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gremlingottoosilly · 7 months

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fellow organism hello [A wheel of cheese has been added to your inventory.] friend. what do u think of the idea of manipulative(ish) reader and a yandere konig? Like- civvie reader is full on well-aware they've got a very capable murderer (with lots of money) in love with them so they'd just take full advantage of that. "oh my goodddddd i hate this coworker so muchhh" - konig took care of it first thing "[sigh] [just stares at something at the store longingly before walking away]" - and before you know it, bam! that plush or jewelry or whatever you were staring is on your bed also also ...what are konig's thoughts on a not-so-innocent reader who's just desensitized with everything? like the violent gory shit- and reader is just like "...i'm really too tired for this, i can't be arsed to care" and walks away instead of the reaction of screaming their head off like he'd expect them to?

Konig and his own little-miss-psychological-terror. He would obey almost every of your whim unless it makes him feel jealous or if you're actively trying to get him to let you go to do something on your own. More under the cut!

Konig would love to kill for you - he would also love to kill for you and make you see how he is doing it. Our man has a passion for blood and a passion for you - so if you're not just alright with a person dying in front of you, but would also actively want it...Konig turns those hunts into bloody tributes to you, his perfect, adorable, precious death goddess that would pout if blood gets on her shiny new shoes, so she would have to ask her hubby for a new ones( He isn't born wealthy or has an enormous amount of wealth, but he has accumulated almost all of his, pretty extensive, salary over the years in service + he still has his army payments, so he is fine with spending it all on you. Some expensive lip oil that you saw on social media and immediately wanted to buy, but it's like 50 euros? He already bought it. New shoes, new dress, some jewelry that you really liked? Check under your pillow! Konig isn't really okay with going out in all of those expensive stores - he feels pretty much out of place, especially in makeup or lingerie departments, so the trips with him are usually short and very purposeful. You get in, you buy the whole stand, and you get out before the shopping assistants at Sephora start to annoy him out too much. Because of this, he would encourage online shopping - come on, Liebe, you can get everything from your silly little stores online! And he won't have to contemplate killing a dude in Victoria Secret because he was staring at you for 0.5 seconds! The second part.......reader who is just kinda...over it. Whether it's trauma (I look at my war experience eheh......) or just how she is, Konig is a bit worried at first. Are you sure you aren't scared?? Are you really alright? Do you want his therapist's number?? He would learn to enjoy your calmness about this stuff eventually, you don't cry or freak out when he is taking out the guy who hit on you, but he is still determined to make you rest so good and take off you, so your emotions would come back. He doesn't want his darling to be tired(

#konig x reader #cod #yandere konig #konig

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fangirleaconmigo · 2 years

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Ok let's play a game called:

I Can't Believe It's Not Fanon.

Otherwise known as...

Witcher facts that sound like Geraskier fic writers made them up, but that are, in fact, book canon.

PART ONE:

We've all read the fics where bad guys kidnap Jaskier in order to get to get to Geralt. These bad guys always regret it when Geralt slaughters every single one of them.

Well, good news! In Season of Storms, starting on page 310, this very thing happens.

(TW: Violence and gore)

Geralt is attending a royal wedding and once again, powerful people are trying to get him to do something he doesn't want to do. He enters a room to find:

Dandelion was as white as a sheet and clearly terrified...He was sitting on a chair with a high backrest. Behind the chair stood a skinny character with hair combed and plaited into a queue. The character was holding a misericorde with a long, narrow, four-sided blade. The blade was pressed against the poet's neck, below his jaw, slanting upwards.

"No funny business," warned Ropp. No funny business witcher. One false move, even one twitch, and Mr Samsa will stick the minstrel like a hog. He won't hesitate."

So, these particular assholes have accurately surmised that Geralt's weakness is Dandelion. There were any number of people they could have kidnapped, but they chose the poet. Of course, they underestimate Geralt, like so many people do.

Geralt tries to warn them that this is a very very bad move.

"You're making a mistake, Ropp."

They don't listen to him. They keep going, making increasingly florid violent threats to Dandelion's safety.

"Now," said the captain..."Now you will confirm that you've understood the task and will execute it. Should you not, before I count to ten under my breath, Mr Samsa will rupture the minstrel's right eardrum...if the desired result does not ensure, Mr Samsa stabs the other ear. And will then gouge out the poet's eye. And so on, to the bitter end, which is a jab to the brain. I'm starting to count, witcher."

What does Dandelion do? Well, he's terrified but he tries to be brave.

"Don't listen to him Geralt!" Dandelion somehow managed to make a sound from his constricted throat. "They won't dare to touch me! I'm famous!"

This is hilarious and very, very Dandelion. But also, it's not entirely unreasonable. Dandelion's fame often protects him, and sometimes it protects Geralt too. However, it doesn’t seem to be doing either at the moment.

Geralt says to Mister Samsa:

"First, move that dagger away from the poet's ear."

Mister Samsa seems to think that they have succeeded and Geralt is negotiating with him, so he complies. (this guy makes one bad decision after another)

"Ha," snorted Mister Samsa, lifting the misericorde high over his head. "Is that better?"

Geralt simply answers:

"Better."

Then without another word, Geralt kills them all, violent and bloody. It is a descriptive, vividly gory passage. He slices carotid arteries and groins. One man's neck spews blood onto the chandelier and ceiling. But I find what Geralt does to Mister Samsa to be particularly significant and satisfying.

The Witcher jerked the sword from the scabbard before Ropp fell, and with one fluid movement coming out of a short spin, hacked off Samsa's raised hand. Samsa yelled and dropped to his knees.

So Geralt’s actions say...you use your hand to hold a blade to *my* poet's neck, and I will chop that motherfucker off. Let's see you do that again without a hand, you piece of shit.

It's a gory passage. I'll skip to the end. The royal instigator comes into the room to investigate and asks Geralt about the one man he has left (sort of, temporarily) alive.

The instigator examined the captain, who was lying, stretched out in a pool of urine, salivating copiously, and trembling incessantly.

"What's wrong with him?"

"Shards of nasal bones in the brain. And probably several splinters in his eyeballs."

"You struck him too hard."

"That was my intention," said Geralt, wiping the sword blade with a napkin taken from the table. "Dandelion, how are you? Everything in order? Can you stand?"

I find that pretty hot. Geralt has corpses and blood all around him, and he's being asked questions by the authorities. They could arrest him. They could lock him up. They could execute him. Geralt does not give a single solitary fuck. He is going, you're goddamn right I did that. He is casually wiping his sword blade with a napkin and asking Dandelion if he's alright. He has accomplished the important thing (saving Dandelion) and doesn't care about anything else.

Dandelion is freed and vomiting all over the floor. (Poor guy. He doesn't have a stomach for violence and gore. Joey portrays this well in the show.) He answers, babbling:

..."For fuck's sake, I've never been so afraid. I felt like the insides were falling out my arse. And that everything would drop out of me, teeth included.

God I love that part. Hilarious and very relatable. I'm sure if someone kidnapped me and put a knife to my throat, I would feel the same. (Dandelion is always the human/the reader stand in.) But the next part is so sweet.

But when I saw you I knew you'd save me. I mean, I didn't. But I was counting strongly on it. How much sodding blood there is! How it stinks in here! I think I'm going to puke again."

He knew Geralt would save him. When he saw him, he knew. *sob*

Then, Dandelion's cousin (the royal instigator is Dandelion's cousin) says he is going to take Geralt to the king to resolve this, and for Julian (Dandelion) to stay there. (People who knew Jaskier as a kid call him Julian.) Dandelion refuses.

