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A twisted Leshy after becoming a possessive and tyrannical forest king.
The other two scrybes, and many of their underlings, have been captured as well.
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chiikasevennn · 9 months
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Ok now I'm kinda creeped out.
Warning: Miguel being deemed as a crazy guy like really crazy, doppelganger things, Miguel's replacing his variant to be w his desired happiness exploration
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Okay, but isn't really insane for miguel to replace himself who was from another dimension as he tried to achieve the life he had always wanted?
I'm sorry y'all if I ever ruin your perspective of Miguel just wanting to have a good life in a good way(im sure not everyone thinks this way and im super interested in seeing oneshots or fics abt miguel being batshit insane), but wouldn't our Miguel O'hara need to hide his variant's dead body so that he would be able to replace him "properly" and so that nobody would know the truth about him taking over someone's life who was from another universe?
Like??? Isn't that just??? Crazy hot, a man desperate to live a life he'd never had, was willing to do all that. I'm sure that if his variant's friends and relatives knew that the Miguel of their world died, they would know, right?? Otherwise if they didn't and Miguel came in and just "replaced" himself, everyone would question him, be suspicious of him, especially Gabriella, so wouldn't it be necessary to properly hide or dispose of Gabriella's real dad's body so that our Miguel could have the life he'd always wanted?
LMAO THIS IS WHY HE'S MENTALLY INSANE IN MY HEADCANONS THAT I CREATED IN MY HEAD. If he wanted to be crazy, he would. Furthermore, it was incredibly irrational for Miguel to shower affection and provide care for a child that he was never responsible for and never was supposed to be responsible for. What? solely because Gabriella was the ideal remedy for his own deeply troubled state of mind?
Hehehehehehhehehehe this is why i love yandere! Miguel 🥺🥺 PEOPLE NEED TO MAKE HORROR FANFICS OF HIM UGHHHHHHHH I'm like 50/50 when it comes to him
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feyhunter78 · 1 year
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The Trials of Tributes
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Description: Your father must pay tribute to the new king, and instead of gold, he offers you to Aemond.
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You remembered your life before, running barefoot through the gardens, dancing with your sisters, skirts flaring out as you spun, laughter rising and echoing off the marble ceilings. Everything was different back then, awash in golden light and soft music. Your memories have a hazy glow, a warm feeling that you cling to as the carriage rocks and shifts.
You try to imagine the smell of your eldest sister’s baking, praying it would ward away the smell of unwashed flesh and smoke. King’s Landing was horrid, a pit of mourning, shambling, and listless pensioners, all hoping their mighty king would turn his piercing violet eye upon them and toss scatterings of mercy their way.
No matter how your father tried to reassure you that all cities looked this way after war, you refused to believe him. There was a stench of death that seeped from every pore of this wretched city, and you feared what you would find at its very heart.
Truly you didn’t remember arriving at the Red Keep, your hood pulled forward shielding your face from the curious looks of the remaining nobles. You moved as if in a trance, unsure if this was real or a ghoulish nightmare you would soon awake from. You prayed for the latter even as your father pushed you to your knees in front of the Iron Throne, the chill of the stone floor cutting through the thin silk of your dress and digging into your knees.
But the chill of the floor was nothing compared to the ice that lay in the one remaining eye of King Aemond. He sat upon the Iron Throne in well-made armor, the color of the darkest night, the sword of the late Prince Daemon propped against the side of the throne with an almost intentionally carelessness. As if the Valyrian blade was not even a concern of the king’s.
You kept your eyes low as you’d been taught as your father spoke those vile words he’d been practicing the entire journey here.
“Mighty King Aemond, in slaying the wicked Princess Rhaenyra and her traitorous followers, you have freed my house from the grasp of the Rouge Prince.” Your father stepped beside you, his hand hovering over the crown of your head. “In return, I wish to gift you a truly precious tribute.” He pulled back your hood and bade you to lift your head.
You did as he silently ordered, burying your hands in your skirts to hide their shaking. You heard the king shift and dared to sneak a glance. He was striking, otherworldly, if you had meet under different circumstances you might have found him handsome. But now as he sat on the throne, legs spread, the conquerors crown atop his head, his eye observing your father, no warmth or life within it, you only found him terrifying.
His gaze fell to you, and yours dropped to the floor. He let out a low hum and stood, before he crouched before you and tilted your chin up with one finger, forcing you to look at him. “And why is she truly precious?” He asked, using his index finger and thumb to turn your head side to side, surveying you as one would a trinket in the market.
Your father pulled off the rest of your cloak to expose your scantily covered body to the king. You’d been in your nightgown, awoken in a rush and not allowed to change. Your father had ordered a guard to pack your clothing, and the man grabbed the nearest articles—more nightgowns. So, you kneeled before the king in a light silk gown, arms bare, neckline shamefully low, and every shift of your weight exposed the slits that ran up the sides of your skirt, revealing the smooth skin of your thighs.
You didn’t believe your father was aware that this particular gown was chosen by your sisters for your wedding night, but it mattered not now.
“She is my daughter, y/n, from the most beautiful of my wives, the Seven protect her soul. I have kept her from the taint of men, she is untouched, uncorrupted, and now yours.” Your father said, taking a step back, ignoring the fearful whimper that escaped your lips.
King Aemond’s fingers left your chin, and brushed down the side of your neck, in a slow and smooth movement, as if he wished to keep you from startling. “That would be intriguing, if I believed it to be true.” He moved to stand, and your hand shot out, gripping his forearm.
You remembered your father’s words. If the king did not believe that you were pure as you truly were, and you were sent away, then your sisters would be married off to the highest bidders. “Please, my king, my father speaks the truth. I am a maiden pure, saved for my future husband or well…”
King Aemond pried your hand from his arm, but did not cast it aside, he held it within his, that ever watchful violet eye roaming your face. “Well?”
You couldn’t look at him, intimidation rolled off him in waves, and your eyes refused to obey you. “Or well, it is for you now, my king.”
His grip tightened on your hand for a moment, then he dropped it. “I will accept this tribute but be warned y/f/n I will not accept flesh for gold again.”
He settled back on his throne, and beckoned you forward.
You cast a look back at your father, who squeezed your hand then retreated, leaving you alone before the king.
“Did I not summon you?” King Aemond said, his voice low and cold.
You scurried up the steps and stood before him.
He reached out and hooked one arm around you, pulling you into his lap.
You let out a squeak of surprise. “My king?”
He adjusted your weight then rested his arm across your legs which were propped up on the throne’s arm rest. “I keep the tributes near me until the court session is finished, surely you noticed the piles of treasure around you.”
You glanced around and realized he was right. Chests of gold and gems, rich fabrics, and priceless pieces of art were scattered around the throne. “My apologies.” You whispered, praying you hadn’t gotten yourself killed so soon.
He just hummed in acknowledgment and continued accepting tributes, his grip on your leg tightening, when a nobleman’s eyes linger on you for too long.
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Nightlight
(Emesis Blue Pyro)
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Warnings: Stalking, disturbing behavior, home invasion, corrupt corporation, kidnapping)
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Staying up way past midnight these past couple of days has been taking a toll on you, both mentally and physically. Work has been absurdly busy lately. Yesterday you had to fill out multiple orders for product shipments, then today you had to work on "the next big hit product". One guaranteed to get consumers scrambling for it at shopping malls everywhere. It was a mistake, the "Dream Product" that you had to get done by tomorrow started off as a simple self-made invention that brought you happiness. Apparently, the company that you work for gives its workers little to no privacy and "loved" what you designed and wanted to mass produce it. It was a small generator that made electrical energy from a non-mechanical power source. The first ever renewable energy source-based generator that had no negative qualities or setbacks.
