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ghostsy · 4 months

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The Other

yandere ! ITADORI YUJI x READER x yandere ! SUKUNA

WARNINGS: yandere, misogyny, nsfw, implied noncon

A/N: A bit different than usual, less story and more imagine, I just had a Thought TM that wouldn't leave me alone.

read at your own discretion.

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What about Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, but it’s 19th century Gothic Yuji and Sukuna obsessing over their cute little lab assistant.

Where Yuji finds himself falling in love with the pretty little thing that turned up one night on his doorstep. How could a gentleman refuse a damsel in distress? She’d had nowhere to go, and a woman on the streets is a woman without dignity. He’d done her a favor taking her in, feeding her, clothing her, teaching her everything he knows. Well, almost everything.

And it’s not that she’s not grateful, no, she’s always eager to please, pretty doe eyes blinking up at him with only the purest intentions of proving her worth.

It’s when that voice in his head that he swears isn’t his starts to talk.

Bend her over and spread her legs.

He’d had years of experience tuning the other inside of him out, and begrudgingly grew used to the snide remarks about the so-called useless pussy on legs. But it’s only when his more ignoble half begins to make suggestions with less than savory intentions that he finds himself wavering. He tries to reason that it isn’t him, not really. He can keep it under control. He always has.

It’s the small things really, how she bites the tip of her pencil in concentration during his lectures, determined to be of some use to him. Pretty lips parted oh so delicately, hugging the tip to her teeth.

Let me out. I want to see that whore mouth painted white with my cum.

Or when she blinks dumbly at him from under butterfly lashes, a sheepish giggle and warmth on her cheeks because something he said went in one ear, through her ditzy little brain, and out the other.

Dumb little thing would sink down and suck our cock dry if we told her it was in the name of science, wouldn’t she?

An involuntary twitch of his fingers sends his heart leaping to his throat.

Why don’t you find out?

He drowns it out until the cover of night shields him, locked inside his chambers before giving an inch to the monster. Stroking his cock to the image of her laid out naked and moaning beneath him, legs spread and welcoming. Where the thought of licking the sweat from the skin of her neck has him hurtling off that cliff, and into the resulting ocean of shame.

Little things build up, he finds, and even with her painfully female brain, she begins to notice something off. Though, he finds himself grateful when it isn’t disgust that meets him, but concern. Oh, bless women and their nurturing sensibilities.

She’ll fuss over him like a true lady, mothering but not smothering. Anything he needs to help soothe those pesky migraines. And he’ll finally realize an acceptable way to indulge in his impure thoughts. He’ll make the street urchin he turned lady his wife.

He ignores the rumbling of low laughter that rattles his brain at the thought, deep enough to shake something important but easily forgotten in his bones.

He’ll make all the appropriate preparations for a courtship, determined to woo her as a man would, as a man should. Dress her up, and take her on a promenade through the finest parts of town, introducing her to the finest people at the finest parties.

But he reasons that was his first mistake. Because when he watches her laugh, all airy and bright, intentionally tempting, entirely too close to that brooding dark-haired duke he liked to call brother, white hot fury spills into his veins. That distant familiar desire, heady in all its glory, bloodlust, is his only warning. And the other, who’d been quiet for quite some time, smugly returns.

A whore is a whore no matter the clothes. You thought she’d choose you?

He’ll down glass after glass of scotch, determined to ignore it, but too focused on the brush of her delicate fingers alongside the Duke’s sleeve. There’s a look in his friend’s eye he’s never quite seen before; it’s soft, warm, and it’s all it takes for him to rush to the water closet and hurl up the contents of his stomach.

Pathetic. A man doesn’t wait to be chosen. A man takes what’s his. There’s only one between us. Let me out.

A man takes what’s his. It’s a thought that settles too comfortably in his mind, and he resolves to keep her close. No more outings with those snobbish lords and ladies. Just to save her the embarrassment of exposing the unrefined nature of her peasant birth any more than she already had.

It’ll work for a time, but it’s just a little while later that his brother turned traitor starts turning up on the manor’s doorstep with his own intentions of courtship. Excuses of their preoccupation with scientific breakthroughs and studies only keep him at bay for so long.

I’ll do what you can’t. Let me out.

He begins to wonder whether the beast had been wrong when he catches her wistful stares out the window, too conspicuously asking about the wellbeing of a man that isn’t him. A whore is a whore. When she comes back from town with the excuse of restocking food or supplies, why does she take longer and longer to return each time?

Let Me Out.

He’ll question why it isn’t enough. Why he isn’t enough. He isn’t, not if her attention still turned elsewhere. There’s a beating at the door of his mind that threatens to split at any moment. Finally, mercifully, she’ll relieve the struggle with two words.

He proposed.

He proposed. He proposed. He proposed. He doesn’t hear anything after that, not as she sputters out empty placations and gratitude. Not when she solidifies her intentions of leaving him.

He just responds in kind with two earth-shattering words of his own.

Come out.

#yandere jjk #yandere itadori #yandere sukuna #yandere jujutsu kaisen #yandere itadori x reader #yandere sukuna x reader #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #i wrote this today so if there's grammar mistakes no there's not

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bodiedbyteecosplays · 10 months

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Modern!Human Hantengu Brothers headcanons

Heeeyyyy babiesss!!! I’m sorry it’s so late but I FINALLY GOT MY HANTENGU BROTHERS HEADCANONS DONE 🥹🥹!! I sincerely hope y’all enjoy them!

Alright so, The headcanon came from the roots in the manga. Hantengu (the demon) was known to have multiple wives and children and he killed every last one of them. After Muzan’s defeat & Hantengu was reborn, he sadly abandoned his wife and his two children because he still had his memories from his past life and felt guilt & fear. His son grew a bit of resentment for him and promised that when he became a father that he would be there for his children through and through. He met the Brothers’ mother because she was visiting Japan from Nigeria and fell absolutely head over heels in love with her. They soon started dating after getting to know each other. Then married later on and their first born son, Sekido was born, then came Karaku, Aizetsu, Urogi , & Zohakuten.

Their Mother, Dr. Kehinde Adeyinka- Hantengu is a OBGYN & their father Urami Hantengu is a co director for a very big movie production company. ( my boys came from riches but still humble )

Their parents come from different cultures so they always brought them up in a way where they were exposed to both equally. They know Japanese (that does include how to write in Japanese too), Yoruba, Nigerian Pidgin, English, and Swahili.

SEKIDO

• Much like his past life, Sekido still remains the oldest. His birthday is September 3rd, 1995 making our angery baby a Virgo ♍️.

• When I tell yall he is nonchalantttt!! Whew! He literally says the first thing that comes on his mind. His mom always told him that he was like his father in that regard.

