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rie-092 · 2 months

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DEAREST ADVISOR.

❥. yandere! emperor x advisor! reader

• liam luwelton was one of the most famous emperor on the history of lobelia empire. while he was praised for being a good and powerful ruler. he was also famous for being a womanizer who hook up with so many girls yet, he didn't even chosen any of them to be his empress.

• don't blame him, he likes having fun. but he hates when he got attached or tied to something that will hinder him. he was only doing this for his own entertainment after all. no one stayed on his side for so long anyways, well maybe except to the captain of his imperial knights, warren, his childhood friend.

• that was the main reason why he became surprised when warren's younger sister, you, became his advisor. the most amusing part was warren is the one who recommended you. hmm, it seemed like your brother doesn't even care about the fact that liam's mother, the previous empress, fired all the female servants after knowing her son's tendencies to, uhm... seduce them.

• that was the main reason why he was excited to finally meet you. the famous sister of his friend. he wanted to know how long will it take for you to became smitten and obsessed with him? ahh, just thinking about it makes liam so excited.

• but you were fucking different that he expected. who in the hell is in the right mind to greet the emperor for the first time while wearing a damn pyjamas? what the fuck? as far as he knew, you were the damn daughter of a duke. so, what in the hell was wrong with your fashion sense?

• well, keeping your fuvked up fashion aside. you were indeed good at your job. even though you can be pretty hard headed sometimes, you were able to carry yourself with so much confidence and boy, oh boy. he likes it so much.

• maybe, that time when he basically threaten you to wear an appropriate dress to attend a certain banquet with him. was the time when he realized that he fucked up. yeah, his motto that 'no string attached' crumbled down as he saw your annoyed face when the maids' dressed you up with the most elegant dress that he gifted for you. and the fact that you got drunk that night and mumbled some cute nonsense didn't helped either. fuck. the main reason why he got you drunk anyways is to fuck you. but damn, he can't bring himself to do it since you looked so cute while clinging to him for support!

• as a yandere, liam was overbearing and posessive. gosh, this guy is unhinged and practically crazy. he's an emperor for the petesake! he killed his siblings to ascend to the throne. so don't expect that he's a nice guy!

• those times that he escaped the palace just to go outside and hook up with girls? yup, he stopped doing that for you. expect that while working, his eyes were focused on your every move. you talk to other guy other than him and warren? expect that he will be fired the next day. and why is that? well, it's your fault.

• he was now fine with you working in your pyjamas, you're so cute wearing that after all! but, in exchange he will increase your workload 10x because he knew that you always goes home after finishing your work, he just wants to spend the whole day with you!

• don't even think of quiting, darling. because liam will not let you to do so. unfortunately, he was able to wrap his pretty fingers around you with you being unaware of it. ahh, he just loves how clueless you are when liam fired all the male servants on his palace and replaced it with the female ones to make sure they you won't be able to flirt with them while working.

• all in all, liam is head over heels for you. he wants you for himself to the point that he spread the rumour about you being the next empress of the prestigious lobelia empire. just to shackle you by his side.

• but of course, your usual playful older brother doesn't like it at all. so be ready, because just like a prince on the fantasy stories that the two of you read before. he will do anything to save you, his precious little sister even if it means he needs to burn down the whole empire and kill liam for you. i mean, when you were a kid, you mentioned that you wanted to be a ruler. so just sit back and let your big brother, warren do the work <3.

“ our love comes first, everything is secondary.”

#yandere #yandere x reader #platonic yandere x reader #tw.yandere #tw.dark content #yandere x y/n #yandere headcanons #yandere imagines #platonic yandere #imagines #tw. curse #tw. violence #tw. dark content #tw. manipulation #tw. isolation #tw. obsession #tw. mention of killing.

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indulgentdaydream · 4 months

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Cooking Lessons

Jason Todd X Reader

My first x reader fic! Of course I had to go with jason. He’s the love of my life🥰 inspired by me not knowing how to properly cut a bell pepper yesterday and wishing somebody (cough cough, jason, cough) had been there to help me

(ps. for anyone who also doesn’t know how to cut a bell pepper!)

Not proof read!!

Warnings: use of feminine pet names (ex, princess) food mention, knife mention, knife use, one (1) use of profanity.

Jason walked into the kitchen, sweating from his workout. He found you standing at the counter, your back to him. You had a knife in hand, chopping something up. He opened the fridge to grab himself some water. He could smell the spices of whatever you were cooking in the pan to your left.

He walked up beside you. He placed a hand on the small of your back as he looked down. There was chicken cooking in the pan and you were cutting up a bell pepper, “What you cooking, princess?”

“Quesadillas,” You hummed, focused on your task at hand. There was a cooking book open off to your right, set on top of the microwave

Jason hummed in response, smiling, “Smells good.”

He continued to watch you chop. Your hand moved slowly. You set the pepper on it’s side before cutting it in half, straight through the centre. The seeds inside spread all over the knife. You began to awkwardly cut around the centre, further making a mess of getting the seeds everywhere. He grew a little concerned as he kept watching, “Baby?”

“Yeah?”

“Who taught you how to cut up a pepper?”

Your shoulders dropped a little, your hand stilling. You looked up at Jason with a defeated look, “Nobody…”

He chuckled. He leaned in and kissed the pout on your lips, “May I?”

You nodded. He set down his water before moving in behind you. He wrapped his arms around your waist, his arms under yours. He picked up another bell pepper, a dark green.

He placed it on the board, placing his hands over yours. His chin rested on your shoulder as he spoke, “First, you gotta cut off the stem.”

He guided your hands, enjoying the small giggle that escaped you at the sight of his large, calloused, scarred hands resting over your smaller ones, nearly engulfing them.

He spoke calmly and slowly, “Now, you flip it on it’s head, where the stem was. See the bumps? You cut down to chop those off.”

You hummed, “Like this?”

Jason nods, “Just like that.” He pulls his hands off yours, bringing them back to rest on your hips, letting you do it yourself.

