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loktauri · 7 months

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Me when I open my Hello Fresh parcel delivered by Brekon and Hope and inside is just a cavern of meat and my stomach starts feeling weird and it turns out that the inside of the box is actually a gateway to the inside of my stomach or like maybe my stomach got removed and turned into the box and then I start feeding it stuff

#tma #body...horror...?#lokta.txt #andy then replied with #'this episode was sponsored by hello fresh'#im their awezome pr guy (i get sued for defamation)#what living in london does to a mf

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shmorp-mcdurgen · 1 year

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What would happen if I gave Thatcher some Thasalin+?

Feeling kinda onlent right now tbh…..

#asks are neat #doodles are neat #body horror #face horror #what thalasin + does to a mf

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smash-brethren · 10 months

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so anyways my lancer pilot went thru it last night

#my art #body horror #ask to tag #they went full phos #lancer rpg #what hercynia does to an mf #oc

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den-of-the-blue-dragon · 7 months

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oc-tober day 1: intro to oc

meet victor!

victor was once the equivalent of a priest. he approved and even encouraged the usage of dragonsblood collected from creatures known as wishing beasts to be used for medicinal purposes, but the wishing beast blood turned out to be cursed, and everyone began to slowly lose their sanity, except for victor.

victor urged everyone to stop their blasphemous acts, but it was too late. soon everyone in the city began transforming into terrifying monsters.

victor locked himself in a cellar deep beneath his church. even he wasn't safe from the curse, and he transformed into a monster, too.

victor, as well as his lover maria, are the only two inhabitants of the city who haven't completely become mindless beasts. perhaps it's all of his guilt that's keeping him sane.

#my art #victor #blood tw #body horror #ask to tag #I figured this would be the best time to introduce tumblr to victor since it's spooky month after all #yeah he's straight up crying dragonsblood.#what the old blood- ahem dragonsblood does to a mf

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hushimstressed · 8 months

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Venom!Charlie never runs out of bodies to experiment on while he’s trying to figure out how to revive Juanaflippa. The only problem is that most of the bodies he has are partially eaten so IF they come back they don’t stay for long considering they have lost a lot of their limbs before being revived. He could theoretically steal a body from a morgue perhaps, but it would be too risky to attempt stealth-

then Charlie remembers Slime literally covers his face when in control so he just goes guns swinging and steals some random person before examination.

#tw body horror #tw gore #the cannibalism is intrinsic to this au but I’ll tag a tw anyway #tw cannibalism #mcyt #qsmp #qsmp au #slimecicle #he’s on his evil mad scientist arc #<- what unimaginably greif does to a mf #spiderman au

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neurologicalanguish · 1 month

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pathetic and sad and depressed leon thoughts cause he’s a dumb fuckin loser who should die (i would do anything he told me) erm… this is also my first post so… bare with me

cw/tw: olderbf!leon(age gap not specified), erectile dysfunction(i know, not my fault he’s a pathetic traumatised mf…), suicidal ideation, nsfw after read more, slight misogyny, porn addiction, choking kink, reader has afab anatomy, nonchalant leon…

would definitely thrash and cry in his sleep sometimes, the amount of horror and gore he’s experienced first hand wouldn’t be taken away just cause he has a pretty thing like you to love.

i feel like he’s always so detached and constantly disassociating that whenever you try to initiate something, anything at all, he just sort of does it out of inertia, just so you can get the relief you want.

he’d be rubbing lazy circles on your clit as you cling and squirm against him, as he has you all nuzzled into his chest with his arm under your head.

but that fucker is probably thinking about something else entirely, he’s just glad you haven’t gotten sick of him yet. how you still so desperately seek his love and validation.

sex doesn’t excite him anymore, sure, he needs to stick his cock in something warm and wet from time to time, but he’s fucked so much in his youth that he doesn’t even see the appeal of it anymore. not to mention the porn addiction he had…

hours on end, just spent in front of magazines, or shitty cassette tapes, that were so old and fucking beat that he’d have to fix them himself in order to not have the whore’s moans sound like they’re from within the depths of hell because the cassette would play in slow motion.

how he’d gotten so desensitised to anything that had to do with sex, that at one point he needed to start reading erotica, just to get his dick hard. he’d just sit on the shitty mattress of the floor of the apartment he was supposed to call “home” , while watching the TV playing porn, like it was some fuckin’ game show.

so it doesn’t come as a surprise, at least to him, that with the years, he doesn’t find pleasure in sex, or anything at all really.

but when he sees such a pretty thing like you, so pathetic and constantly begging him to be pounded, guilt would just wash over him, saying to himself that “it’s the least i could do for the fuckin’ world, right?”

so again, he’d have you under him, peppering wet kisses on your neck, or choking you sometimes. how he’d wish to actually snap your fragile neck at times, it didn’t help when your skin would turn slightly pale, it was almost like it was doing something for him, but he decided to ignore it.

his aging, and the shitty way he had lived up until the time you met him, and even as he’s with you, doesn’t attenuate the fact that his “stupid fuckin’ useless cock” doesn’t even wanna work anymore. he feels so pathetic and helpless. he’d rather jump off a bridge, the sound of his body weight reverberating on cold harsh concrete, as his corpse splays out in a million fuckin’ particles as it hits the ground, leaving behind just a burgundy mess of what was once your “handsome old man” , than have to explain to you that he doesn’t wanna fuck, his dick doesn’t work.

he just tries to be grateful for what he has, at least you cook good food. he’ll keep attending to your needs, eating you out, buying you toys, fiddling with your clit, he’ll keep pretending for his “pretty girl”.

