#BUT FUCKING HANA

[choices-binglebonkus]

#Liam Drake and maxwell’s outfits were…fine #they were okay #but Hana #BUT HANA #BUT FUCKING HANA #she CONSISTENTLY killed it in her outfits #i mean my god #i honestly cannot name a single outfit on hana I didn’t like #she is GORGEOUS and has a fabulous fashion sense #there’s usually that one outfit for either the MC or a love interest that’s hideous #but I am not fucking around here #Hana does not have ONE bad outfit #hana’s hair #Hana’s wardrobe #and MISS HANA LEE HERSELF is FLAWLESS #choices stories you play #playchoices #choices stories we play #pixelberry #pixelberry studios #playchoices fandom #choices stories you play fandom #choices stories we play fandom #choices meme #choices memes #hana lee #choices trr #trr #choices the royal romance #the royal romance

[milolunde]

Ultimate Showdown of Ultimate Blue and Orange Siblings

#rise …. Usagi yojimbo/samurai rabbit….. I miss you………. #sonic the hedgehog #sth #my art #sonic #rottmnt #rottmnt leo #miles tails prower #rottmnt Mikey #yuichi usagi #srtuc kitsune #srtuc Hana #tails the fox #unbreakable bond #sonic and tails #portal duo #baja blast #uh….. #the cat the hare and the fox. I fucking guess.

[bixels]

Now that Ghibli's new movie is coming out soon, I've been thinking about anime films and wanna talk about my favorite animated movie ever, Tokyo Godfathers.

TG is a 2003 tragicomedy by Satoshi Kon, following three unhoused people––an alcoholic, a runaway girl, an a trans woman––who find a baby in a dumpster and set off across Tokyo to reunite her with her parents.

If you like the sound of that, go watch it because the rest of this post is spoilers and I have FEELINGS about this movie.

URGHH, the fact that only two moments of true kindness, generosity, and care given to the three protagonists without any expectation of reciprocity are given by a Latin-American immigrant couple and a drag show club full of trans women. The fact that, despite her loud and dramatic personality, Hana is the glue that holds the team together and the heart of the whole movie. The fact that this movie pulls no punches at showing the violence and inhumanity committed by "civilized Japanese society" against the unhoused. The fact that Miyuki craves to be loved by her parents and ends up seeing Hana as her true mother. The fact that Miyuki starts off accidentally using transphobic language against Hana, but slowly begins calling her "Miss Hana" out of respect. The fact that, according to Kon, Hana's role in the story is as a mythological trickster god and "disturb the morality and order of society, but also play a role in revitalizing culture." The fact that Hana so desperately wants to be part of a true family, yet is willing to sacrifice her found family so they can be with their own, and is rewarded for her good deeds in the end by becoming a godmother. The fact that, throughout the movie, wind and light have been used to signify the presence of god's hand/influence (this movie's about nondenominational faith––faith in yourself, faith in others, faith in a higher power. Lots of religious are referenced, such as Buddhism/Hinduism, Christianity, and Shintoism), and in the climax of the film, as Hana jumps off a building to save a baby that isn't hers, a gust of wind and a shower of light save her from death. The fact that god saves a trans woman's life because she proved herself a mother, and that shit makes me CRY.

#ramblings #long post #not art #personal #it's the ultimate found family movie #not without its problems. i really dont like its depiction of mental health #for a movie that does an otherwise great job spotlighting the unhoused crisis in japan and its society's oppressive distain towards women #and queer people. it really drops the ball on depicting one of the biggest contributors to the crisis #but otherwise this movie is so fucking full of love and kindness and second chances and how fucking good queer folks and poc are #it blows my mind that this film came out in 2003 and the main protagonist is a trans woman who's just the fucking best #the recent gkids dub is REALLY good by the way! they got shakina nayfack; a trans va; to voice Hana! #the dub made great strides to undo a lot of the original misgendering and mistranslations #also its a christmas movie #also the ost was done by the band that did earthbound's ost

[x-endangere-d-x]

does this post make sense??? is it comprehensible???

#yknow what the fuck happened in those 20 somethin years #btd #btd2 #tpof #btd ren #boyfriend to death #btd2 ren #ren hana btd #ren hana #tpof fox #tpof ren

[soureggs]

its canon in my haert

#btd2 #btd #tpof #ren hana #btd fanart #btd ren #my husband #boyfriendtodeath #rip strade #btd strade #i fucking hate strade

[sugurizz]

I physically FCKING CAN'T ANYMORE.

