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flowerbloom-arts · 9 days
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Poor lad.
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warning : tiny comfort, darker themes , little yandere behaviour , obsession , obsessed love , mutual love , little swearing , tiny mention of blood , nervousness , angst , love , kissing , touching eachother , nothing graphical in smut and blood , little drinking , blackmailing basically , open ending , make out, minors don't interact
Charlie Walker/Ghostface x fem reader
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The evening was dark and relatively cool when the small pling from her mobile phone made the eighteen-year-old look up. Glancing up from her homework and books, she picked up her phone and typed on the small screen.
It was a message from one of her friends. Party at the barn.Stabathon-free alcohol come over she read the message and sighed slightly. Not that she wouldn't want to come. But the exam period was coming up and a party compared to the anger of her parents would be something she wanted to avoid.
On the other hand, a little fun and a little alcohol would be a deliberate distraction. And the old, big barn was not too far away. A short drive. A little fun never hurt she thought and decided to finish the sentence before changing.
The thought did cross her mind because of the murders that had been committed in the last few days. Actually, her parents had hung up an exit spear after eight o'clock in the evening. But she thought this was a bit exaggerated.
Uncertainty lay in her gaze as she looked at herself in the mirror. There are still other people here, said this little voice calling for a party. Suddenly the doubts were gone and the fun was there. She looked at herself again in the mirror a loose outfit not uncomfortable but not a looker either.
Simple and appropriate for a horror party. With another pling on her mobile phone she picked it up. Charlie is here too ;) she read the little extra message and a smile flitted across her lips. Charlie Walker, the acknowledged nerd of the group, film club leader and her crush.
Ever since she had seen him at Woodsboroo high school she couldn't get away from him. His friendly, cheerful manner when he talked about movies. How much he knew about movies, his whole being attracted her. Only the glow in his blue eyes when Kirby even spoke to him was something she noticed.
Kirby Reed she knew, no everyone knew that Charlie had a thing for the blonde. He seemed to be attached to her like a dog. She's just using him she thought after hearing this herself as the girls walked by. She knew the girls only briefly, most of all she had to do with Jill.
They had been assigned to several school projects together and even then they got along quite well. But now that she was already going to a party where Charlie was and not Kirby, she could take advantage of the situation. Maybe he'll notice me she hoped and opened her wardrobe again.
She had tried on everything from her normal everyday clothes to her pyjamas and communion dress. All except two things. ,,This is a bit extreme," she muttered and took the short leather skirt and the loose blood-red blouse out of the wardrobe. Holding the two items up, she pondered for a moment. ,,So what?" she decided and put on the clothes she had once bought for Halloween as a joke.
At that time she wanted to go as a hooker with all her friends just for fun. Teenage fantasy she thought and smiled as she turned in front of the mirror. The clothes just looked a lot better than they did a few years ago. It accentuated her curves, her legs were visible all the way up her thighs.
The red blouse made her décolletage clear. He's going to notice me she thought resolutely and grabbed her leather jacket before grabbing her mobile phone and car keys. Walking out of her room, she listened in on the house. She heard the sound of the television downstairs in the living room. A good sign.
Creeping slowly down the stairs, she peeked around the corner into the living room. Both asleep she thought happily as she heard her father snoring lightly and her mother snuggled up to him. Creeping along, she took the black high heels before taking her car key from the small key bowl and opening the door.
Pulling it quietly behind her, she hurried to her car and got in. ,,Done" she muttered in relief and started the engine before driving off towards Stabathon. The drive didn't take long - she was on the road for about ten minutes before she heard the relatively loud noises.
Parking the car, stuffing the key in her jacket pocket to her handy she headed for the barn. This looks good she thought and grinned when she saw all the decorations and slightly dressed up people. Even though her outfit definitely stood out from the others.
She didn't have a knife stuck in her chest, or a ghostface mask, or even the jacket of her football team. She was dressed relatively inconspicuously for the party. She tried to find her boyfriend but gave up after a few minutes.
Too many people with too many of the same costumes and too much alcohol. Looking around she finally found the bar with the drinks.
Heading for it, she found the alcohol in a large glass bowl before grabbing one of the red plastic cups. ,,Y/n the best animatress of our film club in her gorgeous outfit" she suddenly heard a voice next to her and jerked around. ,,You scared me Robbie," she said, shaking her head slightly.
Robbie was the second boss of the film club and Charlie's best friend. She knew he was recording her and it was being streamed live. ,,Don't do that," she said, taking the first sip of alcohol as he looked her up and down with his camera for the third time.
Defensively, he raised his hands and chuckled. ,,What? It's not often you come out like that, a real beauty," he said, but quickly fell silent as he heard the warning look from his classmate. ,,Thanks Robbie, you really are a gentleman" she said rolling her eyes and swearing inwardly. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to come here after all.
She took another sip of the drink and was about to leave when Robbie walked around her and cut her off. ,,Sorry, I didn't mean that, come on, let me get you a VIP seat," he said with a smile and pointed to the stage. Nodding, she followed him and quickly arrived at a ladder leading to the upper area. ,,Are you serious straw?" she asked and took one of the stalks between her hands.
Before she threw it at him, which Robbie returned with a roll of his eyes. ,,No, go up and sit or stand on the railing so you can see everything," he said, seeming slightly excited as he looked at his watch. ,,Thanks" she murmured as he left to start the welcoming speech before she made her way upstairs. He's right, she thought, leaning against the wooden railing where she could see everything. A small smile flitted across her lips as she listened to their speech, paying more attention to Charlie than anything else.
