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deadprocess · 9 months
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So I’m posting a lot but since Havik got a new (atrocious) haircut….would Hotaru’s change as well?
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deadprocess · 9 months
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So I saw that Havik was now a CITIZEN of Seido, and I couldn’t resist the visual.
Bonus:
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deadprocess · 9 months
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After seeing reptiles reveal, I had some thoughts
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deadprocess · 9 months
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Havik pulled Hotaru out of a meeting to brag about his recent appearances
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deadprocess · 9 months
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STOPPP! They brought him back! They brought Havik back!
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deadprocess · 1 year
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The anime gave us an extended bit of Sanji vs. King and Queen, and it’s some of the coolest animation in the entire series. (episode is 1045)
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deadprocess · 1 year
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You're writing is amazing! Would you be willing to write a third part to Idolize me? <3 <3 <3
//Its been awhile...but I did it//
//Triggers: gore mention, blood mention, dub con, violence, cursing...it's dead by daylight. Most of this needs a warning//
xx IDIOLIZE ME pt 3 xx
You couldn’t recall how long you’ve been in this world of terror. However you could vaguely recall when you first met him. He stood there with a gore covered bat that had collided with your friends head, raised high in the air and ready to swing back down to silence their gurgling. His yellow eyes blazed with a reflective glow similar to that of the cats. Though if you’re honest, you could barely see them from how blown out his pupils were.
It was unadulterated bliss on his face. Bliss from the murder of your friend. Or… Whatever this was. You never got used to how many of your friends died, how many times you died. You all came back. Fit as a fiddle for the next round, but just a little bit more tired and a little more desperate. How many times has your skull been crushed in? How many times has your body been torn apart? How many times has your fingers been bitten off? How many days since this began?
When did he decide that you were his?
He was such an odd character. A bright spectacle with human normalcy that stood out amongst the murk and darkness. But it was nothing but a colorful façade, that of a peacock showing its feathers. He was just as ugly as the rest of them. His mind just as fucked.
“Sing for me.” He’d purr, face so close to yours you could feel the wind of his breath. It was neither hot nor cold. Didn’t even have a smell. He wasn’t human was he? Not any more.
How long has it been since you were stuck in this realm? His realm? You never woke up by the campsite anymore. Only here in this tiny back room of the Crotus Prenn Asylum. You figure out this was the only place that would allow him. You weren’t aware that these monsters would be able to harm each other until he came hobbling back, covered in blood with the rabbit woman’s axe deeply embedded into his shoulder. He coexisted with the clown and the floating woman dressed in old time nursing clothes. You wondered if she pitied you by the way she lingered for a moment or two. She never stayed long, especially not when he was around. You supposed even killers had their limits. Or maybe she just didn’t want to see him knuckles deep inside you, forcing you to scream for all that you were worth. You supposed that was more of a mercy on her part.
You knew for a fact he was getting more pleasure out of this than you ever could. By the way his mouth hung open, drool pooling at the corner of his mouth and eyes heavy lidded mumbling something in Korean far to fast for you to understand. His finger nails digging into all the fresh cuts he made on your skin, forcing more blood to rivet down your arms and legs. You never screamed anymore, just let small grunts and gasps escape you as he sunk deeper into your warmth over and over again. You were hesitant to make anymore noises than that, lest he get the newfound inspiration to produce more of his "music" with you being his muse and starlet.
You missed your compatriots at the campfire. You wondered briefly if they missed you, but your curiosity began to fade as Ji-woon (as you come to find out when he screamed at you to moan his name, his real name, during one of your earlier rendezvous) lifted your hips to slam them back against his. You vision blurred as a knot tightened deep within you when he dragged against that special spot. Maybe you were becoming sick just like the rest, but who were you to deny the one pleasurable thing in this personal hell. It was just you and him now, and death couldn't do you two part.
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deadprocess · 2 years
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I believe they do something like this the final hours of the banquet every year
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deadprocess · 2 years
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Can I request a trickster x male reader who likes painting and photography but doesn’t look the part, style is totally opposite of the reader’s Hobbys. Tysm! Your writing is so good!
