#tw:murder

[kingkatsuki]

Robots | Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐬 - 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲.

Kinktober masterlist.

This is my submission to @strawberry-nugget​‘s Perfect Girl collab. Please check out the masterlist here! The first part beneath was actually written by her too it’s so so good💕 

This entire thing was basically inspired by Alesana - The Artist. It’s completely different from anything I’ve ever tried to write before, and I really hope the dark vibes come through and the flashbacks aren’t too confusing! If its not your cup of tea that’s totally fine, I just really wanted to try and get this down on paper. This was supposed to be such a cyberpunk collab and I made it so dark I’M SORRY!

Summary: Bakugou always loved you, even in death. With cutting edge technologies making it possible to bring people back to life, maybe he wouldn’t have to prepare himself to actually let you go. 

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x robot!reader.

Warnings: 18+, italics used as flashbacks, not proofread!, mentioned murder, strangulation, android/robot decapitation, Bakugou is obsessively in love with us, yandere!Bakugou, cheating (hinted), sex with robots? Cause we’re a robot I guess?😂, creampie.

Word Count: 2.8k.

“I remember things from human life” The voice says. Monotonously, like it’s irrelevant and bleak. “I remember how water feels against your hands and how it feels to step on endless fields of grass. And the way lips swell after a kiss. And how they shrink after”

He chuckles. The sound is so throaty that even he can’t pin it as real. There’s nothing real around him nevertheless. Perhaps it’s you standing before him that’s deceiving; it doesn’t stop his heart from burning in his chest, but it’s your image that hurts- then again, these days, everything hurts.

There’s this echo that surrounds him that’s similar to what lingers after a fight. Yet, this time, he has not been the one on the receiving end of a smile and he’s not the one who claps back with an angry click of his tongue. There’s silence. Lack of emotion.

A cluster sound of disaster in the background doesn’t scare you, it doesn’t even make you flinch- more so blink.

“Do you remember anything?” He asks but a voice on the break of tears and crying shall never come out the way one wants it. At least there are no bags under your eyes to indicate a rainfall on your cheeks

“I remember you” He thinks he hears

And silence fills the void of a second in space and time, or even how much it takes for him to process what you said

“At least I think she does. The memories of her brain that are installed into my hard drive are too be vague according to-”

By the time rivers spill in tears of love from his eyes the droid before him looks anything but you. It’s still your voice, Your eyes, your lips, your hair but he misses the way your eye would gleam and how you’d smile.

“We did our best to save her, Dynamight.” The words echoed in his ears as he watched them work on you. Tools digging into the cogs at the back of your neck as your lashes flickered erratically. Glitching in front of him as he took a tentative step closer, focused on you as though you were the only one in the room.

“We’ve implanted her memories, but some of the fragments have disintegrated through the transfer, so there is a chance the fusion could be unsuccessful.” The scientist spoke as Bakugou raised a palm to stroke your cheek.

“I thought you said you could do it.” Bakugou rasped back, his patience wearing thin.

He’d already spent too long without you.

Bakugou hadn’t been ready to lose you yet, not after everything you’d been through together. So desperately in love with you that he couldn’t imagine living without you, breathing without you. Some would say he’d sold his soul to the devil as he contacted a Scientific corporation set deep in the criminal underbelly in Musutafu to try and keep you alive. If anyone were to find out the number two Pro was doing unscrupulous dealings with the criminals he was tasked to apprehend he would surely lose his entire career, even if he was doing it for one reason and one reason alone— love.

“We can- I mean that is, we have, Dynamight.” The man continued, “But these technologies are new and still advancing, we don’t know how unstable they are and with little trials-”

Bakugou stopped listening as he allowed his thumb to trail across your lips, feeling his heart hammer against his ribcage as he felt the love for you continuing to swirl around him.

“I’m taking her home.” Bakugou cut the man off, uninterested in anything else he had to say. It didn’t matter, not when you were finally reunited, you were finally his again.

“She isn’t ready, we still need to-” Bakugou delved into his jacket pocket to thrust a wad of money against the man’s chest as he staggered back from the force. Glancing down at the money as he held it in his arms before sighing softly.

“Just keep an eye on it.” He muttered.

“Her.” Bakugou snarled.

“Her,” The scientist was quick to correct himself, “And if there’s anything unusual just call me.”

It felt good to have you home again, to share the same bed. The number of lonely nights he’d spent without you in his arms had been unbearable, the thought of losing you completely was too much to bear.

He should’ve been quicker, if he’d just made it to the crime scene on time he’d have been there to save you. No matter how many times Kirishima and Midoriya would say to him that it wouldn’t have mattered, that you were dead for hours, the body was already cold. Dynamight still should’ve done something.

“You gonna protect me, Dynamight.” You laughed, taking a sip of your drink as you swayed to the music thumping through the speakers in the dingy dive bar, “Keep me safe from all the creeps in here?”

“I’d do anything for you,” He replied simply.

You looked the same, pretty eyes staring back at him as he pressed a soft kiss to your lips. You even smelled the same, although that could be the essence of your perfume he’d doused you in to try and surround himself with you again. But there was a difference that Bakugou couldn’t seem to come to terms with, something that no matter how hard he tried filled him with a sick sense of dread.

You were cold.

And not like the cold he used to experience when you’d put your feet on his calves in bed, giggling as he tried to push you away. This was a chill that ran straight through you, permeating your insides as it made it feel like you weren’t even real.

“We’re working on that,” They’d told him the first time he’d questioned it, the scientists clearly aware of all the drawbacks of this new technology, “There are many issues that can always be solved with a software or hardware upgrade, she’ll be perfect eventually.”

But even with all the faults, being with you was still better than being alone. Clinging to your body as you lay with him at night, his face pressed into the curve of your neck as he spooned your smaller frame. The length of him almost curled around you as he let his hands wander, pressing into the plush skin of your hips as he let himself have the first night of peaceful sleep he’d had in weeks.

Of course, the good times were short-lived, the dreams slowly turning to nightmares as he was plagued with past memories that infiltrated his consciousness and turned dark.

“Bakugou, Bakugou— please, don’t do this. I’m sorry, I can’t— no, please.” The terrifying sound of your voice still repeated in his ears, hearing it in his nightmares.

He’d been selfish, selling his soul to the devil in the desperate hope of keeping you alive. He wasn’t ready to let you go.

How could he ever be ready to let you go when you were his entire world?

“Missed you so much, sweetheart,” He murmured, a hand tentatively reaching up to palm your soft breast, “Did you miss me too?”

“Yes, Bakugou.”

“Call me Katsuki.” The faintest hint of a snarl flashed across his features as you called him by his given name.

“Yes, Katsuki.”

“That’s my good girl,” He hummed, leaning down to take one of your nipples between his lips, “My perfect girl.”

“Man, you gotta leave her alone.” Kirishima stepped into his office without knocking, causing his friend to growl as he kept his head buried in paperwork, “She put the restraining order in this morning, it’s about to get signed off.”

“She doesn’t know what she’s thinking,” Bakugou dismissed, “She’s not well.”