• Also much like his past life, he always looks angered (Resting bitch face go brrrrrrr) Most people are kinda afraid to approach him.

• Definitely gets annoyed by his brothers antics (mostly Urogi and Karaku playing pranks on him and pissing him off and Aizetsu constantly second guessing himself)

• Loves the rain and finds it peaceful when it’s thundering outside.. it sets the mood when he’s by himself playing the piano (one of his hidden talents)

• He works as a Auto mechanic at his own shop. (which explains how he knows to keep his cars in perfect condition)

• He is most DEFINITELY a cat person. He has a Black Maine coon mix named Zeus. He found him just laying on top of one of his cars one day as he was getting ready to go get groceries and when he came back from the store, he was sitting in front of his apartment and he started growing fond of him and took him in. Zeus is spoiled rotten so I can only imagine when Sekido gets a partner 🫠.

• Is a greeeeeaaaaattttt cook! Other than their mother, his brothers usually latch on to his place when he does cook. (He definitely has a special apron on when he cooks too) He learned from his momma 🤩

• Has a giant dragon tattoo on his back that was drawn by Zohakuten and tattooed by Managi (Modern Human Gyokko. In my headcanon, he’s a famous Tattoo artist that grew fame from TikTok)

• Definitely is a Heavy sleeper but don’t let that MF Fan Turn off. He gonna wake up PISSED.

• Academically speaking, Sekido is extremely intelligent. He graduated top of his class in High school & has a degree in Engineering (he also graduated top of his class in college too)

• BLACK COFFEE ADDICT! Can’t stand overly sweet coffee or sweet ANYTHING. Likes really savory foods! Lots of meat but not too too much. Also loves vegetables, stews, curry’s, and etc. The only thing he can tolerate that relates to sweet foods is dark chocolate.

• Definitely the type to go to bed by 10 pm (grumpy old man 😂😂)

• LISTEN! My baby is BUILTTTTTTT. He definitely hits the gym after work He’ll OCCASIONALLY go with Karaku if he doesn’t have to work. He’s also tall (he’s 6’3 1/2 and the tallest out of the brothers)

• He adores his family and anyone he deems close although he does get annoyed with their shenanigans he will always and forever care.

• y’all know that bath & body works scent “ Mahogany Teakwood” yeah, literally smells like that plus Shea butter & mint.

KARAKU

• Karaku is the second Born like his past carnation. He was born on October 4, 1996 making him a Libra baby.

• He’s literally a big kid at heart but he’s really chill and down to earth.

• Much like his past life he’s really playful and loves a good thrill. It makes his blood pump lol.

• Loves teasing his brothers (mostly Sekido and Aizetsu) One time he played a prank on Sekido while he was asleep by putting a realistic looking robotic spider on him (poor Seki has arachnophobia 🥲) & when he woke up all hell broke loose and when he finally caught Karaku, he put him in a chokehold and it took Urogi and Aizetsu to get him off of Karaku. 😂😂😂 and you’d think after that he’d learn his lesson (he didn’t)

• He works as a Bartending Manager for a big club and always makes good money in tips because one he loves serving the drinks and seeing people’s reaction to his drinks and they all love him dearly.

• Speaking of, he Is a masttttterrrrr at creating drink recipes and has a miniature bar at his place. He’s also a fairly decent cook but still annoys Sekido because he likes his better 😂.

• Like I’ve said before, mans is a seriously talented dancer & he effortlessly woos people with his moves ever since he went viral online & has a lots of fans (no pun intended).

• He also posts videos of him making drinks on TikTok too and always picks the best songs but people mostly like when he does voice overs of what he puts in drinks.

• He also does Twitch streams from time to time playing games( likes games like FNAF, Dead by Daylight, or any kind of scary games.)

• I also headcanon that he loves Halloween mostly because it’s during his birth month.

• Has one tattoo on his arm of his moms first name. His mom always told him that he reminds her of herself back in her youth.

• Loves all animals but is more so a Dog person.

• HE DOES SMOKE WEED & VAPE!

• Academically he made A’s & B’s in high school so he is quite smart but still goofed off in class though 😂. He has a Bachelors Degree in Communications and is also apart of a Fraternity.

• DEFINITELY A GYM BRO BUT NOT THE TOXIC KIND. Takes his physical health and physique seriously but never ever talks bad about how anyone else chooses to do with their body. If they are happy, he is as well. He’s definitely not a bodyshamer & will put someone in check if they talk bad about someone around him.

• HES A LIGHT SLEEPER. Any little sound will wake him up instantly. One time he came home from work so tired that he forgot that he connected his phone to his big bluetooth speaker while he took a shower & also forgot that he set an alarm to wake him up in the morning for the gym and damn near had a heart attack when his alarm went off. 🥲

• Loves energy drinks and coffee but knows his limits on his intake and that too much caffeine isn’t good. DEFINITELY MEAL PREPS! Has meats, vegetables, and fruits.

• Like I Said, he takes his personal physical seriously. He has a skin care routine and he also smells really good too .. it’s like a Citrusy and warm vanilla type scent mixed with hints of his favorite cologne.

• He’s also fairly tall too standing at about 6’2

• He’s heavily into zodiac signs and reads his horoscope on the daily! Got the rest of his brothers into it. Sekido & Zoha thought it was stupid until they both did some research and it started singling out their individual character traits & that’s what sparked their interests in it.

• He’s a lover at heart so anybody that he loves he has them near and dear to his heart. If he loves you then you’re a 4LIFERRRRR.

AIZETSU

• So he’s the middle child! His Birthday is February 20, 1998 making Zetsy a Pisces baby!

• Much like his past incarnation he’s quiet & monotone if he’s not comfortable around you but once he is comfortable he becomes relaxed and more expressive. Is very introverted.

• He was kind of bullied in school due to his quiet and timid behavior but when asked his opinion on something, much like his older brother Sekido he wouldn’t hold back the truth (it’s always the quiet ones)

• I would like to think that Aizetsu is heavily into meditation because it calms his anxiety and his nerves.

• PLEASE GIVE THIS BABY WORDS OF AFFIRMATION AND REASSURANCE!

• Aizetsu works as a computer tech and is very good with technology. He’s been very tech savvy since he was a kid always learning how it functions and knowing the ins and outs of it. He also works part time as a Lyft driver.

• His hidden talent is singing! Like I said in my last post, Aizetsu is a hellllaaaa talented singer but he only does so in private but if he sings around someone that means he’s comfortable with them.

• He’s into Zodiac signs thanks to Karaku. He’s a water sign (Team waterrrr) so he’s really good at seeing through people and strays away from those who he determines to be not good people.

• Doesn’t really go to the gym. He thinks it’s way too many people. Instead he finds alternatives at home and he was blessed with a high metabolism too so that’s a W for him. But don’t let that fool you, under what he covers up, he’s still buff. He is about 6’2, same height as Karaku.