#leon kennedy #leon s kennedy #leon kennedy smut #leon s kennedy smut #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x fem!reader #leon kennedy x you #leon kennedy x y/n #resident evil #resident evil smut #resident evil 4

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vind3miat0r · 2 months

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random redacted headcanons time (theres a lot of them)

Darlin' let their friend (the one who got attacked by Quinn) do their makeup when they were both teens (Darlin' was the resident grunge/emo kid, and their friend was the preppy/y2k kid :3)

Obscura has scoliosis

Sweetie has an ostomy bag

Sweetie also has a very large dog named Lacey who can see The Caller

The Caller is a Stealth

Angel and Guy are siblings! :D

Adding onto that, Angel and Guy were both theatre kids, and they always did shows together

Angel doesnt have a filter, so theyre always saying unhinged shit. Baabe says unhinged shit too, but they do have a filter, so when they start yapping it sounds very out of pocket and very out of character (it scares Asher sometimes)

Milo and Sweetheart have had their neighborhood's HOA called on them multiple times for hanging pride flags from their house

Coworker and Kody are related (second cousins)

Obscura enjoys horror games, specifically Poppy Playtime and The Intruder. They also like Buckshot Roulette a lot

Treasure is THEE The Orion Experience fan. mf will not shut up about them (self-projection moment)

Porter likes tea. (before you say anything, hear me out) He specifically likes yaupon green tea and chamomile tea. The british tea jokes do get old, and hes had to restrain himself from strangling Vincent and Alexis multiple times before

The listener from the infamous April Fools audio actually had informed unempowered status🧍

Warden is a qualified professional therapist and teacher for children with special needs, specialised in autism. They also enjoy knitting things for their charges

Starlight has four planaria worms that they keep in a jar on their desk (they ominously refer to them as their sons)

Doc has a kitty. just a lil guy. doesnt know what a politic is, doesnt want to know what a politic is. just wants to be lil. Hush likes him a lot.

Angel has a pet preying mantis that they have somehow kept alive for two years

Coworker and Honey know each other because they frequent the same cafe (said cafe is the one thats owned by Obscura)

Freelancer can will and has bodied Gavin onto the sofa out of spite (early relationship) (they were dehydrated and sleep deprived)

Cutie's father is a professional hair stylist and taught them how to do hair. They also learned (of their own accord) how to take care of and style Black hair

Sweetheart is a Satanist (they gave Milo The Look at his "as above, so below" comment)

Asher regularly walks into a room only to stare at a wall, turn back around, and exit the room (ik that people do this occasionally, but he does it on a daily basis)

Sometimes, Freelancer will experience the worst stinging shoulder blade pain known to man (due to spinal fusion surgery). Gavin always panics when this happens, cuz he'll be in another room and all of a sudden feel a wave of agony go through Freelancer, paired with an anguished "AUGH MY SHOULDER BLADES" (this is based on personal experience btw)

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pimosworld · 6 months

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Moonshine

TLOU x Triple Frontier crossover AU

Pairing- Joel Miller x f!reader x Francisco Morales

Chapter Summary- Joel mediates an argument after some patrons cause a stir at the bar.

CW-18+,MDNI,NSFWangst,fluff,hurt,comfort, smut, unprotected piv,cream pie, fingering, handjob, edging, protective Frankie,protective tf boys, handsy patrons, alcohol use, cum eating (don’t look at me). Dom Joel, MM,MF, MFM.

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A/N- There’s so little plot and so much porn in this chapter. Hints of Fishben in the past because I can’t help myself. Reader and Frankie are brats but they love each other. Moonshine will be coming to a close shortly so thank you all for sticking around.

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Moonshine Chapter VI- Fools errand

It’s approaching fall by the way the soft orange light spills through the windows of your shared bedroom. You’ve lost count of how many nights Frankie’s been a staple in your routine. You hope he’s lost the feeling of being a guest in your home.

The light snores coming from both men are a reprieve from the stress of the last few nights since Cain made his dramatic appearance. It’s almost like they share a brain the way you’re awoken from their nightmares simultaneously. The ache between your legs this morning is evident in the only way you know how to bring them both back down to earth when one of them wakes with a blood curdling scream or soaked sweat through the sheets.

Everyone has been through their fair share of personal hell since the outbreak but you know these men… the ones you love so deeply that your heart aches at the thought of them hurting anymore than necessary. Joel shared his stories with you when you first met him, about his life before you when he was a “good” man and his life in the beginning of the outbreak when he did some truly awful things.

He says you make up for the awful things ten times over.

You didn’t think you could meet someone who's gone through as much as Joel has until you met Francisco. Your grandmother used to say some people have tortured souls and you think maybe the two of them were destined for each other between all the collective lives they’ve taken and saved.

It took awhile for Frankie to open up to you about his past. You weren’t one to prey either but you think he finally understood when you conveyed to him in so many ways that nothing he could tell you would change the way you felt about him. He had you from the moment you walked into Joel’s office that first day.

“Shine.” Joel’s sleepy voice from under your chin startles you slightly.

“Sorry I woke you honey.” He tsks as he pulls your warm, pliant body down under him, careful not to wake the other sleeping giant.

“You didn’t wake me as much as your thoughts did…what’s going on in that pretty little head?” You don’t know how he does it, it’s so eerie sometimes how he can read you like a book.

“I’m just worried about you…both of you.” He hums against your neck and you feel that tug in your core, he has you so easily under his spell.

“It’s my job to worry, it’s your job to be sweet…and pretty… and all mine.” He punctuates each word with a kiss as he trails his warm breath down your body.

You arch your back pressing your chest into him, silently urging him on as he latches into your exposed breast. You hiss through your teeth as he soothes the spot with his tongue.

This soft sweet Joel is still not enough of a distraction for your mind as you think back to last night. His body trembled as he clutched the sheets in terror. He wouldn’t tell you what plagues him and rarely wants you to relive the horrors that have him shouting your name in his sleep.

He grabs your chin between his thumb and forefinger. “I’ve lost you again.”

“I’m sorry.” You whisper mostly to yourself.

“Maybe I should enlist some help.” Joel’s reaching beside you before you can stop him. It’s Pavlovian the way Frankie responds even in sleep as he rolls into your side. His hard length pressed into your thigh, while you’re pinned under Joel’s gaze.

He mutters something incoherent under his breath as Joel places a soft kiss along his broad shoulders.

