#why am I so obsessed with serial killers right now

[enha-cafe]

you really know how to make me scream

SUMMARY ➤ quick drabbles of getting fucked by ghostface! enhypen (just the obligatory scream/ghostface-themed smut)

WARNING(S) ➤ afab! reader, smut, literal ghostface! serial killers enha, brief mentions of killing, cursing, lowercase intended, blood kink, unprotected sex (don't be silly wrap your willy), creampie, slight dubcon (?), kinda pervy (would it be an enha-cafe thought if there wasn't any pervs?), mirror sex, stomach bulge, mask kink, light choking, petnames (pretty, baby, good girl, doll), voice kink

A/N ➤ i am forever and always obsessed with ghostface! enha

heeseung

cw: mask kink, good girl used like once, light choking, unprotected sex, creampie

"never would've thought you'd liked getting fucked by a psycho, always thought you were such a good girl." even though you know he's a murderer you can't help but whimper at his words. staring into his mask he tells you, "god you feel so wet and tight i can't get enough of you" while moving his hand to squeeze the sides of your neck. you can't help but clench around him causing him to groan. the masked man starts thrusting into you faster and harder. feeling him twitch inside you and the knot in your stomach you know you’re both close. movements quickly becoming sloppier right before the two of you cum. feeling him release inside of you you let out an airy moan as you soon follow him. both of you breathless and he takes off his mask all he does is flash you a smile as he slowly pulls out of you, letting his cum drip out and hit the floor.

jay

cw: petname (doll), use of the voice modulator, voice kink

“i love how you make those pretty noises for me doll” he says speaking into the voice modulator. the sound making your movements stutter and your pussy to flutter around him. “oh you like the voice doll?” violently nodding your head as you look down at him. bringing the modulator to his mouth once more “i want to see you bouncing on my cock again,” he looks at you with a smirk as he teasingly thrusts up to meet your hips. mewling out his name telling him how full you feel. jay moving his right hand from your side to start playing with your clit. the sensation having you grind against his hand causing him to chuckle. “what a cute little doll for me you probably want me to cum inside of you too huh?” the thought of being entirely full of him making you move your hips a little faster and all you can do is look him in the eyes and whimper please.

jake

cw: mention of murder, cursing, petname (good girl), dubcon-ish (?)

"baby i killed that guy because he wanted to fuck you and you would've let him. he didn't deserve you, now be the good girl for me i know you are." you shakily spread your legs open for him. jake leaves kisses on your chest as you slightly struggle to look him in the eyes. “c’mon y/n i need you to look at me or else this won’t be a very fun experience,” he says as he grabs your chin and forces you to stare into his lustful eyes. you don’t even register how he’s started to pry you open on his cock. only fully aware when he bottoms out in you. "you don't know how long I've wanted to fuck this pretty pussy of yours. dreamed of it, killed for it." he mutters into your neck. “now it’s all mine” he says as he starts to pound into you like a mad man. the force causing you to loudly moan out to him, “i knew you could be a good girl for me”

sunghoon

cw: knife play, mirror sex, stomach bulge, petname (pretty, my pretty)

in this very moment, all you can think about is the saying "it's always the quiet ones." maybe if you were a little kinder to him or something you wouldn't be in this situation. watching in the mirror as a knife traces your curves and ghostface himself thrusts into you “c’mon pretty, why are you hiding your noises from me?” he frowns while looking st you through the mirror, "do you not like seeing how deep inside of you i am?" he grabs your hand and forces you to touch the bulge on your stomach, "c'mon pretty talk to me, i might be a killer but I'm not a complete monster. i still like hearing pretty girls such as yourself scream for me... one way or another" he nibbles on your ear causing you to let out a moan and with that he chuckles and starts playing with your clit. "see i knew you could do it for me," making sure to flash you a toothy grin before sucking on your neck, "such pretty noises from my pretty."

sunoo

cw: knife play, blood play, petname (baby)

all you did was answer a phone call, and now you have sunoo holding a blade to your cheek as you’re pinned against a wall watching him thrust into you. “you look so pretty when you think i’m going to hurt you,” he says while sucking on your neck. you let out a whimper of his name and you can feel him throb inside you. “baby let me have a little taste of you,” he says lightly cutting your cheek. the sudden pain causing you to squeeze your legs around his waist even tighter. causing sunoo’s hips to stutter and him to moan at your action as he goes to lick your cheek. moaning at the taste of you and squeezing on your thigh hard enough to leave a bruise. “god i just can’t get enough of you” he says right before pounding into so hard it has your head thrown back.

jungwon

cw: blood kink, knife play, unprotected sex, creampie, cursing

you know you shouldn't. you know you should be afraid. you know he's a killer. but god there's something so hot about a crazy man with blood on his face. especially when he's under you while you bounce on his cock. watching this tough murderer become putty in your hands as he digs his fingers into your hips, "please y/n you feel so good." bending down you capture his moans in a kiss and grab his knife from the bedside. pulling away he follows your lips and he whimpers for you. “you’re so cute” you tell him as you lightly trace his chest with the knife. before you can react you feel him quickly tense up and a warm liquid enter your womb. not even daring to stop his movements all he can say in response is “shit that was hot” as he watches his cum slowly pull out of you.

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[matrixbearer2024]

Hi!!! I love your Get Off My Screen series so much! I was wondering if I could do a request for that?

Basically the idea is that Vox and the reader are just texting at night maybe and he lets something slip about something he misses from his old life on earth and because of that the reader remembers that the person they’ve been talking to for like over a year by now probably used to be alive and just spends the whole night learning everything they can about vox when he was alive (I imagine this would happen whilst vox was asleep and we’re just googling him) and then maybe I feel like we’d also google Alastor as a joke to see what all the fuss is about and then we find out that the person vox is ~~crushing~~ hating on is a serial killer and then just telling everything we learned when he wakes up.

Sorry if that’s really long I just fell like this is 100% what I would do in this situation

Old Times Gone By

Vox x CollegeStudent!Reader

A/N: I'm so glad you guys are requesting scenarios within the series, heck- I'm glad y'all enjoy it this much already hahaha! This is somewhat of an aftermath to the "You Could Do Better(With Me)" which is why it's not as cheery as the other chapters- but it's definitely not straight up angst. Just vulnerability and late night chatting between friends. Haha "friends"- And as always, I hope you guys enjoy this chapter and happy reading!

A/N: Again, I kind of deviated from the prompt a little to better fit the narrative but Reader does know about Alastor and who he is because of Vox's ranting. They're aware that her demonic crush has a weird obsession with a cannibalistic radio serial killer deer dude and it's still not the weirdest thing he's done so far HAHAHAHA

If there was one thing Vox had to say he hated about drinking-

It had to be dealing with the hellish hangovers come morning.

Especially when he'd been wasted the night before.

A sharp jab in his side caused him to wake up this time.

He grunted, nearly falling off his chair when he shifted ever so slightly.

Huh-

Wait, why was he in here???

He could feel the migraine start to pound in his head.

Vox wasn't looking forward to today already.

When he tried to stand up, a clink of a bottle made him look down by his feet.

Picking it up to give the darn thing a once over, he scoffed.

He must have been absolutely hammered to have finished this yesterday.

It was a brand he despised the taste of too.

"Vox-? Oh, you're up."

His head whipped around so quickly once he heard your voice.

When had he even connected to your TV?

Not that he complained, he managed to see you sat up on the couch and stretching.

Your hair stuck up in odd positions and you even looked to be half-awake.

Why was that fucking cute???

"I- mhm. I guess I am. Was I... drinking yesterday?"

"I don't really know, I just knew you were drunk out of your mind last night. I can only see your face remember?"

"Ah... right."

Vox couldn't really bring himself to say much this time, not while he was still trying to grab the bits and pieces of his memory on yesterday's events.

Did he really wander into the monitor room just because he missed you?

That was low, even for him.

"Good morning anyhow, not that I think it would be if you're dealing with a hangover."

Vox just chuckled, watching you get up and disappear from the TV's view.

He wasn't in any mood to work at all, especially when he had a shitty headache to deal with too.

Eh, his empire could last a day without him.

He notified his secretary to just cancel all his duties and appointments for today, just ignoring their panic as you returned back into view.

"What are you holding?"

"Coffee."

"I thought you said you hated coffee?"

"Not hate, I just don't prefer it. But I need the caffeine to function today and I'd rather drink this bean juice than those energy drinks."

Vox wouldn't admit it, but talking to you again was already starting to make him feel a little better.

Especially after your noticeable absence.

He'd rather die again that outright say he missed you, his pride wouldn't allow it.

Cracking his joints, he just watched you sleepily stare up at him from where you sat on the couch.

Granted, it was probably because your TV was probably perched higher or on a shelf.

But Vox still thought you were kind of short.

Not that he had the right to say anything-

He was a 7ft tall giant compared to you.

"Again with the bean juice thing, and what's wrong with energy drinks?"

"They taste like straight up chemicals."

Vox just gave you a weird look when you rolled your eyes at him.

Still you just kept talking to him inbetween taking sips of your hot beverage.

"I'm not surprised you enjoy them, but your palate is probably shit."

"Oh you do not wanna go there-"

"What if I do huh? Watcha gonna do about it?"

Vox just grinned, you getting up to move closer to the screen as you challenged him.

The wide mischievous grin on your face mirrored his own and you both quickly devolved into just either bragging about exotic foods you've eaten-

Or straight up going for the jugular about each other.

"You eat McDonald's daily? I can't believe you'd feed yourself garbage Vox-"

"It's not garbage, and don't act like you've never eaten fast food."