//Lets give it a go!//
*PRE ENTITY
-This man screams artistic flare with all his get ups and...peculiar habits, so he is more attracted to someone who can share that said flare.
-However, with you...you caught him off guard initially. Sure you don't judge a book by its cover (he is more than a big enough example of that), but he really wasn't expecting such difference in character.
-Your style didn't demonstrate the gentle artistic nature you held within.
-He broke into your apartment to learn more about your habits and schedule. He initially wanted to find the most opportune time to snag you and begin your very own performance for him, but inside he discovered the more profound part of your soul.
-You apartment was littered with paintings (unfinished and finished) and photography of landscapes, people, places and abstract things. Each detail eliciting deep emotions that only a true artist could behold.
-Least thats what he convinced himself.
-Almost enamored with your work, Ji-Woon was nearly caught as he heard the jingle of your key clicking into the lock of your front door.
-Surely you wouldn't miss just a few pieces of your work.
-They were such beautiful pieces...surely you wouldn't mind them being used as inspiration.
-Or perhaps it was because one photo was that of your face. Each angle highlighted so beautifully showing the delicate little details from your hair flicking in a certain direction to your eyelashes casting a shadow where your eyes were narrowed ever so slightly.
-Perhaps he should get in touch. You must surely have a platform somewhere. Ever artist need a collaboration partner and your artistic visions would suit him well. Just differently than he initially thought for you.
-He doesn't take no as an answer.
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deadprocess · 2 years
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King The Wildfire x Lunarian!Reader HCs
Meeting reader for the first time
- King does not remember the company of his own people, that much is certain. Through the horrific experiments conducted on him by the world government much of his past is locked deep in his subconscious and he prefers to keep it that way as all that matters is his servitude to Kaido and his dreams in the present. 
- He does know that his race is particular in appearance and he would be a fool not to recognize his own biology staring him the face. 
- His initial reaction is not one of immediate love, comfort or happiness. It’s suspicion. He does not trust his own eyes for a minute and he certainly does not trust this stranger; you. 
- Your reaction might differ from his as a beaming smile crosses your striking face. His worries want to melt as he feels pulling at his heart. He ignores them in turn for grilling you.
- He needs to know absolutely everything. Who are you, where did you come from, how are you alive, what have you been doing for all these years? You could hardly answer his questions to completion before his next one is already spoken.
- King is mainly in disbelief. Even if you physically part ways, he will make sure that your location is always known, keeping an eye on your for weeks that turn to months.
- Even if he is not driven by emotions normally, there is a deep fear in the pit of his heart that if he lets you out of his grip, you'll be lost once again and this time...he’ll never find you again. 
- For so long he had accepted that his race will die with him. He was comfortable with that knowledge until you appeared presenting him with the knowledge that he wasn't as alone as he thought.
- The more he thinks about it...the more he becomes unsettled by the thought of being alone like that once more.
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deadprocess · 2 years
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Are you still writing trickster fanfics? I see you haven’t in awhile, did you loose interest? I totally get that if so.
Hello, thank you for the question! I am still writing. I have one fic in the work right now but i restarted my masters program and that has taken up the forefront on my mind. I appreciate everyones patience during this time but i am still working on writing on the side. My inbox is still open so feel free to request and this upcoming break ill be working on them :)
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deadprocess · 2 years
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Hormone monstress idea popped into my head. Meet the agent from Europe, Saoirse !
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deadprocess · 2 years
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I absolutely adore the relationship mitsuri and nezukp have. Love big sis Mitsuri
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deadprocess · 2 years
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Personal thoughts on the human glamrock crew:
First up is the girls!
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deadprocess · 2 years
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I would love to see more Animatronic reader x fnaf. Read one fic and was hooked! Yall are so talented!
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deadprocess · 2 years
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@genderbent-yt
I just missed them :)
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deadprocess · 2 years
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Husband!! Again!
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