“You killed people.”

“Without context, it sounds worse than it actually is.”

My right eye twitched. “Do you have an answer for everything?”

He leaned forward, his mouth curving into a light pleasant smile. “Why don’t you test that by asking me every question that comes to your mind? I’ll answer anything, everything even.”

I shifted my eyes from his, a simple look was all he needed to convince me to take his offer. “I have-" I cleared my throat, "plans.”

My eyes returned to him when he straightened himself with a sigh and took out his phone. He messed with his screen for a few seconds. When he showed me the screen, it was a copy of my schedule.

Fuck that.

I turned and walked away from him and forgot why I had even left my apartment half an hour ago. The rain was the least of my concerns because there was a lunatic who had a copy of my personal schedule on his phone. The rain was not the problem.

He spoke in a sing-song manner, “you’re in quite a rush for someone without any plans.”

Anger rose from the bottom of my chest and I turned to face him and yelled, “Fuck you!”

His mouth fell open before he burst into a fit of laughter. My blood boiled as I watched him clutch his abdomen as if he had heard the funniest joke in existence.

Now he was gasping for air.

Now more people were giving us more odd looks.

I marched to where he stood and whisper-yelled, "You're embarrassing me, stop it."

He beamed at me. “I’ll text you later since you have ‘plans’ today.” He handed me his umbrella and waved with the hand holding his phone, the screen and my damn schedule flashing at me, before he stepped backwards.

“Criminals have feelings too,” he said before he walked away with an energetic stride.

“Lunatic.” I cursed him. I was annoyed, wet and could feel the start of a headache from my now ruined day.

When I arrived back at my apartment, I paused by my door where there was a vase filled with flowers and herbs; lavenders, roses and rosemary were bunched together in a deliberate manner. I picked up the vase and read the little white card that was sticking out from the flowers. I then remembered why I left my apartment. It was to find flowers to decorate my apartment.

Do you know you smell like lavenders?

My face burned because of anger.

Right.

Anger.

I entered my home and placed the flowers on my kitchen counter with care, only because the vase looked fragile and I didn't want to clean up the mess of a broken vase.

By the time the sun had set that day, I was already facing another problem. Should I answer the text from the unknown number on my phone or call the police to spare my time and sanity?

#silaswritesthings #silas #wanderer x reader #scaramouche #scaramouche x reader #childe #childe x reader #dazai x reader #unknown x mc #mystic messenger #bungou stray dogs #genshin impact x reader #Eater love unholyc #criminals basically #please don’t flop #jjk x reader

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healpimp · 2 years

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Day 1: Memories (ft. professional 3rd wheel Scout)

I’m late but fuck it if I’m letting myself miss out of Boots and Bombs Week

#dnadbnbweek #boots n' bombs #tf2 #Own Art #upstanding american war criminal (soldier)#the real sex bomb (demoman)#mc frickin cree from frickin overwatch (scout)

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storiesofsvu · 6 months

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Holiday Bingo 2023

That's right besties! It's that time of year again! And in an attempt to keep y'all entertained with your favourite blorbos, I'm hosting this bingo so we can all share our creations and you have something to fixate on while I'm busy as hell at work!

As per usual:

Submissions can be anything! A mood board, a ficlet, headcanons, drabble, gif sets, one shots, social media au's, make it a mini series following the holiday journey of the same two characters! literally whatever you want!

Prompts are all winter/holiday themed. If it specifically says "Christmas" it does not need to be Christmas, it can be whatever holiday this time of year that you want!

Read the rest of the rules under the cut!

Prompts can be made into any genre, make it super spicy, make it tooth rottingly sweet, make it angsty as all hell and break our hearts, make it a wild AU, do whatever you want with them as long as they are what inspired your story. (aka "first snowfall" could be the first time character a is seeing snow, it could be the first snow of the year, it could be the characters baby's/dog's first time seeing snow. It can be cute, catching snow flakes on tongues or sad, bringing back memories with a friend who has passed. Literally whatever you want.) Just make sure to include any and all appropriate warnings/tags at the TOP of the post and I don't want to see any TikTok censoring of words!

