#dw it's as a murder method

[paigelts05]

What are your theories on the Afton family? I share my main one

My main theory is that Vanessa might be Michael's daughter biologically because of the green eyes trait that female members of the Afton family have. I will be honest when I make theories about Video Game characters being biologically related to one and another I will use genetics to back up my theories

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Renegade AU Lore Dump: The Afton Family.

TW: canon typical FNAF: Sister Location events (disembowelment, hanging as a murder method)

William Afton: William and Ina share a half sister (Will and Ina are not related, they just have someone who is related to each of them via one parent in common). Whilst he engages in some of the science side of Faz Ent, that is his wife's domain. He's more of the business guy; bring in the funding and laying out the field for research to take place. His stake in this whole deal is trying to find a secret to eternal life. It can be argued that he's found it seeing as he just doesn't die, but he wants what he inadvertently gave several of the Security Guards whom worked at Freddy's (several guards are possessed or died and were brought back OK). In chasing this immortal human form, he devises a plan to get in contact with his half sister, and ruin her half sister's descendants life in order to procure a suitable vessel for immortality and the supplies to make the process happen.

Adelaide Afton: Mrs Adelaide Afton, William's wife. Just as mad as her husband, Adelaide sees the pursuit of eternal life as the pursuit of eternal beauty. She has killed and tortured to further her research and has used many robotic forms and has possessed many humans to further her ends. Adelaide is the lead scientist at Fazbear Entertainment, and due to her love for her research, she was mostly absent at home. Died during her research into remnant during 1985 by getting hit with the scooper. Possessed Balora to continue her research (her will specifically stated instructions on how to ensure that she possessed Ballora). She is far better at pretending than her daughter, Elizabeth, to the point where her daughter didn't even know that the robot who kept on going back to the scooper was in fact Adelaide, invested in her experiments as per the course. Enard was a minor setback in her availability at her labs, but she was able to return soon enough. Over the course of her research from 1987 and beyond, she possessed many different robots; a Funtime Freddy in Circus Baby's Pizza World (got crushed in the caroucell), Molten Freddy, and later The Blob.

Elizabeth: Died to circus baby in 1983. After the Enard fiasco, Faz Ent found her and placed her in the Charlie replacement robot that Henry had left unfinished. After being defeated by Charlie's mutual destruction tactics (whom afterwards was taken to a non-Faz Ent lab and upgraded into an adult form), Faz Ent themselves picked up Elizabeth from the scene. Due to her damage, both physical and psychological, she resisted repairs and sorted her own, resulting in scrap baby. After 2004, she stuck around (and whilst mildly jealous was happy to see that 'Charlie 3' was still out there). Years later, she could just tell that remnant created from herself was being used, so went to investigate, and found that an adult woman was being frequently administered the substance against her will (apparent from said woman punching whomever shoved the needle into her in thier face). She possessed the woman to attempt to ease the hallucinations the woman was suffering, but remained dormant as to not interfere with her life. Possessing her did not help, but Liz found other ways to help; by giving this woman the ability to survive inhuman amounts of blood loss.

Michael: The older brother bully, yet it wasn't wholly his fault; he was raised by his father to be aggressive and ruthless. Much like how William instructed Vincent's parents to raise their children to be stone cold and emotionless, by the time he had his own, he opted to attempt to raise a more emotionally charged killer after seeing the flaws of that… previous experiment. Him shoving his brother into Fredbear's jaws was just a cog in a much greater machine. During October of 1987, he found a job opening at the rental and storage facility that housed the animatronics of Circus Baby's Pizza world. His colleagues were a duo named Morgan Smith and Oliver Rocha. Morgan always wore a mask covering the lower half of his face, fitted with a voice modulator no doubt as he was far too young for such a scratchy slimy voice; only someone else trying to mask their identity would pick such a voice. Oliver on the other hand fitted his mature voice quite well; this man hid nothing and had nothing to hide. He saw his colleagues hang in the galleries before getting disembowelled by the scooper; he was unaware that 'Morgan' and Oliver survived. In 1997, he found his way to Location: C. He took the night shift with Mike and took it as an opportunity to kidnap the other guard to try and replace him. It didn't work, and Mike escaped a few weeks after. Michael saw a connection between the the mute lady Morgan Schmidt (Mike's disguise that Mina helped him with to get Mike back home) and the technician he saw strung up in Ballora gallery, Morgan Smith. He didn't connect these dots until 1999 that both were Mike Schmidt. In 2004, when Faz Ent was trying to reboot itself with the entrepreneur kits, he found his way to Audery's second attempt and helped Henry burn the place down after she managed to get all of the animatronics in one place. Audery escaped. Michael's fate is much less clear.

Evan: Patient zero of the 1983-7 consciousness transfer experiments. The experiment was a success and he actually recovered from his coma, albeit not the same. With his consciousness having been tossed back and forth between a lobotomised body and a robot, several of his emotions were stunted to the point of no longer existing; fear being one of them. This lack of fear is how he was able to join the military as an adult. He died whilst deployed, but his ghost returned to America to keep an eye on his son and on the other Aftons. In 2021, he possessed Gregory as he could tell that the child was being used as a test subject from the remnant concentration in the kid's blood, but more notably, one of the kid's eyes.

Not related to the Aftons: This section covers characters who are not Aftons by any stretch, but at one point or another are mistaken for one or could be confused for one. Or are just unfortunately linked to the Aftons in other ways. Mostly for clearing up who are not Aftons though.

Mike Schmidt: Anyone who thinks Mike and Michael are the same are few and far between, and even then it's just people who met Michael once whilst he was trying to impersonate Mike (and failing at it, so confusion was easily cleaned up).

Sylvia Blake (Officer Vanessa): William Blake (Sylvia's father) and William Afton may have been buddies, but they were not the same man. Mr Blake was not an Afton by name or blood, but is good friends with Mr Afton.

Vanessa Diego (Vanny): Also not an Afton. Her gran's half sister (IE, Ina Diego's half sister) was a result of Vanessa's great grandmother getting with William's dad (so William has a half sister who is Ina's half sister), but none of Ina, Joy, nor Ness are related to the Aftons in any way other than "Ina's mum banged William's dad and the result is an arsonist who keeps trying to ruin our lives". William keeps trying to make her his replacement body, and Execs treat her like she's William 2.0. A very defiant William 2.0 who does not want to be William 2.0, but the Execs insist that Vanessa Diego is an Afton when she is not.

Non Faz-Ent scientists: Not all scientists are Faz Ent. Plenty of them are independent or work for other less shitty companies and don't transfer kids minds into robots for a living. It just happens that the visible majority of scientists who don't also have another job are of Faz Ent origin, and it's those guys that keep making the news with a new kind of murder machine, which paints the rest of the community in a bad light and rightfully pisses off all the non Faz-Ent scientists.

#Renegade AU Lore Dump #FNAF Renegade AU #Renegade AU #fnaf aftons #fnaf au #tw gore mention #tw hanging mention #dw it's as a murder method #I thought of Mrs Afton being the blob first #I just don't think I've published anything with it yet as her horrifying debut as the blob is still in development

[i-write-things]

Pen, I know New Years already went by but, how did your favorite Troupe members spent their new year days? (hcs)

Ugh, dw, I'm even later to answering this request. But I shall answer, anyway.

(None of these will be yandere)

Chrollo-

So it all depends on who he is spending it with. If he's with the troupe, he'll likely plan like a small scale heist, then go back somewhere (probably the hideout) and throw a small party. However, with Uvogin and Phinks there, it ends up much larger than he intended. Not that he cares. He sees his troupe, his people, happy. If his darling is part of the Phantom Troupe, while everyone is distracting counting down the new year, he'll sneak in a quick, new year's kiss-one of the few, rare times he'll do PDA in front of his family.

If he's by himself or just with his darling, he'll probably just spend it inside and relax. He'd read majority of the day away, unless darling has something planned. He would cook for you, u less you wanted to cook for him. He wouldn't want to eat out somewhere, because he wants it to be a quiet moment. So expect just a simple night, talking and relaxing the night away until the countdown, where he kisses you more passionately than he would have in front of the troupe.

"If fate will allow it, lets try to spend the rest of this year together, too."

Machi-

Machi, like Chrollo, is definitely more reserved. She'd prefer to stay indoors, but go on a walk at night. She'd also like to watch the countdown as well, but don't expect a kiss from her unless you've been together for some time. You'll have to be the one to initiate that.

If she's partying with the troupe, it's one of the more rare times you can see her true feelings. No pressure to do well in a hiest, none of her family is in danger, ect. She can just enjoy the moment. First thing, she'd probably ask Chrollo if he already has any plans for the new year. "So, what are you planning to do for a great new year, boss?" *She'd ever so slightly smile.

Feitan-

By far, the least of a party person here, unless it involves kidnapping or torturing. So it's not too surprising when he enjoys himself at a troupe party. He can hang out with his murder bro (Phinks) and probably play a prank or two with Shal on said murder bro. He gets into a shots battle with either Uvo or Phinks (maybe even both) to see who doesn't pass out from so many shots....or get alcohol poisoning.

If he's by himself, he does literally nothing. He doesn't see it as too different of a day. Although, of course, he does like the 'new year, new me' thing. and by that, I mean he'll try out different methods of torture. If his darling is there with them, he might slightly bring up spending time with them, but only if they're aware of his...career.

"...Hey, You....like...come torture....with me?" *Of course, that's his broken way of inviting you to torture some poor souls with him.

