#cw implied stalking

[amee-racle-ofmyown]

Warning: implied/referenced stalking

‘You’re wonderful. Flawless, even.’

‘Mmm, flawless is pushing it.’ 

Her blush wasn’t very noticeable, a light pinkish tint on her warm brown skin, barely illuminated in the garden’s dim lighting. But Ray saw everything. Every little detail, every slight reaction; his senses were keenly honed in on every manner of her presence. He had no doubt his face looked a little flushed too but that was alright. After all, why hide it? She already knew how his heart raced for her.

‘Is it?’

‘I’m not as perfect as you think, Ray. No one is.’

‘Well, you are to me.’

‘Ahh…’ she made a flustered sound and covered her face with her hands. Ray smiled, willing her to move them. Show me your face, he thought, and as if hearing his silent plea, she parted her small hands like curtains, peeking up at him through delicate fingers.

‘You know exactly what to say to flatter someone, huh?’ 

He gave a quiet little chuckle. ‘Oh, I don’t know… I suppose it just comes easily to me when it’s you.’ He took her hands, gently peeling them away from her face and watching how her eyes widened slightly at the gesture. ‘Every moment I spend near you, I just can’t help but be aware of every single thing I like about you. Complimenting you feels like the most natural thing in the world.’ 

She flushed far more visibly at that. Ray laughed softly once more, his hands gently squeezing hers, preventing her from hiding behind them. Oh, how he delighted in those flaring cheeks. He wanted nothing more than to cup her face and gaze into those eyes, stroking her soft skin with his thumbs and muttering endless sweet praise to see just how red she would go. And he would mean every word. 

‘Um, th-thank you… I like you a lot too, Ray. Just- um- you haven’t known me for very long-’

I’ve known you for so much longer than you think… He wouldn’t dare utter such a thought out loud, however. Ray didn’t know how she would take it. She couldn’t know how many months he’d spent watching, waiting. Yearning. Would she be upset if she knew? Scared, even? Of course, he’d only ever done so with good intentions but what if she didn’t like it? What would she think of him? Would she call him a creep? Would she think him crazy if she knew exactly to what lengths he would go to keep her safe and in the palm of his hands? Would she try to run away? No, he couldn’t take that chance. He didn’t even want to even think about it.

‘I’m sure there’ll be all kinds of things you don’t like about me, to be honest. I don’t understand why you already seemed to like me so much so soon after meeting me for the first time...’

The girl’s words made him frown a little. Did she doubt his sincerity? Worse still, was it possible she was suspicious of him…?

She seemed to pick up on his concern, as she brought his hands to her chest and looked up at him, meeting his eyes with a shy but undeniably warm and reassuring smile, before she continued to speak.

‘What I mean is, I want to spend more time together, Ray. I want you to get to know me properly and I really want to know you. If you still like me so much after that… well, then we can keep going from there.’ There was still a faint blush over her features as she smiled up at him. The crinkles beneath her twinkling eyes made him think of the gentle creases and overlapping folds of petals around the stem of a rose. 

Ray wasn’t entirely sure he understood what she meant, but she’d said she liked him and that she wanted to spend more time with him, so, that was what mattered most, right?

‘I… like the sound of that. And Princess, I don’t think you could do anything at all to make me dislike you. I would do anything for you, MC.’

#I cringed so hard writing this but I couldn't get the scenario out of my head #this is mirae btw! he still calls her mc at this point bc she hasn't told him her real name (mc is the nickname and username she uses) #obv he does know her name. this is ray we're talking about. but she doesn't know he knows lol #amee writes #mystic messenger #mysme #mysmes #mirae chon oc #my oc #mysme ray #saeran choi #saeran x cmc #saeran x oc #cw implied stalking #cw mentions of stalking

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Question 11 for Leviathan.

Oc Ask Game - Lore Edition

[ Athan ]

Name three formative events in your oc’s life. Why do these events define/shape them?

Falling from Heaven. Leviathan was one of the first to fall alongside Lucifer and two others. He stood staunchly beside his eldest friend's side and would not back down from his position. He remains loyal to Lucifer above all else, though his jealousy over the humans and angels that remained in God's good graces does sometimes weigh heavy on his actions.

Falling in love with Ozzie. From the moment he saw Ozzie broken and battered from the Fall in Hell, he knew he would never be the same man he had been in Heaven. He seeks out Ozzie's attention and approval above most others' opinions and will do anything for him. He has a separate refrigerator in his home that is reserved only for foods that Ozzie likes, and he keeps it well-stocked despite Ozzie rarely visiting. Any of the food that spoils is simply tossed out and replaced in the hopes that Ozzie will visit any day now.

Ozzie falling in love with Fizzarolli. Athan is ridiculously jealous of the imp, and has and will put him in mortal danger to try and steal Ozzie away from him. Ozzie is not typically a violent man, but he is the cause for all of Athan's scars.

#It’s Best To Keep Me Pleased (Answered Asks) #HEADCANONS ➽➽➽ #I Am Aware That I Am An Asshole I Really Don’t Care About All Of That Though (αтнαи) #I’ll Be Damned If I See You With Some Other Man If I Cannot Have You Then Nobody Can (Athan ♡ Ozzie) #To Me You’re Like A Growing Addiction That I Can’t Deny (Ozzie ♡ Fizzarolli) #cw violence mention #cw implied stalking

[holyhounddog]

Mutsuki birthday drawing I completely forgot to post.

The background is unfinished but I ran out of steam and continuing this felt like pulling teeth, so I apologize

#procreate #tokyo ghoul re #tg:re #tokyo ghoul #tooru mutsuki #cw knife #cw blood #implied stalking #allanart

[studyingfornclex]

Would anyone be interested in reading the essay I wrote about the romanticization of abuse and sexism in LGBTQIA manhwa and manga?

Edit: posted it

#yaoi #yaoi manhwa #yaoi bl #yaoi manga #essay #in this essay i will #cw sexism #cw sa implied #jinx manhwa #killing stalking is mentioned and so is jinx so tagging them ig #killing stalking #Wrote this while procrastinating

[sammylux]

Σ>―(〃°ω°〃)♡→

#my art #oc art #illustration #my ocs #ezekiel [he/him/any] (oc) #cws: #scopophobia #stalking (implied)

[wxnheart]

𝐇𝐀𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 - Konrad Curze

You stared in shock and wished you couldn't see. You stared in shock and wished you couldn't feel the abject terror wash over you in humid and cold waves. You stared in shock and wished you couldn't smell the lingering scent of death. You stared in shock and wished you didn't fear the darkness as much as you did.

You stared in shock... for the Night Haunter had struck again. The maimed body of your would-be assailant was displayed for all to see, for all to know that they incurred the wrath of the Night Haunter, that... that they―

The bile rose in your throat. You wished you hadn't seen it. You stumbled into your home, small, and cramped, but yours regardless. A sanctuary from the smothering darkness. You stumbled into your home and wished sleep would cover you and your mind would forget. None of your wishes came true.

Konrad saw you once, unsullied in a sea of filth, innocent among the guilty. He saw you once, he of feral nature and death-blessed claws, and thought you fascinating. Fascinating. The word tasted different―lively―in the polluted air. Nothing like him. Nothing like the others. You weren't like them, not like the weak slime that called themselves leaders and workers and humans. An enigma wrapped in a mystery covered in smog. Fascinating.

Konrad saw you once, unsullied in a sea of filth, innocent among the guilty... and he hasn't stopped seeing you since. And with his gift, you would be unsullied still. Protection from the night, light penetrating the haze, it would be yours. Konrad hasn't stopped seeing you since and with the body of your would-be attacker, shock and fear the last traces of humanity on his face, he never would.