"Fuck that. I'm not staying here for a moment. I prefer sticking close to Geralt."

I don't blame you, buddy. Who else is going to slaughter a bunch of people for you?

--fin---

Ok, I have a lot more of these fic sounding witcher facts, like:

A shape shifter reads Geralt's mind, then turns into Jaskier because he knows that’s the best way to protect himself.

Geralt and Jaskier share beds.

Geralt and Jaskier share clothes.

Geralt travels with Jaskier for years but has no idea that he is a viscount. When he does find out, it is in public, from a third party, and yes it is hilarious. (Bonus. Ciri finds out this way as well)

Geralt may play it cool to his face, but he thinks Jaskier has a gorgeous voice.

Jaskier has a voice so beautiful, it can calm a monster.

Geralt drops everything to protect Jaskier, every time, even in the middle of battles when there are other people around to protect.

Geralt can smell lust

They also share a kiss in a few of the translations, but not all. It's a very "y yo también" situation.

If people like this post, I can make it a series, pulling book passages for each of the others. Let me know!

#the witcher #geraskier #geralt of rivia #jaskier #gerlion #the witcher books #canon or fanon #i can’t believe it’s not fanon

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mindingmybidness12 · 1 year

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Fatality [Wednesday x GN! Reader]

Summary: Violence is forever and so is the ass whooping Wednesday dishes out. She asserts her dominance (Ayo?)

Warnings: Vague-ish Descriptions of Violence

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If you didn't know any better you would've thought you'd owed Wednesday money the way she was beating your ass, because MY GOD.

There was zero wasted movement. Every action she took was for the sole purpose of causing maximum pain and suffering. She gave no mercy. No quarter. Absolutely no remorse. You'd foolishly thought that because you were dating that it would spare you from her wrath. You were obviously wrong. You started to let your concern show.

"Woah... trying a little hard there sweetheart... your not mad are you?"

"Mad? No. Disappointed that you're not putting up a better fight? Yes."

That's the best you would get out of her at the moment. You'd have to be satisfied with that bland, emotionless answer because she was more caught up with beating the literal dog shit out of you. She continued to give you the fucking business and you couldn't do a damn thing about it. Every time you tried to get up and fight back, you were met with further assault and battery. It got to the point where she was just picking up random items she found lying around and proceeded to beat you over the head with them.

"Damn Wednesday, give me a break."

"No."

"You have to let me get up."

"No."

"Can I breathe?"

"No."

"You have me trapped in a corner! That's not fair."

"Fight back then. Waste my time and I waste you."

Before you could even answer back with anything Wednesday decided to wrap things up by giving you a seven piece combo that literal brought you to your knees. You could see that all but a little life had escaped your beaten, broken body. She was gonna do it. She was gonna kill you.

"FINISH HIM!!"

The roaring command came from the monitor and Wednesday wasted no time doing just that. She proceeded to kill you in the most brutal and gory fashion. Such was typical of the Mortal Kombat franchise.

"FATALITY!!"

"That is such bullshit. I literally just taught you the controls like three hours ago. I've been playing this game for years and you still absolutely blew my ass apart. No vaseline. Like good god sister why were you trying to snuff out the light of your life? You're supposed to love me not rip my damn spine out!"

Wednesday paid absolutely no mind to your whining. She just continued to smile (as small as it was) and bask in the bloody satisfaction this extremely violent game left her in. She usually abhorred technology as a whole and viewed it as a massive waste of time. But you managed to talk her into playing a game of all things... and she had to admit it to herself. She found it very enjoyable. It had sated her innate blood lust just a tad bit. She would never in a million years think that she would find herself in this situation. Trapped in a lone dorm room with the one who held her heart captive without a care in the world and being goaded into playing video games with them all afternoon.

Wednesday looked towards your pouting face and felt exasperation and fondness tickle her in equal amounts. She reached over and wrapped her cold hand around your throat before you could utter another word and gave it a firm squeeze.

"You talk too much." You a let out a startled croak and a fierce blush had set your cheeks on fire. This sight woke a deep dark desire in Wednesday... a familiar desire only you could bring out. You gulped against the palm of Wednesday's hand and your blush deepened when she smirked and squeezed you a tad bit firmer. "Enid could come in any sec-!"

Wednesday had, in one swift movement, swallowed up your pitiful attempts of struggle in a deep hungry kiss that set off fireworks in your brain. Wednesday had won the game and was now claiming her prize....

You.

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A/N: Short little one shot! Hope you enjoy!

#wednesday x you #wednesday x y/n #wednesday x reader #jenna ortega #jenna ortega x you #jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega x y/n #tara carpenter #tara carpenter x reader #vada cavell

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bloodplague · 1 month

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Hi! I’m new to your blog and I was looking through your posts and everything. I love your head canons for the creepypasta! And you are a very good artist too. I just wanted to ask if you could do a HC about Laughing Jack or Jason the Toymaker. (Like I said I love your artwork! keep up the good work!)

Jason the Toymaker & Laughing Jack Headcanons

Suree!! I'm not a big Jason fan so I might not have many, but I'll try!! Also thank you so much!! <3

Jason the Toymaker:

He has the antisocial personality disorder, narcissistic personality disorder, PTSD and is super possessive.

His friends are Laughing Jack, Jeff the Killer, Bloody Painter and KageKao, mainly.

He's a skilled writer, able to write beautiful texts with little effort.

Jason loves the scent after blowing out candles.

One of his hobbies is fixing broken weapons, always proud of himself once he finished.

Once someone becomes a fond one, they won't ever escape him. He's extremely clingy, possessive and will threaten them if they try to leave.

He doesn't know when he's doing something wrong. Example: After threatening someone he likes because of reasons, and they lash out at him, he'll be super confused, not knowing what he did wrong.

No matter what he does, he will ALWAYS defend his actions.

Doesn't usually torture a lot when killing but still tends to be sadistic.

LOVES listening to someone playing piano while he's working on something, it helps him to not get distracted.

When he's mad, he will punch walls aggressively and rip out his hair, blaming anyone but not himself for whatever made him this mad.

A walking redflag, basically...

Sometimes, Jason and Helen hang out, just talking while Helen draws and Jason works on his little toys.

When Jason gets really mad, he'll start stuttering, not able to handle the rage that keeps building up inside him, so he destroys things around him to show how angry he is.

Laughing Jack:

He laughs like Peter Griffin.

His comfort is gore, basically. When killing, he tries to make it as gory/bloody as possible.

His best friends are Nina, Clockwork, Jill and Pinkamena.

Jack has PTSD and psychosis.

This guy has claustrophobia, to be honest.

His tongue is really long, just like his arms.

When he's mad, he'll be extremely loud mouthed, more than he already is anyway.

Speaking off, he'd do ANYTHING to make his friends laugh, hurting anyone's feelings just to make fond ones smile and giggle, even if the one he's making fun of is having a rage burst or mental break down.

He's overly clingy and can be very sassy.

Biggest ENFP

He loves taking care of Sally and Lazari since they replace what he needed back then: A friend.

Even if he always dresses black and white, he has a small little bow somewhere on his body, usually because of Nina.

Constantly craves candy, chips and chocolate milkshake, giggling while devouring that shit.

Hates Rouge for some unknown reasons, just like Wilson.

Can come off as overly playful and childish, even though he's highly manipulative, easily leading his victims into some trap just to violently torture the living shit out of them.

