#oh btw that coat is so sick and twisted. its not even a coat i had to come up with shit for it to work

[feketeribizli]

me and my old men nothing new under the sun

#genshin impact #genshin #zhongli #baizhu #zhongzhu #I MISSED THEM!!!!!!! #baizhu day tomorrow 🥰🥰🥰 his day only no french bitch in sight #gonna post a timelapse of this on tiktok. if anyones interested #oh btw that coat is so sick and twisted. its not even a coat i had to come up with shit for it to work #my art

[capri-ramblings]

This was a short I made for Riddle's Birthday on 24th August,but my internet was cut before I could even post it, so yes I'm kinda upset I wasn't on time for my precious Red Eclipse, but here, Happy Belated Birthday Riddle! 💖 (I'm turning this into a short series btw aha so look forward to that okie 👉🏻👈🏻)

"Why the long look,dear?" Riddle asked as he poured you another cup of tea. The grey of his eyes glistening like hooks set out in the sun,ready to clamp onto the skin of a sorry, unfortunate fish and pulling it out from the safety of its depths.

Cruel.

"Nothing." You say, slight and chipped but with your gaze lowered to your plate and lips taut.

Scaredy Cat.

Riddle lets out a hum, low and quiet as he sears his gaze into your entire being. The way the locks of his fiery hair seem to remind you of embers cackling at your demise makes you want to squirm.

"Nothing?" He repeats. The tips of his fingers tapping impatiently on the table. Thud. Thud. Thudding, like a dreaded symphony.

You bit your lip. Brows furrowing.

"You say that, my dear, but you see" You hear the rustling of his clothes before he actually comes to touch you. His hand gripping onto your jaw, ruthlessly as he forces you closer to him.

"I'm neither blind nor deaf and I say you're a liar who hides behind a pretty,little face. Hoping I'll forgive your indecency because my heart swells for you."

His words are harsh. A resounding, bitterness echoing in the crooks of every word he spits at you. You flinch,of course. The way he seems to find a way into your skin makes it harder to not give him a reaction. Because he makes you burn, doesn't he? He makes you want to tear off the skirt he forces you to wear and tell him you were not a maiden he could twist into his own sick fantasy.

But your knees quake before him. Your legs tremble.

Your mouth waters.

"Oh,yes, Your Highness. I am. And you're nothing but a child who cries at every little thing that displeases him. A brat who needs the consolation of a toy to feel better about the patch in his heart."

Riddle's eyes flare at this, just as your tongue feels the deep satisfaction of lacerating his pride.

This is all but a game, wasn't it?

He takes you apart and you lash out at his wounds.

"How dare you? " He hisses,hot breath grazing your skin as his hand comes down to your throat, clenching it with a grip so tight, you felt like sputtering out blood.

Oh,what a scene that would be indeed. To see Riddle coated in a shade of red other than his own.

Your stomach flutters at the thought of it.

"Oh,but I do dare" You coo, despite the breathlessness scratching at the walls of your throat.

"I do, Your Highness."

Because in the end, this was a part of his play wasn't it? A sort of waltz he's longed to have his whole life, and the only person who could match to his steps were you. Only you.

"I'll keep you entertained for as long as you wish,My Queen."

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst wonderland #twisted wonderland scenarios #twisted wonderland fanfic #twst wonderland yandere #male yandere #riddle rosehearts #twst riddle x reader #twst riddle #yandere riddle #twst yandere riddle #yandere riddle rosehearts x reader #happy birthday riddle

[kelly-fasel]

Getting hurt, (Alfie Solomons)

Being the company nurse you had gotten to know lots of the workers pretty well, down to the names of their kids.. But since the Shelby's put in men it had gotten more hectic. New faces, lots of fights.. Due to that you hadnt really gotten time to know the new men.. The men wanted to know you though, catcalling and flirting..The elder workers cut that all down but then it started again with faking injuries.. When a few started to grope you, you decided it had been enough.

knocking on Alfies door you waited for a anserw

''Yeah?!Come on''

Stepping in you saw alfie sit there..His glasses on his nose as he was looking through some papers..

''Alfie. Would you talk to the new Shelby boys..I'm not comfortable around them. they grope and call me vulgair names.. Make up being sick.. I don't want you to hurt them..just speak to them or I will start looking for someone who wants to take my place here.'' You were suprised at how strong you came over.. you tend to get emotional alot lately..