You stared in shock and wished you couldn't see. Unrecognizable even to you, this... this person lay trembling, scarred and broken, at your feet. The cries of a being slaughtered invaded your ears like a cacophony and oh, you wished you couldn't hear, wished you couldn't smell death lingering―"H-H-He... He's―He's watching you..." And you, who would rather be blind and deaf, who would rather dream under a blanket of smog, you, who would stare in the mirror and berate yourself later on for opening your mouth, for being so damned curious, squeaked out pathetically, "Who...?" "Th―The... Him." "Who?" "The Haunter..."

The Haunter. The Haunter. No. No...! You stumbled away yet again to your home, small, and cramped, but yours regardless. Stumbled away in the midst of the person's aching cries. Stumbled and wished you could sleep and dream it all away. And again your wishes went ungranted.

Konrad sees you again, unsullied in a sea of filth, innocent among the guilty. He sees you and sees the fear and pain etched in every corner of your face, sees the grimace you try so hard to disguise as a smile. He sees the filth corrupting your wary gaze as your eyes dart to and fro and he realizes that it won't be enough. It won't ever be enough. The slime keeps coming back and he's determined to keep you unsullied still. To let justice shine in the smog. Konrad sees you again... and swears to make it enough.

You don't dare open your door for fear of the night. You don't dare open your door and wish you couldn't see. The sounds of a man broken, of cries unyielding, assault your ears again. "Go away!" You scream into the aether. "HE WILL DO IT FOR YOU." The sounds of a man broken, of cries unyielding, reply. You wished you could wish no longer. And still, your wishes went ungranted.

Konrad sees you again, unsullied in a sea of filth, innocent among the guilty. He sees you blanketed by darkness, seeking refuge from the light, and bides his time. He sees you, fascinating and lively, and thinks the filth is corrupting you more. He sees you and makes ready to bring Nostramo to its knees. He will do it for you.

The night is quiet. Deathly still. The night is quiet and ripe for dreaming. You wished sleep would cover you like a blanket of fog. You wish you could dream and let reality drift among the currents. You wished you didn't see the tall, imposing figure, bathed in darkness and death, eyes as dark as the night, staring at you, his expression unreadable.

You wished you couldn't smell, couldn't feel death and darkness and fear wrap pale arms around you and easily hoist you into the polluted aether. You wish you couldn't hear him say it will be done, that they would all fall to him, and you would be unsullied still. You wished, oh how you wished―

And still, your wishes went ungranted.

#warhammer 40k #wh40crack. #yandere40k. #cw: stalking #cw: gore #cw: implied vomiting #konrad curze x reader #konrad curze #primarch #primarch x reader #cw: konrad friggin' curze. #cw: kidnapping

[gremlin-writes-angst]

Knowing is Safe CH.2

Chapter 2

Fandom: Redacted ASMR

Couple: Geordi/Cutie

1.9 k Words

90% angst 10% comfort ( I actually did the math)

Intilizised words like this are cutie's thoughts. and the way there formated is important so pay attention ( if you have questions don't be afraid to ask)

Also, the beginning might seem a little confusing because I was trying to keep cutie gender neutral which was hard considering the subject.

For the TW I'm putting a lot of it in a category, still listed but I want it to be clear that the things aren't actually having and are just cuties paranoia and anxiety

TW/CW: Paranoia (Robbery, kidnapping, home invasion, intruder, murder, death, blood, being followed, being stalked, being attacked, abandonment)Cursing. Hinted homophobia and transphobia. slef doubt and hatred.

Let me know if I missed a trigger or if you spot any spelling mistakes.

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PAST

You looked at the page, unsure why it was so enticing. One of the people looked like you. Or what you want to look like.

Beautiful!

Handsome!

Cool!

Confident!

The other person, the same gender as the other. They were, attractive, you focused on their lips, the ones connected to who you wish to grow up to be.

I want that.

The love?

The kiss?

the body?

All of it.

You want to kiss someone.

Yes.

Anyone?

I think so…

You could experiment!

Experiment?

Kiss girls!

Kiss boys! 

Kiss people who want to kiss you!

Do people want to kiss me?

There has to be.

I can kiss anyone, of any gender?

I can kiss anyone, of any gender!

I can be anyone, of any gender.?

I can be anyone, of any gender!

If it'll make us happy!

I want to kiss-

“Pumpkin! We need to talk!”

Shit!

Was she listening?

She's always listening.

I hate her.

I love her.

She protecting us.

She's spying on us.

You make your way down the stairs, your mom has a sour look on her face.

“Pumpkin, you can't be having those thoughts. It's umm- those thoughts are not good for you.”

“Why?

“BECAUSE!”

Your father's hand lands on your mom's, calming her.

Thank you, dad.

“Because they lead to… experimenting, and we don't want you to get caught up in that kind of stuff. It’s not for you.”

PRESENT

“Everything’s normal. Human, unpowered normal. Our relationship went back in time, we both kind of ignored that I'm a telepath, that we’re just two normal people in a normal relationship. We’re happy."

No, we're not.

Yes, we are.

We have to be.

For Geordi.

It makes him happy.

So it has to make us happy.

Does it make him happy?

It has to.

“But what about those thoughts you mentioned last week? You mentioned how you don't ever feel safe. Could you elaborate on that?”

He remembered?

Of course, he remembered it was his job.

But we don't want him to.

Then lead him away.

Say it was an accident.

Say it was a lie.

Tell him the truth.

DON'T!!

Tell him you forgot your meds!

“Oh, did I say that? I actually forgot to take my anxiety medication, so we can move on from that.”

He sighed.

Why did he sigh?

He looks disappointed.

I should read his mind.

NO!

Geordi hate’s that.

Hates you.

Just focus on the session.

Wait whys is he on his phone?

He's texting someone.

Does he know?

Is he going to tell someone?

Will I be fired?

I'm gonna be fired.

That doesn't make sense.

They don't trust me.

What if they see me as a threat?

What if they lock me away?

Then Geordi wouldn't be safe.

He'll miss me.

Not if they erase his memory.

They wouldn't.

They would.

If they did it'd be good.

Good?

Geordi would finally be free.

Of you.

Of your powers.

Of the magical world.

You hear that?

What? 

You zone back into the world, hearing your work-assigned therapist clear his throat.

“ Even if that's the case your supervisors have started to take notice of how you've changed. Your paperwork is hard to understand and when speculating on a case you jump to wild conclusions that hurt the case. You're less social than before and you've become very panicked by the smallest things. You've also refused to use your powers. These actions have been recorded by D.U.M.P for the past two months. It's clear to me that your recent mood isn't the cause of missed medication but something else.”

Your breathing rises, you try to steady it, hide that what he's saying bothers you, your thoughts are so jumbled you can't make much out other than panic.

“ And from what you've told me I think the cause is the absence of using your power. Up until 2 months ago, you were in constant use of your power. And from what I understand that was the result of your mother's abuse-”

“She didn't abuse me!”

Did she?

No.

But he's the expert.

He didn't live it.

He doesn't understand.

Maybe that's good.

What?

She was protecting us.

That's what you think.

Because she taught you that.

He's right.

NO, HE'S NOT SHE LOVED ME!!

Yes, she did.

Still does.

But what she did is still wrong.

“I'm sorry for using that word. Let me restart. Your mother raised you with a toxic belief, that you could only be safe if you knew what others were thinking, she used this as an excuse to constantly be in your head, not giving you a moment of privacy. When you applied this belief to your relationship you learned how this belief hurt others, so you tried to stop, cold turkey. This has caused you to become extremely anxious and paranoid. As your therapist, I think you do need to become comfortable in your own head, comfortable not constantly reading people's minds. I would also suggest you talk with your partner, I think couples therapy would benefit your relationship. Oh, it appears that our time-”

You were out of the room before he could say goodbye. You rushed to collect your stuff. You always had therapy right after work so you could leave right after. You rush to the parking garage. 