“She‘s scared, man.” Kirishima tried to reason with his friend, “She doesn’t want to be with you.”

“Shut the fuck up, you don’t know shit.” Bakugou snarled, standing up from the desk as papers flew in all directions. His palms crackled as he activated his quirk, Kirishima taking a slow step back as he prepared to brace for impact.

“I know she just wants to be happy,” Kirishima replied solemnly, “So why don’t you let her?”

“Shitty hair’s a fuckin’ idiot, ain’t that right princess?” Bakugou murmured, pressing his forehead to your own as he plunged into your tight cunt, trying to remember how warm you used to feel when your walls clung to his fat cock— now you just felt cold.

Bakugou released a heavy breath through his nose as he began a languid pace, hands mapping out your body as though he was rediscovering your body. Checking it for any differences that he had yet to notice, but you were the same. Even down to the exact shade of your areola as your nipples peeked from the stroke of his calloused thumbs.

“Missed this, sweetheart,” He hummed, ruby eyes watching his cock plunge in and out of your tightness, “Missed you.”

“Yeah,” You replied robotically, eyes staring up at him vacantly.

“I know you’re still in there, princess.” Bakugou’s warm palm cupped your cheek, his thumb gripping your chin to try and search your irises to find your soul. The scientists said most of your memories would stay intact during the transfer, and Bakugou only hoped that meant only the good would remain, “I know you love me fuckin’ this pretty pussy.”

“I do,” You sighed, “Feels good.”

“Yeah?” Bakugou replied smugly, increasing his pace as he began to fuck into your pliant walls with more vigour, the lewd paps of his hips meeting yours filled the room but it was different. No longer the sound of skin against skin as it was more akin to parts rubbing together. Like the sound of him fucking into his fleshlight on those lonely nights alone when he wished you were with him. The times during the night when he’d tried to call you over, to be with you or even just hear the sound of your voice.

“Please, leave me alone.” You pleaded on the phone to him, your voice hoarse from the amount you’d cried, “My boss let me go today because he said he didn’t want to be threatened by Dynamight.”

“It was just a one-night stand, you knew that.” You continued, “I told you when I left in the morning I wasn’t looking for anything serious.”

“Yeah, but we had something special that night.”

“We had nothing, Bakugou.” You cried, “We are nothing. Please, stop calling me.”

You hung the phone up as your words ruminated, repeating in Bakugou’s mind. You did have something, something wonderful. It wasn’t his fault that you couldn’t see that, that he needed to convince you. And he would.

Slipping his boots on as he left his home to see you, ignoring the incoming call from Kirishima as he turned off his phone so that he was untraceable as he moved through the quiet streets of Musutafu.

“You feel so good, sweetheart.” Bakugou groaned, moving your arms to wrap around his waist as he continued his sloppy pace. Burying his cock inside you to the hilt as he peppered kisses against your neck, “So perfect for me.”

Bakugou's warm breath fanned against your face as he pressed his weight against your body, fooling himself that the heat was radiating from you. Remembering how it felt when you'd rake your nails along the apex of his back, leaving crimson lines in their wake.

Your breasts began to bounce as his pace became more erratic, uncaring about how merciless his movements were becoming as the blunt head of his cock plunged against your cervix with each ferocious thrust. His balls tightening as he found himself reaching his peek, standing at the edge of the cliff as he prepared to fall over the edge. His crimson eyes bore into your own as he pressed a wet kiss to your pouty lips.

“I love you.” He whispered gruffly, his nose bumping your own as he continued his rough pace.

"Wha?" You hummed, the slightest scrunch to your nose indicated that the real you was still there somewhere, wracking your brain for the memories that would aid you in this stiuation. Memories that would help you recall what was happening right now, how you felt-

“Say it back.” Bakugou barked harshly.

“I don’t know-” The words weren’t wired to your programming when you thought about him, the man that held your heart was no longer here.

You couldn’t describe the sensation- it felt as though you were no longer here but you were still entirely present. Wondering whether you may be a ghost as you stared up at the familiar ceiling inside Bakugou’s room, and maybe you were. Just a ghost holding on to superficial memories that no longer mattered, not when you weren't here- or were you?

The memories you had with Bakugou certainly felt otherworldly, remembering the drunken night you’d spent with him while you’d been on a break with Shindo Yo. A tangled mess of limbs as you spent the night in Bakugou’s arms before leaving the next morning.

The one-night stand may have been just that for you, but to Bakugou it solidified your feelings for him. And his feelings for you intensified, texting Kirishima that you were going to be moving in with him.

Kirishima[8.04AM]: That’s great man, but don’t think you should be moving that fast?

Bakugou[8.05AM]: Why not when I know she’s the one?

Bakugou[8.06AM]: I’m going to be late to work this morning, I’m going to try and find a ring.

Kirishima[8.08AM]: Bro, I really don’t think that’s a good idea.

Kirishima[8.20AM]: Can I at least meet her first?

Kirishima[9.30AM]: Kats?

Kirishima[3.01PM]: Bro? Text me back. You’ve never missed work?

“Say it,” He snarled, his hips knocking against the backs of your thighs as the sound of his balls slapped against your ass, “Tell me you love me.”

I love you, I love you, I love you repeated in your head. The memories beginning to come back as you felt them enter your consciousness, surrounding you with that feeling of adoration as the words flew from your lips.

“I love you, Yo.” If only you’d been honest with your feelings and allowed him to love you as you deserved, none of this would be happening right now.

"What?" Bakugou growled, "No- Katsuki. I told you to call me Katsuki."

"Katsuki?" You repeated the word as if it were foreign on your tongue.

You were broken, you had to be. He was the only one that should hold your heart, not him. But at least now he’d have you forever, the man who you’d claimed was your boyfriend Shindo Yo, Pro-Hero Grand, was now incarcerated in Tartarus for life for committing your murder. Even his best friend Kirishima seemed uneasy about that verdict, knowing Bakugou was more than capable of killing you— thinking an innocent man was now behind bars paying for his crimes no matter how many times Bakugou would try to convince him that he didn’t do it.

"You're mine," He growled, grinding his teeth, "You'll always be mine."

“What did you do?” Kirishima looked at his best friend nervously as he sat behind the desk in his office sorting through paperwork.

“What do you mean?” Bakugou didn’t look up as he signed the bottom of a mission report.

“Man, I got like 8 voicemails from her last night. Did you go to her house?" Kirishima asked as he lingered in front of Bakugou's desk.

“You’re a Pro-Hero and she had your number, she was probably looking for help with something.” Bakugou scoffed.

“She sounded petrified, though. Did you say something to her?”

“I didn’t do shit.” Bakugou snarled, "It's probably that prick Grand, he's enough to upset anyone."

“Where were you last night, man?” Kirishima continued, “Your secretary said you were out on patrol but I didn’t see you anywhere.”

“You fuckin’ following me now?” Bakugou growled.

“No,” Kirishima mumbled, “But it’s not like you to disappear like that.”

