gracemain919

[gracemain919]

Nelith(blind humanoid) and Lilia(oc):

(Everyone Needs a Mother)

Tw: Platonic yandere, yan-siblings, slight mentions of monstrous form

Just a pair of sisters doing each other's hair. You were surprised, to say the least. You saw the young girl do her sister's hair since morning and it was almost night. That woman’s hair did not budge…

“Why are you still doing her hair-”

The girl's face almost broke with how wide her smile became. She immediately stopped what she was doing and grabbed your hand. She dragged you to the living room and began ‘teaching’ you how to braid hair while the woman merely chuckled.

“I tried to tell her it won't work, but she just loves doing it. You wouldn't want to break her heart mother? Would you?” The woman asked as Lilia kept talking about the intricate designs of knots in the hair and whatnot. She seemed so happy to just be talking to you that… you stayed there for five hours. That girl needs to learn what sleep is. God lord.

(This is kinda new way to draw for me. I've never really done complex doodles like this or ever done drawings with somewhat lineart so yeah. It helps keep my will to live. Also, soon will make an introduction post for Lilia)

[gracemain919]

what do you think is each leaders pettiest act?

(The Fungus)

Tw: Yandere, jealousy, mentios of slight abuse.

(I had too much fun thinking of they’re dumb rivalries lol. Loved the idea, hope I understood your vision)

Oh, some leaders may act high and mighty, but they have all done some questionably unnecessary things. The mind is powerful, some people swear the sun will burn them all into a crisp. The average person may not see the importance while the victim believes it to be true.

Still, some are quite amusing.

The Liar(man made of mold): Oh, everything that happens on the site in the grand scheme of things is his doing. He craves power more than you and god be dammed when the military once let out a sly comment. Right there on a piece of paper. A word that should have been deleted remained. The Liar didn't have an easily wounded ego like Doppelganger, yet that comment stung. It was so raw, it wasn't some mundane insult. It didn't feel like one, it felt like the truth… It was as if the person who wrote it wasn't even being hateful. They were merely speaking…

So, the first of many phases of rage began, and the site suffered the aftereffects of his anger and disdain. You never understood the reason why everyone was suddenly miserable, or why he was. He would never tell you, he wasn't blind enough to not see how idiotic his issue would seem on the surface. He wasn't supposed to be affected by words. Yet, one day, ironically, he forgot about the comment.

A worker: “Liar, I thought maybe we could fix the broken lights-”

“No.”

“Ok;-;”

Poison(chemist): Petty? You could write a whole book on the things she has done. Although, the worst of the cases was when a cannibal merely existed while she was in a meeting with the Liar. The guy was just staring at a wall, yet that seemed to piss her off. His twitching eye, the way he swallowed his saliva, and his god forsaken breath. Worst of all, why was he there? A dog in the presence of important people. Who could allow that? She never brought up the issue to the Liar. It wasn't worth his time, but that didn't mean she wouldn’t make it her own problem. She locked that man up in a vacant storage room, spewing hundreds of insults at his face. He was a pig, a dog an animal… Why was she so furious? It was quite early in their reign, and it was a time of change and she couldn't let anyone think she was weak again. Such things stressed her out, but their leader, the Canninal noticed the man’s absence a month later. And, well, that was the end of it. He never questioned her actions nor did she want to answer, he merely took his man back.

The Cannibal: “Hey, I think… Am I missing a man?”

Poison: “He’s locked in a room.”

“Why would he be…” *stares* “Thank you.”

“You're welcome.”

The Cannibal: When he was very much losing his mind, Poison would routinely conduct tests on him. Math and basic questions, things a man his age should know but over the course of time those things turned from an actual necessity to just pure mockery. Even the woman herself couldn't take it seriously so one day she gave him his usual paper and he simply looked at it. Didn't lift a finger, the Canninal just stared at it before picking it up and... Well, he ate it. He was pissed off, and thankfully Poison seemed to be so utterly disgusted that she cancelled any future tests altogether.

Poison: *Stares* “Disgusting animal.”

The Cannibal: “Delicious.” *Chews*

Doppelganger: A bird, who could have thought it would be his rival. You had found a baby bird on the surface and after much pleading got to have it as a pet. It grew from a featherless piece of flesh into a true beauty, blueish feathers that were adorned with black tips. It was a sight for the eyes and its song was a gift to the ears.

Doppelganger has an ego, one that can be threatened by mere pretty things and oh, he grew jealous of the damn thing. He didn't dare to kill it, The Illusionist loved it, but he played tricks with it. Plucked its feathers or tried to overshadow its ‘performances’. It didn't take long for you to notice they’re rivalry but by that point, it was too funny to stop. Heck, sometimes he turned into it, trying to get your attention.

Doppelganger: *Pokes at a cage* “You can't sing better than me.”

You: “Are you arguing with a fucking bird?”

The Illusionist(butterfly ‘human’): Look at them. How could they possibly hold a grudge:3

…They once made illusions of you and presented them to the Eye in the Sky. Each one more deformed than the last. They would show them up in front of cameras, so much so that the poor man thought the mold was punishing him.

Why would they do that?

Secret…UwU

(illusion you): *Stares at camera*

The Eye in the Sky: *Eyes twitch*

The Eye in the Sky: Petty? Hmm, that does kinda sound like him. He may put his foot over the race to trip others, but he’s too busy to make it a habit. One time though he realized that the illusionist was messing with him so in return he messed with their ‘friend’. Doppelganger. He came up with a grand trick, claiming that the military had leaked behind-the-scenes footage of his shows. Yeah… The flamboyant man almost lost his balance, and to be honest, none of them forgave each other once they realized it was all a lie.

Doppelganger: “Sleep with one eye open.”

The Eye in the Sky: “I don't sleep:)”

The Priest: A man who should have buckets of patience, yet every once in a full moon does he let such anger manifest in unnecessary ways. The ‘people’ he cares for, some are literally forced to be there, so they commonly spout insults like there is no tomorrow. They don't affect the Priest, not always, but when they do he has his own way of getting them ‘to pay back’. For example, once he gave Rose a man’s child for a week, then spread a rumor that the child had died of an illness. Oh, a mere harmless prank since he got his child back in the end. Right? Very harmless.