Car? car!? where’s my car!?!

It's over there.

Where?

I don't see it.

It was stolen.

It was broken into.

No, it's there.

I see it.

 Hurry!

Wipe your tears.

Call Geordi.

No!

Wipe your tears.

Calm down!!

It's not that serious.

Wipe your tears.

You can't drive like this.

Slow your breathing.

Call Geordi.

Ask him to pick you up.

Phone, where?

Purse.

Dial his number.

No contacts are faster.

Wait!

What if the car is bugged!?

It’s not.

But it is!

All your gonna do is call Geordi.

But that's how he knows.

The therapist.

He's listening.

He's not a telepath.

Isn't he?

No, he's a stealth.

So he’s watching.

No!

He's not doing anything to you!

I can't drive.

Take a taxi.

No, I'll be kidnapped.

Train!

Ok.

Where's the train station?

Right.

Left!

I look lost.

You look like an easy target.

There! train station!

Did you lock the car?

Yes.

No!!

Someone will break in.

Steal your car.

I locked it.

No.

You should have driven home.

I can't.

I'm…

Crying.

Not trustworthy.

With? 

My self.

So? You don't matter.

SHUT UP!

People are looking.

No their not.

Read their minds!!

No.

They want to hurt us!!

No.

You missed your stop!!

When!?!

 Just now!!

No.

map! map! map!

I didn't, it’s the next one.

People hate you.

You should run away!

Just start taking random trains!!

No.

Why?

Because people care for me.

Do they?

Geordi-

He doesn't.

My coworkers-

Are just co-workers.

You don't even have friends.

It's our stop!!

Get off!!

Go left!!

Right!!

Are we lost!?!?

No!

I know this place.

Behind you!!!

What!?!?!

Were being followed!!!

Don't look!!!

Read their mind!!!

No!!

Keep walking home.

Grab your pepper spray!!!

I can't find it!!!!

Hurry they're getting closer!!!

There’s another one!!!!

In Front of you !!!!!

They're gonna attack you!!!!!

Hurry!!!!!

I got it!!!!!

Wait

Their friends.

Meeting each other.

Of course.

Stupid.

Stupid.

What a fucking selfish idiot.

Not everything is about you.

Nothing is ever about you.

Wipe your tears!

Look.

Geordi’s car.

He’s home!

Is he?

“Geordi?”

Nothing.

Silence!

He’s not here!!

But his car.

He was taken!!!

He's dead!!!!

You couldn't protect him.

You killed him.

You ruined his life.

No! He is alive!

He's alive.

You yell out for him again, your voice shaking heavily as you walk toward your bedroom door.

Open the door.

Don't!

His dead body is behind that door.

Blood everywhere.

NO!!!

He's here!

He's alive!

I know it!

How? 

I just do.

No, you don't.

You don't even know if there's an intruder in your house.

Is there an intruder?!

No.

Yes!!!!!

How else would Geordi die?

Open the door!

Wipe your tears!

You open the door, relaxing for a second when you find it empty, but then your brain starts working again.

Where is he?!?!?!

He's hurt!!

He ran away.

He was taken!!!

He left because he hates you and couldn't stand to be around a selfish idiot freak

Selfish idiot freak.

Selfish.

Idiot.

Freak.

Unlovable.

Alone.

Alone.

Don't wipe your tears.

You deserve this.

You are a monster.

Monster.

Disgusting.

You're so far in your head you're unaware that your thoughts are now words. Unaware of everything happening around you. You don't hear the door to the garage open of Geordi talking to you.

“Cutie, is that you? I heard you come in, but I didn't hear your car. I passed a farmers market on my way home earlier, I got a deal on your favorite fruit. I went to go grab it from the garage. Where are you? Oh there yo-”

Your trance loosens when you hear a wooden crate fall on the floor, wiping your head around to see your boyfriend quickly trying to get over the fallen boxes. He's rushing to you.

He's going to kill you!!!!!!!

No, he wants to help.

Why?

You ruined him!

Ruined everything!

I love him!!

He loves me!!

He's safe.

He's my safe space.

He not gonna hurt us.

He is safe.

You fall into his arms when he gets close enough, your arms wrap around his squeezing him as you cry into his chest, repeating his name.

“Cutie, cutie? What- what wrong?”

“I thought you were dead. That, someone, broke in, and killed you, and- and I couldn't- I- you were dead.”

“What, babe, what made you think that!? Were you threatened? What happened?”

Geordi tries to look for any sign you were harmed. the movement is sudden, startling you into raising your voice, trying to let out your frustration, trying to shut the voices up.

“I Don't Know! I just - they- I just- nowhere is safe- I can- it hurts! I don't want to hear it anymore- it hurt so much i- I can't stand it- i- please- please help!”

“Okay- okay cutie, why do I do, what do you need?”

“I don't- I don't know-maybe-no I can't -i - but it hurts- he hates it-but it hurts. I-can I? In your head?”

The worry that stained his face started to blend with surprise.

“Yes, yes, go ahead.”

You look into his eyes wanting so hard to just jump into his head, to leave your thoughts behind, but you can't.

Don't.

He'll hate you.

Don't!

He'll hate you!

Don't!!

He'll hate you!!

Don't!!!

He'll hate you!!!

Don't!!!!!

He'll hate you!!!!!

You start to slide down Geordi falls you down, gently holding you, not controlling you just supporting you. You cry harder.

“Ok- ok cutie, I've got you.”

“I just- I don't - I'm so lost- I can't- i- fuck!”

“Shh, it's ok, love- I'm here ok? You don't need to talk. I- you can tell me everything when you- when your calm down and you're ready.”

Geordi gently places his hands on either side of your face, lightly guiding your face to his. You can see how his eyes water and the way his lip quivers.

You did that.

You hurt him.

You try to look away but Geordi prevents that.

“Cutie, don't go there. I don't- I don't know what you thinking but- but don't. Stay here, I've got you. Okay”

You nod as tears sting your cheek hot. Geordi moves his hands, engulfing you in a hug. His arms on your back, moving up and down. You focus on it, the feeling, the sound, focus on Geordi.

He's here.

He's holding us.

He's here.

Here.

Here.

Safe.

Home.

He's home.

He loves us.

Your eyes drift closed, exhausted, you let sleep take over, finally feeling safe enough to be vulnerable.

#angst #redacted angst #redacted asmr #redacted geordi #redacted cutie #geordi x cutie #tw paranoia #tw stalking #tw blo0d #tw intrusive thoughts #tw home invasion #tw implied violence #tw implied child abuse #tw implied homophobia #tw implied trauma #tw implied transphobia #tw breakdown #cw cursing #tw death #tw abandonment #Please read above for more tw info #Knowing is Safe

[teething-possum]

When you found him the first time, you thought it was a fluke. You had heard so much about him, but…

Who would look twice at someone with a sneer like that?

But you did.

You looked twice, and caught his attention, and ohhhh, you should have known. Terri Gibbs said it best after all; “I’d heard about him, but I never dreamed, he’d have blue eyes and blue jeans~”

He was trouble from the moment he walked into your life. He was! But… well… you had never had that much fun in your entire life!

He took you on adventures, took you to strange coffee shops with increasingly weird decor, took you to parks and restaurants and theaters…

You almost always ended up running from the cops. A modern day Bonnie and Clyde, only your crime was public indecency.

Whoops.

But… all good things come to an end. You started fighting. A lot. Suddenly, he was just “a” guy, not “the” guy.

Well. Maybe “the guy that started stalking you after you told him to buzz off”.

