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spicynectarines · 7 months
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he’s all grown up
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cyanwyrmy · 7 months
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Beach Day! 🏖️
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krinklefry87 · 11 months
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um so anyone else read a cheap imitation
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euporienn · 16 days
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Just a little anatomy practice
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listerbirdloml · 7 months
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using the good hands god blessed me with to write voltron fan fiction in 2023
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lucydacusgirl · 10 months
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You guys are for real not listening to music by women? I thought it was a joke
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sleepypotatostudio · 1 year
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F… Someone put me out of my misery…
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lady-ashfade · 11 days
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Holy shit—- I’m pathetic. So….maybe this sparked a little inspiration. Lets give it up for me being a dumb bitch👏👏👏
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stanchett · 1 year
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uhh face reveal??
here’s my photo with gwendoline 😭
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I really don’t like how I look, but I’m gonna put that aside for now because LOOK HOW CUTE SHE IS 😭😭😭
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killingick · 2 years
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SCREECH
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𝐃𝐎𝐎𝐑𝐒
Now i’m laughing at myself like an idiot whilst editing this. I didn’t want to romanticise a roblox fictional character, but after seeing this on tik tok (<<< that’s a clickable link to the video) I had an idea. And you know I had to write it considering it’s been time since I last wrote
TW: SADISM, BLADES, BLOOD, VIOLENCE, VERBAL MANIPULATION, MENTIONS OF DEATH
An unnerving silence settled in the room of the seemingly endless hotel as you'd entered the 45th room, Safe for the sound of the rain pelting against the windows, begging desperately to be let in by whatever entity crept through the silent hotel.
You shivered, wrapping your sweater tightly around yourself as your eyes searched the room.
Feelings of exhaustion overwhelmed you; ever since you'd set foot in this hotel you'd fought over and over again against creature after creature trying your hardest to stay alive.
You were more than sure that you would have been dead if it wasn't for your own cowardice behaviour; you'd always throw yourself into the nearest closet after jumping from the slightest noise or flickering light before you'd pieced it all together.
A self taught strategy on how you'd make it through the night.
So far you'd noted that flickering lights meant a blurred figure would crush anything in it's path whilst rushing through, but although hiding in a closet would save you you'd feel nauseated if you'd stayed in there for too long leading you to panic or go into shock.
All these little mind games, triggered by a fault in the elevator, sending you hundreds of levels below the hotel. You were surprised that this fault hadn't yet costed you your life.
You pulled open a drawer, sighing in relief as your hands clasped an old fashioned lighter. Judging by the weight it'd had a few prolonged uses left to it, but not enough to get you through the rest of the night.
Pushing yourself back up, you continued to search the room. Completely unaware of the eyes that had long ago fixated themselves on you, waiting eagerly for you to fall a victim to their little game.
You walked over to the door marked 46, trying the handle, you muttered a curse as it didn't budge.
Unless you were lucky enough to find a lockpick, you'd need a key.
Room 45 was spacious, the area contained four separate rooms with a decent amount of corridor between them. A few knocked over bookshelves, framed pictures and outdated newspapers scattered about the floor all the more adding to the creepy vintage setting of the red carpeted hotel.
You made your way into the first bedroom, crouching near the bed to peak underneath it. During your efforts a creak caught your attention making you jump back up to your feet.
Not taking any chances you threw yourself into the nearest closet you could find although your movement was much louder and alerting than a simple creak.
You were more than sure you were the only person in this hotel, or at least the only sane thing in it. The distorted creatures you'd encountered had been nothing less than threatening, and you'd known better than to take a risk with your life.
You listened carefully and waited.
Silence.
The ear splitting noise of your heart pulsing loudly in your hears as your breathing sped up ignored, as you held yourself together as best as you could should another sound accompany the one that had managed to catch you off guard.
The coast was clear.
No more creaking.
It was only you and the rain. You'd convinced yourself.
With a shaky hand, you pushed the closet door open, climbing out the comforting cabinet and allowing yourself to readjust to the eery vibes of the hotel room.
"Psst-."
A gasp left your lips as you threw yourself around to face a dark figure. You'd only managed to catch a glimpse of the fine rows of perfectly sharp white teeth before a hand clasped itself around your throat slamming you down against the floor.
A choked out cry left your lips as all the air left your lungs.
The figure swiftly sat themselves over you, pinning your arms to the floorboards with the weight of their own body whilst they pressed a sharp blade against your neck.
"What a pretty pretty girl you are." The dark haired stranger cooed as their hand released it's grip on your neck, stroking the soft skin of your cheek in a way that was sweet yet sickening.