“See?” He says when you finish, leaving the untouched centre, with all the seeds still intact, leftover, “This way, you can take the pieces you cut off, flatten them out, and they’re easier to cut,” He pauses, “Plus, you don’t make a mess of the seeds.”

He picks up the centre for you, tossing it into the small open compost bin sitting on the window sill of the kitchen. You shrug, picking up on of the pieces you had cut before, covered in the tiny white pellets that were the seeds, “I was just gonna wash it off with water.”

He lets out a low, thoughtful hum, “Waste o’ water.”

You mimic his hum and cast him a look over your shoulder, where he still rests his chin, “Not what you said last night when you dragged me into the shower with you.”

A grin pulls at Jason’s lips. He raises his eyebrows a little, amused, “That’s why we gotta counteract our water usage, princess.” He straightens, planting a kiss on your cheek, “It doesn’t help that your knife is a bit dull. I’ve got a sharpener in my duffle, though.”

You didn’t realize what he meant until he had already stepped out of the kitchen. You whipped around, “Jason Peter! You are not using the same thing you sharpen your blades with on my kitchen knives!”

He steps back in, holding his hands out, “It’s clean!”

You stared at him, “I do not believe you.”

She caught Jason’s smile before he nodded at the stove beside her, “Chicken’s burning.”

“Shit!”

#dc #red hood x reader #red hood x fem!reader #cw cursing #tw cursing #jason todd #jason todd x reader #jason todd x fem!reader #cw knife mention #cw food mention #tw knife mention #tw food mention #jason todd x you #dc x reader #red hood x you

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itsguysnightitsironic · 2 months

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WhAATT MURRhhhhDDeeerrrrR?¿??!!!¡¡¡

Sometimes you just need to sit down and wonder "How many individuals did the COS crew kill, again?".

Am I good at math or have a good memory? No.

Am I still doing this? Yes.

( EPISODES from 0 to 6 UNDER THE CUT.)

This will get updated, eventually.

Everything, everything is okay, they never found the hand, EVERYTHING IS FINE-

Sarnax didn't need to bite anything, but he did and his dentist loves him for it.

Can we stay in the camp forever? Just, FOREVER. THERE'S NOTHING OUT THERE!

Shepherd's rent is DUE, calves are cheering in a rancho right now

It was a calm episode (it wasn't)

My favourite part of this campaign is how the party goes from "We shouldn't kill this humanoid-eating beast, it's sleeping" to "Give me an excuse to stab you, ANY excuse to stab you"

Arson is not the answer, is the solution, and when did we get so aggressive for no reason.

#legends of avantris #curse of strahdanya #kana soyokaze #silas “shepherd” morgan #sarnax of the edelwood #professor clayton azaran #victoria isaacs #tw killing mention #tw violence mention #my brain works in mysterious ways #maybe it was the fight animation? it was so good a bunnydust wants to animate fights #this one will get updated in a hundred years-#tw arson mention

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donkeybro · 6 months

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What the actual fuck is going on

(Hey, I’m not in the best fucking mood right now so I’m gonna make this nice, short and sweet.)

(There’s an anon going around pretending to be @/minusgangtime and @/brooke2valley, sending irl self harm photos, saying racial fucking slurs like the hard r, n word!! “Reporting” people for the dumbest shit and telling my friends that they deserve to be fucking raped!! There also encouraging suicide, are trans phobic and are threatening to find out where people fucking live!!!)

(IM NOT EVEN FUCKING EXAGGERATING, HERES THE PROOF!!:

(ALSO!!! APPARENTLY THEYRE DOING THIS SHIT FOR A FUCKING FACE REVEAL!!!)

(IM DONE!! IM ACTUALLY FUCKING DONE WITH THIS ABSOLUTELY BULLSHIT!! GET A FUCKING LIFE YOU BITCH MADE COWARD OF AN ANON!! GO OUTSIDE AND LEARN SOME FUCKING DECENCY INSTEAD OF LURKING IN YOUR MOTHERS BASEMENT LIKE THE FUCKING WASTE OF SPACE YOU ARE!!!)

(GET OUT OF ME AND MY FRIENDS LIVES FOR GOOD YOU INHUMANE, MAIDENLESS, TRANSPHOBIC, BASEMENT DWELLING, DISGRACE OF WHATEVER FAMILY YOUR APART OF!!!)

#tw swearing #tw cursing #tw suicide mentioned #tw r*pe threat #tw threats #tw self harm mentioned #rant #vent

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charmac · 10 months

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The fact that the whole fucking house was decorated for Uncle Jack's birthday but Charlie, at 46, didn't even know he was over 40 seriously fucks me up.

More than the reveal in Shoots, where we find out he didn't know, and kinda have to deduce that the Gang never celebrate his birthday (or anyone's, really), now we're shown that birthdays do have some substance in Charlie's life via his family, but only for Uncle Jack, his abuser, and not him.

(Also, to point out, Shoots is sequentially after Cursed, and so we should be seeing Uncle Jack have a big party and then getting hit with the 'Charlie didn't know he was well over 40 years old' moment)

And holy shit if that reveal can't fuck you up immediately, sure, but christ, looking deeper. We know Bonnie has some care for Charlie, an actual obsession with keeping him alive and worried about his safety, she loves him, but her love is fractured and distant and fucked up. And of fucking course that's Uncle Jack's fault, from the beginning and continuing to stay rooted there in Bonnie's life, contributing to the insane emotional distance Charlie and Bonnie have always had.

Like Charlie's upbringing was so fucked up and broken and she failed so miserably protecting him as a kid that she's now stuck in this cycle of viewing Charlie as the 'idea' of a son, obsessing over his protection and his safety, but not viewing him as a real person outside of that. He's an idea of something she failed to protect and now must protect in her mind, but his actual existence is a wash, and continues to be every time Uncle Jack is back, every time he drives Charlie away.