#jinx #jinx manhwa #joo jaekyung #hana rambles #FUCK

[pwurrz]

being a fan of characters that are from media that fucking sucks made by people who fucking suck is literally just feeling this image on a personal level several times a day

#fuck you they’re my character now actually #you wouldn’t know how to handle them with your life in danger so they’re mine now #don’t worry catnap from [redacted] #cassidy genji hana kiriko gabe niran and venture from [very redacted] #chocola and vanilla from [extremely redacted] #every single warrior cats character but especially the women #i’ll save you. i’ll make you the characters you were meant to be #*clenches fist*

[unimo]

toxic yuri 💀🌼

#lawrence oleander #btd lawrence #boyfriend to death 2 #btd2 fanart #btd2 ren #btd 2 #ren hana #guys I fucking forgot rens scars and beastkin marks #🤦‍♀️ #forgive this atrocity please

[shuchu]

bro... puberty really did its job

he's still cute but now he kinda gives me onii-chan vibes

i feel like he'd stand behind me while i'm talking to other people like a protective brother would and kinda size them up, intimidating the person i'm talking to you know?

his features became softer, especially with the eyes and his face shape changed making him look like some otome game character lmao like tears of themis

i wouldn't say he's hot but he's cute

#hana rambles ♡ #kyo 2.0 #mans shot up like a fucking beanstalk bro

[trashhole]

Yet another starbee dump (and some sad memes I made)

My friends called this “schröingers kiss”. Maybe I’ll paint it later (or not)

Made this one while listening to “the land is inhospitable and so are we”. Heaven is such a good track, mitski is such a great artist.

This one’s a meme lol

I don’t really like this next one but I spent way too long on it so it goes in the dump

It’s also a meme lol

Here’s more memes I made since I am the funniest ever/j

#this would have been out sooner if I didn’t spend like 2 hours on pt making a starscream skin #and also didn’t get food poisoning #that fucked me up for a bit #never eating target chicken egg roll again… #anyway Heaven is a banger #it sounds like love #it’s in my starbee playlist (both pt 1 and 2!) #ok I’m finished I’m going to try and not be food poisoned or something #transformers #maccadam #starscream #bumblebee #starbee #tfe starscream #tfe bumblebee #earthspark #earthspark bumblebee #earthspark starscream #hanaes scrapheap

[poppy5991]

Toga: So you died once right? And came back? What is the afterlife like?

Dabi: Very dark? Like a forest? Some guy was screaming?

Spinner:…

Dabi: Not what I pictured heaven being.

Spinner: I think you went to hell, bro.

Shigaraki: Yeah, you definitely went to hell.

Dabi: I went to- OHHHH

Toga: But he wasn’t even a villain yet!

Dabi: I did try to kill a toddler, though.

Spinner: YOU WHAT?!

Dabi: Just mild attempted fratricide. Does that mean I deserve hell?!

Shigaraki: The demons apparently thought so.

#Shigaraki remembering Hana and the dog: WAIT FUCK #I’m watching dimension 20 and it’s so funny #my inspo here #mha #boku no hero academia #bnha #mha memes #mha incorrect quotes #dabi #Shigaraki #spinner #yoga #league of villains

[pachirobi]

get sunbeamed, idiot

#how it feels to be ulted at point blank rank I think #girl you are… so bright #drew this before we got to see her full model I fucked UP #illari #illari overwatch #Hana song #dva ow #Overwatch #Overwatch 2 #arg… that be me art matey

[fuxling]

These have been sitting here for months and while I plan on finishing some of them for the most part these are abandoned sketches hehe 😎

IF YOU ARE UNDER 18, DO NOT INTERACT OR FOLLOW

#I’ve been so busy I haven’t had a lot of time to do personal work #But soon hopefully #In the meantime #These tm #btd #strade #boyfriend to death #ren hana #ren #art tag #artrot #btd2 #Yeah that’s Ren fucking Strades decapitated head at Lawrence’s suggestion #it’s cool it’s fine #tw decapitated head #tw necrophillia

[lomltrentarnold]

pizza & promises — trent alexander-arnold ₊˚ෆ

warnings … long fic!! jealous!trent, they’re besties, sprinkle of angst, someone’s flirting with reader, a little miscommunication (for the friend im picturing steve in stranger things cause joe keery is hot <3)

🍓hana’s notes … i dont really know where i was going with this im sorry 😭 i just wanted to let this out, this is just a dump of writing inspo that was in my head (also this is def inspired by b99 scene where boyle was talking to jake 🫣) || MAIN MASTERLIST

Trent is not jealous.

No. Definitely not.

He’s just… uncomfortable. Yeah, thats it.

And he’s worried that you’re feeling uncomfortable too. It doesn’t look like it, not really. But you never know.

His once wide eyes in search for you suddenly narrows when he saw you talking to someone. When he realised who that person was, his narrow eyes became glares.

Its Steve. Oh, sweet collage friend Steve.