Regardless, she took another sip of the alcohol and looked at the first staff for a while. Before she suddenly heard a creaking behind her. The creaking of wood, someone coming towards her. She put the cup down on the railing and spun around. She was already prepared for a prank in the worst case scenario.
To her surprise Charlie showed up. ,,Hi Charlie," she said, slightly surprised, and smiled at him. He was leaning against one of the stacked bales of straw. The white button-up shirt clung loosely to his torso. The grey shirt underneath which was slightly visible through the slightly open collar.
The long brown hair that always looked so soft to her. Almost fluffy. The small smile on his lips and the piercing look of his blue eyes. He was perfect. ,,Hey, I didn't think you were coming," he said, walking up to her before standing next to her.
She felt how nervous she was, how fast her heart suddenly beat, her fingers tangled in her skirt and she stared at him. ,,Yeah, me neither...well a friend texted me to come" she admitted and quickly looked away as he looked from the film to her.
In the corner of her eye, she saw his eyes pass over her form. He's looking at me, she thought excitedly and grinned slightly. ,,You think this stabbing is so funny?" he asked with an amused tone in his voice when he saw her smile. Protectively she put her hands up slightly, ,,No...I um just had to think of a joke" she said hastily and would have preferred to sink into the ground. He nodded slightly in disbelief and turned back to the film.
She continued to watch him and felt almost stupid after five minutes of endless waiting. Do something she urged herself, because one thing she couldn't do was flirt. Or even make a real move. She had once asked him if she should stay for the break to help with the club, or have a coffee. She had even asked him for homework, but at the last moment she withdrew her book with the note for a meeting.
The idea came from Jill and not even from her. ,,Hey, I've got to get back to Robbie's for the next film, see you later," he said suddenly, pushing himself slightly off the railing. ,,Um, yeah, have fun," she mumbled and would have liked to push herself down.
He had just disappeared behind the bales of straw and she was already thinking about finishing the alcohol before she plunged down when he suddenly reappeared. ,,Hey, if you're up for a little party at Kirby's house, why don't you come?" he said hurriedly and she called after him with a ,,I will, thank you!". It's at Kirby's...but he invited me she thought happily and decided to go in search of her friends again. Not knowing that the evening would be all the more exciting.
Not only had Gale turned up, but the real Ghostface and the sheriff were all here. But when the first shot was fired by Dewie, she had run outside with the crowd for fear of being arrested.
As well as becoming another victim of Ghostface. ,,What a night," she muttered as she started the engine and drove down the road to Kirby. Parking the car and getting out, she saw the lights on in the house.They must have left earlier she thought, her high heels clicking lightly on the street before she went inside.
The door was open. But after only a few steps inside she heard voices and a slight relief spread. ,,You knew the door was open, didn't you?" she asked as she walked in and looked into the faces of Robbie, Kirby, Jill and Charlie. Only the latter gave her a small smile. Almost as if he was relieved that she was here.
But she could have imagined that. ,,Y/n, what are you doing here?" Jill asked in surprise and stood up before pulling the other into a light hug. ,,Charlie invited me," she answered briefly and Robbie handed her a bottle of high-proof alcohol. ,,Drink to the survival of my masterpiece," the camera man ordered and she took a light sip. ,,Whatever I invited you...we're watching Stab Seven now," Charlie announced and took care of the film.
Jill sat back on the couch next to Kirby who hadn't said a word to the new girl. Robbie moved a few feet away to the kitchen and continued to complain, mumbling. And Y/n sat down on the left, on the other side of Charlie.
Not that she didn't want to be with him, but Kirby seemed to be looking at her with a look she knew too well. Get out of here, the blonde seemed to say. As best she could, she tried to ignore the look and took a few more sips of the alcohol.
A few minutes had passed and Stab was in full swing when she slowly felt the warmth in her body. She was not drunk if at all slightly tipsy but the warmth told her she had had enough for now.
Putting the bottle on the table, she took off her leather jacket and her red blouse stood out as an eye-catcher. ,,Someone has made herself pretty," she suddenly heard Kirby say. The blonde looked at her carefully and smiled charmingly. But there was annoyance in her eyes. ,,So what?" she asked back and raised an eyebrow before standing up.
Grabbing the bottle, she took another step towards Kirby. ,,Nothing...nothing the question is for whom?" she probed further and Y/n became more uncomfortable by the second. She didn't like the way the evening was going. ,,For no one but me," she countered and walked past the blonde to hand Robbie the bottle and grab a glass of water.
Walking back she just saw a shadow coming from the right before she bumped into someone coming in with firm steps. ,,Ouch...Trevor?" she said as she stumbled back slightly from the force of the older and taller man. Surprise showed on everyone's faces as the one they didn't think was coming appeared. ,,Great" she muttered and looked at the stain of water on her blouse.
Right in the area of her bust and the black lace of her bra pressed against it. ,,The bathroom is upstairs," Robbie said, averting his gaze from her and his camera. ,,Peeping Tom" Y/n muttered, slightly annoyed, and went up the stairs. A few moments later she heard Jill leaving with Trevor, looking for her mobile phone, and Robbie going out onto the terrace. Only Kirby and Charlie stayed behind.
