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togusso · 2 months
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Sketch redraw of this thing I tried to draw last year
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m1n4h · 28 days
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Ok umm
Day 1: touch, scars
Ghost of your (boy)friend you killed while being mind controlled is touching your shoulder from behind you.
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Dead man's touch
Kinda? I chose "touch" for word prompt, though idk if it also can fit word "scars", since his limbs on his ghost being half torn off (hinting at how he died), look like scars. At least as i look at it...
Alternative version under the cut
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@ggyweek2024
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awholeclxwn · 7 months
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i like this silly guy very much
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weirdhasanxiety · 4 months
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TW: tf2 medic & his inescapable (slight) gore
HEY I DREW PRUSSIA AS TF2 MEDIC A WHILE BACK AND I FORGOR TO POST :D
(Rationale: the Teutons also called themselves the Hospital of St. Mary of the German House in Jerusalem, and I hc Prussia as having done medical work for at least some time then)
Russia’s heavy
that is all.
(I probably got Russia’s features very wrong and I apologise for that; I struggle with faces a lot and I referenced the expression off Heavy’s from the screenshot and… yeah. You can also see this phenomenon in Prussia’s jaw. )
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skylessnights · 6 months
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THE BEAR — Hannibal AU
Carmen Berzatto, a brilliant young chef from the fine-dining world and secretly a cannibalistic serial killer, is forced to return home after the sudden death of his former boss leaves a web of suspicion surrounding his name. His presence in Chicago soon takes a turn for the better when he meets Sydney Adamu, the new sous chef at The Original Beef and also a killer with the same tendencies. Together they work to create the perfect menu for their new restaurant, one that is as deadly and twisted as their own tastes.
➸ Based on this gifset, this fan edit and this poem
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mist--walker · 2 months
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For anyone who'd seen it/doesn't mind spoilers, here is Femme (2023) fanfic for your reading pleasure. This movie took over my life, mine's an Avatar blog ffs but here I am anyway 🥹
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hehedraws · 7 months
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bittersweet
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squidiottt · 12 days
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i was trying out these markers and this looks to good not to post fhdjdkm
also tw: slight blood and gore under cut
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also i stole the pose for the first image from the cover image of this
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withered--s0uls · 9 months
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PART [1/2]
Part two
A patient lost control and led to numerous casualties in White-Sand-Street Asylum. Fortunately, such patient didn'ttry to escape. [...]"
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This took me 6 fucking hours and idek how I feel about the finished piece- oh well here you go
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IDV Lore incoming (possible mentions of all prior CW experiments & other Robbie Deductions)
Okay but I genuinely adore Dolores as a character so much, she and Robbie deserved so much better. They were so happy with their parents and then lost them so suddenly, Robbie not even being aware they are dead. His second deduction implies Dolores arm was removed by force, I wonder if it's connected to their parents death? Then the following months she did everything to protect Robbie as he's all she has left and she cares about her little brother; throwing out the meds used on him (and if shes unable to, taking them herself), repeatedly asking to share a room so he won't hurt himself climbing around the building, not telling him whatever happened to their parents... and then the night of his death she wasn't there to protect him. She was taken away to a room, implied to be under the influence of the amnesia "meds" we find in-game (not recognizing Robbie at the time), he wants to check on her because he hears his older sister screaming but the window frame is too broken and next thing she knows her little angel is gone. "Since they've lost their humanity and the asylum is basically hell, I may as well bury everything here!" I'm convinced she's the one who attacked staff & possibly other patients, as a way to make WSS pay for especially Robbies but also other patients/children's deaths...
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rainewriter3 · 3 months
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//Slight Gore//
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ennard when he when scooped michael
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owlish-owlhouse · 2 years
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Yandere Philip Wittebane
@the-enchanted-archivist is making me have Vampire Philip/Belos thoughts, also 15+ content please be advised
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Whether you're a platonic love interest or romantic love interest Philip has put a lot of thought into your transformation and whether he finds it worth it or not. Several nights were spent pacing outside your room listening to your heartbeat as he pondered your humanity. He weighed the pros and cons of having you remain human or changing you heavily but the fear of losing you ultimately led him to his final decision.