"You are what you eat, I guess!"

"Ohoho! You bitch!"

Vox didn't seem to mind the numbing headache he felt when you were back to being your animated rambunctious self.

He wondered if it was because of the caffeine that made you all hyped up but he couldn't really bring himself to give a shit.

Not when he was still pretty tired.

It seems you noticed his retorts weren't making their usual mark though, and you crossed your arms over your chest while leaning towards the TV screen.

Vox just narrowed his eyes at you in confusion, what were you doing?

"You my good sir, need a hot cup of coffee more than I do. And freshen up while you're at it, I need to go take a shower too anyways."

You-

You did not just do what he think you did.

Were you actually mothering him??

Vox just rolled his eyes at your words, not really intending to go until he realized you weren't budging an inch either.

"Didn't you just say you needed to go clean up?"

"Not leaving till you are."

"Stubborn much?"

"Not that different from you, no."

The tech overlord laughed at your insistence, eventually relenting and disconnecting himself from your devices.

He stretched again when he got up from his chair, picking up the empty alcohol bottle near his feet not intending to clutter up or dirty his workspace.

Vox perked up when his phone buzzed though.

The darn thing catching his attention before he forgot it was there.

He checked on it with his free hand, chuckling when he realized it was just a message from you.

"Go and freshen yourself up, get a cup of coffee too while you're at it. I'll be back soon, kisses!"

You almost caused him to break his phone from the grip he had on it.

Kisses???

What the fuck was that supposed to mean?!

Vox seriously stood there staring at his phone for a good ten minutes just buffering and rebooting-

Dude is actually broken the second you do literally anything with vaguely romantic undertones.

Still he stomps all over his own hopes and feelings in fear of misinterpreting your friendliness.

Yeah, both of you were fucking clueless.

You stayed true to your word and did eventually come back after you'd cleaned yourself up.

Vox had just been waiting on your TV again and the screen brightened slightly upon noticing you.

It was a subconscious reaction, don't bring it up or he'll definitely throw a hissy fit.

So that's what you both did the whole day, talking and just catching up.

While Vox did mention you skipped classes for the day, you just shot back that he threw his work to the backburner as well.

Not that he bothered to refute it, instead just moving on with the conversation like normal.

Hours passed and time flew.

Before you knew it, the both of you were talking well into the evening.

"And that's kind of the reason why I think spaghetti is superior to penne."

"Doll, they're straight up just different kinds of pasta."

"The fact there's different kinds of pasta mean that people clearly can't decide on a superior noodle shape."

Yeaaah... your conversations kind of stopped making sense an hour ago.

Not that either of you minded, even laughing about some stupid thing way into the AM.

"So like- he thought he was really some hot shit taking on the leader of the exorcists but he got his ass absolutely handed to him!"

"Bro almost got turned into demonic venison HAHAHAHA!"

Though of course, late night conversations always went deeper than those normally held within the day.

"Say... Vox?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you miss being alive? With, ya know- talking to me and all."

Vox paused slightly, it's been a long time since he reminisced of his living days.

When was the last time he even did?

"Not necessarily, I miss some things but not a whole lot."

"Like what? When did you die???"

"Hm... I don't remember the exact date, but sometime in the fifties?"

Vox recoiled when you just gawked at his screen, why did you react like that?

"Holy shit! You're fucking ancient!"

"Haha... very funny doll, I'm not that old! I died in my thirties."

"Ehhhh? You're not much older than I am then. How??"

"Don't remember, it was a long long time ago."

You made a weird face at him, to which Vox just smiled and chuckled.

It was the same expression you wore when trying to figure things out.

As... weird and cute as it may be.

Then you suddenly yawned, causing the tech overlord to consequently do the same.

Something you poked fun at him for since when did TVs yawn apparently.

Rolling his eyes, Vox took a glance at his internal clock.

It was four in the morning?!

How long had you both been talking????

"Vox? You good?"

Apparently his bewilderment was evident on the screen, so he just switched his attention back to you.

Vox's screen glitched slightly when he was caught off guard by how close you got to the TV.

Almost all up in his face even.

"Y-Yeah, just zZst- fine. Say... Doll, do you know what time it is?"

"Uhhhh- no, not really- why?"

"It's four in the morning."

"And?"

"You need to sleep?"

You rolled your eyes and turned your back to the TV, plopping down on the couch with a pout.

"Hey."

You ignored him.

"Heeeeeey-"

Vox couldn't help but chortle from your antics, you really seemed like a grumpy child right now.

"Look dollface, I don't want the fun to end either but we've still got tomorrow."

"I don't wanna say goodnight. You're just going to disconnect when I do."

"What, you can't expect me to fall asleep hooked up to all your stuff again can you? My chair isn't the most comfortable place to fall asleep."

"Still!"

Vox rubbed his face with a sigh, he felt the inexplicable urge to just pinch your cheeks.

He would if he could but he didn't exactly have hands as a TV.

Why did you have to be so cute?

"How about this? I'll stick around until you pass out. You won't even notice I'm gone come morning."

"Fineeeeeee."

It didn't take too long for you to fall asleep on the couch.

Similarly to yesterday, you were just haphazardly sprawled across the furniture with a thin blanket to cover you.

Despite his words, Vox still stuck around for a while to make sure you were asleep.

You looked so serene while you rested, like you didn't have any worries.

The overlord let out a tired sigh, he'll just stick around for another five minutes.

Just a little longer in this peaceful moment with you.

Vox totally fell asleep in his chair again, he woke up that morning in an awkward position feeling more sore than ever too.

"Oh for fuck's sake-"

"MORNING VOXYYY!!!"

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel vox #hazbin vox #vox #vox x reader #hazbin hotel vox x reader #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin vox x reader #vox x you #Get Off My Screen Series

[riverthebooknerd]

me: so there's this character

brain: mhm

me: he's aroace, but i keep searching for ships with him in them

brain: yessir

me: but i've been thinking about it, and i don't actually ship him with any of them

me: so... why?

brain: well, how do you feel about this character?

me: i'm obsessed with him, might be hyperfixating. i related to him a lot, and i think his design is really really cool. whenever i rewatch the show he's from, i always pay extra close attention to the parts that he's in, because he's one of the most interesting characters i've seen in a while

brain: uh huh. sounds to me like you just want to consume more content featuring him-

me: well, duh-

brain: -and one of the only sources of new content is the fandom. and in fandoms, typically the only times you'll find good content featuring your favorite characters is when they're being shipped with someone else

brain: not to mention how you want to see your character interacting in a dynamic with others

brain: AND your favorite genre is hurt/comfort, because you love seeing characters receiving comfort to soothe your own trauma

brain: maybe the reason why you keep shipping him, as well as your other comfort characters, is because it's the only way you know how to consume a dynamic without it being pushed aside into the background to make room for romance

me: ...

me: ...holy fuck

moral of the story? um. romance is a lie. i just want my favorite characters to be cherished and cuddled. i'm also considering whether i myself am aro, but that's a whole other holy fuck moment that i. don't have the emotional energy for right now. i'm already busy enough with school and shit

(btw this post was about alastor from hazbin hotel <333 yes my comfort character is a cannibalistic serial killer, leave me alone, i have fucking issues)

#hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #alastor #aromantic #asexual #ace/aro #aroace #aroace alastor

[justineangelrococo]

"We're about 80 percent sure she's harmless." Well I am 100 and 10 percent sure she isn't. This woman isn't as innocent as she seems which is always shown when anyone has to interact with her on any basis. Now my new theory which is stuck in the brain is that our dear sweet Niffty is a serial killer, a black widow one if you will and she only has a specific type she goes for bad boys. She could be I would say a yandere but she's doesn't have the traits of only one person being special to her to make her a comedic yandere no.

She is hunting for a specific type why I don't know, it could be a infatuation with the type of a bad boy, she wants someone absolutely God awful and after awhile she would end up killing them maybe her crush ended and she needs something new, but she would get rid of them and head on to the next bad boy target. Which spoilers for those who haven't gotten caught up to the show and what we know so far.

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Ok let's go Husk used to be a overlord, and so that leads Niffty was she one too, and met Alastor loving he was a bad boy and well meeting and respecting him, and ending up being forced to be his servant of which we do know she enjoys. Which if so that leads to some fun and make some sense of this other part here.

She might kill, or torture Valentino, or Adam, we already saw her interact with Valentino, and she took some fluff of his for her collection. Which seems like our little lady is getting trophies if she can of a future kill, or well kidnapping because people can't die in hell unless it's with a angel weapon, so for all we know Niffty could have a bunch of awful men in a bluebeard's bride situation in a secret room just there, and for reference in bluebeard the guy kills all of his former brides and hangs their bodies up in a secret room. Which Niffty could have done and is on the prowl for her next victims, and it would be fun to see two of the most awful guys in the show right now get taken out by a cute tiny little thing like Niffty. Look at her she's so ready and prepared for her next victim maybe, or partner she could be a girl looking for a ultimate bad boy and isn't able to find her rotten one, idk but here is the theory, last one before I go to bed. Also let's look at all the crazy behavior she displayed so far, and how ready she is to possibly attack Valentino, other then taking his neck fluff, and maybe snatch him, she ready to go for Sir Pentious when he came back to hotel, and didn't want him to leave her she may not want any of her bad boys to leave, might be a bad case of how some women and girls are fans of boy bands and singers especially back in the day and being obsessed with them, but for Niffty it's a Type one of which Lucifer was on that list too, she wanted the ultimate bad boy, but I'm sure if she knew what he was really like she would be so disappointed.