Finding herself in a house and hallway with endless doors, she was baffled. ,,Just great" she mumbled before sighing and opening one door after the other which seemed to take forever. How rich is she? she asked herself when she found the third guest room and the second walk-in wardrobe. Before she finally found the bathroom with another door. Turning on the light she grabbed one of the towels and tried to dry it somehow.
She wanted to avoid walking around in a visible bra all evening. Taking the towel off her clothes, the stain had only receded slightly. Sighing, she looked at herself in the mirror. Her bra was still slightly visible on closer inspection, but otherwise it was fine.
Leaning on the sink, she ran her hand through her hair. Did he even look at me? she asked herself and decided to go back downstairs. The evening was not over yet, even though she could hardly hear any sounds coming from downstairs. Walking down the corridor she suddenly heard a creaking sound like a door.
Looking around, she saw that a door to the guest room was slightly open. Did Jill go in there? she asked herself and decided to check. She hoped it was Jill or just a pet and not a stupid prank by Kirby.
That was the last thing she wanted. She opened the door a little wider and slipped inside before taking a few steps inside and standing in the middle of the room. ,,Hello?" she asked into the darkness but got no answer.
Suddenly the light from the bedside lamp came on and gave the room a slight orange tint. Not bright enough to dazzle but not too dark to see anything. Only the shadows of the furniture and things seemed more threatening.
She had flinched and scurried around as the door closed and suddenly Charlie was leaning against the door, causing it to close. ,,Charlie...you scared me," she said, grabbing her upper body before a small unsmiling smile came to her lips. ,,Is everything all right? It's pretty quiet down there?" she asked and took a step towards him. For the first time, however, it seemed that something had changed in him. His gaze remained on her, not avoiding her, and there was no Kirby in his blue eyes.
He seemed to be looking only at her. An engaging feeling, she found. ,,Everything is fine, Jill is outside with Trevor. Robbie is on the terrace recording and Kirby...she's asleep on the couch" he said after a short silence and walked away from the door with a click. Did he lock it? the question entered her head, but she could have imagined the click. ,,That's good...and you?" she asked and continued to look at him. Her heart seemed to have never beaten so fast as she realised how close they were.
Alone together in a room. No party, no friends, no Kirby, just her and Charlie. ,,Oh, I just wanted to check on you, I was worried, you know? You can't be too careful about the killer, can you?" he asked and slowly approached her. The question took her slightly by surprise.
Ghostface. She had been aware of him. But she as a victim. Why? Because she drew for the film club, read books and had a crush? No, she wouldn't be a victim. ,,That's true, but if he's really copying the original murders, then well, I'm not a suitable victim, I don't have a role in all this," she said, gesturing around her as if the others were here.
An amused chuckle crossed his lips as his blue eyes continued to look at her. ,,Are you sure? I mean the killer could also think of something new...something unexpected" he said and took another step towards her.
He was standing in front of her now, looking at her and not seeming to want to let her go. Her heart seemed to jump out of her chest as she looked into his eyes. ,,And what?" she dared to ask as she felt him twirl a strand of her hair between his fingers. Her heart beat even faster.
His look was amused, almost pleased with himself. As if he had accomplished something. Something important. ,,A move," she heard him say before he came closer and closer before kissing her. She felt his other hand on her hip, pulling her slightly closer. She sighed and her hands went to his torso.
He was gentle and careful she was uncertain and reluctant. It was apparently the first kiss for both of them. But it was incredible. Her heart was full of love. She had closed her eyes but noticed the small smile on his lips when he broke away. Through the light he seemed to tower over her even more.
As if his shadow enveloped and covered her. Enchanting her and keeping her close. It was a pleasant feeling, there was only the two of them. She saw the small blush on his cheeks as he carefully let a hand wander over her breast. ,,Oh man," he murmured as he squeezed gently and she couldn't help but smile.
He was completely fascinated by the new feeling and she felt herself falling for him more and more. Dare said her inner voice and she reached for his other hand and brought it to her lips before giving it a soft kiss and placing it on her other breast. ,,That's wow - I mean, am-am I hurting you?" he asked suddenly, almost startled as he seemed to sense her brief shudder.
It was true that she was as good as inexperienced in the area of intimacy. At least as far as contact with twits was concerned, but now there was no better chance. She leaned forward and gave him another gentle kiss.
Before she told him, ,,No...please go on, it feels good," even though she also felt the warmth on her cheeks. They both seemed to have to overcome their insecurity little by little. With caution and uncertainty. She felt him deepen the kiss and his hands continued to run over her body. Exploring every inch and yet with a caution. With a caution almost out of fear of hurting her or out of rejection.
She noticed how he detached himself from her and his gaze went to the guest bed. Suddenly she realised what he meant but the uncertainty she had felt was almost gone. Instead, she felt comfortable, comfortable with the thought of what it could lead to.
Nodding slightly, she took his hand and he led her to the bed. Standing in front of it, he engaged her in another kiss just as he was about to say something. ,,I-" she started before suddenly a clang and a scream could be heard from below. ,,What was that?" she immediately asked in alarm and looked at Charlie who was looking at the door.
Walking past Charlie, she wanted to look outside. ,,If it's Jill, then-" she couldn't get any further when a hand suddenly came down on hers and he gently but firmly pulled her back. ,,It's only Kirby, she must have dropped a bottle," she heard him say, but his voice seemed to have almost changed.
The tone of lightness was gone. It seemed almost commanding, controlling. He's going to keep me here, she thought, feeling her heart beat fast.