• Made excellent grades in school. Mostly all As and graduated top of his class like his brother. He is currently in college pursuing software engineering and is still doing excellent academically!

• Is a good cook at best. Only sticks to simple stuff and doesn’t really like to go all out. Not particular about food but in the same breath, he does lean towards savory foods.

• Doesn’t have any tattoos but low key wants a treble clef tattoo on his chest or something small.

• Has a pet Bearded dragon named Toothless.

• Smells really good! I think he would smell like Cinnamon. Skin does get irritated during the summer time but it’s not severe. Does get tips from Karaku about skin care.

• Is much more of a tea kind of person and loves herbal tea (chamomile is his favorite)

• Not really much of a sweets kind of person.

• IS A VERY LIGHT SLEEPER. Imagine Karaku x10!! Will wake up if he hears the smallest sound or if the temperature is not to his liking (he keeps his place on 64 degrees AT ALL TIMES).

• Aizetsu is a very gentle, understanding, sweet, and thoughtful person and he has times where he second guesses himself but he definitely has a good crowd of people around him to keep his head held high.

UROGI

• Like his past incarnation he’s the second to last born. His Birthday is January 4th, 1999 ( he’s only 11 months younger than Aizetsu)

• He is most DEFINITELY a wild child lmao! He’s like Karaku x3000 when it comes to getting a thrill out of doing some shit. As a child he used to like to jump off of crazy shit and oddly would not get hurt 😅

• Has always been hella adventurous since he was a young lad. Always loved being outdoors and being in nature and still does in his adulthood. Likes going hiking & climbing. He feels at peace outdoors.

• He once climbed a whole fucking billboard and sat there for like 10 minutes ( Karaku and one of their cousins has a recording of him climbing it)

• Not only is he super flexible and athletic but he’s also very musically inclined too. His singing voice is on par with Aizetsu and he can read and write music (to an extent).

• Urogi works at the same bar as Karaku (Yes they work together) literally trouble but make it double 😂😂. Much to anyone’s surprise they don’t cause THAT much chaos. If Karaku is thing one then Urogi is thing two!

• He also loves coming up with different type of recipes and they are all a hit. Him and Karaku compete to see whose drinks are the best at work but it’s all brotherly competition and never any hard feelings.

• Heavily into gymnastics too & have been since he was little! So you know he keeps his body in great condition and goes to the gym everyday! He is about 6’1 1/2.

• Academically he made a mixture of A’s, B’s, and some C’s. Never went below a C. Is very smart but is whole ass class clown. It only took one time for his parents to get onto him and he never caused any significant distractions again lmao. Did not want to attend college but chose to follow what he felt was good for him. At first his parents were a little mad but they let Urogi decide what was best for him and supported whatever he decided (WE LOVE GOOD NON TOXIC PARENTING 🥹).

• Can cook but absolutely hates doing it. Prefers takeout instead and only cooks when he is in the mood to do so.

• Very much a HEAVY ASS SLEEPER & SNORES. Can probably sleep through a loud ass storm.

• Smells very earthy but not in a bad way. Like a combination of Pine and Sandalwood. (His favorite body wash is Dove Sandalwood for its earthy tone) Has seasonal breakouts but worst during winter (poor baby)

• He definitely smokes weed but by himself or with Karaku.

• His weakness: HE LOVES SWEETS & JUNK FOOD. Mans can literally eat a XL pizza by himself.

• Urogi is all together a very friendly, eclectic, and outgoing person and everyone can’t help but love him (even though he sometimes drives them crazy) 😂

ZOHAKUTEN

• He’s the last born baby of the brothers! He was born July 21st, 2007 so he is a Cancer baby!

• Like Sekido and Aizetsu, Zohakuten is a rather quiet, reserved person. But he is hellllaaaaa blunt. Zohakuten’s tone may come off a bit direct and blunt and a little harsh but I think he means well. (Sometimes)

• INTROVERTED.

• Also like his brother, he DEFINITELY has a resting bitch face and is his dads literally mini me.

• He is very much into art and loves graphic design. He’s also a very skilled digital artist as well.

• As a matter of fact, he drew the dragon design that Sekido has tattooed on his back for his birthday last year.

• He is still in high school and is very close to his senior year!! He makes excellent grades in school with straight A’s and has always.

• He is also a band student too! He plays the snare drums.

• After Highschool he does hope to help his dad out at the studio and work to save up for college. He wants to pursue a career in art.

• Since he still lives at home of course he gets spoiled by his parents but I don’t see him being the petty type like rubbing it in his brothers faces. Hell they be spoiling him too.

• He hits the gym with his brothers when they go. It’s like part of a bonding experience.

• He is about 5’9 ( his mom thinks that he’s on the brink of a major growth spurt.) For more context, their mom is 5’11 (momma a stallionnnn) and their dad is 6’7.

• HE HATES SWEETS! Prefers spicy foods though! Literally will go through a family sized bag of hot chips in 30 minutes and nobody knows how. (Not even me.) 😂😂😂.

• HEAVY ASS SLEEPER! That’s it that’s the post.

• Is willing to learn how to cook but only trusts his mother or Sekido to teach him.

• Karaku got him into zodiac signs too. He didn’t understand the concept at first until he read further and started seeing his attitude traits in what he read on Cancers.

• Not a people person but it is not as bad as his past incarnation where he bathed in hatred. Is willing to make some changes to his attitude and approach especially pursuing a career that deals with customers commissioning him for his arts but PLEASE do not piss him off or rush his work.

• He may not show it but he lovvvveesssss and adores his family!

I genuinely hope you all enjoyed my headcanons. I had been putting it off and putting it off and making revisions but I think that I love my headcanons for them. There are of course some more to come though so keep your eyes peeled. I will eventually start writing for more fandoms but I gotta let this Hantengu clone brainrot out somehow lmao.

I tag: @i-karaku-swear-i-dont-smoke-weed @ch3rriiii-bunn @hakujisstuff @bbkook @its-freaking-jordan @yunaarts

#hantengu clones #sekido #karaku #aizetsu #urogi #zohakuten #kny headcanons #kimetsu no yaiba #black writer #Hantengu clone headcanons

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scremogirl · 7 months

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☾✧꥟ 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 ✧✰☀︎︎

𝐌𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐫𝐚𝐳𝐢𝐞𝐬

!Deathstroke; Slade Wilson Edition!

Yea…no.

Sure, you knew when signing up for this job that you’d be dealing with the worst of the worst. You knew that the amount these guys racked up is probably more than your yearly salary. You knew that this was a building filled with maniacs and lost souls. You knew that. What you didn’t know is that you’d have to be dealing with this guy.

