Sooo I’m relatively new to this whole whump thing but I have a scenario I absolutely cannot get out of my head:

Whumpee is a little shit, constantly getting on Whumpers nerves and running back to Caretaker when things get dicey. And up until this point, Caretaker has protected them and not let Whumper do anything to hurt them. But one day, whether through exhaustion or anger or even a little bit of sadistic curiosity themselves, Caretaker steps back when Whumpee begs them for help and lets Whumper do as they please.

“After all,” Caretaker would say, “How are you going to learn if I don’t let them teach you a lesson?”

Cleaning House🧹

Did some updating to my descriptions on this blog and my other one. Nothing super important, but I did wanna highlight 2 things: 1. I am tentatively taking requests, but I will not be nearly as dedicated to filling them as I used to be. Mostly just, if you have an idea and it appeals to me, I’ll do something with it. 2. I’ve done some reconciliation with myself as far as gender goes, meaning I’m not really using the it/its pronouns anymore. He/They isn’t much different, and while I have no problem with y’all calling me Skull (it’s a brand.) you also have the option of calling me Mickey now. That’s all, thanks for reading. ♥

mods asleep post sneak peek of october special

Please Read

Hey y’all, if you’re still here, holy shit wow. Thank you guys so much. I’m going to cut right to the chase: I need to get myself the fuck out of this niche. I loved the yandere stuff, believe me, but to make a long story short, getting out of a long-term relationship has made me realize that I was wildly, cripplingly co-dependent on my partner. Without them I feel lost, completely unable to deal with my own stress, and that’s obviously a problem. I could do the easy thing and just go back to them, or I could do the right thing for me, and for my health, and distance myself from that mindset. What does that mean for my fic? Means for one, no more yandere stuff, maybe even romance at all, at least for a short while. I still definitely, 100% want to write for you guys, it just won’t be reinforcing these negative thought patterns. I will likely still write NSFW, and violent NSFW at that; I’m still a nasty guy. I also don’t know if I’m going to stick around on tumblr, just because while I don’t want to delete all my archives of fanwork, I also don’t want to be looking at it all the time, you know? So we’ll see about that. And of course, no shame to all of you that like yandere stuff! I don’t think it’s a problem, and I definitely think this content can still be consumed and fantasized about healthily. But for me, it’s gotten way past that point. I don’t think it was the yandere stuff that did this, I think it was my partner themselves, but that doesn’t change the fact that I need to stop glorifying it for at least as long as it takes for me to get my shit together and be my own person again. If that means you’re no longer interested in my work, I understand, and I hope you enjoy the other wonderful content creators who make work similar to mine. If you’ll stick around for whatever comes next, I appreciate you endlessly. Either way, we’ll see what happens. Thanks for reading <3 - Skull

I love your writing, the whole reason I even got into DBD was because I loved your fics!

ty anon i needed this

i’m aliveeeee

And lowkey dealing with heartbreak LMAO

I posted a short drabble on Ao3 trying to channel my emotions, and holy fuck I’m rusty because writing is harddd: https://archiveofourown.org/works/20287339

I’ll get back into writing when I can, I’m sure y’all understand. I have a couple WIPs that are mostly done, it’ll just take some time and recovery from this hole I’m in. \m/

Concert Junkie - Drabble

> https://archiveofourown.org/works/19718080 < I wrote a NSFW drabble for Jeff because lbr he needs more love. It does have period sex though so if that’s not your thing then request something else from me wink wink wink

Ooh, spooky~

**Click on picture to enlarge it!**

Because you guys liked the first one (wow thanks lol), here’s another birthday game.

I predict misery or good-fortune in your future…

Honestly? Your best work yet! Skull is back, and he's here to say! I just can't wait for the next fic, I know, if anything, it's going to kick major ass!

<3<3<3 tysm I don’t know how many big projects like that I’m gonna push out, but I definitely want to try and clear out the requests I have sitting in my inbox.