Steve’s nice, sure. He’s polite, he makes you laugh, but Steve also has a big fat crush on you. Everyone knows that. Its so blantly obvious.

Which is totally not a problem. Its not like Trent has the crush on you too. (definitely not a lie.)

Ew, he’s touching your arm now.

Trent doesn’t know how long he has been glaring at you guys but his some other people surely do.

“What’s going on with you?” Virgil asked, a teasing tone already coating his voice.

For once that night, Trent averted his gaze away from you, to his friend.

“What?”

Hendo piped out, “You have been staring at them for a while.” nudging to yours and Steve’s direction.

Trent glanced over to you both, “No, I haven’t.” he denied.

“Sure.” Virgil laughed, “You should tell Y/N how you feel y’know.”

“What?”

“Mate, everyone knows already.” Virgil sent him a sympathetic look, “Should be quick though, seems like you’re not the only one.” he raised his eyebrows.

Trent glanced to where you stand before dropping his head. “I don’t have a chance.” he scoffed, “Look at ‘em! They’re practically giving each other heart eyes.”

Hendo and Virgil both looked at each other with the same look. Is Trent dumb?

“What do you think she sees in him anyway?” he huffed out, crossing his arms across his chest.

“Do you know why she’s with him and not you right now?”

Trent looked at Hendo, waiting him to continue, “Because he’s actually is making effort to show her he’s interested.”

Trent sighed, he knew deep down that his friends were right.

Robbo came out of nowhere, slapping his back, “What you waiting tor then?! Go get her!”

Trent winced at the sudden impact, “Were you eavesdropping?”

Robbo shrugged his shoulders, “Of course I was. Go!”

He stood up, wiping his sweaty hands on his pants, already walking towards your direction.

“Hi.”

You turned your head at his voice, a smile lighting up your face. “Hey!”

Steve nodded his head along in greeting. Shoulder slumped in disappointment at the intrusion.

You furrow your eyebrows at Trent when you noticed how nervous he looked, “You okay?” you asked, head tilting to the side in concern, and Trent thinks that its illegal to look that pretty.

Trent scratched the back of his neck, choosing to focus on the necklace that was around yours. The one that he bought for you that he has a matching bracelet of and that gave him the push of confidence he needed.

“Can I talk to you for a bit?”

“Okay.” you read his body language, nodding your head in understanding, “Sorry, Steve. I’ll see you next time?” you apologised, not even waiting for Steve to reply before linking your pinkies together with Trent and pulling him away.

As you guys walk away Trent couldn’t help but look back to Steve. He saw that Steve had a smirk on his face as if to say ‘You won.’ and Trent involuntarily flushed.

You sneaked Trent into the closest room available which turned out to be a bathroom. You walked in, locking the room for extra privacy before facing him. “So? What did you wanna talk about?”

Trent finally made eye contact with you and the sad look he’s wearing only concerns you more.

“I just—“ he stumbles, eyes nervously flickering all over your face, why are you glowing? “I was just wondering—“ damn it, why can’t he say anything?

Your doe eyes stared back at him, round and curious and Trent has to fight the urge to kiss you silly.

A thick silence blanketed you both as you waited for Trent to speak. You have enough patience, it wasn’t like you were dreading to go back to the party. It was getting boring — no offence to Steve— you just wanted to stay with Trent in all honesty. So being a room with him, although small, wasn’t all that bad.

“Hello? Is anyone in there?”

A sudden banging sound echoed the bathroom, breaking your eye contact.

“Come on then! I need to piss!”

Trent sighed, sending you a small smile. He scooted his fingers close to yours, almost hesitating to intertwine your fingers together. That made you furrow your eyebrows, because you both are always touchy and comfortable with each other. But you didn’t want to push him, he looks like he was contemplating something in his mind.

Trent retracted his hand back, not noticing the look of hurt flashing across your face. He opened the door, hand ghosting behind your back and guiding you out.

The person waiting outside the bathroom sent you and Trent an unamused look. He rolled his eyes and scoffed as he ran into the toilet. Muttering some profanities under his breath.

As you both walked outside, Trent was immediately whisked away by his teammates. He sent you an apologetic look. You mouthed a ‘Later.’ to him to which he replied with a smile, before turning around to converse with them.

You hated the way that your heart twisted. Is he okay? Did you do something wrong? Why did he look so sad?

Sure, you have been friends for a long time, but it took a while for him to open up. He was reserved, and a little shy, so when he let you see a glimpse of his true self you were elevated. You are not going to mess this up.

Even if you have to bury your feelings to do it.

• • •

It has been five days since the last time you spoke to Trent.

You knew he was busy, so you didn’t want to let that bother you, but you couldn’t help it.

If he was busy and he knew that he won’t be able to contact you for a bit, he would tell you beforehand. You were getting restless, so you contacted his brother, asking him if he’s home.