You changed your number. You dyed your hair. You moved, and moved again. You slept at your girl friends’ houses and changed where you slept every night. You even called the police, though they didn’t do more than file a paper about it. But enough was enough.

You had to take charge of this.

-

You don’t know why you were at that Denny’s that night. You don’t even like Denny’s— you like Waffle House better— but the point is, he followed you. He stood outside your car until the place closed their lobby for some holiday, but the cook offered you a pocket knife, and the waiter and waitress offered to walk you to your car.

You wish you had taken both.

He wasn’t there when you all walked out at first, so you thought you were in the clear. You waved to the nice restaurant staff as you drew close to your car, unlocking the car with your key fob.

He was there. As soon as you turned to open the door, he was grabbing you, and tightening his hold over your mouth, and whispering in your ear, “you are mi—”

-

Your hand is warm.

And wet.

And there is a noise coming from behind you that you can’t describe.

And then the screaming starts, followed by footsteps pounding on the pavement.

And then all is black.

-

They tell you later that you stabbed him with the pocket knife the cook gave you.

“Self defense” so you weren’t being arrested or anything.

But you still don’t feel safe.

Until one little nurse smiles softly as she tells you he died when the ambulance got there. She was there when it arrived. You feel safe now.

You feel safest around her.

-

It takes years before she convinces you to go to therapy for it. You live in a small two room apartment together with your cats, and the cook from Denny’s always comes over for Christmas. He asks you to go to therapy too.

So you go.

You talk.

The therapist admits you might always think about him.

But she assures you that it doesn’t mean you are weak.

You weren’t worried about that.

You don’t know how to express “I’m scared he’ll always haunt my life” in terms she understands.

You don’t think anyone has the terms for that that anyone will understand fully.

But that’s okay.

You sleep with two cats, your wife when she’s not on a shift in the ER, and a bloody pocket knife under your pillow.

You feel like you’ll be safe some day.

#stalker #stalking #cw stalking #tw stalking #creative writing #this was about not feeling safe in your own skin because of other people #inspired by my teenagehood #:) #possum preaches #personal #blood #stabbing #death #all of that is (mostly) just implied #but just as a warning #tw blood #tw stabbing #tw death

[madness-in-the-flesh]

any 2bdamned/doc headcanons ? :)

-👾

Eyy 👾 anon! Here you go! I need to write for doc more tho. Absolutely adore pee paw 2BDamned, Let him play flappy bird on his tablet.

GENERAL 2BDAMNED HEADCANONS

GENRE - Romantic / Platonic

TRIGGER WARNING - Toxic relationships, Manipulation, stalking, drugging, implied self harm, reader death mentioned

At first glance, You wouldn't suspect a thing. He treats you about as nicely as he would any other person which is why he's both one of the most dangerous and interesting. You really won't see it coming.

He plays a long game of cat and mouse, So much so that by the time he's got you right where he wants you to be: It's too late for you to get out of those claws.

His obsession, like wise, is slow. He doesn't fall easily and most of his time is consumed by work. You'd have to do something extra special to kickstart his interest.

However when you do, He's looking through every file that has even the littlest bit of info on you and compiles it into one large file: For his eyes only. There's pages apon pages of personal info, records and data, photos, videos, literally everything and anything he can get his hands on and trust me, He can get his hands on A LOT

Uses this to his advantage, purposely choosing more favoured conversation topics such as you hobbies and interests. You might walk in on him doing one of your favourite things, Pleasantly surprised. Unaware this is all a plan to get closer to you and possibly even plot things you may enjoy from simple deduction.

Lingering touches last a little too long during check ups, Probably does some uncomfortable things but nothing that can't be brushed off as an accident. Especially when he apologies ( a rarity with him ) and doesn't do it again.... for a while.

If your one of his mercenaries / under his watch, You may find yourself put in the line of fire and hurt more than the average merc. While you just assume your a little more risky, Doc is actually going out of his way to make sure you get hurt. The worse, the better for him as it'll leave you in his care.

Doesn't matter if other people with medical knowledge are on sight and so much better than him, He is the only one who gets to touch you / heal you. He just says it's because your one of the best and can't afford to lose you But then why not put you in more capable hands?. He just cannot stand the idea of someone else doing his job in helping you, feeling like he's entitled to be doing so.

He'll manipulate you into slowly being the one to seek out his company. When the time is right, He'll " pull away " getting busy with work and putting his everything into it in hopes you'll come find him and make sure he's okay. He's essentially doing this in order to figure out if you care about him.

It's a way to reassure that you're warming up to him and starting to care for him. If it is successful he'll be very happy, Seeing as now he's supposedly a while you could just be doing it because what else are you supposed to do? Let him rot? That would be kinda shitty.

Either way, he's slightly more open with you now if you did make sure he was okay, as well as seemingly bonding and hanging around you a lot more. Attempting to build more of a relationship between you and him while demonstrating exactly why he's the perfect partner for you without outright saying it.

All the while you just assume the relationship has developed normally, both with mutual feelings and there isn't a monster under that mask just itching for an excuse to keep you all to himself. He's very possessive, If I haven't made that clear yet.

If his little plan doesn't work for whatever reason, doesn't matter on said reason, He'll be very angry that his methods are not doing as well as he planned and all of it has been a waste. However, this plan was more so an insurance policy before he did do anything drastic. After all, why should he do so when he can work to make the relationship he wants with you organically?

Doc would prefer to make up that relationship with you organically: It won't stop him from going down a less than favourable route however.

From then on, Doc might be a little snappy at you. Just because you apparently don't care about him. You'll also see cameras and feel eyes watching you always. Making you insanely paranoid and struggle with sleep. Inevitably people will pick up on your sudden exhaustion and recommend you go to see the good doctor for something to help!

He's more than happy too. Giving you a little too much however as he's got everything prepared and it's the most opportune moment to kidnap you. Even if they wanted too, It's not that anyone else can stop him. He'll just send Hank and friends after anyone who even thinks they can take you away from him. However even then, they'd have to get past him too, a very skilled strategist, and all his defences. Which only get 10x more care and effort put into them. After all, It's not just about keeping people out. It's about making sure you stay in.

Will probably get you hooked on drugs to without your knowledge. I'm not sure how, maybe he spikes your drink / food but it would only be when he's around. Aka somehow creating the illusion that you only feel this good around him, therefore somehow trying to convince you that he is allowed too.

Sometimes he won't even visit you, locking you in a secluded room for days on end - Not even making contact when you are given food or water ( probably has one of those sliding prison food door things ). He'll leave you and you'll to deal with your withdrawal all by your lonesome. If you hurt yourself - good for him because he'll be right there to patch you up. He isn't phased by even the nastiest of wounds. I mean, He's revived Hank multiple times and now Deimos. No matter what happens, he'll always claim he's seen worse.

He also may kidnap you if, in the relationship he's manipulated you into, You do something he doesn't like. For example, not telling him where you are or who you're with, Or just keeping secrets from him. He can hack into all your accounts and watch your every move. There really isn't anything you can hide from him since he already knows everything about you. Very controlling and needs to know everything so he can plan and act effectively.

I feel like there's also no way of escaping him. Not even death will save you from his clutches because whatever happens: He'll bring you right back to him. Even if it means every part of you that used to be is left to rot in the other place.

Your his and both of you are taking that to the grave. Whether you like it or not.

#👾 anon #yandere madness combat #madness combat #yandere madness combat x reader #madness combat x reader #2bdamned #cw yandere #cw toxic relationship #cw manipulation #cw stalking #cw drugs #cw drugging #cw implied self harm #cw reader death mentioned

[moonfurthetemmie]

I’m Out Of Funky Titles For the Crossover of DS Verses

I couldn’t write a whole lot for the scenarios I had, so I put them all together. 