Slade Wilson; mercenary, assassin, business man, and just over all powerhouse. You will say that he isn’t the worst on your roster, but he isn’t the nicest either. It doesn’t matter to you though, everyone in here could be thrown into the same category. You snapped out of your thoughts when the telltale buzzing sound hit your ears, signaling that your next patient was here. The conversation between you and the guards was routine; telling you the patient's name, what they're here for, blah blah blah. As they leave, Wilson takes the seat right across from you instead of the much more comfortable couch. You suspect this to be some sort of intimidation tactic, lessening the distance between you so you feel uncomfortable. He wants to make himself look bigger, badder; you’re not falling for it. Noting this makes you feel more certain so you puff out your chest more, head held a little higher.

“Good Afternoon, Mr Wilson. I’m Dr. (L/n) and I’ll be your new physiatrist and occasional therapist,”

“Occasional?”

“Yes, occasional. Lord knows how understaffed we are,” that last part was mumbled under your breath, or at least, you thought it was; seeing as you earned a chuckle from the mane across from you. Yes, this is a good start.

“So, Mr Wilson,” you perk up a bit

“Is there anything you’d like for me to know about you? Any worries, concerns, hobbies, things of the sort?” He pauses, his good eye analyzing you from top to bottom. His brows furrow slightly and the cuffs around his wrist slightly flank against each other from the tapping of his leg.

“Just one,” he says in a deep voice sending shivers down your spine. Not like that…I mean, yes like that, but could anyone really blame you? Just look at him.

“Anything, Mr Wilson,” you smile lightly as a sign of welcoming. You know whatever comes out of his mouth won’t be the most savory, no matter how severe, but you won’t let him see any weakness.

“How long do you think you’ll last here?” you’re about to inquire the meaning of his question but get caught off before you could ask.

“It’s obvious someone like you isn’t meant for a place like this. Too kind, too friendly, too small,” the octave of his voice goes down a little at the end.

“You’d get eaten alive in here,” you smile, soft and content. You sigh a tiny bit before looking up from your notepad looking directly at him.

“You’ve know me all of,” you take a glance over at the clock to the clock

“…five minutes and you’re already making assumptions. Even implying I quit the job I spent 13 yrs practicing for. How inconsiderate, Mr Wilson,”

The playfulness in your voice brings back that slight tug of his lips and melodic chuckle. Two (Y/n) zero Slade Wilson.

“One could say that’s the whole point of your job isn’t it? Making assumptions. Trying to see what you think would help people like us; analyzing us as soon as we step through these doors,” damn, 2-1.

You return to smile again, this time in defeat, still never losing the airiness to it.

“Touché. However, I’m not so worried about assuming. It’s human nature to do so, is it not? You see a guy standing in a dark alleyway, hoodie covering his face, hands tucked deeply in his pockets,” you rummage through your desk drawer before pulling out two erasers. One a cow face and the other a little pig. You set them down in front of you before continuing.

“You’ll think one of many things; A, he’s a smoked out crackhead waiting to ask for some money. B, a low life thug ready to mug you for all your worth, or C, a murder in the loose ready to make you his next victim,” you glance up at your patient, he seems confused as to where you’re going with this. Good.

“My point is that everyone assumes. No matter what. It’s my job to separate the lies from the truth m. To find out who you really are,” you smile for the nth time, he starts to grow annoyed. How can you be so carefree with someone like him?

“You gonna tell me where you’re going with this?”

“Tell me, Mr Wilson,” you point to the erasers you previously set out.

“Which one of these do you think is my favorite?” He shoots a quick look at his choices and then back at you. He assumi-…guessing that you want to prove a point, make him see he’s wrong. Not gonna happen. He takes his time, he knows about you, how could he not. Everyone knows when fresh meat gets sent into this hell hole, easier to manipulate. When he heard you were assigned to him he did some digging into your history, but… he couldn’t find anything. A regular person with an irregular job. There has to be a reason for this. Earlier when tried to assess you he thought you were nothing but another innocent to be corrupted, but from the situation that he’s in now… he’s assum- guessing he’s wrong. Damn… you are good. 3-1.

“Neither,” hm? What is he talking abou-

“It’s the one on your pencil. That’s your favorite,”

You laugh, of course he’d figure it out. Ever since you two started talking you’d fiddle with the end of your pencil from time to time. The little bunny remains stationary at the end of it. 3-2.

“You figured it out, didn’t you?” he smiles before man-spreading his legs a little wider, shoulders falling back slightly.

“Well, Deathstroke, I just give credit where it’s due. However,” you say dragging out the last syllable.

“One thing you failed to notice this one thing,” you for some god unforsaken reason flip the eraser inside out and his face drops.

“It’s a sheep,”

4-1

I kinda lost motivation at the end so it’s a lil sloppy and doesn’t really make sense ¯\_(ツ)_/¯. Just tryna get over my writer’s block and last week's bust ass schedule. Hope you enjoyed it anyways.

Love, Sosa❤️

#☾✧꥟ 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 ✧✰☀︎︎#slade wilson #Slade x reader #Slade x you #Slade x y/n #deathstroke #Deathstroke x reader

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radiorumble · 2 months

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I'm always so inspired by so many artists in this fandom, one of them is @corpsebridalshower. I really admire the way they do poses and expressions and it got me wanting to try my hand at the show's style again after giving up a few times. I got pretty close at it tonight so I'm gonna keep trying! Really wanna work on that hard, clean line look. My oc has a meat-based confections shop in Cannibal Town and she uses her Dr. Frankenstein vibe to essentially make her treats seem like they're still alive. Like eating someone alive who's made out of pastries, and the gooey center's flesh and blood! I really like this artist's witchy oc Bonnie, I hope she likes savory sweets!

#Every day I'm inspired by fanart and every night I can't help but draw #it's great #Freyja #hazbin hotel oc #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel fanart #hazbin hotel fandom #hazbin fandom #my art

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jerzwriter · 3 months

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Bacon & Bribery: A Hopkins Tale

You know, @dr-colossal-pita, I really don't know what happens to my brain when I get your requests, and it can be argued that it's frightening, but hey - it works! lol Thanks for the ask, and I hope you enjoy this silliness. :) From this ask.

Book: Open Heart (prequel/Hopkins Years) Characters: Ethan Ramsey, Tobias Carrick Words: 600 Rating: Teen Summary: All Ethan wants to do is sleep as late as he can, but Tobias has other plans. A/N: This fic takes place during Ethan & Tobias's Hopkins years, before the competition soured their friendship. @choicesfebruary2024 - Philia (for both) and a little Philautia for Tobias lol

The ringer on Ethan’s alarm clock went off, but its sound was nearly drowned out by the tortured moan he emitted the moment it started to buzz. Reaching over, he slammed his hand against the snooze button and rolled over. Nuzzled under the blanket again, all was right with the world, and a half-grin formed on his lips. He had everything down to a science. He could hit snooze three more times, allowing him just enough time to throw on his clothes, pour a cup of coffee, and race to his first and only class of the day. It was all clockwork. But this morning, something was different.