That’s how you ended up here, at the front door of his house. Marcel was the one who invited you in and when he saw you, he immediately knew who you’re here for.

“He’s in his room.” Marcel informed, a teasing smirk on his face.

You shyly nodded your head, maybe this is a bit much, “Thanks.

You knocked on Trent’s door, countless of thoughts ringing in your head, maybe this is over the top. Should you be doing this? What if he’s ignoring you? Is this his hint that he doesn’t want to be your friend anymore?

You were getting ready to bail, when the door opened. Revealing the person you were waiting to see.

“Y/N?” His eyes widen as they meet yours, as he took off his headphones as it blasted music, looking at you in confusion. “What you doin’ here?”

You thickly swallowed, hands shaking in nervousness. “Uh, I was worried if you were okay, cause you weren’t really responding to my messages, and I feel like we haven’t really talked. But now, I’m just realising that maybe you were ignoring me and I don’t know how to take a hint—“

His warm hand engulfed around your wrist, bringing you inside his room. Your startled figure almost made you topple over, but you quickly regained your balance. “Am I getting kidnapped?”

Trent looked amused when he looks at you, the face that he always wears when he’s with you. You’re happy that didn’t change.

“Kidnap you? In my house? That you came to?”

“Anything is possible!”

Trent chuckled. The atmosphere felt a little lighter than before you walked in and you hoped he doesn’t want to stop being friends with you.

Because you really liked being friends with him.

Maybe a little too much.

“So?”

“So?”

You stared at him with wide eyes, “What’s going on with you?” you asked, tone softening when you took notice of the bags under his eyes. “Did you get enough sleep?”

His eyebrows shot up.

“I didn’t mean like that— I was just saying like you look tired. You look good but like you look tired so I—“

“Y/N.”

You stopped your rambling for the second time that day. You took a deep breath. “I was just worried.”

Trent sighed, he sat on the edge of the bed and patting the empty spot next to him.

You hesitantly took the place beside him, being hyper aware about how much space you’re leaving in between.

“I’m sorry.” he whispered, “I didn’t mean to worry you.”

Shrugging your shoulders, “Its okay.” you assured.

Trent starts to fidget with his fingers, “I have been thinking a lot in the past few days.”

“About what? The Prem?”

He took a deep breath, “No. Us.”

You took a large gulp. This was it. He was going to end your friendship. You’re going to be alone and you never got to tell him how you really feel about him.

You decided to play clueless, “Us? Like what?”

But the words that came out of his mouth has got you choking on your spit.

“Like romantically.”

Your mouth gaped, “You’re joking.”

Trent took offence at your response, immediately feeling embarrassed about telling you in the first place, “No need for tha’ I was just thinkin’.” he defended, hurt coating his words in attempt to save himself.

“No!” you mentally slapped yourself when you saw his reaction, “No, what I meant was that,” you sighed, “I have been thinking about that too.”

He meets your eyes, doe and soft, looking at him like he got you your favourite food. Like he hung all the stars and the moons.

He was looking at you the same.

“You have?” he whispered, scared to figure out if you were lying or joking.

But you settled down his loud fears.

You nodded, “Yeah.”

He nodded alongside with you.

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

Trent ran his fingers through his hair, a nervous habit you picked up on. “Do you wanna go on a date?” he coughed, “If you want we can go to the pizza place that you have been meaning to go to.”

“That serves pineapples on pizza?”

He nodded.

You grinned. “Yeah, I would love too!” your voice getting higher with excitement.

“Great!”

A smile took over Trent’s nervous features, the roundness of his cheeks, the slopes of his dimples and his pretty smile making you want to kiss him until he’s dizzy.

And at last maybe you’ll get the chance to do just that.

Finally.

#hana writes! #yeah idk what the fuck this is #its like word vomit #i love pineapple on pizza sorry not sorry #love yall mwah mwah #trent alexander arnold #trent alexander arnold fic #trent alexander arnold blurbs #trent alexander x you #trent alexander arnold x reader #trent alexander arnold fluff #trent alexander imagines #trent arnold x reader #football x you #football imagine #football x y/n #football x reader

[hiskillingjar]

hiihi just wanted to make a request for maybe like headcanons or drabbles or rlly whatevr medium you prefer abt lawrence strade or ren w/ dollification. i just think that some of the boys r wayyy better at taking care of their dolls than others LOL. strade would probably just use it as an excuse to totally manhandle n beat up an MC more but... i think ren would take care of a "doll" better imo

hrghhhhh i hate you people, you can't keep using this kink against me

since i already wrote a headcanon post very similar to this, i thought i'd just. write some drabbles because i'm insane and i hate working on actual writing lmao

cw for some gory descriptions in law's and strade's parts. as expected. also i posted this on ao3 because why not :P

🥀

"Law…Law~"

Your voice was as quiet as the coo of a dove from where you were sitting, settled down at Lawrence's feet while they attended to potting a new plant, the haze of marijuana smoke streaming from their lips like a slumbering dragon as the humidifier steamed up the wide windows of the apartment, as if they were trying to conceal you (what you had become, what they made you) from the rest of the world, keep you to themselves.