“I didn’t disappear, I was doin’ my fuckin’ job.”

At least now Bakugou could identify why the cold sensation of your android body upset him so much, it was because this is how cold your body felt on the day he murdered you. The chill encapsulated you as he watched the life slowly drain from your eyes as they held the same distant gaze you held now.

There was a morbid news report playing in the foyer of Dynamight’s agency as Kirishima made his way in to see his best friend, the same report had been on a loop on the channel all morning as he’d dropped his coffee mug on the kitchen floor. Breaking off into shards as the hot liquid scorched his skin, but nothing could conceal the feeling of dread he’d felt hearing the words as he began to try and call Bakugou’s cell phone with no response. 

A body has been found in the early hours of this morning at the residence of the current number thirty Pro-Hero Grand. Police and forensics are still investigating the scene, but the death is being treated as suspicious. The body is thought to be that of his girlfriend, a civilian who was also working beneath the recently retired Pro-Hero Manual at his agency here in Musutafu. We will have more information when it becomes available.

The mechanical robot in front of him is now like a macabre mausoleum, capturing you in time for eternity. It was as though even in death you didn’t want him to be happy, even now you wanted him to suffer.

“Fuckin’ bitch,” Bakugou felt his large palms weaving around your neck as he continued thrusting into your pliant body, fingers pinching against your jugular as he increased the pressure, “Sayin’ his name when you’re with me now? You’re mine, you were always mine.”

Except this time there was no colour draining from your face, your eyes were already gone.

You were already gone.

Bakugou's eyes were almost as vacant as your own as he managed to rip your head clean off your neck in a sheer display of power and brute strength. Calloused palms heated up as the rage continued scorching through his body, melting the fake skin and wearing it down to the cogs and gears inside you, showing him who you really were.

A machine.

Bakugou gave a few more messy thrusts as he came inside your pliant walls, painting them white with his release. Pulling out of your spent cunt with a groan, his warm spend spilling from your ruined hole as it dribbled onto the bed. Leaving you lying motionless much like you had the last day he saw you alive, the last day he got to hold you.

“You fuckin’ made me do it, I didn’t want to do this,” Bakugou mumbled, a stray tear trickling down his cheek as the lifeless, lax android version of you lay broken atop his sheets. This time there was no blood, just broken cogs and the toxic stretch of burning silicone, "I just wanted us to be together forever."

Picking up his cell phone Bakugou searched for the science lab's contact number, hearing the familiar ring until the call connected.

“Hey Dynamight, is everything okay?”

“The transfer was unsuccessful.” Bakugou snarled, “Try again.”

#tw:murder #trigger:murder #trigger:death #tw:death #bakugou x reader #bakugou smut #yandere bakugou x reader #yandere!bakugou #yandere Bakugou smut #kinktober #yandere bakugou #kinktober 2022 #flashing lights

[dross-the-fish]

personally I'd love to see your even scarier and gorier art. The way people come into your inbox talking about your art being "too scary" or "too dark" when you are illustrating characters and concepts from *horror novels* boggles my mind.

in all fairness it's kind of my own doing. most of what I write or draw on this blog is fluff. It tends to be very indulgent, feel good drabbles and doodles. Which I like as much as anyone but I feel like it has given the impression that my characters and AU are softer than they actually are. Here's an example of one of the more "scary" sketches I did. it's just concept art for now but it's the scene where Hyde murders Carew. I headcanon that Edward's shape isn't totally static, that's part of why no one can really pinpoint what's "wrong" about him, because he slides a scale between human and inhuman depending on his mood. This is directly a result of Edward being what Henry makes of him. The more Henry thinks of him as a monster the more monstrous he can become and the harder it is for Henry to control Edward's impulses, which are his own impulses. I picture this is the first time Henry really lost control and was shocked to find himself in that state, barely human, nothing but wordless instinct and a deep burning hatred the likes of which he had never imagined himself capable.

#tw:gore #tw:violence #tw:murder #edward hyde #jekyll and hyde

[semisgroupie]

kinktober special fic: ghostface!aizen sosuke

ghostface!aizen sosuke x fem. reader

wc: 4.3k

warnings: mentions of murder, knife play, mask, manipulation (in typical mansplain, manipulate and male wife aizen style), unprotected sex, creampie, filming, threats, hair pulling, serial killer!aizen, praise, slight degradation, he’s pretty condescending, slight ass play, spanking, self blaming, self doubt, death (no main characters), he cuts your clothes off you, blood play (he cuts you and licks the blood away), reader is called kitten, oral sex (f!receiving), fingering (f!receiving), blackmail, spit, tears

synopsis: oh no! there’s a killer on the loose and he’s already killed half your friends! who could he be? and could you be his next victim?

He knew it would be easy to string you along but he didn’t think it would be this easy.

Maybe it was due to him being such a good liar or maybe it was because of your love for him, but whatever it was he hoped that it would continue to last.

The past few months have been filled with fear, grief and death. Death is always a normal thing that happens in life but when there’s a deranged serial killer targeting everyone in your town, there’s cause for alarm.

Most of your friends have been targeted and killed by this freak that wore a ghostface mask, one after one and you didn’t know when they were going to strike next or who would be next. Luckily you had one person you could rely on to keep you safe during this time, your boyfriend. You met Sosuke your senior year of high school and have been dating since then. He was always there to be a shoulder for you to cry on when these murders started. He would always sneak into your room and comfort you until you fell asleep. He knew everything about you, your mother who passed away in a car accident when you were only five years old, your father and his crippling gambling addiction which led to his absence in your life, your aunt who raised you like her own daughter until she passed, he knew everything. It was easy to trust him and it was easy to fall in love with him.

Sosuke was the perfect man. He was kind, considerate, intelligent, handsome, just any kind of man a girl would dream of. Throughout the four years you two have been together he was always like that, you two never got into arguments, never got angry with each other, your relationship was the perfect relationship.

Here he was next to you, holding you in his arms while you rambled to your heart’s content. Once you were done he pressed a soft kiss to your temple and rubbed your sides. “How about we watch a movie? You can pick it out and I’ll go make us some popcorn then we can have some more distracting fun.” His fingers tickled along your sides and didn’t stop until you were able to pry his fingers off you. “Okay, okay, just no more tickling.” You looked up at him, meeting his soft brown eyes that always made you melt. “Fine, no more tickling for now.” He pressed his lips against yours then got up to head downstairs to the kitchen. You turned on your tv and scrolled through the channels to find something interesting.

During your search, you heard some loud noise in the kitchen and you quickly got up to check on him but you tripped over something. You hit the floor with a thud and looked back to see what it could have been, Sosuke’s bag. You stood up and took the strap of his bag to move it to a safer corner of your room. You looked down at the bag as you carried it and your curiosity piqued. You were never the type to go through his things but you had to see what that thing inside his bag was. You quickly looked over at your door and once you made sure he wasn’t there you opened up his bag more and rummaged through. Your hand touched something wet and you gripped onto the object and took it out the bag.