The thought of your beloved little invention being mass-produced made your blood boil. Suing them at first chance was a great idea a few weeks ago when they announced your invention as an upcoming project to the board. When explaining everything that happened to your lawyer; the look in his eyes was filled with regret. He was a long-time friend and he knew you from when you were a toddler. The look he gave you was enough for you to know that he's been bought off. But, at least for now, you've been given a raise and a higher position at work. But, that still meant nothing to your superiors. The looks they give you when you walk down the halls give you the shivers. In all your years you've never felt a fear like this before. Ever since starting there, you've been hearing strange rumors. A cubicle mate of yours would always look at you with pity. His words ring in your head even now, at home alone...in the dark.
"The company needs you for now. And if you do a good job, hopefully, they'll keep you."
It sounded like it was supposed to be words of encouragement, but they sounded too sinister. Your coworker; a few days after saying that quit. His normally neat and tidy desk was cleaned out save for a small box of matches resting by his computer monitor. Normally he would have called you by now. But it's been nothing but radio silence for the past week and a half. Leaning back with a heavy sigh you rub tiredly at your face, a lazy attempt to drive the sleepiness away. It's only a few days and the paranoia was taking its hold on you.
Lately, you've been seeing the same box of matches almost everywhere you went. On an empty seat on the bus ride home, On the outside of the window seal by your favorite spot in the library. And yesterday night...right outside your door. This box was different from the rest. Its label could still be faintly seen, it looked like a heart. It was just laying there innocently on the doormat. The words "WELCOME' in big bold letters have long since faded due to a mix of being in the sun for so long and repeated trips to and from the house.
Paranoia kept you from leaving the safe confines of your small cozy house. It's normally a safe neighborhood, located not too far from the downtown area and not too far away to be secluded. The neighborhood was a safe one, many families made their homes in your location. Still the feeling of being watched or followed at times made your stomach twist in tight painful knots.
The more you thought about your 'missing' coworker the more your mind strayed to the small box of matches. The cover was worn and faded, and there are small traces of a once bright label that decorated the box. The faint outline of a heart, with smudged words, is all that's left of the label. Working in the dark wasn't a common thing that you did. But, working by candlelight just made you feel so cozy. Using one match after another, candle after candle, day after day finally came at a cost. This was your last candle and you already used up the last match.
Getting up from your chair to ease your aching joints felt like the best thing to do at this point. With a sigh and a yawn, you made your way to the door and flicked the light switch. Nothing happened. You could feel your eyebrows crease. With pursed lips, you flicked the switch again. And still nothing. The room remained dark.
"How in the hell did the power go out?" You whisper to yourself. Your voice echoed across the room, sounding louder than it really did.
Grimacing you reach for the candle on your work desk and head out into the dark hallway to check the other rooms. For some reason, you felt compelled to walk as quietly as possible. The air felt cold against your skin, Only wearing a t-shirt and pajama shorts really wasn't the best idea at the time but it was all that you had ready at the moment. The soft tapping of your bare feet hitting the hardwood floor was the only other sound besides your stifled breathing. Making your way to the hallway light switch you flick it on.
Off.
On.
Off.
On...
Your hair stood on end. The flickering flame of the candle betrayed your frightened features to the dark. Off to the corner, the sound of faint shuffling broke your panicked train of thought. Without thinking; you turned and ran full force into something hard. The fall against the floor felt like nothing compared to the heart-stopping horror that you feel now.
The candle that you once held extinguished in the fall leaving you and your uninvited guest engulfed in the darkness. only panicked whimpers and half words left your mouth. You couldn't move, you couldn't breathe, and all you could do was stare into the darkness in front of you. Turning over to get to your hand and knees you scrambled your best to get to your feet. Large gloved hands roughly pushed your head against the ground. Adrenaline rushed through your system, fight, flight, or freeze; you couldn't do anything, it was too late. From the corner of your eyes, you could see a small flame coming from between your assailant's hands. You didn't even hear them strike the match. Your heart was pounding so loud it felt like the whole neighborhood could hear it. The light that the match produced was just bright enough to see this person's face. You could feel your breath getting caught in your throat.
'Oh God!'
'Oh God! Jesus Christ!' You felt like you were choking.
'What the fuck?!'
A white mask peered from behind the flame. His head cocked to the side as if in a questioning manner. Tears gathered in your eyes, struggling to get up, struggling to even get a breath, your mouth formed words. You couldn't hear yourself, but you could tell that you were sobbing. Almost in a gentle manner, the masked man removed the hand that firmly held you down in place and brought it up to gently caress your cheek. Empty eye sockets bore down into your tear-filled eyes. It was too much, it hurt too much to think, it hurt too much to feel, and the adrenaline rush that you felt at first now left you tired. You could feel a sort of haze at the end of your vision. The world felt like it was spinning, and you knew no more.
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fuckmymunson · 2 years
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Hello! Are you gonna write a part 2 of 'Obsessed'?
𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐈𝐈 — 𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐏𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫
❀ CW: 18+, SMUT, NON-CON/DUB-CON, choking, slapping, (borderline) praising kink, masturbation (f & m), oral sex (f), gaslighting, obsessive, toxic behaviours, stalker!James | Part 1. Part 3.
❀ a/n: Yes!!, thanks so much for asking!! Here it is, hope you like it jiji.
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Alone in the dorm, fingers curled inside you, biting your pretty lips to hold back any moan. Your naked form was protected by a thin oversized t-shirt and the heat of the heat building up in your lower abdomen made your back arch in the soft sheets. 
James's large hand palmed himself through the tight fabric of his trousers. He was starstruck by your gorgeous little spectacle. One that, inside his wicked mind, you made just for him to watch. His eyes followed the way your hand ran through your body, touching your lovely tits and how for fingers slid in and out of your wet core. The sounds were music to his ears, he had a front-row seat for free and all he had to do was to wait patiently next to your dorm room under the invisibility cloak.
Watching you come undone in your hand was hands down, the hottest and most appealing thing he had ever seen before. Pumping himself to match your pace, James bit his lip hard enough to draw blood from it just to silence his own sounds. Your post-orgasm state was a delightful sight, your cheeks blushed and your soft skin was covered in a thin layer of sweat. He didn't miss the way your legs tremble while putting on your pink panties and a loose pair of sweatpants. Walking out of your dorm, James followed you to the prefect's bathroom, only taking a quick stop to wave at Remus who was in the common room with his girlfriend doing homework. This wasn't the first time he followed you to the prefect's bathroom but it was the first time he had seen you pleasuring yourself so prettily. 
James leaned against the wall, looking at you run the bath, your clothes pooling at your feet. James was high with the sight of your naked form, just like he had done countless times before. But this time, this time it was different. Seeing you touch yourself like that, seeing the cute little face you did when you reached that peak of pleasure, brought him to a different state of mind.
He wanted to be the one to cause you that type of pleasure. 
A large hand covered your mouth in a flash. Muffling your instant scream. Looking at the mirror next to you, you recognized the messy curls and pair of glasses, feeling his lips brush against your ear shell. Your whole body was frozen in fear and shock. 
"Sorry I scared you, love," James whispered. "You're just so pretty, so beautiful. I can't fight the urge to make you mine anymore."
The hand around your mouth muffled your sobs, while the tears cascade down your cheeks, your legs tremble with fear. James kissed your ear, making you whine again.
"Baby, don't cry." His voice was sweet, intoxicating. "I'm gonna remove my hand, okay? And don't even think about escaping or screaming. It will only make this worst for you." 
You nod desperately, feeling the adrenaline rush through your veins, you prayed for something, someone, anything. James slowly removed his hand and you pushed him, running towards the door not even bothering to cover your nudity. Unfortunately, he was quicker, stronger, he was insane. A painful grip on your arm made you cry, his body pushing you against the cold wall, caging you.