Charlie lost his dad, and he continues to go to his mom, trying, to build something back, but he can't mend their relationship because Uncle Jack continues to stay rooted, his reality takes precedence over Charlie's in Bonnies mind, and she's trapped catering to him, fucked up by their history, continuing to blur through, and Charlie's still trying to push through. But Uncle Jack is always there.

I hope he fucking kills that man.

#iasip #the gang gets cursed #frank shoots every member of the gang #charlie kelly #tw csa mention #oc

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chocolate-guy-compilations · 1 year

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What is your Hogwarts house? Which one would have the most chocolate?

sorry but I don’t engage in media made by a transphobic antisemitic bigot </3

#tw harry potter #tw jkr mention #🍫 asks #not the fuckin chocolate guy #anyways if you STILL engage with jkr while knowing she believes that any form of engagement is still equal to your support of her #and her beliefs then you know the exit! You’re not welcome back :)#fuck jk rowling #tw cursing in tags

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kendodante · 4 months

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— ★: Scorpius canonically self-harms.

• Scorpius was in Malfoy Manor, touching his arms while looking in the mirror, he felt how the scars were felt on his hands and made him tremble a little, some were small that were barely visible, others were large, made by desperation, and others were suicide, where it was seen that Scorpius couldn't take it anymore. •

• Of course, Scorpius hadn't hurt himself in a long time, he had stopped doing it in fifth year, they took him out of Howarts one year due to the depth of the cuts and Draco sent him to a place where he could recover better, he didn't buy him another wand until sixth year, Scorpius did not complain, he assumed it was the best for him and he knew he had a problem, now we are in seventh year, and Scorpius regrets doing that with all his life, he feels that he let everyone down, his mother , father, Albus, he lay in bed crying while hugging his pillow and thinking that everything he did was in vain, that maybe he just wanted to get attention, Scorpius was good at home, why he would hurt himself, right? •

• Albus enters the room. When Scorpius is too depressed to leave the room Draco calls Albus to come and comfort him, that only happens in desperate measures, when Draco can no longer do anything, but Albus always comforts Draco and tells him everything will be fine. •

• He enters the room and sees Scorpius wearing a short sleeve shirt and understands the situation, he sits down on Scorpius' bed gently without wanting to disturb him and looks at him, Scorpius hid further into his pillow feeling ashamed that Albus will look at him in that state, but Albus didn't care, he just wanted Scorpius to be happy, he caressed Scorpius's hair and cheeks, brushing away Scorpius' tears and giving him a kind smile, whispering a small "do you want to talk?" •

• Scorpius shook his head slightly and Albus whispered again, "Do you want me to leave...?" Scorpius shook his head again, moving closer to Albus. Albus hugged him while kissing his hair and caressing his hands and arms. "Maybe it looks bad to you, maybe I can never take away the pain and the guilt, but I want you to know that scars are not a sign of weakness, they show how strong you were and endured for many years, and I am very proud of you that you have healed, really Scorpi" Albus kisses Scorpius on the cheek. Scorpius snuggled into Albus for protection, nothing mattered, as long as Albus was there, telling him all those nice things he was happy, happy as he always wanted to be. •

#scorbus #cursed child #scorpius malfoy #hpcc #albus potter #scorpius hyperion malfoy #harry potter #harry potter and the cursed child #albus severus potter #albus severus x scorpius #tw: sh #tw: sh mention #they so fuckin cute i cant #they are so cute #i need a albus in my life

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spookytastemakercolor · 8 months

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Overprotective dad Bob Velseb??? 💳💥💳💥💳💥

Dad knows best!

Dad!Bob velseb x Daughter/Son!Reader

Yesssssssss!!!!!!!!!! You have gotten my interest little Mothling! (And just at the perfect time!) I don't see anything about headcannons so for you I shall give a short story! And I know EXACTLY what to write about! TW this is very gorey and graphic.

Warnings: Blood, gore, cannibalism, nudity, mentions of cheating, Bob being overprotective as hell, dead body, killing, cursing, teeny bit of angst, tooth rotting fluff

The front door slams shut as you run upstairs to your room, tears streaming down your face. The sound of another door slamming in the house rings throughout the halls, Bob wasn't home yet. You were alone in the house, and you found that as a blessing as you cried into your pillow in your room. Bob was going to loose his shit if he found out.......

---- Time skip ----

It was late now, probably 2, before Bob came back home. He dragged a mutilated body with him and smiled crazily " Littl' lamb! I'm home! " his southern accent called out. He got worried and his smile went away when you didn't come and greet him, not even a reply from somewhere in the house! He dragged the body into the blood and guts covered kitchen, which desperately needed to be cleaned, and sighed in relief when he noticed you in the kitchen. " Littl' lamb! There ya' are! Ya' got me worried there when ya' didn't respond..... " he chuckled slightly as he threw the body onto a table that acted as a chopping board for y'all.

" So! Tell me my littl' killer, how'd your date go? " Bob knew you had been raving about a date your boyfriend set up for you two, he didn't approve of him at all but knew he had to accept him just for you. He was about to chop off a arm but stopped and looked over at you worried when you didn't say anything " Littl' lamb? " he asked concerned. You finally showed him your face, tears streamed and fell from your eyes. It looked like you had been crying all day.......

Bob quickly set down the butcher knife and quickly hugged you " Hey hey hey... It's alright littl' lamb. What happened? " he was concerned and also slightly angry, knowing your boyfriend had something to do with this. You hug him close and cry into his chest, not being able to talk without sobbing " H-he...... H-He cheated on me........ " " WHAT!?!?!?!? " Bob screamed, his voice was deep and sounded like a demon out of hell. Oh he was angry. . . . No. That's not the right word. . . . . . . . HE WAS ABSOLUTELY BEYOND WORDS FOR HIS ANGER.