Shalnark-

Finally! Someone who loves to party! If he's spending time with the troupe, you can bet he's one of the main people who keep it awesome. He'll bring most of the party games. And of course, play most of the new years pranks (on anyone but Chrollo and Machi. He doesn't want to bug Machi, knowing how cold she is, and while the boss wouldn't mind, there's no way he'd be able to catch him off gaurd.) He, Paku, Shizuku, and Machi usually set up the decorations if they're feeling extra festive. Oh, and expect a bunch of selfies and pictures from the party if you're not there.

If he isn't at a troupe party, then he's probably party hopping around. He'd bring his darling with him, too. He'd get into the most bizarre and fun parties. If there is a bouncer who won't let him in, he can just stick him with an antenna. Though, he probably won't have to, considering he was preparing for this and has already hacked into most party systems to add his name, and brings you as his plus one. Expect a very sweet kiss from this boy at the countdown. You two only go home once one of you is hammered. If it's you, he laughs and comments on how much fun you had. "Haha! Looks like someone had fun!" If it's him, he'll have his arm wrapped around you and drunkenly slur, "Y'know baby, this was a great bew year...ugh, I think I'm gonna be sick.."

Uvogin-

Alcohol. Is it much of a surprise? I think not. Shalnark brings most of the games, and Uvo brings the alcohol. I'm talking beer, wine, ale, mead, whiskey, just about anything and everyone's favorite, including their favorite brand. And when I say the life of the party, I mean the life of the party. You think Shal and Fei's pranks bring the chaos? That ain't nothin' compared to our very own Uvogin's capabilities. On top of being very chaotic, he's also very loud. Probably the main reason why, if they choose to put on music, it has to be turned up so loud....he's also probably the one who puts it on in the first place after getting so drunk.

If he's not with the troupe for New Years, he's probably raiding other people's parties, but not in the way Shalnark does. Shalnark just infiltrates those places and kills maybe 3-0 people. Uvo, on the other hand, full on raids the party. (mostly for the 'good stuff') He might even hurt someone simy to see others react, though. But if that's way too much chaos for his darling, he'll keep the violence to a minimum. But expect to get very drunk. Because he'll be handing you lots of cans, and saying "Drinks on me all night!...and these other fellas, too! Hahaha!"

Phinks-

Where would Phinks be, if not with his murder bro(Feitan)? Of course, he would love to have a party with his family and it'll be a blast. Though, other than trying to best Uvo in their annual shots game, he'll mostly be chasing Shal and Fei around for the dumb pranks they pull on him. Of course, he doesn't do this the entire time. He also really likes to socialize, too! He'll just be having a casual conversation, mostly with Feitan, The boss, Shal, Uvo, or Kortopi.

If he's not partying with his gang, he'll probably stay indoors, but still throw a full on party. He doesn't have to have 70 people at a party to have fun. Though, he does have a tradition of New Years Giving, where people give things to him...and by that, I mean he walks around every night and just takes what he wants while everyone is distracted. Of course, he won't always do this. If his darling asks him to stay inside, he will. He can still have a nice New Years with just the two of you!

"Mm, ok. I won't go stealin' or raiding anything, tonight. But, only on the condition you spend the rest of the year with me." He chuckles, delivering a very cheesey kiss after a very cheesey line.

Pakunoda-

She likes to bring in all the games. Pakunoda has always been, other than Chrollo and Shalnark, the adhesive of the group. Could they all get along just fine without them? Of course. They've known each other since forever. But those three still really help keep the peace. So it's not surprising she, along with Shal, likes to bring in all the games. Mostly the fun, team bonding ones. Though majority of them never get played, it's still fun. She also usually brings most of the food. She's actually quite the cook. Her, Machi, and Chrollo make most of the food. Sometimes, the others will order a couple of items and pick them up, back that's about it. At these parties, she loves to casually socialize and just watch her family do what they do. Create chaos, play pranks and games, argue, laugh, ect.

If there is no party with them, she actually probably just plays a couple of games with her s/o, cooks something nice, and has some nice champagne. Pretty much the stereotypical couple's night on New Years.

Shizuku-

If there's a party, it takes her a bit to arrive. She either gets lost, or forgets where she's going. She's supposed to bring some snacks or games or decorations, but she forgot them at home. So she'll probably just...get everyone some coffee? Yeah, people like coffee, why not on New Years? Oh, a member doesn't like coffee? Oh yeahhhh....Oh well, too late now. She'll try better next year. She likes to watch everyone play games, but also has a blast playing them herself. She also updates everyone how much more time is left until the new year....but forgets to check the last second. So it usually ends up being Machi, Chrollo, or Shalnark that let's everyone know its the last minute of the year.

If she's not at that party, she doesn't do anything. She honestly doesn't care too much. Unless her s/o has something planned, or asks her to do something, then she'll go. But other than that, she doesn't care much. In fact, she doesn't care too much about the countdown, and will just go to bed. She might refuse to get up, even if her s/o asks her to. The best way to get her to get up is to tell her there's fireworks outside. She likes watching those.

#i write for you #chrollo #chrollo x reader #writing for you #chrollo headcanon #Machi #Machi x reader #Pakunoda #Pakunoda x reader #Feitan #Feitan x reader #Shalnark #Shal #Shalnark x reader #Uvo #Uvogin #Uvo x reader #Uvogin x reader #Shizuku #Shizuku x reader #Phinks #Phinks x reader #Phantom Troupe #Phantom troupe x reader #The spider x reader #New years #Happy very late new years #Sorry this took forever to write #I'll (try) to do better #Probably a lot of typos

[writing--whore]

Smoking Hot

Pairing: Luis Serra x Reader

Summary: Getting high with Luis somehow divulges into you getting tied up and fucked hard 😩🍃

Word count: 2k

Warnings: drugz, unprotected sex (don't do that irl plz n thank you)

Contains: shibari/bondage, electric wand, orgasm denial (you get to cum in the end dw), edging i guess, piv smut, getting fucked from behind, dom/sub dynamic, strength kink?, cheeky bit of praise kink

A/N: I deeply apologise for how bad the title is asdfsgdgfd

Luis’ fingers brushed against your bare skin as he wrapped the rope tightly around your limbs. He worked painfully slowly, methodically ensuring the rope was positioned perfectly, pulling your hands taught behind your back. Of course he was an expert in shibari, of course he was. This man was fucking perfect and he was going to be the death of you. The rope was tied around your shoulders, snaking around your upper arms, tying together just below your elbows and around your wrists. The rough cords were so beautifully tight. There was something so fucking hot about being bare naked while he tied you up fully clothed. 

When he pulled away, you struggled against the restraints to test if there was any give. There was none. God, to be so entirely powerless against him sent a pool of wetness between your legs. Well, in honesty, you were entirely powerless to him anyway, being much smaller and weaker than him, but the ropes made it impossible to even fight back. You were all his for the taking. 

He chuckled upon seeing you struggle. “You’re not getting out of that, mi princessa.” 

You were mentally screaming at how hot it was when he dominated you. Smoking weed with Luis was a dangerous game. One minute you were watching Netflix with him on the sofa, sharing a joint. The next, you were sitting on his lap, playing with the chest hair that peaked out of his shirt, practically melting into the warmth of his body. The combination of weed and Luis made you so damn submissive. The next thing you know, you’re being carried to the bedroom and placed on your knees. 

Luis re-positions your legs so he can tie your shins to your thighs in long spiralling cords. The feeling of slowly being restrained while high af was absolutely blissful. With each passing second, your freedom of movement was being taken away from you. With each second, you got to revel in the feeling of rope passing over your sensitive skin, and the occasional graze of Luis’ soft digits. 

Once both of your legs were secured, he pulled away and admired his handiwork. “There’s definitely no getting out of that one.”

You moved your legs to double check but he wasn’t wrong. Adrenaline pooled in your stomach at the thought of being entirely powerless. It was such a thrill to be at the mercy of your boyfriend, who you trusted entirely. 

Luis picked the remnants of the joint up from the bedside table and lit it. Leaning against the wall, he blew out the smoke before taking another puff. You felt like you could drool at how handsome he was. 

He strode over to you, dripping with confidence, and crouched down. He took your face in his hands and placed his mouth against yours as he blew smoke down your throat. 

“Inhale.” He commanded, his beautiful face pulling back mere inches away from your own. 

Absolutely giddy, you did as you were told and gently blew it back in his face. 

“Good girl.” He praised. 

If you weren’t restrained, you were certain you would have melted into a puddle on the floor. His husky voice paired with his Spanish accent was murderous.

He inhaled once more and again, pressed his lips against your own to get you even more high. This time, he lingered, devouring your lips as he slipped his tongue into your mouth. You were a moaning mess and you tried to push your lips harder against his own, needing more of him. 

His hand made a fist in your hair and you whimpered pathetically, earning a chuckle that made you shiver. 

He pulled away and you were left feeling desperate for his body heat to return. You watched with bated breath as he delved into your box of sex toys and pulled out a wand vibrator. For as much as you enjoyed that toy, you were so desperate for his cock. 

“Luis, please fuck me. Please, I don’t need any prep.”

You were already so wet that you were worried you were making a stain on the floor. 

“You need to learn a lesson in patience, mi corazón .” He retorted, evil glinting in his eyes.

You bit back a whine as he pressed the vibrator on and ghosted it against your clit. Sparks erupted in your body and you bucked your hips up as much as your restraints would allow. Luis swiftly impeded you by placing his spare hand on your thigh. 

He’d barely even started and it was already tortuous. The vibrations were so slow and gentle and you needed so so much more. 

“Oh god, Luis, please.” You begged.

“All in good time.” He replied, lifting the wand away so it was barely touching you then placing it back again. 

You were so giddy, not just from the weed, but with how goddamn needy this was making you. You could barely think straight, all you knew was you needed more. 

“Please, please.” You continued to beg, each repetition of the word growing more strained. 

