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scarrypossmscribs · 11 months

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Maybe a reverse comfort with James, where he had a nightmare that brought back bad memories? Or MC trying to escape from James after he had kidnapped them? Or even one where MC makes a new friend, and starts spending more time with them then James. Those are just some prompts off the top of my head.

A Feeble Attempt ~ BLD Mini Fic

James belongs to @hotpinkmoon! cw!Mild gore cw!Vomit (mentioned once but just to be safe, reader did not vomit just felt like they might) cw!Implied Stalking cw!Kidnapping cw!Death [srry this took a bit to write! i got carried away a bit]

Just when you had thought life was going well for you.

You had just started making more connections, other than the first meeting you had with James that fateful night. So why? Why did you ignore the signs? The furrowed brows whenever you mentioned one of the new people you had met. The heated glares at anyone who touched you, or anyone you touched, that you'd see sometimes when he thought you weren't looking. Sharp eyes practically screaming at them to get away, that you're his. Even while masked, his facial expression silently spelled out how much he wanted to tear their corpses to shreds. Foolish. And oh so naive. Whoever told you not to judge a book by its cover as a child could go suck an egg. James had left a few hours earlier to go to... well whatever his job was. Though it was hard to imagine it was anything legal, after what he had done to you the night before. Leaving you all alone with your self-deprecating thoughts. The thick chain bound to your ankle weighed down on you, not just physically, but mentally as well. A heavy feeling settled uninvited on your chest, squeezing your lungs as you felt a headache build up from the unending waves of stress threatening to drag you back into a dreamless sleep. Hah.. maybe that would be better actually. So you wouldn't have to deal with all this right now. The newly formed headache wasn't helping the dull pain from when James knocked you out earlier, either.

Eyes fluttering closed, your mind brings you back to a few weeks ago, when this all started.

Getting close to people, especially when you'd just moved to a new town, wasn't always the easiest thing. The first time you met James was a lucky... or unlucky accident. But finally, after at least a month, you'd broken down the walls of one of your co-workers. You remember telling James, eyes shining, how you'd exchanged numbers and had started chatting with each other outside of work. And how he responded with an eye roll, reminding you to be careful about who you put your trust in. Which you had ended up teasing him for, because didn't the both of you only meet a month ago? You had laughed at the irony of his words back then. A cheeky smile on your face as you watched him eye roll again, boasting about how he wasn't a loser like your co-worker. Why hadn't you noticed the malice in his tone back then? You had continued to meet up with your new friend, though you tried not to mention them around James as much, as his jealousy became more and more obvious. Why did you think that was normal? Until last night, when you'd gone to grab dinner with them. It was such a normal night. A simple meeting between two new friends. The sky was clear of clouds, the air fresh with the scent of summer. Sun setting across the horizon as the moon became more visible in the sky. Stars starting to peak out one by one, decorating the sky as one of nature's most wonderful pieces of art. Only the feeling of regret that the day was ending weighed on your mind. They had left for a moment to go get something from their car as you waited for them to come back so you could both order. Only for that moment to turn into 15 minutes, and then half an hour. Your heart had been filled with disappointment. The budding trust between you completely shattered. Did they really ditch you? Why? Confused frustration sunk into your brain, trying to reflect on all your interactions. Over analyzing every word and facial expression, the thought that maybe you had done something wrong forming a pit in your stomach.

Leaving the restaurant, you had checked your phone to give them a piece of your mind. Just... something to express the pain you were currently trying to push down. Only to be confused at the panicked, misspelled texts all over the screen. ...Maybe you shouldn't keep your phone on silent anymore. Trying to sift through the barrage of messages, you feel your blood run cold.

8:02 Het i think something/one is following me? Taking the long way from my car, ill b back a little late, dw and just order

8:05 Im def bejng followed, im sure of it, its some mask wearking dude holy fuck hoym

8:06 Shot sjit why did i goin and ally way oh ym god he has a knofe im running tm please pelase read this im begigng you its the one to the rght i think restirant i mean call somekne or soemtbing just plesae read this

8:06 Red hair green eye s please read tbis typjng is hard im so scared hesn fuckng llaughing trung 911 its hrd pleas e help

All the other messages had too many spelling mistakes to piece together, but you got the meaning. Red hair? Green eyes? Masked? Trying to block out the similarities you squeezed through the cluttered alleyway. Trying not to trip over discarded boxes or abandoned litter as you had frantically searched for any sign of them. You remember how just moments before they were showing off the area, smiling as they told you how they knew all the secret shortcuts around town. Now it seemed like this was a shortcut to their death. You shook your head, trying to clear the unwanted thoughts. Don't think like that. They didn't die. They probably dropped their phone. They're going to be okay. Your self-comfort came to an abrupt stop as the sight of a bloodied body came into view. There was blood... so much blood that you had thought your sight would've been stained red forever. The dark red fluid clearly looking coagulated. It was obvious that they had died a bit ago. Frozen, you felt your guts twist at the sight of theirs. The urge to throw up rising in your throat. You quickly moved your eyes away. Trying not to gag as you took out your phone to call the cops, only to notice their left hand. They still had their phone in their hand, and from where you were, you could see how the screen was cracked, and how their hand was broken and odd angles. You shivered, horrified by how the killer went out of their way to make their death so much more painful. This didn't just look like a murder, but torture. With a sudden BANG, your head had been slammed against the wall behind you, skewed sight taking in the red-haired attacker above you. "Tsk, I shouldn't have played around with them." James muttered under his breath, looking down at corpse before stomping on their hand once again. He looked calmer after doing so, smiling as he looked back at you with soft eyes. "Shh babe, don't cry." He murmured adoringly, cupping your face and wiping the tears you didn't know were there, before picking up your slumped body with ease. Head stinging and teary eyes drooping closed, the last thing you saw was the moon's curved smile looking down on you mockingly, the twinkling stars seeming to laugh at your stupidity as the breeze sighed in disappointment. Why were you sleeping? Why weren't you trying to escape?!