When anyone tries to hurt his fond ones, he will be extremely aggressive and violent, ready to do whatever it takes to protect the ones close to him. Loosing another person would destroy him.

When he's REALLY close to someone, he'll be really touchy and sometimes even mushy, just trying to get their attention by acting all "adorable", like some starving puppy.

LOVES Scene's and emo's so much, he always points at them with his finger when he sees one like the silly person he is.

He has a really sharp chin.

His whole face turns red when he laughs or gets embarrassed.

#Laughing jack #jason the toymaker #creepypasta #creepypasta headcanons

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ofherpinkways · 7 months

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"We all go little mad somtimes"

What type of Ghostface I think cod characters would be! Pt1

A/n : THIS ONE IS FOR THE COD AND SLASHER FANS ,Scream [1,2,5 and 6 ] and Halloween Ends spoilers. Not proof read. I'm writing this at work waiting for the lunch rush to pick up so mistakes are bound to happen ,I'll edit them later if needed (let me know if I should add you to the tag list for future characters! - 🤍🩰🧸)

Warnings: blood and gore

Characters: Price,Gaz,Horangi,Graves

Price : He definitely a perfect mixture of mama Loomis and Detective Bailey. Some of Ms.Loomis craziness. Obviously has Bailey's strength,speed and skills. Has both of their determination of killing those he thinks deserve it and making it gets done no matter what. He'd do whatever it takes. You killed his sons afterall (the rest of 141 ofc)

He's not your average clumsy Ghostface. No,no he's something more something that should more feared then your regular old Ghostface

He's quick with the kills. His kills are aggressive and bloody not showing any mercy

How he'd act when not as Ghostface: once again definitely like Detective Bailey. Acting all sweet trusting, offering all his help to "find" and "takedown" this masked killer. That he'd completely removed from the suspect list .

Horangi: for Horangi we finna go classic this man is like Billy Loomis with , bit of Stu Macher The boy next door vibes . He would have the same wit as Billy fully aware and sharp about everything. Studying everything and everyone for own sick little game afterwards,ready for the kills. He full out plan for everything. Has "great" reasoning for why he's killing all of his own friends.

I don't think he'd be clumsy like Billy or Stu though. He's be fairy quick lot of strength of course

His kills would be simple but well done . Ends up doing lot of damage . I'm thinking a fast throat slit or a knife to the back

How he'd act when not a Ghostface : Yes he's smart about everything but this goofball would struggle on making himself not look suspicious asf. Finding the situation amusing ,gigging to himself,making bad jokes at the wrong times just like Stu

Gaz: okay, okay tbh for Gaz? He screams Corey Cunningham vibes which I know isn't Scream, yes I know Corey is from Halloween Ends. So basically with Gaz it's Halloween but make it Scream. He just vibes just cute soft boy vibes. The kid everyone loves because he's so sweet and caring, up until people start taking advantage of his kindness making him snap and hate the world along with everyone in it . Everyone but you of course. Offing everyone who wronged the both of you,because he loves you and would do anything for you. He'd burn the world down if he'd have to.

If you've seen Halloween Ends then you'd know exactly how gory the kills were so as said before it's Halloween but makes it Scream . He'd use whatever he has around him to kill. A flamethrower happens near him ? Bet ya ass he's gonna that flamethrower . His kills would so stomach twisting

How he'd act when not as Ghostface: Just like Ethan did in Scream 6. He'd act all innocent and shy. He'd act he's scared and doesn't know what's going on.

Graves : Just like Richie Kirsch (Scream 5) . Should definitely be shoved in the "loony bin" . Acts clueless and innocent. Makes it seem like he no idea of what's happening. A gaslighting girl boss . No seriously he does a shit ton of gaslighting . Making not trust your loved ones and even yourself. Brutal and strong with the kills but becomes a whinning puppy once you get the upper hand against him

He won't hesitate to break a few bones,stab repeatedly. Although he's violent the dumb ass is clumsy and maybe not smartest it comes making sure you'd free yourself so you end getting away and killing him after all.

How he'd act when not as Ghostface: Like mentioned earlier acts like the clueless boyfriend, acts like he knows nothing about horror movies or the recurring killings. Constantly suggest leaving town because he's "scared" .

[ I feel like you both would enjoy this @puff0o0, @matcharyu]

#cod mw2 #price cod #gaz cod #horangi cod #graves cod #cod x reader #price x reader #gaz x reader #horangi x reader #graves x reader #ghostface #scream #scream franchise #halloween ends #corey cunningham

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infinitefluffderg · 10 months

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Finished My Friendly Neighborhood! Good game! Can recommend if you’re a fan of Survival Horror games, though if you’re a veteran you’ll probably find Survival difficulty pretty easy. It’s almost a Baby’s First Survival Horror - and I don’t mean that detrimentally. It’s not bloody, gory, violent, it’s mostly goofy, but not straying from the real horrors of the world. It’s good for a younger audience. Though the last part of the game will scare the shit out of kids, not that they’d easily get past the puzzles.

Here’s some spoiler-free tips if you’re curious!

1. Wrench is meh! Though it’s a good way to initiate a necessary fight, it loses its usefulness by the time you have at least a full magazine of ammo. Largely this is because puppets will catch up if you’re attacking while moving backwards and the timing can be difficult before they grab/hug you. Once you have a few stacks it’s better to stick with ranged. Don’t be shy about using that ammo either. You’ll be getting a lot.

2. There’s DEFINITELY not enough tape to tape up everyone in the game. The best places to tape puppets up are hallways or rooms you expect to backtrack through a lot (save rooms, puzzle/key rooms) or have multiple puppets in an enclosed space. Even taping one out of a pair can be enough as you’re faster than the puppets as long as you’re not running backwards.

3. You have four health segments, one will take two hits and replenishes with a single heal item. There will be plenty of healing if you’re looking for it so feel free to stay topped up and only use a heal station if you’re down in Danger Town. There’s more than enough tokens to save and heal plenty (I saved around 22 times by the end). And heal bottles take up a lot of inventory space. Unless you get in a REALLY bad (self-inflicted) situation, just one bottle should be enough.

4. THERE ARE SO MANY SECRETS. Some you’ll spot casually, others you may come back to later. Keep an eye open as one chain of secrets gets you access to the game’s final weapon which’ll basically turn the game into a power fantasy. You don’t need it, but…

5. Save often! You won’t need to save too often, but a death (which can happen easily if you’re rushing into things) will put you back a ways and there’s not many save rooms. If you’ve cleared out a large amount of space, time to save!

#long winded #my friendly neighborhood

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maximoffhimbo · 2 years

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Charade of crime. 2

Summary: You were known throughout the crime world. You were the deadliest criminal there was. So why was a sweet girl like Wanda Maximoff addicted to you? Your work was violent, gory and very often dangerous. Not just for you but everyone involved.

Warnings: SMUT (18+) breeding, death, poisoning, blood, reader with d!ck, creepy taxi driver, flirting, crime, masturbation, daddy k!nk

“What the hell just happened?” Wanda thought as she sat in her small apartment. The box you had so generously given her sat pride of place on her coffee table. Who the hell were you? It seemed like Wanda was out of the loop since she didn’t know who you were. Everyone knew who you were. You were a legend in New York City.

Wanda was so spaced out due to shock that she didn’t hear the front door open. Her roommate Natasha had come home from a shift at the diner.

“Wanda? Hello? Earth to Wanda” Natasha said while waving her arms in front of the taller girl.