Your brain was as hazy as theirs with similarly strong drugs, administered through poisoned tea in a floral teacup, which left you doped up and thoughtless, vulnerable to any cruel intentions that they had with you.

Not like you cared about their intentions anymore though. You didn't have the brain to.

"Shhh…"

Lawrence didn't look directly at you, but they still smiled as they shushed you, the corners of their pretty mouth curling up into a serene smile, as peaceful and detached as an angel, a benevolent Goddess looking at a lamb left behind for the slaughter by a sadistic master.

Adequately silenced, you let out a sleepy moan in place of any more words, pressing your heavy head against their leg (you barely reached their knee now) and nuzzling it the best you could, what little remained of your brain seeking comfort from them, no matter what the cost might have been (and it could be steep, when Lawrence was the one administering the toll).

Tonight, though, they seemed to be in a good mood. Perhaps it was the stream of smoke from their lips or the still burning joint in the ashtray at the side, but whatever the cause, they couldn't help but laugh quietly as you kept nuzzling up against their leg.

"Oh, there you are." They said kindly. "That's my good doll. My special, little doll…"

They continued to work on their plants, though they were kind enough to reward you with a few head scritches, to let you know they were paying attention to you, and appreciating your sweet, docile form at their feet.

You instinctively raised your head to press against their palm, letting them stroke through your hair even more, chasing after each touch with trilled moans and high whimpering whines.

Lawrence had to smile again, finally looking down on you (their smile never touching their eyes, the stiff grin of a corpse, a girl in the water, a bride in a freezer) as you rose on your injured knees to lean into their hand, admiring the way your hair (a little greasy and matted, they hadn't been taking care of you too well as of late) fell around your bruised face, and the pinpricks of blood that were dotted on your lips made you look made up and pretty, like a figure or a toy.

This was the way you were meant to be, and you knew that. You were meant to be a sweet little thing for them to care for, a doll who'd had their joint popped out by a child who played too roughly with their toys, so docile and so trusting that you would obey whatever order came from them.

Or, at the very least, not put up too much of a fight against it.

"Law…" You whined softly, trying to sit forward on your knees, the infected cuts (you probably had sepsis of some kind, the hack job through your limbs had been done so sloppily, though not like you had the mind to be worried about that of all things) bound with blood-dotted bandages, pain cutting through the haze of pleasurable cotton padding in your head. "Mm, please…"

Lawrence looked at you curiously as you asked for something, the gentle strokes of their fingers pausing.

"Do you want something, love?"

"Mmm…"

They glanced at you, those beautiful, dead eyes dull with a familiar calmness and serenity that deadened their senses and made them all the more irresistible.

In your drugged state, it was easy to fall into a contented and submissive silence despite the searing pain that haunted you whenever you were sober enough to feel it, content to just be in Lawrence's presence and enjoy your life, or rather the remnants of it, as their doll.

You hummed again as they continued to stroke your hair, letting yourself settle at their feet, subdued into quiet submission at their touch.

"Can I have some more tea?" You finally asked after a few moments of quiet, distracted by a sudden searing sensation in what used to be your right leg. "Please…"

Lawrence chuckled softly at your question, shaking their head slightly without even looking at you.

"Oh…doll, I don't think that'd be a good idea…"

There was a subtle edge to their voice now, a lowness and authority that you weren't completely used to, as if they were trying to make a point.

"Remember the last time you had a second serving? Your mouth went numb and you couldn't keep your thoughts in line. I could barely understand you all night, had to shut you up just to stop you from babbling and babbling…" They looked at you again, with a quirk of their head, barely a light in those dead eyes. "Remember that, dolly? Or did you forget?"

"Mm…please?" You pouted all the same as you continued to plead, your blood-pricked lips trembling, watching as they sighed and set their tools down, stooping down to your level and scraping back a lock of blonde hair behind their ear with dirty hands. "It's hurting again, Law…hurting awful."

"Shh…it's okay, little doll…"

Lawrence kept the tone of their voice as gentle as they could, trying to soothe you as they reached forward to stroke over each stump of what used to be your limbs. Your wounds were still bad, made worse by the dirt constantly clinging to their fingers when they attended to them as best they could, but you were, at least, always too drugged to feel the severity of the pain, too drugged from the chemicals in their brew and too drugged from the sleepy calmness in their voice, to notice how bad they'd gotten in the weeks since they'd first done it.