But whether out of love or slight fear, she couldn't tell. ,,Are you sure? I mean, there's a murderer on the loose here," she admitted to her concerns and she flinched in surprise when she felt his lips on her neck. He laughed lightly. ,,It's a good thing we're together," he whispered and he seemed different.
As if his nice, friendly, almost sometimes retiring manner was to some extent an act. She felt him continue to spread kisses greedily and needily on her neck. His hands ran lightly over her breasts and he traced the lace of her bra. Goosebumps spread over her body.
A pleasant feeling. As if he was hiding behind something, knowing that he knew something. That he knew something she didn't. ,,Yeah...but here," she stated a little uncertainly and gently pushed him away from her. She knew that maybe it was a one-time moment and yet something inside her told her that something was wrong.
But what? She looked at him again. His eyes seemed darker, still blue, but the good seemed to be gone. His gaze held hers as if he was proud. But proud of what? ,,Are you sure everything is alright with Kirby?" she asked, trying to read his reaction. To her surprise, he almost sighed in annoyance. As if the talking was annoying him and he wasn't nervous at all.
As if he saw it as annoying. ,,The bitch is fine!," he said suddenly, upset but full of resentment. What happened? she asked herself again as she realised that something was definitely wrong. But he immediately realised his mistake as the girl took a step back. Away from him, back away from him. Out of fear. ,,Charlie...what have you done?" she dared to ask and her hands clawed at her skirt in fear of the truth.
Defensively he raised his hands and came towards her trying to explain himself but stopped when she pointed at his shirt. ,,Is-Is...that blood?" she asked, slightly afraid when she finally noticed the small dark spot on his white shirt. Astonishment was in his eyes as he wiped his fingers over the stain.
She saw him lick the substance from his fingers and an uncomfortable shiver came over her. ,,You-you are", ,,Ghostface" he finished her sentence before a knife bored into the wall next to her head, blocking her way. A short cry escaped her lips. Fear had a grip on her, devastating fear. Fear of dying, fear of being hurt. Fear of him in a mix of attraction.
It was scary. ,,Please Charlie," she tried, but whimpered as she felt his fingers brushing against the strands of her hair again. ,,Do you know how long I have waited for this moment?" he asked and seemed to be waiting for her answer.
But he didn't get it and only an anxious shake of the head. ,,No? Well, let's say long enough to know that you're just like me," he said with a happiness that couldn't have been more inappropriate. Not when the cold steel of the knife next to her head could still mean her death. ,,I didn't kill anyone," she dared to say, wincing as he laughed and his eyes darted briefly to the knife.
As if he were weighing when he would kill her. ,,Oh no, I don't mean that... no, I mean our kind, our feelings, you know? I mean we were both just too shy to talk to each other all the time" he explained what he meant and slowly she understood. Slowly she understood him.
Slowly she realised that her crush was a crazy serial killer who had wanted her as an honourary victim all along. She had been the victim for months. ,,And now you're going to kill me?" she asked, looking back from the knife into his eyes. Again he smirked and seemed to enjoy it.
Enjoying having the confidence, enjoying having something and not just being a plaything. He let go of her hairline and his hand moved carefully, almost shyly, over the warm skin of her neck.
Before he lingered there and slowly and gently put his hand around her neck. ,,No, no I would never kill you. Not like Kirby, that fucking bitch...I just didn't want to believe it until now. And now we finally have each other" he began to whisper softly, audible only to them both.
But clearly understandable. Has he had this side all this time? she asked herself, seeming to see this side of pent-up anger, hatred, disappointment and all the emotions only rarely if ever for the first time. And it fascinated her to a small extent inside.
Fascinated and frightened her. ,,I-I...was always afraid that you would never look at me," she suddenly admitted. For fear that they would be her last words. For fear of never having confessed to him. ,,I have always seen you, my precious girl" he murmured and gave her a soft chaste kiss on her lips.
As if he was going back to his old self for a moment. ,,What did you want to say to me earlier?" the question seemed to come back to his mind. But there was a certain impulse in his eyes. As if he was afraid of getting the wrong answer. As if he was afraid that she had even played with him. Suddenly the grip around her neck became slightly stronger.
Not strong enough to cut off her air but enough to give her a warning before he picked up the knife again. ,,I-I wanted to say that I...love you," she admitted. They just looked at each other for a moment. For a moment in which he seemed to be weighing whether he could trust her.
A moment in which she decided whether she could trust him. A moment was enough before he pulled the knife out of the wall and kissed her. The metal clanked to the floor, but it was nothing. It didn't matter that he was Ghostface, it didn't matter that she was actually afraid.
It was the realisation that they loved each other that penetrated them both and made them forget their situation for a moment. ,,I love you too" she heard him say and it was the first time in the night that she felt hope next to fear. Hope that when all this was over she had a chance at love with Charlie. A chance that everything would turn out well.
Because she knew if she didn't make it out of here he would keep her for himself. Because underneath his friendly, cute, nerdy exterior, he was a hurt, scared, insecure serial killer who found redemption in her. And they both seemed to know that she could give him love.
The love to forgive him for what he had done. She was his and whether she wanted to or not he would not let her go. His sweet, dear, beautiful light of hope. No she would never leave him. He would make sure of that.
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Flamepaw: Firestar was the greatest leader and cat the Clans have ever known. I will never live up to his name :( :(
Firestar, watching from Starclan, remembering the time he smeared his own pelt in fox shit:
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feelinxpeachy · 1 year
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"So what if I die, it's not like anyone would care!"