Bob's voice was still deep and demonic as he held you closer than before " What. Did. He. Do. " he demanded a explanation before he went on a absolute murder spree. You sniffled, hugging him closer and starting to explain what happened between crying " H-He took me out to the park....... A-and once we reached the entrance I turned around to kiss him b-but he pushed me away......... " you started crying more as you continued " I-I tried asking h-him what was wrong......... B-but he laughed at me! " You started shaking slightly as Bob tried calming you down " H-He said I was pathetic...... T-that nobody would l-love the kid who's dad's a m-murderer........ H-He....... H-he....... "

Bob shushed you and started comforting you as you broke down, his grip was tight and his voice was comforting and strained " Ya' don't have to continue...... Just calm down littl' lamb.......... Dad's gotcha'........ " he held you close as you cried into him, he was holding himself back from going and killing that boy and hunt down every person related to him. But that could wait, you needed Bob right now.

Slowly Bob calmed you down, still holding you close as you started to feel better but not yet done crying. Bob was using whatever will he still had left not to just go after that boy already, his anger was rising the more he thought about it that he started to mumbled to himself about what he'd do once he got his hands on him. " I swear'. Once I get my hands' on him I'll- " he stopped rambling when he felt you shift in his hold, quickly turning his attention back to you with a soft expression on his face " I-It's fine dad........ Y-You don't need to waste your time like that.......... " your voice was hushed and small as you talked, voice slightly horse as well as you wiped away whatever tears came from your eyes.

Bob wasn't having it thought, he refused to, that boy deserved to be hunted for hurting his littl' lamb. That's when he had a idea. A smug and soft smile over takes his face as he looks at you, softly wiping your remaining tears away as he slowly started to calm down " Littl' lamb, hey, look at me. " you lift your head up towards him, the hug not as restricting as before as a look of curiosity is seen in your eyes. Bob's smile just seems to grow, not being able to restrain his pure excitement over his idea to cheer you up " Why don't I take ya' out for some killin'? Like old times'! " you slowly nodded in agreement, a small smile comes onto your face as the idea brings some joy to your gloomy mood.

" Sure! I just need to get ready! " Bob let's out a short laugh as you quickly leave his hug, running upstairs towards your room to most certainly change into something disposable. He had a soft smile on his face as he turned back to the body on the table, picking back up the butcher knife as he starts cutting up the body to put it in the freezer. As he cuts up the body a sickening smile grows on his face, his eyes going slightly insane as his pupils turn cyan. That BOY was going to suffer for what he did, and he'd make sure of it.

" Ya' messed with the wrong family ya' little bitch....... " He mumbled under his breath as he harshly chopped off the head, the sound of the cervical vertebra breaking instead of splitting only emphasising just how hard he slammed down the butcher knife. Blood sprayed onto him as he looked at the cracked vertebra blankly, his pupils a deep cyan and his smile wide with insanity. " Dad! Really! " the sound of you scolding him for getting blood on himself broke his blank stare, he turned his attention to you and chuckled nervously " I'll change! Don't ya' worry! "

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You both were outside of a all too familiar house, a look of pure confusion on your face as you looked over to Bob. " Dad, what are we doing here?????? " your voice was a whisper as you didn't want to get caught, or worse someone heard you and recorded your conversation. Bob had a soft and nervous smile on his face, looking over to you as he held his signature knife in one had and scratched at his neck with his other hand " I know ya' said you wanted me ta' leave it be, but I can't! He hurt my littl' devil and he needs to pay! So, I thought that if ya' kill him you'd no longer be so sad! "

You looked slightly perplexed at his confession, thinking about it as you tossed your own knife Bob hand made you between your hands. The more you thought about it, the more you wanted to indulge in the idea of killing your now ex more. It only solidified as you heard a door open from his house, and out walked a barbie blonde who waved bye to him from his window. You turn to Bob, adorning a insane smile on your face, as you gripped your knife handle hard in your dominate hand and let out a sinister chuckle " Well, I suppose getting rid of the source of my pain isn't so bad~...... "

Bob's own insane smile took his face, his pupils a nice cyan, and he let out a pleased chuckle when your voice mimicked it's own demonic tone " That's my girl/boy. " his own voice went demonic as you both had equally insane looks on your faces, oh tonight's bonding kill was gonna be F U N. You both made quick work of sneaking into the house and up the stairs towards his room, having to both contain yourselves from just running upstairs and getting to him already. The house was a complete mess which made it slightly difficult to sneak upstairs, various bottles were scattered everywhere and old takeout food or clothes were just strewn all over the place " No wonder he never let me over, it's a fucking mess in here...... " you mumbled with clear disgust, you may have a gory kitchen but it wasn't as bad as your ex's house.

When you made it upstairs his door was slightly cracked open, giving you a chance to hear his conversation he was having with someone over the phone. He let out a laugh as both you and Bob waited outside the door for the right time to strike, it seemed whoever he was talking to was a friend of his " Hahah! Yeah! You should have seen the look on her/his face! Like I'd ever date the literal definition of insane, she/he was absolutely obsessed with me! " that when you realize he was talking about you, more specifically how you had put your entire heart into the relationship and he viewed it as you being obsessed or insane. You didn't need to look over towards Bob to know he was SEETHING, the ever growing feeling of his death stare at the door told you all you needed to know.

" Anyway, I gotta go, Ashely is supposed to be coming over soon. " you almost felt revoltion and anger bubble in your stomach like acid, now having Bob stare at you in wait for if you'd break down the door or not. Ashely was his " ex ", but when he broke up with you she was there to rub in your face they'd been sleeping together since you two started dating. When he hanged up you waited a minute, hearing the light go off so he was in the dark and a twisted smirk came onto your face " Dad, do you think you can keep a eye out for her real quickly? " your voice was hushed as the unmistakable sound of the front door opening and closing is heard, Bob quickly catching on to what you were going to do and sneaking down stairs to " Greet " the new guest.