#Hazbin Hotel #Hazbin Hotel spoilers #hazbin hotel theories #hazbin hotel theory #hazbin hotel niffty #hazbin hotel valentino #hazbin hotel sir pentious #I am excited to hopefully watch a small woman beat the absolute sh!t out of a abusive man #I promise you that girl can take them she is was more dangerous than people think

[yanderes-galore]

Yeah, sure! Sorry this took so long, TMNT requests have been hard to put out right now. Aged up as usual. Using my prompts.

This ended up being some sort of Serial Killer AU! Leonardo? I wanted to write something more twisted, so.... My scenarios were lacking a bit of murder.

Yandere! Leonardo (2012) Prompts 4, 12, 14

Pairing: Romantic

"My heart belongs to you, I'll adore anything you do to it."

"You were never meant to see that! Oh, what have I done...."

"It's too dangerous in the world. You need me, you should know that!"

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Murder, Blood, Kidnapping, Stalking, Obsession, Overprotective behavior, Delusional behavior, Forced kiss, Forced relationship

Leonardo only ever wanted to protect those he loves. He's the most mature of his brothers, always has been. He's a leader... he's meant to be perfect in everything he does.

In reality, he isn't perfect. He knows this... and it's something he works to fix. Leo feels he has to do whatever he can to protect the people.

Which is why when it comes to you, he learns something else.

Morality is subjective... as long as he keeps you safe then he's happy.

He knows his brothers and Splinter would call him dishonorable for even thinking such a thing. Stalking your every move from the shadows is creepy. Even suggesting murder to take down those he feels are threats around you is no better than his enemy, Shredder.

Leonardo used to be so obsessive over honor and doing the right thing. Really, what is the right thing? It depends on the person.

Leo used to be so ashamed when he first... killed someone. He had seen them plotting against you, he knew they were going to hurt you. In an attempt to protect you... he had tracked them down. It wasn't meant to end in their death... both he and them both panicked!

Although... the fact he got away with it?

It convinced him that this was an okay way to keep you safe.

Leo then kept his pattern going. He'd stalk you late at night when you weren't around him. Then, when he felt he had to, he was comfortable with using his swords to cause fatal damage.

Murder no longer felt taboo to him. Now it felt like a necessary step to take to keep the one he loves most safe. The others may not agree...

But he isn't like them anymore.

He's a monster of his own breed now.

Blood coating his skin washed off in water. Their corpses were easy to pin the blame on another party or hide. Leonardo wasn't a heroic mutant anymore...

He was a serial killer.

When you caught him, only then did he think of his actions. Even then, it was brief. He's accepted what he is....

"You were never meant to see that! Oh, what have I done...."

At first he exhibited genuine concern. His pattern is disrupted and now you know what he does. However, you don't know why he does it....

So, he explains it.

He explains that the reason he's covered in blood, standing over a corpse, is all because of you.

You make him go insane.

Your fear was expected. He also knew all he's done for the past few months would be meaningless if he didn't do something with you now. Which is what made Leo take you with him.

Bringing you home would cause suspicion. You were still kept in the sewer but he made a hideout where only you and him may reside. Leonardo wasn't even your friend anymore.

Whenever you looked at him... you saw a few things;

A murderer...

A monster...

Your kidnapper....

Leonardo was a very dedicated killer, however.

"It's too dangerous in the world. You need me, you should know that!"

His mind still fixates in your safety. He's so delusional that he preaches about keeping you under his care. He acts like his company provides your warmth and love.

It doesn't.

It never will after what he's done.

"I... I only killed all those people to keep you safe!"

"They were my friends!"

"You don't know that!"

"You didn't know that they were enemies, either!"

Leonardo cleans off his swords, tossing them aside.

"Maybe not..." He admits before looking at you. "But I am the only one you can trust in such a... dirtied world."

"Really? If this world really is as bad as you make it sound... you're the most rotten one within it."

Leonardo narrows his eyes before laughing. His laugh is empty of joy... like you broke him. Then he turns fully to you and walks towards you.

"My heart belongs to you, I'll adore anything you do to it."

He cups your face despite your struggling. His grin is filled with delusional joy. He's just happy to have you in his arms no matter the circumstances.

"Even if you want to insult my heart and say I'm wrong... I don't mind. I want to hear you talk, I want your attention on me. I may be a killer... my swords coated in the blood of many..."

He leans closer, squishing your face.

"But my heart beats for you and you alone. Nothing will take you away from me...."

He kisses you softly before pulling away. You recoil in disgust but Leo holds your head still. He looks so out of it and mumbles something under his breath, yet you catch it barely.

"Nothing in this world can harm you if I'm the biggest threat...."

#yandere tmnt #yandere teenage mutant ninja turtles #yandere tmnt leonardo #yandere tmnt 2012 #yandere leonardo

[thevampirearchive]

There’s something I've been meaning to say but I haven't had the words till now. There is something that deeply upsets me about witnessing stories where villains, who are literal killers, fall in love and somehow become good or act outside of what is expected from them. I love love, love is beautfiul, it is powerful and it can truly change a lot. But to sit, and write a killer suddenly go "actually, this one can stay because I am in love for the first time" is such a weird concept to me. Is this happening because as a sociaty we're trying to convince ourselves that deeply disturbed people can be cured by the power of love? That if they just find the right person, they would stop the masacer? or at least no longer feel the need to kill how they were or at least let their person live? And I am not mad at the love, I do belive anyone can fall deeply in love, but my issue is with how it ends. I want to witness the unthinkable — I want to see is exactly what we expect but hoped won't happen, happening. A gut wrenching truth that stays true to who we have been witnessing, despite the "I can change them" dance. And perhaps people hate this idea because they want to belive that anyone can change if only they meet the right one, or that we can change the monsters in our lives with affection, but trust most likly is that they cannot be changed. And I can understand that to some this is then seen as an illusion. "oh then this was never true love", why can the two not exist? Do we not hurt those we love? Maybe not kill them, but someone elses hurt could feel like a small death to me, and vice versa.

Examples, so that you are not confused as to what I am reffering too;

Killing Eve; I stopped watching when Villanelle was shown shooting Eve. It felt true to her character, even if it hurt. She is a killer, we knew that and so did Eve. Regardless of her love, that was what was always going to happen so why were we given additional seaons of this fanatsy of a declawed Villanelle?

Hannibal; It should have ended with the death of Will, and possibly Hannibal consuming him. Didn't Hannibal say that the consumption of Will would somehow join them in a deeper way?Something so disturbing that only could make sense to a serial killing-cannibal. And I would have watched with wide eyes, and gone to sleep staring at the ceiling.

Interveiw With The Vampire; Louis' death in the hand of a Lestat would have made sense, and despite his dramatics, Lestat would have not committed suicide but instead burried himself in deep regret untill he was too numb to his own feelings that he could return to the world of the living. He would have never forgotten Louis, nor what he did, but he would have moved on beause Lestat is not a good person. He's deeply disturbed and Louis knew this. I don't even aknoclege that beatdown episode because Lestat may be a killer, but he's a drama queen first and formost. Louis' death would have been poetic, beautiful and grusom like a greek tragedy without an audiance.

Bonus - Twilight; I could not end without adding my own favorite, and despite this path never being teased to the audiance the same way the other's were, I would have loved the book simply ending because Edward did as he said he would - drained Bella like a Caprisun on a hot summer day. Because what is love agaisnt animalistic urgase (I understand why it is much hotter that he is simply so retsrained and devoted that he resists her, but I'd pay good money for an AU)

At the end of it all, I think want I want is for sociaty to get over the idea that a good woman, love or any form of kindness can change who some people are. Love can do many things - look at crimes of passion! And to some extend I belive that these villain's love were true, possibly not the way we imagine them - which is less so "I love you too" and more so, "wow, finally someone I can manipulate and obsess over. Someone who I can mold, someone who is alone in the world like me" only to realize that is not true.

So why do we make love into what it isnt? Even when the scene is set for us to be shown the truth, writers and the audiance always make the plot lean towards whatever fits so that we can have that "happy ending".

Honorable mentions;

God should have killed Lucifer, I know the bible and christianity is not technically fiction for all, but the idea that he is forgivin but lets the biggest meanness HE CREATED terrorize everybody is evil. Take him out or let somebody else do it homie.

#thoughts #twilight #hannibal #killing eve #interview with the vampire #vc #horror #thriller #Not to mention I don't belive a lot of these characters love their love interest instead its as I said obsession / Lonliness / Control / Co #consumption* gluttony #envy and the love interest love being the center of their univers or at least a patr of their world #not for a second would bella have been intrigued if edward just left her alone lmao yes he's hot to her but thats it #second she finds out hes a vampire her eyes get big and she's ready to die just to join! Its all giving cult! #Hannibal was ready to take will as a apprentece at the end with the way Will was going full force #Louis finally was the deep dakr monster that hid underneith it all - rage he couldnt unleash but now as he is a vampire its a free for all #but see how will hates it? how louis recognizes that he is not truly evil just has urges to act in evil ways? #bella is unhinge so like I cannot defend my first born lesbian daughter that was her thru and thru lmao she was tehre for strap (edward) an #anti anging (vampireism) if id written it she woul dhave said fuck them kids and simply terminated lmao had carlile change her and live her #best life with alice purr #jasper being a racist is also on par lmao ppl always mention it and im like yeah bestie they are ancient vampires id be suspsicious if one- #wanst a KKK member and they were all white lmao #its not funny haha but imma still laugh

[amusingmusie]

Hulloooo!