"I told you to not fucking try and escape." James's eyes flashed red, his voice low and dangerous. 
"I'm sorry." You sobbed, closing your eyes. "Please, please don't hurt me." You implored.
"I would never hurt you, bunny." James hid his face in the crook of your neck, kissing the exposed flesh. "I love you so much, and you know that." Large hands cupped your face. "Open your eyes." You denied his request, and he pressed your cheeks harder. "I said open fucking your eyes." And you did. 
"Why do you hate me?" You asked, the question, and your tears made his heartbreak a little.
"I don't hate you, bunny." James frowned. "Why would you say that?"
"You're always bothering me!" Your words are accompanied by a sob. "I already told you so many times to leave me alone, please, please stop this. It's so scary."
"Baby, I love you." James kissed your nose, with a smile that screamed insanity. "I would never leave you alone, you are the love of my life." You cry louder at his words.
"Why are you so fucking obsessed with me?!" You shout, which earned you a hard slap, and the sudden sting in your cheek shut you up. 
"Don't raise your voice at me, bunny." A threat, that was a threat. "You are the one making things hard for both of us. I love you, and it pains me dearly every time you pretend you don't love me back."
"I don't love you." You spat. "I fucking hate you with all my soul, you're just a fucking playboy, thinking every girl wants you back, your ego is so high you're literally going insane. And what for? Just because I didn't want to fuck you?"
A hand is wrapped around your throat cutting your words, your feet barely brushing the cold marble floor. Your vision starts to blurry and your tiny hands wrap around James's arm, scratching his skin for a bit of air, for a release.
"You're lying." James laughed, a laugh that was now flooding your head. "Stop with these games, love. If you want to pretend you don't love me, fine." He leaned closer, lips brushing yours, breathing your air. "I will make you love me for good." 
Releasing you, the cold floor welcomes your body, James sinks to his knees and grabs a fistful of your hair just tugging it painfully, crashing his lips with yours. His tongue invades your mouth, dominating you and drinking your cries. Large hands cup your naked chest, touching you just like you did to yourself minutes before. Your whole body shivers at the touch. James licks your cheeks, savoring the salty taste of your tears, groaning in response. You were intoxicating, so sweet, so pretty. You were everything he wanted, he longed for. 
"Please, please let me go." You beg, trying to curl and hide from his gaze. "I won't tell anyone, please just leave me alone."
"I'm afraid I can't do that." James fakes a sad smile. "I need to remind you once and for all, that you belong to me."
And with that, he parts your thighs with his hands, positioning himself in the middle. His lips dance all across your neck, leaving purplish marks, bites, and kisses. Another sob made its way to your lips, a finger brushes your lips.
"Suck." He commands and you weakly open your mouth for him to insert his middle finger, covering it with your spit, James groans in satisfaction. "M'gonna make you feel so good, baby."
While his lips are busy tormenting your breasts, licking and biting every inch of flesh that was in his reach, he sucks on your hard nipple making you moan, this time not of discomfort or pain. The guilt feeling clouds your head at the very same moment your body reacts to his ministrations, the fear and the pleasure making you feel awful, you shouldn't be enjoying this, and yet you were rocking your hips slowly at the feeling of his finger circling your clit, following the same pattern you did in the darkness of your dorm. James was a quick learner. The tears kept running down your red cheeks, and for James who just backed away to admire you, it was the prettiest sight ever. All covered in his love bites and enjoying yourself in his fingers. 
"Oh, baby." He whispers. "I can't wait to make you cry with pleasure."
The foreign feeling of his tongue against your bare core surprised you, the wetness of his tongue was now mixed with the one between your legs, a constant reminder of how you were enjoying this, enjoying being pleasured by someone you hated, someone who stalked you and was completely obsessed with you. His tongue slid inside you just like his fingers did moments ago, James groaned in pleasure at the taste, it was sweeter than a jar of honey, it was delicious and he was sure he was now addicted. Curling his tongue, he hit the spot and you moaned, one hand flying to grab his hair, a motion that made his heart flutter. You tugged his locks almost gently, which only encouraged him, his thumb brushing your cute little bundle of nerves just the right way, another loud moan had him painfully hard. Decided to make you come undone with his tongue, James did just that, while you cried and your back arched, pushing his head so now you were grinding yourself against his face, not that he was bothered, of course. James was in love. 
A trail of your slick connected your pussy and his lips, and it wasn't supposed to make your stomach flutter, but oh, it did. 
"You're a goddess." James moaned and kissed you, forcing his tongue again and you moaned at the taste of your desire in his mouth. 
Feeling your head all fuzzy, you felt dizzy. The orgasm was harder than any other you had before, no one before was able to make you finish that hard and fast, not even yourself. The kiss is heated, and for the first time, the moment James pulls back, you chase his lips again, eager to feel that spark of pleasure again, the only salvation to push the feeling of guilt and shame that terrorized you.
"Say you love me," James demanded, locking eyes with you. "Say it." Left hand quick to wrap your throat again, your eyes widened at the action.
"I love you." You whispered, feeling the tears again, ready to fall. "I love you, James."
"Good girl." He praised and kissed you, a gentle, loving kiss. "I knew you will come to terms sooner or later, maybe you just needed a little push." He chuckled, kissing your nose. "Promise me you will never leave me."
"James, please." A simple beg. "Please, I'm scared."
"Promise me, bunny." He ignored your pleas. "You have all the power to make this easier for you. Just accept the fact that you're mine." 
"James, please let me go." Closing your eyes, the tears made their presence known once again. 
You hear him sigh, you hear him shift for a moment, and then you feel it. 
Opening your eyes, you look at the way James brushed his hard cock against your wet pussy, making sure to lubricate himself with your previous release. You whine, still sensitive and overworked by your fingers, his fingers, and his tongue. 
"W-What are you doing?" You ask, that awful feeling of fear creeping its way into your body. 
"I'm gonna fuck you until you forget your name." He says it so sweetly, with a smile. "Maybe that way, you will never forget who owns you."
And with that, he enters you, slowly. The pain, both mental and physical exhausted you. You felt your head going dizzy again, almost floating, feeling underwater. Drifting away, just praying for everything to be over. You moan at the sensation and James does as well, bottoming out. If eating you out pleased him, being squeezed tightly by your wall was the closest he had been to heaven. 
For you, it was hell.
Like a gentleman, he gives you a moment to adjust to the new feeling, pinching your nipples and caressing your sides, comforting you. Fighting the feeling your body has to move, to feel, to search for pleasure, you cry. Although you failed miserably, James groaned loudly at the sensation of your hips rocking against his.
"That's it, angel." He praises. "Make yourself feel good, this is for you." He kissed you while he starts to move, slowly, carefully. He bottoms out again, his name escaping his lips. "Godric, you feel so warm, so tight, so perfect." The praises feel so genuine, your body reacts positively to his words, your wall clenching against his cock. 
A few minutes later and James is now pounding without any mercy, eager to hear more, to feel you cum around him just like you did in his mouth. Your wet pussy makes such lovely sounds, skin colliding, James even regrets not doing this sooner. 
"I love you, I love you." He repeats, like a mantra. "So perfect, so good for me." You moan, not knowing if you agreed with him. Everything was confusing, your common sense already far behind you, pleasure clouding your pretty head, numbing any other thought. "Please be mine, always. Just mine." His thumb finds your clit again, making you moan.
Making you moan his name.
It was like a dream come true, it was all he desired. James whined, lost in pleasure, lost in you. Finally, finally, finally you were his. Just like he wanted. 