The father: *teary eyes* “What? They’re alive?”

The Priest: “Surprise :D”

(I'm planning for a future post to continue with the pollen series. Since, I liked writing for it lol)

[gracemain919]

illusion is adorable! I will tell them everything, in change to see their adorableness

The Illusionist:

(The Fungus)

Tw: Yandere character

Yessss, tell them everything:) Like how was your day, your past, how do you blink… See, normal stuff, haha…

(I should draw them more often ngl)

[gracemain919]

The Priest: Short Story

(The Fungus)

Summary: A strange flower has made even the saints grow hot.

Tw: Yandere couple x f/you. Sex pollen trope(but it changes personality, turns a liar into someone truthful), slight dub-con, Poly, mentions of religion and satanism, no penetration because I'm bored of it, so all pussy eating:)

Part 1 and 2: (there is no actual order to these but…*shrug*)

Tho Shall Not Lie

You were stunned, to say the least. The residents from the sanctuary all rushed for your aid. They claimed with their whole chest that the Priest had changed. His once kind words were tainted with blasphemy. His face, his body, and the way he spoke, you could have sworn he grew four eyes by the way they described him in utter horror and disbelief.

Of course, there were a few who at least held some reason. A few women who told you that… even if his change in attitude was worrisome, he seemed just as surprised and worried as the rest of them.

Well, even if it all proved to be a pain in your ass either way, you didn't expect anything less from such flowers.

“What is your problem, Priest?” Blunt words, but no one was there to acknowledge them. Odd, people claimed he was in his room. Nothing seemed out of place. Although those flowers were quite distasteful. They were placed in vases across the room, didn't he know of their danger?

Well, no use in dwelling. You just had to test your luck in the search. To find him someplace else until your eyes caught something unusual. His bed had an abnormal bump. You could feel your stomach drop with embarrassment. How did such an obvious thing almost trick you?

“Priest. Why are you hiding beneath the covers?”

The bump of blankets and sheets contracted into itself and you could practically hear a slight whine come from it of as if a child hiding from its mother. The sound was snuffed out, too silent as if he stopped breathing just to conceal his presence, so you took a step forward. Hands reached to uncover him until a sound suddenly caused you to stumble.

The door was abruptly opened, Rose, his wife. She barged in while she talked to nobody in particular until she saw your face. She showed a kind smile as if you were the light she was searching for. “Oh, thank you so much for being here, my lord. I can't seem to convince him…” The woman sighed as she wiped the sweat from her brow and in moments she lifted the blanket that covered the man. Like a bat being exposed to light, “You idiotic, bitch!”. The Priest proved to not be wearing a shirt while playing tug of war with Rose. They both pulled at the fabric, yet your mind was mainly focused on one word.

‘Idiotic bitch’. Such language that a priest would never dare to utter.

“Oh, stop fighting me, punk. You’ll rot in that bed if I let you.” The taller woman chuckled as the man muttered back a few insults. His grip was tense and firm, but it faltered. She discarded the blanket with a huff and revealed he was completely bare. And hard, utterly aroused. Come to think of it, Rose’s demeanor didn't strike as calm either. Her cheeks were flushed and her hair was moist as if drenched in sweat.

“So, you both are affected?” You reluctantly asked and they nodded. The Priest awkwardly shifted in the bed, grabbing a spare pillow to cover his parts.

Still, it begged the question. The rumors. You weren't a detective but the desire to know what had changed cut away at your reserve. “These flowers…” You drew attention to the vases. “Why did you purposely put them here?”

The man seemed at a loss for words. His eyes focused on the floor as if he himself didn't know while Rose kept her signature smile.

“I put them here,” she admitted, “I wanted them to affect him.” A glimmer of something sinister reflected in her eyes as she stared back at her ‘love’. “Opps. Did I say that out loud?” She acted flustered, covering her cheeks with her hands. “Oh, what will you do with me. We both can't seem to keep our mouths shut.”

Both?

“Shut it. We can still salvage this.” The man pleaded, only for Rose to suddenly burst into laughter. “Oh? Go on, tell her exactly what you want. You know you want to tell her the truth.”

You could feel your blood pressure rising. Why must they put you in the center? You were already sick and tired of this… pollen and whatnot. You didn't want to see Rose pester this man. He had to lock his mouth in chains with his hand as she kept telling him the same thing.

“You both done? It’s no secret this flower had an effect on ya’ll. It is clear that I shouldn't know the details”

“Hmm… Oh, impatient as usual.” Rose whined while the Priest kept pressing his palm over his mouth. He seemed ashamed, but that thought was quickly paused as the woman lifted you with her hands between your pits. “No worries. Nobody here is patient. Hmm… I sold my soul just to be in charge of your beauty.” She moaned, behind her eyes hearts danced with content. Yet, one thing was for certain. No matter how much you pulled and fuzzed it was clear she was one strong woman. But, the things she was saying were out of line.

What was the pollen doing to them? Other than fuiling the fire in their stomach?

“I want to get this over with. The both of y'all will get this over with. Then i’ll leave.”

A simple request, enough for her to put you down next to the bed where the Priest still resided. Locked mouth as if it were to spill. He couldn't even look you in the eye. He turned to avoid your gaze, but you saw something you had never seen before. A tattoo.

An eager woman helped discard your garments. She mused and cooed at your body and each word she chose seemed to in some shape or form insult her husband. She mocked his behavior, as if he were a mere child afraid of a woman.

“To think I gave him my soul…”

She was never a quiet woman, but now it felt excessive. She kept spewing such nonsense as she released her sweaty body from her clothes. You would never admit it. Not to anyone ever that you considered her pretty. Tall form, curves, and a soft spongy body. If she weren't so insistent you would like her more.