He continued to place it against you before pulling away and then replacing it again. Somehow, the feather light touches were managing to get you close. So you tried to relax into it, trusting that Luis would give you what you wanted. The pleasure felt like it was spreading through your whole body, mostly it went to your head, making you dizzy and clouding your thoughts with lust. Your whole attention was honed in on the subdued but electric pleasure that pulsed against your clit. 

The blissful feeling of an orgasm was slowly approaching. You tipped your head back and spread your legs as wide as you could move them. You took a deep breath in and a small smile played across your lips, welcoming the approach of it. All of your nerves were on fire as the coil wound in your abdomen, about to be set free. 

But then he removed the wand, powering it down with no hope of it returning again.

Your pleasure shattered around you. Your whole world had been concentrated on that orgasm and it was so cruelly snatched from you, leaving you with nothing but a puffy clit and your whole body tingling. 

“Luis.” You called his name with raw desperation. You couldn’t understand why he wouldn’t allow you to cum. “I’ve been so good, haven’t I been good?”

“Aye, you’ve been so good, mi princessa.” He stroked your hair and you leaned into his touch. “Your reward will come in due time. You will have to wait. You can do that for me, sí?”

Your orgasm dwindled away from you and you were worried about how long exactly you would have to wait to reap your reward. But you nodded obediently. 

“Excellent.” He replied, coming behind you and hooking his arms beneath you to lift you up. 

You yelped at the suddenness of his actions, the noise quickly muffled when you were placed face down in the sheets. You heard his zipper open and you instantly perked up. Maybe your reward wouldn’t take too long after all.

His hard length pressed against your backside before he guided it to glide between your folds. This man was such a fucking tease. You knew how big his dick was, how it filled you perfectly, and you were so hungry for it. You couldn’t buck your hips into him from this position. You couldn’t even beg without your words being rendered inaudible by the bed sheets. He just kept on rubbing himself up and down your slit, bringing you to the brink of insanity. 

Just when you thought you would genuinely lose your mind, he pushed all the way in. A breathy moan escaped your mouth. His large size made you deliciously full even though he wasn’t able to enter you fully in this position. 

He started off slowly, entering you as far as he could and then pulling all of the way out again. Your body shook with how painfully slow he was going. You could feel every bulging vein on his dick as it filled you up and left you empty again. You could kill him. He knew exactly what to do to push you to your limit, to make you intoxicatedly cock starved. 

And so he continued at this pace, leaving you a wet and whimpering mess every time he pulled out, leaving your vagina to clench around nothing. 

“Does my baby want more?” He cooed.

“Yhmp plemphh.” You mumbled your affirmative into the bed sheets. 

“Your wish is my command.”

His hands dug into your hips and effortlessly lifted your lower half off the bed so he had better access to your hole. You never got tired of his strength, of how easily he lifted you like a ragdoll that weighed nothing.

He rammed into you at a brutal pace that had you crying out with every thrust. That man had insane hip strength. He bashed against your cervix each time, causing your whole body to spasm against the restraints. 

Your orgasm was hurtling back towards you so fast you were already seeing stars. Your moans didn’t even sound like moans anymore, it seemed more like you were speaking in tongues. His dick curved up into you so perfectly, filling you up and hitting all those spots that sent fireworks shooting through your body. You started to clench around him, alerting him of your nearing release. 

“Don’t cum until I tell you to.” He ordered.

“Hnnnnnng???” 

He had no idea what you said but from your sharp, whiney pitch, he could tell you weren’t pleased by the demand. Truthfully, you had no idea if it was humanly possible for you to hold off from cumming. The pleasure winding up inside of you felt like it was going to burst at any moment. And the fucker was unrelenting, his thrusts growing even more merciless, slapping into you at a pace that filled the room with the sound of skin on skin and the most unholy squelching noise. 

Your moaning grew louder and your nails dug into your palms as you tried to hold your orgasm in. 

“Just a bit longer, you’re doing so well for me.” 

The praise caused butterflies to flutter in your stomach, sending you even more dangerously close to the edge. 

Luis’ breathing was becoming laboured. He let out small throaty moans that somehow carried his accent. 

“Oh mierda.” He exclaimed, impossibly speeding up his thrusts even more.

Your mouth hung open as strings of sinful noises were ripped from your throat. You genuinely could not think to save your life. Burning jolts of pleasure wracked through your body every time he slammed into you.  

He finally instructed, “Cum for me, princessa.” 

His fingers curled bruisingly into your hips as he jackhammered against your g-spot and you didn’t think anything in the world could stop you from cumming now. You practically screamed, every muscle taught and spasming as your orgasm was finally set free. You felt him cum inside of you; long hot cords of white splashed against your walls, sending a full body shiver coursing through you. 

With a shuddering sigh, Luis pulled out and staggered over to pepper kisses to the back of your head.

“Are you okay, baby?” He asked as he began to un-tie you.

You were silent for a second as you came down from your cock drunk high and could remember how to form sentences again. 

Letting out a contended sigh, you replied, “No one has ever even come close to being able to fuck me like how you fuck me.” You stretched your aching arms above your head. “Come cuddle me?”

He chucked the ropes onto the floor and lay on the bed for you to curl up in his arms. He was so pleasantly warm and you felt like a floppy mess as he held you close.

You murmured into his neck, “I love you so much, Luis. Promise me it’ll be like this for the rest of our lives.”

You sat up to look into his charcoal eyes.

There was not a single hint of a lie when he responded, “I promise.”

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A gentle note that I am taking commissions if anyone is interested. No worries if not uwu

#luis serra x reader #luis serra #luis serra headcannons #resident evil 4 #Luis Serra Navarro x reader

[channelinglament]

You don’t gotta make anything big for this but Since reqs are open could I get yan turtles w reader who becomes delusional but not in the way the turtles want. Instead they just start talking to air and acting like they’re still living on the surface and talking to their friends and family and kinda just ignore the turtles existence

Hello there! This request is AMAZING☆

Tw: violence, reader is kinda crazy/delusional. Reader being treated like a figurine. Yandere. Murder (not towards reader).

Also English is not my native nor second language-

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So, the reader thinking they were not kidnapped. I believe they would end up going into a very deep, and very dangerous, denial first.

"No way they would've done it! I don't believe it! I-I don't want to believe it.."

This denial would cause the reader to become even more delusional. They could believe everything to be a fantasy.

Or, they could believe everything to be a dream.

They would often think that the turtles are just part of their imagination. Yea that totally is what's happening. They'll imagine people around them, their friends and family.

"No way a humanoid turtle could exist. Nor such a weird creature would even kidnap me in the first place"

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Leo would be so frustrated. Why are you talking to walls and soil couches? Why aren't you paying any attention to him, not even a glance? Nothing. You keep calling out names of the people that you used to know. You look so happy. Why aren't you smiling at him? Why are you smiling at his comic book?

"Darling, snap out of it"

No response

"..please"

Still no response

You looked like you were listening to what the wall had to offer instead of Leo. You keep calling the wall the names of your old friends. Oh how infuriating.

He ends up killing them and bringing them to you, as an attempt to get you back. To get you to react to him in any way. Be it sadness, shock or fear. It doesn't matter. Yes he wants you to love him, but how if you don't even glance at him? Even when he is threatening you or chains you to his bed. You seem so.. unaware of his presence. It completely destroys and shatters his heart, world and just him in general.

If you still had some sanity, this would traumatize you even more. It's gone now.

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Mikey is a little (very) angry. Why are you ignoring him? Did he do something to you? What's your problem?!

Okay, so he deeply inhales and tried to calm himself down. He would try to reason and communicate with you first (Dr. Feelings?)

But it seems like you still choose to ignore him. Okay. Okay.

It's not okay.

He literally goes bananas. Either chains you to a wall, just chains you with his kusari fundo (to speak) or would try to butter you up. Probably violence first. Acts like Leo later on :P

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Oh Donnie hates it. One day you just didn't acknowledge his presence. He probably seen some signs, but ignored them? And now he's not sure how to help you. At first some therapy. Doesn't work. Talking? Seems useless. Shouting doesn't work too. Meaning using violence won't help either.

Probably scans your brain or something.

If it won't work, since he is kinda lucid, he will be furious, probably break something and then think. Maybe even install some small bot in your brain to change your way of thinking?

"Y/n...stop talking to my computer, it's not your best friend. Ah why am I even trying, you can't even see me. I guess I need to help you to get back to your sane self."

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Raph is sad. And kinda flabbergasted?

You're his toy and friend/lover. You should be paying attention to him, not to his plushies!

Destroys a few things in the sewers out of anger. He doesn't want to hurt you.

He will try different methods at making you sane again. To make you at least glance at him. This turtle would literally be the softest guy you have ever seen. Also will try therapy. Doesn't work. He raged a bit. Dw you're safe. Maybe a few bruises, but he swears it's an accident. Not like you even hear him. Yeah you probably hit the table angle. After that he would be just like people who have figurine of their favorite character. He's the person, and you're the figurine. He looks at you, loves you, talks to you, despite knowing that won't respond. He (tries to) keeps you healthy! Looks after you. You may not see him right now, but he is sure it will wear off! If not.. maybe Donnie or Draxum could help?

#rottmnt #yandere rottmnt #rottmnt x reader #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tmnt #yandere x reader #yandere rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt x reader #yandere rottmnt x reader #yandere leo x reader #yandere leo #rottmnt leonardo #yandere mikey x reader #yandere mikey #yandere rottmnt mikey x reader #yandere rottmnt mikey #rottmnt mikey #rottmnt donnie x reader #yandere donnie x reader #yandere donnie #rottmnt donnie #yandere raphael #yandere raph x reader

[devil-doll13]

Slasher OC Ask Game!