AAAAAAAAAAAAA THAT WAS THE SHIIIIT! PERIODT. THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR WRITING THAT! Damb i didn't think I could love you any more than I already do, but then you went and blessed me 😔😔🙏🙏

I’ve been nonstop refreshing since I updated waiting for the first response and this did not disappoint tysm <333

What You’ll Do - Full Version

So, with some major edits, a jazz approach to plot, and a shortened title, the survivor Mikey fic is finished and clocking in at a solid 15.4k words. You can read that here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/18304493

Or, if you like, enjoy this little preview below:

You had only seen the rules broken once before. They were unspoken but strict, and you knew them all from the moment you awoke in this hell. No climbing onto roofs or in trees. No hiding for the entire trial. And perhaps the hardest to adhere to, no fighting back against the killer. That was the rule that you had come afoul to all that time ago, when you were too terrified to think of the consequences and took a swing at the Legion.

You weren’t as strong as a killer, but your attack had caught him off-guard, to the point of nearly throwing off his balance. For a moment you stared at each other, too stunned to make a move, as around you the air bristled with the Entity’s discontent. Low whispers surrounded you, coming from all around, and you heard the Legion take a deep, shuddering breath. Barely able to contain his excitement.

The trial had erupted into a bloodbath. The Legion was upon you in a heartbeat, knife digging into your flesh with ferocity, over and over, far past the point where you would have died otherwise. No, you didn’t lose your consciousness until near every drop of blood was drained and your wounds had your insides turned out on the snow.

As far as you could tell, when the rules of a trial were broken, all bets were off. Making this selfless act of heroism David thought he was committing a hell waiting to break lose.

The chill in the air became piercing, low growls echoed through the trial as all other ambient noise ceased in the same instant. Michael was frozen on top of you, same as the Legion had been, as though he struggled to process this transgression. You tried your best to turn and look at him from where he held you, and to your surprise his eyes were on you. But not his focus. You watched as his head tilted to the side, brow furrowing as the growling whispers grew louder and louder. As though the Entity's gibberish was speaking to him.

"Did you hear me?" David shouted, blind to the shift in the air, the weight of his actions. "I said get your fat ass offa her!"

Petrified, you watched as Michael's eyes came back into focus. And with a chilling slowness that dried your throat and upturned your stomach, Michael's face broke out in a rare, malevolent grin.

Soon...

me, looking at the survivor mikey fic longingly: damb you good,,,, if only it was they/them pronouns,,,

:’)) If there’s enough interest I might edit in gender neutral variations, but idk getting this thing done already is a huge task. This went from being a 4k fic to the longest project I’ve ever done.

(Update: 13.2k and it’s going to get to at LEAST 15k before I’m done. JFC y’all getting a treat.)

---EDIT: Actually I checked and I did write 16k words for my Wingman fic, so not quite the longest thing I’ve ever done but definitely the most amount of words I’ve written in such a short amount of time.

update I’ve edited the first chapter and the entire fic is at 8.5k right now, and I get the feeling its going to be between 11k-12k words. this was going to be a small fic and now I’m sitting here pissed that I have to stop working on this to go to work.

guys ngl I’m so fucking excited for this survivor Mikey fic, it’s going to be choice.

guys ngl I’m so fucking excited for this survivor Mikey fic, it’s going to be choice.

I remember a bunch of people talking about migrating to Pillowfort, or something of the like; have you tried that?

I have, and I just checked it out under the demo account. It looks pretty solid interface wise, but It didn’t seem as busy as I would’ve thought and I couldn’t find any DbD groups, so maybe it’d be worth busting in and setting down the groundwork for it. How many of you guys actually have accounts over there?

I want to say nsfw, but maybe not in the intercourse sense? A lot of torture, gore, and fetish based play? Ie, blood, crying, dry-humping?

Like the newfound power of becoming a killer allows Michael to manipulate you and your teammates on a whole new level- it's like a cruel obsession, whether it be coming form the power or an acute like for the reader?       

Oh trust me, that’s my plan regardless >;) There’s more to it than just “should I include a sex scene or not,” it’s more “should Reader live her worst hell in this trial or should it end with the implication that it’s coming and she can’t stop it.” I’m also probably going to edit the first chapter heavily, not for the sake of plot holes, just because this second chapter is winding up so long I need to better balance it because I don’t know if there’s a good place in the trial to split it into 3 chapters.