"I would!"
"Like hell you would! You've done nothing but make my life horrible! In fact... you're the reason I can't stand myself, and why I can't live any longer! So don't you dare say you would care..."
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Kaeya and Diluc
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coffeeangelinabox · 29 days
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Febuwhump #27: Left for Dead
"Are they done?"
Whumpee hears it through a fog, a mist, a thick suffocating darkness. Whumper has never sounded so far away.
A foot presses ungently into their side. They can't scream or protest, can't even twitch.
They simply flop, so much dead meat as Henchman rolls them onto their back.
There are some more sounds, rustling, a weight dropping near to them. Then there are cruel fingers digging into the lacerations scored into their flesh, peeling away scorched skin in long ragged strips which seep and bleed anew. Finally, there is a touch so soft it would make them cry: knuckles against lips, a palm on their chest, warming.
Throughout it they float, drifting aimlessly in the cradling darkness.
"Dead, I think," Henchman says at last.
WHumper sighs. His steps click over blood spattered tile and, even through lids that they can no longer prise open, Whumpee senses that cold, incisive gaze boring down on them.
"For fuck's sake," Whumper says irritably. "I told you I wanted this one to last."
He sounds so irritated, Whumpee almost wants to instinctively reassure him, to mitigate that anger and try to avoid punishment but...
Perhaps Henchman is right. They don't feel dead, but then they don't feel much of anything else either. Perhaps death is simply the absence of pain?
How sad that they'll never see their friends and family again.
Even that thought doesn't hurt, doesn't stab and rend and wound. The blackness deepens, softens, coddles.
Whumper is still talking. "Are you sure?"
The warm palm presses against the chest harder. Whumpee remembers trying to cough tepid, metallic water from the scoured lungs beneath that palm. Now the impersonal touch means nothing. Is soothing even.
"Can't feel anything."
If they aren't dead, they soon will be. Whumper has owned them for so long, but even he can't follow them past those shores. Perhaps Mama will be waiting.
"Fine. We'll try the next one, and this time," Whumper's voice becomes silky, loaded with menace that should make Whumpee cringe and instead lulls them with its normalcy, "be gentle."
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cixel-jewel · 1 year
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update on things..
vvv CW: vent, swearing vvv
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So, November kicked by ass. I thought that it was going to be the month where I finally got my life together- but as it turns out- I got scammed~
I was applying to WFH jobs left and right to see if I can make my life easier. Plus with my current living situation- I didn't need to do anything but just log onto my computer to get the money I needed. Some guy contacted me about a position and I got "hired", only to figure out two weeks later (after giving away a tremendous amount of money) that I got scammed. Still waiting for everything back after contacting my bank. Other than that, I'm doing okay as of rn.
This obviously hit my mental health like a freight train. I felt - and still feel - extremely stupid. like fuck... i still wish i can go back in time to stop myself from even answering that first text..
There were so many signs and warnings that it was a scam, I was constantly stressed and had a gut feeling about this so called "position". but I just thought it was my anxiety getting in the way. I needed this job to save up so that i can move away from my toxic mother. Of course- shit hit the fan.
This isn't me asking for money- if I were to- I'd do it through emergency comms. I work for the money i need... so right now I'm doing okay.
I didn't mean to be gone for a whole month. it's going to take me a little bit to get back on the groove. I'm going to finish up that comic of Eugene and Azai when i get the chance. along with drawing more bellies for y'all.
love you guys.
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cupcakesmoothie · 1 year
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At first I was super upset that I couldn't actually save models on DesignDoll without paying...
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But you can add another one for free and holy shit this opens so many doors for me
LOOK AT THEM
Other things I've also made:
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?: Big tough guy? Not anymore, it seems.
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Purple Yam: Hey! I-
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?: Crying? wow you really-
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Milk: Stay away from him, jerk.
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M: Let me bring you home.
[bonus, PY with a teddy bear ^-^]
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thicc-astronaut · 2 years
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flowerbloom-arts · 6 months
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Some text post memes based on Moominpappa's Memoirs. I am the most mentally ill person about this book I think.
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blueberrypancakesworld · 11 months
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~ My Priest ~ Bo Sinclair ~
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warning : +18, minors don't interact, smut, wounds, tw rape, angst, hurt, swearing
Summary : The first night is over and there is only one goal: to find the key that will save us. But you don't stay alone and to protect yourself from you, you seek help in the arms of God. But what if you meet a priest there who is hoping for more than just a few gentle sounds from his wife?
Info : Beware dear reader this fanfiction was writen by me two years ago. So the msut might be not the best. I hope you still like it
next chapter, masterlist
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Only slowly and with an uncomfortable feeling she woke up again. Only conditionally her brain slowly remembered what had happened. She sighed, but then she realized that he could still be here. She got herself into an upright position and saw only that Eddie was no longer lying with her.
It was an almost relieving feeling not to have his murderer and rapist with her. Did he rape me? the question went through her mind. Almost fearfully, her hand slid between her thighs and found that there was no sticky substance.
But this also meant that he must have cleaned her body. But she was still naked and the dress was lying on the table with the sewing machine. But she knew that it had happened. She had slept with a murderer no a serial killer and she had enjoyed it.