Slowly you opened the door to his room, your eyes giving you the advantage to see him laying face up on his bed. You had to suppress a scoff and gag as you notice him completely naked on the bed, his pathetic excuse of a manhood on display if the lights were on " Ashely! Why don't you come here~? " You had to control yourself as he called you Ashely, unaware it was you and not her. But you knew it wouldn't be long before he realized it's you, and your insane smile only grew as you made quick work of making your way towards him. You noticed cuffs attached to the headboard and quickly cuffed his wrists to the headboard, him chuckling as he was none the wiser to what was going to happen " Damn, really Ash- " " I'm not Ashely~.......... "

Almost immediately horror took over his face, he sorta freezes in place as he realizes it's you and that he was cuffed to his headboard. Bob ended up coming up the stairs holding something behind his back, giving a sinister and disgusted chuckle at the scene before him in the dark " Well then, shall we give him a gift before we begin? " You found a switch, causing the room to be flooded in red lighting which made you giggle, you moved towards Bob and looked behind his back which draws a excited gasp from you. " Oh yes! That's the perfect gift! " he ended up starting to struggle in the cuffs, causing Bob to get annoyed and quickly make his way over and stab one of his legs still to the bed. A bloodcurdling scream is ripped out of him, Bob's knife tearing through Muscle, tendons, nerves, veins, all the way to the bone which is split right where the knife was stabbed into.

A unmistakable crack was heard with the squelching of blood quickly rushing to the surface and spraying out the wound, no doubt to any of you that his Fibula and Tibia were possibly split from the middle through bone marrow and all. You let out a laugh and made your way over to him as well, making quick work to stab his other leg in the same spot and manner as his other leg, relishing in the scream that's drawn from him as you look to Bob with insanity almost plastered to your grin. " Let's give him his gift! I simply can't wait! " excitement oozed from your voice as your ex started to panic, his legs were most certainly useless and if he struggled he'd probably split the bones of his calves in half more than now. So in hopeless dispair he could only helplessly look between you two, eyes moving rapily between you two as his panic increased " S-Suprise? O-oh god. Please n-no. D-Don't tell m-me tha- "

Before he was able to say much more, Bob moved what he was holding behind his back to your ex's face, causing your ex to pale and almost vomit on the spot at the sight in front of him " Aww~, don't be like that with your G I R L F R I E N D. " in front of your ex was the mutilated head of Ashely, a permanent look of pure horror on her face in the form of a unreleased scream that never escaped her. At the base of her head, through the bloody mess that was there and dripped crimson red darker than a blood moon, her Cervical and part of her Thoracic spine hanged freely with a clean split right where Bob had cut her spine off. You clapped your hand's with glee as you looked at your ex's horrified face, grabbing at the exposed spine hanging from Ashley's cut off head and pulling at it.

The spine came out of her head and neck without much protest, causing the hole it left to pour a river of blood onto the bed with her tounge even falling out onto your ex's lap. Your ex threw up onto himself as Bob laughed and you wrapped the spine on your neck like a scarf, Bob throwing Ashley's head into your ex's lap and giving you a hug while putting pressure onto the knife in his left leg " That suits you so well littl' devil! " Bob said as he twisted the knife the right causing his Fibula and Tibia to actually split in half, a scream that was loud enough to cause you and Bob to cover your ears coming from him as crimson blood came from him like a water fountain. " Y-You're INSANE!!! B-BOTH OF YOU!!!! " you let out a laugh as you got out of Bob's hug and harshly grabbed your ex by the throat, causing him to slightly gasp for air as you were face to face with each other.

Bob leaned against a wall close to the bedroom door, having a smug smile on his face as he decided to let you have this kill for your outing. Your eyes were a deep cyan as you yanked the knife out of his left leg and held it against his chest, you truly looked like Bob's daughter/son in that moment as you adorned his famous smile and crazed eyes that everyone knew " I'm more than insane..... I'm the DEFINITION of insanity. Now. ⱠɆ₮'₴ ₲Ɇ₮ ₮Ø ₮ⱧɆ ₣Ʉ₦ ₱₳Ɽ₮.... "

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The walk back home was filled with laughter and maybe even a buzz of excitement? But it was very evident that both your bloodlust were satisfied and so was your satisfaction of revenge, if anyone needed more proof about that both you and Bob were covered head to toe in blood. Bob let out a content sigh as he wore a relaxed smile on his face as you both walked, looking downward behind you both to what little remained of your ex's body that he was dragging along (I'll spare the details about it.....).

" So my littl' lamb! Feelin' better? " Bob asked you while he looked at you with a small look of nervousness, he didn't want you to be sad after everything you just did to your mutilated and mangled ex's body. But when you gave Bob a relaxed and happy smile as you began to rant about how much fun you had and how you felt better, his nervousness went away as he felt absolutely pleased to know you were better now. He listened intently to your ranting and let out small laughs here and there when you'd reenact things you did, he especially laughed when you mimicked you're ex's crying and screaming finding it funny remembering how girlish it was.

When you finished your rant you were already home outside of the front door, Bob throwing your ex's body into a campfire near the house starting to pour gasoline on it, you let out a sigh and hugged bob from the side as he lit a match. " Thank you Dad....... I couldn't wish for anyone else to be my dad..... " Bob smiled as he handed the lit match to you so you could throw it on your ex, the final act to cut all ties with him, and hugged you back with a slightly tight grip on you. " Of course...... Anythin' for my littl' devil. " You couldn't help but feel absolutely important and loved when Bob said that, you already knew your dad loved you but it's always nice to hear him tell you that sometimes. You threw the match onto your ex's body lighting it ablaze as you and Bob hugged each other, the smell of burning flesh floating in the air but not bothering either of you as you simply enjoyed your father daughter/son moment. Bob wearing a bigger smile than the two of you as he knew that he'd never let another boy near you, he'd kill any boy who dared look you're way and dare speak or break your heart. It's like the old saying-

Father knows best!