Ssoooo, I read (or heard? Idk) that apparently, Alastor had a moral code! Like, he only killed people he thought they deserved it? Mayybe that's why he's so human looking in hell?

I honestly think that he was a more artsy-cunning-type serial killer, I mean, he is a fox for a reason, and although he does seems to be obsessed to be recognized/feared/admired (fucking theater kid) I think he also made a point in not letting police discover him, sort of like Moriarty from Sherlock Holmes? Without the depression ofc

Also, apparently Alastor's canon changed since the pilot (or at least that is what I heard, I don't watch the streams so I am probably misinformed) his death is an *accident* now, how smug but also enraged must he feel about that? Lmao

I'm just rambling at this point, I swear I came with an specific ask but now it became this, so sorry if it's weird it's 1:00 am, lmao, anyway, tell me what you think!

Hello!

So, I know an embarrassing amount of Alastor lore since I started writing before the show dropped and needed all the crumbs I could get. The amount of times I've skimmed through Viv's old art streams just to find one singular line to use as a source is EMBARRASSING. I haven't heard that any of his lore changed from the pilot but it also wouldn't surprise me if it did, considering most of the info we have on his mortal life is several years old at this point.

He did operate on a specific moral code (I write it as him only killing people he personally decided needed to die based on what he finds to be right/wrong), he did die in a hunting accident as he was mistaken for a deer while burying a body and shot between the eyes (I assume this is still canon as he still has his X on his forehead that shows when he uses powers), and he was a prolific killer (unconfirmed whether he was caught). There's no confirmation on if he was a cannibal (MY human Alastor is not, though he does like to bite) or how he operated as a killer.

So, I started plugging in holes myself! Will most of Yours Truly probably be rendered moot when his backstory drops in the show? Maybe! But oh well, I tried my hardest to create something that fits with what we know.

With new fans coming in (heeeey y'all welcome in) I feel like there's a decent amount of 'telephone' happening with Alastor's lore, so there's a lot of mixed information out there. Also keep in mind that fanon has probably mixed with these facts over the years too! I'd recommend looking to Viv's streams as sources.

Also this is so long, I am so sorry, I just got a lot of Alastor facts bouncing around my skull like the DVD logo.

#musie musings #more like ramblings

[jaydastorm13]

Episode 9 of My Demon:

I'm becoming a Song Kang fan with this one. I plan to watch his other work soon.

But now that they're not running from their feelings, will that affect the power of the tattoo? They're so cute when they're not fighting! (I still adore Seon-hoo, but we know how this works in dramas. If you know of one where the second male leads, I'm curious, though.)

They deserved this after the last few episodes, but we know that the other shoe is going to drop soon.

LMAO her blind date is so weird! Awww, why is he so cute about human customs?! AND WHEN SHE SAID SHE WASN'T GOING TO WORK?! His puppy-like behavior has me in a chokehold. I am not okay.🥹🥹🥹. I feel like he's never got to have fun or live any of his lives, so it's new to him.

I'm glad he got his couple set. That's all he wanted.💕 Now...what is this bitch doing? She's so pathetic.

I love how he's helping her through the trauma associated with the song.🥰

I feel like there's more to the company than we're seeing, because the obsession to have THAT company when they already have a lot is weird as fuck to me. There's more to it than taking it from Do-hee.

I see both sides of the non-argument. She wants to be done with it, and he wants her to live without fear. Ohhh, my Seok-hoon🥰🥰🥰🥰!! (Insert product placement. I do love how dramas write them in). Poor baby is going to get his heart broken more. It's the Second Lead Curse.

(The slide down the bench was cute. I, however, am not above a BL, lol). Wait wait wait. If we get a temporary team up with my boys, I will lose it, okay?! LOSE IT!!

YAAAAYYY!!! MY WILD DOGS!!! IDC I LOVE THOSE ADORABLE, CHAOTIC GANGSTERS!!! They have my heart, all they wanna do is help. Aaand I'm brought down by Stat Jin. The bitch is annoying. THAT'S RIGHT, SHUT HER ASS DOWN!!! BYE!! BUH BYE!!

LOL I'm getting "Backstreet Rookie", and "Clean With Passion For Now" flashbacks as Doo-hee is drunk!😭🤣 I didn't expect Ms.Shin to loosen up so much, she's funny! AYO SHE FINALLY SAID THE NAME JOKE!

Is-is the other sip about to sail?! Ooh, he's found!! Sigh. He's gonna burn the evidence...wait...that's not...who is that?! WHOOOAAAAAAHHH!!!!! Holy shit...did he SET UP THE KILLER TO DO HALF OF THE WORK HIMSELF LATER?!?! I need answers...so the cops will find and identify the scene. I hoped that our demon would get his revenge but. Oh shit...I-so WHO IS HE?! He knows about demons for sure.

Jesus, what a way to go. THEY BETTER NOT FRAME MY BABY!! Sir. Clean up your own shit if you're gonna be a serial killer...ohhh, they wanna frame my Gu-won...they got everything they wanted. I still don't understand the obsession with bringing Do-her down. She was brought in after whatever happened with her parents.

Oh, no!! The deals are dropping!! So what happens now?! WHAT IS GOING AWN?! AYO?! IS SHE A DEMON?! (I loved her in Mr.Queen). 👁️👄👁️ She what. She GAVE HIM WHAT?!

DO NOT PAIR SEOK-HOON WITH HER!!😭😭😭

I REALLY HOPE that this is a race against time with a happy ending. OH COME OOON!! I should have known that all the cuteness had a price. (Aaand more reasons to hate Star Jin😒).

...This episode has been a LOT, but a good one. On to the next-

#my demon #kdrama series #down the rabbit hole #kdrama #lee sangyi #song kang #holy fuck #spoilers #episode 9

[datonetf2rarepair]

Let’s talk about FruityCrits

First off, i am in no way associated with SmokeNSoda, I like their work and that's about it. We're not even mutuals/friends

Alright let's dive in shall we?

FruityCrits has this big obsession over SmokeNSoda and SpyScout

He did some witch hunts in the summer of 2022 on twitter, which the tweets related to the hunts have since been deleted

In this screenshot, he says those that ship SpyScout gets an instablock

Days later, he said he has blocked who he needed to and wanted to go back to do his lusting

Months later, he stirs shit up again

I remember FruityCrits making some rumour-type tweets about unwinden, trying to smear their name because of the above, FruityCrits has deleted those as well

As pointed and stated, and is it really incest if they're ocs and unrelated? Some people don’t see a problem with that. FruityCrits here however seem to be childish about it

They're someone's ocs, and both ocs aren't related. They're not the canon characters. But according to him, all ocs are not ocs and are all canon characters? wut?

This just screams "I'm covering my ears and SCREECH”

Now remember that he said he would block, and instablock even! Anyone who ships SpyScout?

This doesn’t sound like has blocked SmokeNSoda, how would he know all about this? Either he hasn’t blocked SmokeNSoda or he secretly loves SpyScout and/or has a secret account that follows SmokeNSoda

These tweets above don’t seem to make sense, either there are deleted tweets or he is just delusional

Now fast forward to recently

Checking the person you seem to have a huge hatred for on a regular? Why would you look at things that really upset you? Unless you secretly love SpyScout

The weirdo here seem to be Fruitycrits since he has this big obsession over SmokeNSoda and SpyScout. He never stopped despite saying that he was done. Because here he is, almost a year later, he is still talking about this

For someone who is in his late 20s, he acts like a preteen, who probably isn’t ready to be on the internet yet

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I get people don’t always want to see the ship. That’s why tags exist, that’s why people use those tags for content and trigger warnings. That’s why you block those tags if you don’t want to see it.  It’s that simple.

Sometimes people make content you may not agree with, but that doesn’t mean you have start attacking people for it. Do you know how easy it is to click the unfollow or block button? But apparently some people are so stupid they prefer to screech instead of click one single button

Also, some of them make the claim that fiction is reality. Fiction is not reality. Yes, fiction can impact reality,  but it isn’t one and the same. If you can’t distinguish fiction from reality then, well, you’re either not ready for fiction or not old/stable enough to be able to tell the two apart.

If fiction really IS reality then so many movies and books would have been banned, or the writers of those must have been in jail by now, right? Writing a book about a fictional serial killer does not mean the writer is planning to or already has committed murder.

YOU are in control of what you see on the Internet. Don’t like a certain type of content? BLOCK IT! or just, STOP LOOKING AT IT! it’s not that hard!

#FruityCrits #tf2

[iltaimpi]

{Completely civilised normal conversation between two teenagers who are stuck in a room with a dead body.}

{

[TRANSCRIPT:

Char: ... - Hand me a scalpel, I'm going to do an autopsy.

Payton: HUH??? - YOU'RE 16!!!

Payton: Oh, HELL nah! - You're fuckin' loca! - ¡Al garete! - Ain't a Finn's chance in Miami!!!

Payton: I am NOT helpin' you desecrate a dead body just 'cuz we're stuck in here with one and you're startin' to get bored, Ms. Ed Gein.

Char: Why are you likening me to serial killers?!

Payton: 'CUZ THIS IS SOME SERIAL KILLER SHIT, CHARLENE! - YOU WANNA CUT UP A BODY IN SOME DINGY-ASS, URBEX-ASS BUILDING TO STUDY IT!!!

Payton: What, is Ed Gein too basic for your special brand of fucking insane? You'd rather be ... "likened to"... that freak Dr. Cioccolata guy you're so obsessed with?