Your brain forced you to jolt awake, back to reality, back to being confined in someone's 'house'. Frustrated tears stung your eyes again as a helpless feeling sunk into your bones. A suffocating pain that you couldn't get rid of. Why couldn't you just have had a dreamless sleep like you wanted? Still though, gulping back your feelings, you shakily remembered those last words that had rung through your mind. With all the time in the world to start planning, you looked around the room. Scouring for any way to escape, or anything you could use to get out. The small room had no windows. Not even a door. It was both frustrating and favorable for you. You couldn't see what time it was outside, but at the same time, James wouldn't be able to see what you were doing inside. And the exit was right there. Though it wasn't like you'd be able to get past it. Not with the chain around your leg. Though you were glad he hadn't used to shorter collar one on you that you got a glimpse of before. Contemplating, you stared at your ankle in silence. Trying to brainstorm any way to get it off. Breaking the chain would take too long, and you were positive that James would be able to quickly find out what you were trying to do. Playing nice wasn't an option either. No way were you going to go along with whatever he had in store for you. Not after everything you had seen him do.

Then you had no other options left. You had already tried looking around for anything useful, but of course, James wouldn't leave anything like that within reach. Closing your eyes, and trying to imitate what you had seen in a horror movie you had once watched with him, with a few tries and a loud pop, your ankle was dislocated.

Waves of pain shot up your nerves, and you grit your teeth, trying to swallow back a scream of pain. At least you were able to slip out of the damn thing. You quickly learned leaning or putting any weight on that leg was almost unbearable, using the objects around you to get up and make your way over to the curtain door. Finally- Hope bubbling in your chest, the taste of freedom was only one bite away. Your home, your bed, your job. The thought of being in your room again fueling your determination to push on past the pain your body felt. Only for that hope and determination to be crushed the moment you moved the curtain. Vibrant eyes met yours, toxic green seeping a chilling cold that forced goosebumps to crawl up your skin. Dread seeped into every pore on your body as his tall frame cast a heavy shadow on yours. "And where do you think you're going, sweetheart? You should have known that this wasn't going to be as easy as you'd hoped.

#i hope you enjoyed your reverse comfort! i know i enjoyed writing this #possum scribs #cw yandere #cw stalking #cw kidnapping #cw death #cw mild gore #cw vomit #yandere x you #yandere x reader #male yandere x reader #BloodLustDevotion #BloodLust Devotion

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scarrypossmscribs · 11 months

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I love your Bloodlust Devotion fics! Is there any chance you could make another James fic?

Thank you so much! And yeah i can np, do you mind giving me a prompt? i've been trying to think something up, but a prompt would be nice!

#possum talk

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scarrypossmscribs · 11 months

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Omggg I absolutely adore your writings♡♡

Is it possible to request a story about Seth experiencing jealousy over someone flirting with MC? I'd love to see how you envision his reaction ^^

[askfjhas why thank u!! i try my best to make them fun to read! now time to write something super dark and angsty. srry if this isn't the type of flirting you're asking for, though.]

cw!Yandere cw!Stalking cw!Mild gore (brief descriptions but I don't want to make anyone uncomfy) cw!Death

Jealousy is an Illness ~ BLD Mini-Fic

characters belong to @hotpinkmoon!!

"Woah- wait a sec! Before you leave- I.. uh- ..whatever, take this, please! I really enjoy our time together and was wondering if maybe you'd like to get dinner sometime?" Seth watched silently from a safe distance away, a pang of something unfamiliar squeezing his heart as the new hire at your job handed you what looked like a torn-off piece of paper. He had been waiting here. All day. It was a rare day when he wasn't busy dealing with orders or having to 'prepare' stock for future ones. A day that was perfect for watching his treasure- and maybe... getting to talk to them as well... The thought of talking to you made his heart buzz, brain bursting with serotonin as a tingly feeling spread across his skin. But then the afterthought of somehow doing something to make you dislike him immediately doused his happiness, anxiety slithering up his spine. So he settled on watching from afar. It was easier that way- so he didn't scare you away with his lack of social skills.

He watched you as you got to work, he watched you deal with customers, and now... he's watching someone give you their number..? "Huh? Oh! .... don't mind .... number... but...like...okay...?" He saw you say something back to the new hire, the both of you moving just far enough that he could only grasp onto tiny scraps of information. Frustrating.

Fortunately or unfortunately, Seth could clearly see the pink tint shyly decorating the person's face. Something clearly caused because they were around you. An amalgamation of color swathed onto a messy pile of pulsating flesh. The sight caused his chest to heave erratically, pained breaths stuttering in and out. A heavy feeling pooling in his stomach as he took in this visceral scene.

... What ...was this? The sudden difficulty breathing, that strange pain coiling around his intestines. No... he shouldn't ruin today, it would go away eventually anyway. He just needed to stop thinking about it. "...see you tomorrow then!" The carefree smile you carried with you out of the building and the little goodbye wave you gave to that... person, made his skin itch. An itch he couldn't scratch away, he learned, after trying just that. A feeling that lurked just below his skin, traveling up his arms and burrowing deep inside his chest. It's fine... It'll go away. It'll go away, right?

D-did he get sick? It had been days now. Seth had stopped by your work a couple of times. And each time he saw that thing... it made the pressure in his chest almost unbearable.

They made his skin feel slimy. The uncomfortable feeling growing stronger, his gut writhing in the sticky feeling trying to coat his insides a nauseating black. But he couldn't be sick. He looked up the symptoms days ago. No results. It just didn't make sense. This dark, sickly feeling that fogged up his brain. Every waking moment consumed by the memory of them giving you their number. He just wanted it gone.

The thing that squeezed the blood from his heart and coiled around his chest like a snake. And so he made a decision.

Cold eyes glanced down at the gagged heap of meat on the ground. "Finally... you could've woken up the whole neighborhood with all that crying earlier." Every muffled noise of pain worked like a cure to his 'illness'.