"Pretty." He manages to choke out. "Such a lovely pussy, all for me." Each word is followed by a deep and hard thrust. "Mine, all mine." 
The familiar knot in your lower abdomen was getting bigger, harder to ignore. James felt it too, it felt how your pussy tightened around him, he saw how your cute face scrunched in pleasure, just like he wanted. Just like it did in your bedroom. It was tougher for him to move, which meant you were close, so close. 
"Cum for me, baby." He hurries you, he encourages you. "Please, let me feel you. Let me see how pretty you look cumming on my cock. Mine." He moans, and you do too. Reaching that desperately wanted climax. James moans, he moans your name, how good it feels. "Tell me you love me." He demands.
"I love you." That was the last thing you said before you released all the built-up pleasure, his release following yours after a few sloppy thursts. The warmth of his seed inside you rips a weak sound from your throat. "I love you." You repeated, maybe you lost your sanity as well.
"Thank you," James whispered kissing your neck, your jaw, lips, and nose. "Thank you. Thank you."
There it is again, the feeling of guilt, hitting you like a bucket of cold water. It was pointless, you were trapped now. Trapped in a sick love. James showers you with kisses, helps you take a bath, washes your hair, and takes pauses to kiss you, to worship you. For a second, you believe him, maybe it was better this way, maybe it would make everything easier.
He wraps you in a soft, fluffy, and big towel, kissing your shoulders. 
"My sweet, girlfriend. Mine." James whispers lost in a trance, in a delirium. 
"Yours." You agree, maybe... Maybe it wasn't that bad.
"Yes, mine." He smiles at the way you comply with him. "No one will love you like I do, doll. No one will make you feel this way, you know." He whispers sweet little nothings to you while he helps you get dressed. Completely forgetting the cloak in the prefect's bathroom. You felt caged, you felt scared. But, again... Maybe, maybe this was your only choice. Maybe, maybe you did love him back, you were just pretending not to, just like James said.
No one says a thing, no one dares. Remus and his girlfriend are still in the common room, when they noticed you two walking, holding hands. They look at each other confused but remained silent. Sirius and Peter, who seemed to join them at some point of the night, were just as confused, Sirius attempted to stand up, but Remus's hand kept him seated on the floor. 
"Wanna sleep with me tonight?" James asks you, making you feel like you have a choice.
Even though you know you are helpless now.
"Yes." You reply, crestfallen.
"Yes, what?"
"Yes, my love."
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arsonlookers · 2 months
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[YES]
Everything around you starts to fly away piece by piece.
like a dandelion being swept by the gushing wind.
Standing before you is the love of your life, the one who gives you a reason to continue living a shitty life, a complete waste. He may be fictional but it's better to love a fictional man than love a cheater or a guy who will never reciprocate your feelings.
The real life that awaits you in the back of your mind is as if it didn't exist, you already put it in the past.
You have already regressed plenty of times, to the point of not having a single care how many times you have returned.
Every time is a new beginning for you, a new experience, and new feelings... keep lying yourself.
keep deluding that everything is the first time.
you haven't touch some real grass for a while now
like the first time.
you introduce yourself, you meet him, fall in love once again, with his smile, passion, his charms, his dragonic features, everything, falling deeply. a complete loop. Even how much time has passed, how much regressed you have done.
to the point that you already know everything and predict everything that will happen. every thing does feel like the first time to YOU.
the first love, the first kiss, the jealousy, the betrayal, the pain mentally and physically, the falling in love part. everything is repeating like a broken record.. but did you care? NO. not even one bit.
everything you have already experienced like a million if not a dozen times already.
AGAIN , again, again, again , again, again,again , again, again,again ,
AGAIN , again, again, again , again, again,again , again, again,again , again, again,again , again, again, again , again, again,again , again, again,again , again, again,again , again, again, again , again, again,again , again, again,again , again, again,again , again, again, again , again, again,again , again, again,again , again, again,again , again, again, again , again, again,again , again, again,again , again, again,again , again, again, again , again, again,again , again, again,again , again, again,again , again, again, again, again, again,again , again, again,again , again, again.....again, again,again , again, again, again , again, again,again , again, again,again , again, again,again , again, again, again, again, again,again , again, again,again, again, again.....again, again,again , again, again, again , again, again,again , again, again,again , again, again,again , again, again, again, again, again,again , again, again,again , again, again.....again, again,again , again, again, again , again, again,again , again, again,again , again, again,again , again, again, again, again, again,again , again, again,again, again, again.....again, again,again , again, again, again , again, again,again , again, again,again , again, again,again , again, again, again, again, again...
AGAIN....
YOU LOVE HIM TILL DEATH DO YOU PART. till every loop. every time. until your last BREATH inside your capsule. alone. cold. forever will be forgotten........
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[ ending: DEDICATION ]
unknown: tsk, not a good choice bud.. tskk.. i pity you oh poor soul.
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CONTINUATION OF IMAGINE Zhongli x reader
Ars: you should have touched some real grass for real. TOUCH SOME GRASS! IF YOU HAVE NOT BEEN GOING OUTSIDE FOR REAL. dont ever sacrifice your entire life for some good short pleasure. life may be hard but just dont.
anyways thank u for reading, have a nice day
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mistress-of-vos · 11 months
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Tim: "I want to go home"
Ra's: "And I want humanity to stop killing Mother Earth, but none of our wishes are happening, beloved. Don't you think it's time we accept that?"
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ortegaversesimp · 6 months
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A little Cairo fic for my buddy @i-choose-you-cyndaquil , A big thank you to my co writer, editor and proof reader @streaminn !!
Chaos and Lust.
That's what Cairo likes to live her life by. She lives for the heart racing thrill, for the chase. 
A run of the mill boy or girl next door was never going to hold her attention for too long. The monotony of daily life, the same old, boring routine, day upon day would crush her spirit. She was destined for bigger things than being a meek little housewife like her mother. 
She loved the forbidden. She loved driving a man or woman to their ruin with only her wit, her mouth and her body. She loved watching them give into their basic instincts and fall like Lucifer fell from the Heavens. How beautiful it is to sin, to watch someone so desperately try to act like they aren’t tempted.
Her latest prey may be the most dangerous and exciting one yet..
A werewolf.
She had never had a wolf before. Stereotypically they were known to be more brawn than brains. The idiots who lived in her small town growing up would rather use a book to play fetch with than open and expand their tiny minds. They’re pretty little puppies to look at, to have a rough ride or two with when bored but certainly not worth the time and energy Cairo usually takes on her…conquests.
The first thing about the wolf she noticed was her eyes. From the moment Cairo met Enid she knew something dark was lingering in those stormy blues. They shone with something shattered, just begging to be filled with a distraction that she was ready to give. It was waving a red flag to a bull and Cairo was hooked in an instant.
At first it seemed to go according to her plan. A coy smile, using up all the southern charm her momma drilled into her head since she was a toddler. Then a light humour filled conversation with ‘innocent’ but lingering touches on the blonde's hands, hair and chest that leads to Cairo dragging the slightly drunken hesitant blonde to the dance floor the moment a slow song begins to croon out. 
Thirty minutes and a very zealous makeout session later, Cairo is on her knees in a dirty alleyway with a fearsome creature who was at the top of the food chain moaning in pleasure, pleasure that Cairo could easily refuse to give if she wasn't feeling generous. 
What she wasn't banking on however, was the regret that filled Enids' eyes after they were done nor the flash of anger at the snide mention of her wife. It should’ve filled Cairo with a spark of irritation except it floods her with a heat when those teeth bares and a growl rumbles deep in the mutt’s chest.
The wolf even had the audacity to try to leave after, as if Cairo hadn’t done what could’ve been her top five best performance. 