Wanda looked up, her eyes still wide and her breath jagged. Natasha instantly noticed something was wrong and opened her mouth to ask what was wrong. Wanda just pointed at the small black box on the table. Of course Natasha went into protective best friend mode and started to carefully unwrap the box. She gasped.

“Holy shit Wanda. Holy fuck. W-where did you get this?”

Wanda looked up at her friend and shrugged, “someone gave it to me.” She was clearly still in shock. Nat sat down next to Wanda as they both stared down into Natasha’s lap, looking at the diamond covered bracelet.

“Who in their right mind would give you something this expensive? When they don’t even know you!” Natasha got up and started pacing. She clearly thought something wrong was going on. Wanda shakily grabbed the TV remote to distract herself. She began watching The Real Housewives. “I don’t know who that person was. Seriously Nat, all I know is that they looked important and kinda? You know?…Dangerous.”

Eventually Natasha calmed down and the two girls tried to distract their minds from the insane situation they’d found themselves in. Hours passed as the two binged crappy reality tv, of course Natasha fell asleep. Wanda couldn’t even think about sleep. Her mind was still racing with the thought of you. She wanted to know who you were. No. She needed to know who you were. She mindlessly scrolled through channels and suddenly she landed on a new station.

“Breaking news, Y/N Y/L/N has shown the city of New York that there is everything to be afraid of.”

Wanda watched half interested, until a picture of you popped onto the screen. She nearly choked.

“Y/T Y/L/N, the leader of the notorious Lace Threats has killed the leader of the rival gang: the Racktor Filths. We aren’t sure if this is the start of something bigger or if Y/L/N is just playing the cards.”

Wanda audibly gasped and paused the TV. “Nat! Nat! Oh my god! Wake up! Wake up!” She yelled as she shook her best friend. Nat woke up with her eyebrows furrowed, clearly angry at her roommate.

“That’s them! That’s the person that gave me the bracelet…Oh my god. They’re like a real criminal”

Natasha sat up and turned to Wanda while smirking “Hot” she said while winking at the younger girl.

Wanda stared deeply at the picture of you. Perhaps she was too stunned to notice your appearance in person, but god. Nat was right, you were hot.

In the picture you dawned a tight black t-shirt which perfectly showed off your extremely muscular arms. You had several tattoos on your forearms, a heart with some sort of writing in it, an angel's face and a large dagger. Wanda was completely mesmerised. In the photo your face was bruised and bloody but the look you were giving the camera was enough to turn Wanda into a bumbling mess. You wore a plethora of rings, some large and some small. Wanda then noticed your hands, veiny and rough. You’d definitely killed with those hands she thought.

You had tattoos on your fingers that Wanda couldn’t really make out.

“Okay now I’m jealous, why did you get the hot gang leader? All I got was a creepy old guy asking to see my tits during my shift.” Natasha said while sighing loudly.

The news continued. “Y/N Y/L/N is estimated to be worth one hundred million dollars. That money comes from drugs, weapons and all other illegal activity. The Lace Threats are a gang that specialise in any and all crime. We do not know where they are stationed and we do not know how many people have fallen at the hands of Y/N Y/L/N.”

Wanda sat back further on the couch. “I umm I think I need to go to bed” she said as she stood up and made her way to her bedroom. She walked as if she was being controlled by something else. She was so deep in shock that she was running on pure adrenaline.

“Night Wanda! Hope you have sexy dreams about your special criminal!” Natasha shouted while laughing to herself.

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That night as Wanda tossed and turned in bed she couldn’t help her mind wandering to you. Your body. Those goddamn hands. She sighed and grabbed her phone from the nightstand, Googling your name. There weren’t a lot of pictures of you, most of them were blurry or taken from behind cars and stuff. Eventually she found the picture that was on the news. Fuck you were hot she thought.

Wanda couldn’t help herself. She slipped a hand inside her panties and began imagining your deadly, rouged hands groping her. She stared at the picture of you and rubbed her clit hard and fast.

“Fuck Daddy, fuck my pussy. Please fuck me Y/T, please use me.” She moaned as she quickly rubbed her soaked cunt. Her orgasm was quickly approaching, her fantasies running wild. She questioned how violent you would be? How would you want her? Her hands and knees? Or maybe on top of you. Her legs began to spasm and she felt herself fall over the edge. As she hit her high your name tumbled from her lips. She wanted you.

She spent the entire night fantasising about being yours.

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A few days later she was still thinking of you. You were all she thought about day and night. She constantly googled your name and the crimes you’d committed. She knew it was wrong to be turned on by the illegal shit you did but she couldn’t help herself. A lot of the pictures were of you in a nightclub located in Manhattan. Since it was Friday she assumed you’d possibly be there. As she stared at the pictures she noticed you wearing a black leather Cartier watch. She smirked and zoomed in on the photo. Your watch was incredibly blurry but she could make out the time…vaguely. She could see that the watch was either pointing at ten or eleven. She decided to go for half past ten.

Wanda spent the rest of the day trying on short skimpy dresses and watching makeup tutorials on YouTube. After around four hours of trying on various outfits and seven different makeup looks she settled on a tight black cocktail dress. The slit in the dresses front exposed her toned thigh perfectly, and the low cut front showed just enough cleavage to definitely grab your attention. Her makeup was minimal. Her eyelids were covered in a light pink Smokey eye, and her eyeliner was perfectly done. After a ridiculous amount of time trying to perfect it.

Last but not least the bracelet, she carefully unwrapped it from its packaging and slid it on her wrist. God she looked good and she knew it. Natasha came out of her room and was greeted with Wanda’s totally different appearance. Nat was used to Wanda in oversized jumpers and sweatpants.

“Off to see your criminal sugar daddy?” Nat chuckled.

“Possibly” Wanda stated while posing in front of the large mirror in their living room.

The night was chilly and as Wanda stepped onto the busy sidewalk she slightly regretted not bringing a jacket with her. She clutched her purse close to her body and hailed a taxi.

“Hey gorgeous, where you headed?” The driver spoke

“Umm the calsez” Wanda softly said. “The one in Manhattan”

The cab driver chuckled while looking her body up and down. “Hop in”

The drive to the club was awkward to say the least. The driver would not stop making suggestive comments and looks. As they pulled up to the club Wanda noticed a huge line from the door. “Damnit” she thought to herself.

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Wanda waited outside the club for what felt like hours. The time was eleven thirty and she was desperate to get in to see if you could possibly be there. The cold was getting to her, she kept shivering but eventually at eleven forty five she made it inside the most exclusive club in New York. She seriously had no idea how she’d managed to get in since most of the clientele were either extremely rich or extremely famous, and she was neither.

Once in the club Wanda perched herself at the bar. God she was cold. She was frantically looking around for those hands that she couldn’t stop thinking about. For the devilish Y/E/C eyes that invaded her dreams.

“What can I get you?” The bartender said. He was tall and muscular. He was attractive, however he was nowhere near as attractive as you. Wanda ordered her drink, a rum and coke. The bartender was clearly attracted to her since he kept smirking and tensing his muscles. Wanda didn’t care. She was only interested in one thing and that one thing was you. After sitting at the bar for half an hour Wanda realised you weren’t there. Disappointment laced her features. Her drink was empty and she felt like a fool for truly believing she’d meet the real Y/N Y/L/N.

