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reidiot · 2 years
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laeonnoctis · 5 months
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👉🏽👈🏽 @bloodrediscream
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writtenbyevie · 1 year
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you ever read a fic so good you want to sit around and discuss it with people english class style
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moyazaika · 3 months
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i woke up in my blind date’s basement. (not clickbait!!!)
loser! yandere x willing! gn! reader
cw — kidnapping, slight nsfw, obsessive thoughts !!
heyheyyyyy a small fic of a loser yan and a willing reader eeee !! writing practice buuuut if enough people like this, i’ll write more lil snippets of their life together so pls do lmk what u wanna see thru comments ,, always appreciated dearly <33
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when you wake up, you realise you're in an unfamiliar room - if it can even be called one, due to its ridiculously tiny size, and unappealing state.
it's clear from the empty bottles of bleach that someone tried to tidy up, but something dark red stains the walls, leaving a coppery tinge to the stifling air.
"oh, you're awake!" the man to your left - who, you realise instantly, is your blind date from last night - grins.
its an off putting sight, the sheer happiness on his face, and the way you can see the bright gleam in his brown eyes even behind those glasses, and beyond the overgrown bangs.
"i, er, i was watching you sleep. sorry, old habits die hard, y'know? and you just look so fucking beautiful, with that birth mark and those—"
"ahhhh, sorry."
he catches his breath and apologises again, "i'm rambling again, aren't i? i tend to do that when it comes to you. only time i talk, really."
he's sitting cross legged besides your mattress with his hands in his lap. when he notices you staring, he awkwardly averts his gaze for a moment, wipes his sweaty hands on his jeans and leaves them with dark patches staining the fabric. "well, uh, did you sleep well, darling? i know an old mattress in the basement isn't ideal but—"
you try to speak, to tell him that yeah, accommodation wasn’t exactly ideal - but the words come out muffled.
"ah, i'm so sorry, my love!" he exclaims, the few pale patches on his own, darker skin, flushing a soft pink shade as he rubs the back of his neck sheepishly, "you can't really say anything, can you? sorry, again. i didn't think you'd agree to go out with me. had to ditch the plan and — oh, i'm rambling again, aren't i?"
"please tell me if i talk too much, i don't want to annoy you. i mean, i know you're not a morning person, but it's, like, four in the morning - isn't that funny?" when you make no indication of having found his words humorous, he wordlessly reaches over for the sock that's currently been stuffed into your mouth, flashes you another apologetic smile, and takes it out.
you instantly double over and spit the flavour - the strange, stifling taste of the sock out of your mouth.
your captor makes no move to undo the rope that binds your arms and legs behind your back, before he leans back, settling into his position besides you again, an expectant expression on his face. you don’t ask him to, yet, choosing only to examine him from head to toe.
he looks good. seems to have changed from the clothes he was wearing last night, during your blind date. you know he did his research beforehand, know he must be desperate to please, because everything he’s done - from the clothes he put on, to how he smells, and the accessories he dons, is all catered to your exact preferences. it’s hard not to find the effort endearing.
and then you remember where you are.
a moment of silence passes by before he clears his throat, the awkward sound echoing in the dingy basement. "morning, my darling. before you panic, i absolutely—"
"okay," you interrupt him, patience running thin, "first of all, why was that sock crusty, and second of all, what the fuck is going on right now?"
he doesn't seem put off by the venom in your tone, instead continuing with his words as if you hadn't spoken in the first place. "i'm glad you asked, darling. well, to put it simply, i, er, kidnapped you," he says with a bashful smile, pushing his glasses up with a shaking finger. "i absolutely adore you, and have for a long goddamn time - so i wanna keep you with me forever. like a tamagotchi!"
"you wanna keep me... forever in your basement?" your lip curls in disgust. "you can't be serious! have you seen the state of this place?"
"well, no." he falters for a moment before speaking, "i was going to explain how this all works. i mean, you won't be in the basement forever forever. it's just temporary, until i trust that—”
"oh, so you don't want to keep me forever?” your emotion leads you to hastily jump to a false conclusion, “please tell me i’m not going to be thrown away, once you’ve had your fill. you love me, right?”