Your eyes widened and your heart stopped as you looked at what was in your hand. A ghostface mask covered in blood, you brought your other hand and dragged your fingers along the blood that was there. Some of it was old but some was fresh. You dropped it and let it hit the floor. It couldn’t be him, there’s no way it could be him, he was at the funerals with you, hell he even shed a few tears. It wasn’t Sosuke, it couldn’t have been. He wasn’t a cold blooded killer, he wouldn’t kill your friends, but why did he have the bloody mask?

Your bedroom door opened up and there he was. “So I rummaged through your cabinets and I was only able to find one package of popcorn but here it is. Did you choose the—” he lifted his head from the popcorn and saw the expression on your face, his eyes darted down and saw the mask on the floor next to his bag. “Fuck.” He set the bowl of popcorn down and combed his fingers through his hair. “What do you want me to say? Want me to come up with some bullshit excuse or do you want me to tell you the truth?”

Your heart sank to the pit of your stomach, there’s no way he could be so calm about this. He took a few steps closer to you and you were frozen in place. He kneeled down to pick up the mask and held it in his hand, admiring it almost. “Sosuke, why would you kill them? They were our friends! How could you attend their funerals knowing what you did?” Tears began streaming down your face as you questioned him but he remained unphased. He waited for you to stop before taking a deep breath in.

“First off, they were your friends, not mine. Yes, we were all together but it didn’t mean anything to me and I had my reasons. You don’t understand the adrenaline rush you get when you watch the life drain from someone’s eyes, it’s indescribable. But isn’t it better that you know the truth now? Now, you don’t have to worry about being the next victim because I would never hurt you. I love you and I’m sorry I lied to you but now you know the truth.” He reached a hand out to hold yours and you pulled it away quickly. “I should’ve expected that. But I was thinking that we could have a new life, start somewhere fresh where it’s just you and me. Don’t say that you don’t want that.”

“How could you say that? How could you think that I would still want to be with you? You need to go to jail, you’re sick in the head. All of our — no, all of my friends are dead because of you! I hate you Sosuke, I could never love someone like you.” You stepped away from him and took a few steps to leave your room but his hand gripped your wrist and pulled you back. The look on his face was different, one that you couldn’t recognize. It sent a chill down your spine, was this the version of Sosuke your friends saw before they died?

“Do you really think they’ll believe you? I don’t know if you know this but the police now believe that there are two killers. So yeah, go on and tell them it was me but I’ll bring you right down with me.” He held up the mask and brought it closer to your face. “I know you touched it because there’s some blood left on your fingers and I know you’re a smart girl so we can come to the conclusion that what you touched was fresh blood. I’ll let you in on who it belongs to. Remember those two girls that have been obsessing over me?” You furrowed your eyebrows as you tried to make some sense of what he was saying.

“Menoly and Loly are their names. Well, I made a little pit stop at Loly’s house and to my luck Menoly was there too. They had no idea what was coming for them and hopefully their bodies would be found by the morning. I heard that dead bodies and rotted flesh smell disgusting.” He scrunched his nose for extra emphasis before continuing. “If you call the police on me, I’ll just tell them that you did it. I am quite convincing, don’t you think? We could be the Bonnie and Clyde of this shit town or you could spare our reputation and just keep your mouth shut.”

More tears streamed down your face at his words, Menoly and Loly too? You remember the dirty glares they gave you whenever you and Sosuke walked hand in hand on campus or the small comments they would make about you but it was harmless. There was no reason to kill them. There was no reason to kill anyone, not Ebern, not Hirako, not Nnoitora, not Momo, no one.

He put the mask down and snapped his fingers in front of your face to grab your attention back to him, “so what do you say? We can continue acting like a happy little couple and skip town in the morning. We can leave this town behind, the past behind, any burden we carry behind, we can even put these murders behind us. I know no matter what you say you still love me, that will never change. You love me and I love you more than anything. Why do you think I did all this? I took everyone out of the picture for you! Ebern bullied you in middle school along with Nnoitora, Momo wouldn’t get over her crush on me and Hirako and his friends were just suspicious of me so I had to do it. Don’t you understand? This was all for you, for us.”

He lifts his hand to cup your face, you wince slightly but you hate how you slightly lean into the familiar touch. “See? You still can’t deny how I make you feel, even when words fail you, your body acts on its own. Even if you do speak, your body will betray you. Just admit it baby, just admit that you still love me, that your heart still races when I touch your face like this” he leans in closer, his lips barely grazing yours. “That your heart still skips a beat when I’m close to you like this. That you still get butterflies when I kiss you.” He closed the small gap and pressed his lips against yours in a soft kiss, something that you have grown accustomed to over the years.

Traces of the Sosuke you fell in love with were still there, it confused you and it hurt you. There was no way you two could go back to the way you were but maybe it was just meant to happen this way. You couldn’t imagine what life would be like without him, maybe over the years he made you grow dependent, made you need him to be by your side, he was part of you and you were part of him. Maybe you were just as guilty for your friends’ deaths as he was, you didn’t wield the knife but you might as well have been there coaching him through it. You were no better than him, maybe that’s why you still can’t seem to move yourself from him. Maybe that’s why you’re still drawn to him. That’s why you still love him.

You would be lying if you said you didn’t notice a shift in his behavior. When the murders started he became different. He always carried that bag with him, he always had something to do whenever you tried to plan a date night and he would always sneak into your room in the middle of the night. You wanted to ask him about it but he would always find a way to distract you whenever questions brewed in your head. At first you attributed it to grief, thinking that he was grieving over your friends’ deaths. Grief puts you in this limbo of overwhelming survival guilt and a deep depression, it makes you shut down and makes you want to curse the world and all its inhabitants at the same time. You were grieving over your friends and that put you in a weird headspace so you thought that, that was why his behavior shifted. But there was something in the back of your head, screaming at you to think of something else, to question him and find out what changed his behavior. All you did was ignore it due to your own selfishness, you ignored it. Scared of whatever the truth might be so you willingly decided to be blissfully ignorant and now your blissful ignorance has brought you to this moment.

His other hand let go of your wrist and moved to snake around your waist to bring you closer to him. “You can never hate me and you will never get rid of me. You’re mine and I’m yours. I’ll take down whatever is in my way to get to you and murder is no stranger to me, my love, I’ll do whatever it takes to get you and keep you.” He mumbled against your lips, your heart started beating faster in your chest as the gravity of his words settled in but you couldn’t deny how this side of him turned you on. A small whimper of his name left your lips and that gave him all the signs he needed to know he had you right where he wanted you.