''They fuckin what? who they think they fuckin with ey? Fuckin cunt.. Love go back to your place. Take the rest of the day off. I'll sort this'' He took of his glasses and got up, a slow grunt coming from his throat

''Call me Afterwards okay Alfie.. '' He nodded and walked me out..

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Pacing  back and forth in the livingroom waiting for Alfies call you got interrupted by a knock at the door..

''Alfie you were supposed to call..'' You said stepping over.. opening up you realised who were standing infront of you.. trying to close the door it was pushed open..

(I'm not going to describe the things that happend because I'm not great at that yet..Working on it!! same with Smut! So the men barged in.. and kicked the hell out of her.. her brothers were out of town to their grandmother so she was alone. after beating her up badly they wanted more. she remembered her brothers service guns. able to reach one she shot one of the guys.. they fled. She passed out

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the sound of a ringing phone awoke you the first time.. you could feel pain.. everywhere.. is was coursin through your body.. Crawling towards the table you tried reaching.. but the weakness wouldnt allow it..getting not more then a mere inch from the ground.. darkness took over..

The second time you were awakened by banging on the door.. eventually the floor shook as a wave of wind hit your face.. followed by a loud bang.. Then hands touching and lifting your body. you could feel panic and then nothing. Blackness took over..

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The third time you awoke you were feeling less pain..just freezing cold..where the hell were you?.. Hell? trying to open your eyes it felt like glue had shut them..you could see the red of your eyelids.. meaning you were in the sun.. after a little while of trying to move you managed to open your eyelids.. the sun was indeed there and burning in your eyes..groaning as reflex you turned your head.. seeing a sleeping figure in the chair next to you.. Alfie..

''Alf..'' You managed to mutter.. struggling to speak hard enough

Luckily he awoke straight away..

''Queenie.. you're awake...'' He spoke getting of the chair and on his knees..

''Alf..Sun..'' You managed to mutter, the cold really getting to you

''Oh fuckin hell right.'' He got up and strutted to the curtains, closing them enough for the sun to not be a bother.

strutting back over he got on his knees again. ''How do you feel?''

you could made a slight motion for him to grab your hand.. the extreme warmth of his hand against your freezing one was euphoric..

''You're still cold..fuckin hell.. you're under six blankets..I told them to heat up the room..'' He was visibly upset. Letting go he walked to the door and closed it, closing the blinds he came back.. Unbuttoning his shirt.. leaving him in his undershirt and pants. he kicked of his boots and leaned over

''No buts.'' He gently moved me to the side before climbin in bed himself.

''Alf.. No..'' You started.. your voice weak.

''I'm not letting you freeze.. '' He spoke wrapping his arms around your body..

It was then you noticed the Tattoos..

''I was a bit of a wild one..'' He interrupted watching me stare..

''Still..'' You muttered shivering as you felt his heat slowly spread..

''Sleep''

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about a week later I was good to go home. I hadnt informed my brothers. I probably wouldnt either.. Alfie and you were seated in his car, being driven by his driver you ended up at one of the bigger flats, just down the street of the Bakery..

''Alfie..You live here?''

''Yeah Pet.''

''And you walk me home..''

''I do.''

''My flat is on the other side of town.. a halfhour from here''

''it is.''

''You're a softie.''

''I happen to be fond of you. when I'm not around. this happens.. you attract trouble.'' He mocked stepping out with a grunt.. strutting to my side he opened the door and helped me out

''Are we going to the bakery or..''

''No. You'll be staying with me yeah. Doctors orders. right. Come on then.'' he said as he started to walk grabbing his keys

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it had been a few nights and It was strange living with Alfie... He was a perfect gentlemen.. he wasnt the most clean person..nothing disgusting just sloppy. he had a maid once every week. He could bake bread.. which was kind of ironic....He had a book collection that you could only dream off..and he was quite pleasurable to be with, talk with at night.  Since he was away half the day. everyday. having Ollie check in every hour. calling at his lunchbreaks.

Cuddled up in the windowseat with Cyril you were healing very well. being very sore but not pained. You had Ollie run to the market and shop for you.. You made some of the dishes in a old recipe book you found..

When he came home that evening, early.. he hung up his hat, his coat and his cane.

''Francis. Whats.. It's tha. fuckin ell.'' He said entering the kitchen ''My favorite.''

You smiled walking over ''I thought.. as a thank you... I mean I should be going home soon. I have more then overstayed my welcome''

''Poppy. the lot of it. You will stay right ere. where I can keep an eye on you ey. Right. Besides I oughta enjoy the singing you do in bath.''