It was disgusting or did she do it just to survive?. She tried to convince herself of the survival aspect but the feelings and the lust of the past night were indescribable. She felt herself shuddering but the tingling that went through her body told her otherwise.
She took the covers from her and was about to get up when the door swung open. She flinched and wrapped the blanket back around her exposed torso before pretending to sleep. But her breath was much too fast and her body was much too tense.
The steps were quick and purposeful, however, she heard something made of glass or metal being placed on the table. Something else was put down, but she couldn't make out the sound, it was too indistinct.
Then she heard footsteps approaching her. She had to suppress a wince as she felt a finger brush her cheek. ,, So pretty," she heard Eddie murmur, slowly moving away from her before the door closed.
Suddenly her eyes were open again and she looked around. Eddie had brought her breakfast on an old china tray. The growling of her stomach let her know that she needed it urgently.
Wrapping the blanket around her body, she slowly and gently stood up. However, she felt the pain on her body. Slowly and carefully not to make unnecessary noise and to pay attention to her body, she ventured forward to the table.
She sat down on the chair and held her breath as the old piece of wood creaked. But no one came and she breathed a sigh of relief. Only then did her eyes fall on the breakfast made for her by her first husband.
There were as far as she could identify the pancakes with a hard syrup. In addition, an old bread with jam that also no longer looked quite fresh.
In addition, water, which seemed to be the most durable. She felt sick at the thought of where the food came from and how old it was. But what surprised her the most was the small piece of meat which seemed completely out of place.
Since there were no animals here, it had to be something else. Human was the only thing that came to her mind. She prayed that it was not what she thought it was. So she took the cutlery and held her nose after eating one of the pancakes with the sticky syrup.
She was glad to taste almost nothing because otherwise she would have just vomited. It seemed that Eddie had made an effort, but the ingredients were disgusting. She left the piece of meat and almost threw up if she hadn't noticed the other object before. Eddie had given her a dress made of faded blue fabric that looked almost grayish.
The tailoring was quite good for the circumstances and except for the color it didn't look bad but she felt bad. She was naked and not knowing where her previous clothes were did not make it any better. Reluctantly she took the dress and went to a small cracked mirror. When she dropped the varnish, she sucked in her breath.
Her body was covered with bite marks, scratches, bruises and red spots. She quickly pulled the dress on and looked at herself for a moment. She thought it looked like a housewife from the sixties, but she tried not to think too much about it.
She wondered if she shouldn't just stay with Eddie, but in the end she didn't want to irritate him again and risk one less eye. So she stepped out of the room into the hallway, sighing and again struck by fear. It was colder in the corridor than in the rooms and the dress without sleeves did not offer much protection.
She wrapped her arms lightly around herself and began to move forward. She knew she had to find her keys to escape from here. So it would be a sneak and search mission. Carefully and still with deliberation she walked through the lower corridors.
Though the fear was still there, her inner self told her that she would not die so quickly, not as long as she satisfied certain desires. She shuddered but knew she couldn't deny that sex with Eddie was something else entirely.
They probably know that sooner or later I'll be looking for the key she thought as she continued to walk the halls. So it was only a matter of time before they hid or destroyed the key and she didn't even know where she had lost it.
Only when she heard the crackling sound coming from the wall did she stop. She knew it was the boy who had been watching her through the wall. Was he watching us have sex? she broke off her own thought and frowned slightly.
She prayed that Brahms had not seen her, which would only make things more awkward. ,, Pretty lady" she heard the childish voice coming from the wall before the man stepped out of the darkness of the wall. Despite the fact that she knew she would not die immediately, fear entered her body. Understandable. A natural reaction. But unstoppable.
She tried to keep her breathing calm so as not to give the killer in front of her enough of her fear. Her gaze went slowly and almost shakily up his body. She went right up to Brahms' chest and he had to look down to look at her. Despite her normal size, each of the killers here was superior to her in all things.
Brahms caught her scent and he seemed to be struggling to do something. She knew the case of the killer was fascinating and shocking at the same time, especially when files showed that he almost tried to build a loving relationship with his baby sitter. It was romantic and sick at the same time. His hand lifted and he lightly touched her cheek.
She suppressed the flinch and continued to look at him from behind his mask. ,, You are pretty Y/N" came the childish voice and sent a shiver down her spine. If he had really been watching her last night. His obsession with her had only increased. She had only become more desirable in his eyes.
But exactly that made her afraid. ,, Brahms, stop it. I-I will come to you!" she said with a firm almost loud voice, but the trembling of her hands spoke other volumes as well as the short stutter. To her surprise Brahms let go of her after a short hesitation and had almost something submissive about him as he retreated into the walls and his room.
He seemed to be the child again. But the question was how long would he be able to wear this mask. Until it broke and the killer came out and took her. But when she realized what she had promised him, she immediately blamed herself for her foolish choice of words.
She was glad that he was gone, but this game of dominance with the orders would be complicated, they probably both knew that.
She decided to get another picture of the building first to help her escape, which she hoped would be successful.
Her path took her to the church section of the facility. Why she did not know. She was not a believer and was always dragged to church by her parents at Christmas, but otherwise she did not have much to do with it. Although she was baptized but from the church they simply had nothing so much for it.
But she always found these buildings fascinating the architecture of the old buildings was romantic, aesthetic. Perhaps it was simply the atmosphere or the protection of a church that brought her here.
Even if she was not a follower of the church, she always found the buildings strangely reassuring. Her footsteps echoed in the large room with the broken organ and it had something from a horror movie.