Char: DO NOT EVER compare me in any way to that sadistic bastard ever again. - EVER.

Payton: M'kay, yeah, y'know what, Char? - This? This shit right here? - Yeah, this ain't makin' too good a case for you not bein' anythin' like the 'good doctor', y'know that, pana? - Don't think I don't remember how we met. How was that shit better than the crazy ass shit you say that guy's done?!

Char: Because I do not enjoy it.

Payton: Could'a fuckin' fooled me! - Gotta say, for a chick with no emotions, you sure seem mad right now! - Did I strike your literal only nerve? - You get so worked up when you talk about the guy. - What is he, like, your DAD or something? Christ!

Payton: Is that what this is? Are these some INSANE daddy issues, Charlie?

Char: WILL YOU SHUT UP!?

Payton: Doubtful.

END TRANSCRIPT]

Payton's shirt reads "nice try, officer" across the chest and "i want a lawyer" across the stomach. loca - "crazy"

¡Al garete! - roughly means "to hell", or when describing the qualities of something or someone, "wild" or "reckless"

"Ain't a Finn's chance in Miami!" is an anti-proverb adaptation of 'not a snowball's chance in hell' as formulated by Payton, whose logic is simply that Finland is cold and Miami is 'hot', thus mirroring the standard phrase conceptually.

Ed Gein was an American criminal and (suspected) serial killer; he was known for body snatching and fashioning keepsakes from parts of the bodies he dug up.

Urbex - "Urban exploration", usually referring to the exploration of abandoned ruins and buildings. Payton's usage implies that the building they're trapped in is similarly abandoned and suitable for an urban explorer's activity.

pana - "pal". }

#Ilta Piirtää #JJBA OC #JoJo OC #Char Goodman #Payton Ramora #OCs #Cioccolata

[urban-caravan]

PLEASE tell me about your ocs. i am desperate to know what is going on with them.

oh gosh, okay!! so they're kinda new (sorta, i've had the idea of them for like a year and some change and have only started to give them actual thought and refinement for a week) so nobody really has names yet

The basic premise is that a serial killer and a detective from the 1950s kill each other and then reincarnate in the same town decades later wherein they meet again in the 1980s and the spirit of the serial killer begins haunting them

So first up is John Doe

He's very rich and a prominent figure in the community. No One suspects him for the horrific murders occurring for the past 9 months in Sleepytown, Nowhere USA

Is gay and the most repressed man on god's earth. Abusive and strict upbringing made him obsessed with performing his role in society perfectly. His victims are usually people who make that more difficult for him or complicate his purposefully narrow worldview.

Becomes deeply fixated with The Detective during the investigation and starts giving himself little allowances to get closer to him. This causes him to spiral near the end as he starts sloppily making up for his indiscretions by killing more people.

The Detective

is also gay, and jewish

he's also a cop which is unfortunate (when his reincarnation finds out he thinks its very cringe and makes him actually rly bummed out) and becomes a cop both out of an innate desire to right wrongs but also the very less noble reasoning of wanting to gain and enforce power over the world around him to abate the innate helplessness he feels about his lot in life. this is subconscious obv. He's the lead detective on John Doe's case.

is also repressed but in a more "I'm just not going to deal with it" sort of way

very blunt and no nonsense in contrast to John Doe who at least puts on an act of being charming and sociable. he develops some feelings for John Doe despite his temperament tho. thinks about maybe moving away with him somewhere else but then OH NO HE KILLS PEOPLE

flashforward to the 80s

Johnny Doe The Sequel to John Doe

would you believe it if he was also gay?

Reincarnation of the serial killer of whom he only knows vaguely about just from living in the same town.

Also raised by very strict and domineering father/neglectful mother. By the time he was born his whole life was already planned out for him. Before meeting his boyfriend he was the most rigid and textual example of "Red-blooded American teenage boy in a small town". However, after meeting his boyfriend he grew out his hair, quit football, questions authority, and listens to better music.

Uncomfortably dependent on his boyfriend, which is why they are now exes. He is very much not over it and is constantly thinking of how they can get back together. He thinks that the boyfriend was the best part of his entire life and the boyfriend thinks that's very sad and he should have more of a life.

The Boyfriend

gay and jewish once again. the eternal constants in the sea of souls

big music fan, but his favorite band is abba

very sarcastic and anti-authority. also doesn't take anything lying down. almost got expelled his first week of highschool when he cracked a lunch tray across the face of a guy who called him slurs. this is the moment johnny doe sights as where he first fell in love.

is convinced he's going to die in a nuclear exchange in a few years so he figures why not live his truth and be gay in the meantime. unfortunately this also means he commits to almost nothing and never plans for the future. this is probably a bigger factor on why he dumped johnny doe. he stills has feelings for him though, even if he acts like he doesn't.

he's somehow not very surprised, but still disappointed, to find out his clingy ex murdered him in a passion in a past life.

um. tl;dr

[arisdiaryposts]

The Man In the Ghostface mask

chapter 2

Ever since that Halloween night, I've been thinking about Ghostface. Mainly wondering who is he? why did he spare me? And not to forget, why did he kiss me?! Do I know him?! Who is the man in the Ghostface mask?! As my mind was filled with questions, my phone began to ring. I picked up my phone and immediately frowned.

It was Liam...

I groaned, What does he want? Ever since that night, that night that Liam had betrayed me, used me, and basically gave me to the man in the Ghostface mask. I immediately blocked him on all social platforms and deleted his number, but apparently, that doesn't seem to be working nor helping.

Rolling my eyes, I hung up...

*ring ring*

UGH! Why can't his dumb ass get the hint?! As I picked up my phone, I decided to answer it.

I sighed. "What do you want, liam?" I asked, annoyed.

"Baby please let me explain!" He asked with a desperate tone in his voice.

"No! What you did liam was soo fucking foul on so many levels it's not even fucking funny! I HAVE NOTHING TO SAY TO YOU! YOU BETRAYED ME! I COULD'VE DIED! But as usual, you don't care and consider this number blocked too!"

"B-baby wai-"

Before he could say anymore, I hung up and blocked him. I groaned loudly and fell on my bed,Please, God, end this. Give me the strength to not go fucking insane! I'm honestly so sick and tired of Liam and his bullshit lies. It's tiring, I thought to myself as I'm staring up at my star covered ceiling that had my L.E.D. lights on red mode. I sighed, turning over on my side, frowning while my mind went back to that Halloween night....

where Liam and me were making out in a field of orange trees, then a masked man came out and pulled a butcher knife and Liam deciding to be a coward motherfucker, pulled me in front of him and pushed me to the masked man who had to have been a legit serial killer.

I groaned again. Killer. Did I really just make out with a total stranger who could've been a whole ass serial killer?

I moved my body to lay on my stomach, and I hit my face with my cuddleez pillow baymax that I had gotten from Disneyland with my cousin and her dad. I sighed, fun times. I then turned my head to the right and gazed out the window, looking at the starry night sky, and sighed. As I closed my eyes so I could let sleep consume me.

But before i could even let precious sleep consume my body, my phone began ringing... again.

"UGHHHH!" I groaned loudly. With my eyes still closed, I grabbed my phone and answered.

"Okay, listen here asshole! WE ARE DONE! FINISHED! STOP CALLING ME CAUSE HONESTLY LIAM I AM NO-"

"Aw, is my little cheerleader having a bad night?" Darkly chuckles.

my breathing hitched as my eyes shot open. t-that doesn't sound like Liam and I sat up right quickly. That name. Cheerleader. "G-ghostface?" I said quietly. He let out a dark chuckle.

"Hi baby,"

I immediately began blushing and trying to hide my smile at the pet name, and i tried to keep my composure and not sqeaul so loudly and show him my excitement.

But I took a deep breath and sighed, "Hi Ghostface, um...how are you?" I asked, sitting in a kneel while picking at the skin near my nails....seriously, did I really just asked How are you to a serial killer?!

But then again, I've never had a serial killer obsessed with me before or spared my life or gave me the make out of a lifetime and gave me his legit phone number.

"I'm doing just great, baby~ How are you, mi bella?" He said with a purr. my jaw just DROPPED! OH MY GOWD That's Italian?! HES ITALIAN!...well, that explains why he was such an amazing kisser. I then began smiling like an idiot while i blushed furiously, but i tried to calm myself, so he didn't know I'm getting excited.

"T-thats good, I'm glad to h-hear that..and for me, I'm doing okay.. I guess.." Great, now I'm stuttering. How does this man have a chokehold on me already?!

He hummed. "What do you mean you guess Bella?"

Shit.

"Oh, uh.. It's nothing really..." I chuckled nervously while bitting and picking at the skin from my nail.

"It's okay, princess. You can tell me. tell Ghostface what's troubling you amore mio~?"

Damnit!

A sqeauk came out of my mouth as I said, "Okay!" He began chuckling and muttered a small cute under his breath.

O.M.G my face feels like it's on fucking fire due to me blushing so damn furiously and my cheeks hurt from smiling so hard. A giggle was gonna escaped, but I shook my head, and I took deep breaths to calm myself and cleared my throat, and began telling him my troubles.

"Well, it's just.." I groaned loudly. "IT'S JUST LIAM!! Like he won't leave me alone! Like ever since that Halloween night when he literally just left me to die at your hands, no offense - " i got off my bed.

"None taken, but continue, baby." He chuckles.

"He has been blowing my phone up ever since, like, can't he just take a hint like we are done! Finished! He made his choice, so I don't get why he expects me to welcome him back with open arms?!" I say frantically, pacing back and forth in my room.