Every broken bone scratched the itch he couldn't reach before. The sight of that tumor finally bleeding out, its body lifeless as he dragged it away, the hollow eyes looking up at him as he threw it away into the garbage. All of it eased the pain in his chest. Cleansing his body of the rotting slime devouring him from the inside out.

"Huh? Oh! Well.. I mean- I don't mind sharing my number with you, ...but I would just like to remain friends. That should be okay, right?" "O-oh.. yeah, that's fine! Sorry, I just wanted to try my shot, haha." "There's way more fish out in the sea! I'll see you tomorrow then!" The memory from two weeks ago made your hand pause for a moment. But you quickly returned to putting up missing person signs around your work. Where did they go?

#srry i just love writing characters doing irredeemable things #yandere x reader #yandere x you #male yandere x reader #submissive yandere #cw yandere #cw stalking #cw mild gore #cw death #bloodlustdevotion #BloodLust Devotion

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scarrypossmscribs · 11 months

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Something fluffy with seth please, delivers fire tacos?

[sorry i don't know what the delivers fire tacos mean- but i can can certainly cook up some fluff for you :> (srry not srry for the pun)] cw!Yandere, cw!Stalking

Brain Freeze ~ BLD Mini-Fic

Characters belong to @hotpinkmoon !

The warm buzz of august air drifting across you, eliciting an uncomfortable sigh from your lips. The weather today was pretty unrelenting, if the layer of sweat on your skin was anything to go by. Figuring that your walk in the park was a bust- and that maybe you should probably just find some shade to relax in, you move to do just that. Planting yourself comfortably underneath the shade of a tree. While the heat wasn't completely gone- it wasn't as unbearable as before. A hum of contentment leaving you as the cool shadows worked their magic. Though- the shuffle of grass and leaves from behind the wood you rested on sparked a bit of curiosity in you. Ooh- maybe you'd get to see a cute squirrel shuffling around! Quietly shifting from your position, you take a small peak, trying your best not to startle the hidden creature. Only to lock eyes with a semi-stranger. "Uwah!?" The chestnut haired man yelped, his hair fluffing up slightly, looking as if he'd had a heart attack. Eyes unable to meet yours. Slightly amused, you couldn't help but notice his a bit...well... out of the ordinary attire. Beanie, jacket, gloved hands... no wonder he decided to seek out shelter here, he'd probably be dying in this heat if he didn't! "I- Um...H-hi?" The poor man managed to squeak out, all the courage in his body mustered up just so he could look you in the eyes. Oh.. oh! You've seen him before! He'd show up sometimes where you worked, and you'd always try to strike up friendly chats with your killer customer service smile. Well- its not like you had much of a choice... but he seemed like a nice person! Though he wasn't usually much for conversation- usually responding with stuttered out words, nods, and shy smiles. "Oh hi!" You responded eagerly. You hadn't met many people out of work...so maybe this could be a good chance? "I remember you, from my work." You add, flashing him a warm smile. "Y-you do?" The man's face seemed to flush a bit, his fingers nervously toying with each other. "Yup!" Came your warm reply, followed by a small beat of silence as the man searched for a response. "Mm... Hey- why don't we get some slushies to drink?" Seeing his flushed cheeks, and the subtle sweat sticking to his temple, you couldn't help but feel that this guy needed some relief from the heat. "Eh? S-sure?" His face morphed into confusion- and then bursting into a fluster as you helped pull him up. "Never got your name by the way! Though you probably know mine from my name tag." You looked over at him as you dusted any leaves off of you. "I- I'm Seth?" His response- worded like a question, earning a warm chuckle out of you. "Well then Seth~, drinks are on me!" You grin, taking his gloved hand back in yours, rushing off to the nearest convenience store, with him in tow.

Back at the tree, your eyes glanced from the the blue of the slushie, to the blue of Seth's eyes. Both were colors pretty- was the conclusion you came to. "U-uhm?" Oops- you got caught. Seth's eyes glanced away, already overwhelmed from just a little bit of staring. "Sorry- I just thought it was kinda funny- your eyes kinda matching the slushie you're drinking, I mean." "A-ah? Oh.. s-sorry?" He didn't seem to know how to respond to that, safely opting to apologize instead. Ugh- that made your heart melt a bit... and not in the good way. Your energetic tone calms a bit, "You don't have anything to apologize for?" The words leave his heart stuttering uncontrollably in his chest. His eyes losing confidence, and flickering away like a startled butterfly. He sips on the cool drink once again, hoping it douses the fluttery feelings in his stomach, so he doesn't... mess anything up. "Your eyes are a really pretty blue, though." "Hck?!"

The comment has him choking on the slush- the chill or maybe your words- freezing his brain. He hopes his downward gaze shields you from seeing the undeniably obvious blush covering his face. Gahhh he was such a mess. "Ah? Seth are you alright? Brain freeze?" Your kind words only sending more heat rushing to his cheeks. "N-no.. I mean- yes..." He was thankful for the brain freeze in that moment, unable to deny the overpoweringly soft feelings that flooded him as you gave him a loving, worried gaze. Y-You did love him right? You spent the day hanging out with him after all...

Yes... he was sure of it. You loved him. That thought washed over him, enveloping his body in it's cool embrace. His insides feeling as mushy as the cold slushy he held looked. He would do anything...anything to prove that he was worthy of the love you had just blessed him with.

#possum scribs #BloodLust Devotion #bloodlustdevotion #cw yandere #cw stalking #yandere x reader #yandere x you #male yandere x reader #yandere fluff #if i need to add any more tags please tell me!

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scarrypossmscribs · 1 year

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Hope your tests were good. Xavier fic please? Extra possessive?

[aaa cool my first request! :> sorry this took a bit I wuz trying to comb through the blog n get things right! Xavier is very underrated, i hope i captured his personality well] cw!Implied Kidnapping cw!Victim Blaming cw!Non-con Hugging [If I'm missing any comment it n I'll add it] Xavier belongs to @hotpinkmoon!!