“Francisco.” He coos softly and it still amazes you how a strong and intimidating man such as Joel can go all weak in the knees for the man beside him. “Someone’s a little worried about us.”

“Mmm it’s not your job to worry hermosa.” A small whimper escapes you as a warm calloused hand works its way between you and Joel, down your sternum, past your navel brushing against where you and Joel meet.

“That’s what I told her.” Joel groans deep in your ear as Frankie works his hand through your slit, his fingers dip in as you arch into Joel’s hold on you.

Even half awake the man could have you on edge, his deft fingers work you open and he’s not even paying you full attention. You sigh into it, finally relaxing under his expert touch as Joel resumes his exploration of your body with his mouth.

“Aren’t you glad I woke him up?” His thumb circles your clit and you moan into Joel’s neck, your fingers carding through his soft curls as your body shivers. Your climax is steadily approaching, you can taste it on the tip of your tongue as you open your legs wider for him.

“I think that was a yes, but I can’t be too sure.” His fingers stop their movement and you whine in frustration.

Yes,yes please.

Frankie has the nerve to chuckle but continues… his gaze shifts from your blissed out face to his hand buried between you as Joel ruts into you chasing his own high. He can’t come before you but he’s hanging on by a thread as he watches you writhe in pleasure. Your pleasure has always been there undoing.

Your climax catches you by surprise as Joel swallows your cries with his mouth,his own end soon following as the warm sticky liquid paints your stomach. Frankie withdraws his hand, gathering Joel’s spend along your stomach, he holds it up to you as you obediently open your mouth. His deep growl reverberates through your body as you lick his fingers clean.Joel twitches against you at the dominant display in front of him. In times past he would be embarrassed at the sight but since Frankie’s joined your bed it’s opened Joel up to you in ways you couldn’t imagine.

“I love you.” You breathlessly say hopefully conveying the message to both of them in your post orgasmic bliss.

“There’s our sweet girl.” Frankie’s praise is honey in your ears.

You both reach for Frankie knowing he’s waited patiently for his own release after being woken up to tend to your needs. He would gladly relish in the dual affection for the rest of whatever this life is willing to give him.

You’re both so grateful for Frankie and so you and Joel spend the rest of your lazy morning showing him just how much he’s wanted and needed.

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“You’re in a playful mood.” Ben toys with the straw of the drink you made him try as his certified guinea pig for all your new drinks.

It was a slower than usual night now that the weather was starting to turn. People opting to stay in on the chilly Boston nights.

“Just had a nice morning is all.” He looks up at you from his drink with a glint in his eyes.

“Mmm I’m sure you did, Fish has that effect on people.” His eyes flit briefly to Frankie who seems lost in thought at the end of the bar, leaning in his usual spot with his leg up straining his jeans.

You worry for a second about what Ben may think of you, maybe they had something before you came into the picture. Is this just a fling for Frankie? An itch that he needs scratched occasionally before he moves on to something else.

“I can see your wheels turning Shine, don’t worry that’s in the past.” He grabs your hand across the bar and kisses your palm. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen him this in love or this happy. Not even with me.” You raise your eyebrows at him and he winks in reply.

Frankie’s ears must be ringing as he looks over at the two of you. You’re leaning across the bar whispering something into Ben’s ear and he’s practically beaming from your attention. You seem to have that effect on people.

He can only guess as to what you’re talking about as you both look over at him and burst into a fit of laughter. He has a pretty good guess.

You saunter over to him twirling the bar towel in your hands. Trouble.

It was so easy to get Frankie all worked up while he tried to focus on his job. You’re sure you’ll pay for it later but it’s worth seeing the look on his face when you bend over the bar sink and he sees you’re not wearing any panties.

It wasn’t on purpose, it was laundry day and you miscalculated how many you had left.

The red flushed look creeping up his neck as you wink at him over your shoulder only spurs you on further. He steps up behind you and gently grabs your arm pulling you into him as he leans in close to your ear.

“Keep it up and we’ll see if you’re still smiling later.” The low timber in his voice makes you want to tease him some more but you stop, besides for a few light touches here and there. It didn’t matter you were in for it either way.

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It was hard not ignoring the few customers you had when Santi and Charity graced the small stage with their melodic voices. Watching the two of them with hearts in their eyes made you melt on the spot.

Santiago had a voice like molasses dripping slowly from a tree. He strummed his guitar and sand along with Charity, looking at her as if she was the only woman in the room.

You all were a bunch of love sick fools lately. A demure brunette sits across from Will in the booth. Jane. She was a quiet reserved patron for weeks until one day she asked Will for his name and that was all it took for his hard exterior to crack.

You don’t know how long it’s been for him since he opened up his heart to someone. He had to be the rock, the level headed one of the group. Always making sure his brother was taken care of.

It was nice to see him finally open up and embrace his new home. It may have been a little selfish of you but it calmed that flutter in your heart at the prospect of them all not being happy here. You think with the bond they’ve formed, if one left they would all follow.

Will always does his best to keep his full attention on anyone when they’re with him, so it’s odd when you notice his eyes struggling to hold their gaze on his crush sitting across from him. He seems uncomfortable in a way you’ve never seen him before. His eyes flit back and forth from Jane to the two patrons seated at a low top table. He leans in and whispers something to her and she kisses him softly, you didn’t think he would be one fire pda but then again all of the boys have surprised you from time to time. She grabs her jacket and sends you a wave as she exits the bar.

Your attention is back on the two men around your age, nothing looks out of the ordinary about them but they certainly need drinks if they’re going to loiter. ‘This isn’t a free lounge’ in Joel’s words.

You make your way over to the table with a smile on your face as a polite greeting. Both men smile back but not at you,more so at each other. Your hackles go up a bit but you press on knowing you’ve dealt with your fair share bullshit and you can hold your own.

“What can I get you boys? Some waters or maybe the specialty cocktail made by yours truly.”

“Maybe something else?” He scrubs his hands together as he looks you up and down.

“Umm…that’s all we have I’m afraid.” You look hesitantly to the other man as you feel a hand grab your waist and pull you into his lap.