He hums "well don't worry about it, baby, Ghostface will take care of it~" he let's out a coo, then turns it into a sinister chuckle.

Huh? Before I could even ask what he meant, he hung up.

He's gonna kill Liam, isn't he?...

Yeahh ... he's gonna kill him.

I sigh as I throw my phone on the bed , go into a kneel, and get my Converse from under the bed. I sat on my butt and started putting my shoes on.

The motherfucking audacity! WHY DIDN'T HE INVITE ME? I mean... I know I shouldn't be thinking that way and should only be on my way to Liams house to stop Ghostface from killing Liam cuz apparently Liams " Innocent " but let's face reality here is Liam really THAT Innocent?

As I got my shoes on and tied the laces. I decided to take my red hoodie off, which revealed my outfit, a short, tight black romper. As I threw my hoodie on my bed, I undid my messy ponytail and let my straight wavy like long thick dark brown hair w pintura highlights fall down to my back, I grabbed my phone, and headed to my window. I moved the curtains further open and pulled my window up. I then carefully begin to climb out my window.

As I successfully managed to climb out my window, I then carefully began to walk to the big hollow tree that's basically on my house and started to climb on it to climb down.

As I jumped down from the branch of the hollow tree. I then started running to liams house. His mom and sister are out of town right now, so he's basically home alone. As I'm running to his house, I get chills, which sends a shiver down my spine. Odd, it's not even cold? Then it hit me.. I'm being watched.

Could it be Ghostface? I stopped running and turned to look behind me but only to see nothing there, Werid? I then turned forward and started running again.

As I was approaching Liams, it pretty much looked normal to me. The lights were on downstairs, and up stairs, there was a room with the light on. Basically, everything looks normal. This is getting so confusing and weird?

Just in case I walked closer to the house. Everything looks okay? So what gives? But then again, it could look like a total blood bath in there. I wonder if they still have their key under the mat? I thought to myself.

As I walked up the steps to the front door, I bent down to lift the mat.

Bingo!

I grabbed the spare key and took small steps to the door. I put the key in and

*click*

As I unlocked the door. I quietly like a mouse went inside. I closed the door quietly from behind me. I then started to take a look around. The living room looked okay, No signs of a struggle or forced entry or broken pictures with glass on the floor, no blood splatters. I then went into the kitchen, and the same thing it looked sqeauky clean. There was nothing out of the ordinary, and again, there was no blood. I hummed and let out a muttered "werid?" I exited the kitchen and started quietly heading up the upstairs. As I reached the top of the stairs, i stopped in my tracks and froze....

On the floor there was a pool of blood on the floor then it started becoming droplets like someone started walking and trailing it to one of the rooms.

Looks like Ghostface was here after all, and Liam is probably dead already. Or Liam could've fought back and gotten Ghostface, and it's actually Ghostfaces blood on the floor. That thought immediately made my heart drop to my stomach. As I took a deep breath and shook my head to get rid of that image.

The image of Ghostface laying dead on the floor covered in his own blood gutted and killed by Liam. I took another deep breath as I breathed out.

I then began following the trail of blood. As I'm following the blood trail, it looks like it's actually is leading to the loft and not one of the rooms.

As I get closer and closer to the loft, I then begin hearing sounds? I stopped and listened...it sounds like munching and slurping? Is someone eating? I stopped in my tracks to get a good listen.

*munching* *slurps* *gulps*

I mutter out a, "What the-?" My eyes widened. Am I really hearing this?

*munching* *slurps* *gulps*

As i just stood there listening to this, my mind goes to two spimple questions. Is Ghostface a cannibal? Or is liam the one doing this? I am so confused. Like what is going on? I then started walking again but made sure not to alert Ghostface or whoever it is of my presence. As I peaked around the corner to see the loft, I was horrified to see what I had discovered...

wow wow WOW!! I DID IT! WHOO HO! I can't believe I was finally able to finish chapter 2! 😍 this chapter was just absolutely amazing and just by reading it its like I'm actually reading an actual book and this means so so so much to me and I hope you guys enjoy this and again to the people who dont just keep scrolling please cause I don't have the time or energy to put up with your negative comments. but ANYWAYSSS enjoy this everyone and leave a comment on what you thought and question...what do you think happened? And what did I find? Also, I think you guys can guess who Ghostface is LOL, but have fun, everyone, and enjoy! MWAH! 😊💗

@luv4fandoms @oceansrose2002 @britany1997 & @beoneofus

#the lost boys 1987 #lost boys imagine #tlb 1987 #the lost boys #slashers #horror

[sxstheticx]

RED WINE|K.NJ|

|Pairing|•Yandere Kim namjoon×mafia f.reader.

|Genre|•Mystery-Thriller, obsessive/yandere step brother, dark au.

|Summary|• He changed Her into a better person but one day suddenly he changed himself too...

|Warning|• Mentions of Little space, MD/LB, a lot of toxic people, cheating, manipulation, murders, yandere behaviour.

|Disclaimer|•This is a fiction means the storyline,character's behaviour, everything is fictional. I have used idols names here for a good and clear imagination so there real-life don't have anything related to this. The storyline and banner is mine so kindly don't copy or repost.Read at your own choice.

"So did you find anyone"

Y/n said as she took another sip of her red wine enjoying the beautiful view of the city full of lights by the huge balcony infront of her.

"Yes mam we did, he isn't like the last ones but I hope you will like him"

"Where is he ?"

She asked again taking another sip with a cold face.

"There"

Her secretary, Ellen, said as she looked down the room by the glass Wall.

She chuckled and said...

"Such a innocent, can't even take a sip of whiskey and is making disgusted face just by the smell of beer"

"Yes mam he is really innocent just like you wanted for you"

"Info"

"Kim namjoon, a intelligent college students or in another language, a typical intelligent nerd, is way too innocent, it's his last year of college and currently is a tutor by profession, had a crush in his first year but soon she was murdered by a serial killer leaving a depressed and broken namjoon behind and he never dated a girl till yet not even held hands with one"

"And what about family"

"He's a orphan, his parents died when he was 13 and he was raised by his father's sister but last year she also died in a plane crash"

"More sad then expected but that's not my problem...bring him tommorow for the contract"

Y/n said as she took the last sip and left from there like a queen she is.

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"Umm hyung can I please know where am I"

Namjoon asked as the man who was holding him felt pity on him.

"He is way too pure, we kidnapped him and even threatened him with guns but this boy didn't even cursed...I really feel bad for him"

"Yes, you're right I really hope he don't end up like othe-"

Two if the men present in that room were talking to eachother but stopped when they noticed y/n entering the room and quickly bowed to her.

"Jack and minseok it was good working with you hope you have a great life ahead"

Y/n said as soon as she entered the room and shooted them both with her favourite gun as namjoon screamed out of his lungs whereas others didn't even flinched and cleared the mess as soon as possible.

Namjoon was already scared and this act was enough for him to be scared for eternity.

Y/n's cold face turned into a warm and comforting one as soon as she saw namjoon's face.

She went closer to him making namjoon panic but then she just hugged him with so much care and concern which made namjoon comfortable and he hugged her back more tighter.

A normal 27 year old would never do that but he did, why, because he's in his little space.

Yes, because of all the traumas namjoon faced in his life, he became a little one as an outcome.

He had a pretty well control on this but in the last two months y/n's people were drugging him and because of that he lost all the control on his concious mind and is now a complete little one, he still sometimes comes back to his normal self but from now on y/n isn't gonna allow him to do so.

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It's been a month since y/n and namjoon are living together and honestly in this one month namjoon became much more than a sugar baby to y/n and She can't even imagine to live without her joonie.

"Mommy mommy look uncle elli iz too fast, he alwayz catches joonie and then joonie luses all hish chocolatesh"

Namjoon came running inside the room followed by Ellen with a box of chocolates.

"Omo my baby don't worry mommy will buy you soo many chocolates and will also scold uncle, is that okay now"

Y/n said putting her glass of wine aside.

"Yesh"

Namjoon said with a pout and sat on y/n's lap giving her a peck on her cheak.

"Aigoo my joonie wants cuddles from mommy"

Y/n asked softly caressing his hair as namjoon nodded snuggling into her chest putting his plushie, koya, beside them on the night stand.

"Ellen you can go home now"

"But mam how can I leave you and namjoon sir alone, this cabin is in a dark jungle with no population around, it can be dangerous"

"Ellen I know you're concerned, I will be okay like I always have been"

"But mam no one is here expect you me and namjoon sir-"

"Ellen"

"Sigh...okay mam as you wish but please be safe, it's isn't just one day or one weak it's a matter of a month"

"Yes Ellen I will be don't worry"

Y/n said as Ellen bowed to her and left from there with a worried face.

Y/n is here at her favourite cabin with namjoon to spend a month with him, only with him.

She is a billionaire businesswoman of mafia world and like others she also gets only a little amount of time for herself and now she finally has a month for herself to relax and enjoy and she wants to do it with namjoon her one and only love.

Yes, y/n is a sugar mommy because she wasn't interested in love and relationships until she met namjoon and now he is the only one in her life who has the right to love her.

They have never been intimate with eachother because first namjoon is a little and second y/n doesn't need physical relationships to prove her love, she is happy with the innocent namjoon she has.

"Mommy can you plixz bring chocolate milk for joonie, joonie is thirty"

"Okay baby just wait here for mommy"

Y/n said as she left from there.

Y/n was in her kitchen pouring some more red wine in her glass after making a jar of chocolate milk for namjoon.