You remained frozen in fear as the humanoid figure smiled down at you. They were clad in a black and white striped tuxedo with a strange black liquid dripping from the fine material, almost like blood, adorning your skin with fine circles of the liquid.
Their dark hair partially sheltering their eyes which were white and bloodshot, colourless and bright like a street lamp.
This figure was clearly amused by your fear, taking pleasure from it, which was evident in the way they'd lick their lips from the sight of you trembling.
"You seem very lost my dear, Can I ask you something?"
You remained silent, still processing the situation at hand, and this clearly irked the man.
His smile dropped and his eyes darkened from your quietness.
Pulling the blade back he pressed the tip of it against your cheek bone, applying pressure hard enough to break skin and dragging a thick line along the flesh making you wince in pain.
"I don't want to hurt you. I'm sure you don't want me to hurt you now princess. But understand I'm only hurting you because you're being bad. You didn't answer my question you rude bitch, now let's try this again."
He smiled leaning in against your ear, the feeling of his warm breath sending shivers down your spine.
"Can I ask you a question?"
"Y-yes yes." You practically yelped out at the feeling of him ripping the blade away from your skin.
The man's eyes lit up at your response.
"How fast can you run?"
Your eyebrows furrowed at the question as he pushed himself off of you and onto his feet, reaching a hand out to help you off the floor.
You shyly accepted this gesture, groaning as pain consumed your whole body after being slammed against the floor. Using the pad of your thumb, you wiped away the blood that rolled out from the cut.
"I'm afraid I don't understand the question..."
The smiling man beamed at you, swaying back and forth on his feet in joy at your response.
"Well to make it make sense. You have 5 seconds to run to the next level." The man lifted up his hand and there dangled the key to the next room.
Your eyes widened as he dropped it on the floor by his feet.
"I catch you, I hurt you. Real fucking bad." He stated in a tone almost sadistic.
You looked between the key and the man confused and his smile faded.
"5."
Your heart dropped and you fell to your knees grabbing the key before scrambling back to your feet and out of the room, to the next door.
With shaking hands you tried to fit the key into the lock, hearing the sound of the man's footsteps hammering against the floor as he ran out the room running after you, laughing sadistically with the knife grasped firmly in his hand.
You yelped as you unlocked the door throwing it open and running through before slamming the door back in his face.
"OPEN THE DOOR YOU FUCKING BITCH." He screamed as he punched and kicked at the door which you'd leant against with your whole weight, chest heaving up and down frantically.
"Open the door babe, I'll be nice I promise, I'll be so fucking good to you, just open the door yeah?" He pleaded in a sweet tone as the banging and kicking stopped.
It was clear to you that he was unable to pass through a closed door despite it being a new level, for whatever reason. Though you wouldn't dare fall a victim to temptation and open the door as he'd demanded no matter how sweet the handsome stranger was being at that moment.
He laughed sadistically as his fist banged against the door once again, "You're so fucked, you're so FUCKED when i next fucking see you I promise, I won't even let you fucking run away from me again."
You ignored the man as you pushed yourself up from the door, walking away into the confines of the next level.
𝚆𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚙𝚊𝚍 ✟ 𝙳𝙾𝙾𝙼𝚂𝙳𝙴𝙰𝚃𝙷
You can tell by the way i finished it that i was embarrassed to write this. Anyways thanks for coming to my ted talk, repost ya’ll. 😔
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bigcaterpillar · 8 months
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monochromemog · 5 months
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Self indulgent ship art of my Trigun OC, Leina, cause I can. ✨
She owns a tailors in a no name town, which Midvalley visits quite often cause her skill in sewing is second to none! She plays violin too. 👀
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poohbea · 7 months
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The feminine urge to delete all my old fics and forget they ever existed 🫠
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canongf · 4 months
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i just got pulled over for the first time eddie would be sooo proud of me
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seraphdreams · 5 months
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aki with a mean streak……………………you thought he was nice. you thought he was mature…..turns out he’s a little sadist AND he can be petty.
when you first got involved with the hayakawa, you thought he was just a bit standoffish, stoic — a square, even. sure, he could be uptight, tell you off with a stern voice and a wave of his hand when you were just too peppy when he came back from an exhausting day at work . . but you really didn’t expect him to find joy in the way he torments every second of your being.
he’ll pick a problem with anything. he doesn’t like the way you stare almost longingly at his coworker? you’ll be reprimanded later for that — his hand squeezing dangerously at your neck while he kisses you with such salaciousness that has your eyes watering, mind dizzy, and the pain numbing. or when you mouth off to him, the thing he hates? he’s quick to bend you over his lap, heavy hands against your ass
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