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“…I suppose that answers one of your questions,” Blue mumbled.

The new Dream’s expression didn’t change much. Blue was starting to learn that he just didn’t emote. It was unnerving, even after him staying with Blue these past few days.

The new Dream, who had taken the nickname ‘Delusion’ for now, was listening intently to the remainder of the JR announcement of the…other Meme Squad. Even the censored blood from the security footage made Blue queasy. He really hoped he didn’t run into them.

“I suppose it does,” Delusion mused. “The three of them…It’s not like them to risk something like that. I suspect they appeared there much the way I appeared in that park, and didn’t see any way to just sneak out.” He tapped his chin. “They wouldn’t have been able to get nearly that far in our multiverse, though…Perhaps this JR has less security.”

“W-well…our Meme Squad aren’t murderers,” Blue said. “They- The guards don’t really have to worry about being killed when they break in. They would’ve been…pretty unprepared.”

Delusion hummed, but said nothing.

Blue handed him the remote. “I’m…I’m going to go lay down. I don’t want to hear any more.” He was only feeling more and more sick the more he watched.

Delusion’s expression softened ever so slightly. “Alright. Would you like me to lower the volume some?”

“That would be...much appreciated,” Blue mumbled. “Thank you.”

Delusion turned his attention to the announcement. Perhaps he should pay this JR a visit sooner than he’d intended…They may need his help tracking down his Meme Squad. He was still worried about Blue, though. He was still awful anxious; what was he afraid of? Perhaps an ex-lover was stalking him? Paranoid that someone was out to get him? Or just nervous to be in Delusion’s presence? Whatever the case, Delusion was sure he could assist, though it would be very difficult to do so if he left.

If the problem was simply shyness, it would be alright to leave him alone, but Delusion wasn’t sure that Blue would tell him the truth. He’d lied about staying with a sister, Delusion had no guarantee he wouldn’t lie about a dangerous stalker or what have you. He was probably afraid to be honest.

Delusion felt bad for him. But he really should go visit his alternate…Maybe he should take Blue with him. When Blue wasn’t feeling so sick, at least.

~~

“We need to figure out where they could be hiding,” Dream said. “They can’t escape to their multiverse to hide-“

“Which only leaves us with the entirety of this multiverse,” one of the monsters at the table said dryly. A small owl monster that had to sit on a stack of books to see over the table. “Shouldn’t take too long.”

Dream sighed. “Yes. Thank you, Peggy.” He turned on the projector and brought up a map of the multiverse.

‘Map’ was a very generous term for the thing; it was impossible to map realms with no physical distance or barriers between them, so it was more a graph of many known universes. Large circles for particularly important ones (such as the AU JR’s headquarters is in, or the universe that is theorized to have been the very first one in the multiverse, and the ‘first’ of several other genres of AUs…), and small circles for minor timelines or universes that had at least something of interest—mainly AUs that the Meme Squad was known to frequent, or hide out in. There were notes denoting whether a universe was particularly positive or negative, and anything else that JR decided was of interest to them.

“Sparrow, what can you tell us about the places the Horror Squad tend to hide in?”

Sparrow, the new Finch, folded his arms and studied the map. “Not much,” he admitted. “So far as we’ve been able to discern, there’s no real pattern. When it was only Pluto, he’d switch between hiding in positive AUs and negative AUs at random intervals. But since he was joined by Slash and Byte, we’ve been finding hideouts a lot less, and there seems to be even less pattern to that when we can find one.”

“I’m willing to bet they’ve got a more permanent place in the middle of nowhere, so they can’t be spotted or tracked,” one of the other humans said. “We’ve suspected the Meme Squad’s got a place like that for a while, now It would be the safest way to hide, and explain why we haven’t found any kind of hideout in years.”

Sparrow slowly nodded. “That would be smart. They can’t do that now, though. They could try to go to the Meme Squad’s house, but given what I’ve heard of them, and the whole destiny bond thing, they may be willing to risk calling for help from JR, and there’s been nothing except a random note about a freeloader.”

“Which still doesn’t make any sense,” Peggy mumbled. “Unless it had some hidden message that was just ‘fuck you’.”

“And I doubt they’d call murderous alternates of themselves ‘a freeloader’,” the human said. “So Horror Squad may go back to Pluto’s old method?”

“That’d be my guess, but I don’t know where they’d start,” Sparrow admitted.

Dream rubbed his chin, and looked over the map. “…Well. It’s a good start. Now…”

~~

Ink was woken from her sleep by a searing pain in her side, and an annoyed voice saying, “If this doesn’t wake you up I’m going to start cutting fingers off.”

She yelled out in pain and jolted away, only to fall on her side, the chair she was sitting on banging against the floor with her.

“Good morning.” The voice said with false cheerfulness. “Christ, you’ve been out for ages. I didn’t hit you that hard.”

Ink’s vision was blurred from pain and sleep, but she recognized that voice. She also recognized the feel of a rough fiber rope binding her arms and legs to the chair.

“Wh…what the hell,” she gasped. “What did you fucking stab me with?”

Her chair was pulled upright, and she was turned to face her alternate. She’d taken off her jacket, revealing a black tank-top, and identical tattoos to the ones Ink had on her arms. She had one hand on her hip, and in the other was holding a rod of metal. One end was glowing bright red. She looked deeply unimpressed.

“I didn’t stab you,” she scoffed, walking off and setting it carefully on a metal table. There were…a lot of things on the table. Things that Ink didn’t like the look of. She twisted her hands in their bindings, to no avail. “I poked you. There’s a big difference. We’ll get to the stabbing with hot metal later.”

“….what the fuck.”

Her alternate picked up a pair of blue rubber gloves, pulling them on as she glanced at Ink. “You’re not particularly interesting. You’re pretty boring, actually.” She picked up one of the things on the table, though Ink couldn’t see what exactly. “But I thought, y’know, if I’m going to be stuck in another multiverse, I want to get some fun out of it.” She picked up a small white square—an alcohol wipe?—next, and wiped off whatever she had in her hand. “I can only get my hands on so many people, though. Especially if some of your JR is on their way.”

She turned around, slowly twirling a razor blade between her fingers. The blade was still damp from the rubbing alcohol.

“I don’t have my Dream here to cover me for this stuff, so I have to take some extra to not be found.”

Her eyes gleamed with a strange light as she stepped towards Ink.

“I’ve taken your phone already, and made sure it can’t be tracked.”

Ink’s breathing quickened.

“This shed used to be part of a park, but it looks like it’s been abandoned for years.”

She tried to push herself away. Fighting against the rope around her hands desperately.

“No one will find you.”

She could only manage a few inches, the way her feet were tied to the chair.

“And no one can hear you.”

Her alternate roughly grabbed the chair and held her in place.

“If you bore me now, I’ll cut your throat and leave you to the crows.”

She could’t remember the last time she’d felt so fucking scared.

“So you better have a decent pain tolerance, and you better scream.”

The razor came down on her skin.

#cw blood #torture mention #implied torture #not sure which is more accurate so do both ig #stalking mention #<- just someone wondering if that's what's going on #If I need to tag for anything else please let me know #I have used up all of my braincells for the day #Horror!DS #H!DS Gouge #H!DS Delusion #H!DS Sparrow #Dreamswap #Moonfur Writing

[glimmeringtwilight]

So like I'm too tired to elaborate on this idea further but I think modern!au Hu Tao would be into ASMR. Like, doing livestreams, making ASMR videos and everything

You go over to her house bc she asks you to model and she just plays with your hair for a few hours on camera.