You struggle briefly and send an elbow into the stomach of the man who grabbed you.

“You bitch!” You move to sleep him after you’ve freed yourself from his grasp but he catches your wrist in his large hand and squeezes tight.

Frankie doesn’t like to make you feel like he’s your babysitter. You obviously held your own long before they got here. That’s not to say that Joel didn’t require his help so that you didn’t feel the need to defend yourself every step of the way. He’s seen what happens to women surrounded by wolves in this new world they’ve been living in. It makes him sick what men think they have rights to now that law and order have all but gone out the window.

He saw you approach the table to take their order but he also noticed their stance and the way they surveyed the room. Will noticed too but it’s never smart to be the first one to jump. They were not just some ordinary patrons turning in for a drink at the end of a long day and they certainly weren’t FEDRA. The officers in the QZ had made themselves very known to the boys since their arrival.

He moves but not quite fast enough as you struggle against his hold on you. Time moves so slow and yet so fast. Tunnel vision on the scene unfolding in front of him. He doesn’t notice Santi hopping off the stage or Ben flanking to his left, all he can see is red and the grip he has on your wrist as you finally yank it free.

Ben blocks his view as he grabs his shoulders, shoving him back.

“Ben,move!” He grits through his teeth, trying to sidestep the younger, more agile of the two.

Before it can go any further your hand is on him gently urging him to calm down. He can’t hear anything over the ringing in his ears but you faintly in the background telling him you’re alright.

The music has stopped and the few stragglers have cleared as Santi and Will stand over the two men seated at the table.

“Frankie…” He still can’t focus on whose voice it is talking him off the ledge of rage he hasn’t felt in a long time. “Fish!” Ben’s voice finally snaps him out of it as he sees the concerned looks on both of your faces.

“We’ve got it man, just take her home.”

You leave Frankie briefly now that Ben at least had him relatively calmed down. Charity is on the stage grabbing Santi’s guitar.

“What is going on lately?Where is Joel?” She hops down and sits on the edge patting the spot next to her.

“I wish I had some answers for you…I know Joel has been running out of supplies for the families that need help this winter.” She sighs as she looks over at the men. The conversation no doubt is much more heated than what lets on. “ This is gonna sound really selfish and if you can help it I don’t want you to judge me.”

You brace yourself for whatever she’s going to say. The two of you have always been so open and honest but you’ve never seen the look in her eyes that she’s giving you.

“I’ve never been this happy in my entire life, and that scares me so much.”

You know the feeling. Being so happy and so scared that it’s all going to be ripped out from under you. Everything in your life was taken from you and why should this be any different.

“I don’t know why you think that’s selfish Charity.”

She sniffles and wipes her eyes as she takes a shuddering breath. “Because there are so many people out there suffering, why should I be happy?”

It breaks your heart to hear her say it but you know exactly how she feels. She’s been your rock, doing her best to take over where your sister left off…but who was there for her?

“I’m gonna steal this from Joel so don’t give me the credit. You shouldn’t deny yourself happiness because others are suffering. You never know how long it’s going to last.” She smiles at you through her tears as you lean in and hug her. You can see Frankie over her shoulder waiting on you by the bar as the others continue their conversation with the mystery men.

“Joel may have told you that but he would have never said that before meeting you.” She kisses you softly on the cheek and hips down from the stage.

“Go home Shine, your man is waiting.” She gestures behind her and you bite your lip knowing how riled up you made him earlier and this stunt surely didn’t help.

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“Just go wait by the bar Fish, I don’t want you doing anything stupid.” Frankie doesn’t want to back down but he knows Ben is right. The look in his eyes is all but pleading for him to step down and cool off.

He’s not much of a drinker these days but he decides to step behind the bar and pour himself some whiskey. It’s scary how it almost instantly calms his nerves as he looks up to see you and Charity talking much like he does with Santiago.

“So you guys are obviously military, what branch?” Will scoffs at the two men clearly outnumbered but not seeming nervous at the interaction.

“I should ask you two the same thing.” Will had clocked it early on. The way they carried themselves, their build and demeanor. It was easy to spot one of your own.

“Why are they still here?” Ben joins the conversation as he sizes them up.

“No harm intended boys. We see the way she is with all of you, we just assumed it was an open establishment.” Santiago is very grateful for Frankie’s proximity or else he knows there would be no holding him back after that comment.

“There’s a brothel down the street if that’s what you’re looking for.” Santi leans into the one who dared touch you. “If we see you here again with your hands on anyone, you’ll lose those hands.”

Santi may not have caught it but Will does. They said they ‘see you’ and that can’t be just from one night. They’ve been in here before and no one noticed them. It seems Joel was not paranoid in his suspicions that things are changing around here and not for the better.

The two men stand trying to size them up but there’s no use in looking intimidating around Ben who towers over everyone he’s near. They exit the bar with no more fuss as Will makes a note to remember their exact description…height,weight, age, hair color.

“Go home Fish, we’ll lock up.” He looks over at you as you embrace Charity, planting a kiss on her cheek. The energy of the night thrumming in his veins is an unfamiliar one.

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“What the hell were you thinking back there? Were you going to hit him?” Frankie is fuming as you walk the streets home. The brisk cold wind does nothing to quell the heat rising under the surface.

“I was thinking I can handle myself.” He laughs and you pick up your speed just a little so you’re not walking directly next to him.

“It didn’t look handled to me Luna.” You know he was just concerned but you don’t particularly like this side of him.

“I handled a lot of things before you got here.” You know that moment when you say something you shouldn’t say but you can’t stop yourself. That was one of those moments.

“If you handled them so well there wouldn’t be a need for us.” Frankie can’t stop the words as they tumble out of his stupid mouth. You stop and turn to face him with tears in your eyes, unsure of your next move.

“Je ne suis pas impuissant.”

“No hablo francés.” He says in a frustrating tone.

You turn and start running in the other direction as he starts to chase after you cursing his bad knees and back.

“Well maybe you should learn.” You call out over your shoulder as you let the cold air dry the tears streaming down your face.