A transformation was very painful and he often felt sore in the neck from when he was bit and there was always the risk of something going wrong. He doesn't want a mindless thrall or another slave, he wants you by his side for eternity where you can be happy with one another. He knows what he must do and he prays to whatever God is out there that you won't be damned for his sins.
Romantic
He doesn't talk to you about his plan. He fears your rejection of the idea and having to fight you as you beg him not to do it. Philip despite everything is still very weak for you and while he has the resolve to turn you despite your protests he doesn't want any complications while turning you. He is well aware how selfish this is but once he bites you, you will be forever connected and will never leave him.
Belos wants to feel your warmth one more time before he turns you. He knows it's what he will miss most about your humanity though there is a long list. As he holds you to his chest your eyes are wide and full of fear having just woken up. Your heart is pumping at an alarming rate and any other night he'd do everything in his power to calm you down. He instead cradles the back of your head kissing the crown of your hair before he nuzzles into the front of your neck taking in your last moments as a creature of flesh and blood.
He kisses your neck very softly, lips cold against a living pulse. The moan you let out is music to his ears and he hums making sure to remember that spot before he bites down. Your pain filled cry makes him upset but he closes his eyes and continues to drink injecting you with his venom as he does. He'll comfort you in a moment he promises, please just hang on.
The second he knows your turning he immediatley stops drinking. Licking his lips and your neck clean of blood he pulls away to observe you. Your eyes are very dilated and you're breathing heavily. You look at him confused before you begin to shake and he hums softly stroking your face with his hand before he holds you close. The shaking increases as you begin to thrash and scream the venom now coursing through your veins changing you into a creature like him.
Philip quietly hums to ease his own nerves and fears as you begin to turn. He pets your hair to soothe you as best he can and is quiet as you cry out in pain. He knows you'll be sore when this is over and very thristy. He has everything prepared for you to have an easy transformation and wants to make this as painless and quick as possible. Perhaps more for his sake than yours.
He knows it's done when you lean against him stock still. You continue to breathe, heaving in air despite no longer needing it and he can no longer feel your heart beat. Your also cold in his arms.
"Philip..." It's a quiet needy whisper and he hugs you closer, his face once again in your neck. His long and undone hair tickling your face as he nuzzles you close.
"I know my love... I know."
He's quick to pull away and unbutton his shirt, moving it down to expose his shoulder. He adjusts you in his lap and while you're still very groggy from having been woken up and after the strain of your transformation he urges you to drink. You NEED to drink.
The second he feels your fangs in his neck it's bliss. This will bind you together forever but also to be your first blood. For you to be the first to take from him. It fills him with an odd euphoria, a sick sense of satisfaction.
When you have your fill his lips kiss yours mixing the taste of his blood with yours. Laying you down and cuddling close you need to rest now but you have eternity to be together and he still remembers the spot that made you moan. He smiles as you cuddle closer in your sleep promising he will love and protect you for the rest of your immortal lives.
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Platonic
He's become very attached to you, something no one in the Boiling Isles has done before. Whether he sees you as a friend or his child is up to debate but he feels a strange overprotectiveness of you that he can't explain. A friendship blooms between the two of you and these feelings deepen as time goes on. He comes to look forward to your company and even messes with your schedule so you can have more time together. He finds himself giving you special privileges and can't help but indulge your every whim.
One day Philip begins to see you age as you work with him and the Emperor's Coven. He has a hard realization that one day he'll blink and you'll be gone. It sends him into a panic and the only thing that calms him is the idea of keeping you by his side, of always being there to protect and care for you. He can only hope you'll someday forgive him...
After a private dinner with your favorite food and desert Philip takes your hand in his. You smile at him before giving him a strange look as he presses it to his forehead murmuring a prayer to you despite how it burns his tongue. Whispering how sorry he is but this is the only way before he suddenly yanks you forward and bites into your wrist. The bite is unexpected and the venom is like fire through your veins. Crying at the pain the screams you let out as you struggle against him pain him, truly they do. But he can't stop. He's sorry but he can't stop.