"Okay, petal…okay." They nodded, their long (lovely) fingers stilling. "I'll give you some more tea, but you better not take too much this time, you hear me?"

"Mmhmm," You nodded with a grateful smile, following behind them on all fours, like an innocent, little lamb (being led to the slaughter) as they stood back to their feet and paced to the small kitchen connected to the rest of the apartment. "Thank you, thank you~"

"Of course, darling…of course."

They kept their back to you as they went ahead to the kitchen for your next serving of drugs, clicking the kettle on and spooning teaspoons of herbs into your special teacup.

"I have to do everything I can to keep my doll quiet and sweet on me…isn't that right?"

🦊

"Okay, baby, what does this say?"

Ren asked the question sweetly, the tone of his voice similar to that of a kind teacher speaking to a particularly challenging student as he held the book to your eyes, his golden gaze encouraging and warm.

You screwed up your expression thoughtfully, your bound hands curling into fists in the fluffy tulle of your skirt as you focused intently on the book, trying to put the letters together and make the word he was teaching you in your muddled-up brain.

Ren didn't mind that you were muddled up now, though, especially since he had gone through such an effort to do it in the first place. 

In fact, he liked the opportunity to teach you new things, teach you not to resist him when he forced you into girly, fetish outfits, and teach you to be exactly the type of pet he wanted.

One who was just as eager about his teaching as he was. 

"Fuh…uh," You sounded out, crossing your socked feet (white and frilly around the ankles) under you as he nodded eagerly at your words. "Ex. Fu-uh-ex."

"Yes, yes, you're almost there!" He said with a bright grin, his fangs shiny and wet as he nodded again. "Fuh, that's an F." He pointed at each bold letter with a claw, sounding it out just as you did so you'd have a better understanding of him. "Uh, that's an O. And ex, that's an X." He looked to you again before pointing at the cartoonish illustration at the top of the page. "And what's this? What does that spell out?"

"That's Ren!" You said excitedly, grinning at the cartoon fox on the thick boarded book before looking back to him, waiting for praise.

"Good doll!" He said with a yipping giggle, covering his mouth with his jacket sleeve to stop it from growing louder. "Heh, that's very good, but not quite. What does it spell, dolly? Use your brain to work it out."

You didn’t need to remind him that you didn’t have much of a brain left.

"Mmmm…" You looked thoughtful again, following each time his claw moved with your bright, and yet utterly empty eyes again. "Fuh…uh…ex. Oh, it's fox!" You smiled victoriously, looking into his eyes. "Fox, it's a fox, just like Ren!"

"Wow, good job!" He praised encouragingly (condescendingly), setting down the book and clapping his hands. "So smart, dolly, you did so, so well!~"

You beamed proudly as he leaned forward, a familiar sticker sheet of golden star stickers in hand, and peeled two off to lay flat on each of your cheeks, a reward for being so smart. Your skin was powdery and matte with concealer and blush to hide your bruises, so the stickers almost instantly tried to peel away, but neither of you minded.

It was the thought that counted, after all.

"You're doing such a good job with your reading today, dolly, I think we should give you an even bigger reward." Ren sat back on his knees with a familiar grin on his face. "What do you think?"

"Mmhmm," You nodded obediently, your empty eyes lighting up as he slid off the bed (your bed, not his, but he slept in it with you so often that it might have well have been) and fetched your favourite wand from the bedside table drawer, full of similarly well-used toys in varying colours and sizes.

Ren chuckled at your eager expression and slid the wheel of the wand up, watching intently as it buzzed to life in his hands before his eyes went back to yours and narrowed, a new air of quiet authority taking over his expression.

"Raise your skirts, doll." He ordered, and you did so almost instantly.

The jangling chain of your wrist cuffs (loose and comfortable, almost exclusively there for show)  was light and delicate as you pulled the cotton skirt of your dress and scratchy tulle petticoat up your soft thighs to reveal your panties, already slightly damp, desire soaking into the cheesy pink and heart-adorned graphic, reading 'Princess'.

"Good girl," He praised, his voice a soft purr, lowering the rumbling head of the vibrator to the front of your panties (just over the graphic) and watching with a salacious smile as you instantly started to moan and whine at the sensation. "Good doll. Happy to see your best friend, huh?”

“Mmm…” You groaned with a little nod, doing your best to rock your hips forward and chase after the pleasurable vibrations, biting your pink and pouty lips as your eyelids fluttered from the sharp shocks from the wand. “Yeah, yeah…so happy.” 