Xavier stood still and silent. The sight of your precious face capturing his undivided attention.

He was alone with his thoughts, all jumbled and chaotic. He couldn't find it in himself to move away. Or allow himself to sit down.

He really shouldn't have- what the fuck was he thinking? Doing something as pathetic as this? But he just couldn't take it anymore. He really couldn't. Oh the things only you could do to him. He really didn't deserve you, did he? Flashing memories blotted his vision. Your coworkers constantly taking up the space around you. As if they deserved to be by your side. Deserved your precious attention. Something even he was self aware enough to know was too good for him. The fleeting touches. The subtle glances at you. The wary looks they gave him when he came near. All the things they must have been whispering to you about him. And how you didn't seem to notice the obvious scorn towards him, how they were trying to manipulate you. To bring the both of you apart. The rising fear that they might hurt you. It all coagulated together. Forming a sick, blistering poison in Xavier's heart. A suffocating pressure squeezing every last shred of rationality out of his husk of a body. A feeling he just couldn't push down any longer. He just couldn't let you go.

It's so selfish- He knows. The guilt burrowing into the marrow of his bones. But after everything... all of the loneliness. The isolation- Couldn't he just have this? Couldn't he have you? You so kind. Too kind for your own good, really. So precious, and patient, and oh so perfect- The first time Xavier had met you, your cheerful smile and clear eyes had captivated him instantly. But his heart was truly yours once you showed him what an open-minded and attentive person you were.

And he knew he didn't deserve you from that moment onward. Xavier looked down at your sleeping body, in his guest bed. Well... it was your bed now. He... he couldn't let you go after what he'd done. He hoped that you'd forgive him. No no no... he knew you'd forgive him. He was just protecting you after all. From the people who wanted to separate you from him, from the people who could hurt you, from this damned town full of untrustworthy snakes- Xavier would make it up to you. You'd see. He would spoil you with gifts, comfort you whenever you felt sad, provide you the warmth, care, and comfort you needed. He would give you his all. Cradling you in his arms; peppering soft, affectionate kisses on your forehead. Your heartbeats intertwined.

He just wanted you to stay here, with him, where you would be safe and happy.

Was that too much to ask for?

#cw kidnapping #cw yandere #cw victim blaming #cw noncon hugging #yandere x reader #yandere x you #possum scribs #I already had something in mind when i started writing this that made it easier #but it does help a bit to specify what you have in mind in the ask! /pos /gen #i hope this was good :D #i enjoyed writing this #and thank you for sending in the ask! i appreciate it :>!!#!PossumSpeaks #Bloodlust Devotion #bloodlustdevotion #edit cuz tumblr messed up the read more #fixed

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scarrypossmscribs · 1 year

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BLD incorrect quotes I can’t turn into a comic cuz I have exams

James: Get out of the fucking bathroom or Im gonna break this door

Eve:….I can’t! Sorry

James: You’ve been in the bathroom for 3 FUCKING hours now! Gtfo

Eve: ……I’ll open the door if you do me a favour

James: *about to tear the door down* ..What is it?

Eve: I-I want pads…a-and tampons and chocolate…..please?

James: 👁👄👁

Eve: sorry

You’re an idiot

I know

...So what size is your pussy

*chokes on spit*

James-> @hotpinkmoon

Eve-> @cloudishmagma

Def inspired by @scarrypossmscribs 's writing

#pfffttt hahaha #this is amazing #he gets all the locks and chains and protection #and then BAM #you get your period and he fucking forgot afabs have periods #1000/10 #others writing #yandere crack

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scarrypossmscribs · 1 year

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do u ever just

accidentally writes fan fiction

#studying? what studying :')#executive dysfunction be like #okay time to actually human now

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scarrypossmscribs · 1 year

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BLD Crack Fic ~ Max

Content Warnings! tw gaslighting tw manipulation tw (hinted at) death Max belongs to @hotpinkmoon !

You were tired. So tired. You knew what you signed up for when you got into a relationship with Max. The attention. The stares. The parties.

But you had to admit...even you had your limits when it came to all the excitement. I mean come on. It seemed like the entire town was interested in you and Max's life. And also the fact that some of Max's friends would disappear if they got to close to you-

And how you felt like someone was always watching you-

Although to be fair, you did try to see who it was one time. And was promptly embarrassed when it was just another one of Max's fans curious about who he was dating.

Am I just overthinking?

No but... it still didn't explain how Max always managed to find you somehow.

Including that time you specifically hid in a trash bin because you know he doesn't like dirty things.

And somehow he had a reliable excuse for all those 'coincidences' ...including the trash bin thing.

Though he had a pretty convincing confused expression when his friend lifted the trash bin lid to throw something away- and there you were.

Sitting in the trash bin.

Which totally was not at all embarrassing in any way.

Okay... maybe you were overreacting.

But still!

Overreacting or not, you were tired of all the constant attention. The almost complete lack of personal or other-friends time.

"Max...I can't to this anymore. I need my beauty sleep. A fan of yours broke into my apartment one time!" You exasperated, annoyed with this insanity and losing your mind.

Max cocked his eyebrow at you, confusion spreading on his face before a small huff of laughter escaped his pretty lips.

Wait- stop focusing on how pretty he is!

"That, don't worry cutie- was me." Max said, grinning smugly. Pouting a bit when he noticed how you were glaring daggers at him. But his smile quickly returned as he rolled his eyes with a playful smirk, "We're dating, Y/n. It's normal to miss your lover sometimes. I just dropped in to check on you." The words rolled smoothly off his tongue.

Still, relentless, you looked him firmly in the eyes.

"Well we aren't dating anymore." Max paused a bit at this for a moment. Did his mask finally break? Was he going to have a serious conversation for once? "That's a pretty interesting way to propose. But I mean... I'm not complaining~"

The atmosphere was completely shattered by Max's words. "Y.. You.. that's not what... I'm going to throw you!" You fumed loudly, some of the people in the cafe the ones who weren't 'subtly' staring before looking over at you.