'No, No that wouldn't do,' Cairo thought, pushing the disobedient doggy against the wall.  
Lust filled ocean eyes dilated and two sets of lips were so close that they were intimately sharing one breath. Long arms were automatically snaking around Cairo's waist, one had found her waist with a slightly painful grip, while the other was clutching onto her back like a needy child. 
As the night wore on and the moon gave way to the sun's rays, two entwined bodies finally gave into exhaustion. Cairo unwrapped her legs from around Enid’s sweat covered body as she basked in her post orgasmic haze. She had lost count on the many times the werewolf railed her into the king-sized bed and Enid will likely get a long talking too if her neighbours complained about the constant banging of the headboard and Cairo’s uncharacteristically loud moans all night.
It's in the light tweets of the morning that Cairo can’t help but eye the ring that Enid doesn’t dare to remove.
The wolf may be the first monster she’s fucked but its certainly not the last time she bedded a married lover. The woman tilts her head, watching as those hands seem to twitch before curling into a hold. 
Do you want to know what all these married people had in common? 
They removed their rings, acting like the loss of the metal band was proof that what they were doing wasn’t wrong - acting like this is all but a single tryst where they aren’t breaking vows.
Enid? She did the opposite. She growled and snapped at Cairo’s skin when she jeered about what her dear wife would think if she knew. The faithful dog never answers but she never denies either, only pressing Cairo’s face deeper into the bed and making it so hard to think.
What a way to shut her up.
Cairo aches in that bed and it was then that she knew that Enid was gonna be her best work yet. The story she will write about this angry, passionate woman will make what she did to poor poor pathetic Jonathan seem like child's play.
Cairo is going to use her, wring her dry like Enid did to her last night and when she’s tired? Bored by what it's like to be taken by a beast? She’ll toss her aside like trash.
But Cairo has always lived for the heart racing thrill and if Enid keeps pressing those sharp teeth again her skin…
Cairo may even keep her.
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llittletingoddess · 8 months
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Easy quick little edit of our favorite man because he deserves the whole world 🩵
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sulasnsleep · 8 months
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“The eyes of others our prisons; their thoughts our cages.”
— Virginia Woolf
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Sins of the Father (A DSAF Story)
(Disclaimer: You got Dave helping Jack with a bullet wound, now I give you Jack helping Dave with body horror. It’ll make sense later. Takes place in the second game. What if Dave found the tapes?
This is incredibly dark and very angsty, also a bit of a character study for all characters involved.
Content warning for swearing, alcoholism, violence, body horror, referenced abuse, and a lot or referenced character death.
Also spoilers, mostly for the tapes.)
Dave dug through the files in the office with a wide grin on his face. He didn’t exactly know what he was looking for, but he could always find something to entertain himself in the files. Usually a photo from one of the court cases he could post around the restaurant or an annoying recording he could make one of the animatronics play.
On this particular day he found a couple cassette tapes inscribed with the word “Joy”. 
The tapes had an ominous feel to them, but surely they can’t be that bad, plus if they are, he could just use them to traumatize the children in the restaurant! Sure it doesn’t beat killing them, but a little chaos never fails to make phoney scream.
Dave inserts the tapes into his old cassette player. Whatever this is, it’ll be great.
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Jack comes into work 3 hours late. He didn’t sleep in, or sleep at all, he just didn’t want to come. He had been having a very good time not being at work dealing with annoying children, his even more annoying boss, and somehow more still annoying purple coworker. Unfortunately his contract meant that his previously mentioned annoying boss could call the police if he didn’t turn up for work.
He was having a lot of fun rampaging through the streets on a ton of cocaine. Sad it had to end so soon.
Jack came to the Saferoom (after having been yelled at by Phone Guy for 15 minutes straight for being late.), not intending to actually do his job. 
When he entered the room, the energy was far different from every other time he had done so before, and it wasn’t hard to tell why.
Unlike every other time Jack had entered the Saferoom, Dave hadn’t been there to loudly greet him.
For a moment Jack wondered if Dave has skipped. He, unlike Jack, could do so. Legally the man didn’t exist and while Jack didn’t either, Dave left even less of a paper trail than him, on top of that Jack could easily pass as a regular human if need be, but it’s kinda hard to tell the cops that they are looking for a large, long necked, bright purple, reptilian, crackhead with a New York accent.
Jack did however notice his “friendly” neighbourhood aubergine curled up in the corner. He wasn’t crying, but he was clearly upset.
Dave was upset quite often for an array of equally stupid reasons, but when he was upset he was usually melodramatic and exaggerated his feelings greatly.
Now he was acting uncharacteristically quiet and truly miserable.
Jack, noting the personality shift, rushes to his friend’s side.
Dave doesn’t respond, no matter how much Jack tries to snap him out of his trance, he just stares down at the cassette player in his lap.
After 10 minutes of silence Dave finally seems to realize Jack is there as the orange man stands up to leave as Dave was creeping him out in a new and horrifying way from his usual behaviour.
Noticing Jack, Dave lunges at the smaller, makeup caked man, and both fall to the floor. Dave glares at him for a moment, seemingly thinking Jack is someone else.
When Dave realizes it’s Jack, he immediately gets off, looking horrified. “Fuck… shit… sorry.”
“Are you ok?” Jack asks, despite the answer being more than obvious to the both of them.
“Can’t say I am, Old Sport.” 
“Is it something to do with that cassette-“ Dave throws the cassette player at the wall, it shatters on impact. “-player……….”
“Heh… w-what cassette player. I don’t even know what that is.” Dave says, before bursting into laughter, which quickly transitions to crying.
Jack checks the wreckage of the old cassette player, seeing the now shattered Joy tape inside. Oh. Jack had listened to those tapes, and had been tempted to show Dave a long time ago, to remove his allegiance to Henry, but realized it would be pointless as Henry isn’t even around anymore and it’d just hurt Dave, so he buried them deeper in the filing cabinet.
“Henry?” Jack asks, already knowing the answer.
“H-he took my FUCKING organs Jack! HE KNOCKED ME OUT AND STOLE MY FUCKING ORGANS!!!!!” Dave yells through his tears. “I thought I could trust him…” he whispers.
“Henry is gone now. He can’t do that anymore.”
“THATS THE FUCKING PROBLEM!!! HE’S GONE NOW! HE’S BEEN GONE FOR YEARS AND I’VE BEEN FOLLOWING HIS LEGACY, DOING EXACTLY WHAT HE WANTED WHEN HE NEVER EVEN CARED ABOUT ME!!!!!!!!!! I can’t even actually yell at him because he’s fucking dead! He got away with all of it…….”
“Then stop.”
“I CAN’T JUST FUCKING STOP! He has me fucking trained Jack. I don’t even know what I can do if it doesn’t involve him and what he wanted. Plus if I don’t destroy Freddy’s what DO I do? Where do I go? Do I even have a purpose?”
“Dave… you need to calm down. Listen to my voice. Just breathe.” Jack knows he can’t talk to Dave when he is like this, so he needs the man to calm down. Unfortunately this seems to have an opposite effect.
Dave practically runs over to table in the room. On it is a box cutter. His breathing is far too fast, and the panic is clear on his face.
Jack is unsure what’s about to happen until Dave opens up his shirt.
The orange man tries to stop him, he’s usually stronger than Dave, but in this adrenaline filled panicked state Dave manages to throw him off. Jack watches as Dave slices himself open.
Blood pours out of the wound as Dave grabs his scaly skin and pulls it apart, fully exposing his insides, or lack thereof. It’s a strange sight. Dave is missing all of his organs aside from his intestines, but everything seemed to be functioning normally, even the blood seemed to be flowing through nonexistent veins, with a nonexistent heart.