“Dear, get your shit together. Our lord will fix you,” Rose said it as if it were fact. “The fire we are experiencing is worse than the flames of hell you’ve tasted-”

“Rose, shut the fuck up, please.” She was taken aback, yet surprise quickly turned to something more. She practically bit her lip at the response. “Go on.” She placed a firm touch to your back, pushing you closer to him and this time he didn't hide away. It was as if Rose’s persistence was common and exhausting. Although, you felt like a damn animal. It was so out of place. Your entire presence felt unnecessary like a doctor waiting for their patients to calm down in order to leave.

“So sad that these flowers cause this. They’re beautiful…” They both were more than in the mood. Yet they couldn't decide how to start. Between the two of them, they liked moving you like a ragdoll. It was easier.

“Rose. Focus on the point.”

“Don’t mind me.”

Settling into the older man’s shoulder seemed to be your only refuge. You rested your head letting them argue until that same tattoo came into view. Now it was very clear what it was. A pentagram, the thought sent chills up your spine. All that soul talk. It must just be effects from the flower, a mere drug-induced lie.

It had to be.

You couldn't panic, not in such a vulnerable position.

“Stop talking. We both can't lie.”

“Unlike you, I have nothing to hide.”

You kinda wished their argument would have lasted an eternity, but before you knew it they both couldn't handle it in any longer. The mere touch of their skin almost melted your entire being. A fever, a disease. They were ill and you were their medicine.

So, they shared you. Even tho this time it didn't really feel like sharing. They were always equal during such times with you, but this time Henry indulged himself a bit too quickly. He found his favorite meal in between your thighs, burying his face in between your warm core as Rose mingled like an impatient cat.

“Oh… If only I could have taken your womb.” He whispered. He took his time in between each motion, eyes glozzy as if he were to cry. “They took it from me.”

“You took my apple. I didn't force it down your throat,” Rose muttered in response.

God, you hated it. Each odd conversation felt as if you were playing in a field of landmines. Who could possibly relax enough to even enjoy the moment? Yet, instead of arousal your curiosity was being sparked.

“That symbol… Why do you have it?”

“My parent gave me it.” He answered. Too quickly, it didn't matter to him one bit. His attention wasn't on you, it was on your body and the woman that was hesitating pushing his greedy ass off. “You showed me the apple. It’s your fault.”

“Eve is worshiped. I gave you a gift you merely chose it.”

His movements were too slow, and he wasn't paying enough attention. Greedy and ignorant, that wasn't like him. You resorted to pulling on his hair, small whispers of speed hoping he would catch on.

“Eve and Lilith. You are neither. You showed me damnation.” The Priest wasn't listening, he was too focused on his wife. Oh, he should fuck her instead for goodness' sake.

“Oh, yet her name leaves your prayers for fruit you can't seem to accept-” Her gaze froze as she spoke, a woman caught in a crime you weren't sure of. An awkward chuckle as she roughly patted her husband's shoulder. “Don’t mind him. Dear, don't be rude. Get your game on or let me take the wheel.”

And let her take he didn't. No, even if you almost told him to go fuck himself, he couldn't pry himself off you. He ignored you in one moment and was enamored the next. Licking away until you swore you saw an angel or a devil itself. Yet, you couldn't make a single noise or face. One wrong move and Rose would coe and awe at you. An adorable thing she would call you until your hips started cutting out Henry’s work for him. They would jerk, and you chased that feeling. A spike of pleasure that you were used to, but it was addictive as always. You were never in short supply of it, but the warmth another body brought to you always made you crave it.

You were snickering, almost laughing. Hand still holding on to his head as if he would run off if you were not careful. That sweet, sweet release. You hoped it would distract you. Distract you from what you heard. Blasphemy indeed. The residents spoke of truth, but it's better to ignore it.

To ignore it in your peak, all that left you was a whine. You almost seemed tired, your grip faltering as the priest spoke a silent prayer as if you bestowed him a gift.

However, you couldn't be tired. There was no way to forget the woman who had waited so ‘patiently’ for you. She clasped her hands together, lifting your body off the bed and resting it against the headboard.

“Hey, go slow… I just finished my first-”

“Yeah, yeah. I know you, dear. Oh, I've played with myself countless of times imagining it was you.”

You should probably shut up. Shakespeare, who that? You got Rose over here… geez.

She gently ran a hand over your chin, a mere glance before lowering to your abdomen. She cupped the fat of your lower belly, pressing soothing circles right over your womb. “If only he were useful.”

You didn't have the will to ask. Her touch was alleviating, soft, and delicate as she gave you time before you felt another pair of hands settle at your side. A familiar man, his lips traced your cheek and took their place on your lips.

Rose was amused, your view was covered but she loved seeing you busy. It meant she could add to your occupied plate. She spread your hips apart, pressing a firm finger near your entrance. A tease, a warning. To feel you up before ruining you. As if she didn't know your insides by heart. To come to think of it, she had been within you more times than the man ruling over your mouth.

She liked to be part of you. It was like exploring a temple. She knew each of your halls, each wall, and each floor. She knew your depths and merely wished to feel your wetness between her fingertips, to feel you tighten with each movement. To be knuckle deep into you, it was a sight she adored. Even as saliva trailed down your lips as Henry lowered his attention to your neck, you saw her love.

She was quick, her thumb over your clit. With each flick she could feel your spongy walls squeeze her digits so deliciously, she practically moaned at the sensation. Her index and ring, if she trusted you she would have given you more. To see you bite your lip, if only she could make you scream out her name.

Yet, her only reward would be a slight moan. If only your mouth could have been used for something more… To clean up the mess she herself was leaving on the bed. Henry was no good, but you... You made a fountain of her, but she wasn't greedy.

What you gave was good enough.

And it was all you were willing to give. Once you get back your senses, hopefully, you will have forgotten what you heard. To know the truth or not, neither helps you.