Max's grin grew. And you instantly regretted your choice of words.

"Yeah? Well you better be rough then. Oh- but save that for the bedroom, cutie. I like attention... but that's for my eyes only." Max replied quickly, in a bantering tone. "AUGHHHH" Your frustrated scream filled the space between you and Max and those who were peeping in on your conversation

Yet despite all that, still falling on deaf ears.

Whispers on how you and Max were a silly couple followed you out of the coffee shop.

Max smugly waving goodbye with one hand and pointing to his ring finger with the other.

#i really liked writng this lol #I feel like max is a bit easier for me to write #i apologize if its ooc though o-o;;#i wonder if anyone reading this caught onto the unique way i imagine Max would be able to stalk Y/n #please comment / reblog your thoughts #its good feedback for my writing >:)#i swear this was just going to be incorrect quotes in the beginning #yandere crack #yandere x you #yandere x reader #BloodLust Devotion #bloodlustdevotion #possum scribs

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scarrypossmscribs · 1 year

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BLD Incorrect Quotes Crack : James

~After being kidnapped~

Y/n: *incoherent sobbing*

James, cuddling Y/n in his arms: "Don't cry babe. You're home now so-"

Y/n: "My fucking rent- my downpayment."

James: "You-"

Y/n: "Oh my god- my credit score is going to drop!"

Edit for a quote i saw that would 100% fit james

James: "I'm sorry my knife could not resist stabbing you. It needs better training."

James belongs to @hotpinkmoon

#crack #incorrect quotes #yandere crack #yandere x reader #BloodLust Devotion #bloodlustdevotion #i would write a mini crack fic but i have to study :')#someone yell at me later to get it done please #tbfr i dont think james would ever apologize for anything but the quote was funny-

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scarrypossmscribs · 1 year

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Scars ~ BLD Mini-Fic

[SPOILER WARNING FOR THOSE WHO HAVEN'T READ ANYTHING ON THE BLOG]

content warnings: tw scars, tw abuse (could be interpreted that way) tw self harm (tried to make it ambigious to fit with whatever oc you imagine to be in this fic) tw bad accidents (could also be interpreted this way) (Y/n in this has scars)

While this mini-fic doesnt have any NSFW things, this fandom is still heavily 18+. Please respect the author's wishes and DNI.

You yawned, the early morning sun and subtly refreshing breeze filling you with a sense of calm. It was so rare to have a perfectly nice day to enjoy. Work taking up a lot of your life, now that you'd moved into this small, but bustling town.

As you thought up ways to fully enjoy your day off, a shadow loomed over your shoulder. The finger poking you sending your heart into a split-second coma, shoulders jumping in confusion and fear. "Heh...", A slight chuckle escaped from your mystery stranger.

"Morning, Y/n. It's just me." Mr. Mystery stranger- Your new friend James, teased. His voice reverberated next to your ear, sending your head to snap in his direction. "Holy fuck-" You exclaimed, heart once again stuttering in your chest as you stared at the green eyes in front of you. Your expression must have been funny, from the way James seemed to smirk. It was a bit hard to tell from his mask, but the amused chuckles that followed made it clearer.

You let out a relieved breath, "Jeeze you asshole...", his laughter infecting you as you let out a small chuckle of your own. Your thoughts quickly turned to confusion, though. How did James know where to find you? You'd just stepped out of your apartment complex...

"Morning to you too, James. But eh.. How'd you know i was here?" You asked curiously, looking up at him. James was a pretty attractive person. His black and red hair, long and wild, was eye catching, reminding you of the night you both met. His dark green eyes seeming to pierce through anyone who met it's gaze, unraveling everyone's intentions onto a silver platter for him to see. Snapping you out of your daze and replying to your question, James gave a noncommittal shrug, "Just looking for somewhere to get breakfast.", he blinked, gaze turning back to you, "Why?You live here?" Ah...that made sense. Jeeze.. look at you overthinking things again.

Your mouth formed into a smile as you nimbly dodged the latter question, "Why not get breakfast together!", you offered cheerily. He glanced at you for a hearbeat before responding. The feeling of being read crawling up your skin. "Sounds good to me." James finally replied. And you felt like you could hear a smile in his tone as a shiver of relief washed away that eerie feeling.

You and James went to the local diner. Nothing super fancy, but it was full of familiar and comforting smells, which made it good enough for you and James to grab a quick bite. Well...more like for you to grab a quick bite, and James to grab something to drink. James never took his mask off around you... or anyone as far as you could tell. Putting down the menu after choosing what you wanted to order, your thoughts drifted, as you waited for a waiter or waitress to come over. Your thoughts inevitably decided to focus on James. I wonder why he never takes off his mask around me... You mumbled wordlessly to yourself, trailing your fingers on the spine of the menu. Weak immune system, maybe? Or... perhaps.. facial scars? What ever it was, though, you promised yourself not to pester him about it. Having a weak immune system was personal medical stuff. And you'd had first hand experience with the shame that came with scars. Your gaze trailed down to your hands, which had some cuts here and their. All from different life experiences and situations. Some from accidents. Some with...different backstories. "Are you okay?" The words brought you out of your haze. You looked up at James, and then noticed the waiter at the side of the table, eyes nervously flitting between you and James. "Oh... oh yeah I'm alright!" You said, waving your hand in dismissal, as you took the chance to relay your order to the waiter. James ordered a mint choc chip milkshake, one of his go to drinks. "A milkshake at this hour?" You lightly teased, watching him roll his eyes in response. A beat of familiar silence rose up, as your gaze trailed back to your hands. Tracing them with your eyes. "Y/n." James called out. Once again pulling you out of your thoughts. "Huh-? Yeah?" You responded, half confused...until you saw him glance at your hands for a second, before his green eyes landed on yours.