"wait, sorry, um," he shakes his head, confusion evident on his features by means of his furrowed eyebrows, the clear trepidation in his tone. "do you... well, how do i say this?" he mumbles to himself, closes his eyes. opens them a moment later. "do you, like, want to stay here - with me? i thought you'd—"
"in this economy?" you scoff, " staying with you means i don't have to pay rent, and get free meals and free entertainment." you shoot him a glare, "there is entertainment, right?"
he blinks, "er, yeah. i have a whole bookshelf for you upstairs with all your favourite novels on it. there's also the media cabinet, full of your favourite films, director's cut and extended cuts and special editions and..." the man trails off, lost in a daze of his own thoughts. "are you - sorry, are you serious, darling?" he asks, that smile of his faltering. "you really want to stay? you realise i will ruin your social and professional lives and monopolise your whole existence, right?"
"yeah, like i said, that's fine by me," you shrug, "now could you be a dear and untie these ropes, please? i didn’t ask earlier but they're really hurting me."
"um, can you give me a moment?"
"sure. but you wanna know something funny," you tilt your head to the side. "for a guy who kidnapped me out of some twisted obsession, after the first date we had, you don't really seem happy that i want to stay."
"no!" he exclaims, eyes instantly widening in panic as he shakes his head frantically, " please don't say that! god, no, my love. you don't - you have no idea how happy i am! i - you - shit, you're going to think i'm crazy but i think i came in my pants when you said that and that's a problem because these are my favourite jeans and i wore them just for this occasion because i so desperately wanted you to think—"
"you're rambling."
"sorry! i mean, like i said, i'm beyond happy. it's just..." he turns his head to the side, too embarrassed to look you directly in the eyes. "i kind of had, like, all my lines prepared. i thought you'd freak out, and i was going to deliver them. i even practiced in front of a mirror to get the, er, the execution right. i’m just confused, is all.”
“…oh.” you blink, and then, before the man before you can burst into tears, which you think he just might, given the way his head hangs low, and he’s curled his fingers into a shaky fist, the knuckles white, in his lap. “well,” you offer, wanting to start your life together on the right foot, “you can still go through your lines if you want. wanna start again from the top?”
he looks up at you hopefully and nods, flashing you a grateful smile as he smooths his hands out, stretching his quivering fingers. “i’d like that, actually. um, can you pretend you don’t know what’s going on so i can do the whole, you know, the whole ‘i love you and you’re mine now’ thing?”
“yeah,” you shrug, “whatever makes you happy. can we go upstairs after this? i really want to sleep more, but preferably on an actual bed in a proper room.”
“of course! we will. we can. we can do anything you want. you can do whatever you, erm, want to do. to me, by the way. please do whatever you like to me. i’m all yours.”
he says in one big breath, and because you can’t bear to keep looking at them anymore, not really listening to his rant, you reach out to hold his clammy hands in yours, intertwine your steady fingers with his shaking ones without a word.
“that’s better. it’s kinda weird how you kidnapped me and yet, you’re still the more nervous one.” you look up at him expectantly, but his face is frozen. “okay so should we take it from the top?”
“i-i—” he looks back at you stupidly with wide eyes, fumbles for the right words, his tongue tied and his brain fuzzy. “my love, my darling — i think i just,” he looks down, head hung in shame, and you notice the tips of his ears burn a bright red, and that his pulse seems to have doubled, heart beating out of his chest. “i think i just, er, came in my pants, again.”
bonus —
WILLING READER, looking down at the prominent bulge straining against the fabric of yan’s jeans: oh.
WILLING READER: want me to clean that up for you? i feel bad leeching off you even if you kidnapped me. gotta make rent somehow, right?
LOSER YAN:
LOSER YAN: haha 😇😇 that’s crazy where did all my clothes go!! 🤗🤗 silly me 🤗🤗
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bloodrediscream · 3 months
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“ I know you're there…”
@partycoffin
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kitnightowl · 1 year
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I feel like Wally has done the classic ‘artist drinking paint water’ by accident while he is in the zone painting.