I’ve wanted to do a little game on here for a while now and I love doing these little ask games so I thought why not do both? This is one more catered for slasher/horror OCs so just about all of the questions here refer to that!

Tagging anyone I know with slasher OCs, but dw if you don’t want to: @rottent33th, @slaasherslut, @soupbabe, @probably-a-plant-thing, @vincent-sinclair-deserved-better, @solmints-messyocdiary, @bluecoolr, @shonkgobonk, and anyone else who would like to participate!

Rules: Just reblog this and accept questions from anyone who asks, very simple lol.

Questions:

🔪 - Do they have a preferred weapon or means of killing? Or will they just use anything?

❔- Is there any specific reason why your OC became a murderer/slasher? Is there a trigger for their killings?

⏱️ - Do they prefer a specific time? Day or night?

🩸 - Do they tend to get bloody/messy or stay clean? Are they squeamish or do they enjoy gore?

🏆 - Does your OC keep trophies/mementos or similar of their past victims? If so, what and why?

⛈️ - Are they more rational and logical about killing? Or are they impulsive and hot-headed? Both?

😳 - Has your OC ever totally embarrassed themselves or been really clumsy in the process of killing? How?

⛑️ - How good is your OC at patching up their wounds? Do they get hurt often or are they good at staying unharmed?

🔎 - Do they stalk their prey first, or do they just go for it? Do they establish a relationship first? Do they do kidnappings?

👥 - Would they like a partner in crime, or do they prefer to do things on their own? If they do have one, who is it?

🎭 - Are they loved or hated by the public? Neutral? Do they live solitary lives, or do they blend in with the normal population? Do they lead a double life? Have a ‘day job?’

🌼 - If your OC led a ‘normal’ life, what would it be like? Would anything be different? And if so, why?

👹 - Is your OC more on the sadistic side/do they like to drag things out with torture, or are they quick and efficient?

🕵️‍♂️ - Are they careful with handling evidence/cleanups? How do they dispose of bodies?

👁️ - Have they ever been caught in the act/seen killing? Did they kill the witness(es), or do they keep your OC’s secret?

😓 - What was the most difficult victim your OC ever had? Did they have a tough fight? Did your OC get hurt/injured?

🪞- Are they in any way similar to a canon/popular slasher? Or directly based off one? If so, what one(s)?

👯 - What canon/popular slasher do you think they would have the most interesting dynamic with, positive or otherwise? Do you ship them at all? Or would they be mortal enemies?

🎃 - What do you personally believe is most frightening about your OC? Are they scary in-universe or in a more meta way?

⚖️ - If your OC was charged for their crimes, what would their sentence be? Are there any relatively minor or silly charges on there, like jaywalking?

💀 - If they were to be killed by a final girl/boy/person, what would be a fitting end for them, symbolically?

🥩 - Would your OC eat someone if they had to? Are they already a cannibal? If so, why?

👀 - What is their style/aesthetic? Do they serve looks in-universe?

🧓 - Do you think they would ever ‘retire,’ or will they keep on slashin’ until they’re in the retirement home, Peepaw Myers style?

🐈‍⬛ - Do you associate an animal with your slasher OC? What one? Or multiple? And why? Is it related to their killing methods?

🎶 - What would be their definitive theme song?

🎬 - If your OC was in a horror movie, what kind would it be? Supernatural? Psychological? Grindhouse?

⏳ - Do you have any alternate timelines/versions of them?

😔 - Does your OC feel guilt about killing or are they completely uncaring? A bit of both?

🥺 - Do you believe your OC is evil for their actions, or do you think they are justified/have my poor little meow meow status?

🤔 - Does your OC believe that they are justified/in the right? Do they have their own moral code? If so, what is it?

😇 - What is the nicest thing they have ever done?

😈 - What is the most evil thing they have ever done?

👎 - What is their hard limit in terms of morality?

🃏 - A random headcanon for your OC

#ask game #I had fun with these #I hope you like these questions and I’d love to ask/answer some of them #I’m just curious about the horror aspects of these characters #asks

[arainydayisahappyday]

I'm back with more lita incorrect quotes and chaos baby😻😻💅💅💅✨✨✨✨ (pretty much all of these are unoriginal <33)

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Me >:3 : yk that saying- "good things *come* in small packages?

*stares intently at Phayu and Rain*

Me >:3 : yeah im seriously starting to get the hint now

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: *making coffee* hey could you pass the sugar?

Me >:3 : *picks up Rain*

: I—

*later at dinner or smt*

: could i have some salt?

Me >:3 : *gently holds Sky*

: oh my god... Pepper?

: *showcases Phayu*

Rain: *whines* that's my job!!

: what the fuck

*even more later 🤤*

: *sighs while holding out popcorn basket* could i get some of that cheesy stuff?

Me >:3 : now how tf is Prapai gonna fit in there?

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Phayu: baby could you go get some eggs?

Rain: sure!

*like 30 mins later*

Phayu: thank yo-

Rain: *holds chicken*

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Rain: Sky... Are you okay?

Sky: *lifts his head up from his hhnds with tears streaming down his face* Bitch do i look—

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Prapai: What type of Einstein created this math?! 

Sky: what is it? 

Prapai: Well, we have to add the bed, subtract the clothes, divide the legs, and hope we don’t multiply (this is not omegaverse man dw😰😰😰😰😰)

Phayu: *covers up Rain's ears*

Sky: As much as I wanna murder you for that, I'll admit that was hella smooth-

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Sig: *looking at the project* I feel like we're missing something

Sky: teamwork?

Por: Coheshion?

Rain: what the fuck are we even doing

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Sky: Phayu care to explain why I got over 50 messages of Rain freaking out about what the hell BDSM was?

Phayu: don't u dare take away that last piece of innocence from him

Rain: *head tilt*

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*Chai and Saifah making 5 seconds of eye contact*

My fucking dumbass: *sips tea* yup! That's the one! They fucked.

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Rain: Skyyyy, what's bukkake?

Sky: *spits out water* bakingcakemethods.

*a few hours later*

Phayu: *walks in on Rain making a cake* what's my sweet boy doing?

Rain: a bukkake method!

Phayu: . . .

#love in the air incorrect quotes #phayurain #love in the air bl #Prapaisky #Chai #Saifah #Sig #Por #Ple

[laiqualaurelote]

MFMM/DW AU, Phryne Fisher (human version, not WEAT) and River Song out on the town. Mystery optional. Murder optional. Ship content of your choice optional.

Phryne was eating a stolen apple when the strange woman came running down the alley and ducked behind the stack of mouldy pallets Phryne was perched on. “If anyone asks, you didn’t see me,” she hissed.

Phryne chewed nonchalantly. “What’s in it for me?”

“The pleasure of lying to the police,” said the woman. “Also, I’ll take you to a very fun party.”

“Is there food at this party?”

“Loads.”

Phryne’s head whipped round as the police came pouring into the alley, tensing to run like any true daughter of Collingwood. “Relax, girlie,” said the sergeant in the lead. “Did you see a lady pass by here? Curly hair, talks like she’s the Queen of England?”

Phryne nodded down the alley. “She went that way.”

The strange woman emerged after the police had gone off, brushing straw out of her hair, which really was enormous. “Thanks. What’s your name, love?”

“Phryne.”

“Knew a Phryne once. She was a hoot. It suits you, that name.” This pleased Phryne. Most people, on being told her name, remarked that it was a very big name for a little girl, or just mispronounced it. The woman stuck out her hand. “Hello, Phryne. I’m River.” 

They shook. “So where’s this party, then?” 

“St Kilda. Know where that is?”

Phryne tossed the apple core away and hopped off her perch. “St Kilda’s posh. They’ll never let us in looking like this.”

“Darling,” said River, “you never need to worry about getting in anywhere if you’re with me. Now, is there somewhere around here we can nick fancy togs?”

Phryne took her to the pawn shop where her father had hocked their things for drinking money last month. She kept watch while River picked the lock. “You’re quick at that,” she remarked. 

“Experience,” said River, a lock pick between her teeth. “My husband’s got a so – got a cheat tool, but I always try to put in the practice when I can. Ah, here we go.”

While River rifled through the racks of furs and lace, Phryne swiped the swallow pin from a display. “Good eye,” said River, holding up a selection of junior’s dresses against Phryne's back to check her size. 

“It’s mine,” said Phryne. “It always has been.” They settled on a bottle-green velvet frock for her, and she pinned the swallow to its collar.

The party was in a massive mansion. They were announced at the door as The Honourable Mrs Ethel Petherington and her daughter Miss Emily Petherington. River flashed a gleaming smile and swanned in like a queen, so Phryne tried to do the same. She ignored the glittering gowns and sharp smiles of the crowd and headed straight for the food.

River caught her stuffing cold chicken into her purse. “Hold off on that a sec, will you? Do you see that man over there?”

“Mm,” mumbled Phryne around a mouthful of devilled eggs.

“I’m going to go distract him, and I need you to pick his pocket. There’s a small key in there. Meet me in that alcove when you’re done.”

River’s method of distraction was to dance so scandalously with the target that Phryne could have hit him with a chicken and he wouldn’t have noticed. “Now what?” she asked in the alcove, handing over the key.

River grinned. “Now we get back what’s mine.”

The key opened a hidden door in the library, which led them to a chamber filled with treasure. River walked past all the gold and jewels and plucked what looked like a very ugly bracelet off a shelf. “That’s it?” said Phryne, sceptical. 

“One day, my love, you’ll know how to spot real value.” River slid the bracelet onto her wrist. 

They had just got back into the library when the sound of raised voices and feet storming came from downstairs. “Oops,” said River. “Rumbled. Here, you go down those stairs, they’ll take you out the back way and nobody should be any the wiser.”