So this definitely derailed from what I was originally gonna do (　；∀；). BUT it works and I have very little motivation to go back and rewrite everything..... So! I'm sorry this took so long but I've already explained what was going on in a different post so please don't expect a deadline from me, and I hope you enjoy what I have written! If you have requests you want to ask me to do check out my requests page (Pinned comment with all my rules and comfort level for writing) and for now BYYYYYYEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!

#request #fluff #some angst #tw cursing #dad headcanons #spooky month bob #bob velseb #mentions of gore #tw blo0d #tw dead body #spooky month x reader #x reader #gn reader #i'm back #short story #daughter reader #son reader #tw killing #karma is a bitch

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hannahssimblr · 3 months

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“Clóda,” one stone.

“Clóda,” another.

“Fuck sake,” I murmur to myself, then throw a third, bigger one, which smacks off her window so loudly that I’m briefly paralysed with fear that it has broken the glass. Thankfully it hasn’t. She comes out onto the balcony.

“There you are,” she says quietly, peering down at me in her garden as I drop my handful of stones and wipe the dirt on my thighs.

“Yeah, here I am. This is a bit Shakespearean isn’t it?”

“Huh?”

“Like, you know, 'but soft, what light through yonder window breaks…. Defy thy father, refuse thy name', et cetera,” I pause before clarifying, “Romeo and Juliet, no?”

“Oh, I did The Merchant of Venice for my Junior Cert.”

“I thought you’d have still gotten the reference.”

She leans over the balcony to point to a precarious looking trellis against the wall, “If you climb up that thing you’ll be able to reach me.”

“Right,” I say, and press my foot against the flimsy timber to test my weight, “You know I’m like, nearly thirteen stone?”

“You can try.”

“And if I break it?”

“Hmm, try not to,” she suggests.

“Right,” I brace myself by slotting my fingers into a gap between some brick facade on the side of the house and I haul myself onto the trellis, and it groans but doesn’t give. “I’m good, I think I’m good.”

From there it’s not so bad. I nimbly move up the wall, grab hold of the sun room gutters and grab a hold of the balcony railings, where I find myself thrilled in the way a child is, having climbed somewhere he is not supposed to climb, the king of the castle overlooking his vast land, though I can’t really see much in the dark countryside, save a few car headlights in the distance, the lighthouse flashing over the bay.

“Um, here,” Clóda hisses, and I realise I have briefly forgotten my objective, but the rest is easy, I just swing myself over the railing and I’m up.

“Nice that you’ve a balcony,” I comment, “I don't know many other people who have one of these.”

“We built this house a few years ago, and for some reason I wanted a balcony in my room, I don’t know, I was like, ten, and it was a stupid idea because it’s mostly too cold out here to even make use of.”

“Useful now though, huh?”

She tucks her hair behind her ears and bats her eyelashes at me, “yeah I suppose it is.”

She pushes the door open and we creep into her room where the only light is from the glow of the television screen in the corner. It’s clean, very clean with no clutter or clothes lying around, which always freaks me out for reasons that I cannot explain. The idea that a person would have the interest or discipline to keep their bedroom clean is odd. If a person's bedroom is a mirror to the inside of their mind, then the lack of chaos in hers is foreign and unrelatable.

While she switches on a pink fringed bedside light I throw myself down on the neatly tucked duvet just so that I can mess it up a little bit, to mark my territory like some kind of wild dog let loose in a palace. I peer at her CD collection and mess that up too by pulling one out and showing it to her, “Jesse McCartney, huh? You a fan?”

She goes pink and grabs it out of my hand, “Yeah I used to be, I dunno, not so much anymore, I don’t know why I still have that.”

I grab another, “Who are the Jonas Brothers?”

“Oh, they’re-”

“That guy in the middle has a pretty wild haircut, would you fancy me with that?”

“No,” she giggles and takes that CD off me too, then slots them carefully back where they were, “I have some silly stuff, I probably shouldn’t have it all out.”

“Nah, well, look, you have some great stuff here, how ‘bout this? Black Holes and Revelations? I love this album, you know I saw Muse live last year.”

The mattress sinks as she sits next to me, “Really? Was it when they came to Ireland?”

“Nah it was in the states.”

Her eyes flash with intrigue, “like, America?”

“Mm, yeah.”

“That’s so cool.”

“Is it?”

“Yeah, that you just, like, go to America and stuff. I don’t know anybody who’s gone to America yet, and I want to go so badly.”

I shrug, “well you should, then.”

“How often do you go?”

“Not often, I was there last year and then before that…” I try to remember, “I think I was maybe twelve. It takes a long time to get to where I’m going, you know, from here you can only get to New York and then you have to get a connecting flight and all of that,” thinking about the ordeal of it exhausts me, but Clóda is leaning forward in fascination, as hearing the words ‘New York’ come out of my mouth has sent a thrill through her.

“What do you go for?”

“Just to visit family and stuff.”

“You’ve family there?”

“Of course, did you not know that my dad is American?”

She frowns, “Well you sound a little bit American but I thought… I don’t know, really, I thought you were putting it on or something.”

“What, like, for attention?”

“I don’t know,” she shakes her head, impatient, “where do you go?”

“Well… I’ve some family in California and some in New Mexico, which is like, a state in the southwest, kinda wedged between Texas and California, if you can imagine that on a map,” I leave out poor Arizona just to make it easier on her, because nobody here knows what the hell a New Mexico, (‘no, no not Mexico, New Mexico’) is so it’s best to keep it concise.

Clóda is nodding vigorously, “California, like, LA.”

“Kind of. Like, my dad comes from a place called San Bernardino, which is-” I take her wrist and trace a line on the soft skin of her inner arm, “-to the east of LA, say, an hour or two away, depending on the traffic, yeah? And then his family, like his aunts and uncles and their parents, who we used to visit sometimes, they’re living in a place way up north,” I run a gentle trail all the way up to the sleeve of her t-shirt, “to the very tip top of the Sacramento valley in this rugged, gold rush town…” I lift my eyes to her and she’s staring at my hand, following the motion of my finger as I skim the tip of it over her shoulder and across the taut skin of her collarbone. I prepare myself to say more sexy things about the Sacramento river and the rolling hills and the central valley and whatever else I usually bang on about whenever someone asks, but she looks into my eyes and says: “Is there an Abercrombie where you go?”