Dave looks down in horror at his empty body, and shoves his own hands in, trying to find some way to prove to himself it’s not true, hoping he’ll touch something. He finds nothing.
In his distraction Jack manages to rip the knife from his hands, the tape mentions taking parts of his brain too, and Jack knows he’ll check there next if he lets him. He jumps into action, ripping Dave’s hands out o his own body and closing up the scaley flesh as best as he can.
He sees a roll of duct tape laying on the table, he quickly grabs it and uses it to close the wound. It’s not a good, or elegant solution, but Dave won’t die.
“Dave, it’s true, you don’t have any organs. But what does it matter really, you’re still working fine.”
“I-it’s not about that. It’s about how… how… he… how he… tricked me. I don’t care that they’re gone… I just care that he took them.” Dave slides down onto the ground, curled up once again. 
Jack picks Dave up, and rocks him slightly the same way he used to do with his sister when she cried.
“How about we get your organs back? I’m sure he kept them somewhere. I’m not sure they’ll go in you the way they were before, but at least you’ll have them back so you won’t feel like he stole them from you anymore.”
Dave looks up at him. “I wouldn’t know where to look… I remember his operation room in his old house, but I was never allowed in, and I doubt he’d just keep my organs loose in there.”
“Maybe there’s a secret room off that?”
“Well I did always feel like the floor had too much of an echo, but Henry always told me there was no basement. He must have been lying.”
“I’ll drive you up there, we can trash the place while we’re there.”
Dave nods slowly, clearly not exactly cheered up or anything, but definitely sure of what he wants to do.
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The drive to Reno was long, and gave a lot of time for introspection.
Jack was driving his best friend to his childhood home so he could put his organs back in his body because his father figure removed them as part of an experiment he was never aware of. His friend’s father just so happened to have also murdered Jack’s own sister, and left Jack himself to slowly die. Definitely something if you told him he’d be doing now even days before his death, he would have socked you in the face.
It also brought up questions. For instance how did Dave’s soul just… decide to come back. He wished he knew that was an option sooner rather than sacrificing his own to come back to life with the conditions that he had to free all the souls. Dave had basically accidentally found immortality simply so that he could stay with his father. Which would be wholesome, uncharacteristically so for his lizard-esque friend, if not for his father being Henry.
Part of him was happy Dave had come back, his presence helped to make Jack’s not-life more bearable despite how annoying he could be. The more rational part knew that if Dave had just let himself die back then, he would be better off. Dave was innocent back then despite all the tragedy he had already endured in his life, if he’d died then, chances were he’d already be having his happiest day. Although now it was likely too late.
Fortunately for Jack’s mind, they soon reached their location. It was an old house behind Fredbear’s Family Diner.
The building brought back bad memories for both of them. Jack remembered his sister’s death and his own, Dave remembered all the many times he’d died in a springlock suit, and of course both remembered Henry.
The house was long abandoned, but the door had been sealed shut, Henry’s death has been seen as a murder and the crime scene was never opened to the public, everyone had simply forgotten by now.
Jack wedged the door open with a crowbar for Dave, and smashed in a window for himself, an old habit of his that he’d never managed to break.
The house was broken down but Jack could still see remnants of what once was in the wreckage. Cigarettes littered the floor, overflowing from ashtrays. The walls and floors were marked with scratches that uncomfortably resembled Dave’s claws but slightly smaller. The walls were dented as if someone had hit them.
Dave froze up when he saw the state of the house. It seemed with his delusions about who Henry was now gone, he had started to remember how the man actually treated him when he had taken him in in his teenaged years, and how this continued well into adulthood.
He remembered the abuse he endured in Henry’s ‘lessons’. How Henry had blinded his eye and scarred his back and Dave had never seen this as strange. After all, Dave had never had a family, so how would he know that they weren’t supposed to be this way?
Dave retreated back to the car and took a beer bottle from the trunk. He couldn’t do this sober.
The two oddly coloured men approached the operation room, what it had originally been was unknown.
Both were uncomfortable when they saw the room despite neither having ever seen it before.
It didn’t take long to find a hatch under a dresser the two shoved over, and they descended into the basement.
It was larger than expected, and quite cluttered, full of jars of organs, belonging to various people, papers covered every surface detailing some of Henry’s many theories, and there were overflowing piles of more tapes, ones neither wanted to listen to.
They found Dave’s organs in purple lidded jars. 
They most definitely were not human organs which caused even more clear discomfort. 
No one had ever known what Dave was, not even Dave himself. He had always wanted to believe he was human despite everything. This seemed to confirm that even beneath his aubergine surface he still wasn’t human.
Neither said anything about this however, and neither wanted to address it, Dave simply opened up the jars and put his organs back in how he could only assume they were supposed to go, as he had never seen them before now and didn’t know his own anatomy. He used some leftover thread from the operation room to stitch his organs back in place. They amazingly started working again as if they’d never been gone.
The two of them set to destroying the house, breaking anything that could be broken, drinking the whole time.
Eventually it became clear to even an alcoholic like Jack that Dave was drinking way too much.
“Don’t you think you’ve had enough?” Jack asks, trying to take the bottle away from Dave.
“Naaaaaahhhhh… I baaaaarelyyyy feeeeeeelllll iiiiiit……….” Dave slurs, before downing the whole bottle and throwing it on the ground and retrieving another one. “Thiiiiiiisss oneeeesss foooooorrr yaaaaa daaaaad… yaaa pieceeeee offffffff shiiiiiiitttt. Fuuuuuck yaaaaaaa! Yeeeeeerrrr nooootttt myyyyy daaaaad anymoreeeee.” Dave toasts, before downing half of the bottle. “Yaaa ruineeeeed myyyyyy liiiiifeee anddddd noooooowww yeeeeerrr deaaaad andddd nooooooooobodyyyyyy willllll eeeeeeverrrrrr rememberrrrr yaaaaaaa! Sooooo haaaaaahhhhh… I stiiiiiiiiillll gettt the laaaaaaasssst laughhhhh…” he asks drunkenly and then drinks the rest, throwing it at a picture of Henry.
“Ok now that’s definitely enough.” Jack says.
Dave still doesn’t listen and goes out to the car to retrieve another beer and a canister of gasoline which he starts using to douse first the diner, and then the house itself before lighting up a cigarette and throwing it into the puddle when he finished it.
“Dave… DAVE! DAVE THE BUILDING IS ON FIRE GET THE FUCK OUT!” Dave doesn’t listen and can’t be dragged out no matter how hard he tries. “WILLIAM AFTON GET THE FUCK OUT OF THIS BUILDING BEFORE YOU FUCKING DIE!!!!!!!!!”
“Whaaaaatssss theeee pooooooointtttt… I’mmmm alreaaaadyyyyy deaaaaaddddddd, pluuuuuusss eveeeeennnnn iffffff I waaaaaaassssn’ttttttt, I doooooonnnn’ haaaaaaveeeeee muuuuuuchhhh toooooo liveeeee forrrrr…” Dave says, responding to the use of his real name, but not even seeming to register that Jack had said it.
“Look, life sucks. That’s true. Everyone wishes it wasn’t like this all the damn time. But burning yourself alive in your childhood home isn’t going to change anything!!!” Jack says, finally managing to pick Dave up bridal style and carry him out of the house. 
Jack places his friend in the passengers seat of the car, and then gets in himself. Sure driving in the drunken state Jack himself is in is not responsible, but he’s never been a responsible man and never would be.
Jack starts the long drive back to Bakersfield. 
About half an hour later, maybe less, Dave started crying, sobbing about everything that had been done to him, and what Henry had turned him into.
10 minutes later, he fell asleep on Jack’s shoulder.