''Can I go to work?.. Your apartment is really great..but.. I think its time for me to be productive.''

''Yeah well.. the lads have been asking about you. Having informed them a full scale brawl append. yeah. you do have em all round your pretty little finger.''

''I hadnt noticed. you know being kind and caring inspires loyalty too,'' You spoke teasing as you put a plate down infront of him, putting your own plate opposite of him, taking a seat

''Yeah well. Money is a good insurance.  Ey Pet. My Sciatica is bad today. I'm sure I twisted something with carrying barrels.''

''I'll rub give you a rub later. Don't make a joke.'' You warned as you started to eat..

The rest of the dinner you two had light conversation about your days.. you yourself didnt really like some of the dishes.. so you sneaked them to Cyril when Alfie wouldnt look.

After dinner you did the dishes, Alfie did some of the paperwork for that day.

After all that you gave him a massage.

Which is now..

''You're really tensed.''  You said applying pressure on your rubs, with slight difficulty because of your tired and painfull muscles

''Yeah well with a good reason right Sweetheart.'' He spoke in a low grunt

With a smile you went on ''Alf. Your tattoos. Theres alot of them.. Do they have meaning?''

Alfie raised his hand to show a tattoo of a crown.. ''That one I earned, It's russian..Represents criminal boss, Authority.''

''Wow..And the others..''

''Those I deserved over the years.. Do you like tattoos?''

''I do..Theyre intruiging..''

''Let me tell you about them.''

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What did you guys think of Alfies death?I'm so heartbroken.. Fuckin Tommy een left Cyril to fend for himself.. How would you take revenge? Who do you hope revenges Alfie? Doesnt have to be canon or anything.. I'd love to read fantasy ideas !! <3 Btw I have written a revenge chapter. should I upload? It's a bit..raw but yeah

#alfie solomons imagine #alfiesolomons #rip alfie #peaky blinder imagine #peaky blinders

[askmyboys]