He pressed his lips back against yours, this time more roughly than before. His hand on your cheek moved down to loosely grip your neck and his other hand moved down to grab your ass, he gripped the flesh roughly. Luckily for him you weren’t wearing much, only one of his shirts and panties, something you always wore at night. He turned you to push you back against your bed and you landed with a soft thud. “How could I ever let you go when you look like this? Plus, I already molded you to the shape of me, only I can bring you pleasure. No one else could make you feel the way I make you feel.” He leaned over you and leaned down to capture your lips in his again. One of his hands snaked up your thighs and lifted the hem of the shirt slightly to graze his fingers over your clit, rubbing small circles on the sensitive bundle of nerves. He bit your bottom lip as he broke the kiss and moved down to press kisses along the expanse of your neck, focusing on your pulse point. “It’s a cruel world out here baby, you need someone like me to protect you. You’re just a feeble little kitten out in the midst of a storm, I’m your shelter, I’m your safety net, I’m your protection. My precious, fragile kitten.” He bit down on your neck harshly, making your arch your back and buck your hips into his touch. He groaned against your skin and licked along the teeth marks left behind on your skin.

His thick fingers traced over the wet spot on your pannties, “you like this don’t you? Like when I call you my little kitten? Or could it be that you like the fact that I did what I did? You like that I got rid of any threat to our relationship. Or could it be both? I think it's both, naughty little kitten.” He chuckles and stops at the neckline of the shirt you’re wearing, “what a pesky cloth, blocking my path from what I want most. I don’t want you going through the extra work to take it off, if only I had something to cut it off.” He tapped his finger against his chin and looked over at his bag that had the mask inside. “I think I know what I could use.” He smirked and moved off the bed to walk over to his bag, you watched him with curious eyes and a small gasp left your lips when you saw what he pulled out. A hunting knife with a slight curve at the tip, the same hunting knife that has been named as the weapon that led to your friends’ deaths.

He walked back to you, dragging his finger along the dull edge of the knife as he moved back to his original spot. “Now don’t move too much, this is very sharp, I wouldn’t want to cut your perfect skin. Not a single scratch belongs on you, kitten.” He set the knife down against your thigh, slowly dragging the dull edge along your skin, your breath caught in your throat as he moved it up until it caught the hem of the shirt you’re wearing — well, the shirt you were wearing. The cutting and ripping of fabric along the blade filled your ears and you felt your nipples instantly pebble at the feeling of the cold air hitting your newly exposed skin. He pulled the torn fabric off your shoulders and tossed it to a random corner of the room. “Now these pesky panties. Too bad I have to cut them off of you, they’re so pretty. Remind me to buy you more.” He dragged the knife along your chest, tracing the underside of your breasts before moving down your stomach and stopped when he reached the waistband of your panties. He lifted one side of your panties and cut that end then moved to cut the other end off you.

His eyes widened at the way your pussy glistened and a dark chuckle left his lips as he leaned down to kiss along your skin. “You’re such a dirty little kitten.” The knife was clutched in his right hand as he took one of your nipples in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the pebbled bud then peppered wet, open mouthed kisses before showing the same treatment to your other nipple. He released it with a pop then kissed down the rest of your body until he laid between your legs. He pressed kisses along your inner thigh while his hand with the knife moved to your other thigh, dragging against your soft skin until he put enough pressure to nick you. You whimpered his name and he moved his head to the other thigh he cut, his pink tongue peeking out of his mouth as he moved closer and closer until you felt the wet muscle lick along the cut, collecting any blood that escaped the wound. “Sosuke, please I need to feel you. I need you.”

“Patience kitten. Patience is a virtue my sweet kitten and you need to wait but god you sound so beautiful when you sound so desperate. You’ll get what you want I promise, let me be a good boyfriend and tend to this needy kittycunt.” He stuck his tongue out again and licked up your slit, collecting all your slick and juices before suctioning his lips around your clit. Moans of his name tumbled from your lips while his tongue and lips kissed, licked and sucked at your mound. Your hands moved from the sheets to tangle your fingers in his chocolate tresses, pulling and tugging at the soft strands. He groaned against your cunt and he dropped the knife so he could push two fingers inside you, pumping the thick digits inside you quickly and curved them to press against your g spot. Your thighs shook around his head and you tugged on his hair tighter, trying to use your grip to both push him away and pull him closer. “Don’t stop! Please don’t stop.” He smirked against your clit and sucked on the bundle of nerves harder, the pace of his fingers grew faster and he slipped a third finger inside you, stretching you out even more. “Cum for me now.”

Your hands quickly moved from his head to the sheets below you as your back arched and you cried out his name. “Cumming! I’m cumming! Sosuke I love you! Fuck!” He groaned against your cunt as you filled his senses with your essence, he pulled his fingers out of you and held your legs apart as he continued his assault with his tongue. You twitched and whined from the overstimulation while he devoured you like a man on death row eating his last meal. Once he decided he was done he pulled away and looked up at you as he licked his lips. “Sorry kitten, you just taste so divine I can’t pull myself away.”

He leaned down to press his lips against yours in a short kiss before he pulled back and manhandled you into the next position. He moved you like you were a puppet on a string and he was the puppet master. Your chest and face were pressed against your pillows and your hips were up in the air, creating the perfect arch for him. His hands smoothed over the curve of your ass before he pulled one away and spanked you roughly. You yelped and pressed your thighs together and he did the same to the other cheek and pulled your legs apart.

He stood up quickly to shed his clothes off and as they hit the floor he looked over at the mask. He smirked as he bent down to pick it up and as he stood upright he slipped it on his face and kneeled behind you. He never would have thought that he would be able to use the mask this way but he wasn’t complaining. He lifted the mask to spit on his throbbing cock and slipped it back down as he smeared his spit along his thick length. He moved closer and placed one of his hands on your hip while the other guided his cock to your entrance. “Scream loud for me, kitten.” With that he slammed his cock into you and you cried out his name as your second orgasm washed over you. He dug his fingers into your hips as he drilled into you, babbles and cries of “more please” sounded like the holy choir.

“That’s right, just revel in the pleasure I’m giving you. Don’t let any other thoughts but me corrupt your pretty little head. That’s all you need, nothing else. What good will friends do you, if I’m not there? Who could make you feel like this but me?” His cock brushed against your sweet spot each time he bottomed out, you were sprawled against the bed as he mercilessly pounded into you. “I’m your everything. I’m your savior, I’m your protector, I’m your god. Without me, there’s nothing.” The gravity of his words hit you hard, throughout your relationship he has become your everything. There wasn’t a life before you met him and a life without him scared you. He introduced you to things you never thought you could have and now you were in the palm of his hand like a bird with a broken wing. You were his and he was yours, that’s how it would be as long as there was air inside your lungs.

“You’re my everything Sosuke. I-I only need you!” You shut your eyes from the overwhelming pleasure and he smirked at your words, you finally got it. But, he always had a backup plan in mind just in case you decided to change your mind. He leaned on top of you as his hips still pounded into you and removed one hand from your hip. That hand reached for his phone on your bedside table and he opened up the front camera. He adjusted himself a bit and grabbed a fistful of your hair and roughly yanked it up. Your mouth had fallen open into the prettiest “o” as he fucked you and your face was stained with tears and some drool.