“Mm, it seems like kind of a waste of time to be teaching you, though,” Ren started, sitting up on his knees to cup your chin with his free hand, sliding the vibrator into your panties and positioning it against your already erect clit, eyes sparkling at your instant desperate and high pitched moan. “You know, when I can make you all cute and stupid again just by using this thing, right?”

“Nnhhh…hah…” You groaned, burying your fists into your skirts, your expression screwing up again as he sloooowly turned the speed and intensity of the vibrator up a few more notches, the sensations sharp and quasi-painful…or at least they would be painful, had you not been trained to receive pain as mind melting pleasure. “OHHH! Ah, ah, mm!”

“Ah, there it is.” Ren said airily, giggling as he looked deeply into your fluttering eyes, his own shining with malice. “All those thoughts leaking out of you. My, my, dolly, whatever am I going to do with you if you stay this fucking stupid, huh?~”

“Rennnn…” You whined, trying to shy away from the wand as he slid it up another notch, each jolt of brutal pleasure enough to make your mind wipe and your vision go spotty. “Nghhh, god…”

“I suppose I’m just going to have to take care of you forever, aren’t I?” Ren continued, answering his own question as he leaned closer, rubbing the bridge of his nose against your jaw, scenting you, the soft whisps of his hair tickling your made-up cheek. “I’m going to have to dress you, and feed you, and teach you everything you’ve forgotten, hm?”

“Yesss,” You whined with a deliriously happy smile, pressing closer to him, bound hands reaching up to grab the front of his jacket and pull him in close. “Yes, yes, please take care of me, please…”

“Oh, dolly,” He moaned softly, suddenly straddling your soft thigh and pressing his own groin down against it, giving away instantly that he was rock hard. “Oh, sweet thing, of course, I’ll take care of you…it would be my pleasure to.”

You let out a trembling little giggle, girlish and sweet, as you wrapped your arms around his neck, rutting up against the vibrator as he rutted down against your thigh, breathing heavily as he listened to each of your own ragged breaths. 

“I’m gonna make you feel so good, baby.” He mumbled, pressing a wet kiss to your cheek as his free hand drifted away from your face and groped at your chest through the bodice of the lolita-style dress he had wrangled you into that morning. “You’re going to feel so good that you’re never going to want to leave, even if I ever let you have your old brain back…”

“And don’t count on me doing that any time soon, dolly. You’re too fun like this~”

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"Gooood morning, fraulein!~"

Strade's voice was a sickeningly enthusiastic drawl as he switched on the lights, his steps heavy on the wooden stairs, each one groaning beneath his weight as he sank into the depths of the basement, like a demon sinking back into the warming flames of Hell, tired out after pretending to be a human for a little too long.

Not like you were all that clued into his demonic intentions. You were that out of it, your brain slurred and muddled into dumbed-down subservience from his pain and torture. 

Maybe there was a mercy to that, a mercy to ignorance so that you would not go (more) insane due to his abuse, his characteristic recklessness from treating his ‘toys’ a little too roughly.

Were demons known for their merciful nature? You didn't remember.

You didn't remember anything.

"Good morning," You slurred through a mouthful of dry, coppery blood, attempting a bright smile as he pushed a hand into your hair and forced your eyes up towards his so that he could inspect you, and get a good look at you in the morning light.

Well, the basement light, anyway. You hadn’t seen morning in days at this point. 

"Ah, just look at you." He commented in a voice purring with approval, running a thick finger over your black eye and down the growing bruise on your cheek, dark purple and blue painting your skin like a painting of brutality and pain. "Pretty as a picture, as always. I missed you last night, you know!"

"You did?" You tilted your head dopily and smiled a little bigger, flashing a broken molar at the back of your grin, a reminder of his brutal love (or, more appropriately, lust the previous night. "That's so nice of you to say. I missed you too."

"Mm, it is nice of me, isn't it?" He repeated with a good-natured chuckle, shaking his head fondly. "I'm in a nice kind of mood today." He continued, idly scratching at your scalp with his grimy fingernails, petting you like an animal at his feet. You were all too eager to keen up to his touch as he pleased, be the animal that he wanted. "So nice, I might not beat up that pretty face all too much today. You took an awful lot yesterday, after all." He let go of your hair to tap your broken nose, smiling a little broader at your moan of pain. “Isn’t that right, doll? I think you managed to bruise my knuckles back, actually!”

"Mmmm…" You hummed a low affirmative moan, shivering as the tip of his boot grazed over your purpling knees, marred with bloody cuts and grazes left over from days and nights crawling back and forth the rough cement ground. "That would be lovely..."

"Lovely, eh? Hah, don't think you're going to get off easily though, dummkopf," He let out another laugh, not a smooth chuckle, though, more like the barking cackle of a hyena, his thick brows furrowing in dark amusement as he spoke a language you couldn't understand (though you barely understood him when he spoke English, at times). "I still need to make use of you somehow, ja? So you don't prove too useless to keep around..."