“Huh?”

“Abercrombie and Fitch.”

I frown, “Yeah?”

“Oh, wow.” She pushes me onto my back and lays on top of me, gazing down at me with fervid glitter in her eyes, “If you go back to America this year, could you buy me something from there?”

I search in her eyes for some sign that she’s joking and determine that she isn’t. She really wants me to do that. “Yep, sure,” I say.

“Ah, that’d be amazing. You know the way they have those bags too? The ones with the black and white pictures of the guys' bodies on them? Well there was a girl in my class who…”

And I zone out and I stop listening to her as she talks about laminating the bags and carrying school books in them, and I wonder if she will even notice the glazed over look in my eyes as I let my eyes unfocus and stare into the middle distance between her and her pastel pink walls and ask myself some serious questions.

Do I like her?

She’s pretty though.

Sure, she’s pretty but is she fun?

She likes Muse.

She’s not even very nice though, is she? She’s said a few weird things in the past.

Yeah but I’ve had sex with her now.

I can’t really stop talking to her or anything, can I? That’d mean I’m a dickhead.

But would I rather be a dickhead or be miserable?

Maybe both outcomes will make me miserable. Maybe I’m just pre-programmed to be a miserable person. Or am I just cursed?

I zone back in for a moment, “...and then Mr. Brennan confiscated all of them, and there was this whole thing where the parents council…” What is happening?

“Uh huh,” I say, “Uh huh… uh huh, what? That’s crazy,” God she is really pretty though, the kind of pretty that’s hard to find, and it’s not like there’s anyone else around, is there? It’d be awkward to stop seeing each other now with two whole weeks left of the summer.

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#lucky boy #is he miserable or just cursed?#I had so much fun doing this chapter agsdhjasg #i built that entire house and only used literally one room oh well #but it's fine #i used to be terrified of building in sims but now it's my fave thing to do so I was fine with it #tw: sex mention

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w3ird0s-0rgans · 11 days

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The sneak peak snippet of the video I'm making with the 'puppets'

(I'm playing out a ao3 fic for the fun of it)

(Sorry if my voice is goofy or slurred I have speech problems)

#postal #postal 2 #postal dude #postal fanfic #i make weird decisions so you dont have to #it took 5 hours to edit a 4 minute video wtf #tw vomit #tw cursing #tw voice reveal lmaooooo #tw mention of drugs

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simply-ask-games · 6 months

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guys please I need to know :(

#polls for the masses!#poll #tumblr polls #tw cursing #hell mention #<- sorta??#asterisk’s little games :)

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samijami · 2 months

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OK SO IF NEX FUCKING DIED NOT BECAUSE OF THE HEAD TRAUMA, THEN WHAT THE FUCK KILLED THEM??

Did they drop dead for no reason?!??

It is KNOWN that they were forced to walk around afterwards and the school refused to call a ambulance because of the transphobia. They were released from the hospital too early and that's bullshit.

They dropped DEAD the NEXT DAY after getting their head bashed into the floor repetitively, A STATEMEMT MADE BY THE SCHOOL AND THEIR FAMILY, 'THEY WERE ATTACKED IN THE BATHROOM; RELATED TO RELENTLESS BULLYING REGARDING GENDER IDENTITY AND THE RECENT PRO-LGBTQ+ TEACHER'S RESIGNMENT DUE TO LIBS ON TIKTOK'

Are you going to ignore that?

I've not seen this supposed 'video' but I'm certain, if it exists, you are heavily misinterpreting it. Offensively so.

I am pissed off at you for your opinions on gender, the comments you have made on my posts attacking me, and now for you sticking your head so far up your ass you think that you are even ALLOWED to have an opinion regarding a DEAD CHILD and their gender identity. You are not allowed to have a fucking opinion on this.

You're no allowed to have an opinion on ANYTHING. Fuck off, terf shit

Please report this asshole now, I'm not mentioning them cuz I don't feel like getting attacked more

EDIT: READ THIS. NEX WAS ATTACKED. THIS IS PROPAGANDA

#tw cussing #tw cursing #tw caps #tw capital letters #tw transphobes #tw death mention #tw child death #nex benedict #justice for nex benedict #trans kids #protect trans kids #trans rights #tw harassment #tw child harm

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galaxygermdraws · 5 months

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So I have this canvas of Secret Life Session 7 art ideas and this is the only one I've managed to like. Finish. Uh. Very unwell about the Skizz and Tango E7. Very unwell about them. Especially if like. You read Skizz hurting Tango as sort of a mercy thing like "it's better if I do this because I won't hurt you as much as the others on this server". Even if he. Didn't KILL Tango...But I don't know if Tango would care at that point. Given he straight up went "I trusted you" as if that trust was broken.

(reblogs with tags/comments are appreciated. Thankyu)

#secret life smp #trafficblr #secret life spoilers #skizzleman #tangotek #tw blood #tw bright colors #tw eye contact #tw death mention #ask to tag #germdraws #germ draws #yes the purple is sposed to be the boogey curse #and the red ofc. is being a red life #i just. i have a lot of thoughts about them and their weird thing.#they make each other worse a little bit i think

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sevcasejay1chicago · 9 months

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Can get a Kelly x reader where the reader is a new paramedic and she and Kelly get close and Stella( no hate towards her) doesn't like it because they recently just broke up and so she tries to steer the reader away from Kelly but fails

Tension- Kelly Severide

Warnings: mentions drinking, a few curse words

Author note: Sorry that I’m just getting to these requests. I’ve been in a total writers block and depression. I hope this is what you were looking for. It’s not proof read, but I wanted to get it to you as quickly as possible. ❤️

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You have never been more excited to have a permanent position. You had a love/hate relationship with being in the floater pool, but you’ve always loved 51. You befriended everyone pretty quickly and hung out at Molly’s with them when you could. Once Gabby left, you were quick to ask Chief Boden for the position, which he immediately granted you.