(I sadly did not focus on the Satanism concept too much. Hey, tell me if y'all want one more focused on that. I just liked making it so obvious and so easily brushed of because I imagined that would have been the more realistic response)

[gracemain919]

Nelith(Blind humanoid):

(Everyone Needs a Mother)

Tw: Platonic yandere character

(Just drew a baby picture :3)

Ngl the jump from who she actually is to this is insane, like looking at her baby face you wouldn't guess the things she has done. She is just a baby:)

[gracemain919]

(The Fungus)

Tw: Yandere, unhealthy relationships, obsession and delusion

Love is Better in Chains

For I love you without an ounce of question,

May doubt itself burn like a guilty confession.

May my judge decree that I am innocent,

For I vow to be yours alone and magnificent

The image that is painted of love is a free bird,

A rose between its beak representing the warmth they shared.

Even if my bird is chained does not mean I haven't cared.

l am simply more loyal with the love I declared.

My restraints are rusty, not something to see.

Yet, without you I'm like a pirate lost in the sea.

The bird of love will get lost because it is free.

I stay in one place like an obediently loyal tree.

(Made this draft a while ago so yeah)

[gracemain919]

The Cannibal: Short story

(The Fungus)

Summary: Seems the military has thrown their new bioweapon into your site and the leaders plan to make it your problem.

Tw: Yandere, sex pollen trope(with a twist, like it changes personality), mentions of an unpleasant past, murders, masochism, captivity, dub-con and slight mentions of a non-com. Kinda sweet. Older Yandere. M x F sex. Kinda submissive, Slight monstrous form. A masochist suddenly hating pain.

Part 1. (There is no actual order to these, this is just here if you want)

(Cannibals: Idiotic, strong, and masochistic individuals)

It Will Hurt…

What a surprise. You come from one problem to another. Your decision to take a breath of fresh air proved to be a mistake. The flower's fragrant scent was getting annoying yet you kinda wished you stayed below to suffocate in it. The doors to every facility on the surface were barricaded. No flimsy pieces of wood either. The work put on them was more than professional. Everything was aligned, heck, even the wood was polished.

That couldn't be a guard's doing, yet the same flowers you tried to retreat from still sprouted in the surface’s soil. More overbearing than below, and no soul in sight. Where could the guards be?

“Soldier! Stop wasting time, grab the nails!” The order could be heard across the field, it resided at the entrance. Metal fences surrounded the surface and only one entrance and exit. That place was always full of guards, cannibals waiting at the door like dogs itching for a meal. Like cats camping a mousetrap.

Water is cold, fire is hot, and the guards are… barricading the entrance? That wasn't right either. Men and women shuffled with stray pieces of wood and metal, all returning to the main doors. Covering up the fence as if there was a leak.

“You call this a barricade? I haven't seen such a poor job in all my years of service. Fix it.”

That voice, you scanned through the faces present with a new lead. You knew whom that voice belonged to: The Cannibal, Johnson. An idiotic man, you loathe your conversations yet enjoy his lack of understanding, but the man in front of you wasn't him. It couldn't be.

“I’m sorry sir, I ran out of nails. I will grab some more.” The guard pleaded while suddenly stuffing their face full of water. “I will. I will.”

“Get to it, soldier.” The Cannibal repeated, his eyes suddenly landing on you. You expected his usual behavior, to fall over himself trying to gain even an ounce of your company or to beg for your punishment. He didn't do either, merely looked at you before getting on his knees near the fence, nailing a piece of metal in between the wires. “Don’t run off, I can see it in your eyes.”

Were you rejected? “I’m not here to run… Johnson, what are you doing?”

“What does it look like I'm doing? I am protecting this place.” The sounds of hammers echoed throughout the field, many sections of the fence already covered. It seems there was no way to assume it was a joke or… a phase. These damn flowers, they were pissing you off. Wasn't it an aphrodisiac or something like that? Why was it not making sense?

“Ok, I’ll go-”

“Don’t” Johnson responded, almost calmly. His gaze didn't stray from his work, yet he seemed to hear your footsteps. “Don’t go. You will get hurt, ouch!” The Cannibal hissed in pain, a finger in his mouth trying to soothe the burn. “Hit myself with the damn hammer.” He swatted away at it and you almost lost your balance.

In pain, annoyed at fricking pain. If only he could be like that all the time. A masochist complaining, how the tables have turned.

“Johnson how did these flowers get here.”

“Soldiers threw a bomb over the fence. It landed on the vents.”

“That’s when you started barricading?”

The man nodded, “Every step I took was painful. Our rooms were full death traps, so-”

“You locked them up.”

You didn't have the desire to fix whatever was happening. He didn't want you to do anything, but still, you couldn't leave either. Every step you tried to take was met with a complaint. Johnson swore with his entire chest that if you moved you would get hurt, yet he didn't seem to be stopping you physically. So, you bucked it. You could never actually outrun the Cannibal himself, you once saw him crash through one of the building's walls just to reach an intruder, but… You either caught him by surprise or he got slow since you stopped halfway through your race just to see him waddle to you with a limp. “No… God! That hurt. See? How, how are you not hurting?”

“I’m not built out of gelatin, anyhow, what happened to you? Really? I can't believe I am saying this but I kinda miss my dog.”

“My love, I don't know what you're talking about. Everything is…” Johnson slumped on his knees, his expression growing grim. “Everything hurts. I, a sergeant, I am meant to protect… I can’t protect myself from the pain.” He clenched his stomach, bandages covering his skin.

“Please, let me… Don’t let me fail again. Let me try again to protect you. Once again, give me another chance…” He kept asking for the same thing. An endless prayer for another chance. He should be asking that to all the people he has killed. He ‘protect’? He is a murderer, yet only one thing could get the flowers to rot, and you dreaded having to be one to do it.

You lowered onto his level, grasping his hands and holding them tight. “Everything hurts?” Your fingers traced his own and he flinched with every touch. A man who could take a hit from a bomb now suffering from your touch.

“It will hurt. It will hurt.” Johnson kept saying. His eyes were wide while his sharp fingers held your own as if you were his shield… or the other way around. He was afraid. “Don’t hurt me, please. You will get hurt, I will get hurt.” His tangent couldn't be contained. You were too used to seeing him on his knees, yet he always begged for the same thing. ‘Oh, my love! Break me, please! Tear me apart and count my heartbeat!’ This change in tone was soothing, it made you feel normal to an extent.