She was done and was about to pick the tray of drinks up that's when the lights got off and the whole house became dark in just a second.

"Oh god these powercuts I really have to do something with them but for now I should go to joon he for sure is shivering under the blanket because of fear"

She went to her room but didn't found namjoon anywhere.

"Joon...joon...joonie"

Y/n called him but got no response that's when she felt a sudden pain in her head...somehow hit her head with something really hard.

Y/n tried to look who is it but before that she already passed out.

"Agh my head"

Y/n said waking up and soon she realised she was tied up to the bed.

"What the- who the hell tied me and who is that fucking bitch who hit me on my head"

Y/n screamed struggling to get out of those handcuffs that's when she noticed namjoon who was sitting on a chair infront of her... smirking.

He wasn't wearing a koala hoodie anymore and was sitting there wearing a proper professional suit looking absolutely handsome and hot but scary also.

"Joonie... Joon come here help mum with these handcuffs and first of all look that door so that you can be save from the-"

Namjoon started laughing hard as y/n stopped speaking with a confused face.

"Oh god y/n you're a mafia but still didn't got what's happening here and telling me to be safe from myself...what a stupidity"

Y/n was confused for some more seconds but then she realised everything.

"WHO ARE YOU ?"

Y/n shouted pissed off by the betrayal.

"Oh you're a smart lady anyways-"

"JUST ANSWER MY FUCKING QUESTION"

"Oh my stop shouting young lady it's bad-"

"JUST ANSWER YOU SON OF A BITC-"

Y/n wasn't able to complete her sentence as namjoon started choking her.

"i..am..being..kind..that..doesn't..mean..that..you..will..say..whatever..shit..you..want..to..say"

He was still choking her but she didn't showed any fear in her eyes, there was only one thing visible there...anger.

Namjoon chuckled and left her neck but she didn't even coughed.

"Such a fearless hoe but don't worry I will change it soon now let me tell you who am I"

Namjoon said sitting beside her as he caressed her cheaks with a smirk.

"Mrs. Kim mi-young, my mother was such a great lady am I right ?"

Namjoon said staring straight in her eyes as y/n's eyes widened by the sudden shock.

"O-oppa"

"Yes my little sis, oppa is back"

This line was enough to flash memories in her mind line by line, scene by scene.

Flashback...

Y/n's parents, both were mafias and working, result she was always alone.

But a caretaker, Kim mi-young was always with her, the only one who cared for her always unconditionally.

She had a son, a 13 year old son, he always used to come with her to play with 9 year old y/n.

But one day both of them got lost, with the death of her father.

She knows that her father died because of his enemy's son but she doesn't know where her favourite oppa and caretaker aunt got lost.

When y/n grew up, she started to use boys for her satisfaction so that she can find her dad's enemy's son and torture him.

Flashback end...

"Oppa, where were you ?"

She questioned.

"You still don't know ?"

Namjoon asked as a reply.

"What should I know ?"

She asked, he just scoffed.

"That your dear father or my dear father was the one who used my mother and then killed her"

He said calmly.

Y/n was still processing, but soon realised the meaning of his words.

"What ?"

"Yes, that night when we got home father was there with your mother, at first my mom was happy that he maybe confessed to your mother that he was cheating on your mother with my mother and my mother was his first love, and was going to hug him but instead of hugging my mother......he stabbed her mercilessly with your mother.

He used her and then killed Her, he was about to kill me too but my mother saved me with her neck sliced open because of the knife that was meant for me.

That day I ran away, and soon I killed him too, I killed the one who destroyed my mother, I was about to kill your mother too but she ran away with you"

He explained with a face of mixed emotions.

"My mother left her everything for a monster and in return, he killed her...so I killed him too"

He said with a satisfied face.

Y/n was scared, devastated, sad, angry, guilty, every negative emotion was there in her eyes.

"Baby you are the only one I have now, you won't leave me now, right ?"

Y/n's emotional side was controlling her, she wasn't in her sences, the only sence working in her head was namjoon's little step sis.

She just nodded to her joon oppa as namjoon smirked and hugged her.

"Mission accomplished"

He whispered snuggling in her neck as he kissed her cheek like a baby.

After that namjoon and y/n just mixed up in the air for the world.

No one was able to find them or the wooden cabin in that forest.

For everyone, either the sky swolled them or the earth ate them, the were never found again.

And about y/n's mother, she was found dead in her mansion the same day Ellen left y/n alone in her wooden cabin.

Her death was mysterious and unsolvable.

Things got back to there way, everyone got what they deserved, isn't it ?

#bts fanfiction #kim namjoon #namjoon x reader #namjoon fanfiction #dark au #yandere oneshot #bts one shot

[abla-soso]

Hori. Chooses. The one panel of Toga obsessing over wanting to kill kids and be like Stain when drinking their blood and has Uraraka affirm it as such a pure and beautiful smile. I...cannot. The message is so all over the place. It's basic shonen redemption and everybody pretending the message is something above any other shonen because a token jail time is guaranteed must never have read anything and just repeating what they heard online. Also "the boob grab was of course just dirty-minded, naughty misinterpretation, Toga just needed that support to be able to pull the knife out of Uraraka midair" It's so obvious how commercial focused the writing and merchandising is and yet...

Oh nooooooo. Hori, wtf? 😭

That's.. not how a hero shows compassion and empathy to a remorseless serial killer. That's not how a hero de-speculates a violent terrorist hellbent on mass murder and destruction. That's how a parent sweetly talks to their mentally challenged kid to calm them down from a mild tantrum! 😭. How the hell am I supposed to take this "save the villains" plot seriously now? lmaooooo. The tone is laughably uneven and fucked, and there are no serious stakes anymore.

His "saving the villains" plot is getting almost as bad as his "racism is bad" plot, yikes. The overall message in both plots is tone-deaf and eye-rollingly clumsy.

The guy can not seriously explore any overarching and complex societal issues on a big scale because he can't balance the "justice vs mercy" part of it (balancing that part is a crucial step in writing any satisfying and nuanced villain redemption story). He can't balance his writing of the villains as BOTH victims and victimizers, equally so. That's why there was hardly any mention of the villain's victims and their right to seek justice. Because Hori is too focused on the villains as victims. He's too focused on them as individuals wronged by society (mercy) and can't engage with the complex social effects of their crimes (justice).

He's only very good when it comes to exploring the issues of individual relationships (families and friendships) and how they might affect society on a small scale. That's why he was able to force Enji and Bakuguo to acknowledge their victims and allowed them to seek their own justice on their own terms while also giving Enji and Bakuguo some mercy. That's the only way he can balance the "justice vs mercy" part of the story.

#bnha manga spoilers

[frostyjotuns]

I transcribed up Xavier’s monologue from Immortal X-Men #10 bc I’ve been obsessed for months 

Are you suspicious of me? I hope so.

After all, I have done much to be suspicious of. It is one of my ways of protecting everyone. People should be suspicious of me. Let me explain.

I am an idealist who experience has taught to be practical. It’s hard to hold onto an ideal when I know what they really think about us. About me.

We talk about “Xavier’s Dream.” Note the phrasing. It’s not “Xavier’s sensible and achievable policy.” It is not even “Xavier’s Five Year Plan.”

It’s a dream-- intangible, may as well be nothing. Dreams can be forgotten in the morning so easily. I did not form the X-Men to fulfill the dream. I created them to ensure there was a world where the dream-- any dream-- could come true.

Yes, “sworn to protect a world that hates and fears them.” But… protect it from who?

I am a father to many. In turn, I had many fathers. They were each, in their own way, terrible. Even the monster who killed me had a hand in my upbringing, in a failed, foolish attempt to buy himself immortality. Scott and I share Sinister as a meddling Foster Parent. We never talked about it, which is so like us both.

So many terrible fathers. I wished not to become any of them. I succeeded. I became a terrible father in my own way.

I try to dream a world where terrible fathers are gone. But it is, of course, a dream, and we have already talked of the nature of dreams.

“To me, my X-Men.” See what that implies? They are mine. I called them to me. So I choose who to call.

Between my gifts and Cerebro, I knew who was out there. I could have called anyone. The Morlocks, I left them in the tunnels. I ignored so many others who needed help but who I couldn’t save. Not yet. Instead?

Bobby: an ocean of talent, barely touched. Beast: a mutant gift chained to a genius that exceeded mine. Warren: a mutant gift married to wealth that exceeded my own. Jean: a prodigy beyond imagining.

And Scott… a mutant who had already been carved into what a team so badly needs… Then later, when I expanded the ranks?

A goddess with the honed skills of a thief. A trained circus acrobat. An ex-interpol agent… and, of course, let us not forget the black-ops killer. Even little kitty wasn’t a girl next door-- unless you lived next door to a precocious hacker of ludacris talent.

There were so many mutants out there… but I didn’t pick them. I gathered people who could do a job. To protect a world that hates and fears us. In what way do we primarily do that?

Many have noted that we spend most of our time fighting other mutants, confusing-- in the language of programmers-- feature for bug. This is why we exist.

I had a boy and he nearly destroyed the world with runaway thoughts. Moira’s child was a serial killer who could carve reality with his mind. When Jean Grey lost control, a planet burned. And these are weaknesses of character and fortune, not active planned malice.

I have looked at Sinister across the Quiet Council, and shuddered, thinking what he would choose to do if given complete freedom… and how I wish we hadn’t needed him to make our would-be paradise.

You’re starting to understand now. This is the awful truth.

When a child comes out to bigoted parents, it destroys lives. When Magneto came out as a mutant, he killed a whole town in his grief. Being a mutant shares traits with other persecuted groups, but it is unlike it in one key way.