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When Jack woke up, his first thoughts were of his horrible hangover, his seconds of the night before, and then his third of Dave’s sudden disappearance from where he had been placed the night before.
He panicked when he noticed the aubergine was gone, jumping out of bed and running out of his room to find Dave in the kitchen, smoking.
Jack breathed a sigh of relief, Dave wouldn’t have been able to survive on his own after everything that had happened.
After his initial relief, a feeling of awkwardness filled the room. “So uhhh…. Hi.”
“…Hello.” Dave replies, just as awkwardly as Jack.
Neither one says anything for 3 minutes, neither knowing what should be said.
“Listen… Sport I-“
“Don’t worry about it, everyone makes drunken mistakes. In fact, I’d say some of mine definitely have a little arson beat.”
The room falls silent once more.
“…Do you ever think you’ll be able to move past what he did?”
“Do you think you’ll be able to move past what we did to you?”
Jack falls silent.
“Look Jack, I’m not as stupid as I look. I know who you are, and I also know what we did to you and your sister. It may have taken time, but I figured it out. The only thing I don’t get is why you haven’t tried to kill me yet.”
“…I always felt like he was the one calling the shots. I never knew how to feel about you. It didn’t feel like you wanted to be involved at all. Sure I still hated you for awhile, but when I heard the tape the first time… well I stopped blaming you entirely.”
“Well will you ever be able to recover from what Henry did with my assistance?”
“No… I don’t think I will.”
“Then that’s my answer too.”
The room once again goes quiet.
“What now?” Jack asks.
“Well part of me wants to spend the rest of my life undoing everything he worked for out of pure spite, but I know that it’d be a worse punishment to just let his memory die with me.”
“Yeah. The souls deserve to be free, and I’m going to try to do that… but Henry can rot wherever he ended up because I’m done with all his shit.”
“So I’m thinking I just want to spend the rest of my life hanging out with you. And maybe unfucking his fuckups along the way.”
“I think I’d like that.”
“Can we go in late today? I really don’t think I’m in the right headspace to go anywhere near a Freddy’s location today.”
“Neither do I.”
The room falls silent again.
“Jack I-”
“I know Dave… and I do too.”
(Note: Ok so this is probably both the darkest and overall best DSAF fics I’ve ever written, but I’d love to see what y’all think!)
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⋆ ★ ᴱˡᶠ! ʸᵘᵘ ᵃⁿᵈ ʰⁱˢ ʳᵉˡᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿˢʰⁱᵖˢ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵉᵛᵉʳʸᵇᵒᵈʸ! ᵀʰⁱˢ ⁱˢ ᵍᵒⁱⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ ⁱⁿ ᵒʳᵈᵉʳ, ᴴᵉᵃʳᵗˢˡᵃᵇʸᵘˡ ᵒᵇᵛⁱᵒᵘˢˡʸ ᵇᵉⁱⁿᵍ ᶠⁱʳˢᵗ. ˢᵗᵃᶠᶠ ˡᵃˢᵗ.
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☟︎♏︎♋︎❒︎⧫︎⬧︎●︎♋︎♌︎⍓︎◆︎●︎ <Heartslabyul>
• Riddle - He absolutely hates Elf! yuu. The fact that Elf! yuu reminds him of Floyd irritates him. Every time they face each other in the halls, Riddle gets absolutely enraged. A little secret is that Riddle is scared of Elf! yuu. But of course he will never admit it. The reason for his fear is that he saw Elf! yuu getting irritated at some students; then the aftermath happened… And this man was traumatized for life. Riddle never wants to talk to Elf! yuu. He hates how sadistic Elf! yuu is. He often gets mocked of his height, insecurities, and his mommy issues (from Elf! yuu).
• Trey - He doesn’t really have a opinion on Elf! yuu, but he does get creeped out by him. He doesn’t know Elf! yuu true intentions or his sadistic personality. Which is why he will try to be polite to him, but it will come out as slightly strained. He notices how much Riddle gets furious when Elf! yuu visits Heartslabyul. So sometimes he suggests that he shouldn’t come, or else Riddle will go berserk again-
• Cater - Cater still acts the same to Elf! yuu like he does to everyone else. Cater always wants to take a picture with him because of his sharp teeth. Cater gave the nickname “Scissor mouth” to Elf! yuu. He said it’s because Elf! yuu reminds him of scissor hands (it’s a character from a movie) but instead of the hands being sharp scissors, it’s his mouth. Elf! yuu doesn’t mind the nickname and takes photos with Cater just for the funsies. But Elf! yuu’s only reason to hang out with Cater is to see Cater’s mask break.
• Ace - Ace hates Elf! yuu. But not like how Riddle hates Elf! yuu. It’s more like pettiness and annoyance. Ace doesn’t know what Elf! yuu is truly capable of. He just finds Elf! yuu an annoying, magic-less perfect. Nothing more, nothing less. His pettiness started from him getting jump-scared by Elf! yuu. Which he denies that he got freaking terrified.
• Deuce - Deuce doesn’t like how Elf! yuu bullies (Elf! yuu sees it as teasing) other students. Deuce doesn’t have any respect for Elf! yuu. Because of the way he treats others and the way he has such twisted morals. Deuce has saw Elf! yuu in action before and it disgusted him. The way Elf! yuu just kept on going, kept on taunting the students who picked a fight with him. Beating the stu- no. It was more like torturing the student. Elf! yuu made sure no one saw this but Deuce. Elf! yuu wants to see Deuce’s sense of justice crushed. He wants to see pure misery in Deuce’s face, he wants to eat the despair from Deuce. It’s like a sweet little treat to him.
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Poll results are in! Euphi lore time!
When someone is a "Protogen", that's not their birth species. They could've been anything. A dog, a cat, a fox, a snake, a bear, a shark, whatever. Some may still identify as what they were born as. Others might not. Sometimes someone may have suffered a severe injury, or had a debilitating birth defect that makes life for them hard. When that happens, they may, if they choose, be augmented into a Protogen. Replaced limbs, digital faces, even completely mechanical organs. Different Protogens may be differing levels of mechanical. Some may have just needed a prosthetic arm, others may need their face replaced. Some may not even look like anything is mechanical at all, since it's just organs that were replaced. Euphi is one of those who are more machine than meat.
300 years Before Present. In a long gone country deep in the frozen North. The medic of a field expedition team, Euphi [LAST NAME REDACTED], has been missing for 14 hours. Being missing for that long in an environment such as this is almost certain death. She was found, half a mile from camp. Nobody knows what happened to her. Well, nobody still alive, anyway. But we do know that Euphi's face, arms and upper legs were unsalvageable. Her organs had almost completely failed, being kept alive by a weak, panicked heart. Given that it's the medic currently in need of immediate care, all the team could do was try and stabilize her until an extraction team could be brought in to save her. Bandages, CPR, splints, keep her in a sterile environment. They weren't trained for this, but you pick some things up. Plus, everyone is supposed to know how to cover a wound.
Help arrives. Euphi is still alive, barely. There's no time to wait to reach a hospital, she needs help now, on the helicopter. A temporary "face" is attached. Just enough to stop the pain, let her breath, get some words out. She can't see, can't emote. The voice is monotone.
Her memory is practically gone. She knows her name, her personality is intact, she always was a little overprotective, and she's still trying to act like everything is fine. But it's not. Nothing is fine. The only working organs she has are her brain, heart, and lungs. Just enough for her to live right now, but that's not going to last. She can't remember where she is, what she does, who anyone is, her childhood, her medical training. She's back to square one.