“Rum and coke” a man next to her said. She turned quickly and noticed the extremely broad man was just ordering a drink. She sighed. How could she be so fucking stupid? She got her hopes up and now she felt like a complete idiot. She watched the man grab the drink and dip something in it. It looked almost like a thermometer. She watched as the small gadget beeped one touching the cool liquid. The eyes of the barman widened. Three equally broad men appeared out of nowhere and began to shove him into a closed off area of the club that Wanda hadn’t noticed before. She watched as the man next to her poured the drink on the floor, before moving away to the closed off section.

Could you be in there? She thought. She sneakily made her way to the curtain that hid the area from the rest of the club. That’s when she heard the muffled screams. She peered around the curtain praying that she wouldn’t be seen. She saw the bartender on his knees in front of the real you. He had a napkin stuffed in his mouth with several bruises and cuts on his face. It was clear you had given him a piece of your mind.

“Oh so you were going to poison me? Huh? Kill me off?” You said as you took a cigarette to your lips.

You paused for a moment while taking a long drag and thinking. Wanda was in a trance watching you. You reached into your jacket pocket and retrieved a small pistol. The screaming of the man doubled. Luckily the music and the makeshift gag silenced it just enough. Wanda watched as you held it to his head while smiling. That smile terrified Wanda, but she kind of liked it. The next thing she knew you’d fired your gun and the man was lying dead on the floor in a puddle of his own blood.

You cracked your knuckles and handed your gun to one of your associates. “Clean this shit up” you said as you stood up. Wanda gasped and realised you were coming out exactly where she was standing. As she went to turn away she felt a warm hand grab her wrist and pull her back into the room.

“Tell me what you saw” you said mere millimetres away from her face. Your breath was minty and fresh with a slight smell of tobacco. Wanda’s eyes widened and she began stumbling over her own words.

“N-nothing. I s-saw nothing” she said with tears threatening to fall. You looked down at her wrist and saw the bracelet. You smirked to yourself.

“Tell me what you saw” you said with a sterner, slightly lustier tone. You moved to her ear and whispered “I know you watched me kill him” you chuckled lightly and Wanda felt a heat in her panties. “Are you scared of me?” You said even quieter. Wanda shook her head while biting her lip. You moved to look at her face. Taking in the details. You moved away. Wanda looked down at the floor where the man had been killed and saw nothing. Not even a stain. You noticed. “Good aren’t they?” You said while watching the girl gently nod.

“Everyone out” you said. your associates and guards all moved outside the room. Wanda thought you were going to kill her. That was until you moved close to her and put your hand on her cheek. You watched her breath quicken. “Tell me what you want, pretty girl” you said as you looked her body up and down.

“You” she whispered.

“Who?” You said with a mischievous grin plastered on your face.

“You” she said a bit louder.

You grabbed her throat and squeezed. You began kissing Wanda’s jawline and lips leaving long trails of spit hanging from your mouth. Wanda was lightheaded, not just from you choking her but because she’d fantasised about this for days.

You aggressively spun wanda around and yanked her dress up, no panties of course. Wanda was shocked. You definitely knew what you wanted. “Tell me you’re okay with this” you whispered against her neck. Wanda was slightly shocked as she didn’t expect a criminal such as yourself to care about other people. “I’m okay with this” she whimpered. Wanda heard your buckle and your zipper the next thing she felt was your big fat cock rubbing against her slit. “You’re so wet for me aren’t you baby” wanda moaned while nodding mindlessly. She felt you push into her, Wanda was tight, she hadn’t actually had sex in three years so there was some resistance. She turned her head and said “use me, I don’t care if it hurts” the next thing she felt was a stinging pain coursing through her soaked cunt. Your cock was stretching her out completely.

You grabbed Wanda’s arms and held them behind her back while roughly slamming into her again and again. “Fuck you’re such a whore, such a basic bitch loving a big cock” you said while closing your eyes and enjoying the feeling of Wanda’s incredibly soft walls. Wanda’s knees began to buckle. You moved her roughly over the couch you had previously been sat on. You were fucking her where a dead body had lain no more than fifteen minutes ago. Wanda’s face was buried in the couch while her ass was up in the air for you to use.

“I’m g-gonna cum, can I cum?” Wanda said nervously

You started rubbing her clit in fast little circles. You could feel her pussy tightening around your cock. Your pace began to slow slightly. You were so close.

“Only cum when I do, mkay?” You said breathlessly

Your moans and skin slapping were filling up the room. You were both drunk with pleasure.

You slapped Wanda’s ass and began swearing.

“Fuck! Shit! Yeah fuck!” You said loudly while cumming deep inside Wanda’s pussy. Wanda started cumming. Her legs were shaking and her pussy was squeezing every last drop of cum out of your cock. You pulled out and Wanda let out a final moan that filled the room. You pulled her dress back down and pulled your own trousers up.

“Wait won’t your guards have heard us?” She said with wide eyes.

“Oh yeah. Don’t worry though” you smiled. “They’ve heard and seen me do a lot worse than this”

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shizukathefox · 5 months

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Just watched the FNAF movie…

I feel invigorated yet scarred having seen the film…

AND I WATCHED IT WITH MY MOM! COULD YOU IMAGINE HOW UNCOMFORTABLE IT WAS WHILE VIOLENT SCENES WERE HAPPENING ON SCREEN?

My GOD, I thought horror movies meant all the gory violence and bloody brain spattering! But they really stepped it up hard from the video games or something…

No wonder furries are interested in this film, they wanted to see it! I only watched it for the furries, and that was hardcore. And it was a mix of horror and excitement, all into a smoothie that gives good shits… As if I'm not scarred enough…

Thanks, guys… you better not tell me anything about The Boy and the Heron coming up! That I CAN handle!

Anyway… congrats to anyone who's watched the Five Nights At Freddy's movie.

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sergeantnarwhalwrites · 2 months

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Happy STS! (Shh, I'm a day behind.) And because of that, today's a free space! Use it to ramble as you please! ♥️

Happy belated STS! 💙💙

Guess I'll just ramble about some ideas I had but I am just too busy or brain dead to write/draw right now.

1. Saz shaves off her facial hair for a mission. Everyone looks at her in fucking confusion. I feel like someone would probably start crying. XD I want to write this so bad. Saz hates the naked face but their reactions to it almost make it worth it.

2. Peace and Green get into an argument. Lol not out of the usual. But I wanted this one to sting a bit. They both get hella heated. Don't know who starts it but one of them ends up on the floor. And shit just gets worse. Oh it gets so much worse. They'll make up. But they'll remember the fuck out of this.

3. Green says something. Probably being a smart ass or arguably a rash dumb ass. Hollis or Digits responds back with one of the insults I thought up that they'd throw at Green awhile ago. Insult: " You sound like you gargle rocks." (Because Green's got a very gruff kind of gravelly voice) Green silently fumes probably growls beneath her breath. Glares at all of them literally laughing their asses off.

4. I go into a possible backstory thing of how Julie lost her eye. I'm thinking it was an undercover mission. She gets a lot of those cause she doesn't have any very obvious morpher traits. She doesn't have to kill but she is there to intimidate and kind of seduce. The person fights back, struggles. Julie loses her eye (maybe from a glass maybe her victim had clawed at it enough to cause irreversible damage) and they end up dead. The morphers are pissed. Julie's angrier.

5. BLOODY, GORY, SUPER VIOLENT, kinda ragey, kinda depressy piece where Saz goes absolutely rabid in her morpher form. Like these are some brutal deaths her victims go through. I don't know if she'd freak the fuck out, completely dissociate from reality, puke her guts up, or kinda enjoy it. I'm thinking a mixture. Someone helps her wipe the blood off of her face when she returns to her human form. I need it so fucking bad. I just don't know how to write it.