"I want a real answer this time. Are you alright?" Jame's tone was stern, but held a genuine softness inside it. "Pfft...", You let out a small laugh, "I'm fine. I really am." But with one glance at his face, you could tell he didn't take any of your words seriously. Your eyes shift back down to your hands, the second time today. Taking a small breath in, you add, "It was a long time ago. I don't see them the way I used to.", you pause, searching for a way to articulate your feelings, "To me now...it's proof that I survived. That I was able to move forward." You look back up, looking in Jame's eyes. They were slightly unfocused, but still trained on you. He let out a soft, but ambiguous hum of acknowledgement. Smiling, you looked to ease the heavy fog of awkward gloom. "So yeah..I guess you could say these are battle scars from duking it out with life and coming on top." You chirped, your smile turning into a satisfied grin. His gaze softened at that. An amused eye roll telling you that your efforts were at least slightly successful.

James stared at you as you ate, the conversation from earlier... despite bringing up some bad memories...making him feel a soft fuzzy feeling only you could give to him. Maybe you wouldn't question his scars once he revealed them to you. Maybe you wouldn't look at him like he was...disgusting. Maybe you wouldn't judge him. He could feel his patience starting to thin. The deepest part of his mind telling him, yelling at him, to take you away. He had to make you his. No... you already were his. And he would never let you go.

NEVER

James belongs to the amazing -> @hotpinkmoon aka Moonie!

#tw scars #tw sh #tw trauma #tw abuse #tw bad accidents #BloodLust Devotion #bloodlustdevotion #Murder sim #Yandere x you #Yandere x reader #yandere male #yandere #turned this on for mature so minors hopefully will not see #moonie if you see this you're amazing and tell the murder boys i love them <3 #possum scribs #!PossumSpeaks #edit for spelling mistakes hhh

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Weekend plans

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Whumptober 2022 Day 4 || Waking Up Disorientated

Saw somthing like this on my dash and decided it might be fun to try out !

I'll try to do as many days as I can, but I'm pretty busy :]

Gn Reader || cw Body horror || Not proofread || tw yandere ||

Everything around you felt...floaty. Yet oddly heavy.

Heavy but floaty. All at once.

Were you awake? Or was this just a vivid dream you found yourself trapped in?

Thinking this, the air around you seemed to cup your face gently, its' warm touch enveloping your senses completely.

How had you not noticed how cold you were until now? The blank white expanse so frigid and lifeless.

The warm feeling dragged you away from your thoughts, away from reality.

Before slipping away, just as quickly as it came. The absence of it leaving you empty and confused.

You couldn't let that feeling go.

It was cold. So cold. Unbearably cold.

Like you had been covered in ice, your skin frozen over. Your warm blood, drained away...

You needed to find that warmth.

Before something irreversible happened.

That warning rang in your head, a desperate call to protect you from something unknown.

Grasping the ground, you tried lifting yourself up onto your feet, the panic gnawing at your insides, threatening to burst out of your skin.

Yet, you felt to heavy, so weak, like trying to swim through a pool made out of honey. Your limbs screaming out in defiance, your body, a traitor.

Struggling, you have no choice but to leave it behind. Slipping from your skin, shedding that useless shell, you feel the weight, that chilling pressure, disappear.

Its' strange, and you don't know exactly what happened just now, but maybe ...thats for the best.

Curiosity killed the cat, you know.

Completing your task, you frantically looked out into the distance, trying to find that sliver of warmth.

Through the fog that is your mind, you see the shadow, the warmth.

You sprint toward it, your form free from "human imperfections", no lungs suffocating you and forcing you to stop for a breath, no muscle to drag you down and tire you out.

You pay no heed to your surroundings, your focus entirely on the black shadow, the warmth, your only hope.

The white turning to grey and then to black.

The freezing temperature slowly heating up, and then becoming scalding hot.

It didn't matter.

You were close. Oh so close to the shadow.

You had almost touched it.

With a desperate cry, you felt your new form collide with your body, merging once again. Something dragging you back.

There was nothing you could do but unwillingly sink back to reality.

"Are you awake now?" A sweet voice flooded your ears.

The world felt heavy once again, but at least everything was a bit less foggy.

You looked up, meeting the eyes of your captor. You couldn't remember much, but you knew it was their fault.

Everyhting was so blurry, yet the hatred and anger you felt was engraved in your heart. Engraved in your soul.

"..Please.. don't look at me like that, love." Their guiltless whisper sounded in the hospital-looking room you found yourself in.

Your mouth spoke on its' own, ceramic lips delicately opening.

"I know what you did."

Their reaction was immediate. They gripped the bed sheets, their smooth un-calloused hands still a bit messy with clay.

"I.. I only did what I h-had to, I promise!" They cried out.

It sounded like they were trying to convince themself, not just you.

It was sickening.

That voice, those eyes, that look of desperation and sadness.

Why? Why?!

That look made your gut fester with never ending disgust.

Fueled by confusion and anger, you lunge at them, aiming for their open neck. Something, just anything, to make this disgusting feeling fade.

And yet they easily pinned your hands above you, cautious and gentle.

"Please.. p-please be careful.. I just finished making your new body..." Their expression turned frantic and uneasy, the emotions in your glassy eyes sending a clear message to them.

Watching them pulling a concoction from their lab coat, you struggled in their grip. Every joint in your body working to rid yourself of their slimy grip.

The panic and unease of what they would do to you next-

The tussle only lasts a few moments.

They cut off your little game, gripping your chin with surprising strength, forcing the odd mixture down your throat.

Your mind is bleary, as you fall into semi-lucidity,

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#whumptober2022 #no.4 #waking up disoriented #body horror #oc #yandere oc #gn reader #yandere #soft yandere #yandere x darling #tried not to make the storyline to obvious :)#maybe someone can figure out what it all means haha

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I woke up this morning, and had the immediate thought of “What if I did 14DWY as a Jojo meme?”