Fics can be a ship, a reader insert, an OC, or any kind of crossover! Mix and match, stick with one, try out a new character or fandom!

Accepted Fandoms:

Literally everything and everyone. This is wide open to any and every fandom/show/movie that you want, it's free game besties! It doesn't matter if I write/read that fandom, do what you would like!

Some Inspiration:

-Law and Order (OG, OC, SVU)

-Criminal Minds

-Marvel

-NCIS

-One Chicago

-Abbott Elementary

-Mayans

-Grey's Anatomy/Private Practice

-911/Lonestar

-OUAT

-The L Word

-Wednesday

Rules:

You MUST tag me @storiesofsvu and use the hashtag #storiesofsvuholidaybingo2023 on each creation and I'll put together the masterlist.

Bingo begins on November 25th and will run all the way to January 20th.

You may only post/submit ONE creation per day!

Only one bingo square per creation

No underage characters involved in relations.

Tag all and every warning appropriately at the top of the fic

Anything over 1000 words must be under a readmore!

Everyone is welcomed and encouraged to participate! You do not need to be following me, we don't need to be mutuals, if you see this post and want to play, let's go!

If anyone has questions, feel free to comment or send me a message/ask!

Some playlists to get us in the mood:

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tagging some people who might be interested? (if you got tagged and have no idea who i am/where this came from it is likely that i have read your stuff and loved it/have some bookmarked on my to bed read lol. feel free to ignore.)

@prentiss-theorem @swimmingstudentchaos891 @rustyzebra @plaidbooks @thatesqcrush @adarafaelbarba @detective-giggles @mickey-gomez @alexusonfire @bumblebear30 @tropes-and-tales @unitchiefs-blackbirdphoenix @beccabarba @prurientpuddlejumper @fighterkimburgess @baubeautyandthegeek @melk917 @blackbird-brewster @virescent-v @leftoverenvy @iamnotoriginalphil @happenstnces @daddy-heather-dunbar @just-a-torn-up-masterpiece @five-bi-five-main @thehauntingofbasingse @supercriminalbean @h0tch-r0cket @bullet-prooflove @boldlyvoid @astrophileous @slutforsilverfoxes @cissyenthusiast010155 @hotchs-bitch @honeypiehotchner @whiteberryx @v3nusxsky

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calithso · 11 months

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i imagine seven really has nothing to do with it, she was just there for moral support (who was also trying to stop her gf from going to jail) but said gf doesn't have any morals so here they are

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@infamous-if

below's the tweet btw

#infamous fanart #seven lawless #mc: niki #my art #also i hc (?????) that niki has a criminal record of stealing a kinder joy egg from a convenience store when she was in high school #(she didn't get it in the end)#watch her write a song about it #ngl this looks like a band concept introduction in a late night show for an interview or something #still trying to convince myself im a greignmancer after all this #anyways #hehe i did it #'lawless' huh?

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mggsv · 11 months

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Memory of You

gn!reader x spencer reid (angst)

summary: the memory of you lived vividly in Spencer’s mind. your scent, your smile, your tears. he’s never forgotten you, despite how long it’s been since your death.

warnings: dark themes, talk of murder, mention of masturbating

( if you find any of these to be triggering please do not proceed! )

Spencer is schizophrenic

It’s been over 10 years since he last touched you. He misses you, you know? He thinks of you everyday, hoping to find you lying in bed next to him, and not the memory of you that taunted him instead.

His morning was the same everyday:

Spencer would wake up at 5 am, another nightmare of that night. He never really got over it, you know? He’d lie in bed staring at the ceiling as he blinked away the sleep from his eyes painfully. After an hour or so he’d finally sit up to feel the empty spot in the bed next to him..

it still has the memory of you too, how you’d sink into the comfortable mattress..the outline of your body lay there, and that was good enough for Spencer. He’d smile and take a deep breath: your scent still lingered somewhere in the room, he didn’t know where, but he loved that it was still there.

