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redroom-rainbowguts · 11 months

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Uh oh, never break into the house of someone who's been watching you just as much~

Milo (the one breaking in) belongs to @solarchaotica

Doodle free version

#This was a blast to draw #My art can look a little weird. as a treat #leech ocs #others ocs #leech art #leech.grey #sol.milo #2023 #I was literally 2 seconds from posting when Sol posted more Milo art and I realized I forgot a detail 🤡#fortunately a super easy fix :v

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redroom-rainbowguts · 3 months

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Freak Behavior (now tumblr friendly)

#sorry guys tungl said no t dick :(#leech ocs #leech art #leech.grey #2024

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redroom-rainbowguts · 1 year

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Diversity win, your kidnapper was a theater kid!

#might as well post this old thing too lol #drew it February of last year #leech ocs #leech art #leech comic #leech.grey

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redroom-rainbowguts · 1 year

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"Did you just... moan?"

#day ??? of letting myself make shitty art #leech ocs #leech art #leech.grey #2023

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redroom-rainbowguts · 10 months

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POV: your kidnapper disappeared for 3 days and comes back smelling of sweat and blood. Wyd?

#@ ykw yes I stole your description it was perfect #male yandere #yandere boy #bastard oc #leech ocs #leech art #leech.grey #2023

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redroom-rainbowguts · 1 year

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Hazy Afternoon

Word count: 505

Tw: medical abuse, drugging

Looking around is like trying to look through a fogged up window. The world is a blurry haze, but you can still make out the familiar messy, curly hair in front of you. There's an odd sound, you realize suddenly, and it's only after a long, sloooow blink that you realize it's Grey's voice. He must be gushing over you again.

He never seems to shut up about how much he loves you and your voice and interests and fashion sense and how he adores every little thing about you. Even the way you just... sit there, strapped down like a feral animal that would lash out the first chance it got.

(For once he's not wrong. Grey isn't particularly muscular, you could probably take him. What you'd give for the chance to try...)

He's literally crazy about you, and god it shows. He brings you anything you ask for, endlessly patient about your demands, and they're always delivered with that same ridiculously bashful grin. As if he's a hand wringing middle schooler talking to their first crush and not the bastard holding you hostage.

If it weren't for times like now, it would be hard to hate just how much he waits on you hand and foot. Hard. Not impossible.

But now, with.... something... running through your veins, that's one of the only thoughts that still manages to crawl through the mush that is your brain. You hate him. Right?

Every little thing seems to send your thoughts scattering. He plants a kiss on your forehead. You hate him!

It's... it's getting harder to remember why.

There's a weird feeling. A.... pressure? on your head. What.... oh. He's petting you. Running his fingers over your scalp and through your hair. He sounds closer now, right in your ear. His breath burns against your skin.

Something cold blooms from the crook of your arm, snaking its way through your veins and....

Ugh. A fresh wave of fog descends over your mind. Did he up the dose? Your vision is flashing a bit. The corners are darkening. Where...?

There's a gloved hand stroking your face. How long has it been there? A glacial blink later it's hovering over you, dripping.

Dripping?

What is he holding?

".............heart........ "

What did he say?

You're sick of being unable to process what's going on. Your brain

(He's peppering your face with kisses you can't quite feel.)

stutters like a broken engine, struggling

to hold on to the few bits and

".......comfortable?"

(You're being adjusted, the needle in your arm stings at even the slightest movement.)

pieces of lucidity that manage

to slip through the cracks.

You're aware of just enough to know

that for once,

(He's moving methodically. In your addled state it looks almost like a video edited by an overzealous wannabe influencer- filled with too many sudden cuts, and some portions speeding up while others are in slow motion. What is he holding? His hands are still dripping.

Dripping.

Dripping.)

it's a good thing he's keeping you drugged.

#medical crimes? they're more likely than you think!#like to put him in a jar reblog to shake it #he just loves you so so much and this is the only way you let him get close :(((#leech writes #leech ocs #leech.grey #2023

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redroom-rainbowguts · 1 year

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Movie night! 🍿

Avery (far right) belongs to @solarchaotica

Lights on version and bonus image under the cut

And then I'm also sharing the concept sketch because it makes me laugh

No thoughts only ":V" Avery

#I was gonna do something more torture-y with Avery and White interacting but as you can see #every attempt has turned out more chill and buddy buddy lol #Idk if they'd actually *like* each other but there'd be a chill mutual understanding #murderbabe #murder oc #leech art #leech ocs #others ocs #leech.grey #leech.idas #sol.avery #2023

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redroom-rainbowguts · 4 months

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☣︎ Toxic Love ☣︎

#digital art #oc art #yandere boy #male yandere #yandere #leech ocs #leech art #leech.grey #goretober 2023 #2023

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redroom-rainbowguts · 2 years

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Experimenting with screen tones ft. Grey and @carnivorekitty 's Jacob

#lmao get stalked idiot #I like to imagine Jacob gave himself away .003 seconds after this because he left the flash on #he's such a creep I love him #murderbabe #male yandere #leech ocs #others ocs #grey #leech art #2022 #leech.grey #carnivore.jacob

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redroom-rainbowguts · 1 year

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Watch.