“… It will hurt-” Johnson felt the words get lost at the back of his throat as you suddenly caught him in a kiss. Soft fingers caressing his neck before he joined you. No bites, no disgusting taste. His warmth wasn’t bloody, yet his breath was rapid. His eyes were blown like a damn void, a mere kiss stealing his breath just as much as it stole his heart. “It will…” He shook his head, lips trailing your chin as if tasting honey. A dehydrated dog searching for water.

“Don’t… hurt me. Not again,” he pleaded, his hands settled on the edge of your shirt, “Don’t get hurt again.”

The sun was making an appearance, your skin growing hot as he lifted your shirt. “You loved it?” You asked.

“I don't know how I could stand it.”

A loud thump could be heard in the field. The sound made from you suddenly being shoved onto the ground. No one was nearby and any who could sneak a peek would know better than to judge. An open field practically feeling closed off, even if the hard ground poked and probed at your bare chest.

You both lay bare, his body full of scars, some still bleeding yet he barely seemed to notice. All you could hear was his slight laughter, his finger suddenly pricking your arm. You hissed slightly, yet he settled on top of you. His knees at your sides, head suddenly staring off into the field. “Ha… ha. HAhahHHahaha-”

His laughter was unnerving, clawy hands pointing toward a spot that was far beyond your vision. Oh, you were naked in a field, you hoped he would just get it over with. “A tiny little rat. Yes, those bad men threw it, right there! Ha! Oh, if only I could have killed them faster. Yes, yes!”

If only you could see his eyes, these damn flowers. They worked and didn't, they… You tilted your head, a blaring blossom being just near your reach.

You didn't like him afraid or confident. You didn't like him insane or sane. It seemed you only pitied him, and that came with your care as you suddenly threw the sprout on him causing it to expel a large amount of pollen. The man practically choked on the smell, and…

You cared. A caring heart was underneath such an illness, and you couldn't punish the innocent man beneath it. You could curse and wish for his death and at the same moment pity him enough to help. To have your legs wrap around his back as he suddenly kissed you once more, unfamiliar blown eyes staring back at you.

He was soft, he barely dared to touch you. Not with his hands, he settled by using his mouth. He practically licked every surface he could grasp on before getting to your cunt. Praises and warnings escaped his lips, a mix of: ‘Don’t fail again.’ A chant he repeated to himself, he practically shook with excitement and fear, eyes uncovering a mere treasure.

A treasure he hoped to devour. No matter how much the pollen changed him, one thing remained the same, his hunger. You practically bit your lip, his tongue tracing over your folds before placing wet kisses over your clit. He was hunched over, a hand over his back as if he would fold in half.

“Painful?” You mocked, every grimace on his face humored you, and he merely nodded in between his meal. To think of all the things you could complain about, his tongue wasn't one of them. He was messy and unprecise, but at least it got the warmth in your depths rolling.

He let out a slight moan, raising his torso a string of saliva breaking off his lips. Every bone basically cracked with his movements, he grabbed your thighs giving them a squeeze before securing them better on his back. You could feel his hard member against your core while he gently rocked back in forth against your folds. Not even going inside, he was simply feeling you. Teasing you even, you were impatient, the sun and ground were unpleasant, and his body was your only comfort at that moment.

A comfort that finally blossomed, he held your hips ramming into you at a slow pace. Your skin bleed, and his sharp fingers poked where they shouldn't. He looked so lost… He was consumed by the feeling, didn't even look at you. His eyes closed as he chased the feeling like a blind dog.

Yet, every sloppy plunge forced you to squeal, holding onto his back as if he would get lost without your ‘guidance’.

Johnson whined each time his hips met with yours. A hiss a grunt, he was in pain, but not even that could pry him off you. Not with your ever-so-welcoming cunt. Wet and warm, a lullaby easing his tense shoulders. With your every whine and moan, he wished to consume it all.

And, you were close. The way you pressed him closer to your chest was a clear sign. You practically whispered in his ear, hoping for him to quicken. To keep up. To earn such a gift from you. And he followed. His back only got more bruised by your fingertips before you instinctively bit his shoulder once your climax hit. A storm brewed in your stomach and all that man could do was take it.

“Please… I can’t fail you again.” He whispered, half-lidded eyes staring back down at you. He didn't seem to notice what he was doing or what you did. He still lingered on his failure, on his second chance. “I have failed, and failed, and failed-”

“You will always fail.” Your words cut through him like a knife, and your hips bleed for such a statement. His grip tightened slightly. “Yet, I will always forgive you.”

You let out a sigh of relief, blood oozed down your thighs as his hips stuttered. Firm slams until he slowed down, another moan leaving his lips before he fully stopped. He didn't move, merely lingered resting your thighs on the floor.

“Thank you.”

(I made this in the middle of the night. Yes, it's not great in my opinion I'm just going on vacation so this is my last post until I come back. Writing him as something other than a masochist felt like a crime ngl. My poor boy, also idk if they can cum or not. Like the men, if the mold allows any ejaculation at all. Idk, *shoulder shrug)

Special thanks to the words ‘settled’ and ‘merely’ I was too tired to find synonyms.

[gracemain919]

The Liar(man made of mold): short story

(The Fungus)

Summary: Seems the military has thrown their new bioweapon into your site and the leaders plan to make it your problem.

Tw: Yandere, sex pollen trope(not on you), non-con and dub-con, tentacle sex or something like that, praise, degradation and slight hate sex if you squint(you do it), past toxic interactions mentioned, begging, this person doesn't treat you well but the pollen suddenly turned them into a sweetheart, kinda.

(not very well proofread)

Part 2(The Cannibal): There is no order to these.