After stretching he’d take a nice warm shower, masturbating to the thought of the last time you were there together with him. Oh how he wish he could see you now.. When his shower’s done he gets ready for work. Spencer owned and worked at his own little thrift store nearby his house. He was never really the same after your death. Soon afterwards he was fired from his job at the BAU.

It was a tough loss, but he couldn’t bare the pain of your absence, and they couldn’t handle Spencer threatening his coworkers even if it was unintentional. He was on the edge of falling apart. Until he found the building. You’d always wanted your own shop together. To start off business, Spencer placed in his own older clothes and shoes, as well as taking generous donations from his ex coworkers. It was a great start, and another goodbye as he cut his friends off afterwards.

While making breakfast, Spencer always say a plate for you, too. He missed those moments where you’d cook breakfast together, which always ended up with you being seated first. And as per the routine, he heard your sweet voice call out to him…. “What’s for breakfast today Spence?”

He became used to the memory of you appearing before him at breakfast. When it first started he’d cry and hyperventilate, now he’d smile and close his eyes, thankful that you still hung onto him as well.

“Loaded omelette! And..maybe biscuits? Do we have any more love?” He glanced over at you, smiling softly. You were perfect, head to toe. Your memory so vivid he could feel the realness radiating from your frame. “You” had gotten up to check the fridge, looking high and low before nodding. “Spence..they’re gonna burst if you keep them in such a tight space. And don’t forget to clean the fridge and organize it.”

“Of course- I always do.” He walks over to grab the biscuits while booping your nose. “I’m very responsible.”

When Spencer’s done with breakfast, he serves you and himself. The rest of that morning is quiet. It was around 12 when your figure would stop talking, only staring at Spencer while he got ready to walk out of the door, sadly. He hated this time of the morning- leaving you all by yourself. He didn’t want you to be alone. Ever since that moment..

“I have to go now love, i’ll be back though, okay?” He pursed his lips as he stared at you. Tears began to well in his eyes as you nodded, silent. “I love you.” He says. Spencer tries to swallow the lump forming in his throat. His throat ran dry, and his heart beat picked up a slightly faster pace.

He hasn’t cried in a while. It was big improvement, but this morning.. He couldn’t stop the tears from falling down his face. Wiping at them aggressively he tried his best to be strong. For you, he tells himself, it’s what you would have wanted, and yet his sobs echoed throughout the empty house. For once in over 10 years Spencer remembered he was truthfully alone, and the the silhouette of your body didn’t have a shadow. You weren’t real. The you before him wasn’t real.

But you were real, and you were his lover, now you’re gone.

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Once Spencer reached work, he took his medicine for schizophrenia. Although he stopped going to therapy about a year after your death, he still took the prescribed medicine to help ease the memory of you that followed him around.

The morning was a slow one, which Spencer was thankful for. He was able to think a little, on life- the things that happened so long ago. He took a deep breath as the scent of your blood filled his nose. “No..” he shuddered, shaking his head as he tried to ease the memory. The tears that he tried so hard to wipe away that morning were flooding back into his eyes.

He could hear your cries…how you begged while sobbing- calling out to him, needing him by your side.

“Spencer..” He flinched.

“Spence- are you ignoring me?” Your voice sounded angry. With a scoff, you repeat yourself, louder.

“..No, i’m sorry love.” He whispered, opening his eyes to find the store empty for all but him and yourself, who sat on the counter where he worked. “What are you doing here? I told you I’d be back-“

“Why’d you do it Spencer?” For that time, in that moment, Spencer hadn’t looked at you. Seemingly, the medicine was not working for him that day. His hands shook nervously, fumbling with the hem of his sweater- one you had got him actually. It was years ago when you first decided you wanted to own a thrift store with him.