6. An expansion on a blurb I wrote for a tag game. I don't know if I want to keep it exactly the same. Or have it more as Donnie comes in while another person is there. Is kinda in shock that the person is also a cyborg. Hollis and Donnie crack the fuck up hearing how this cyborg got injured. Or Donnie is the one that got injured and Hollis tries not to laugh cause it's a goofy ass injury.

7. I want to work on my fanfics so bad too. But I have no fucking brain cells. The softball one calls to me. But I also kinda wanna make a side off anthology kinda thing based off of my competitive eating one.

8. I love the schematics I made for Digits' prosthetics so much. Kinda want to do Donnie's. But technically he's a cyborg. So he's mostly prosthetics and mechanics. So that would take me a century and a half.

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intercoursefluids · 2 months

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Well That Happened Chapter 16

This entire chapter is very gory and bloody and violent so if you aren't okay with that don't read it. I'll post the gist of what happened here so you don't need to.

SPOILERS: Marinette attacks Hawkmoth like a rabid animal, he fights back, she beats him (I would go into detail but again, very gory) she takes the miraculous from him and says all the shit he has done to the people of Paris before telling him that she won't give him the mercy of death and leaving him to the people of Paris

Marinette’s blood roared in her ears, her heart pounding against her ribcage as her vision narrowed in on him.

Hawkmoth.

He was the cause of all her problems, the cause of an entire city’s suffering.

She could hear people crying begging for someone to save them, children screaming in fear from the monsters that chased them down the streets and stole their families from them.

She could see the blood coating the streets, the buildings crumbling as people tried in vain to brace for cover.

She saw people getting crushed beneath buildings, saw people drown, burn, suffocate, turn into mindless monsters.

She saw it every time she closed her eyes.

Could hear it in the silence.

Could feel it in the calm of her room.

She lived it over and over again in the few precious moments in peace.

She had seen it all, had heard the cries and groans of Paris, had felt their tears and desperation as they tried to survive.

She had born witness to it all.

And there he stood.

The bastard who had caused it all.

The monster who had killed her, over and over again. In more ways than should be possible.

He had the audacity to place himself before her.

He held the misguided belief that he would leave her presence still standing.

Rage boiled her blood, flooding her veins and filling her lungs.

Marinette watched the blood splatter across his face as her fist connected with his nose.

She grabbed him by the throat, letting her heartbeat set her fist’s rhythm.

Something smashed her in the gut, ripping her away from him and slamming her back into a building.

She was back up before the movement could even register.

Marinette sprinted towards him, blinding rage dulling everything around her as she closed in on her target.

He swung his cane, catching her across the cheek and making her stumble.

She followed the motion, swinging her leg around to kick him in the stomach as she grabbed half a broken brick.

Marinette smashed the brick against his head as she came back around, could feel it crumble against her hand as blood started to trickle down his temple.

He kicked her away, turning to run as she fell.

Marinette didn’t let him, lobbing a rock at the back of his knee as she scrambled to stand.

It hurt, everything hurt but she didn’t care.

He needed to be punished.

She needed to be the one to punish him.

Paris was her city. These were her people he was hurting.

This was personal.

Hawkmoth scrambled away, trying to run with a limp as Marinette closed in on him.

He looked like he was screaming, Marinette couldn’t hear what he was saying.

She rushed him, drawing her nails down his face and leaving behind angry red marks.

He kicked her back but she didn’t fall this time, she stumbled and lunged again.

He grabbed his cane, ripping off the sheath to reveal the sword hidden inside.

Hawkmoth swung his sword towards her blindly, slashing at her in an attempt to keep her at bay.

It slashed her arm, cutting deep enough to make blood run down her arm but it still wasn’t enough.

She was going to get her revenge, one way or another.

He could not escape her.

Marinette dodged another swing, taking a step back to move out of the way.

She wasn’t sure what she stepped on but it buckled under her weight.

Marinette stumbled, she was quick to correct herself but Hawkmoth seized the opportunity.

He swung his sword down, slashing her across the chest and planting his foot in her chest.

He booted her away, sending her flying back against something hard.

Marinette gasped on impact, stars filling her eyes as her head rocked back against the stone.

The roaring in her ears was replaced with a shrill ringing as she tried to regain her bearings.

Marinette moved to stand, bracing herself from the pain as she tried to move.

He kicked her again, shoving her back against the bolder she had hit while grinning manically.

Marinette snarled, trying to hit him again but he kicked her arm away.

Pain shot up her arm from the kick and between the fracture and the deep gash, she was pretty sure that arm was useless now.

Marinette hissed in pain, trying to get away from him.

The momentum she had been fighting with was gone, the adrenalin starting to wear off and be replaced with pain.

She wasn’t in fighting shape and they both knew it.

Something glared, reflecting in the sun and blinding her for a moment.

Marinette glanced over, trying to see what it was just in time for Hawkmoth to plunge his sword into her chest.

Marinette gasped, staring at the shining metal protruding from her chest as Hawkmoth stood over her.

He was grinning like a mad man.

His stupid bald cap had been ripped apart by Marinette, his hair protruding around his head in jagged spikes from where she had pulled on it. There were bald spots from where she had ripped it out.

He was covered in blood, his nose at an odd angle and a few of his teeth seemed to be broken.

He looked like shit.

“You stupid little freak!”

Marinette blinked, zeroing in on him.

“Why won’t you just die already!” He screamed.

His chest was heaving, bloody spittle flying from his lips as he screeched.

“YOU CANNOT DISOBEY ME; I AM A GOD LITTLE GIRL.” He screamed at her.

Marinette blinked, staring blankly at Hawkmoth before rolling her head to the side.

Marinette looked around her, struggling to breathe with the sword sticking out of her chest and the grown man hysterically screaming in her face.

There was a sword, barely sticking out of the bolder above her.

Marinette grinned, her bloody teeth on full display.

Hawkmoth didn’t like that. He grabbed her face, forcing her to look at him while he screamed at her.

Marinette couldn’t hear him, she didn’t care to.

Her momentum was gone. Her adrenalin had faded.

Her rage remained.

Marinette bit Hawkmoth, sinking her teeth into his hand and refusing to let go.

Hawkmoth screeched, yanking his hand back and ripping a chunk of flesh away with the action.

Marinette reached her hand up, feeling for the sword in the stone as she spit out his skin.

She never broke eye contact with him, slowly pulling his sword out of her chest as she forced herself up.

Blood dribbled from her mouth as she stumbled to her feet.

Marinette stared Hawkmoth in the eyes as she pulled the sword out of the stone, the metal scraping harshly as it jerked free.

Hawkmoth flinched, taking a step back as Marinette threw his sword at his feet.

It clattered to the ground loudly, her blood glistening in the sun as it dripped off the metal and onto the ground.

“Pick it up.” She said coldly.

Hawkmoth looked at her, then his sword.

There was a slight tremor in his hands as he stared at her.

The manic look his eyes had held before had been replaced, fear now coated his eyes with a shiny gloss.

Marinette took a stumbling step towards him, a snarling grin covering her face.

“Pick it up.” She said again.

Hawkmoth shook his head, stumbling back as he clutched his bloody hand to his chest.

Marinette swayed slightly, eyes locked on Hawkmoth as he refused the mercy she offered him.

“M’kay.” She said cheerily.