Every time you visit, you either end up dozing off while letting her run fingers through your hair, or she gives you tea and you don't wake up until well into the night, something fabric tied over your eyes and a sour taste in your mouth. Hu Tao tells you it's just a sleeping mask, she didn't want to disturb you, but she insists on doing it every time.

Once, you woke up with something tied around your wrists.

"You thrash in your sleep," She'd told you with a smile. She seemed almost... hesitant to untie you.

You don't go over to her house as much anymore. She still comes over to yours, sometimes, and you let her. Despite her oddities, she's a good friend. She doesn't do anything weird in your own home like she used to at hers, either. But she does visit often.

Someone once made an offhanded comment that they thought you lived together, with how often Hu Tao visits. It struck you as odd, at the time-- she doesn't visit that often, does she?-- but you see it now. She's always so hesitant to leave, too.

You still let her visit, though. You know she's just like that-- she doesn't know she's coming off a little strong. She's just an affectionate person, and you're her friend, so she likes spending time with you.

It certainly has nothing to do with the broken locks on a few of the windows, the misplaced items when you come back from work. You're just forgetful. Those locks were flimsy anyways.

And there's certainly nothing malicious in her insistence to make you tea to "help you sleep," even when it's still mid-afternoon, and you have things to do.

She's just like that, you think.

#concepts #i had a dream about this and it woke me up at 4am bc i Had to write it down it was Sooo important #hu tao #i kinda don't want to extensively tag this LMAO. so i'm not. going to #i literally can't even explain why this thought gripped me so hard but i can't UNSEE it #edit: just kidding i can so elaborate #cw: drugging #implied but like. yeah #yandere #this was supposed to be two sentences and not even yandere LMAO #yandere hu tao #cw: stalking

[wildjuniperjones]

OC-tober 1: Bat

Day One of @theworldofprompts‘ OC-tober is starting off with a ... bat!

(See all of the OC-tober and Inktober challenges here!)

All the trigger warnings! Abuse, magical headfuckery, stalking, implied r*pe... Yeah, I don’t know where this all came from, but here it is. Have I mentioned that my content is not for minors?

If you’re still with me, let’s have a peek into Anya’s past.

Sere never asked Anya about the baseball bat that stood behind the door to their apartment, and even if she did, Anya wouldn’t really explain.

Because how can you explain the fear, the gut-wrenching paranoia that this would be the night, that fae’d come back with friends this time, that all the screaming and crying would amount to nothing in the face of faer. That anything, anything they could do to put space between themself and faer would be better than any other outcome.

It had started innocently enough, just mutual attraction, flirtation, casual sex, followed by the occasional request by either one of them for a repeat performance. Then somewhere along the way, Anya became occupied by other things, focused on their work or another partner, and fae… fae kept pushing. Fae would show up at Lusti’s offices bearing flowers and that same charming smile that melted the hearts of every receptionist that stood between faer and Anya.

It didn’t take a genius to figure out that faer charming smile had the force of magic behind it, although faer good looks and vibrant personality went a long way as well. Rakish turquoise hair, lime green eyes, tanned skin, and the only trace of faer true ancestry, a whisper thin tail with a tuft at the end. Faer body moved like a cat, sinuous and graceful– and just as prideful. Faer desires were open, obvious, naked in their boldness against the muted backdrop of duplicity and manipulation.

Anya had told faer no, that they were through, that they didn’t want to see faer anymore, but fae kept coming. Once a week, fae’d wait outside their building on the off-chance that someone would buzz faer in, and head straight for Anya’s door. Locks were nothing to something like faer, but fae was nothing if not polite, and would knock three times before letting faerself in. Once inside, Anya’s memory would end, only to begin the next morning– alone, sore, and desperately in need of a shower.

So they took a detour on their way home one night. Thought they’d try out for their job’s softball team, they told the clerk. It was inexpensive, that tiny feeling of control. The warm wood beneath their hands. They loved the way it felt to swing the bat with the raw power of their rage at the batting cages. So what if they never hit a single pitch? That wasn’t the point. Don’t laugh, don’t cry, don’t let anyone know why you’re really here.

The next time fae came around, Anya was ready for faer. Thirty-three ounces of maple upside a fair folk’s head would do the same as it would to any mortal, with the banishing hex burned into the wood adding an extra kick for faer extraplanar side. The heavy crack when it made contact, the way faer crumpled at their feet, only to dissolve into dust and fade away as the hex glowed lime green in the late night gloom… It all served to make sleep come that much more easily. Finally.

But banishing spells don’t last forever, and so the bat stands behind the door, next to the umbrellas and the costume cane, beneath the mail sorter and the mirror where they check their makeup before leaving the apartment. Sometimes, when they think Sere isn’t watching, Anya will touch the pommel of the bat lovingly, with a strained smile.

#tw: violence #tw: stalking #tw: abuse #tw: implied/referenced rape/noncon #tw: memory loss #tw: rape #cw: violence #cw: stalking #cw: abuse #cw: implied rape #cw: rape #oc-tober #oc-tober day 1 #bonds of trust vignette #neopronouns can be a pain to write with but i love them nonetheless

[butchdykekondraki]

Explain dsaf to me, please.

This sounds interesting.

– Verna 🐇

i hope you know youre in for a real treat bunny

tw for implied grooming (nothing sexual just generally since its known dave was a "young man" when he meets henry and henry used it to his advantage canonically), manipulation, stalking, murder, child death, general sexual themes at points (its just mentioned a couple times), medical talk, forced lobotomy and suicidal idealization

do note this is going over like. three games with multiple endings but its whatever

also this is a block of text i just fucking noticed that. im so sorry. im autistic about this series

radical/aubergine/gnarly/bad ending timeline (warning for stalking and everything mentioned above)

>dr henry miller starts fredbears family diner with william afton

>unnamed guy starts freddy fazbears pepperonerie (a play on fredbears family diner) and it INFURIATES henry (and william because henrys angry)

>henry does fucked up experiments on william (lobotomizes him to some degree, takes out his organs, etc etc etc)

>henry manipulates william into killing children because it would "let them live out their happiest days forever"

>henry tells william about his dead son, david, and william imprints on this and renames himself to dave miller (he takes henrys last name after he passes but for now im just going to call him dave miller)

>dave works at ffp and kills children there while henry kills children at ffd

>henry fucking DIES and ffd forecloses, leading dave to work at ffp

>dave meets jack kennedy (the protag and the person you play as) at ffp

>dave negotiates with jack that since hes a "clean slate" he should help him murder five children, jack agrees and they Do That

(small note here; dave becomes obsessed with jack after this and its just a whole ordeal with jack and dave being ?? freaks and in love ?? normal behavior/sar)

>phoney (named steven as a person but the phone guys are a Whole 'Nother Thing that i CANNOT GET INTO RIGHT NOW) becomes suspicious and dave and jack frame him

>dave and jack scurry off to vegas

>rinse and repeat this cycle in dsaf2

>in dsaf 3 dave is found rotting away in a building (in a springlock rabbt suit and now he goes by davetrap btw) by jack and goes on a monologue of how he "knew he wouldnt leave him alone" and jack takes him back to his new restaurant that jack now owns (im just. gonna call it uncle jacks family diner because its funny to think he named it after fredbears)

>davetrap and jack kill children, phoney (harry) flips and im pretty sure they kill him? i cant remember

>davetrap springlocks jack to give him "immortality" and they go to vegas

>davetrap goes on a brief rant about how he realized he was never happy because jack never knew who he "really was" and confesses to being william afton

>davetrap takes jack to his "fazbunker" (note this is just the same place as we see in fnaf sister location) and shows him a chest containing a red scarf

>jack has a realization that this is his dead sister dee's scarf and comes to the correct conclusion that dave/william killed his younger sister and framed him back during the ffd days