Ethan’s nose wrinkled as the savory scent of bacon and sausage wafted into his room. He wanted to stay in bed, difficult as that was knowing bacon was a room away, but if the processed meats couldn’t lure him, the singing... well, it didn’t lure him, but compelled him to wake and make it stop. Shuffling to the kitchen in a tattered old bathrobe and disheveled hair, Ethan rubbed his eyes to find Tobias cheerfully standing over the stove.

“Hey, Buddy!” he grinned. “Let me guess, you’re here for the bacon, right!”

“Well, I sure as hell am not here for your sausage,” he grumbled. “Let me guess? You’re trying to impress some poor soul lying in your bed? Is it one of the rare finds you want to bring back here more than once?"

Tobias, already dressed in a fitted back T and perfectly distressed jeans, turned to his friend with a playful scowl.

“Why are you so damn bitter, Ramsey. We need to get you laid.”

“I get laid, plenty,” Ethan spat, stopping Tobias mid pancake flip.

“E... no one who actually gets laid ‘plenty’ ever says they get laid ‘plenty.’ But enough about your non-existent sex life. There’s no one here except us, so what do you want for breakfast?”

“To go back to bed.”

“Fine!” Tobias replied, flipping a crispy piece of bacon into his mouth. “But don’t think I’m saving any of this for you.”

Ethan took a step away, but the virtual breakfast buffet spread out on the kitchen counter had him turning around.

“Fine!" he said ploping into a chair. "Eggs, bacon, and some pancakes will do nicely.”

“Coming right up,” Tobias snickered. “And damn, you really meant it when you said you didn’t want my sausage.”

Tobias burst out laughing as his friend sighed in grief.

“I don’t know if this breakfast is worth putting up with you.”

“Pfft,” Tobias smiled, placing Ethan’s plate before him. “You love me even when there’s no breakfast involved. Don't try denying it!”

“I don't."

Tobias leaned back in the chair across from his friend. "Keep lying to yourself," he chortled. “Oh, FYI, our 9:00 class was canceled. What do you say we take a ride down to the waterfront and make the most of the day.”

Ethan dropped his toast to the table, his jaw hanging open.

“You mean you knew class was canceled? And you're out here making breakfast?”

“Had to get you up, somehow,” Tobias grinned. “Come on! It’s a beautiful day! We should enjoy it."

"I wanted to enjoy it in bed!" Ethan spat, instantly regretting his words.

"Yeah, well, that has different meanings for you and me, my friend." All too proud of himself for irritating Ethan, Tobias laughed again.

“How can you even be this happy this early in the morning?” Ethan pondered as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

“It’s all part of my charm! You should be taking notes. Then, we could go back to that whole getting you laid thing... hey, where you going?”

“I’m going to get dressed. The sooner we’re in the car, the sooner I can put on the radio to tune you out.”

Tobias smiled with a snap of his fingers. “And just like that... I’ve got my ride to the waterfront!”

@choicesficwriterscreations @openheartfanfics

Tagging others separately.

#choices fanfic #playchoices fanfic #open heart #open heart fanfic #open heart choices #choices open heart #ethan ramsey #tobias carrick #choices stories you play #playchoices

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neotaissong · 2 months

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many thanks to @vvaterling for the tag, appreciate it

Last songs I listened to: 'the creator has a masterplan' by pharoah sanders, 'arab voice of freedom (live)' by fairuz, 'kwanzaa' by karma and 'weight of the word' by MIKE

Currently watching: mandabi by ousmane sembène (super stressful watch as unc gets taken by the triple threat of colonialism, corruption and a community of vultures) sankofa by haile gerima (one the best time travel movies of all time, with arguably the most cathartic slave uprising commited to film, another gerima masterpiece that burns all the exploitative, liberal-fascist, cash-grab, trauma porn slave narratives to dust) burning an illusion by menelik shabazz, the empire strikes back 4K80 (all these 'resistance' movies owe haiti, algeria and vietnam, a big phat cheque) love is blind (ngl after mandabi i needed thissss lol, so much mess this season) as above so below by larry clark (has some of the fiercest close ups of all the la rebellion films) little forest: winter/spring (a beautiful, seasonal series of movies, focused on cooking in a small village in Japan and the relationship between a daughter and her mother who has abandoned her, it's like a slow burn cooking show slash japanese art house movie series (it's 4 movies in total) about the poetic changing of seasons...it really makes you think about how limited western filmmaking/storytelling is and in it's own way asks the eternal question: what is cinema?) spirited away by miyazaki (i kinda hate sharp images at the mo, BUT reluctantly getting a 4k cut made from an 8k upscale, had me marvelling at every single frame and brushstroke and now im bopping thru the streets to joe hisaishi's score like a joker, but u know idgaffffffff this movie is an absolute masterpiece and it ain't up for discussion my dears lol) the muslim mindset and islam’s mission with dr sohail hanif and ig stories from: bisan, motaz, hindkhoudary, warsanshiree, saul williams, red_maat, bsonblast, amandaseales, oaklandmademe, thezaynalarbii and yasinbey...

Currently reading: ousmane sembène interviews, the quran, art on my mind by bell hooks, ming smith aperture monograph, domu: the dreams of children by katshuhiro otomo, the sound i saw by roy decarava, instant light (polaroids) by andrei tarkovsky, maafa by harmony holiday, the book of light by lucile clifton and suheir hammad's gaza suite. dipping in and out of all of the above...

Sweet/savory/spicy: all three, but right now, korean spicy chicken is what i dream of...

Relationship status: single...praying she loves god...............................and korean spicy chicken..............

Current obsession: shooting with my new camera, lenses lenses lenses, colour grading on davinci, preparing for shoots at the end of the month, inshallah...roy decarava's photography and his use of shadow, darkness and light, ming smith's photography and her use of blurrrr, darkness and focus, summerdanceforver dance-off videos (i miss paradiso) new balance 9060's and salehe bembury's designs and interviews especially his peace be the journey sneakers, hiking, harmony holiday on twitter (unmatched raps with a razor under tongue!) hiroshi yoshimura - copped the vinyl represses of green and surround, which im super grateful for, totally obsessed with green: ethereal and expansive movements through nature, basking in healing frequencies. local reggae community radio station run by elders in north london, always vibrant, shaggy and aggy. talking, arguing, listening, LEARNING, UNLEARNING, loving and meditating on how to decolonise everything, liberation and how we get free...free palestine congo sudan and stopppp cop city...steamed buns from bun house, writing and shooting (jill scott voice: slowly surely) and last and certainly notttttt least, getting closer to god...