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Joel takes the stairs two at a time eager to see the both of you. He’s been working long hours trying to secure rations for the families that can’t provide during the harsh winters. Without Tommy he can’t count on reliable people to head outside the wall and he wouldn’t think of sending the boys after all they’ve been through.

It’s quiet in the living room when he enters and he thinks he may be too late to catch you awake. He sits on the couch to unlace his boots when he hears a soft whimper from the bedroom.

You don’t hear Joel walk in, too preoccupied with your third or maybe fourth time being brought to the edge by Frankie’s skilled tongue. Your forehead is covered in sweat and your body feels on fire as you whine and moan, begging for release.

You hear a creak in the floorboard as Joel clocks his tongue. He’s leaning in the doorway with a look in his eyes that sends a shiver down your spine.

“What did I tell you about starting without me Francisco?” Joel’s tone is all teasing as Frankie raises his head and even in your delirious state you can’t help but laugh at his chin coated in your slick.

“You’re a brat.” He says under his breath.

You scoot back against the headboard as he rolls over to face Joel who’s patiently waiting for an answer. Frankie wipes his face with the palm of his hand and clears his throat.

“You said that if I started without you, I better make her come.”

“Looks to me like you were playin’ with her.”

Frankie looks over at you seemingly pleased with yourself, Joel has been steadily undressing as he surveys the situation. He’s stripped down to his boxers as he walks toward the bed.

There was something about the three of you together. Of course you had your moments alone and they had theirs but when you all came together they found new ways to make you feel like the earth stopped moving.

“Lay back Francisco.” Frankie lays his head on the pillow as Joel sits down on the bed next to him.

With all the teasing he’s been doing to you, it hasn’t occurred to you he was torturing himself. You can see he’s rock hard, the angry red tip leaking precum as it twitches against his abdomen.

Joel runs his hand along Frankie’s thigh slowly traveling up and past where he wants him the most. Fingers tracing along his happy trail and up across his chest as his breathing picks up.

You’re draped along Frankie’s other side as you massage his arm. He’s trying to focus on one thing but both of your feather light touches have him already on the edge.

The tables have turned and it’s so sweet to watch.

“How many times Shine?” You hum to yourself as you tap your chin with your finger. Should you be generous or make him pay? You opt for somewhere in the middle to hopefully save you in the future.

You hold up three fingers in front of Frankie’s face and he looks as though he’s relieved and terrified all at once.

Joel’s hand grips the base of him before Frankie can register what’s happening. He works his hand up and down his length as he fights the urge to come on the spot. His teasing of you is coming back to bite him ten fold as your warm breath ghosts across his neck and Joel’s hand works his cock.

“What’s got the two of you all worked up?” Fuck is he supposed to be able to answer questions?

Joel doesn’t play fair. He knows exactly what to do to get him on the edge. He alternates between hard and soft strokes, your sweet voice in his ear and your hands on his chest. He bucks his hips and Joel releases him as an inaudible whine leaves his mouth. One

“I asked you a question.” Frankie can’t think let alone remember the question.

“He was being an asshole.” Oh he remembers now.

“She was being a brat.” Joel chuckles as he grips him again, no doubt a warning as Frankie hisses through his teeth.

“I don’t doubt it…on both accounts.”

Frankie’s overwhelmed in a way he’s never felt as you cradle his balls in your hand and Joel resumes his movements a little harder this time. He drags his thumb across the tip gathering the precum along his cock as he works him up again. “Please…”

“Relax baby.” His own words echoed into his ear… by you as you revel in this switch in power. He thinks if he’s quiet he can prolong the torture and come ‘accidentally’ but Joel’s no fool.

He knows that look of concentration as Frankie tries to focus on the high. His breathing is labored and he’s on the precipice of his climax when Joel stops. Two “Joel, fuck please.” Frankie’s never been edged quite like this and he suddenly has a modicum of sympathy for anyone who's been through this.

Your eyes meet Joel’s for a moment as you both realize how long it’s been since you’ve seen each other. He leans in to kiss you soft and sweet as you reach over and card your hands through his soft curls. Your moans and whimpers are his life breath as his tongue moves in tune with yours.

He’s all but forgotten what state he found you both in when he arrived. Frankie had edged you for god knows how long and you have waited patiently for his punishment only staving off your own release.

Joel has a moment of clarity as he breaks the kiss and moves you like you weigh nothing to straddle Frankie’s hips. You both know where this is going but you couldn’t stop it if you tried. Joel’s hands are on your hips lining you up with Frankie’s cock and he gently kneads your breasts with his palms.

It feels like an eternity as you wait for Joel’s instruction but he’s simply catching his breath behind you. Frankie places his hands on top of Joel’s as they slowly sink you down on top of him. You gasp when you try to adjust to how thick he is.

It’s always like the first time with him as you slowly roll your hips…but it’s not you moving as you feel your body being pushed and pulled with the strength of two men. You brace your hands on Frankie’s chest as he bounces you up and down.

Frankie pulls you down like a man starved as Joel spreads you open from behind. As many positions as you’ve been in with them, this has you feeling the most exposed. Your brain doesn’t have time to register feeling vulnerable as Joel and Frankie work you open.

You're both so close, you can feel it in the way Frankie tenses beneath you as you move your hands lower on his stomach. He curses under his breath as your pussy clenches him so tight. He’s never felt this deep and you can feel the coil tighten just before it snaps.

Joel’s hands still your body and you see Frankie take a shuddering breath as he holds off his climax, nor daring to break the rules. Three.

“Joel please…I’m so close.”

“Apologize. Both of you.” Of course this is where it leads to. Both of you too stubborn to do it on your own.

The words are caught in your throat as Joel leans in kisses down your jaw and your neck urging you on. He places his palm on your back as he lowers you down. Frankie’s grip is still so tight on your hips as you lay flat on his chest.

“Francisco I’m sorry.” Your voice barely above a whisper in his ear. Your lips say more as you kiss him fervently, sorry painted deep in the way you moan and move your hips.