Before you even had the chance to consider the threat behind his words, he reached down with his free hand to unzip his trousers and urged your head forward with another firm grip on your hair. As your bruised cheek pressed against his soft thigh, you couldn’t help but purr in pleasure, just feeling his all-encompassing warmth against you, stifling and boiling hot just like a creature from Hell should be.

"No, no, I have a better idea of what to do with you," He continued, his voice low as you rubbed your cheek against his thigh. "What do you think, doll?" He drawled, a foreign and unfamiliar name (even to him) thick on his poisonous tongue. "Want me to sink my dick down your throat and scramble your brain up even more?"

“Mm,” You moaned in approval, opening your mouth obediently as he tucked his boxers down around his thick cock and pressed into your open, bloody mouth, taking in a low hiss through his teeth at the feeling of your wet tongue, in spite of everything. 

Barely moments into your task, as you bobbed your head up and down, your sore jaw manuvered like a puppet on his cock, you found your legs spreading obediently (unconciously, automatically, like it had been trained into you) as he slid the tip of his boot to your cunt (the only place not battered or bruised just yet) and slowly rubbed at it, up and down, growling his approval when your slit left behind a despicably thick smear of pre-cum on the dark leather.

“God,” He mumbled hotly with a rasped chuckle, tipping his head back, his eyes on the single lightbulb hanging from the basement ceiling. “You’re fucking depraved, doll. I’d feel bad for treating you so rough, you know, if I didn’t know you got off on it. Quite the nasty, little toy you are, huh?”

Your eyes fluttered uselessly, like the glass eyes of a baby doll, as he forced your mouth to take his entire length, the lack of oxygen enough to make them roll back into your empty skull as tears ran down your cheeks, glossing the canvas of bruises that he had left behind.

“Mm, nah, actually, I wouldn’t feel bad about it at all.” He mumbled, before looking down at you again, untangling his fingers from your hair and planting a firm smack on your bruised cheek. “You’re just too pretty when I beat you up a little. I can’t resist!”

You yelped when he slapped you again, trying to pull back from the aphyxiating warmth of his cock, but that only encouraged him to force himself deeper, burying your broken nose into the dark hairs at the base and matting them together with your blood. 

“Plus, it makes you fight back a little. I like that.” He said again with a heavy sigh, his golden eyes narrowing hungrily. “It’s like there’s a little part of you still trying to resist me, but aw,” He clicked his tongue, giving your cheek another (albeit slightly lighter) slap. “You’re too stupid to let that side of you win now, aren’t you, fraulein?”

“Mmmph,” You groaned, doing your best to nod and squeezing your eyes shut, a new stream of tears running down your cheeks, smearing blood, painting bruises.

“You can’t fight me,” He then said, going back to a pattern of brutal thrusts, bruising your throat and forcing obscene ‘GHK-GHK!’ noises from your throat, all the while rubbing his boot against your cunt. “And you don’t want to. You get off on being treated like a fuck toy too much to fight, don’t you?”

“Mmm~” You moaned, staring up at him with wide, wet eyes as you reached down with bruised and broken fingers, wrists marred with rope burn and the imprints of chains and shakles, to touch yourself.

“Scheußlich,” He chuckled, tilting his head to the side as he watched you. “Nasty, nasty little girl…mmph, you should be careful, you know?” He bit his lip with a sudden dark look in his eyes, puppeteering your mouth up and down his cock a little faster, a little more erratically, his full hips slamming against your cheeks, your chin. 

“I might just fall in love with you, if you keep behaving like this~”

#ren hana #ren btd #ren x mc #ren x reader #lawrence oleander #lawrence btd #lawrence x mc #lawrence x reader #strade btd #strade x reader #strade x mc #drabbles #qs #roman roy voice: YEAH WHATEVER FUCK OFF

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2/6 PACKAGES ARRIVED!!! <33 📦

This time I actually made it to the preorder !! (Barely </3) AND LOOK AT THESE -I feel so spoiled rn-

-presented on my iPad cause I have no table atm-

H*NTAI HOODIE REN <33

All the stickers, pins, and charm were made by @decafdoodlez!! <- check them out and buy their stuff ;)

And I just wanted to say that the charm is ADORABLE (and double sided) EVERYTHING IS SUPER HIGH QUALITY!!! And I’m so glad I was able to get all these items!!

#soma says #btd2 ren #ren hana #tpof fox #fox tpof #the price of flesh #IM SO JWHSJWJS #only reason why I’m still going atp- #AHHH IM SO FUCKING HAPPYT #physically foaming at the mouth #I’m severely in credit card debt #magic hands #insert shrug #funny story actually when I was driving home from the post office-