Marinette swayed precariously, falling forward before she caught herself.

She used the move to burst into a sprint, gripping her new weapon with her only good hand and bloodlust written on her face.

Marinette swung her sword in an arc, aim directly for his throat.

Hawkmoth stumbled back, tripping over the rubble and scrambling backwards as Marinette swung at him.

She slashed her sword through the air over and over again, each time just barely missing him.

Letting him think he was dodging her attacks as she corralled him into a corner.

It was only when his back hit the wall that he realized what she was doing.

Marinette smiled sweetly, standing over him as he shook in fear below her.

Marinette reared back, pointing her sword down and stabbing him in the leg.

Hawkmoth screamed, his hands moving to hold the injured leg.

“Does it hurt?” Marinette ask innocently, putting more of her weight on the sword.

Hawkmoth blubbered, tears rolling off his mask as Marinette roughly jerked her weapon from his leg.

Hawkmoth’s hands covered the area, trying to cover the bleeding wound with shaking hands.

Marinette tutted, squatting down in front of him with a concerned look on her face.

“It’s not that bad, is it?” Marinette said curiously.

Marinette stabbed her sword back into his other leg.

“I mean, it can’t be that bad. You did this to so many other people, it’s almost like this hurts.” She said, slowly twisting the sword back and forth.

“You’re fucking crazy-!” Hawkmoth screech, gasping as Marinette twisted the sword.

Marinette laughed, slowly dragging her sword out of his leg.

Marinette tossed her sword aside, gripping Hawkmoth’s face and forcing him to look her in the eyes as she spoke.

“What was it you said earlier?” She asked, tilting her head. “Something about you being a god?”

Marinette’s smile dropped as she stared at him, the humor bleeding out of her voice.

“You’re no god. You’re just a man playing make believe.” She said, roughly pushing his face to the side.

Marinette reached down towards his throat , she watching him flinch as her fingers brush against his neck.

Watched as his eyes turned wide as the magic hiding his identity faded away.

Marinette stood up, clutching both miraculous in her hand as she stared at the bastard who had stolen her life from her.

“Gabriel Agreste. You have committed atrocious crimes against the people of Paris. You slaughtered millions, several times over. You have separated families, ruined lives, stolen childhoods. You have subjected the people of this city to suffering that will not end with you.”

“You have drowned us. Burned us alive. We have been impaled, crushed, buried alive and turned against each other by your mind control. You have turned innocent people into puppets for your selfish purpose against their will and so much more.”

“Even after you are gone, the memories will haunt us. The phantom scars will coat our bodies and nightmares will haunt our dreams. There is no atonement for you. You tested my patience, tried my good will and crushed my heart. You will see no mercy from me.”

“I stand before you as your judge, as your jury, but not your executioner. You will not meet the grace of death by my hand.”

Marinette stood, glaring Gabriel down as he trembled before her.

She could almost laugh.

A man this weak had thought to call himself a god.

What a joke.

Marinette pinned the miraculous to her dress, grabbing the handle of her sword and dragging it behind her as she walked away.

He couldn’t run, even if he tried to.

Marinette had made sure of it.

He was surrounded, unable to stand let alone walk.

And she had the miraculous, he couldn’t hurt anyone anymore.

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8bitsupervillain · 4 months

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8bit Reviews: Euphoria (the game, not the show)

I wish my memory was a more reliable thing at times. Often times it can remember some really obscure happenstance that happened when I was ten or twelve. Of course it also has its moments where it struggles to remember things that happened earlier in the week. Perils of aging I suppose, anyway I wish it were more reliable because I truly want to know what exactly it was that set me on the trail of this visual novel. I cannot for the life of me recall what it was that brought it even tangentially into my notice, or the force that spurred me into action so quickly. It was only when I was about three quarters of the way through the second to last route that I became aware of the notoriety around Euphoria. For good or ill, it is certainly a well-deserved notoriety. This is without a doubt simultaneously one of the foulest things I've ever experienced, but also surprisingly one of the tamest as well. I don't really know how trigger/content warnings go, but be aware there is some heavy stuff beyond the jump.

Euphoria starts with our protagonist Keisuke Takatou waking up in a white room. Shortly after his awakening he is informed by a robotic voice to leave the room, or die. Heading to the next room he finds himself with a handful of his classmates and a teacher. The same voice then informs the group that they're "going to play a game" to determine if the group gets their freedom. Keisuke is designated the "unlocker" and his female classmates, and teacher are the "key holes." The game is simple, Keisuke is to take one of the keyholes into a room and perform a specific sex act to the satisfaction of whoever is holding them hostage. Basically the group is put into a Saw situation, only instead of violent gory mutilation it's rape. Naturally one of the students is mortified beyond belief and screams at the voice/hostage takers that she refuses to participate. To illustrate the situation they're in, the girl is taken to a different room, and when the rest of the group finds her she is brutally electrocuted to death in front of them.

There's a scene in this older horror film called The Green Inferno, in which out protagonists are captured by a village of cannibals deep in the amazon jungle. During the scene one of their number is selected by the villagers to be killed. So you get the scene where a college-aged woman is killed and dismembered by the cannibals, and the camera pans to the shocked and horrified reactions of the group. Then it shows the leader of the group held captive who is masturbating to the preceding events. Naturally the rest of the group calls him out on this fucked up behavior, but he insists it's not bad because you need to keep calm and not be stressed during times like these. Like in The Green Inferno, Keisuke is just incredibly turned on by the sight of the dead body and has a massive erection. One of the group, Nemu Manaka, finds Keisuke in this state and teases him over his dark desires to inflict pain and torment on girls as well as his apparent lust to rape the girls. What follows is a prolonged series of almost literal misery porn, because in addition to the mental strain of being put in such a situation the game is at its heart pornography. Just extreme fetish porn, including asphyxiation and literal shit eating.

What I find most odd about this is the fact that over the course of the VN you have these various depraved acts including murder by electrocution and literal shit eating, but for some reason it's the menstrual blood that gets censored. There's also implied taxidermy of a human in one of the games bad endings. In fact, except for one scene the game is largely restrained when it comes to bloody content. This isn't a complaint, of all the degenerate types of hentai out there I find guro to be the worst of the lot. It's just that given the games themes of depravity and subjugating those weaker than you there's very little violence. Straightforward, physical violence anyway, the novel is filled to the brim with sexual violence. I don't mean to imply that Euphoria is any the lesser due to its lack of women getting the shit knocked out of em, or that it would be better if you could see their innards in a way that could only be described as lovingly rendered. I just had thought since punishing those weaker than you is a pretty major part of the story that it would come up more than hardly at all.

As I was approaching the end of the story the idea sprouted in my head that this novel seems to have been censored rather heavily. I have no reason why this occurred to me given the very many rapes, and multiple times characters had been forced to eat other characters shit. Never the less thought sprung up, imagine my surprise after finishing the game when reading an interview with one of the authors they mentioned that they did indeed have to lighten up some of the darker themes so as not to upset one of the visual novel rating boards in Japan. Apparently there's two of them, one has a pretty lax approach towards violence and extreme themes in pornographic VNs, and one that's stricter. Clockup sent it off to the stricter of the two.

When it comes to the story I don't really have very much positive to say about it. I don't like basically any of the characters, I found the plot to be hard to get invested in, and as it continued towards its ending I found myself getting more and more impatient with the frankly ludicrous explanations for the things that occur. I won't go into too much detail about it, but I just think that if you're going to introduce an element that fundamentally and completely changes character motivations at the drop of a hat via bullshit science you have to handle it very delicately. Also I just find it funny when there are characters themselves who just disappear from the narrative, almost as if they too got fed up with the story's shit and decided to just peace out.