“Fuck… I’m sorry, Shine.” He’s moving again and you can feel it in the way he holds you tight to his chest as he thrusts into you. You can’t speak anymore let alone move as your climax crashes over you. A deep guttural groan emits from him in your ear as he spills himself deep inside.

“I’m so sorry..” You want him to know that you mean it.

“Don’t apologize hermosa.” Frankie knows now, he’s always known that he loves you. He can’t say it now but he will soon.

It’s quiet for a moment as he rolls you over, Joel on the other side of him just watching the two of you fight sleep. Frankie wants to say it now but Jole clears his throat to speak.

“I need to go outside the wall.”

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helpwhatsthis · 2 years

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E.M. headcanons

nsfw hcs!

basically just his kinks, what i think he’d like, and a few scenarios with and afab! reader.

warnings: if you're reading this, you know what you're getting into. it's fucking filthy! also be aware of some dark themes

- blood

this little shit loves seeing you with blood on you. slice your finger? it’s going in his mouth. cut your leg shaving? he’s kissing the blood off. have a nose bleed? he’s going feral for that. obviously he wants to make sure you’re okay, but after that it’s fair game. don’t ever try to watch a horror movie with him unless you want to end up having sex, because you most certainly will not get a moment of peace.

- knife play

has and will continue to ruin your clothes by cutting them off you. if you wear a bra, expect it to be cut up the middle. he won’t waste time trying to undo it. he likes to leave the tiniest little cuts on your thighs/tits and while not hesitate to lick up any blood. he just thinks the metal looks really pretty in comparison to your skin.

- mommy

even if he’s the one dominating, he still lets the name slip. i mean this man will be blowing your back out while you’re cuffed to the bed and being choked and still growls “mommy” into your ear. he just can’t help himself. if he’s subbing he’ll just babble it over and over and over.

- bondage

i don’t think this one needs too much elaboration. we’ve all seen the handcuffs on his wall, and they aren’t for decoration. he’ll cuff/tie you to any surface possible.

- fear play

it wouldn’t be too extreme, and it’s something he would have discovered on total accident. you guys would probably be out in the woods at night playing flashlight tag, and the way you would gasp and whine when he snuck up on you... he wouldn’t even make it back home before he did something about it (i'm thinking of writing abt this). also thinks the way you panic when he pinches your nose closed while choking you in bed is like the cutest thing ever.

- sadism/masochism

not only does he like to hurt you, but he also likes to be hurt. if you’re in the moment and you accidently bite or scratch him, it would give him a sort of power trip. if you both trusted one another enough, he’d probably also want to try impact play. he’d think it was so hot if you slapped him, and he likes seeing marks on you.

- roleplay

guys he’s a nerd, and he would not hesitate to bring that into the bedroom. he would be head over heels if you wore the princess leia bikini for him; i mean he’d be absolutely feral. also ngl, i think if you were in hellfire with him and called him “dungeon master” he would lose his mind over it. also would dress up as a horror character and just go to town.

random things:

babydoll, little one (no matter what size you are, he doesn't care, he'll still say it), and princess/prince

he's a biter

very noisy, and likes if you are too

switch; has a preference for domination

almost cums him his pants when you wear his clothes

when he subs he gets pussy drunk so fast and is just babbling nonsense

if you have tattoos or body piercings he absolutely loves them and thinks they're so fucking sexy

hot take: but i don't think he'd be into cockwarming, he can't sit still

literally the king of overstimulation

also this man wants to be pegged so mf bad

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson smut #joseph quinn #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn smut #stranger things #stranger things season 4 #stranger things 4 #stranger things fanfiction

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radicaldadood · 2 years

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Rottmnt incorrect quotes based on some legendary Halloween vines cuz it's SPOOKY MONTH BABY if u don't recognize these vines then ur too young man (I would've do edits but I'm lazy)

Sunita, whispers: you guys wanna hear something scary?

April: yea

Sunita: ..my grades.

April: *shrieks*

Leo, crawling while getting chase by Piebald: AAAAaaAaAAaaAaaa-

April: YALL STFU I GOT WORK IN THE MORNING

Leo in lowercase: AAaAaa-

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??? in scary voice wearing ghostface outfit: Are you home alone?

Donnie: no, my friend April's over.

???: What did I tell you bout having people over?

Donnie: DAD!! STAPH!!

Splinter: ok sorry Purple, sorry.

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Serial killer: *walks closer*

Big Mama: no no!

Serial killer: *slide their knife onto the wall*

Big Mama: n- My new wallpaper.

Big Mama: *change form*

Seriel killer: ah shit-

Big Mama: *charge*

Serial killer: AAA-

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Turtles: trick of treat!

Hypno: I've got a trick.

Turtles: we prefer treat.

Hypno: ...*fold cards grumpily*

Hypno: then get the faq off my property.

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Mrs Cuddles: *sneaks behind*

Raph, turn around: AAAAAAAA- *points* SPIDER!!

Mrs Cuddles: *HIGH PITCHED SCREAM*

Both, run while continue screaming: *MC carrying Raph away*

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Serial killer: gimme the knife so I can kill you!

Mikey: no. Say "can I borrow it?"

Serial killer: can I borrow it?

Mikey: here you go. *runs* AAAAA-

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April: if there's any spirit in this room..

April: tell me, does this sound like Shakira? LELELOLELOLE

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*creepy intense music*

*red stains falls on Donnie's shoulder*

Donnie: *rub the stains*

Donnie: *looks up slowly*

Splinter, on a roof: my popsicle is melting.

Donnie: DANG IT DAD!!

Splinter: I can't get down.

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Saw guy: Would you like to play a game?

Sunita: nooo please no!

Saw guy: no seriously, play a game.

Sunita: ok-

*later*

Saw guy, holding monopoly money: you're totally cheating!

Sunita, takes his money: nope, I won ahahah!

Saw guy: UGHH!

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Splinter: alright sons, before you keep your candies let me see what you have in your bags so I can check it.

Mikey: oo I got a snickers!

Leo: I got drugs.

Splinter: give those to me!