You are a thrashing screeching mess and while he usually enjoys this part of his meal hearing these sounds from you breaks him. He tries to inject the venom as quickly as possible and the second he knows it's taken he pulls away and quickly hushes you. His hands push back your hair as he tries to soothe you and your pain.
You're pulled against his chest and he wraps the coat he's wearing around you as you begin to scream and sob. He kisses your forehead and just shushes you softly as he hugs you. His shirt becomes wet with your tears and he closes his eyes clinging to you like a life line. This will all be worth it.
When you finally stop struggling and go limp against him Philip fears the worst until he hears you panting softly. Your heart has stopped and he realizes he will no longer be able to use that as a way of tracking where you are in the castle. He chuckles at the absurdity of the thought before he squeezes you close.
Biting his wrist slitting it open for you, your eyes dilate staring at the blood. Philip urges you to drink and while you hesitate for a moment you do eventually give in to your new urges and insatiable blood lust. He lets you take as much as you want without complaining about the pain or how he feels weak from letting you take so much. His free hand strokes your cheek and you close your eyes and lean into the soft touch.
Philip is so gentle with you after you've had your fill. He lays down pulling you with him and as you whine wanting to get away he keeps a firm but gentle hold on you. He adjusts his jacket to be like a blanket and his scent surrounding you calms you down as you cuddle into his chest. As one arm keeps you close the other rests on the back of your head. His hand going through your hair as he eases you sleep. Staring at the wall he tucks you under his chin still paltinh with your hair. He's going to take care of you through your transformation. He promises. But first you need to rest.
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yanderesmythos · 2 years
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🗡Yandere!Achilles (General) Headcanons🤺:
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Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy relationships, murder, desecration of the dead, captivity, implied Stockholm Syndrome, implied manipulation, implied adultery, angst, Eris and Aphrodite being drama queens, forced isolation, Time period sexism, mentions of forced marriage, Violence, slight gore.
You were born at Dodona, Epirus. To a bloodline of obscure priests and priestesses, that used to attend to Mother Goddess then later to Zeus. Apart from the oracle that lives here, there wasn’t anything that distinguishes it from the other different states. One would argue, that Delphi is much more significant than your mundane city.
Yet, it was the oddity of your birth that attracted the other city-states to your city. You were said to be born with the ability to cure even the deadliest of diseases, including the prolific tularemia. Some would even say death itself.
Rumors like these tend to spread like wild fire. Especially, that your mother may have went behind your father’s back with Apollo- as he was the patron of medicine- to birth you. Which infuriated your father so much, that he murdered your mother in blind rage. You recalled that night, as you took care of your “supposed” dead mother. One simple touch from your fingertips, has awoken her from her deep slumber startling your father. As for father, he ran away with his tails between his legs to gods know where.
From that incident, the head priestesses has delegated you as the head healer of Dodona. Despite being a young woman, your reputation has soared all over Greece for your innate gift. Those who mocked Dodona started visiting it for your services and may-haps a glimpse of your face.
Fortunately, you hid your face behind a carefully constructed bronze mask to protect your anonymity. You did not want to sacrifice your freedom for a man’s whim and you’re yet of age. It was the beauty of Helen and the greed of a man that locked her in an unwanted marriage. Marriage is nothing, but fine breeding. It is often propagated as love, to lure naïve people into its trap.
At the behest of King Peleus, you were invited to his matrimony with Thetis. After dressing appropriately for the event. Euphro -the head priestess- instructed that you are to be escorted by Philogus, alongside his family, to Phthia.
The journey to Phthia was awkward, until a young dark haired boy greeted you with a smile tearing his visage. It made you slightly anxious, perhaps due to your solitary life. Aside from your duties, you knew nothing of the outside world. As a result, skepticism was the norm for you considering your societal value.