Now, after four months of being here, you have found that since this house is tight knit, tension can rise quickly. You feel it in the air when Stella and Kelly are in the same room, but you assume it’s got to do with the way they act toward each other on the job. Kelly is hard on Stella when it comes to decisions she makes as a Lieutenant. You had no idea that they had just broken up because Kelly openly flirts with you any time you are in the room with him. You are more than happy to reciprocate, but you had no idea that Stella and Kelly were an item. At Molly’s, Stella is always behind the bar and you have never witnessed anything that would make you think they were a couple.

Now that you are in the same house and on the same schedule, you find yourself around Kelly all the time. He normally has an arm around somebody or is flirting with someone in some way, so you don’t think anything about it. Then, one night when you are decently tipsy, Kelly pulls you into his lap to keep away a guy who has been staring at you all night. You didn’t notice the man, but Kelly had caught on hours ago, and it looked like his friends were pushing him to come talk to you. That ceased when Kelly pulled you into his lap and you immediately leaned in like you were meant to be there.

Meanwhile, Stella is staring wide eyed at the interaction. Kelly hardly ever protected her from guys that were staring, but she was also very independent. The thought that Kelly never really loved her crossed her mind and instantly Stella was seeing red. You were taking Kelly from her, but she wasn’t going to let that happen.

Across the bar, you tilted your head back as you finished your drink before turning your head to face Kelly. Kelly was looking at Matt, who just continued to talk, not surprised at the situation since Kelly told him of his crush on you a couple days prior.

“I’m gonna get another drink. You guys want anything?” You asked, using Kelly’s leg as support as you stood, wavering just for a second.

“I think we should head out.” Kelly said, pulling you to stand in between his legs. “Maybe go grab a water and close your tab while I get the car?” Kelly said, like it was a suggestion, but he was actually telling you what to do as he slipped you his card.

You shook your head. “I’m not ready.” You whined, looking to Matt for help. He was no help at all. Just smiling and watching the moment unfold. When you met Kelly’s eyes again, he was giving you a look that said he meant business. “Fiiiine.” You whined, taking the card. “At least your paying.” You said before waving goodbye to Matt and approaching Stella at the bar.

“Closing out?” Stella asked, restraining herself from being hostile to you.

“Yep. Here’s the card.” You said, handing Kelly’s credit card over.

Stella had to take a deep breath when she saw who’s card it was. She swiped it and then started to hand it back to you, stopping it from sliding across the bar with a hand over it. “You know, Kelly just what’s to fuck you, right? Don’t think he actually cares for you. That’s just his game. Pay for your drinks, offer you a ride home, sleep with you, and then you are old news.” Stella said, knowing it was all lies, but also knowing that if you did like Kelly, you were the date to marry type and this wouldn’t fly.

You forced tears at bay as you looked down at the card that Stella still had trapped on the bar. “Uh, thanks for the warning. Can I have a bottled water please?” You asked, wanting her attention off you.

“Sure thing.” Stella said, tapping the card on the counter before handing it back to you. When her back was turned, you wiped your eyes and took a few breaths. “Here yah go. Have a good night and be safe.” Stella said, handing you the water with a glint in her eyes.

You nodded, not trusting your voice as you turned and walked out the door. Kelly was leaning against his car next to the passenger door when you came out.

“Hey.” He said, noticing the tears in your eyes. “You alright?” He came toward you and took your face in his hands to force you to look him in the eyes.

The alcohol made you more emotional and you just let the words tumble out. “Are you just trying to get in my bed?” You asked, tears slipping down your face and swallowing shock as you saw the hurt look cross Kelly’s face.

“What? No.” Kelly said, shaking his head. “That’s all behind me now. Who even told you about that part of my past?” Kelly asked, stepping back to try and reel in his anger.

“Stella warned me.” You mumbled, wiping the tears away.

Kelly blew out a breath and shook his head. “No. Stella knows that’s not who I am anymore. We just broke up, but it wasn’t because of that.” Kelly explained, leading you to the car. Once he had you sitting down and knew you weren’t in danger of tipping over, he crouched to meet your eyes. “She was becoming distant and honestly, I fell for you as soon as you walked into 51. At the time, I thought I was in love with Stella, but I now realize we were just each others life lines.” Kelly said, taking your face in his hands. “We don’t have to be together right now. I’m okay with just being your friend if that’s what you want, but I love you. You make me want to be better and if that means waiting for you, then that’s what I’ll do.” Kelly said, wiping the tears from your eyes.

“Kelly.” You whispered, bottom lip trembling. “I-I don’t know what to say. I felt a connection too, but what if it’s too early? What if I’m not all that you think I am?” You asked, very self conscious as you compared yourself with Stella.

“I told you I would wait.” Kelly replied. “We’ve known each other for years. Yeah, we haven’t been close until the last few months, but I knew the very first time you walked into the apparatus floor that there could be something and now, I’m certain. So I’ll wait. I’ll prove myself to you and I’ll do whatever you need me to, but I’ll wait. I promise.” Kelly said, standing to kiss your forehead before helping you buckle up. “Now, drink your water and I’m going to drive you home. I’ll make sure you are settled and then I am going home. Will you be alright?” Kelly asked once he got into the drivers seat.

“Yeah. I’ll be alright.” You confirmed, cracking the bottle of water open and taking a few sips. “And Kelly.”

“Yeah?” He replied, carefully pulling onto the road.

“I love you too.” You said, taking his hand.

#one chicago #one chicago x reader #kelly severide #fluff #matt casey #kelly severide x reader #stella kidd #tw mentions drinking #tw cursing #Stella is jealous #Matt is amused #Kelly is a total sweetheart

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