Leo: get your own!

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Splinter, reading Mikey's halloween drawing: I had a grat tim win I was checmcret. I had los avi macup on my fas. (I had a great time when I was trick or treating. I had a lots of makeup on my face.)

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April: I love Halloween, it's the one time of year you could be whatever you wanna be!

Cassandra: I'll never be what would I be what I wanna be.

April:

April: I'm gonna be a witch!

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Draxum: trick of treat.

Leo: ooh shit! W-what are you supposed to be?

Draxum: myself?

Leo: you did a good job cuz you are ugly mf-

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Turtles in transparent walks in: *laughing*

Turtles: *stop laughing when they see their laid bodies in horror*

Mikey:..I think we're dead...

Turtles: ....

Leo: EY LOOK HOW DONNIE DIED

Donnie's body: *laying face flat on the floor ass in the air*.

Others: *LAUGHING THEIR ASSES OFF*

Donnie:

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fatuismooches · 7 months

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Would you ever expand a little on the dottore turning into the fox and reader taking him in thing? 👉👈 I know it's a trope done many times before but I just find it amusing that Dottore would have such a mishap and then a complete stranger finds him and takes him home 💞

OMG OF COURSE ANON!! I'd love to, I'm happy that you enjoyed that silly little brainrot ❤️ (This is the post for reference!) Hmm let me think... Although he'd prefer to leave your house, Foxttore is a wee bit injured and tired... so it would be a better idea to just lay low in this residence for now. He's very good at hiding in your house. Probably knows it better than you at this point. You can search for hours and you won't find him, and then he'll pop out of nowhere, stare at you blankly, and then quickly exit when you try to catch him. This mf is TEASING you, he loves getting you riled up.

You want revenge? Pick him up by his tail and watch him suffer as he's unable to reach and scratch you. You didn't hear this from me but, his paws are ticklish. He can somehow... divide himself into tiny fluffballs with a red eye too. And then he commands the tiny segments to return back into his body. It's strange but you don't question it. Foxttore would avoid physical contact at all costs in the beginning. If you put horror movies on, he'll come and watch but then get bored quickly. He gives you strange looks with that one eye of his if you get scared (this is basic compared to what he's seen 😨) The fox seems to enjoy documentaries more though. Will nab your food off the plate as well. He's a devious lil guy. The day he leaves is the day you think you'll never see him again, and you can't help but be sad, but what did ya know? He returns later, again with some more... blood. Walks through your house leaving paw prints of blood on your floor and plops himself in your bathtub, looking at you expectantly. (The fox gets the best bath of his life, princess treatment fr) He once got himself stuck somewhere in your house and you laughed for a good couple of minutes while he just growled the whole time. Foxttore has never cared much for his fur but he appreciates how you keep it clean and fluffy. He's surprised at himself for how he keeps coming back to you... but he just convinces himself that you're a rare, good find because most humans would never go to these lengths for a creature like him. Totally not because he's also become emotionally attached.

You are nearly in tears when you find out you've been housing a grown man who can somehow turn into a fox creature thing this whole time??? But Dottore just acts like it's no big deal and eventually starts demanding attention as if you're his lover or something... haha... or 😉 ? If you're cuddling with him in his fox form and you try to leave, he'll turn into a human and just crush you with his weight. Also if you give him a little kith he transforms right on your lap with one of those grins of his. Uhhh and he also kills people who even try to disrespect you ❤️ Washing the blood off of Foxttore is a normal thing for you :) Your relationship is kind of... complicated. He goes out and does his own thing and he doesn't tell you anything but you don't question it nor do you care... but you always look forward to seeing a certain fox curled up on your bed!! Idk why but I'd love to put him under my shirt. He's very soft and fluffy and I would like to hold him.

#smooches talks #dottore love notes <3 #begging him to shift back into his fox form so u can squeeze him in ur arms #i hope these were good i just kind of rambled i hope u liked them anon!

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strangestcase · 1 year

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I think my least favorite genre of Jekyll and Hyde opinion is that Jekyll is a better scientist than Frankenstein because he gave Hyde a name and treats him “kindly” (buys expensive stuff for him, gets him clothes and an apartment).

Because it’s like. He is Hyde. Why the fuck do you think he’s doing that? He’s pulling a double life stunt and you can’t pull that without a new name, fake documents, and commodities.

You could say that he’s better than Frankenstein because the notes he takes on his experiments are more professional, or because he’s way more experienced, or because he fares slightly better at facing the consequences of his actions. Hell, you could even take a cheap shot at the fact that Victor dropped out of medical school.

But Hyde as a creation isn’t a child that needs to be clothed and fed, unlike Adam; he’s a facet of Jekyll, a new body and mind he can use like a crafty disguise and that eventually destroys him, because that’s all he could do; that’s what an addiction does. He’s a character that can be played, a persona that can be discarded if the situation calls for it. The true horror of the story resides in realizing that persona has become what you really are, and that you can’t help but self destruct. That this character has more control over you than you over it.

its like… what projecting tropes from shitty adaptations into the original text does to a MF.

#BRB off to treat Doc kindly by buying him a large McDonalds sandwich #jekyll and hyde #the strange case of dr jekyll and mr hyde #dr jekyll and mr hyde #jh #frankenstein #victor frankenstein #gothic fiction #gothic literature

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mxttellion · 1 year

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Are Yuu and Yanov also death gripped by wrenching trauma

Because I THINK Yanov, for you is a Medic, right? Like. That mf has probably seen horrors beyond comprehension *looks at Patryck*

BUT ALSO?? Do you have a role for Yuu in the RA? If so, what does he do? Does he know Paul, Patyrck, Tord & Yanov?

And have the 5 ever gone on missions together?

SORRY FOR SO MANY QUESTIONS DBSJSBVA

1) Yes, absolutely, who isn't aware of the horrors

2) Yanov's horrors pretty much consist on being exposed to whatever Patryck has going on with his body.

HOW IS HE ABLE TO DO THIS. HELP.