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not-in-the-library · 1 year
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I had to
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jyrg0n · 1 year
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Wally vibing with some birds
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I can't draw animals please spare me
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Drew this before I found out about the audios so he kinda looks OOC? But I do kind of plan making more art regarding Welcome Home so */shrug let's just pass this one
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4s1na · 2 years
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"my darling, you will never be unloved by me you are too well tangled in my soul"
— Atticus
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nimhrudd · 1 year
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Frank has perfect dipping hips. Barnaby being the usual funny friend. Wally staring into your soul. And Julie’s just happy to be there.
Inspired by this:
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reidiot · 2 years
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man is not on planet earth anymore 😭
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mandasarts · 1 year
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Wally is such a pretty boy oh my god-
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cloudy-dreams · 9 months
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I enjoyed watching Arrietty as a kid, so I created a Borrower AU, with a human being transferred to the neighborhood, with noticeable difference in their appearance, is that they’re small..
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(Spiders were harmed in the making of this drawing, its hella dead 💀)
Y/n being a little fella aka a borrower living Wally’s house
When Y/N first arrived in Wally’s house..they have to get accustomed to being at such a small size.
They are surviving off of apples, cause looks like that’s what Wally only eats...but they are the occasional baked goods he brings (the baked goods being from mama Poppy Partridge), who Y/N would be grateful to, if they find out who’s responsible for making these delicious baked goods.
While Y/N is living in Wally’s house...living without knowledge of the home being sentient....
Home telling Wally there’s a guest with him, a small guest..
Being caught for the first time was fucking scary for Y/N...
Being held captive in a plushie soft grasp, belonging to a pompadour puppet who can’t seem to stop staring...
Wally being the curious gentleman that he is, asked many and many questions for their small guest, staring at there small form intensely...Y/N answered, not wanting to be harmed and wanting to leave immediately..
And after that he sets them free to hide in their small base, for the meantime..
But absolutely not letting Y/N leave home, it gets lonely...and he’s starting to take an interest in them..but sooner or later he’ll let Y/n explore the outside world, but his main priority is to show Y/n he means no harm.
Wally tries to befriend them, either talking to the walls where they reside, day or night, being unaware of the concept of sleeping, thinking that humans don’t need sleep, leading up to sleepless nights for poor Y/N..
or whenever Y/N goes out for essentials, which Wally gladly gives to them, as peace offerings, in fact most of Y/N’s small furniture were handcrafted by Wally,
Y/N will accept the important offerings, but their suspicions of Wally still reside, those eyes give them the creeps..
Wally always finds Y/N trying to be vigilant amusing, though he leaves them be, not wanting to strain Y/N’s trust even more.
Though he loves himself some games such as Cat and Mouse, always catching Y/n off guard with his childish antics, not really noticing the amount of distress Y/n is under in, but always let’s them go.
Ending things peacefully by letting them go, while Wally couldn’t wait for the next round of Cat and Mouse.
Y/N is aggressive towards Wally, trying to bite Wally’s fingers off, it’s a defense mechanism, with Y/N’s fear of Wally, it makes them distant.
But that doesn’t stop Wally from trying to his fullest to be at peace with Y/N.
Though they get increasingly annoyed with Wally’s childish games, scarring them to death like that.
Wally just absolutely adores small things, Y/N now being his favorite small thing. Making him increasingly overprotective of them..
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This is a first, writing an extensive backstory for these drawings, but I hope you guys like it. Y/N being a little fella with a lot of pent up aggressiveness towards Wally. There will be more to this AU if more ideas pop up in my head, ya’ll can join too, giving me ideas so I can draw it. Also other characters from WH can be included too!
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deadratsdream · 1 year
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Dear, Dear... Don't Cry! It'll All Be Over Soon...
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deadpoet-skull · 2 years
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bloodrediscream · 7 months
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Some fun drawings I did for TikTok live
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TW: Small blood
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