Samael Galloway and Phobos Bates

Name: Samael Galloway | Nicknames: Sam/Gallows | Gender: Male | Age: Unknown | Species/Race: Human??? I mean- he sure don't act like one lmao | Height: 7'3" | Occupation: Mortician/Undertaker (whatever ya wanna call that) | Hair Color: Dark Brown (his hairstyle isn't very prominent, his hair is just thin and long and covers his eyes most of the time) | Eye Color: Dull Gray | Appearance: He wears a long black leather trench coat with a simple black shirt underneath it, he also has a long gray tie he wears along with the outfit as well, and of course he wears some black pants- (no, he doesn't wear all black just bc he's a mortician- he legit just likes the color more so than anything else), he wears a black homburg hat, he also of course wears black combat boots, annd he's got black leather gloves he wears as well (not fingerless), and to get this outta the way- he's got a circle beard- he doesn't... actually ever wear anything else much, that's his main attire like constantly- | Personality: woo boy here comes the hardest thing to explain... I will say he's cold and the epitome of evil essentially- to every one of the townsfolk and well- every being that's come in contact with him will say that, he isn't one to be messed with, he doesn't like people at all in the slightest and will only tolerate them for business purposes, he IS a mortician/undertaker after all, there's only one person he seems to not mind in the slightest- and that would be the Pallbearer that he works with, he is the only one Samael lets stay around, when he desires he can be pretty sick, twisted, and definitely cruel- He despises how many people try to snoop and spy on him to see what he's up to, he definitely believes the whole "curiosity killed the cat saying" and takes it v e r y literally, he isn't a talker- he's silent 99% of the time but when he needs too he WILL speak (tl;dr: Cold/Epitome of evil to most people but I mean what can they REALLY do, they have no actual proof he does evil things, he's also the only mortician/undertaker around so yeaahhh, he isn't one to be messed with tho- and their not wrong, will tolerate people but only for business purposes and nothing more, he doesn't seem to like anyone but the Pallbearer he works with and he can and will tolerate, when desired he can be sick/twisted/cruel, he h a t e s people trying to spy on his work or what he's doing when no one's around, takes curiosity killed the cat p literally in a way, doesn't speak 99% of the time but can if he needs, has absolutely killed a few people himself, DEFINITELY buried people alive before, he seems to enjoy the death and the sounds of grief as edgy as that sounds its true) | Side Facts: god- he's gonna sound so edgy but he's supposed to be this scary, creepy, disturbing dude- so anyways, he also enjoys building caskets- its actually fun to him to build these and to know he's either going to put someone who's dead or alive in here, something about that is... Satisfying to him, oh he also sleeps in a casket he built personally for himself- the inside is a dull gray cushion-y like material, meanwhile the outside has a rustic wood texture and it looks pretty scratched and beat up actually (its also a very dark brown/umber-like color), he also usually hangs around his little Cemetery in his spare time, going around and looking at the graves and the souls he's put to rest there essentially, he doesn't actually do much in his spare time really- he doesn't even go out into the town much himself unless the pallbearer is accompanying him even then, sometimes if its simple enough- he'll legit just send the other to go get the stuff he needs. and btw- while I'm at it- here's the fuckin Pallbearer's desc | Name: Phobos Bates | Gender: Male | Age: Unknown | Height: 5'2" | Occupation: Pallbearer | Species/Race: Human? He also doesnt fucking act like a human | Hair Color: Pitch Black with gray on the sides (slicked back hair) | Eye Color: Lava Gray | Appearance: Phobos usually wears a black suit with a white vest and underneath- oh and he's got a matching tie to go with his outfit, matching black pants and some rather fancy looking shoes to match as well, he mostly just has suits for his attire, all dark colors (he knows Samael cant stand bright colors or anything really colorful in general, so he keeps his outfits white, gray, and black), even the clothes he sleeps in is nothing special- just dark colored pajamas n such, and again to get the simple part out of the way- he's also got a circle beard as well, he's got no scars but he does have very dark circles under his eyes n such. | Personality: Has high respect for his mortician and is very loyal and honest to him, I wouldn't say its out of fear at all, he just legit holds high respect for this being... He's seen the pure evil, hatred, and all other dark things in this being's eyes, he's not even sure Samael is human himself, it wouldn't surprise him if he wasn't, truth be told, if Phobos REALLY wants he can definitely be just as dark as Sam can be, just as evil, he isn't afraid to do any dirty work either, while he knows not to step out of line and will usually let Samael do stuff unless given specific command to do so himself, he's like a lackey in a FEW ways, he's always the one to tell Sam that "there's someone who has gotten a l i t t l e too curious about us..." he knows that if Samael REALLY wanted, he could easily be disposed of by this being, he isn't got the strength or anything to stop him, but honestly... He probably wouldn't even try to anyways- he is THAT loyal and dedicated to this being (tl;dr: has high respect, loyalty and honesty towards his mortician, its not out of fear either, he's seen the pure evil, hatred and god knows what else just by looking into Samael's eyes which he doesn't see very often due to the other's hair usually covering his entire face p much, he CAN and WILL be just as dark as the mortician can be and isn't afraid to do any dirty work either, he just doesn't want to step out of line and usually lets Samael handle things unless given a specific command, he's sorta like a lackey, knows if Samael desired he'd be killed in a heartbeat but he wouldn't fight back or try to stop him solely out of loyalty and dedication, the one to alert Samael to intruders essentially, he does have some degree of control around the place I mean he IS the pallbearer and he WILL do his duties as well) | Side Facts: Like a Pallbearer typically will, he rolls the caskets out when necessary n all that, im too lazy to type up all what a pallbearer does rn but you get it im sure- anyways, Samael actually built him a casket as well which at first... he won't ever deny, it DID unnerve him but it turns out, Samael told him its a bed, and then showed him the inside which was pearl white cushion-y material, much like his own except for the inside color and outside color (outside color is black), Phobos of course did feel honored that Samael would even do such a thing for him ((listen, ok- I know he only tolerates Phobos but he's not going to let his Pallbearer fucking sleep on the ground or some shit)), they practically live in their little funeral parlor or whatever you wanna call it and the graveyards, like Samael- he does also actually hate people who snoop around, he just wants these pesky people to leave him and his mortician alone, he knows how mad Samael gets at them and he really can't blame them, after all- nobody likes a person sneaking around their property... Phobos is, again, he is usually the one doing the talking both for business and if he lures someone to Samael himself n all that jazz, he's also the one who mainly goes out into town to get supplies or things they both may need, he has only heard Sam speak a few times, maybe even only once or twice in his life and every time he hears that voice, even HE can't help but shudder, its so... unnatural sounding for a human voice, so deep and even raspy at times...

#new ocs #my ocs #samael galloway #phobos bates