3) I think i said this before, but I always saw Yuu as the weapons / armory guy, the one who has to check on weapons and shit, except he's filled with anxiety and paranoia you can't really trust him around weapons. In the sense he's gonna get scared when you hold one. And of course he knows the others!

4) yeah, and their missions are always a mess.

#rxplies #eddsworld #ew patryck #ew yanov #ew yuu #nxb interps

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windsweptinred · 4 months

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10 Characters/10 Fandoms /10 Tags

Thank you for the tag @two-hands-toward-the-sun, this took me on a deep delve of my fandom past! Time to roll out my gaggle of glorious bastards again...

1. Ken Ichijouji - Digimon 02

Babies first blorbo. Puppy kicking, whip weilding antagonist who giveth not a shiteth. With a soul as black as his gloriously groomed locks. Who, by the power of love is transformed into the soggiest little puddle of twink you ever did see. Tragic backstory ✔️ A smorgasbord of issues ✔️ A realtionship with their rival/best friend so obbsessive, you're going to have a harder time proving this ship isn't a thing than it is. ✔️ Ken Ichijouji came with everything a young, naive millennial needed to make their first glorious steps into the world of fandom.

2. Ryou Bakura/Yami Bakura/Theif King Bakura - (Same body, they count as one!) Yu-Gi-Oh

Ryou Bakura - Adorable British cupcake with the soul of a traumatised lovecraftian cultist. Staring into the abyss while having afternoon tea. Gothic horror in a cream knit.

Yami Bakura - Actual murder floof, the walking personification of a horror podcast. In his wake trails body gore, supernatural mystery and gay subtext. Part demon, part Egyptian theif, 100% bringing sexy back. (bonus points: Florence)

Thief King Bakura - Traumatic back story maketh homicidal rogue. Wears red, has a social circle made up of ghosts and snake monsters... Is this not prime husband material?

3. Starscream - Transformers

Darling little duplicitous second in command of the Decepticons. Not just any 'Little Shit', THE 'Little Shit'. Simulatiously the dumbest and cleverest bot in any room. And that, my friends, takes a particular breed of talent. Negative traits, scheming, petty, fabulous. Postive traits, scheming, petty, fabulous. Repetitive attempts to off Megatron, play of either the power or fore variety. Not sure which, could be both.

4. Darth Maul/ General Armitage Hux- Star Wars

I will not and cannot choose a favourite between them. Instead, watch with wonder and awe as I neatly compress them into the same blurb...

Sad meow meow with self-worth issues does galactic war crimes to prove 'daddy' wrong. What do you mean my fixation with thwarting my archnemeis can't be classed as a hobby/career goal/life ambition? My voice can launch a thousand ships... Different circumstances, same truth. Such a pathetic little sausage, you'll want to sit them down and feed them soup. But they know atleast 101 ways to kill you with the spoon... So best not risk it.

5. Crowley - Supernatural

The diabolical king of cunt serving. Me and my athletic calves are doing this right thing for all wrong reasons...And you can't prove other wise! Alignment: Risk it for a biscuit. Four step program to deal with all life's problems: 1: flirt at it, 2: shout at it, 3: throw (please pick your chosen Winchester or, if pushed, tailor) at it. 4:... Yell bollocks and follow with a whiskey chaser.

6. Desire/Destiny of the Endless - The Sandman

Again, not picking. Desire, my darling little hell kitten. Destiny, my inglorious bastard in brown...

This is my world, you MFs all just live in it!

My emotions... Which I do not have, are the route cause of everyone else's problems.

Ah humanity, the dust bunnies upon which I sneeze.

Even in a glorified bathrobe, I'm still better then you, and you know it.

It is a truth universally acknowledged, that Dream of the Endless is a f*cking dumb ass.

7. Remy Lebeau (Gambit) - Xmen, Marvel Comics

Marvel looked at their collection of motley mutant misfits. And realised they had a morally dubious, disaster bi shaped hole to fill... And there Remy Lebeau has been for for 30 slutty, slutty years and counting. Sex in fushia pink spandex. Single handily keeping thievery in Americas top 50 kinks. Slowly exhausting the world's supply of playing cards... Must be considered a traitor to the cause atleast once a decade to keep his street cred. Must be considered a secret Summers brother atleast once a decade to keep his ego in check.

8. Jonathan Crane (Scarecrow) - Batman (DC)

Scythe wielding, reigning and defending Trick or treat world champion since 1941. The physical attributes of a Giacometti sculpture with the rustic aesthetic of the folk horror genre. Grumpy old man syndrome dialed up to eleven. Pets: Craw the crow, Nightmare the raven... Edward Nygma. Built a life manifesto based on a gothic novel... Oh captain, my captain.

9. Alfie Solomons - Peaky Blinders

All hail the great arisen god of Margate. Who looked upon Tommy Shelby and called him smol. Weilds tomfuckery like a pepper spray straight up the jacksie. Views betrayal as a bonding exercise. Somewhere in his words are the the meaning of life. Still awaiting the lab results as to whether this man is the anthropomorphic personification of chaotic neutral. Not even part of the egg and spoon race. Will still manage to win with a watermelon and a novelty spork.

10. Elias Bouchard - The Magnus Archives

(art by @felix-krain and @caligosatchel)

Cluedo character brought to life by malevolent eldritch entity for sexy end of the world shinnanigans. I suspect either Proffesor Plum or Reverend Green, professional opinions vary. Maintains the inability to move more than one square at a time when enacting nefarious schemes. Still has a preference for homicide by kitchenware. Comes with all the British, arch dilf energy of an Agatha Cristie villain. Taking the horrors from the hands of privileged elite and unleashing them on unsuspecting white collar workers. Eye, chin and tits first.

Whelp, that's my ten fictional characters/fandoms. Men folk (and Desire) addition. When I say I like them on the morally grey dulux colour chart. I'm not exaggerating. 😅

I'm tagging, at your pleasure @mashumaru @aisalynn @bobbole @tickldpnk8 @writing-for-life @marvagon @missingrache @rriavian @jazzy-a and @ibrithir-was-here

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