Last search: flights to jamaica... (get me outta babylon fam)

Currently working on: beating burnout and the resulting procrastination to finish my new movie inshallah...preparing for shoots at the end of the month inshallah...

now i tag: @humbleseed @kndmind @ritasdove @ahla-tahiya @komplikacije @wrathdiwata @earthgoddessmusings @elea-mar @mosterriblewoman @thacryingame @besarelcielo @universalstudent @jamiefoxxhairline @therootednomad @0912199 @afeelingindescribable @sbtravie @artemisiasea @macaroot @textualtrancetextural @143-4u @afroladina @chaosteorema @rose1water @coyotelo @godzilla-en-mexico @esdr0 @gullyrootoranamu @guwop07 @bohemialatina @emekkka

im sure i've missed some mutuals, plssssss if i didn't tag you and you feel like you wanna put us on game and spill the beans on whats currently got you moving --------- pls join innnnn!

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starrysharks · 3 months

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uncomfortable for everyone involved

#zeno's art #ocs #reassassination #sketches #octavia s #dr savory #thinking about the stitch lines on octavia's hair.... is it cool or distracting idk whether to keep it or not #anyway these are the current redesigns #probably the final ones but i do think i'll tweak sav a bit more

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softdoctorreid · 2 years

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a little more | reid x reader

a continuation of "a little extra”

summary: later seasons Spencer overindulges and then eats you out. that’s it, that’s the fic. • nsfw/18+, smut, oral sex (female receiving), vaginal sex, shameless smut

(previously posted this on AO3 anonymously)

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Rossi’s dinners were always a big to-do, with the fanciest foods, the most expensive liquors, and the best company the BAU had to offer. You looked forward to them and the joy they brought to you and to Spencer. After a particularly tough few months, things were finally looking up for the team and Dave extended an invitation for everyone to join him for a night to remember at his house - sorry, mansion. And you were always happy to be Spencer’s plus-one.

No expense was spared on festivities or on food. There was dish after dish of rich Italian food, heavenly desserts provided by Penelope, and plenty of libations to go around. It was easy to get overwhelmed by the amount of savory and sweet spreads available, and your boyfriend’s eyes were notoriously bigger than his stomach. Not to mention his inability to resist anything with sugar in it. Spencer had treated himself to one too many servings of lasagna and garlic bread, completely neglecting the expertly roasted vegetables, before insisting on trying at least one of each treat prepared by Garcia – and then some.

Now that you were home, Spencer was facing the consequences of his own gluttony. He fell back onto the bed with a groan, head tilting back as his hand came to rest on his stomach. Long fingers stretched over the little bulge of his belly straining against his shirt.

You giggled, sauntering over to join him on the bed. “Overindulge there, babe?” you teased, sitting beside him.

“Maybe,” he said, his lips curling into a pout. Like a child admonished for eating too much candy. “I’m stuffed.”

You reached over to place your palm beside his and massaged his tummy, so full it had almost no give beneath your touch. “It would seem so.” Your eyes wandered over him, stuck at the unforgiving point of his belt buckle digging into his flesh despite the fact he’d specifically left the table to loosen it a few notches at one point. The pull of the fabric over his swollen belly, the way he panted just a little as he shifted, seeking relief from a discomfort of his own doing. It reminded you of other sounds he could make, pretty whines you were suddenly desperate to coax from him.

You rubbed your legs together, warmth blossoming in the pit of your stomach, and let your touch drift down to his thigh. “I guess that means you didn’t leave room for dessert?”

“Dessert?” Confusion flashed over his face - dessert was precisely what had landed him in this predicament. But when he clocked the look in your eyes his own widened. “Oh. No,” he smiled. “There’s always room for dessert.”

“Yeah?” You nestled yourself between his open legs and began undoing his overtaxed button-down. You poked his lightly protruding tummy. “I don’t know, you are pretty stuffed.”

Spencer sat up, grabbing your waist to pull you closer to him. “I’m still hungry though,” he whined. He captured your lips in a desperate, needy kiss, all teeth and tongue searching for a taste of you. You wove your hands in his hair as he held your body against his. Tangled up together and it still wasn’t close enough for either of you.

“You’re just insatiable, huh Dr. Reid?” you asked. In response he simply pulled your shirt up over your head and began peppering a trail of kisses down your neck. “How am I ever going to satisfy your appetite?”

His mouth moved lower between your breasts, lavishing you with attention while he grappled with the clasp of your bra. Finally succeeding in removing the thin fabric, he looked up at you with desire-dark eyes. “By letting me satisfy you.” You should have known what he had in mind – going down on you was among his favorite pastimes, and it would take more than a bellyache to keep him from jumping at the chance to bury his face between your legs.

“I think that can be arranged.” You rolled your hips down against his growing dick and he let his head loll back against the pillows. Rocking back and forth you sucked at a spot just under his jaw, pressing your breasts flush against his bare chest until he groaned and fumbled desperately with his belt.

“Too tight,” he winced, and you reached down to offer a helping hand, stroking your fingers up the thickness of his hardening length through his trousers first.

“Not enough room in there for all of you,” you teased. When you finally flicked open his belt and popped open the button of his pants he let out a whimper of relief at the mercy of extra space his tummy inched forward to fill. “You’re a growing boy.” Catching the way his eyebrows furrowed at the innuendo, you dragged your fingertips from his navel up to his cheek, stroking his skin. You knew he was still self-conscious about the way his body had changed after his time at Millburn, so you quickly added, “And such a pretty boy. You’re so pretty, Spence, so pretty like this.”

You kissed him again. You just couldn’t help yourself. You loved every version of him, but it did something to you, something primal, after he had… filled out. The extra space he took up making his presence a little more commanding, and a little more real. After all those months apart while he was in prison, it reminded you that he wasn’t going anywhere. He was here, and whole, and real, and yours. All yours, as he flipped you over on the mattress and pulled your pants down your legs. Yours to squeeze, hands digging into his soft hips as he nipped at your neck, into the round flesh of his ass when rubbed his dick against over your center and groaned at how wet he could feel you were even through your panties.

Those long fingers of his, a little thicker than they used to be, made quick work of removing them and when he thumbed over your sensitive clit you twisted the bedsheets in your hands. He looked up with a devilish grin before spreading his tongue against you and the anticipation turned to overwhelming satiation as he helped himself to the taste of you. A moan of pleasure escaped his mouth, more thrilled than any reaction Rossi’s dinner had garnered – even Garcia’s triple fudge cheesecake. With you, he wasn’t holding back anymore.