…How his face lit up at the thrifted sweater you had found, perfectly fitting his body. It was stripped with a pumpkin on it. You knew how much he loved halloween.

“Answer me.” you demanded. He sniffled, trying to blink the tears away. “I’m sorry I-“

“That’s not good enough, Spence…not anymore.”

“How about we talk about this at home, hm? Somewhere private- the shops still open.” he rushes out, eyes glancing around the empty store. The sky was getting darker, and thunder struck. It started to rain.

The soft beats of the rain hit the store windows in a soothing pattern. Spencer would have enjoyed it if you weren’t there, angry.

“Why’d you kill me, Spence?”

You began to sob. “Stop..” He whispered hands clasping over his ears. “Please stop- love-“

“Why didn’t you stop?”

“I’m sorry, please-“

“I begged, and i begged for you to stop! I just couldn’t understand why my husband wanted me dead all of a sudden.” you spat, and that’s when he looked at you.

“No..” Your body was covered in blood, deep cuts littering your arms and legs. Your hair was wet and dripping, and there were tears streaming down your face, but you weren’t crying, not anymore.

“I was so scared Spencer..” He shakily left from around the counter, backing away from you, who seemed to get closer and closer with every step. “Get the fuck away from me-“

“I was alone.” You watched as he inches closer towards the door, afraid. “You killed me, and you were smiling Spence.”

He runs out of the door, out into the rain.

Truthfully, Spencer loved you. He’d do anything for you, he’d told himself back then, even now he would too. He ran and ran, the rain beating against his face. Still, he could hear you in his head. The thoughts made him sick. He promised he wouldn’t hurt anyone else, not when you came along.

You were perfect, beautiful , everything Spencer could ask for. Everything was perfect…

He couldn’t answer himself after he’d done what he’d done. He couldn’t give a straight answer to his teammates when it happened either, when he’d framed another for your mishap. And surely, Spencer still couldn’t answer to you, when he slipped from the bridge, seeing your figure standing from where he fell.

#spencer reid #criminal minds #spencer reid angst #angst #matthew gray gubler x reader #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x reader #gender neutral reader #gender neutral character #gender noncomformity #sad #mental illness #mgg x reader #mgg #sfw #derek morgan #spencer reid x reader smut #gn!mc

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rimunagenius · 6 days

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Rimunagenius’ Masterlist

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ʚ Hi, i’m Ri. Welcome to my blog. I write age appropriate and non age appropriate (NSFW; SFW) fan fictions and headcannons!! You will be able to differentiate them with the warning labels at the start of each fiction or headcannon.

ʚ Common occurring themes are LGBTQ+ relationships but there are hetero relationships (you just have to know the person or character; be aware to look at gender conforming labels where the pairing or warning is)

ʚ RPF!! (real person fiction)

Women’s Basketball

Naomi Mcpherson

Josette Maskin

ʚ Fanfiction

The Walking Dead

Mayans MC

Sons of Anarchy

Triple Frontier

Yellowstone

links are being added…not fully complete or updated!!

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sleepless-in-starbucks · 2 months

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not really decided on what i want to do with minecraft-the-game's existence a la luke's world but by far the Funniest option (to me) would be if it existed but in like. a knockoff format. like as craftmine yknow. extremely similar to minecraft but different Enough that luke never draws the connection. like yeah sure this seems familiar but craftmine was known for everything being a rectangular prism not a cube . it didntve 'servers' it had 'spaces' . etc etc

#the cryptid speaks #lucky jumbo <3 #started thinkin about this bc im trying to figure out joe a bit more #in the sense that like he Was a minecraft streamer before being a minecraft liver but also he existed in the same world as luke #and if minecraft was a Thing i like to believe luke wouldve made Some connections by now #but with knockoff.......#instead of being a minecraft hermitcraft streamer joe was a craftmine hermitmine streamer #starring alongside such big names as: jumbo mumbo . goodtimeswithwound . braed .#joehills ofc is still joehills bc joehills is eternal throughout all his existences #also have briefly considered this in the sense of like . other big mc servers #mostly dsmp (ie smp i have Never Watched but culturally osmosis'd) solely bc #i think it would be Really Funny . if luke were to overhear the hermits discussing war criminal wilbur soot #and he's like ???? the musician???????? bc he knew about lovejoy but nothin else #this would have some Curious implications for lj lore that idve to deal with but it might be worth it for the joke