>henrys ghost "controls" jacks mind kind of ?? and jack kills dave

(note there is a tiny little voice clip of dave telling jack he loves him as he dies i just think its very interesting that the last thing dave chose to do was tell him he loved him . agony and peril)

(also i didnt know where to put this but in dsaf 2 theres a scene where jack wakes up to dave standing at the foot of his bed and they prankcall phoney (peter) together. jack tells dave to shower and dave says it is "not the first time he has been in his house"

(also also dave has a long rambling file in dsaf 2 on the computer which includes the words "old sport", a nickname he gave jack, 5000 times)

good end/saved end (warning for stalking, manipulation, and mild suicidal idealization)

>everything is the same as before but this time you decline everytime dave asks you to kill kids

(fun fact you can see daves diary in dsaf 2 and his diary entry after the day you reject him is nothing but nonsense ramblings about how he is going to kill jack and how he cant believe he would "betray him like this")

>jack finds davetrap rotting and declines taking him back to uncle jacks family diner and davetrap sobs and cries and yells about how he shouldve known he would do this to him and begins begging jack not to leave him alone

>davetrap then stalks jack home

(fun fact you can look at davetrap and jack will say "he followed me home again" implying that this isnt the first time hes noticed dave or davetrap doing this so. what the fuck. i dont know if he just did nothing about this or if he said something and dave continued but either way What The Fuck ???)

>jack goes into "the flipside" and sees dave just kind of. chilling. jack is reasonably caught off guard and they have a neat little meet-cute where dave explains the flipside is where souls come to chill because of course theres a fucking place for that god damnit

(note you can get small dave commentaries by interacting with objects like posters or things on the wall or pizzas in the kitchen and i just think its cute)

>dave makes a portal because of fucking course thats a thing you can do in the flipside i hate the flipside why can he fucking DO THAT and fuck off to the second floor

>jack and dave find dees ghost here and it revealed shes the puppet

>dee engages jack and dave in battle because she doesnt believe dave is "truly sorry" and thinks jack is making some sick joke at her expense

(note if you fail to escape from this battle dee says that you cant run from your problems forever)

>if you succeed in escaping the battle, jack explains to dave that this is his sister and dave has A Moment where he explains how henry told him he was helping the kids by killing them (its also implied that dave was groomed by henry since he states he was a "young man" when they officially met and started working together)

>dee decides hes just kind of. pathetic honestly. and decides she can live with this if it means she can save the dead ghosts

>jack fucks off back to the reality and does reality shenanigans like running his business

>he comes back and they go into a portal to the second floor

>on the third floor we meet steven whos been just kind of. there. the entire time. and he INSTANTLY assumes theyre there to kill him and makes them battle foxy robotss until they find him huddled in a corner

>he instantly starts rambling about how he cant be saved and how thhey should just leave him (its implied that by this he means hes going to?? die if they leave him?? as if he isnt already dead??) because he was a terrible person to jack, peter, and dave

>jack says thats in the past or whatever and he joins their team

>dave makes another portal and this time steven goes nuts and is fucking furious about hating the flipside (me too man. me fucking too)

>jack fucks off to go do business stuff again. the health inspector is here. hes french. you can bribe him. either way you dont get shut down unless you do a REALLY bad job so. eh.

>jack comes back to the flipside and they scurry around until they find peter (jack and dee remark about how "this is peters house" (i forgot to mention the floors are all designed around memories and this one is based off peters house that jack lived in after he was killed))

>they find peter and he remarks about how hes just a trap and everyone is confused

>JACKS FUCKING SOUL APPEARS. THATS RIGHT BABY. HE WAS SOULLESS THATS WHY HE DIDNT DIE. AND ITS IN THE FORM OF HIS DEAD DOG SPARKY. also he speaks in a cesaer cipher and dave asks him to get rid of his "accent"

>jack and blackjack (thats his souls name. haha. very funny. because hes a shadow. very funny. haha. i hate it here) talk and ouugh ouugh it pains me it hurts me its peril and agony and i love it augh. that isnt really related but it DESTROYS ME

>they fight henry (during this henry doesnt hit anyone, instead choosing to use his words which i think is interesting)

>they fucking win yippee yahoo

>everyone leaves except for dave and jack. they talk. dave cries because jack tells him he cant go with them since hes soulless. dave says he "wont leave without him" and that he cant lose henry AND him. jack gives dave blackjacks collar and says that blackjack wont leave him. anyway yeah jack literally gave dave his soul. bawling my eyes out i hate these two so so much (affectionate)>jack burns down his diner with him and every freddys animatronic inside and the plot of land is turned into a gravesite for william/dave, jack, dee, peter, and steven

AND THATS THE ENTIRE TWO PLOTS OF DAYSHIFT AT FREDDYS. JESUS FUCKING CHRSIT THIS TOOK ME AN ENTIRE HOUR TO WRITE DOWN HOLY SHIT

#IM GOING. TO EXPLODE. #[ren] #cw implied grooming #cw suicidal idealization #cw manipulation #cw stalking #cw murder #cw child death #cw medical talk

[studyingfornclex]

The Romanticization and Normalization of Abuse and Sexism in LGBTQIA+ Stories

The popularization of stories with LGBTQIA+ main characters is in no way a bad thing. Diversity is important, and the more stories like that, the better. But when the story becomes sexist, or when a story starts to normalize abuse, it becomes an issue.

In the popular manhwa Killing Stalking, The main character was drafted into the military, and was incredibly unlucky as to where he had been placed. He fell in love with one of his comrades when he helped him. After both of them got done with their service, the main character stalked his former comrade, and then the main character breaks into his house, and then gets trapped there. After that, the main character suffers horrifying abuse by the other character. The fanbase does not view this as the psychological horror that it is, though. They view it as a romance.

Visit any fan page for this manhwa and you’ll see the people wishing for the “romance” that they have, and saying that they’re so cute together. I was researching this book, and I came across a threat on Pinterest of ten year olds saying they loved their relationship and thought it was adorable. Mind you, this was the same “relationship” where the main character was hung from the ceiling and trapped inside the house and forced to eat from a dog bowl. 

In a similar case, the popular manhwa Jinx has a similar relationship. There is an extreme power imbalance between the two characters, and the fanbase considers it adorable and says that the “love interest” (who brutally assaults the main character on many different occasions) is improving (no, he is not) and that their relationship is so adorable. This romanticization of abuse is not uncommon, and you will find many popular tropes that follow this, like a mafia boss kidnapping the main character (in fact, this was so popular in the 2010s that people now make jokes about it being the only trope on a website that independent writers can publish their stories on. This also leads to people avoiding the website like the plague, and writers who just want to share their work getting a bad reputation for it. 

This romantiziation of abuse also affects real life, too. The writers on the above website are not the only example of this. When people in fiction are idolized by ten year olds for the abusive relationships they have, they won’t realize that it isn’t normal, and that it’s horrible to have a relationship like that. This will lead to a generation of children who will believe that what they read was good and normal, and that they should want a relationship like that. The other side is that the children will read it and see people who will want that type of relationship, and model themself after the abuser. This, in total, leads to a generation of children idolizing the wrong relationship. 

In these novels, there are not many female characters. In the Jinx manhwa, there is a total of two women. TWO women in this piece of media with over 40 chapters at the time of writing this. This is an incredibly popular manhwa, and there is only two women in it. If a book series only had women in it, and had a lesbian couple, they would somehow turn it into male centered. A popular movie, which was about a town of all women, had an unfair amount of speaking lines given to men. Only 41% of all speaking lines were given to women, in a movie about all women. 

In conclusion, the romanticization of abuse and the sexism in LGBTQIA+ novels is a real issue, that affects everyone, whether that be new authors trying to post their work on a respected website, or ten-year-olds who clicked on a link their friend sent, that would have consequences on all their future relationships. 