He leaned in close enough so his masked face was in the frame, “say cheese, kitten.” You looked at the camera with half lidded eyes as he took multiple photos. His cock throbbed inside you at the sight of your fucked out face next to his bloodied mask and his thrusts grew harder. His heavy balls slapped against your clit and your toes curled as another orgasm washed over you. He dropped the phone and pulled the mask off his face, tossing it to the side and he pushed any hairs that stuck to his sweat covered forehead. “I’m gonna fill you up and you’re gonna take it all. You’re not gonna waste a single drop.”

You nodded as best as you could at his words, “please Sosuke, fill me with your cum. I need it, I need you, please.” Your voice was raspy from all the screaming you’ve been doing. He let go of your hair and slammed his hips into yours a few more times before cumming deep inside you. He let out a loud groan of your name and spanked you again. “Fuck!” As he filled you with his cum he dropped his head on your back and kissed along your spine. Once he caught his breath he pulled out slowly and laid down on the bed beside you.

He pulled you to rest your head on his broad chest and he peppered kisses along the crown of your head. “I love you so much and I can’t wait to start this new chapter of our life together.” You looked up at him and gave him a small smile. “I love you more Sosuke, I can’t wait either.” He leaned in and kissed you softly.

You kissed him back and broke the kiss, “but promise me this, wherever we end up, you can’t kill anyone else. Please.” He nodded and pressed his lips against yours in a chaste kiss. “I promise.”

You both knew it was a lie. No matter where you two ended up there would be one person who treads over the boundary. It’s human nature and now it has become part of his nature to eliminate any possible threat to you two living a happy life. They were all pathetic ants that would be bound to be crushed, he just did them and the world a favor by crushing them with his own foot.

#semisgroupie kinktober #kinktober 2022 #bleach smut #aizen smut #tw:unprotected sex #tw:creampie #tw:spanking #tw:filming #tw:murder #tw:knife play #tw:manipulation #tw:blood #tw:blackmail #tw:coercion

[leaflessart]

It’s been a while since I posted but here’s a tiny zine I made for Halloween

#dinner party #halloween #tw:murder #i cant tag halloween for some reason? #anyway #zine #linoprint #original #aparna's art #tw:death #spooky

[look-i-love-u]

Galladrabble - Dream

Thank you, @callivich, for this week's @galladrabbles prompt: dream. It finally gave me some idea on how to continue my True Crime! Au which was on hiatus for the last few weeks.

Here's what happened so far: Ian, who grew up with Clayton on the Northside, is currently staying at the Gallaghers' house. He's got his own True Crime Podcast which starred The Milkoviches, much to Mickey's displeasure. But they got close. And Mickey shared his deepest darkest secret with Ian... it did not go well...

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His home looks totally normal. Big, white and well-cared for.

Just the small red dots leading to the front door give away that something’s amiss.

Ian opens it anyway - Stares down the long corridor. The wooden staircase. More red. Smeared, dropped, splashed.

His heart is racing, his palms sweating. 

Someone steps into his line of vision.

That’s weird….

…Mickey’s never been in this house.

Now he is. With a red knife and a manic grin…

-

Ian wakes up in a different house.. Wipes tears from his eyes.

He needs to find out what Mickey did…or the nightmares will never stop.

#galladrabbles #gallavich #shameless #ian gallagher #mickey milkovich #tw:violence #tw:blood #tw:murder #kind of #true crime!au

[digitexts]

#Digimon Ghost Game #Gammamon #tw:murder

[inkykeiji]

i want touya-nii to hold me and tell me everything’s gonna okay and to kill my professors for giving me too much work hmph.

well of course he will hold you and murmur out comforts and sweet nothings to you, cradle you to his chest and scatter kisses across your face and scalp—that’s a given, always, no matter what. that’s a service he’ll always offer to you.

but so is slaughtering anyone you ask him to. killing is second nature to him; a normal bodily process at this point, and he has absolutely no qualms about murdering someone who is bothering you in any way. there are no reappraisals—if someone’s upsetting his baby, well, that’s already more than enough of a reason to end their life. there’s nothing else to it as far as he’s concerned; it’s simple. he really doesn’t give a fuck about any other aspect besides the fact that this person was troubling you, doesn’t feel much of anything at all about it aside from a few faint flickers of malicious glee as he watches life wane from their eyes, bright shining fear fading into something dull and dead just before that telltale thud! as the body hits the floor. because now he’s solved yet another one of your problems, eradicated yet another inconvenience for you, and that thought alone has a small smirk spreading across his face, sharp gaze softening a little as a few cinders of giddy joy spark to life in his chest.

he’s so happy he can do these things for you. he’s sure you’ll appreciate him rectifying this little nuisance for you, too <3

#tw:murder #oh touya-nii <3 you fucking psychopath <3 #our collective big brother!!!!!!! #let's all go give him smooches #muah muah muah #HEHE #hope ur having a great monday anon!! #stay safe n stay hydrated pls! #touya nii universe #inky.bb #clari gets mail

[evita-shelby]

The things we do for love

Gif by @boisonbapple

Part three of Tesoro and Great in Red

Thanks for feeding my writing spree @runnning-outof-time

It had been too easy to get in here.

Thomas Shelby had a propensity to fuck whores everywhere he went. Sometimes two or three women at once.

His wife was stunning, a shame he couldn’t value her. Might not even mourn him, a bastard like him doesn’t deserve to be mourned.

You’re too disgusted with yourself when you simper and flirt and fawn over the man.

He’s handsome, you’ll give him that, but he killed your husband and for that he must die.

You wear blood red to seduce him, you wear lingerie your beloved had never gotten to see and you have a pretty dagger he got you before he left for England.

Should be a gun, but guns are too noisy.

You want to make the red spill everywhere, to paint yourself in your enemy’s blood as you avenge your husband.

1933, two weeks before Christmas.

He’s lying under you, not drunk, and far too alert to your liking, but eventually the things you put in his glass do their magic.

“This is for Luca.” you whisper as you plunge the knife into his chest.

BRITISH MP FOUND DEAD WITH PROSTITUTES IN HOTEL ROOM

You break out the fine vintage Luca had gotten for your wedding day and toast with your mother-in-law while your nine-year old girl, Lucia, plays with her dolls.

“The things we do for love.”