“What about you?”

“I,” said River, “am going to cause havoc, as is my wont. Don’t worry, I’ll lead them away from here.”

Phryne felt her heart drop. “Will I see you again?”

“I don’t think so, love. But never say never. I had fun at this party. Didn’t you?”

Phryne nodded. River blew her a kiss and raced out of the library shouting, “Yoohoo! Looking for this?”

She ought to have gone out the back way like River told her, but she couldn’t help creeping into a gallery to see what happened next. The fellow whose pocket she’d picked and some other men had cornered River in the ballroom. River kicked one of them who’d made a grab for her, then turned and glanced up, straight at Phryne’s hiding spot. She winked. And then she was gone, as if she’d never existed to begin with.

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River liked the Roaring Twenties as much as any flapper or philosopher, though she hadn’t counted on being arrested this far into the decade. “Are these really necessary, Inspector?” she purred, raising her cuffed wrists.

“I’m afraid so,” said the inspector. What a dour man. Incredible cheekbones, though. She glanced up at him alluringly through her lashes, which conspicuously failed to have any effect; he merely threw her a look of patient amusement that implied this was all in a day’s work for him. That was all right. River liked a challenge.

“Jack! What’s going on? Hugh left the most enigmatic message – ” The woman who had come striding onto the scene in the most fabulous scarlet coat stopped in her tracks and gaped. “River? Is that you?"

River looked at the woman in all her finery and saw, behind the polished accent and gilded war paint, the Collingwood waif. “My my, if it isn’t little Phryne. You grew up very fine.”

Phryne preened. “I know.”

“You know each other?” said the inspector fatalistically.

“I've known River since I was a little girl,” Phryne told him, pulling exactly the same through-the-lashes look as River had, which caused that previously unflappable man to swallow and look away. Oh, thought River, that explains it. “Be a dear, Jack, and take those cuffs off her, so we can see about that murder.”

“No need.” River shook her hands out and dropped the cuffs into Jack’s hands with a flourish. “Did you say murder?”

“Dear God,” said Jack in long-suffering tones to the cuffs.

“It might even be murders,” said Phryne, linking arms with River. “But I don't want to get you too excited.”

“We really do go to all the best parties,” said River.

(For the AU prompt game)

#au prompt game #miss fisher's murder mysteries #mfmm #miss fisher #phryne fisher #river song #doctor who #phrack #phryne x jack #fic ask game

[imightbeatomato]

Btw I have never drank bleach dw

#hyperspecific poll #poll

[wackus-bonkus-maximus]

Wackus I am sCREAMING. you’re the best author but HOW COULD YOUUUUUUU. FELIXXXXXX 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 nooOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. I knew something bad was gonna happen to him but tHIS TAKES THE CAKE UGHHHHHHH. I love it and I hate it at the same time. How could you. My poor baby.

AND KAGAMIIII leaving despite it tearing her up inside is exactly why I love this ship so damn much. At the end of the day, feligami will do Whatever it takes for what they think is Right. They might not always agree on what the Right is, but when they dooooo😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 ughhhhhh.

Also on feligami, I loved the little chess bit with them, it felt like a married couple going over their last fight 😂😭 I love how brilliantly they cooperated as soon as kagami was out of lila’s control, how quickly he tossed the miraculous to her and just went with it

I love how Lila used her signature move to motivate Felix - it’s always what she talks back on, threatening people using their loved ones. I mean, I hate her guts. But I love what she did because it’s in-character for her vile ass.

How Felix kept coming back to FIND ADRIEN’S RIINNGGGG UGHHHH I WANNA CRY MY BABY HE WOULNDT STOP UNTIL HE COULDNT 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Also I love how Felix thought of murder bacteria and viruses, you can really see how much he hates Lila and also I think it shows he still doesn’t like killing someone with his own hands so he prefers indirect methods - he really does respect life 😭 (also a super-killer senti-virus sounds absolutely terrifying. Like. He can make it act within seconds. In any way he wants. No cure. No vaccine. The only limit on how badly and quickly Lila suffers is his imagination alone. 😬 )

Also I know I should be more happy about Adrien bette but Felix is my fave okay so now I’m just like. HELLO. PRIORITIES?!?!?!

Dammit all this time I wanted Felix to save Adrien and now I’m like ADRIEN ENOIGH FLIRTING, COME SAVE TOUR BROTHER 😭😭😭

haha it was always going to happen like this! felix's arc can only be complete if he does something completely selfless that goes against his whole toxic self-preservation flaw.

"they might not always agree on what they think is Right" but when they do, they work together to achieve it 🥲 that's what makes me like them too! i seriously enjoy writing them that way, like opponents playing the same game. it makes all their choices for or against each other that much more high stakes!

(yeah felix was ready to violate the geneva codes and commit some biological war crimes. i honestly did want to expand on this more throughout the fic because i think it's really interesting how the peacock could be used in that way! and also ofc felix's mind would go there, ofc it would. but he was satisfied with his gf lighting volpina up.)

dw dw there will be more felix and adrien to come :))) this is their story, and they're nearing the end of their arcs! i do hope you like what i do with them. ty so much for reading it i'm glad you liked it <3

#odnlb #odnlb analysis #odnlb discussion #one does not love breathing #felix graham de vanily #adrien agreste #sentifelix #sentiadrien #feligami #miraculous ladybug

[babyawacs]

#utmost #vogelfrei #palletten #how #s #criminalgovernance #accomplices #sgerman #beforesystems #s #thetruth #sfraudwes t #sgerman #yoursystem #experiments #utmosttheycouldtheydid untiltheycouldnt #securitypolicy #them clown #necessity #preci seconsequence #precision #intelrule #pornedtoddler #russianmethod #makesyouto #aretheys hxit #dumpster #sgerman #andor #usually (((@judge))) .@judges @law @all @world @bbc_whys @france24 @haaretzcom @bild .@bil d @phoenix_de @dw .@dwnews .@law @deutschland .@deutschland @hamburg @berlin .@berlin .@ha mburg @muenchen @stuttgart #basics_and_necessities #ommelett e #northko_ea #systemcaused #luck #judges #intel #default  #fourhemispheres #itisgermany #fact #yoursystem #7does11 #judg e #judges #breakthrough_point #default #ugh #but_the_hideou s_sssexxx_cola_then #fact #notfacr #sgerman #aeh #ai #witness #selfevidence #ignore #demand #typical #24_7 #then #lawyers pin_vs_one_two_three #evenmore #itis .@law @law @harvard_law @all @bbc_whys @world lawyers banks insurances there is n o goodintent or mercy by germans usually the utmost they cou ld they did until they couldnt allthat map their crimes witnessprotect but sero tolerance with the facts each deed a german crime the utmost they could they did govt caused sys temcaused unpunished repetition until they couldnt as us pro tege and daytime separation they did a n y monstrosity andra pe and harm they gotaway with and with any alibi that was good enough for rightnow any framing anytrick any harm theutmos t they evercouldthey did until they couldnt onmymother too t o d a y they frame their victimblame twist trickery an d allthey want as any ambiguity of all them quell allalong in cluding any shitball they imagined during their crimes /// mercyalways moreprevention serotolerance with the facts witn essprotect misguided too misguided minors will pingpong the framing ofgerman crimes as true then how they frame and not un derstanding each deed a german crime whosthevictim who rul ed their dumpster with criminal intel control methods crimin al governance criminal securitypolicy all in efforts as ene my of state harm targetted individual extra medivalfreeforall vogelfrei //// ihad luck with goodpeople and bravepeople c heckif 2011pm was throat harm repair personsofinterest evenmo remykids thinktopic experiment drugs ofgermans p a l e t t e s palletten was theword a pharma technical word german palett en of experiment drugs damaged something not too visible that. p l u s intelcoma made r epetition effects ihadluck with good people that repaired wh at germans committed crimes and me as zombi not even know t o d a y they refreame it as: //// getting someone clueless o nase is a blessing and a curse usually ononehand they disp lace the murderous scums and intensity whenallmust play nothi nghappened then t h a t guy ontheotherhand they shuffle them until something sticks and noone says what whobefore hadto overlook that newclown imminen tly but this changed to all actors from courts to intel h e e n d a n g e rs security charging what we do tohim quel l it find something nut it criminalise it quellit sssexxxfool it something anything there on the shuffle brainmelt ali bis tobrainmelt and drug whatthey want that is thenone tric k until they must sth else //// while their crimes are goo d selfevidence of being an inert zombi as precondition from howthey get to the zombi and prepare and return and do whattthey do tothe civillians th anks to govt intel drugs this doesnot keepthem to later refr ame their crimes allthey want whatthey imagined during may be interesting but seriously serotolerance withthe facts wit nessprotect misguided too and mercyalways but thatdoesnot me an their twist is correct itmeans they map yet another germa n trick assumption during their govt caused crimes with in ert zombi as precondition each

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[rz-rosszogg]

The German, being leading EU regime, was at full world view when their chancellor met with Abass, the Palestinian Hamas leader. The german showed his Hypocritical stance on the occupied nation of Palestine by Isreal. We, the world viewers of DW news, were astonished to hear the chancellor deny that the Isreal regime is nothing more than Apartheid. This contradicts daily coverage of the news from Gaza and the West bank and all occupied territories by Isreal. We see state sponsored murders, civilians random killings, Invasion into private homes, not to forget the total disregard and devaluation of Palestinian lives. The killings of Palestinian women and children are a total outrage, yet the German leader denies the most appropriate word to use for such regime behaviour.