#essay #wrote this while procrastinating #yaoi #yaoi manhwa #yaoi bl #yaoi manga #For the record obviously not every story is like this #sexism #jinx #killing stalking #cw sa implied #cw sexism #social justice #sorta

[myosotis-and-gracidea]

What was even in the box? It seems like it really freaked you both out

The part that is freaking us out is the fact that she has found our address at all, considering she is the reason Guppy has to live with me right now.

~Tammy

She sent me an Origin pendent

I already made me beliefs extremely clear, I'm pretty sure

--Guppy

The part that upsets me the most is most people would consider it a well made gift, but Guppy specifically, well...

~Tammy (Sorry we both took turns with this answer)

#hex maniac tammy #bug catcher guppy #pkmn irl #mid stakes pokereality #cw stalking #cw implied religious abuse #breaking mother's heart arc

[mirx-starz]

Angel of death

Julian

I got home from school and at first thought I was the only one home but I was proven wrong when I heard the bath going. I walked to the bathroom door and knocked.

"Sara, you in there?" I called.

I got no response so I called out again from the other side of the door.

"Sara?" Again I got no answer and was starting to get worried. I pushed my thoughts away and just as I was about to walk away I saw water seeping from under the door.

Concerned I started banging on the door calling out my sister's name just to get no response each time. Growing more concerned by the second I tried to open the door only to find it locked. I kept pushing on the door trying to get it to budge but it wouldn't work so I ran downstairs to the garage into my dad's workspace to find a hammer. Once I found the hammer I rushed back into the house and upstairs by the time I got there, there was a huge puddle of water in the hallway.

I got to the door and hit the handle as hard as I could over and over till it broke off. Once it finally did I rushed inside only to freeze when I caught sight of Sara in the bathtub overflowing with water and a mix of blood. I rushed over to her, feeling for a pulse, and by the time I found it, it was already very faint, so I quickly pulled out my phone and called an ambulance.

After I called them I looked around trying to find what Sara did and when I did I found a deep vertical cut on each of her wrists. I brought a hand up to cover my mouth as a choked sob escaped it and pulled Sara closer to me sobbing.

"Sara?" I called out.

"Sara, can you hear me?" I managed to choke out a few seconds later but as expected I still didn't get a response so I checked her pulse once more only to find that she didn't have one. At this point I started breaking down my cries echoing throughout the house and by that time I could hear the faint sound of sirens but it was too late Sara was gone and there was nothing I could do about it.

I grabbed my phone for the second time in the past 30 minutes to call my dad and tell him what has happened. After the phone rang a few times he finally answered.

"Dad?" I managed to get out as my voice cracked at the end.

"Julian?" I heard him say. I didn't respond though cause I knew if I tried my voice would be all high-pitched and wobbly.

"Julian, buddy talk to me." He said getting more impatient.

"Dad it's Sara-" I got out before my voice cracked again for the second time, cutting me off.

"What's wrong with Sara,Julian?" I went to open my mouth to respond but nothing would come out, my voice was just stuck in my throat.

After a minute or so I felt that I could finally talk.

"Dad she's gone," I said and I went on to explain what had happened from when I got home to the time I called him.

It was silent for a few minutes before he finally said something "Did she-?" He stared before cutting himself off for a minute before continuing

"Did she leave a note or something?" He asked and I could tell from the tone of his voice and how shaky it sounded coming out that he was on the verge of tears.

"I haven't checked yet, can you get off work now please?" I pleaded.

"The paramedics are here and they need to talk to you, Dad." I continued there was a long pause before I heard the sound of clothes rustling.

"I'm on my way, can you look around and see if there's a note or anything that could give a reason as to why she did?" Dad insisted. "Yes Dad I'll see you when you get here" I mumbled into the phone. " I love you, buddy." I heard Dad say before the line went silent. "Love you too Dad" I shakily murmured.

After I put my phone down I went back upstairs and walked towards Sara's room and opened the door. I took in a sharp breath as I entered and walked around. I started by looking on her desk and in the drawers on her desk only to find nothing so I went to her nightstand and looked in the drawers and when I got to the bottom drawer I found some envelopes addressed to different people as I flipped through them I finally found one that had my name on it.

Taking in a sharp breath I walked over to her bed and sat down sitting the other envelopes next to me. With my hands shaking I took the envelope addressed to me and opened it.

'Hey Julian, if you're reading this then Im probably already gone. Now don't cry. I hate it when you cry so please don't cry, you may be asking what drove me to do it, and to be truthful it was Mom. Mom and I were so close until she up and left, leaving us behind for her new family and starting over without us. I just couldn't handle it, yea I love you and Dad but my bond with Mom was something else. Mom taught me everything I needed to know, but when she left things got harder and harder, I ate less, slept less, smiled less, didn't talk as much, and then the bullying started and it got to be too much and I just couldn't handle it. I'm sorry Julian but I love you and you might have noticed that there was also a letter to Mom in the stack if you could, please give it to her. I love you- sincerely Sara

By the time I got done reading the letter, I was in tears and was shaking worse than before. I looked through the stack of envelopes again but this time I read the names of them. There was one for people like Olivia, Oliver, Dad, Mom, and even Lillian.

Olivia was Sara's best friend and I know Sara was in love with her, you could see it with how she looked at her and talked about her, and when they talked she would have the biggest smile on her face. While continuing to think about how she was in love with Olivia I started sobbing more thinking about how she would never be able to tell Olivia or confess.

Oliver and Sara were close friends, almost as close friends as Olivia and Sara. They lived to get into trouble and do stupid stuff because they found it fun. They said they loved the adrenaline rush they got while doing the stuff. But now that Sara's gone would he continue to do the stuff and stay carefree or would he become closed off?

Lillian was like a little sister to Sara and me. She was there for Sara when no one else was and would fight someone over her even though she would get hurt and in trouble in the process. She went everywhere Sara went, did everything she did, and more. The two were inseparable.

My train of thought got cut off when I heard the sound of a car pulling in. I jumped up and ran as quickly as I could, almost slipping in the process of wanting to get to Dad. The ambulance was still there as it had only been 15 minutes since I called Dad. As I flung the door open I rushed towards Dad and hugged him as hard as I could breaking down in his arms. I could hear the faint sound of his cries as he hugged back.

After we let go Dad had to go talk to the police and paramedics. At this point I had realized that my clothes were still soaked in water and blood from holding Sara in my arms so I headed back inside into my room to dry off and change. I changed into a pair of sweatpants and a plain T-shirt and just as I had got done I heard a knock on my door.

When I opened it there was Dad.

" Hey buddy." Dad murmured I could tell he had been crying a lot like I have cause his eyes were bloodshot and he looked tired.

"Hey Dad." I said just above a whisper.

" Did you find a note or anything?" He asked.

"Yea, here" I mumbled, handing him the letter with shaky hands before continuing to talk.

"There were others for Oliver, Olivia, and Lillian and there was also one for mom" I explained to him.

He nodded shakily, taking the letter from my hands.

" ok I'll make sure to get your mom's letter to her, can you give the others they're letters?" He had asked me.

" Yea, Dad." I told him.

"Ok thank you, buddy, you should get some rest now goodnight". He inquired.

"Ok goodnight Dad," I said before he walked off and I closed my door before turning the lights off and going over to my bed curling up into a ball and crying some more before I fell into a restless sleep wishing this was all a dream.

I’m new to writing but yea😓

#horror #tw sui implied #depressing shit #killing #tw stalking #fiction #game #thriller #mystery #lbgtq #hallucinations #tw murder #cw: gore #bxb #gxg #secret #death mention tw #notes #kinda sad