#luca changretta x reader #luca changretta #tw: death #tw:murder #tw: blood #revenge #oops i killed Tommy

[joaquimxmarques]

Death by association tw: murder, violence

It wasn’t their fault besides association, but that hardly mattered.  Their names came up and they had been crossed off.  The first was easy, a few calls and there was an unfortunate accident, hit and run, dirty car, driver looked drunk, plates obscured.  The car was already repainted and changed before it was disposed of.  One had no family, he would likely be the first to go, but that was a problem for later.  Joaquim wasn't grabbing them himself, well maybe except for one. Second was a bit more of a struggle, but the files were thorough.  Arranging for something in their lunch and no epi pen in reach.  A small risk of exposure, but they enjoyed their solitude so they wouldn’t be found for a while. The third was a bit of a challenge.  A shut in type, unlisted. Used the wrong credit card for food charges. After that it was easy, they went out to get their order and slipped on the stoop, brained themselves horribly. Two with food he hadn’t realized it, funny coincidence. The last one would be harder, routine, but needing a personal touch.  He had a team break in, clear the place out, but it had to be clean so they still went inside.  The front room had to look the same, nothing out of place so they went deeper in.  He picked a team he could trust.  He could do it all, but that would cost time, leave angles open, and he didn’t like risking things getting messy. It was a day, but she had conquered it.  Managed to pick up everything and everyone on time, get things done around the house, cash in favors and get off work.  He wasn’t waiting too long, she didn’t know where his father was, but that was nothing unusual.  Didn’t answer when it didn’t suit him, but she couldn’t stay mad with a look into the eyes of his little doppleganger.  She smiled and brushed a hand over his head.  “Go inside, and get washed up I’ll take in the groceries then we can cook together.” He smiled, taking a bag and running in through the garage door.  Probably sneaking some snacks before dinner, but he looked so happy.  She smiled despite herself, feeling light despite her burdens. Double bags of groceries and son distracting her from how bare the garage looked, no bikes, no tools.  She was in the kitchen with half of the food put away before she noticed something was wrong, the knife block was empty.  She looked for something, but it was all gone, eventually settling on a can in a bag.  No, no, no, maybe he had just sold everything again.  That she could deal with. “Milio!  Where are you?  We need to get started on dinner soon, papa will be home with his friends.”  It was quiet she walked slowly hoping the suggested presence of a man would scare away any junkie or debt collector.  Her fears manifested when she rounded the corner.  Her heart sank and she dropped the bag seeing a large man holding her son.  Another coming behind her.  “Ay, please let him.”  Her sentence would go unfinished as they acted quickly.  Trying to keep the loss to a minimum, it wasn’t their fault the father had wronged the wrong people.  A hand over the mouth a stab, a slash.  He gave a sigh. The job was executed well.  They looked through her belongings, wedding ring, money in the purse, hardly enough for bus fare, credit cards id.  It would be easier to take the whole thing.Make it seem as if someone had slipped in behind them and taken advantage.  Another car to be disposed of, he wondered when they would be found.  So many unsolved and pointless deaths, what were two more.

#self para #traitors among us #tw:death #tw:murder

[shisui-uchiha-anon]

❝ How do you even look at someone knowing that they will be dead before the end of the day? ❞

𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐀 𝐖𝐀𝐑

"The key is not to feel anything. To detach yourself from reality, to kill your own heart and soul. To turn your love to hate passion to indifference and once your loving heart turns to stone you are half ready, and from stone to dust. I had my last meal with my family, it was LAST but I didn't know back then. That dinner was the most precious one, the food was perfect, my father was in a good mood, and my mentor was as well. But my failed plan backfired and I fell first. I lost my eye Danzo took it. I awaited the cold embrace of death, but it never came. I wish that it did. We would not be where we are now..."

He moved away his eye patch, showing stitched eyelid and a scar going vertically over it. "He dug out my eye, but the scar I made on my own in a fit of madness and anger."

"All I felt was resentment and anger toward Uchiha Itachi. I told him to protect the clan not to butcher them!" He slams his fist on the table rattling all the glasses. He spoke quietly after the fit of rage was over.

"Who is Uchiha Itachi to decide who lives and who dies? Why is Sasuke better than my family? Why he deserves to live, and my blood and my lover to die?" His smile was laced with chilling air, and his tone was even nastier. For the first time, she could hear that he cared and even loved someone.

"I was waitin', I bid my time. Till Sasuke like a little moron didn't go against everything Itachi "saved" a brat that should be killed the moment he was born. In all honesty, Fugaku is one to blame, even without the massacre Sasuke was a rotten apple poisoning the basket. Fugaku was praising one son and scolding another, weakening his already weak personality." Shisui's tone was light, his tone was forceful and vicious.

"So while they fought I got in, preventing Sasuke to kill Itachi his head was mine. But the brat didn't want to give up. So I Fought him while half alive Itachi watched. The kid was so arrogant and so disrespectful, that killed him. He thought that he is supreme he thought that he is Madara. And even Madara fell because of that. Manipulated the whole time. I killed him with the curved blade that I had as Akatsuki. I slit his throat and the silver blade drank his blood" The mad fury and violence brimming in Shisui's eyes was completely exposed. "I avenged my family when my blade went through Itachis chest. I felt nothing, my heart was turned to dust. How do I look them in the eyes? I looked Itachi right in the eyes and told him, See you in a fiery pit of Amaterasu's black flame"

#ask answered #kcgarashi #tw:blood #tw: death #tw: violence #tw:murder #akatsuki shisui #shisui uchiha #ex akatsuki #flash back #hope you like it #a short glimpse in his life #a sort of spoiler for our main thread

[vulnonapix1234]

Hop: I really like murder mysteries! They are so mysterious!

Marnie, doing her best at flirting: I've been a suspect in 3 murder cases.

(The victims where Rose and the weirdo twins. They are still searching for the murderer. )

(Hop was a suspect as well)

#rival hop #pokemon hop #hop #professor hop #hop pokemon #pokemon sword #pokemon trainer marnie #rival marnie #marniehop #wyndonshipping #gym leader marnie #tw:murder #i guess

[kingkatsuki]

hey, can you do bakugou with a jealous s/o? Can the s/o preferably be jealous over a fem classmate??sfw, please!! Have a great day!

We have reports currently coming in that a third year student has been found dead inside the dormitory rooms at U.A High School. Eye-witnesses report the last time the girl, who we can’t name for legal reasons, was last seen flirting with one of her classmates at the prestigious school and the next morning her body was found in her room just outside school grounds. Currently police and Pro-Heroes are not treating her death as suspicious, but as always we will keep you updated here at Musutafu daily.

“Babe, have you seen the news? That annoying girl that always used to fuckin’ flirt with me died.” Bakugou spoke to you over your morning tea.

“Yeah, she must have been heartbroken when you rejected her for the millionth again.” You smiled, “At least she won’t flirt with you anymore.”

“Yeah, wanna skip class and get Starbucks?”

“Sure!”

And you and Bakugou lived happily ever after xxx

#tw:murder

[spymeister]

He's arrived.

The channels around him are familiar, for all of their destruction. He knows each curve of the upwards wall of the tunnel, the way it connects to the antechamber ceiling's dome with buttresses on the other side. He knows each and every single chamber that branches off, can hear the ghostly voices of long-gone creche members.

He can hear Rhapsody, Melody, and Harmony singing together- living up to their designations as they work at cleaning whatever they've found in the streets to sell at the next orn's market. He can hear Darkstreak, his sire, chasing after the youngest of his siblings- Sonata, as the squeaker got into trouble.

The familiar rumble of his carrier's deep voice as they welcomed him in.

He hears all of these things in the silence, swallowing faintly as he allows his senses to extend outwards. Here and there, he can recognize the charred remains of what might have been a frame- the smaller ones curled underneath larger frames.

A last ditch effort at protecting the most vulnerable members from something not even the adults could prevent.