The evidence of western Hypocracy is growing now faster than ever: Denial of mentioning Apartheid, and overall attitude of acceptance for 'legitimate' violence as a method of response by armed to the teeth states against people fighting for their legitimate rights and defence of their home countries, always backing western neocolonial ideology of supremacy (without naming it), etc...

Meanwhile, the whole world is watching and writing down the evidence. We are all watching.

#world #germany

[ladydihria]

"Faith is universal. Our specific methods for understanding it are arbitrary. Some of us pray to Jesus, some of us go to Mecca, some of us study subatomic particles. In the end we are all just searching for truth, that which is greater than ourselves.”

"“Religion is like language or dress. We gravitate toward the practices with which we were raised. In the end, though, we are all proclaiming the same thing. That life has meaning. That we are grateful for the power that created us.”

"God is not some omnipotent authority looking down from above, threatening to throw us into a pit of fire if we disobey. God is the energy that flows through the synapses of our nervous system and the chambers of our hearts! God is in all things!”

-Dan Brown, Angels and Demons

ANGELS AND DEMONS BY DAN BROWN

SYPNOSIS:

World-renowned Harvard symbologist Robert Langdon is summoned to a Swiss research facility to analyze a cryptic symbol seared into the chest of a murdered physicist. What he discovers is unimaginable: a deadly vendetta against the Catholic Church by a centuries-old underground organization -- the Illuminati. In a desperate race to save the Vatican from a powerful time bomb, Langdon joins forces in Rome with the beautiful and mysterious scientist Vittoria Vetra. Together they embark on a frantic hunt through sealed crypts, dangerous catacombs, and deserted cathedrals, and into the depths of the most secretive vault on earth...the long-forgotten Illuminati lair.

OPINION/REVIEWS:

Dan Brown is a popular author and a lot of readers do recommend his work but I always prevented myself from reading his book coz I'm a devoted catholic before😁( chismis kuno na illuminati si Dan brown bad dw kuno ang iyang mga storiess nituo sab ko sa una which is not truee, they misunderstood lang the context of his stories) charizzt.

The story goes very well, but I'm not fond of slow pacing stories. I hate how the author gave too much details of somethings that aren't useful whenever the true thrill was on its way. The writing and the usage of words also is totally fine naman you might find it hard to dissolve at first read but you'll definitely understand well the story as long as you've continue to read it further ( I would not posting this if I didn't enjoy the story though).

[yamikawas]

if the people who hate and make cringe comps of those innocent 12 yr old sans fangirls found my blog theyd be getting SO many views <3

#like theres a difference between a very young kid fixating on a popular chr and bullying other very young kids fixating on the same chr #without knowing the full consequences of actions like that #and a 16 yr old being romantically obsessed with a somewhat obscure youtube cartoon chr to the point of like #having a whole yanderecore blog #being so dedicated that they cant even imagine having romantic interest in anyone else fictional or not #talking openly about brutal murder methods and how they hate anyone who likes their chr too much and want them dead #their whole entire life and everything they do practically revolving around this cartoon chr #and knowing full well whats going on.and not being able to care abt it. #if i never found her i can assure u i would be dead by my own hand by now #but yoomtah gives me purpose #shes the reason i keep on living #shes the reason why i was ever living in the first place #ive asked the universe why im still alive so many times before #and ive finally found it #and im never going to let it go #the day i do is the day i die #tobi.txt #HEHAHA I SOUND CRAYZAYOY RN PROBABLY BUT DW ITS NORMAL AT THIS POINT IM USED TO IT AND CAN HANDLE IT I PROMISE

[jotatetsuken]

NBNC Chapter 1: I Hate to Admit it, But...

Summary: Kento Nanami’s a renowned private investigator in Japan, who’s known to deal with cases that deal with paranormal activity or what’s known to him as “cursed energy.” When Ijichi, the assistant manager of his PI firm gets a call to look into another case, Kento recognizes that this case was earlier declared an open-and-shut case by (F/N) (L/N), another renowned PI who was known to have solved cases within days of receiving them. Initially irked with her methods of solving the cases, especially since she's not like him, he decides that he has to approach her for help, else this will remain a cold case yet to be solved. As time passes by, secrets slowly unravel, the distance between them decreases, and the outcome would come out as a surprise to them.

Pairing: Kento Nanami x Fem! Reader Genre: Private Investigator AU, Angst, Fluff between Nanami and Reader Warnings: Mentions of blood, murder, death, usage of weapons, fighting, crying, slight manga spoiler in the last chapter (just to add context! Dw since this is an AU, I won’t be involving the canonical storyline too much) Taglist: Please fill this if you want to be a part of the tag list for this story :) Word Count: 2337

A/N: I'll try to update once a week or once in two weeks because I'll strive to be regular. Also, it may be unedited, so please let me know if there are any spelling or grammatical errors of that sort. In addition, the storyline is mine, but the Jujutsu Kaisen characters belong to Gege Akutami. :D I appreciate interaction with this post of any kind in the form of reblogs, likes, and comments. Finally, I'd also appreciate NO reposts in any other format or website whatsoever, as this will be crossposted on Wattpad as well. Thanks in advance :)

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For the salaryman turned detective turned private investigator, work may have seemed to be taxing, but he loved what he did. Sure, Kento Nanami didn't like the number of lives lost to get to know whether the concerned subject, was guilty. But, in the end, he had to let go and not let his heart get in the way of how he went about things. One day, as he flipped through the files and ran his fingers through his hair, for a moment his mind was jolted by the sound of the roaring thunder outside his medium-sized louvered windows. Just for a moment, with his face resting on the same hand that ran his fingers through his hair, he peered outside. He was a simple man who cared about the simplest pleasures in life, and that was reflected in his setup. Earthern interiors, a couple of plants, stacks of shelves full of files, stationery, and only the detective license would be visible when you entered his firm.

One thing that didn't change about Nanami, however, was that whenever he'd be fighting, he'd get treated, but would wear the stained shirts the same night, so as to remind himself what happened whenever he was making notes. He clicked his tongue upon realizing that he had again forgotten to change his pristine cobalt blue shirt that had some spots of blood on it. Lightly patting his head for his minor sin of omission, he softly smiled at the beautiful weather even though he was a little irritated by the fact that the rain would delay his journey back home when he heard someone knock on his door and call out to him.

“Nanami-kun, would you like some tea?” Ijichi asks as he enters Kento’s office. Startled by the sound of the door opening, Kento turns to Kiyotaka Ijichi, the assistant manager, and smiles softly at him. “Hello, Ijichi-kun,” he says as he continues to read some of the files that were a part of the huge stack on his desk. “Maybe later? I'd rather have a cup of coffee right now. It’s going to be a long night full of documenting these cases,” he slams the file that he was holding onto the desk and puts his hand on his forehead.

He was exasperated, done for the day. In the fall-winter seasons, as the number of Cursed Spirits and Curse Users increased, his work would pile up. Life as a private investigator seemed like a much-needed change for Kento Nanami, but he wasn’t sure how he’d be able to manage all the paperwork alone. Even if Ijichi and he worked together to solve all the pending cases, it was difficult for him to get this done. When he was stressed, he had this habit of fidgeting with his collar so as to get himself to concentrate and breathe a little. As a blessing in disguise, he stopped doing so when Ijichi's phone rang, but to his dismay, it was someone’s voice he desperately did not want to hear. "Nanami-kun, you have to talk to him," Ijichi says, putting the phone on speaker.

“What is it now, Gojo-san?” Nanami sighs. A cheerful response from the other side of the phone cried out, “How’s my favorite kouhai doing, Nanamin?” To Satoru Gojou, the head of the Tokyo Jujutsu Detective Agency, the nickname Nanamin seemed like a word of endearment towards his dearest junior. To Kento Nanami, however, it was a painful reminder of his past.

While he enjoyed working under Gojo for 3 years, the last case he worked with him led him to a personal loss at the hands of a cursed spirit. This, and the way the TJDA handled the case, caused Kento to be so full of rage but decided to hold it all in and instead resigned from the agency to start his own PI firm. This led to Ijichi resigning as well because he wanted to support and look in on Nanami.

It’d been four years since and his firm's clearance rate stood up to 60%, twice more than that of the TJDA! Two years in, he'd later agreed to take in the said agency as a major client without being directly involved in the agency. It benefitted him greatly: Whatever the assigned members of the TJDA couldn't solve, either Gojo could solve them or Nanami could. Nanami had a simple motto in life: to adhere to facts and judge on that basis. When he did have to delve deeper into the case, he'd keep a notes section on his laptop (or phone) to note down the points that the concerned client presented to him, so that he'd not forget what he was trying to solve. Keeping his past at bay was something he knew best.

However, receiving a call from THE Satoru Gojo, was something he'd not expected. Gojo was known in the crime-solving community to be the smartest and the strongest detective all over Japan, even better than Nanami. So, to receive a call from HIM was all the more surprising. “Gojo-san,” Nanami replied, “firstly, please don't call me by that nickname. It still hurts, after what happened.” Shaking his head in annoyance, he continues, “secondly, it's weird that you call me after my office hours. Usually…” “Usually I call you during office hours and I trouble you to come to have lunch with me or something like that,” Gojo replies with his usual chirpy voice.