They land at a hospital. Which one? Doesn't matter, it's long gone now. New arms are needed, reattach the lower legs, it's easier to reattach them when the pelvis is metal too, is that ok? That temporary face has served her well, but this one will work better. Those old, dead organs? We need to replace those. These new parts can be powered much the same way as the originals, so a digestive system will be needed. Make a new way to dispose of bodily waste. Water isn't safe for these parts, so bathrooms are a dangerous place. You can repackage waste from the body as a biofuel. Clear out the dangerous stuff, expell it as a gas, the rest goes back in, like eating the same food 3 or 4 times in a row.
She'll need therapy. She's traumatized, she's confused, she can barely walk. Years pass, she's doing better. She can walk, she's at least recalled her medical training, she can go back to work. But her work isn't needed anymore. You don't need to go on expeditions when the world is fully mapped! Isn't the GPS incredible?
Something's off. It's been what, 30 years since that day? She hasn't aged a bit! Not that you could tell, there's not much organic stuff to age. She's gotten some part upgrades since then. New hands for better dexterity. A new face, this one has a clearer voice! She's developed a strong attachment to her heart. It kept her alive when nothing else could. If you asked Euphi, this is when She/Heart started to feel right.
Another 40 years. The original doctor that saved heart is dead. That expedition team is mostly dead. Euphi is same as always. Something's not right. Those mechanical bits have more or less taken priority in this body. More machine than mortal, and that means?
Immortality. Euphi won't be aging anymore.
Another 30 years, that country was absorbed into another. 100 years, nobody alive has met Euphi before. Faces pass, lovers are born, die, and new ones fill their place. Euphi has never known what it's been like to meet someone even half heart age. It's lonely. At least life isn't hard when you've got disability benefits from the government, plus your old money from back then.
Today. Well, maybe a month ago? It's hard to keep track of time when a day for you feels more like a second. Relaxing in a bar, buying drinks for people she's only known for a few minutes, with money worth magnitudes more than she remembers. This 1 Dollar note is worth 2 million? Well I guess it is kinda old.
Someone walks in. Two people actually. A wolf, angry and confused. A bird-thing. The bird immediately starts flirting with the bartender. Where's the wolf's mouth? Someone approaches the bird, pulls a knife. Uh oh, this could get-
Where's that guy go? Did the wolf always have that sandwich? People clear out. It's just those two, and Euphi. A conversation.
Abandoned by your family? On the run? You're half-demon? Wait how old are you? 180!? Funny, I'm actually somewhere around 350! Oh so that's where your mouth went.
From another planet? Oh, your an Avali! He/They gotcha. Never went to school? You poor thing!
She's found them. Someone she can really relate to, in a way, and someone who could use some help. She worked as a teacher for a good 40 years, plenty of time to get degrees when you aren't dying any time soon.
And, well, I think we have an idea of what happens from here.
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ningenshinkouku · 7 days
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i don't want to do it all over again. i just want to never exist in the first place, but how could i regret something that i didn't choose for myself? there was no way that kind of question could be answered, nevertheless i continue to regret.
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Never Leaving
Warnings for: Gore, slight animal abuse, creepy/stalker vibes, slight PTSD.
Everyone is busy on a cease-fire day. If everyone is busy who is keeping an eye on Scout? Better yet, who is keeping an eye on Pyro?
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The soft ticking of the clock was the only noise that broke the silence of the usually boisterous Tuefort base. Tavish was out visiting his Ma, a somewhat rare but expected occasion. Heavy was doing whatever he does on ceasefire days. And everyone else...well, everyone else was doing their own thing.
Scout sighed, normally on ceasefire days he'd be going out to the nearby town and buying whatever he deemed as essential items. The last time Scout when out to buy his necessities dearest "Hard Hat" took one look at the grocery bags in his arms and narrowed his eyes. Apparently, the latest Tom Jones album and a few cases of Atomic Cherry Bonk were "non-essential" items.
Staring blankly at the magazine resting in his hands, he idly turned the page. Then he turned to the next page, then the page after that. With a groan, he flopped back on his bed and stared at the ceiling.
There was nothing to do, no one to mess with, and no one to talk to. The ticking of the clock was his only source of sound that broke the monotonous silence. The soft blanket fibers cushioned as much of the young man as they could from the hard mattress beneath him. From this position, he could feel all the aches and pains from the previous week catching up to him. Sure, the respawn could bring back people from the dead. But still, it didn't help much with the pain of sleeping in the wrong position for long periods of time, or the psychological pain that went along with having your arm and a bit of your abdomen flesh being torn off.
Scout could still feel the harsh unrelenting grip of the enemy Heavy gripping his forearm and twisting. With a soft sound, quite uncharacteristic of himself, he rolled up the magazine and threw it at the door, hitting it dead in the center; the impact making a hollow 'thunk' sound. With a frustrated groan, he slid down the bed and ended up in a seated position with his knees curled into his chest.
Only one thought coursed through his mind 'I'm so bored'.
Looking around his baseball-centric room his wandering eyes scanned over various posters and sports gear. He'd take going out on the battlefield without a weapon over being bored like this. With a soft clench of his fists, he rose steadily to his feet and walked over to his door, and swung it open softly, as if not to disturb the immense quiet that hung over the base. As he was closing the door a soft dragging noise filled the hall. It sounded like it was coming from somewhere down the hallway, upon closer inspection the dragging noise was coming from Pyro's room.
Scout's eyes widened. 'Aw crap, what's Pyro got in here this time?'
'Please don't be a person! please don't be a person! please don't be a person!'
His thoughts ran wildly, fear and adrenaline coursed through his veins.
The last time that a mysterious noise was heard from the resident flame thrower's room it turned out to be a coyote trying to chew through its own leg to get out of the string that the arsonist roped it in. The pitiful creature was brought to Medic and the "Firebug" as the Engineer so lovingly called him was given a stern lecture about endangered wildlife. How much was understood by the Pyro, no one really knew. Again the dragging/shuffling noise broke the silence.
'If I go in, I might die. If I don't go in I might die of boredom.' Weighing the pros and cons of this situation didn't help at all to quell his nerves...or his inquisitiveness.
With a steady hand, Scout knocked on the door two times.
"Hey, Pyro? You okay in there?"
A few mmphs sounded through the door.
"I hope that you don't have any animals in there with ya! Remember what happened last time? We had to bring the Coyote to Medic and he's a people doctor, not an animal doctor!"
Although, with that being said the Medic's astounding knowledge of animal biology made his previous statement seem rather questionable. Scout's train of thought broke when the sound of a lock being clicked open. The door to the Pyro's room swung open and fast gloved hands grabbed at the Scout's shoulders and brought him inside with a speed that put the resident speedster to shame.
"Whoa! Easy! What da hell man!?"
Scout's panicked unfocused eyes landed on the table in the center of the room. His rapid breathing slowed to a normal pace when he realized what lay dead center on the table.
"A tea set? you're having a tea party? All by yourself? Really? Now that's just sad."
With a turn of his heels, he moved to walk back out the door...only to be grabbed by his shoulders and manhandled into a tiny chair made for children. Scout did nothing as the Pyro grabbed a small butterknife and stabbed it into the table only a few inches away from his thigh.
With a shaky breath, Scout reached for his empty teacup and hesitantly took a sip of the imaginary tea.
'I'll just wait for the rest of the team to come back, then I can leave.'
Scout looked into the dark eyesockets of the gasmask...
'Yep, I can totally wait this out.' He could feel all the hairs on the back of his neck stand up, despite the room's warmth he barely contained a shiver.
As for the moment the Pyro made it clear that the Scout was staying for this tea party, whether he liked it or not.
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allonsy--loki · 8 months
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Since Good Omens is relevant again. I want to share that in 2020 my high school senior quote was "Well that went down like a lead balloon".
I submitted my senior quote in Fall 2019 before the pandemic affected my area.
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