Need Your Warmth

The site seemed to have shifted, grey walls adorned with countless amounts of mold spots now suddenly bloomed. Where once the overbearing smell of decay was replaced with a fresh scent as pinkish flowers accompanied such a hideous tone of black on the walls. How such a thing came to be was the thing that puzzled you? Did the workers out of nowhere decide that flowers were the norm? Decorations never seemed like a priority, unless you count the entertainers…

Your thoughts grew to a halt, your eyes focusing on the curious petals of the flowers. Red tips at its ends, following along a slow descent from red, pink, and white. A rich center full to the brim with pollen, yet it didn't affect your allergies. You barely noticed it other than the peculiar smell.

“My sweet… I need you, please come see me, dear.” A voice whispered, it took you by surprise. The voice sounded alluring, yet knowing who emitted such a sound ruined the illusion. The Liar, that man… he never had a real nice thing to say to you, such words weirded you out. But, one thing was clear, you had no choice. He wanted to see you.

The flowers practically created a path, and walls were soon overrun by them. The flowery scent only lightened your mood, it was as if hopping down a trail of roses on a bright summer day, but once you reached his room that joy darkened. Oh, my god. You couldn't believe what you saw. The sight was truly not easy on the eyes, so, so many flowers. It was as if everyone had suddenly gotten a green thumb.

“My sweet!” A voice chirped in the background, boxes and creates full of mold and fauna. “Oh, how nice to hear your beautiful… breath.”

You couldn't see him, much less fathom if he was even the one speaking. ‘Sweet? Beautiful’. He would rather pluck his eyes out than say those things with such a… genuine tone. Malice always followed his every breath. “Yes, I am here. What even happened here? It's so-”

“Pretty? Yes. Irritating? Very much so.” A familiar head peeked through a crate, along with ordinary spills of mold clinging to his form. Your shoes became dirtied with the fungi you had grown to tolerate, but it clung to you a bit too sharply. You were practically walking over a river of mold and blossoms. “I despise it. Oh, so much of it.” The man whined, his usually dark body showing a pinkish tint, flowers clung to his body as if he were a piece of land and he melted with each sprout that tagged along his movements.

“So? Did a bag of seeds get tossed around?” You stopped talking as the man’s gaze hit, his usually firm lips curved into a bright smile as he tilted his head. You don't remember him ever being that happy.

“Oh, my sweet. Idiotic as usual, you see these.” The Liar grabbed a flower from his body, and in a moment another bloomed in its place. “It's a disease. The military is distracting us.”

You couldn't help but roll your eyes. Lifting your foot in order to move forward only for a familiar moldy tendril to hold you even tighter. “It's a flower.”

“It's a curse- Oh, yes… Those gorgeous, utterly enchanting eyes.” He might have snapped if it weren't for the sudden distraction. His hand held your cheek as he observed your pupils. You always avoided his eyes, they were as dark as a void but now… When did he ever have pupils?

“What do you want me to do? Get it over with-”

“Shh… I fear.” The man squeezed your cheek, your knees growing cold as mold rode up your thighs as if you were a mere statue. “I fear if I stop looking at you that this pain will only continue.” A wannabe Romeo but the scene was ruined, he stumbled back almost choking on his own saliva. The white in his eyes darkened, a perplexed man taking his place. “God! This is awful. I can't keep thinking like this. Don’t just stand there woman! Help me.”

Yep, that was the man you knew. You didn't know if that relieved you, but even at his command the fungi gluing you onto the floor didn't budge. In fact, it didn't seem he was in control of himself. His body didn't keep its form, fleshy hands melting back into the pool of mold that he called his body. He silently panicked as his eyes traced the flowers in the vicinity.

“Hm..” You coughed into your hand. “Are you gonna continue cowering or tell me how can I help you?”

“Oh you are one to talk,” he spat back and extended his hands, beads of watery mold trailing off his fingertips yet nothing. “These damn flowers. One tormentor replaced with another…”

“So?” You wiggled your knees, tendrils squeezing your thighs as if you were a packaged gift. “Gonna do something?”

“I just need time. These things will rot soon enough.” The Liar sighed, hands fidgeting with a flower on his chest. “If I wanted to look like a peacock then I would have asked that flowery redhead.” He was too busy talking to himself, even if you had a microphone you could have sworn he would have simply ignored you. He muttered to himself, endless complaints and explanations that all led to a slip between his fingers. He accidently swiped a flower the wrong way causing a huge gust of pollen to be spilled into the air along with many of the other blossoms. The color yellow tainted the air, yet you didn't even sneeze. Unlike the man in front of you, if he could stumble he would. His body morphed back into a puddle as if running away from the pollen, and all this back and forth for an answer that you still weren't given. What did this flower even do?

“Liar, are you gonna tell me what this flower is?”

It was quiet, the air painted but the room hollow of sound. You tried to bend your knees only to feel a gentle reminder from the tough tendrils that still held strong on your calves which made you wonder if you could leave even if you really tried.

Then it happened, amid the silence a shadowy form emerged from the floor, cold watery hands wrapping around you in a tight hug. “Oh, my sweet. My precious, precious gem!” The liar cheered, kissing your neck in between praises. “Please, I need you to help me. Help me, my dear, my everything, my gem, my treasure, my obsession….” You practically had to pry his face off your skin, a single finger on his forehead being the thing that kept him still like a child wanting a toy. He kept pressing and you simply kept pushing. “Tell me how to fix this. Then, I'll help you.”

The man’s eyes became apparent. Two black dots in between a sea of white. “Yes, yes. Let me feel, my dear. Let me feel your warmth!” He laughed pushing you closer to his chest. “I’m so empty, I need you… My insides are hollow. I need your flesh.” A cold wet tongue passed through your fingertips, and you almost flinched back in surprise. It seemed being pushed back wasn't stopping him from kissing your hand. “Please.” He grabbed your fingertips, peppering each one as if your word had value. As if he cared. You almost sympathized with him, not out of guilt but from amusement. Such a sweet tone, the few times he had asked for sex it sounded as if he was ordering a drink at McDonald’s. He commanded it even, it was a fact, a need, not a gift or a privilege but now…

“Sure, I’ll help you.” You could practically hear his glee, hands trying to uncover your secrets before you hushed him. “But on one condition.” His fingers traced your semi-exposed stomach while a hum escaped his throat, lust, and curiosity apparent in his gaze.