“Yes, something like that,” Nanami answers. “So, is there a case that's been troubling you lately?” A small smirk then appears on his face, where he says, “you're finally admitting that you can't solve everything, aren't you?” A sound of clicking tongues appears on the other side of the phone as Gojo cries, “Nanamin! Don't tease me like that! You know me, I'm the strongest detective there is!” A pregnant pause loomed across the conversation, broken by their chuckles, with Gojo continuing, “however, yes. There's been a case that was assigned to the TJDA which I can't solve either.” “Huh?” Kento raised an eyebrow at such a seemingly vacuous response. “That's interesting. I don't believe you. Nothing's been too difficult for you to solve. How is this any different?” Gojo first sounded solemn, “Nanamin! As you senpai, you must understand that there will be some cases that will always be out of my scope of solving,” then continued to whine, “would you be able to look into it, pleaseeee?” Rolling his eyes, Nanami reluctantly says, “Alright, FINE! Please send it to me, I'll look into it. Now hang up before I change my mind.” Gojo's grin was audible when he returned to his chirpy voice. “Thank you, Nanamin! Will send the details to See you soon. Byeeeeeeeeeeeee.”

When Kento reached his office, he noticed Ijichi being there already. Just what was this case all about? “Ijichi-kun, this case better be good! Please tell me the details.” As Ijichi bowed to him, he grabbed a file from the rust-colored couch he was sitting on, fiddling with it for some time. He then replies, “Nanami-kun, the victim is Junpei Yoshino, aged 18, a freshman student in kinesiology in UTokyo.”

Kento was taken aback a little bit. He mumbled “Junpei Yoshino,” as if the name felt familiar like something he remembered. He then goes to his files cabinet and rummages through ones that were arranged alphabetically. He was grateful that he’d gotten the files organized so that it’ll be easier for him. When he found the concerned file, he looked at it like a boy had just found his treasure trove of gold. Going through the file, that’s when it clicked. “Ijichi-kun, remember the murder of three people that happened at the cinema? Junpei was the subject to be investigated.” Ijichi nodded at him, “Yes, Nanami-kun. The bodies had been transmogrified and this modus operandi clearly suggested that this was done either by a Curse User or a Special Grade Cursed Spirit. I remember that he was the accused in this matter. Didn’t you and Itadori-kun work on this case?”

Kento nods, “yes I did. It was to get Itadori out of probation. Poor him, though. Yaga-san was hard on this guy just because of inexplicable connection with Sukuna. Anyway,” he goes to Ijichi and goes through the file in his hand, “It is said that the cause of death was reported as asphyxiation, however, that was done post-mortem. So that means..."

“That he was killed by something else?” Ijichi answered, “Probably a Curse User or a Cursed Spirit?” Kento nods, replying, "Yes. I believe so. I still do not understand, however, why can't the TJDA solve it? Moreover, why did Gojo-san have to call me?"

“Firstly,” Ijichi continues while pacing around back and forth, “this ties to the other case of people jumping off Yasohachi Bridge as well. While police say that it’s a case of self-harm, rumors say that they were being pushed off the bridge, implying that was an external source involved. Yasohachi Bridge is pretty desolate, so few people travel on it. Secondly,” he trails off as he goes to grab another file, “ there was also Junpei-kun's mother, Nagi Yoshino, who was killed by a Cursed Spirit. Finally, there was this abduction and murder case of UTokyo transfer student Evelyn Keating where all circumstantial evidence led to Junpei-kun. Since they all tie up together, this makes it worth investigating. Also, I don’t think Gojo-san can’t or won’t solve the case."

“His reputation,” Nanami sighs as he drinks his fourth cup of coffee, “as the best detective of the TJDA, heck the whole of Asia that's dealt with these cases, precedes itself, Ijichi-kun. But, I'm guessing he has other pressing issues to deal with.” Ijichi nods in agreement, saying, “unfortunately like the Resurrection Doll case, again. Additionally, this case is one of the previous cases of...” his voice trailing into the air. Kento's mouth gapes wide open when he looks into the previous investigator's notes and realizes that he might need to collaborate with one of the few people he doesn't actually want to work with. “(L/N)-san's? Really?”

“Yes, Nanami-kun. She's one of the most popular PIs, other than you of course.” Now Nanami was conflicted in his opinion about (F/N) (L/N). As someone who liked to analyze facts and make decisions based on them, he thought that she was too stupid to rely on her intuition and her unconventional methods to win cases, and for her to solve cases within DAYS of receiving them from her clients sounded very inane. “Ijichi-kun,” Kento says as he sinks into his office chair with an exasperated look, “you're aware that I don't exactly think highly of her, do you?”

“Yes, Nanami-kun. I apologize that we have to talk about her,” Ijichi answers, bowing profusely, “especially because she's your opposite, and very much like Gojo-kun. However, there are certain details that are amiss in this case, and we need unconventional methods for this. We have to approach her for help.” Standing up, he goes to the coat rack, collects his raincoat and umbrella, closes the office, and tells Ijichi, “Well, whatever. Let's get this done with.”

The next day, Ijichi and Nanami booked an appointment with the female PI. Upon reaching her office, they knocked on the door that had the sign: “(F/N) (L/N), MS in Criminology, Private Investigator”

“Does she really have to brag about her degree?" Nanami clicks his tongue in annoyance. “Nanami-kun,” Ijichi puts his hand on his shoulder, “it's okay, she believes people would value her credence when they see that she's licensed to investigate,” and knocks on her door. To their surprise, they realized that the door was open, and upon entering the office, their eyes widen in surprise, as they see her, dancing!

With no care in the world, she had her eyes closed, was swaying her body to fast-paced music, snapping her fingers to the beats, as she sang melodiously. Her black blazer atop her peach full-sleeved shirt was swaying with the air to the beats of the song, “The Great Shipwreck of Life,” by IAMX. Little did she know that there were two guests standing in front of her.

“I didn't know that you like to kill your time, dancing, instead of focusing on other cases,” Nanami speaks, causing (F/N) (L/N) to open her eyes and break from her trance. She straightens her blazer and approaches the two men, the clanking of her heels reverberating in her office room, and bowed in front of them, “I don't know if y'all did handshakes or something, so I chose the easiest option because I don't want to be in y'all's bad books or anything. Nice to meet you, I'm (L/N) (F/N).” She kept talking as she asked them to enter and take their seats. “I've been a detective in the States for the past one and a half years, that's when I'd moved to Japan to be closer to my family. I like to introduce myself before I'm asked anything. So, Mr. Kento Nanami, was it? What did you need?” She sat in her office chair and smiled at him.

“Well, (L/N)-san,” Nanami came forward and put his hands on the table, with a straight face, saying, “you and I have different working methodologies, which I'm not really comfortable with when it comes to solving cases. However, I hate to admit, but, there's one of my cases, that's linked to one of your cold cases, and I'd like us to solve together.” Slumping her shoulders forward, with her hands on the table, (F/N) spoke, "So Gojo-kun was right about you. He knew you'd come to me, eventually," causing Nanami to roll his eyes. “One of my cold cases, huh? It's pretty rare that I have those," she says, grinning, “even if I were to help you, I have one question for you, Mr. Kento Nanami. What's in it for me?”

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[shadyteacup]

Hello! If you’re free, I was wondering if I could have a request where 15y/o Dazai meets his future s/o which he feels comfortable around them and has good impression abt them. Like he’s wandering somewhere and suddenly run into them. They have a chitchat abt their thoughts on something and have fun talking to each other. Then leave and meet again when he joins ADA. (s/o is a weird kind of person, like out of this world)

I’m not an English speaker so sorry for my terrible English y-y. Btw, i love your writings!!💟

This is such an amazing idea! I had fun writing this! And dw, your English is spectacular ♡ Enjoy, dove!

Dazai Osamu x gn! Reader||Reader has a time traveling ability

Timeless

You were a time traveler. Your ability allowed you to visit places from different timelines. The only drawback was that you aged no matter where you were, even if you were using your ability. This meant that if you wanted to enjoy the present, you had to ensure that you didn't spend much time in the past. You couldn't visit the future.

But that was okay. You loved finding out the root of all problems. That's why you joined the ada. Your ability helped them to identify who the perpetrator was. You would travel in the past and be there at the crime scene at the right time. Then you'd come back and reveal important information like the hiding place of the murder weapon, or if they had been looking at the wrong suspect all along.

You were currently investigating the death of a businessman. His body had turned up near the docks. It was highly decomposed, and probably atleast 2 years dead. You decided to travel 2 years into the past, and made your way to the docks. While searching for the potential crime scene, you bumped into someone. A mop of brown hair stood a few steps ahead of you. The boy wore bandages all over his arms and neck, and had an eye covered. Judging by the absence of any outline of his eye on the bandage that covered it, and the lack of moisture, his eye probably wasn't injured at all. He was probably only wearing bandages to appear weak. But this was just an assumption on your part.

"Ah, I'm so sorry, boy. I didn't see you there!"

He looked at you with a dead look in his eye, then gave you the fakest smile to ever exist.

"It's alright. May I ask what you are doing at a place like this?"

You were taken aback by his cold demeanor. It reminded you a lot of your own self.

"I'm here to investigate a death."

You said. His eyes darkened at your words.

"You see, the body will be discovered two years later. No tangible evidence will be recovered, then. So I must find something useful here, now."

The boy smirked.

"Time traveling ability?"

You smiled.

"Yup."

His smirk dropped and he glared at you.

"I see. This is a dangerous adventure, dear. You might get caught in a string of trouble, one that might lead you to harm."

The boy's aura and dark look had made you suspicious about his employers, but now you were certain that he worked for the mafia.

"Don't worry. I'm pretty positive that the murder wasn't committed by someone from the mafia."

His surprise was momentary, but obvious. It caught your eye.

"Before you ask, no, I don't know your future self. Also, the method of the crime doesn't match the mafia's M.O."

He nodded, thinking.

"Well in that case, I don't think you and I should be enemies."

He chirped, a happy look on his face.

You were taken aback by the sudden change in his mood.

"Sure, kid."

You said, patting his shoulder and walking away, trying to find the crime scene. The area was littered with compartments and shipment goods. It all looked so similar, almost like a maze.