“Greetings, (Y/n) the great healer of Dodona. My name is Telephos. It is a great honor to finally meet you. I was wondering, would you like to be friends? I’ve never seen you with anyone and it doesn’t make sense for me that a person with such prestige lacks companions. So, what would you say?” The boisterous, yet innocent boy extending his tiny hands for you to grab. He was shaking in his boots to meet you. You were a celebrity, that he held in high regards and wishes to follow your footsteps into becoming a physician.
Despite the intricate owl mask you were currently donning, you filled him with a sense of safety. Yet, he felt a bit sympathetic and sorrow for you especially after recent events that happened to you. Perhaps, he was being inconsiderate for prying into your personal space. After all, you needed the space to recover from the recent trauma. Before he could retract his hand, you grabbed it and shook it. With a voice as gentle as the northern wind, you replied.
”I’ll gladly be your friend. I never had any and I wish to know what it is like to have one.” That alone made the day for the boy. He is your first and only friend. He selfishly hoped it stayed that way, but due to the nature of your duties he doubts it will stay like this. So long as you are happy, then he is.
With that, you and he bonded together. Sharing ideals, dreams, and hopes for the future. You were similar, yet different and complementary to each other. Where he lacked precision, you taught him the value of patience and persistency. Where you lacked in social experience, he taught you -despite the ongoing political strife of Greece- the value of friendship or in his own words “Philoi”.
From afar, Philogus was watching his son interacting with the head healer and it melted his heart at sight. Perhaps, he could be the father that she lacked. His thoughts were halted, as the ship landed on the harbour.
The guards were kind enough to guide you through the King’s palace. It was larger then you thought, yet it was the inside that stunned you. There were many people invited from different backgrounds. Nymphs, gods, goddesses, mortals, and plenty more as this was expected from this grand event.
Your doe-like eyes ventured to meet the eyes of sunlight god. You immediately pivoted your irises, as your boiling anger rises with every glimpse at the god who ruined the matrimony of your parents. However, a familiar honey beige hand clasped your hands in his to calm your ire from resurfacing. With one look toward his bright emerald eyes, you understood what he wants to convey. ‘Don’t let your past strife, open a new gate to another strife far worse than the one before.’
Prior to the arrival of the King and his bride, you continued to talk with Telephos a few more before you were snatched by Philogus to be introduced to the gods and other royalties. You were fearing the worst, as you slowly kowtow before the gods and introduced yourself.
“My, my. What an eloquent lady you are, (Y/n)? I’ve been dying to meet you. After all you’ve been the talk of Greece lately, apart from this wedding. Tell me, do you have someone in your mind?” The divine goddess of all that is beautiful and lovely asked as her golden hues were burning on your figure.
“No, my fair goddess. I’m fairly young for love and the joy it brings. In addition, I’ve a sworn duty toward my people.” Choosing your words with utter care, as not to anger the goddess. That was the last thing you have in mind, if you wish to survive.
“Hmm, seems reasonable. Perhaps, when you’re older then. It’s such shame to let a girl such as you without a fitting spouse, don’t you say? It seems Athena has taught you wisely, or was it Artemis? Or was it our dear, Apollo? Please, do tell.” Aphrodite remarked jabbing the patron of medicine in her drawled spiel. As much as that name brought a foul taste, you remained stoic and respectful to her.
“Dear Aphrodite, no need to drag the little mortal into your shenanigans. You know how it usually ends. We do not wish for that to happen to the little sunlight here, or else father might intervene.” The blonde deity responded back not bothering to hide his spite.
The atmosphere was tense with the bickering of the two deities, so you left to greet the other guests. Unaware of the hidden eyes of a certain goddess, that lurked around the shadows to observe you and waiting for the right moment to ensure that her plans will go as she wishes.
It was about time, when the two main people have arrived. In the middle of their wedding vows, the bronze gates were open suddenly to reveal the winged deity of discord. Eris. Her sudden appearance has startled you and everyone else, even more when her sight was locked on you.