An opportunity, a payback for the countless things you have lost. Your freedom, autonomy, job, and everything. “Apologize for all you've done… then-” You couldn't speak, words quivered in their wake as a cold finger delved beneath your underwear. You expected too much, and all that came out was a slight moan. Even with his uninterest, he couldn't afford to stay ignorant forever, he learned how to play you the hard way so he handled your clit with the utmost attention.

It was freezing, yet he only pulled you tighter, a cold and wet embrace as tendrils reached the inside of your jeans racing toward the top. You were left frozen in place, trapped.

“My dear…” The man got up and close to your ear and whispered, “I'm sorry.” It felt fake, plastic like every single word he had ever said, but… You couldn't help but relish it. It sounded foreign and familiar, a sweet and sugary lie or truth. He kissed your earlobe, licking the sides before pulling down your pants to expose your thighs and underwear. Your cheeks grew slightly red, the wet trail on your underwear mocking you silently.

The Liar traced his fingers over the patch of your garments, and you could feel him tremble in delight. “Hm… so pretty. Perfect, so warm-”

“Go on, I don't have time for you to ramble.”

At least he seemed to be listening, in mere moments you were left bare, clothes discarded as your legs were suddenly pulled toward the ground. You weren't kneeling, no, it was as if you were swimming in a pool. Your back practically drowning in whatever mold and flowers cushioned your fall. Yet, your mind was on one thing, on the little tendrils creeping up your entrance and the man towering over you. He merely stood, watching your every movement as if you were shining. Eyes wide with a smile that almost cracked his face. “… Make me full again.” Once those words left his mouth did you feel it, a cold and sharp plunge that caused your legs to tremble. You cried out letting your head fall back into a bush of flowers. It didn't even move. It just sat there inside you and where one was a few others crept up.

“Sh…” He kneeled beside you, a gentle finger swiping away at your cheek. “You got it.”

Bastard. You weren't a pussy, you have done this before. You could take it. You just needed a warning. But you didn't seem to be getting warnings. Only a few experimental pushes before you decided to bite the bullet and start meeting the tendrils halfway. Pushing yourself on it provoking a slight moan from the man which caused you to stop. You were surprised, he was too high and mighty to ever let such things past his lips but he merely ushered you to continue. “Go on.” His hands cupped your shoulders slowly pushing you down himself. Practically fucking himself and he seemed to be getting wrecked with each movement.

However, he wasn't the only one. No matter how cold the tendrils were, you were warm enough for all of them. You almost felt disgusted with yourself, the way your stomach grew hot, your cunt practically applauding the slight attention it was being given. Cheeky mold, firm tendrils stayed around your folds only giving your clit care when you sank onto its member. You couldn't stop, not when your stillness rewarded you with nothing. Not when your core was so eager, each movement sounding louder than the next, you were practically dripping. That had never happened so quickly to you.

Yet, if warmth was what he sought for, then he seemed to be getting it. His hands traced down your abdomen landing on your stomach and he let out a sigh of relief. He practically salivated at the sensation. “Perfect… You are doing great,” he whispered, his lips nearing your face as he suddenly pushed down on your stomach forcing another moan from your throat.

“I love you,” his voice low in your ear. A siren singing to a pirate too focused on navigating through the sea. You barely noticed it, till your knees started to grow tired. You were close, so close but… you could barely keep up the rhythm. You practically whined as you grew to a halt, desire blinding your vision as you instinctively took the Liar’s hand.

“Why you stopped?” The man was rapidly shushed, your fingers tracing lazy circles over your own bundle of nerves in desperation. “I'm so close, please.” You almost vomited with the way you practically pleaded, yet your aching insides were not letting embarrassment properly stop you. “Please, you bastard. If you ‘love me’ so much finish this. Please…”

You've never asked him for anything since any beg would have led to him mocking you, but… for some reason you let yourself take the risk. You let yourself grow comfortable in his palm allowing your head to rest in his grasp. He seemed to pity you just as much as he adored you, his breath was quick, and his non-existent lungs struggled to keep him alive. And, like a god answering a prayer, he obliged.

Once a disobedient mass of fungi finally recognized a command, moving on their own to your heart's content. Both rewards morphed into one overwhelming you just as much as it pleased you. “Yes, yes…” You moaned with contentment, clinging to his free arm as the man nuzzled onto your cheek. He was too close, you felt him everywhere as if he wanted to become one with you. Too much and too little, your warmth overbearing and his coldness too rigid.

“There. Right there.” You pushed his palm closer to your face, hanging on to it as if you would stumble over if you let it go. “Don’t stop. Please…” A breath was caught at the back of your throat, your body trembling with each sharp push that only deepened into your canal. Rocked back and forth, the only thing that kept you back down to earth was his touch, his presence, his countless praises that you could have sworn would have never left his lips. He was cruel… yet your body didn't seem to agree.

It only pushed you further toward the edge and you were more than willing to cross it. With a slight whine, your climax was almost invisible, you merely pulled on his wrist, tired and exhausted. “Hm… Good, good.” He didn't release you, no, he settled like cat attracted to warmth. He lowered toward your stomach, resting his head on your tummy. “Just rest for a while, dear. Soon you will have to help the others…”

At least you were pleased.

(I fell down a rabbit hole of sex pollen fics. Love it, recommend it, all can kinda scratch the Yandere fics itch, also might make others for the other leaders)

[gracemain919]

Nelith(Blind humanoid):

Summary: Your daughter killed your boyfriend, and you just have to deal with it.

(Everyone Needs a Mother)

Tw: Platonic yandere, hatred to men, delusional and dismissive behavior, slight monstrous form.

An Avoidable Death

You have grown to dread the sound of a knock on your door. It usually meant that another person would be brushed off from your home. Another savior dragged from your grasp, but also the noise. It was familiar, each scratch of the wood reminded you of him, your boyfriend. You could still recognize the metallic scent that invaded your senses once your ‘daughter’ ripped him apart. It was quick but brutal, and all that was used in their defense was.