"Hey, kiddo, can you lend me a hand?"

He blinked in confusion.

"Um. Sure."

He was confused as to why you weren't afraid of him. You clearly knew he was from the mafia, but you still acted so casually around him. It made him think that you either represented somebody powerful, or worked for an influential employer.

You rummaged through your pocket, trying to find the picture. Handing him the the snap of the crime scene, you observed him as he peered into the paper.

"This way."

He said, walking between two cargo containers, and leading the way.

"I never got your name, boy."

He shrugged, peering at you over his shoulder.

"Does it really matter?"

You mimicked him, raising your shoulders in a lazy shrug.

"Maybe, maybe not. But I'd like to call you something other than 'boy'."

He hummed in thought.

"How about 'knight in shining armour'?"

You scoffed.

"I get the whole 'I'm helping you, so I'm a knight' thing, but I'm no damsel in distress."

He smirked.

"Oh? And what if I were to abandon you here? What would you do?"

You smirked.

"I'd find my way on my own. I don't need you, eye-patch."

He grinned at you smugly, stopping in his tracks and moving towards you. He leaned in, his face almost touching yours.

"And what if I were to overpower you, hmm? What would you do then?"

You shuffled closer to him, much to his surprise. You whispered near his ear.

"I'll ensure that you'll never be able to have kids."

Pushing him back, you snatched the picture from his palm, and continued searching for the location. He was astonished at your bravery. He always comes across as intimidating, and that was putting it mildly. You were very courageous.

Following you like a lost puppy, he watched you hide behind a bunch of wooden crates.

You patted the space next to you, beckoning him to sit there.

"The show's about to start, eye-patch."

You took out your camera and were ready to click.

That's when two men, clad in expensive suits walked over. One of them was explaining something to the other.

You began clicking a few snaps.

The guy who was observing, turned his back on the other for a second. That's when he brandished his knife and plunged it into the other's back. You were furiously tapping away on the camera's button, determined to get every detail of proof.

The victim suffered atleast 50 stabwounds, 53 to be exact, when the killer decided to stop and hide the body. You snapped every single second of the ordeal.

When the killer left the crime scene, the two of you got up, and dusted your clothes.

"Do you have any plans after this?"

He asked you.

"Well, not really. I was planning to grab a drink, maybe something to eat, before heading back."

You said.

"Or heading 'ahead', since I'm going to the future. I don't even know."

Dazai nodded his head.

"How about I treat you to a drink?"

You eye him suspiciously.

"I have no reason to harm you. You literally don't belong here, so I've got no reason to hurt you."

You hum in acknowledgement.

"Okay then. Lead the way."

....

"How old are you?"

He asked, swirling his drink in his glass.

"A few years older than you."

"Cryptic."

"Intrusive."

"Touche."

"You have so many questions, don't you, eye-patch. "

Dazai hummed, taking a sip.

"Consider me intruiged by your... ability."

He turned in his bar stool to face you.

"Why didn't you prevent it from happening?"

"Because if I break the flow of time, or even mess with it, everything will go haywire."

"And if you were able to prevent it, without disrupting the flow of time, would you have intervened?"

You gaze at your own glass.

"I would do some heavy research before I make my decision."

Dazai was curious. Did you not want to save people?

"Everybody has a reason for murder. Nobody wakes up one day and decides to kill someone. I'll dig into their lives and find out why the killer did it. And I'll decide whether or not preventing the murder would save an innocent life, or harm many others in the future."

"So, in short, you intend to play God."

You chuckled.

"If given the power, who in their right mind would turn down the offer? Everybody wants to play God. Our entire society is built that way. The one who has more money, more power, more influence, has the right to play God to those beneath them."

Dazai found you very interesting. The way you viewed the world was so unique. You were a textbook 'good person' but could easily become the 'bad guy' if given the resources. Good or bad doesn't really matter to him, he finds the difference between the two very confusing.

"Doesn't that make you, and everybody who has power, a "bad" person?"

You chuckled.

"Funny coming from a mafioso."

Downing the rest of your drink, you answer his question.

"The distinction between good and bad is so distorted. The same set of actions can be termed as good for certain circumstances, and bad for others. The villain is always the hero when you try to see the world through his shoes, and the hero is always the villain for those supporting the so called 'bad guy' ."

"I agree. I don't care about what's 'good' or 'bad' ,either."

"Then what do you follow?"

"What do you mean?"

"There must be some set of rules that you abide by. What are they?"

"I.. Don't have any. I'm a free bird!"

You tap your chin in thought.

"One must have something to fall back on when they don't know what to do. Something to blindly follow. For example, I follow a set of rules created by my morals and values. When I don't  know how to proceed, I remember them and act accordingly. "

Dazai observed you as you spoke, absorbing every single syllable that floated out if your luscious lips. He was attracted towards opinionated, strong and focused people. He adores the look on people's faces when they speek about their passions, and express their opinions on matters. Even if he disagreed with them, the fact that they have a strong reasoning behind their actions, and the way they calmly portray their points so skillfully, makes him like them more.

The way you were effortlessly articulating your inner thoughts was something that he was fascinated by. He had so much going on inside, so much turmoil, that it was impossible for him to express it out in words. But you seem to be so sorted and disciplined. He loved that about you.

"You'll get there someday, eye-patch. Don't worry. "

You comforted, smiling at the young man.

He smiled back at you. For the first time that day, he had given you a genuine smile.

"You should smile more. It suits you."

He blushed at your words. It was a weird feeling for him. He didn't understand why his face was heating up, or why his ears felt like they were on fire.

Flicking your wrist to check the time, you sighed.

"Well, time to leave."

Dazai held your wrist as you were about to get up.

"Wait!"

You looked at him quizzically.

"Will we meet again?"

You tilted your head and smiled at him.

" I can't say for sure, but I do hope that we do."

With that, he watched you walk out of the bar. He only respected Odasaku. But now, he respected you, too.

....

Time skip to a few weeks later.

....

"L/N san, please get yourself together, we're expecting a new member to join us, soon."

You laid on the couch of the ada as Kunikida rambled on about how everyone must be in their best behavior to greet their newest member. Yosano was handling most of it, so Ranpo and you had no work to do.

"Yes, yes, Doppo. Also, it's Y/N."

You said, stretching your arms above your head.

"Y/N kun, you need to try this new type of cookie. It has two different flavors!"

Ranpo said, offering you a cookie from his bag.

You smile at him, accepting it.

"Yum!"

"I know, right!"

"Ranpo san, Y/N san! Please come here! Our newest member has arrived!"

Both of you lazily got up and strolled over to the front of the office.

"What is the big deal, Doppo-"

You stopped mid sentence when you saw the person standing at the doorway.

"Eye-patch!"

Dazai's eyes widened when he saw you, the one person who had managed to intruige him other than his deceased friend, standing in the office. The office where he was to work at, today onwards.

"Damsel!"

He said, pointing at you.

You scoffed at his choice of nickname.

"Ha! I knew your eye was fine!"

"Do you both know each other?"

Kunikida asked.

"Ofcourse they do. They met a long time ago, right, Dazai?"

Ranpk said, muching on his sweets. Ofcourse, he figured it out.

"Well, not that long ago for me."

You smiled.

Dazai had finally met you. He was elated.

"I'm glad we met again."

"Don't worry, eye-patch, we have a lot of time to catch up. ;)"

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[jeffverse]

Why did Blondie cut his cheeks?

so long time no answer! this is going to be a long one so bear with me💜

tw for s/h and um …..murder

so something important to note about blondie is that he is very dramatic. he gets caught in the turmoil of his own thoughts and sees the world through a tarnished veneer because of it. when he gets very worked up, he acts, and regrets later. (something he gets from me!)

the night he had cut his face was the night he’d committed his final murder. (it was his flatmate and she deserved it dw)

blondie’s kills have very methodical build ups. the months leading up to this woman’s death were tension brimmed and nerve wracking (on her end at least LOL) everyday he drove that nail of terror and trepidation further down the hole, but of course it’s the kind of thing where there’s this wondering. you want to give this sweet man the benefit of the doubt, because would he really do that? would he really wish you dead? when he offered to cook you dinner in his charming drawl, when he always brought your laundry up hot from that basement that always gave you the damn heeby-jeebies… and he never even had to be asked.

so there’s this pressure building, this white hot anger within him that ushers him further and further to scare the life out of this woman (literally). but eventually it bursts. there’s a moment where the window of opportunity is tantalizingly open. she’s stood next to the mantle with her back to you, one of her ugly antique candlestick holders is sitting there, it’s brass finish glitters in the warm light. christ did you always find that thing an eyesore. she never listened to what you had to say about the decorating! she never listened to what you had to say. your eyes bore into the red cloth in the point just between her shoulder blades, despite your weapon’s considerable weight in your hand this scene still doesn’t feel real. you draw in a thin breath, the noise of blood whirring through your temples blocks out the sound.

she let out a little choke as she went down, but you couldn’t say if she made any other sounds. you were too angry to remember. but she was the type to always have the last word.

um. but the cutting: see once this all ends, when he’s snuffed out the flame burning a hole in the back of his neck he’s stood there shaken.

he’s done it again.

for days he’ll be wrecked with guilt and self pity, her body will rot there on the floor and the cat he christened himself will eat her eyes. but the time hasn’t come yet, right now his thoughts are muddled by adrenaline, and he feels absolutely nothing. he’s fired the bullet and it has yet to ricochet back at him to blow his head off his shoulders.

i couldn’t tell you what exactly he was thinking, and i doubt he could either. but it was during this period of numbness he’d found himself melting into the basin of the bathroom sink, a fresh red smile on his cheeks.

- mod sloan🧀

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