Word Count: 891

Tw: noncon surgery, drugging (mild)

"No." A nitrile gloved hand (did he seriously custom order hot pink gloves or do they actually make them in that color?) grabs your face. Grey's scalpel had been mere inches away from your chest when a combination of nausea and fear forced your neck in the opposite direction, but the press of his blade never came.

You looked at him, eyes desperately searching his body language for a hint at what you did wrong this time. You tried to please him. You did! Everything was easier when he thought you were happy. Happy being with him. Still, no matter how well you played along with his little game, there came times when his easy going temperament felt more like a distant dream than reality.

But he stood still. A heavy lidded statue. Was he hoping you'd somehow figure out the final piece to another one of his impossible puzzles? His stone hand pressed in your cheeks, but you didn't dare pull away. You'd learned better. The rock around his face crumbled, allowing hoarse words to break free.

"I want you to watch. This isn't something I'm doing to you," with each word more of that stone mask fell away. He was growing too animated, leaving no time for relief that he was solving the puzzle for you. "This is something I'm doing for us. I've bared my soul completely to you, but you've been-" he froze, once again overtaken by a prison of stone, save for his eyes which fell up and to the right.

Over time you'd come to affectionately regard this as his "buffering gaze." Glassy eyed yet angry, as though he were shrinking within himself to personally force the sharp metal gears of his brain to work harder. It was almost laughable the way he walked on eggshells when he spoke about the abuse he was putting you through. Maybe those eggshells were for preserving his own delusions.

"-stubborn. And if you won't work with me, then it's up to someone who cares deeply for you to help speed up that process."

It took every ounce of your remaining willpower to bite your tongue; a lecture about the literal versus metaphorical implication of "opening yourself up" to someone would fall on deaf ears, even in the best of circumstances. There was no reasoning with Grey, not when he was so stuck in his own mind. Whatever he wanted to do to you, there was no doubt it'd be unfathomably worse if you tried to reject his advances.

His hand at last fell away- slowly, almost painfully so. That damned scalpel crept forward again, and along with it your nausea.

"Please," you managed to say. You sounded so weak, so pitiful. As sick as the notion made you, there was a hint of relief that it only made you sound more convincing. He paused, stare burning in the way a parent's does before doling out a punishment.

"I-I don't feel well. If you make me watch I'm going to be sick." Grey's gaze melted. A sharp CLANG as the scalpel clattered to the metal bedside tray made you jolt.

"I'm sorry sweetheart, I never meant to upset you like this," his tone was so soft, so wrong. He planted a kiss on your forehead, mentally noting that you'd broken into a cold sweat. It felt like he saw you more as a complicated list of symptoms, a problem to be solved, than an actual person.

"Here, this should help, okay?" He dribbled something into the IV that had been attached to your arm since day 1. A wave of panic drained into your veins. What was that!?

"Wh-what was that?"

"Shh, it's just an anti-emetic. Nothing dangerous, I promise. Remember, I'm not here to hurt you, love." His saccharine lies were quickly replacing your fear with rage.

"Thank you." The gratitude wasn't for show, you were genuinely feeling better, but that meant it was becoming increasingly difficult to maintain the facade of someone weak and in need of care. You could hear it in your own voice, and it was clear he could too. Shit.

"Now, where were we?" He ensured there was no more time for excuses; the scalpel seemed to leap directly from the tray into your flesh. Grey didn't truly care about your well-being, nothing could convince you of that anymore. Not his words, not the way he listened to you complain, not the way he doted on you hand and foot, not the way he always made your favorite foods, not the way he bought you anything he could feasibly afford, and not even the way he never hesitated to do literally anything in his power to brighten your day.

As he dug into your chest (what the hell kind of painkiller did he use that you can still move and think without feeling his touch?), plucking tendons and caressing bones while his cheeks warmed to match his now red spattered gloves, you knew that this disgusting creature was the real man who had kidnapped you.

"You're so beautiful, love." He muttered to the chasm he'd created. You could distantly feel the pressure of his hand on your heart, lingering, savouring the nervous thump tha-thump tha-thump. No, he didn't care about anything at all but breaking you down one. blood cell. at. a time.

#btw I looked it up they do make gloves in pink :)#This was incredibly fun to write #look at my creepy bastard of a son. look at him!#yandere fic #male yandere #short fiction #leech ocs #grey #leech writes #2023 #leech.grey

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redroom-rainbowguts · 1 year

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