So this is the results.

@14dayswithyou Behold.

14 Days With You is a 18+ VN MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!

#LMFAO THIS IS GOLD WTFFF #AND HIS ASS IS FLAT TOOO OMGGGG JDAHDAHDWQMD #14dwy #14 days with you #14dwy ren #14dwy meme

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Sickening Satisfaction || 14dwyOneshot

crazy(?)!Mc, Gn!Mc, cw!child abuse, cw!gore (I dont go too much into detail, tried to leave it vague and up to the readers' interpretation), cw!sadism, may be ooc! All characters, except a few nameless ones, and Rowan, are @cutiesigh's

"Hah..." A tired sigh escapes your lips.

Another day is over... agh.. i could really go for a latte right now.

Stepping out of the library, you tie your hoodie around your waist, the humid, salty air enveloping your body, as the cool feeling of the ac from inside, fades.

As you near your favorite cafe, you see a tall, brown-haired man, yelling at who you think are his two kids. Right outside the cafe.

You glance around confusedly, wondering what happened, and why no one seems to be intervening, or caring about the full blown, one-sided screaming match going on.

The two girls look only about 11 and 8, respectively. Both their expressions mixed.

The older of the two defiantly glaring into the eyes of the man. Their eyes filled with annoyance and anger.

The younger simply staring dazedly at their feet, their hands fiddling nervously behind their back.

You quickly walk over, maybe it's stupid, and none of your business, but something just felt off about the whole thing.

The man notices you walking over to them, and his expression seems to relax.

The older sibling flinches, stepping back to hold the hand of the younger.

"Sorry, if I disturbed you." He smiled calmly, "My kids were just acting up."

"I don't know what they did, sir, but yelling at them like that-" You start, concern in your voice.

"Look, they were being bratty in the cafe, I'm just being a good parent." The man cuts you off sharply, smile wavering, "I'm sure you'd understand if you had kids of your own."

The last sentence came off a bit... condescending. Am I being too sensitive?

A mocking snort comes form the older sibling, as they start walking off, their sibling in tow. The smaller one giving a frightened glance back at their father.

The brown-haired man shakes his head, "Kids are a hassle, haha", he joked, as if he hadn't yelled and screamed at his kids so openly, and instead had teased them and watched them get childishly offended.

Is... Is it normal to brush something like that as a joke?

You mused, weirded out by the encounter.

You stared at the cafe for a few seconds, before realizing your now lack of appetite.

Dismayed, you decided to walk back to your apartment, mulling over what happened along the way.

"It was just.. weird." You trailed off, finishing your story of the whole encounter, "I just feel like.. something was wrong? It that invasive? Am I being nosy or something?" Your voice added quickly, trying to explain the unease you felt.

"N-no! What?" Ren said, reassurance in his voice, "That's a pretty strange way to react after yelling at your kids like that..." he looked off into the distance a bit, as if remembering something, but quickly looked back at you, smiling warmly as they drowned you (ⱠØVł₦₲ⱠɎ) with attention.

You gave them a skeptic look, your thoughts of him having a bias on you written clearly on your face.

"R-really! I-I'm sure if you noticed something was off, y-you're right!" He exclaimed, giving you a shy, but serious, smile.

"Thank you, Ren. Really..." You mumbled, finally believing him, "It means a lot having a friend like you by my side"

"A-anytime, Angel."

His voice echos in your ear, the genuine emotion in those two words, succeeding in making your heart skip a beat.

Quickly excusing yourself for the night, and ending the call, you sigh, hoping they didn't notice your blushing mess of a face before you managed to hang up.

Maybe... he's more than just a friend...

Tapping away on the old, clacky Microsoft Dell keyboard all libraries seem to have, you hear a small *ding*, from the 'Help' desk beside you.

"Oh! Hi, I'm Y/n, how can I assist- " Your voice pauses in shock as you see the same 11-year-old from yesterday, standing before you.

Are they here alone? An 11-year-old? Not even their sister is here...

They seem to notice your weird look, and grip their arm uncomfortably. It's.. much different from the tough persona you saw them take on yesterday.

"...I just needed some help looking for a book, s-sorry." They quickly blurt out. They didn't seem to recognize you from the day before.

"Ah.. sure! And you don't need to apologize, I'm always here to help!" You say with a gentle smile.

They nod, their expression relaxing, giving you an awkward but comfortable smile.

"So what kind of book are you looking for... uh.. sorry, can I get your name?" You asked.

"Oh, it's Rowan, and uh.. maybe a book on...herbs?" Rowans' eyes darted to the left, trying to remember what they needed, "M-More specifically the kind for wounds, broken bones, stuff like that??"

Wounds? Broken bones?

It was concerning for a 11-year-old to be thinking about stuff like this...right?

Something is definitely up, I don't think I can ignore this.

Still, even though you're 100% sure something is up, you lead them to the correct aisle and point out a few on topic books that an 11-year-old could handle.

You hate to remind them of something that might make them uncomfortable, but the question in your head kept rebounding anytime you tried to push it back.

You sigh, mentally preparing yourself for the poor kid to run off or to glare coldly at you, refusing to say anything.

"Rowan... I was there yesterday, at the cafe." You tell them, calmly and gently, desperately trying to not make them defensive.

Sadly, your approach doesn't seem to work completely, as their eyes immediately glaze over with a critical look.

"That was you?" Rowan's hands were shoved inside their hoodie pockets, as they bit the corner of their lips in embarrassment. Their face a humiliated and distrustful mix of emotion.

"Ah...yes, it was." You hesitate to talk about it more, but realize that what Rowan is going through... could be serious.

"Rowan, are you okay?" You ask, gently, but seriously.

"I..." They start aggressively, before pausing, their guard against you melting away.

The tough exterior they put up disappeared again, and you saw Rowan for what they truly were, a kid, hurting and in need of help.

"I'm.. not okay." Rowan admitted, their eyes glossing over with unspilt tears, "I.. I hate him. He isn't my dad. He's a monster."