“ O’ Blessed King Peleus and Thetis, you deny me an invitation. Why is that? Especially, when I wish more then nothing to meet this famed healer of Dodona.” A sly smirk tugged at her lips, as she slid close to your vicinity. Her cold slender arms encircled your shoulders, bringing you closer to her in an embrace.
‘I’ll tell you a secret, little one. Between you and me, you hold a major role in this more than you think. You will understand soon enough. Do not tell anyone, we don’t want to spoil the surprise.’ She whispered in your ears, before letting you free from her grasp.
Telephos ran and caught your falling frame, before you could meet the harsh surface of the cold marble grounds. “Are you okay?” Your safety was of the supreme concern for him. Not only are you valuable to his city, but to him personally. To see you being pawned around by deities angered him, yet it made him feel helpless.
After all, what a mere child could hope to achieve against the might of divine deity? How could he be a great practitioner of medicine, if he could not protect his role model from harm? Yet, it begets the question. Why were you so important in the eyes of the gods?
“Yes, I am fine. I appreciate your help.” You replied, refraining the information that Eris has told you in fear of endangering him and yourself in the process.
“Is that why you came here, Eris? To steal the sacred healer away, if so then I will not tolerate such thing under my care.” The king retaliated firmly, standing his grounds against the winged goddess.
“By Olympus, no. If I wanted to kidnap her, wouldn’t you think I would’ve done it earlier? No, I am here to leave a gift for the fairest of them all. That’s all.” Eris said. In her pale hands, a golden apple shone with the title of the fairest of them all.
You’ve got a premonition that things won’t end well. “Why are you down, (Y/n)? Is something wrong?” Telephos asked sincerely. “ I..think as long as the deities intervene like this. Things won’t end well for us. I never liked the gods, apart from Mother Goddess. In their amusement, they bring nothing but misery and tragedy.” You responded bitterly, with the latter part being nothing more than a whisper to yourself.
The cheery festivities has upturned to chaos, the female deities -notably Athena, Hera, and Aphrodite- were paltry fighting amongst themselves for an insignificant title. It’s enough as it is that you got the unwanted attention of the entire court, so you decided to recluse at the corner of room.
However, your peace did not last as Philogus approached you with his face sunken and grave. Unlike his usual calm demeanor, that brought nothing but relief in your turbulent life. “Head healer, I need to speak with you this instance. The matter is of utmost urgency.” He urged, as his son followed behind him. Follow him to the guest room, you did.
“What seems to be the issue?” you inquired, hoping for a semblance of good from this horrible day. Based on his previous expression and tone of his voice, you doubt that is the case.
“Dodona is under siege. We cannot go back, especially with you on board. I cannot endanger you.” His confession did not shock you as much as you thought. It was only a matter of time, before some megalomaniac decided to invade it searching for you. You could see the anguish already painting Telephos visage, that did nothing but hurt you seeing the optimistic boy down.
“Where do we go, then? We cannot trouble the Pthiains with our troubles?” You sighed as you racked your mind for solutions.
“Aren’t you disturbed that our city is under attack? If so, then why aren’t you perturbed?!” The chocolate haired boy shouted as tears cascading his honey cheeks. “If I wasn’t, then I’d not be thinking of ways to return back. Don’t you think?” You replied snidely.
“Stop, both of you. This is no time for petty arguments. (Y/n), I know you’re looking for answers and I’ll give it to you. As for you my dear boy, this war will end as soon as possible.” Philogus chastised the pair and took them to their designated bed.
“It was Agamemnon. Indeed, you were right. He was seeking you.” The elder man spat his name as it was the most foul thing he had said. That man’s megalomania knows no bound. “Of course. My presence has been nothing, but a curse to you both. For that I apologize. If you want to leave me behind, leave. You are no longer obligated to protect me.” You spoke solemnly. Perhaps, your birth was a catalyst of horrid luck. First, it was your mother death then this war.
Before you can indulge further in your misery, you’re tackled by Telephos in a tight embrace. “Don’t ever say that, (N/n)?! You have saved lives more than anyone in Greece, since Asclepius.” He cried as he tightened his grip, seeing your stolid reaction.