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dandydanthelion · 9 months

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this is their dynamic

#both stupid as all hell #criminally cheesy #god their pda makes everyone in the 5 miles radius puke #i love them #the arcana #the arcana game #the arcana fanart #lucio the arcana #count lucio #lucio morgasson #the arcana apprentice #the arcana mc #lucio x mc #lucio x apprentice #dandelion's doodles #shitpost

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avintmich · 3 months

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AU! USSR JACOB

English!VERSION 18+

Mentioned: necrophilia, unpleasant description of person/things/actions, perversion, description of scenes of a sexual nature, murder. If anything is missing, let me know!

Notes from the author: all unclear meanings of words/terms will be indicated with a “*”. everything will be at the very end. she/her is used in the text. in all cases, exclude non-possible events with your gender (such as pregnancy) and substitute your pronouns. I do not recommend eating while reading! enjoy!

I worked with the help of a translator, so

there may be errors in the text.

(Headcanons may coincide with the ideas of these people: @mara-ma , @sapoz-ni , @vajaina-hi .)

-I saw a couple of options for the Russified name, but I am more inclined to “Dmitry Anatolyevich Oldenov”

-Dimitri is the same colleague who has yellow teeth, broken crooked fingers, huge bags under his eyes and constant bad breath. but you cannot avoid him, because for his merits he is close to the authorities and you constantly need something, but only a bespectacled man (as his colleagues call him) can give it to you.

-a possible scenario of actions when Oldenov could get acquainted with MC is:

1.You are a junior engineer who has just come to practice.

2. You either work at the post office, or as a telephone operator or librarian!

-In one of the cars of his victims he found a camera, later the device was left as a “souvenir” and a way to document his murders / they gave him a camera at work for his merits / stood in line*.

-when he tried to lure the victim, he was stopped by police passing by, seeing an unpleasant-looking man approaching the girl. Rope, a kitchen knife and Vaseline were found in his briefcase. Dmitry, exposing his yellow teeth, explained with a smile: “a rope for tying parcels at the post office, a knife just for cutting this very rope, and Vaseline for cleaning shoes!”*

-After this situation, Oldenov became even more cautious, the “photo sessions” stopped for a while, but physical attraction took over.

- all his hygiene is an old, completely hardened piece of laundry soap and, if possible, the remains of toothpaste. Very dirty, oily skin that over the years is complemented by wrinkles and stubble.

- After a new object of adoration appeared in his life, he began to shave and wash his clothes more often

-If he is in Moscow, the first place he will go is the library named after Lenin.*

- Aldenov is a fairly well-read and intelligent person; he adores writers of the Silver and Golden Ages. He often imitated the heroes of the works, courting the MC in the same ways, and offered his favorite lines from poetry to his beloved. he has his own shelf with a collection of books in a small Khrushchev*, it is complemented by a bedside table with vinyl records and a gramophone. Anatolyevich does not live richly, but as he himself grew up, “he has enough of everything".

-due to connections and flattering character, a shortage may occur*. Often taking advantage of his position, he could set people up or point out to them in the most rude way their lack of education.

- often fishes, finding peace and pleasure in this. Oldenov carried out his idea of founding a fishing club. Frequent visitors were his superiors and old people who loved fishing.

- was subscribed to magazines about photography, fishing and medicine. I kept and re-read each copy.