Each word that came out of their mouth stung your heart. You continued to listen, your hate for the brown-haired man growing by the second.

"We stopped by the cafe because he wanted coffee." Rowan said, shakily, wiping away their tears, "We were just hungry and wanted a snack to eat. He didn't have to.. why did he.." Rowan huffed, holding back an angered sob.

"Why don't we go back to my desk and talk about it? I.. could give you some tissues." You suggested.

Rowan nodded, smiling gratefully.

"So that's what happened." You finished, once again telling Ren what happened, biting down angrily on a chocolate croissant (or whatever pastry you prefer).

Ren had a sympathetic look in his eyes, and an un-characteristicly dark frown.

"I-it was kind of you to help them, Angel.", He said, softly, looking at you with affection, "You should definitely report this to Social Services."

You frown, gently disagreeing, "Rowan's mom is too scared to leave him, and I'm sure he could pressure her into lying about how Rowan's sibling got a fractured wrist."

"Their mom would be powerless in a divorce, or a custody battle..." You add, feeling immense helplessness.

You hated to admit it... but you felt like Rowans' father... shouldn't live. It scared you, but you just couldn't see Rowans' father as a thinking, conscious, human being.

What kind of person would break their kids' wrist over asking for a snack?

The dark emotions stirred inside you, refusing to die down.

"Rowan doesn't deserve this, their mom and sibling don't, either." You hissed, "Rowans' father should die.", You say, complete and open, as your feelings of disgust and frustration, mount.

It takes a second for the weight of your words to hit you, and you look up awkwardly at Ren, not knowing what to say, or if you came off a bit too strong.

So you just stuff your mouth with the rest of the croissant, hoping you can both agree to ignore that comment.

Ren looks at you, wide eyed, before breaking the silence, "A-are you.. sure?"

"A- about him deserving to die?", You almost choke, swallowing your food before continuing, "If so.. then yea. I full-heartedly believe that thing... doesn't deserve to live after all the emotional and physical damage he's caused."

Ren looked off the the side, "You're really an angel, aren't you? How could someone as selfless as you exist..", before turning back to smile at you.

"I.. I know s-some people on the d-dark..w-web." He said, sheepishly, before quickly stuttering out a string of apologies, "A-a-a-a... s-sorry! P-please don't ask.. "

"It's fine! I.. I'll do anything to help out that kid. People like that... absolutely disgust me." You mutter with an infuriated tone.

"I..I s-see." Ren, perked up a bit, smiling at you, "I'll p-pick you u-up tomorrow..i-if that works-"

You nod your head, helping Ren clean the table at the cafe you were sitting down at, before leaving the cafe together, and Ren walking you to your apartment.

Closing the door behind you.. you can't help but feel eager.

Eager to rid the world of one less abusive psycho

(ɎØɄ ₵Ø₦Vł₦₵Ɇ ɎØɄⱤ₴ɆⱠ₣)

Waves of anticipation flow through your hands as you imagine cutting that piece of shit open. Making him feel 10 times the pain he caused to those around him.

The look of despair his pathetic face will have, and how Rowan and their family will be free from that things' clutches, will make everything worth it.

Seems like I've learned a lot about Ren this week

You realized that, while hugging onto his waist, on his motorcycle. A motorcycle you didn't know he had until tonight.

And you didn't really hate having to hold onto his waist though.

He feels way more.. muscle-y than I thought... I mean- it's not like I think about touching him like that-

You snap out of you chain of thought, as Ren gently stops his motorcycle in front of a warehouse.

It's grey concrete walls, dancing with multi-colored graffiti art, seem to call out for you, in some sick, twisted way.

But following Rens' silent lead, you stop at the entrance.

"This...wouldn't be breaking and entering, right? Ironically.. I don't .. want to break the law," You chuckled, a bit nervously.

"Pfft- No.. D-don't worry.. I- M-my f-friend is letting us use this place." Ren said, giving you a reasuring smile, motioning for you to come inside.

The interior of the building was more organized than you imagined, On one side of the warehouse, were operating tables, separated by curtain. And some other medical equipment.

Was that a cell salvage machine??

On the other, was various equipment, some stuff you could recognize, like a tripod camera, and others that were unfamiliar to you. It seemed pretty high-tech , from the look of it all.

With a soft smile on his face, Ren pushed back the curtains in front of one of the operating tables, revealing the brown-haired man.

Rowans' father was gagged and strapped into place, his wide blue eyes staring at you in terror, as muffled pleads tried and failed to escape his mouth.

"There are...tools... on the left." Ren pointed out to you, before setting up a few expensive cameras at different angles, some audio equipment, and (₳₴ ₥Ʉ₵Ⱨ ₳₴ ⱧɆ Ⱨ₳₮ɆĐ ₮Ø) handed you a fox mask to keep your identity safe.

Giving them a dumbfounded glance, he smiled (ł₦ ₳₦ ₳Ⱡ₥Ø₴₮ ₳ⱤØɄ₴ɆĐ ₩₳Ɏ) excitedly.

Ren grinned, "I..-I had a great idea, w-while we were on our way here, why not..l-live stream this? A-any donations that come through c-could go to... Rowans' family.." (ⱧɆ ₴₳Ɏ₴ ₳Ⱡ₥Ø₴₮ ⱤɆⱠɄ₵₮₳₦₮ⱠɎ)

Your eyes lit up, and you nod in agreement, about to reply, when-

"MGHHMPPH"

Your captive makes itself known again.

"Livestream started." Ren says with a smile in their tone.

Back to the cameras, you lift the mask onto your face, everything but your (₵ØⱠĐ) eyes hidden from sight.

"Lets start with an eye~." You mumble, loud enough for the mics to pick up, as your oblivious prisoner stares helplessly as you pick up a pin...

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<<The remains of an eye are thrown away into a bucket>>

<<Ren enthusiastically reads a few comments and conditions for donations>>