The hell of it is, I don't even really hate the story, there are times where I found it was very well-written. Specifically villain characters and not just the simpering whining schoolgirl who is somehow miles worse than characters who are making others take part in a death game, or running a rapist murder cult, or just a bizarre evil religious cult. The problem I have with the story is that it just has a hard time measuring up to the heights of extremity that I thought it was going for. I thought it was going to just be sexual violence that keeps turning the knob higher and higher until people were basically just fucking clumps of meat. I don't know how it would go from there, what sort of resolution it would have, but instead the game keeps it just shy of guro snuff porn. Maybe that says more about me, but a very short time into this I thought the game was going to be reaching the levels of A Serbian Film, or a Hostel, but instead it kept it at a level more akin to an All Night Long. Please know, that I'm aware that the other novel by ClockUp Maggot Baits is probably closer to what I thought Euphoria would wind up as.

The story's all well and good, but what about the porn 8bit, I'm sure you're asking. It doesn't matter how fucked up or irritating the story is if the sexy sexy porn is good right? I won't really talk about the fetish stuff, because I think that's up to the user more than anything. What I like, and what you like can be entirely different things. From an art stand point I don't particularly like the look of most of the cast. It's probably just an age thing, but I don't have very strong feelings to the moeblob art style of roughly ten years ago, it just stands out as fairly generic. The majority of the cast just has a general "cute" feeling to them, that I'm sure it is meant to make the inevitable filth and depravity supposed to be just that much more spicy. The main love interest character Kanae for instance just feels like the generic love interest character from a slice of life or romantic comedy anime of the time. They're played more realistically than the wildly divergent designs you would get in a harem anime. But again, I can't really shake the feeling that they were designed somewhat generically on purpose. So when it pulls the rug out from under you, and a more extreme personality reveals itself you'll have a harder time reconciling it with the moe uguu~ face they had earlier on. Except for Rika, she remains a constant shrill nuisance who is largely unchanged for the entire runtime. But again, art is subjective, and maybe I'm just bringing my own baggage from my readings of slice of life, and romance mangas to the table. The main girl Nemu stands out in this regard because she doesn't really fall into the same "generally cute" area that the rest of the cast lives in.

But yes, the porn. It'll probably get you there depending on your personal tolerance for sadistic sex. To its credit, unlike some other porn VNs I've played this one actually has motion to some of the sex scenes. A large portion of it is still images, but there is some that has actual motion to it. None of the more extreme scenes, there's no motion in the scenes of coprophagia or branding. On a personal level I didn't find the game particularly enticing, but that's owing more to the art style than my distaste for the types of sex on display. Also, credit to the writers I wasn't recoiling from reading their sentences about fucking, so it has that going for it. It has the usual porn dialogue problem that all porn has, but nothing too egregious. There are some extremely stupid lines, but they are relatively few and far between, but again, all porn has some extremely dumb lines now and then. Goes with the territory.

There's really not much for me to recommend Euphoria for. The premise might be a bit off-putting but honestly it's not the worst I've seen. The music is fine for the most part, a lot of ambient piano and percussion instruments, nothing super porny during the sex scenes, just a lot of somber slow piano to try to keep a low atmosphere of dread. I wouldn't even really recommend it from a story perspective because the plot really loses itself towards the final hours of it. It's just more or less roughly thirty hours of misery porn, quite literally.

#8bit reviews #euphoria #clockup

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madame-fear · 2 years

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(i listen to insane clown posse so this is where the idea comes from)

can you do a scarecrow head cannon where he continues to run into a villain that wears clown makeup, and is very violent but never seems to be violent towards him

i’m sorry if that doesn’t make sense 😔

Hello anon!! 😄 Oh don't worry my dear that makes absolute sense to me! 💕 Honestly that's a very interesting plot for a request! The reader is gender neutral just in case🥰

Here it goes, happy reading my dear!! Hope you like it! ❤

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Gotham!Jonathan Crane/Scarecrow x Villain!Reader | Violent Villain Reader Being Nice Towards Scarecrow Headcanons

Was it possibly for Gotham to become any more chaotic than it already is? Yes. It is indeed very possible.

Recently, a newly villain escaped from Arkham Asylum became well know for leaving some extremely gory and bloody crime scenes. "Lunatic Clownster on the loose strikes Gotham with full terror" was read on the title of the newspapers, along with some blurried pictures of a murder scene that looked straight out of a horror movie, as the room was splattered with blood and a dead body’s organic matter showing.

You were known as a “Clown Killer” due to the makeup you used since you murdered some important politicians in public and some rivals as well, not caring about you showing your identity. Your makeup and violent personality was enough to cause terror to everyone who even heard about the you.

You tried to murder anyone who dared get in your way. It didn’t matter if it was a villain like you, a politician, a millionaire...you were ruthless.

Nearly half of Gotham already knew about who you were, because the newspapers wouldn’t stop talking about your crime scenes! Including, of course, some well known villains.

They all heard about you, and so far, they liked your audacity and explosive personality, as you shouted and mistreated your victims in public. But, despite having heard of you, none of them had the chance to meet you...except, for a certain Scarecrow.

Scarecrow not only heard about you, but also had the chance of meeting you several times. Your targeted victims were exactly the same.

You met each other in Arkham Asylum because, much like him, you were also looking for the bastard who treated you like shit when at your stay in Arkham. At that point, he had already heard a lot about how gory you could be. Everyone treated you as a psychopatic lunatic clown, and he actually expected you to violently murder him even if he was a villain as well.

He was rather surprise to see you being “kind” towards him, and not explosive at all. You were actually calm with him, and you kept your voice tone quietly, unlike when you spoke in public.

He still tried to keep the environment calm around you, and he didn’t want you to think he was going to hurt you or something, so when it came to you he’s very careful to not alarm you.

Actually, you helped him find The Warden + everyone who harmed him when he was a frightened little boy, helping him take them all down. That was a huge surprise for him, but it was very pleasant.

Then, you both saw each other once again in a dark alley, as you were already planning to kill the same person, which was a very important person in all of Gotham.

After that, you both decided to keep in contact since you kept meeting each other again, and again.

He never mentioned to anyone about his several encounters with you, because he doesn’t want anyone bothering you, not even his closest acquaintances.

He likes you a LOT. Both of you have lots of things in common...your past, your targets, your villain plans, everything! And that makes him feel closer to you (same thing for you, of course).

You basically become his partner in crime. Nobody knows you work together because you keep it private, but you help him out with his fear toxin, and also help him kill his rivals.

None of you are exactly 100% sane...soo, if you want to make a bloodfest and giggle out loud while violently murdering someone and splattering brain matter all over the room, he won’t care. He’ll just stare at you in awe, yet admiration. And helps you out, if you need.

You’ve actually gained a soft spot for each other. Even if you don’t show affection to each other physically, you show it protecting each other from dangers, and by helping each other out.

You trust each other to the max, since you both have the same level of insanity and have lots in common.

If anyone ever finds out about how you partnered up, depending on who that person is, he’ll either threaten him/her, or would just fear gas that person so you can grossly murder him/her.

You’re just very, very close in general. Despite him having a bad impression on you when you first met, he definitely doesn’t regret at all meeting you properly and getting to know your true personality.

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