- grew up in the village with his grandmother Olga Gennadievna Oldenova, in turn, the woman was a midwife in a rural hospital. Seeing that Luchik (as Olga affectionately called him in childhood) took reference books and books about medicine from her, she encouraged Dimochka in every possible way for his aspirations and brought him more material to study. Gennadievna hoped that the younger Oldenov would become a doctor, perhaps a surgeon or dentist. “After all, the job is prestigious and brings in a lot of money,” as Oldenova said.

-after Olga’s death, Dmitry inherited a summer cottage and a house. Where I often came on weekends and tended to my garden. I sold all my pets and used the money from the sale to renovate my musty house. He often invited MC to his place for barbecues*

Not very pleasant things will be described

further

- let's admit that Dmitry, as in the original story, is a pervert.

-Oldenov, as a teenager, was excited by medical reference books with images of human organs. He found books either in the village library or on the shelves of his grandmother.

-there are many photographs and films depicting all stages of decomposition of bodies of different configurations and genders

- He witnessed a terrible accident in which his beloved Sarochka died. it was then that he experienced the strongest sexual arousal. Since then, haunted by visions in which people were writhing in agony, Anatolyevich was looking for a way to repeat that same feeling. And I found it. under the pretext of taking photographs, he lured people into the forest, performing sexual acts on the people killed at his hands, filming it all along the way

- because of the girl’s refusal, Oldenov’s ego suffered; in a fit of rage at her, Dmitry raped the girl who refused. each time, with aspiration and reverence, remembering how she writhed in pain. It was then that he received his first scar from the victim; she bit him on his left hand. But everyone when they ask him where this scar comes from, he brushes it off: “the dog bit me, if he ran away huh."

- when he met MC, he began to fantasize and see visions of the murdered/bloodied/crucified/decaying/writhing in pain MC

-after the appearance of a new lover, all his victims began to at least somewhat resemble you. height, voice, hair/eye color, similar lip shade, build, demeanor, same style of clothing/same clothing, shape of nails. Everything is in the smallest detail.

- a possible abduction would be similar to the story of the Skopinsky maniac*. Having invited MC to a barbecue, he added a strong sleeping pill to your beer, which the doctor prescribed for him. But instead of making a separate room under the house, he simply locked the MС in a basement specially equipped for living.

-further, as in the case of the Skopinsky maniac, he forced the MС to do disgusting things.for example: sex with foreign objects (such as vases or sticks), sex with pain, playing with a knife, suffocation (for some it’s nice), worship of his body, urine emission no matter who does it, he or you, creampie (o what words do I know), filming violent moments, rape, watching phim of all the pictures from his “photo shoots”, the possible cutting off of MC’s limbs and the list goes onDuring the whole process, MC becomes pregnant and Oldenov transports her to the city. Where does he deliver babies?

- having created the status of a good family, no one suspects that a new killer is already growing in the world. Although each of us has it.

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Thanks for reading! I hope you didn't throw up from the crap I did!

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All designations are taken from the

Internet/in personal words. yes,

I'm a lazy ass

wait in line- meant standing in line for scarce or ordinary goods. This happened because there was virtually no free market and competition in the USSR. there could be a queue for an apartment, a car, or the most ordinary sausage.

"rope, knife and Vaseline. "- a case from one of Chikatilo's arrests. after which the maniac remained free

Lenin's Library-Entry to this library was carried out only with a pass. therefore, not everyone could get there

Khrushchevka- Khrushchev buildings got their name in honor of Nikita Khrushchev, who personally participated in the design and creation of this type of house. These are standard panel or brick residential buildings, 4-5 storeys with no elevator and small apartment dimensions

Commodity shortage in the USSR-a phenomenon inherent in the Soviet planned economy, a constant shortage of certain goods and services that buyers could not purchase, despite the availability of funds

go to a barbecue -so to speak, have a picnic

Skopinsky maniac -Russian criminal who kidnapped two minor girls, 14 and 17 years old, in 2000, kept and raped them in a basement for almost 4 years. In the Russian media he is known as the Skopinsky maniac.

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