Only that she was playing the lead role and it could just as well have been a porno with fetishes. Involuntarily, she smirked slightly as she walked down the aisle. She faltered when she noticed that someone was playing the organ. One of the eleven? she asked herself and looked closer.
But it didn't seem so, the man looked back at her and she saw only a black suit. ,, Hello, Father," she said hesitantly and hoped that it was the priest of the stable. But something inside her told her that it was not.
The organ playing, which was soft, died away and it seemed to take an eternity for the man to stand up. ,, What is it, my pretty?" came the amused question as he stood up and walked towards her. ,, Bo" came recognizingly over her lips and she tensed up. ,, Well, I liked father better. How about Daddy?" he smirked and leaned against the altar. ,, I wouldn't have taken you for a priest," she said, trying to deflect the conversation somehow.
But Bo, on the other hand, pushed himself off the altar and moved toward Her. Even though he was wearing a black suit, he had just as threatening an aura as Brahms or Eddie. ,, I'm not. But back then...it served me well," he said, and there was something of a reverberation in his voice.
She didn't even want to imagine what else had happened in the city under his rule and to his brothers. Goosebumps covered her body as she slowly began to walk back. I have to get out of here and I have to get out now she thought before she started to run.
But she stopped in front of the closed church door. Instead she looked into the mask of Vincent. He looked at her for a moment before disappearing into the dark hallway. ,, It's good to have a brother," came from Bo, who was still walking towards her. She shook the door and threw herself against it without success, but the wood did not give way.
When she saw Bo in the reflection of the broken glass, she whimpered and continued to run through the church. ,, Little mouse, come here," he purred and seemed to enjoy this little chase. But no matter where she tried to flee, her pursuer kept coming closer.
Only when she started to run around the pews in the church and delay the inevitable, Bo became impatient. ,, Last chance doll" he warned and offered her his hand. But she shook her head, begging him to stop. ,, Then just differently " he hissed and jumped over the bench towards her. Y/N started to flee again, but Bo was faster and caught her wrist.
With a jerk he pulled her to him and his hands laid painfully on her shoulders. ,, Got you my wife" he said with a grin and his eyes flew over her form. Y/N, on the other hand, wanted nothing more than to get away. Away from it all.
She knew what would happen, no one would save her from this. ,, Please Bo I-" she started but only whimpered as the man squeezed tighter. ,, Shh honey you don't have to say anything" the older man said spitefully before she felt his lips on hers.
He was not gentle, no, he was straightforward. He took what he wanted. And what he wanted for the moment was her. She tried to wriggle out of his grip. But when he squeezed even tighter she whimpered unintentionally. ,, You taste sweet," purred Bo, who was only a few centimeters away from her.
When she felt his tongue on her neck as he studied her. ,, Please just let me go" she tried and she felt the fearful trembling on her body. ,, Oh, you know my case, don't you? You think you know me, you know everything about me," he snapped at her, gripping her army tighter as if to emphasize his anger even more.
Y/N shook her head and she now knew that each of her killers was dangerous, all of them.
They had only a limited understanding of love and this was also clear with Bo. He let go of her shoulders before he grabbed her wrist and pulled them both to the organ. There he put her on the chair and stood behind him like a watchdog. ,, Can you play?" he whispered into her ear.
She whimpered out of fear that he would immediately attack her because she couldn't play. The only instrument she had ever played easily in her childhood was the violin, and not even very well.
Panic-stricken, she slowly shook her head and breathed, ,, N-no". Bo sighed, not quite knowing if he was doing it to scare her even more or if he was doing it to mock her. ,, What a pity, let me help you" she heard his voice and his hands slid over her arms until his hands covered hers.
Almost gently he played through her hands on the instrument a sad song which was interrupted every now and then by her sniffling. Until Bo suddenly let go of her right hand and slowly guided it to her body. She tensed up but tried desperately to concentrate on the organ.
His hand went up and down her hips before he moved up her dress to gently and then energetically massage her breasts. A sound of shock and gasp escaped her lips and she felt the redness on her ears that exposed her. ,, Naughty and in a church in front of a priest, shame on you" he admonished her and she heard the dark giggle before a tongue slid over her neck again and sucked in to give her a hickey.
His right hand slid away from her breasts up to her hair and played with it before he suddenly pulled her back and she had to look at him in the crouched position. ,, Did he take you hard?" he commented when he could see the touch from above better.
But he got no answer instead she just closed her eyes because she knew that he would not hesitate much longer. She should also be right about that. With one movement his arms enclosed her belly from behind before he lifted her from the chair and carried her to the altar. There he let her down rudely and looked at his wife
looked at his wife for a moment. Y/N stared at one of her murderers and husbands and felt like a deer in the headlights. But Bo did the same, he was the hunter who decided whether to spare his deer or not.
But Bo had made up his mind he had other plans that excluded killing and were much better than just ramming a knife into the body oh it would be so much better. His lips met hers and it seemed as if he put all his greed into the kiss for fear she might not belong to him anymore.
She felt his tongue in her mouth as he explored every centimeter only to deepen it further. The woman tried to push herself away from Bo with her hands, but she could not. She was too weak and he seemed too caught up in his lust to let her go now.
He broke away from her and she felt him bite down on her neck, pausing every now and then to look at the bruised areas with a dirty grin. ,, You are mine" he told her again and again until his hands grabbed her dress and Y/n guessed what he was going to do. But before she could protest and tell him that she was going to undress, the tearing of fabric echoed in the church compartment.