Maybe that was the connection, the reason you found him so irresistible lately. It was like he’d relinquished control, given in to his baser impulses, be it the overindulging in delicacies that had expanded his waistline or the way he just couldn’t seem to keep his hands… or his mouth, or his body… off of you. He couldn’t hold back anymore. Or maybe he just didn’t want to. And there was something so undeniably hot about it, watching him give in and savor it all. Especially when it led to the ecstasy you felt now, as he licked and sucked at your center, using those large hands to stroke at your bundle of nerves as he did so.

“You taste so good,” he sighed. “Fucking divine .”

You closed your eyes, tangling your hands in his hair to pull him closer as you played back images of earlier that night. The way he had licked his lips at the sight of the feast before him on the table, and then again when you were splayed before him on the bed. How his tongue darted out to swipe each morsel of sauce or frosting from whatever was on his fork at dinner in a way that just drove you mad. The breathy huffs he made as he worked his way through the meal, his belt becoming increasingly tight as he pushed more food past his lips, pausing occasionally to lean back in the chair and rub the round little belly that poked out from his sweater. That hadn’t stopped him from slinking away to discreetly loosen his belt before dessert though. Discreet as he tried to be, it hadn’t escaped your attention, the subtle shift. Neither did the way the buttons on his shirt still strained as he continued to eat past the point of discomfort, drawn to those sweets like he couldn’t resist.

Now he was eating you out like his life depended on it, despite the ache you knew he must have felt after dinner and the food coma he had a tendency to slip into. All his energy had returned at the promise of getting a taste of you. Panting and moaning as though he couldn’t get enough of you. How wanted, how needed it made you feel to know he craved you. He was so greedy for you and you were happy to oblige.

Spencer pulled back to catch his breath, pressing soft kisses to your thighs and it crossed your mind how eager you were to return the favor later, to rest your head between his own soft thighs. To let him fuck you later for the incredible feeling of his whole body against yours. The weight of him on top of you was divine these days, enough to melt away all your worries as he held you tight. You still couldn’t believe that he had thought, even for a moment, you wouldn’t love all of him. This little extra he had now was everything, the extra security, the extra room to hold and cuddle. You wouldn’t complain about having more of the love of your life.

It made you think of relationship weight, of how everyone said that couples in happy partnerships were more likely to gain weight with their newfound security.

“God, Spence,” you groaned, as he pushed one finger inside of you, then two, thrusting lazily in and out of you as he hummed against your hip. “Please, more .”

You were the insatiable one now, begging for all he could give. Both of you comfortable enough with each other to give in, to beg. Spencer was safe now, safe from Cat Adams and safe from Scratch and most importantly, safe with you, in your arms. Or, at the moment, between your legs and resuming his ministrations in a way that made any further thoughts fly away. All you could think about was how good it felt, how good he was, how close you were as he lapped at your heat and finally brought you to completion with a cry of his name and one last tug on his curls.

When you opened your eyes again he was crawling up towards you, his lips glistening with your come. You watched as he slowly, deliberately swiped his tongue over them before smiling at you. “Delicious,” he said lowly.

And fuck , that was hot. You sat up, wasting no time to crash your mouth against his, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Satisfied?” you asked.

“Oh yes. I mean, if you are,” he said, falling back against the pillows.

“I am. Very. Although,” you said, pulling away, “I could go for more. What would you say to seconds?”

He chuckled, reaching up to stroke your cheek. “I’d say the second helping of cheesecake I had is catching up to me and I’m a little too full to move,” he replied, patting his tummy. You lay down, embrace sneaking around his waist to rest your head on that soft tummy. It was so comfortable to hold him close, and when you pressed a kiss just below his navel, you could feel his achingly hard cock twitch against where you lay. Sure, he had said he wanted to satisfy you, but he deserved release just the same. And you were more than happy to return the favor.

Licking a path down his happy trail, you stopped short of the waistband of his boxers. With a glance up at him, you smirked. “Who said you needed to move? It’s my turn to take care of you. You’ve already been a little greedy tonight,” you said, squeezing lightly at his belly. “But I want more, too. Want you to fill me up so good, Spence.”

He flushed, but it didn't stop the dazed smile spreading over his face. “How can I say no to that?”

So you pulled his boxers down, watching as his cock sprang up at attention, so thick and already leaking from the tip. “So pretty,” you said again, taking him into your mouth. The length of him warm against your tongue as you sucked him off, releasing him with a soft pop. Spencer grunted at the loss of contact, but you quickly silenced him by lining him up with your entrance and sinking down on to him. The noise of complaint quickly became a groan of satisfaction as you took him slowly, letting him fill you inch by inch.

So full, so wide. Like a missing piece fitting perfectly into place, making you feel whole again. It felt so right to be this close to him, to let the lines of where you began and he ended fade into nothing until there was no barrier left between you. Once you adjusted to the size of his throbbing cock, you began rolling your rips. As you found a rhythm, his eyes fluttered closed, mouth falling open in a perfect “o” of pleasure. The heat in the pit of your stomach swelled with pride at the sight of him, at knowing you had that kind of effect on him.

Spencer grabbed your ass to pull you closer, hold you tighter, and you reached your hands out to rest on his waist, his soft, over-full tummy giving you the perfect purchase to steady yourself on as you rode him. He whined the way he did earlier when he sought to relieve the pressure from his overtaxed belt and straining shirt. A sound of building discomfort, a wordless plea for the release he craved.

You loved it, love the huffs of breath as his hips bucked up to meet you, the way he whimpered as you thrust down onto him. The red flush of his face, the way filthy sounds fell from his lips, it was all so… delicious.

It spurned you on to pick up the pace, knowing he wouldn’t last much longer with the way he clutched at you. But you wanted to give him everything. He was safe. He was here, he was yours, and you wanted nothing but a lifetime of softness and sweet things for him. Let him indulge in luxurious foods and go back for second helpings. Let him succumb to gluttony and need all he wanted. Let him have his way with your body each time he begged. He deserved it, you thought, after everything. And if you made him feel safe enough to take what he wanted and still ask for more, with that bashful blush on his face, well that was just the cherry on top. Because you knew he’d give you anything you ever needed.

“Y/N,” he moaned. “Y/N, I’m…”

“I know,” you said, breathless. “I know, babe. It’s okay, I want you to come.” Your legs shook at the sensation of him, the fullness so overwhelming as you positioned yourself to take him even deeper.

“ Fuck, so close. So close. Gonna…” He trailed off again, head tipping back.

“Come for me, Spence,” you cooed. “Come for me. So full. Doing so good. Fill me up like only you can. Only you, babe.”