“My Telephos is speaking the truth. To lose you, is to lose the greatest treasure Greece has ever offered to us. I have bright news for you two.” The brunette announcement has snapped you from your melancholic stupor.
“From now on, we will be living within the palaces. In exchange, (Y/n) will offer her service free from price. You do not mind, do you?” Philogus continued. “No, it was and will always be my duty to help those in need. I must thank you too, today overall was not great.” You replied back, as you cuddled the already drowsy Telephos for warmth.
Years has passed, since then. In these years, you have strongly bonded with Telephos and made new ones. Achilles was interesting to say the least. You both connected immediately like two peas in a pod. Whilst you felt a surge of protection, which you shared with Achilles, regarding the exiled prince Patroklus.
Achilles is definitely a possessive, obsessive, and an overprotective yandere. It started slowly, be it with the intervention of the gods themselves or how she held herself. Her integrity was what initially attracted him to her. However, it was her wisdom that beseeched him as he grew alongside her. Yet, her lousy companion is grating on his nerves.
His pride will never let him live, if he let any man court his beloved. Whether it was her childhood friend, or otherwise. What did that man have that he didn’t already have? Isn’t he the greatest Greek warrior to ever live? Wasn’t he as much of a companion to her as he was? As much as he want to rid of him immediately, he is smart enough not to do it in front of her. He might be impulsive, but certainly not an idiot.
His possessive tendencies overlaps with his overprotective nature. He would rather be slain a thousand times, then let a single hair on his darling be harmed. If that would to be happen, then his rage will reach the vast skies of Olympus till the depths of the Underworld.
He will not rest easy, until he had dealt with the perpetrators. Amplify his overprotectiveness if Patroklus was already dead by then, his darling will never be outside his sight. He will drag the aggressor’s corpse, similar to what he did to Hektor, all over Greece with his chariot, only this time no deity will interfere. Unless, they’d want to end up like them.
Assuming that he didn’t die, he will live with his darling somewhere seclusive. Somewhere where he can fully be attentive to the needs of his darling, without any distractions. Glory had it place in his heart, but so is the safety and the happiness of his darling.
His greatest dream is to have a domestic life with his dearest. To awaken besides his sleeping beloved and count the constellations with them. Maybe have a child or two together. Nothing brings him more joy, than seeing his and darling’s children interact with his most beloved companion’s (assuming that Patroklus didn’t die) children. Growing, living, and dying together. Perhaps, even uniting together in the fields of Elysium.
Even if it meant to go against the fates and the gods to achieve that, then so be it. What will he not do to protect his beloved? He will go to the end of the earth to protect and provide for them. Anyone who goes against his path will be met with the harsh end of his blade.
Ps: I have enjoyed writing for this one. If we reached 150 hearts on this post, then I’ll write a Yandere story. Here’s the catch, it will be him and my boy Patroklus involved as Yanderes. I’ll also include Telephos as normal love interest to add drama and action to the story. However, I need to see your support. 😉
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jammyjams1910 · 6 months
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TW: Blood & slight gore
✨*Ghost hubby jumpscare😳*✨
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jester-jazzys-mind · 2 months
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BATTLE OF THE LARYNX
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This isn’t my best work but I still kinda like it. Outfit was slightly inspired by Flora’s Bloomix, if you can tell
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buttertrait-old · 1 year
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Day 22 of simstober: The undead (any pronouns)
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skylessnights · 6 months
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THE BEAR — Hannibal/Serial Killer AU
Carmen Berzatto, a brilliant young chef from the fine-dining world and secretly a cannibalistic serial killer, is forced to return home after the sudden death of his former boss leaves a web of suspicion surrounding his name. His presence in Chicago soon takes a turn for the better when he meets Sydney Adamu, the new sous chef at The Original Beef and also a killer with the same tendencies. Together they work to create the perfect menu for their new restaurant, one that is as deadly and twisted as their own tastes.
➸ Based on this gifset
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