We are dangerous.

They are right to be frightened. Imagine asking those Erik tore apart in his grief for little Anya whether or not we should be feared. I dare say there were mutant corpses in that town, too. We hurt our own. We hurt everyone. If there isn’t someone to stop that.

Look at the X-Men and understand they are born of fear for our worst potential and were my first line of defense in ensuring we do not kill ourselves. It has worked. The Earth beneath our feet is proof. But there is one key question you should ask…

Why do you think I was so worried about the potential of mutants with grandiose power? I have a mirror. I looked in it.

I have often thought how lucky it is that I was given my talents and Erik was given his. Know this with absolute certainty … If our places were switched and Erik had my gifts when he was at his absolute worst, there would be no humans left alive today.

Cerebro lets me find all mutants. In other words’ words, it lets me find all humans.

If I wanted, I could work through them all, placing a psychic trigger in each. A decade's work, perhaps? Most minds aren't difficult. One day, I’d be done.

And on that day, the entire human race would have woken up, walked over to the nearest sharp object and opened up their throats. Humanity would have bled out one bloody morning. And that's if I saw the world as Erik did then. Imagine if I were simply corrupt.

Emma thinks I manipulate this council, and she's right. But she also knows that if I chose, I could have done so in a far more brutal, direct and immoral way. As could she. The entire world could follow our whims and sometimes I wonder if I'm wrong not to do it.

Every time they act with some foolish, hateful policy, I know that I could have stopped it. I am complicit.

I have a secret. There will never be a nuclear war. If the Doomsday Clock ever hit midnight, all those warmongers' hands would hover over the red button… and find themselves incapable of pressing it. If one tried to bypass that, those who are trained to fire the missile would similarly halt in their tracks. There is a Psychic Block in place. I put it there to save the world from ourselves. Like I placed the x-men.

I did it with a thought. Are you petrified? Good. You see things as I do.

I am afraid of my own capabilities, because if you are not afraid of my capabilities, you are simply not thinking hard enough.

That's the thing to understand: Mutants have been victims, but I am not. I am never a victim. I choose to let them persecute me, because the alternative would be the death of us all. I am a martyr.

so I make people suspicious of me, so they are watching me, in case I turn to even shadowier paths, I hope I have succeeded. I am far from a perfect person… but we should all wake up every morning and be grateful that my power and skill is not in the hands of one who is even slightly worse than I am.

It would be a disaster neither species could survive.

#x-men #immortal x-men #charles xavier #professor x #transcript

[edspeleerscock]

It’s been You.

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Chapter info!; Anticipated Goldrose || Mentions of Beck || Captivity || Degradation (?) || Rhys being just a little desperate || Infantilization / treated like a pet

Chapter summary; Captivity was unavoidable, just as learning something about the captor you'd rather not.

Word count; 1.4k

Regaining his consciousness, the American found himself where he didn't want to be. The cage. Although instead of being besides a dead body, he was alone. Whether it was a curse or a blessing he wouldn't be smelling rotten flesh wasn't all too clear, but being stuck between four impenetrable glass walls definitely didn't help. His head was throbbing, a bruise must've taken its place by now.

Moving was a different story, however, as his wrists were bound behind his back with firm and chunky handcuffs. His legs were free, which was a surprise. The only downside was he'd been stripped almost completely naked and didn't have anything he had brought along with him. The only remaining article of clothing being his underwear. Wonder why.

The cage was ice cold. Not even the curtains that kept him covered could bring in any heat or warm him up through the lights. All he had in here was a poor excuse of a bed. Nothing more or less. At least when he did this he had the decency to give his victims something to stay occupied. But no, he was stuck in a cage with close to nothing covering him and nothing to keep him from going insane.

"Finally, you're awake." A voice spoke through the glass door.

Not a word was uttered in response as the American tiredly looked up. The man that looked down at him didn't look the same. Far from what he'd seen earlier.

"You left me no choice, Joe." Rhys began, "If had you let me have you when I asked, instead of being like this, none of this would've happened." He seemed a little disheartened in what he was saying, which was understandable to a degree, "Kate would've been spared if you had've checked your messages. However, I'm not going to hold that over your head as I'm sure it's eating you alive right now."

In reaction, Jonathan snarled. He was still out for blood here, there were no middle ground he could stand on to convince himself with that what had happened was right. At least he could accept he was a serial killer and vowed to do better besides himself.

An amused laugh passed Rhys' lips. He found it hilarious with how threatening Jonathan was trying to be. It wasn't working, but it was comical, "You can't scare me, Joe. You're in the cage here, not me." He tutted as he spoke, "I'm sure you're wondering why I'd cuffed your hands, aren't you?"

Not a peep came from Jonathan. He just stared in absolute disgust and disbelief.

The hunter became the hunted in a sick and twisted game he didn't even know he was playing.

"I'll take that as a yes." He sounded disappointed he didn't get a response, although why he expected one was unclear, "You're a danger to us both, Joe. I couldn't risk you doing anything to either me or yourself while you're here. I trust you won't attempt to harm me, however I can't be too cautious with you." He slipped his hands into his pockets as he spoke, his eyes didn't once tear from those puffy eyes, "If you listen and do as I ask, maybe I'll uncuff you. Until then you'll stay like this."

There was so much he could say right now after hearing the bloody waterfall that just fell from Rhys' lips. His blood boiled as he had no choice but to speak to him, and only him, "I'm not a fucking rabid dog, Rhys. I'm also not a fucking toy for you, because you clearly think I am." He awkwardly stood himself up with the help of the glass. Now standing, he slowly approached the front of the cage where Rhys stood, "I'm not for you. Not in this timeline or the next. You don't own me, nor have any autonomy over me. You never fucking will. You are just obsessed, allowing this obsession to eat away at your brain until I'm the only fucking thing you can think about. The only coherent thought you have, the only thing that you ever dream about. The only way you can ever get your pathetic self to sleep is through this.. This psychotic obsession. Until you've had enough of me not knowing who you are and slipping up purposely so I go out my way to get someone back you've already fucking killed. You set this up. You knew what you were doing. You waited until the last second to pull me in to your world and you've blocked the fucking exit, Rhys. You are fucking sick." He spoke with such passion yet such rage it was a little impressive. Going from not wanting to even have a conversation to having a one sided argument trying to find a way out.

Hearing such violent words didn't stop Rhys from having a very different reaction. Seeing it as praise for his appalling actions moreover anything. Butterflies were what he felt, as well as sickeningly nervous and overwhelmed with a warm feeling. He loved being spoken down to like this. Something he was clearly getting off to, although be it subtly, "Oh yeah?" His tone was challenging, hiding the desperation in his voice. He was finally getting what he wanted, what he dreamed of.

"You're a monster, Rhys." Jonathan flatly stated, leaning his bruised temple against the glass, "You.. You make me sick. You're a stain on my life and anyone else who knows you. I hate you, Rhys. I hate you for everything you've done. For the hell you've cast over my life since I moved here. For the stalking, the cryptic messages, the fucking sexual innuendos. You. You are the problem, Rhys. The one person with the power to ruin lives just because you don't agree with how others live. You are the monster everyone has been worrying about. I. Hate. You. Rhys." He spat his final statement, tears in his eyes. He wanted to give up already, he wasn't getting anywhere with this and he knew it. He was just projecting.

Listening to such heavenly words, Rhys had to hold himself back from palming himself over his trousers. He was close embarrassingly close to doing it, though, "Fuck, Jonathan, you do such disgusting things to me when you talk like that." He admitted with a quivering grin, his face ever so slightly flushed red, "I could listen to it all day." He brought a hand to his mouth as he wiped away some saliva, "Sadly I don't have all evening to listen. Maybe tomorrow." He had seemingly regained his composure, or created that illusion he had, "Until then, my love."

With that, Rhys took his leave. Leaving Jonathan plunged in darkness until the morning.

Being left alone, he bashed his head against the glass out of frustration. It didn't do anything helpful other than cause a small gash on his temple. Ugh, how annoying. Then, what Rhys said hit him.

He was getting off to that.

Jonathan felt his stomach turn as some acid found itself in his mouth. He swallowed, against his will, then vomited all over the glass. This entire situation disgusted him more than dismembering Malcolm.

'If this is karma, then I pray it kills me at the end of this.'

He stumbled over to the mattress and slumped down onto it. Utterly defeated. He can't escape this place, nor will he ever at this rate. This would be his eternal hell, an inescapable prison. One where his word means close to nothing unless it's getting his captor off.

Now he understood. He understood how Beck felt. The disgust she must've felt looking into the eyes of a cold hearted killer that professed his love to her even when she begged for him to go away. The despair she must've felt knowing she could never get away from him until she gave him.

Give in.

That's what he has to do.

No matter how much it pains him to do it. No matter how much he hates every second of it. If it gives him the freedom that had been stripped from him, then that's what he has to do. But if he does it so suddenly, he'd more than likely set off some alarms and this tedious process would take much longer than it should. So much longer.

He rested his head against the glass as he felt blood trickling down his nose and down his cheek. Why did he do that? Not only would he have to worry about having his own blood form a dried bloody river on his body, he'd be smelling his own vomit until it gets cleaned. No sleep for him, then. Not like he was planning on sleeping anyway as he feared for his own safety even in the 'safety' of the cage.

This would be a painfully long night.

#goldrose #you netflix #rhys montrose #joe goldberg #joe x rhys #rhys x joe #jonathan moore #ed speleers #penn badgley #goldrose brainrot