Your words coupled with a few more deep thrusts of your hips were enough to do him in, and the cry he gave as he emptied himself into you was just so goddamn pretty. For a minute you sat atop him, just taking in his wrecked, pretty face in the aftermath. Wet, bleary eyes and a blissed out smile, his cheeks the prettiest shade of pink as his spent dick softened inside you. You had to admit, the sight of your own work was something to behold.

Carefully pulling off of him, you sat yourself back in his lap and curled up against his chest, not caring about the mess between your legs for the moment. His arms came up around you to hold you to him and you nestled nearer, tingling at the warmth of his skin against yours. You were sure that this would be the time for him to spout off some statistic about the neuroscience of craving food and sex in a similar way, but judging by the way he rested his head against yours, he was entirely tuckered out.

It was so sweet to see him like this, so relaxed. Not a care in the world. You reached down to rub gently at his sore belly, needing to touch him still. Even after all that, you just couldn’t keep your hands off him. “I know someone said Rossi’s garlic bread was better than sex,” you said, smiling. “But clearly they’ve never had sex with Spencer Reid.”

He laughed, burying his head in the crook of your neck as he kissed you there, still struggling to come up with words post-orgasm. Not that you minded. You were perfectly content to lie there tangled up with him, hands wandering as you caught your breath. It gave you more time to work on memorizing the new shape of his body, the curves and softness the last year had given him. The thick thighs, the strong arms, the perfectly pudgy tummy. All home to the same kind eyes and winning smile and beautiful mind, and you adored every inch of him.

“Love you,” he breathed, finally finding the ability to speak. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” you whispered, stretching up to kiss him. And as you let your eyes close in his arms, his soft breath warm against your sweaty skin, you were perfectly, totally satisfied.

#spencer reid x reader #reid x reader #fanfiction #imagine #minors dni #spencer reid #smut

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theklaapologist-gaitanosversion · 14 days

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Άρι belongs to me >:D

dr Marinko Arkadiye belongs to my beloved @cannivalisms

PROPAGANDA UNER THE CUT

ΑΡΙ <333

Ο αδερφός μισανθρωπία <3333 κοιτάξτε τώρα να δείτε, γεννήθηκε μια παράξενη χρόνια με παράξενα αστρολογικά φαινόμενα και το ζώδιο στο οποίο βρισκόταν ο ήλιος ήταν αυτό του αντίστοιχου τοξότη αλλά στον κόσμο μου ήταν ο αστερισμός με τον γενάρχη των ξωτικών (εγκληματίας πολέμου φρ) πάνω στον δράκο του. Λογω αυτών των παράξενων φαινομένων ο Αρι δεν βγήκε μόνο τ*ξοτης αλλά και λιγάκι μαγικός όπως όλα τα παιδιά που γεννήθηκαν εκείνη τη χρόνια. Σε όλα του τα παιδικά χρόνια είχε μια εμμονή με τη θρησκεία με αποτέλεσμα να παρατήσει το σχολείο στα 12 και να πάει να σκαρφαλώσει το αντίστοιχο Έβερεστ για να δείξει ότι το πάνθεον τον θέλει όσο το θέλει κι αυτός. Το πέτυχε αλλά φυσικά πήρε και το μυαλο του αέρα. Οι γονείς του επειδή τον θεωρούσαν νεκρό αφού ήταν τελικά ζωντανός αποφάσισαν να τον αφήσουν να πάει να γίνει μοναχός κι έτσι ξεκινάει η ιστορία του. Γιατί να τον ψηφίσετε

είναι μια ναρκισσιστική μάζα από κόμπλεξ που φάσκει και αντιφάσκει και αιρετικός με τον πιο ανορθόδοξο τρόπο. Στο σημείο αυτό έχει γίνει τόσο μανιακός με τη θρησκεία του που φέρεται λες και είναι ο ίδιος μέλος του πάνθεον. Ακολουθεί κατά γράμμα τις γραφές αρκεί να συμφωνεί ο ίδιος μαζί τους. «Ποιος είπε ότι το τάδε_» «εγώ» «μα αυτό είναι ύβρις» «όχι άμα το κάνω εγώ»

Ανήκει στο ανώτατο τάγμα μοναχών που έχουν απαρνηθεί την ατομικότητα τους. Δηλαδή είναι απλά ένα μέρος του πλανήτη όσο είναι κι ένα λουλούδι, ένα δέντρο, ένα ποτάμι. Τώρα αν το τηρεί όμως αυτό είναι λίγο περίπλοκο.

Όλοι μας όσοι είμαστε θρησκευόμενοι θελουμε να μαστουρώσουμε με θυμίαμα, γουελ αυτός είναι μόνιμα

ΧΟΜΟΕΡΟΤΙΚ ΜΠΙΦ ΜΕ ΤΟ ΝΕΛΣΟΝ ΑΠΟ ΤΟΤΕ ΠΟΥ ΗΤΑΝ ΠΑΙΔΙΑ!!!!!!

EINAI ΚΟΚΚΙΝΟΜΑΛΛΗΣ ΜΕ ΑΚΜΗ ΚΑΙ ΠΑΡΑΞΕΝΑ ΠΡΑΣΙΝΑ ΜΑΤΙΑ ΛΑΙΚΚΚΚΚΚΚΚΚ ΣΟΡΙ ΚΙΟΛΑΣ

DR MARINKO ARKADIYE <333

marinko is a disgraced surgeon - previously one of his town's best, his life took a spiral for the lovecraftian horror-esque after a patient died under his care. marinko, in a state of unchecked shock, stayed by her body for days at a time, and coped in the worst imaginable way by finally deliriously romanticizing it- realizing there was something beautiful about death too, that it was just as multifaceted as life, etc. that the inside of a dead body is just as interesting as an alive one. that is around the time when more patients started to die under his watch, his mental health spiraled further, and some choice incidents of gravedigging were reported (this is what happens when you don't switch career paths). a lot more stuff happens in the meantime for him mentally, but eventually his fall for grace features some less than savory rumors concerning him and the bodies of his patients and marinko being forced to flee town. rn he hangs out with a terminally ill woman who makes her living by retrieving the corpses of addicts, extracting the drug that killed them, purifying it, and reselling. they were childhood best friends. she has agreed to let him cut her open when she dies. he loves her too much to let her die like that. he also can't wait.

i don't have any writing for him yet but stay tuned and vote him if you like fucking crazy potentially necrophilic doctors (he denies fhe rumors) with long hair 🙏🙏

#ΒΑΛ ΕΧΟΥΜΕ ΦΥΓΕΙ ΕΛΑ #το συγκεκριμένο πολλ είναι όντως δύσκολο δεν έχω να πω κάτι ξέρω οτι και στους δυο αξίζει να προχωρήσουν #ας δώσουμε τα χέρια <333333 #greekblr oc sexyman poll

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