His optics close, and he inhales slowly- exhaling in a long careful breath. The depth of his steps in the detritus shows that no one has been here since the tunnels were attached. Since the Senatorial committee charged with "cleaning up Polyhex's crime issues" had started with "cleaning" the tunnels of it's denizens. It's also, because of it's history- the last place anyone would expect to look for him.

He shakes himself slightly, pushing away the cloying grief with a formidable effort.

He has things to do, and the clock is ticking.

#tw:death mention #tw:murder #tw:prejudice #if you want a visual- think of the bodies in Herculenuem and Pompeii #after the Eruption in 79AD #That's what hte tunnels look like #tw: child death mention #child death mention #adult death mention

[asagamifujiino]

@holidayidol​ continued from X

Oh dear, it seemed as if she had been caught eliminating one of her victims. She figured the place had been isolated enough that no one would have heard or seen her using her eyes to twist and bend a mage to death and that they could not have produced any familiars to call for help. Even if her act was wrong, the girl still justified things in her mind as ensuring that they would not use ordinary humans to their own ends as Araya had used her.

Turning to face the girl, her old uniform still smeared with blood, her walking stick in her right hand and her eyes still glowing with swirls of red and green as her mystic eyes had yet to shut off, she merely responded:

“This scum won’t use anyone anymore.”

#future gospel (post rsop) #tw:murder

[makerpreserveus]

2, 5, 11 for Demtry and 2, 12, 13 for Oscarr

2. What's something you constantly have to re-explain about your muse

(I often havta re explain some of his ideals and reasoning when it comes to his actions and behaviors. Particularly things he does that are really immoral and would be absolutely beastial for a human society.)

5. What's makes your muse respect someone? Are they capable of respecting others without reason?

(He does find himself liking others who take what they want and fight against anything or anyone that would hinder their goals or wants. Even when lowbloods are given that shaft and they still would rather die than be dragged down if a respectable feat.)

11. Do you feel like your muse can fall/be corrupted further if pushed?

(absolutely! He honestly could be pushed enough to defect from the Fleet and become an total terror. Now it would be unlikely and would need specific events to happens but it is possible.)

2. What's something you constantly have to re-explain about your muse

(I guess his relationship with his lusus and how it effects his ways to kill trolls and feed them to her. As well as its effect on his mind)

12. Does your muse have a reason for their misdeeds or is it all for pleasure?

(Now he really enjoys killing, kinda an artform for him as well as a for mof sexual gratification. Now he does feed his lusus the parts from murdered trolls and if he didnt need to feed her he would still kill but would not be quite as often.)

13. When it comes to your muses love ones, are the exception to their behavior or are they also treated poorly?

(There are a few trolls he wouldnt bother to kill, like Armael, now to say he doesnt use them for little behavioral experiments is wrong but he wouldnt kill them. Armael is his little meow meow and he likes to play with him.)

#tw #demtry #oscarr #tw:murder #asks-n-trolls #cuz i mentioned armael

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My experience with the library system of the American Public School program

I would like to begin with some background of my literary experience. I was raised by a mother who did not believe in censoring what I read. I was not allowed to read her very clearly trashy romances until I was 18 (side note, I read much worse smut at 13. Comedy romances are pretty good though). I was basically allowed to get and read whatever I wanted. That's how it was for me.

So, I went from Magic Treehouse in first grade, to middle school novels by the time I was in the third grade. I was a big fan of my older sister's spy novels at the time. I was making leaps and bounds in my reading and language comprehension. And then of course, our schools got too crowded and I was redistricted into a middle school for fifth grade. I was excited at first, I would have access to the books that were in my reading level, right?

Wrong.

First library day rolled around, and we were told we could only check out books that were grade level appropriate for our group. Try telling this to a mousy me who had never been told a book was too mature for me. Me, who went to the library once a week during the summer, and read two to three three-hundred page books in one day, staying up all night because I had to know the ending and it couldn't wait until morning.

So I looked around and found that spy novel I remembered reading in third grade. I tried to check it out, only to be told that it was a middle school book. So I had to put it back, I would then pull several books that I had read before, because I had asked my older sister if I could read them from her book shelf. All too mature for a fifth grader.

I eventually settled with a book trilogy I had read before last summer that I knew I would be allowed to get.

A few weeks later we took that stupid reading level test. I, young, 10ish years old, had the reading level of 14-15 year old. I was supposed to be reading three grades above where I was.

So I, smart boy that I was, talked to my mom, told her everything, talked to the librarians, teachers and the principal to negotiate a way for me to read within my actual level. We suggested permission slips. we got shot down, the middle schoolers were taking the books meant for my age range, meaning we had no books to read.

I read the same series eight times, librarians tried to give me new books but I owned most of the good series, read and reread them long before I had been "of age" to comprehend the stories.

Middle school rolled around and I had begun reading Jules Verne, Sherlock Holmes, and had tried to convince my mother to let me buy a book on the murders of Jack the Ripper when I was 11. (My gram was on board, she appreciated my healthy curiosity in the morbid. my mom? Less so).

So yeah, I learned about the censoring of reading by 10, and at that point I was pissed, I didn't like that, I was never one to be told no on my reading material. So I began reading more than what they would have wanted me to.

Now I'm anti government, and censorship of literature is the largest downfall of man. One of the first thing we learn in middle school is the book burnings the Nazis did in Germany. That was the first thing we learned about, to show that a government was controlling.

AND GUESS WHAT.

Controlling the flow of information is fucking fascist. And we have both challenged and banned books, I have read several. Granted, just because a book has been challenged or banned in some places and or schools does not mean a child want's to read about an infant shoved into a freeze when they're 15. I have read Anne Frank, Over the Cuckoo's nest, Of Mice and Men, When the Street Cars Come Back. Those were required readings, and I hated them, Anne Frank had so much trauma, Over the Cuckoo's Nest was written by a white man in the perspective of a mute Native American man. Of Mice and Men was Ableist and infantilizing of character's with a disability, causing us to feel sympathy before hitting us with the "shoot the man with a mental issue because he's better off dead". When the Street Cars Come Back had, among other things, incest, rape, abuse, infant murder, murdered infant in a chest freezer as black mail.

Now if you want to read these things, go on, you can, I just don't think kids should read on murder and war, death and rape, as a requirement. Do I know what should be implemented instead? Hell no, I'm not a teacher, I'm a college student who likes to write. Kids should read stories that teach them lessons and inspire them to push boundaries, not scare them into conformity.

All this to say, I'm still fucking bitter that my school wouldn't let me read spy novels at the age of 10. Fuck you guys, now I write porn on patreon.

(Plug for the patreon: lemon_yard is the username, go support my gay ass, if you want)

#reading #vent post #tw:abuse #tw:rape #tw:murder #tw:sexual assault #tw: infant death #tw:incest #my fucking middle school made me so pissed #stay tuned for a rant on how my 8th grade science teacher killed my dream to be a paelentologist. #yes this is my actual life #yes i had to read those books #lots of old authors are racist fyi #not like lovecraft racist #but still pretty damn racist #we had to read a war book like every year #it was nasty #blog