Her naked form was revealed and she covered her exposed breasts with her hands. I told you I would love to see your breasts doll" he assured her darkly and took her hands before loosening his belt and tying them under several threats so as not to be hindered further.
The only thing she could do was to glare at him, which Bo didn't care about. The man was much too focused on her body as if it was the most beautiful thing he had seen in the last weeks and years. ,,You are really pretty my wife" he murmured before she felt his tongue on her nipples.
She pressed her lips together and tried to hide the sounds that would come in the next few minutes. What she couldn't deny was that Bo seemed to be skilled at what he was doing, at least it wasn't grotty, and soon she couldn't suppress the gasping, pleading noises.
The lust overtook her and she felt her fear lessen and the desire continue to bark at her mind. She moaned as she was torn from her thoughts when she felt Bo settle between her legs. Possessed, he held her legs open and she knew that like everything he had done so far, it would leave stains.
But for a moment she didn't care, for a fraction of a moment she liked being macked. But she couldn't think any further as she felt the tingling in her belly increase and she came closer to her orgasm. But all at once it subsided and confused she opened her eyes closed with pleasure.
Bo looked at her with a knowing look before he bit her in the thigh and drove his tongue over the sore wound. ,, Not so fast, sweetie," he said in response to his intention, but got nothing more than a look veiled with lust. She dully heard Bo unzipping his pants before she roughly felt his hands on her hips. She moaned and her eyes rolled back in satisfaction at the sensation.
But his thrusts were just as Eddie's were uncontrolled and just chasing lust and desire as she realized. However, this was only better it was a new experience and she had completely forgotten about the thought of completely forgotten.
She had laid her head on the altar and closed her eyes and although Bo allowed it, she did not imagine any other man more pleasant. She didn't know why at this point, but it was all the same.
She felt his quick breaths on her ear and his kisses that stretched over her breasts to her neck. His tongue was eroding her skin while he continued to fuck her at a fast pace.
He as both her abdomen contracted she hears the cursing of Bo. ,, So good for me sweetie" she heard him say breathlessly and increase his pace. It took only a few more uncontrolled thrusts before she came herself and he came inside her. ,, So fucking good" came the exhausted Bo who pulled out of her to clean himself with her dress. Her half open eyes were heavy and she knew she would like nothing more than a bed.
But instead she was still lying on the stone altar in a staring contest with Bo. His dark eyes, still veiled with lust, ran over her wet form and a quick grin came to his lips. ,, We didn't get to try out the mirror, darling," he commented, giving a mock-sad sigh.
His gaze, however, went past her to the entrance door and he seemed to change. But Y/N was too exhausted to turn around and see who was standing at the door. ,,Fuck it" she heard him mutter and was about to ask what was going on when she saw Bo grab her head and with a final ,,Don't take it personally" slam it down on the altar.
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Emma: Do you think ants get songs stuck in their head
Kanata: It's 3am go the fuck to sleep
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san-shui · 2 years
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Prom? No or No?
HAPPY PRIDE MONTH! Now have some angst lol
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Summary: It’s senior year of high school, and even though they’ve gone their separate ways, Sasha’s love for Anne hasn’t wavered. Prom’s coming up, and Sasha decides it’s the perfect time to reconnect with Anne, but it doesn’t go how she wished.
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canvas-madness-txc · 2 years
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My contribution💫
TW: SWEARING
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starisinsane · 1 year
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just some casual ragging on episode 30 of avm
Shorthands for names:
Orchid: Pink stick figure, one of Purple's parents.
Regular (Regina) Blue: Blue stick, the other parent.
King Orange/King/Mango/Mango Tango/MT: King Orange.
Sec/Second: The Second Coming
CS/RGYB: Color Squad (Red, Blue, Green, Yellow.)
And that's it! Enjoy my rambling.
First of all, that scene at the end with Purple seeing King as Reg: The only logical explanation that doesn't completely invalidate the previous episode would be for Purple to be seeing two people who used and abused him running towards him, and his only instinct is 'get up, get up and fight, be good enough for them, be good enough' so he does the only thing he's been taught to do: get back up. Otherwise, the scene doesn't make sense. Plus, Purple would have ran towards Mango to hug him if he'd seen this as not a threat.
The episode really made me almost cry while watching it, but afterwards I got thinking. Does it really make sense? Why did King have to get this whole-ass sad backstory to explain his motivations? Well, because otherwise, he's just evil because he can be. Then Sec and the CS would have to eliminate King altogether. And I don't think that would be a satisfying ending either. It just wouldn't work with the rest of the series. King has to have a way to be redeemed, and although I love the idea of a parent-child dynamic between King and Purple, it needed more time to build. Purple can't just trust King after being used by him and after meeting him only about a day ago. A better (but still very flawed) ending would be for Purple to go with CS and in the next episodes, Purple and King could build trust. King could eventually start temporarily living on the PC with the Color Crew (CS + Sec) and then Purple and King could start falling into a parent-child dynamic.
I also felt like the episode was really rushed. It just wasn't cohesive enough and everything went entirely too fast.
But can we just talk about how much of an absolute CHAD Red is??? Like, OMG, the guy gets himself possessed again, ON PURPOSE MIGHT I ADD, and then he faints, and then just like--gets right back up?? How???
And that just about wraps it up! :)
Another ramble finished. :D
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