“It was an avoidable death, I told Martha, but she is young. She is bound to make mistakes mother.” Nelith didn't seem to pay much mind, only till you made it her problem. You kept trying to bring up the subject, but she always ended it as if it were a fact and not an emotional problem.

“Hm… Mom, its sad he died, but why do you let it bother you. He was merely a slave.”

“A slave?” Your eye twitched with irritation as the woman nodded, her smile unbreaking from her tiny lips. “Yes, I gave him his purpose. Changed him from a scrawny useless male to a scrawny useful male. Martha was just barbaric and killed a perfectly good chunk of meat.”

You could practically feel your blood turn cold. These things, oh they will kill you. Suffocate you to death by accident for sure, they were insane!

“Oh,” Nelith mused, extending her hands trying to reach for you. “Is that bad mother? I'm sorry, I’m trying to understand your kind, but sometimes you gotta understand us.” Her fingertips poked at your cheeks before she dragged you into a hug. Stuffing your face into her shoulder. “Don’t worry. I’ll find you another one if so you want.”

(Just some writing:)

[gracemain919]

(The Fungus) Short story:

Summary: A wholesome wedding that is ruined. Totally not a forced marriage.

Tw: Yandere, polyamory, mentions of coercion. Yandere couple x you.

“You May Kiss the Bride and Groom”

It was a day full of clouds. Rain threatened the sky, but not a single drop fell. Maybe Mother Nature knew of Rose’s special day. It understood the importance, it was on her side. Unlike the countless other factors present. The shuffle of pages made her eyes twitch. Her body jittered with each flick. A careless man who handled her event without the respect it deserved.

“Could you be any more rough on the poor pages?” Rose hissed, yet a slight scuff was all she received. The individual lazily discarded the stack of papers, eyes glazing over the landscape.

“Its gonna rain before I even solemnize this wedding.”

“It will not!” Rose frantically looked up at the sky, as if to suspect her new ally before taking the papers from the man’s hands. She carefully organized each page, each word and syllable written on the paper being just as important as the dress she wore. If she could cradle those damn phrases she would, but the snake in her ear was just ruining the mood. “Liar, stop messing with me. This will be perfect.”

“Sure. I'm not here today to question you,” he said, eyes suddenly locking onto something behind her. “I’m here because your husband so ‘kindly’ asked of my presence.”

A one-sided argument could be heard behind them. One person happily walking past an armed missile of an irritated man. “Rose, tell your husband that tie is hideous. I barely stomached the wedding, don't force this nonsense down my throat too.” The Doppelganger pulled and dragged the poor garment, only to be forced aside by a powerful shove.

“See this nonsense?” The redhead asked, astonished by Rose’s lack of attention. “Oh,” She mused while the older man fixed up his attire. A classic badge suit adorned with a white tie.

“It looks wonderful,” she added only for her eyes to go back toward the sky. Greyish tints merely darkened by the time that passed. Was Mother Nature really on her side?

“It won’t rain dear. It's just a bit cloudy, it will clear up in no time.” Kind words by her partner, yet the sky wasn't agreeing. Neither was the individual that tagged along with them.

“Sure, I checked the weather app and I have never seen this in my lifetime, but the motherfuker said there was a 100% chance of rain.”

The sky flashed the color white. A call, a threat, a warning.

“Ok, go sit down” Rose ushered the redhead, her faze snapping back to her husband. “Henry, dear. Where are they? Please, let's be quick!”

The once calm evening was suddenly blaring with a loud timer, if her obsession got there soon enough then…. Oh, who she was kidding? Her day would be stained with the color gray, and she wished to give her love time. Time to willingly walk up the steps but… She didn't have time to wait.

So, she did what any good wife is willing to do.

No one batted an eye on you and the way you got there. Hands tied behind your back, and clothes that could resemble pajamas. Your plans were abruptly ruined, yet the chair they sat you on was the only thing about you that was stylish.

“Hm… Was just now wondering how you got them to agree,” the man behind the alter mused.

Your chair was dragged to the middle, both individuals settling by your sides. You didn't agree to the event, not fully. You just tried to blow them off. Them actually taking it seriously was the thing that blew your mind. Henry was usually a bit less demented.

The sky was already conjuring up a few sparks while the ceremony’s dialogue got tuned out by your brain. You barely paid attention, and didn't even notice the cold spills of water that fell upon your skin. Small droplets that caused the woman beside you to panic.

“To love each other in health and sickness-”

“I’m sorry! Please, hurry this up,” Rose suddenly interrupted. The clock ticked with each crackle of thunder, clouds threatening to pour a tsunami.

“Very well…” The man shifted through the damp pieces of paper, muttering a lot of ‘yada’s yada’s’ before landing on—“Henry and Rose, do you take y/n as your spouse?”

Both individuals let out a sigh of relief, Henry chuckled while lowering himself to kiss your cheek.

“We do,” they answered and suddenly the spotlight was on you. You could barely see as hair clumped up on your face. Clothes sticking to your skin as rain kept pouring. You just wanted to leave.

“Y/n,” he asked, “Do you take Henry and Rose as your wife and husband?”

Both individuals were already showing their battle with the climate. Rose fixed up your face while Henry wiped off his wet clothes. The evening was cold, as cold as your answer.

“…”

Such a happy couple would have been shattered by such silence. Anyone who acted as in love as them would have crumbled, but they merely batted their eyes until they heard:

“Very well, you may kiss the bride and groom.”

Your answer didn't matter. It hadn't since the start. Henry gave you a light kiss, his soggy clothes clinging to your own while Rose relished in your taste. You could have sworn she kissed you long enough to make the cold weather feel warm. Your cheeks were flushed and so were their own.

At least now they could warm you up… once they got to the site.

(non-canon flavored)

[gracemain919]

Since liar is the mold- could you defeat him by freezing the area He’s in like it probably wouldn’t be enough to kill him, but it would force him into a state of dormancy.

(The Fungus)

Tw: Yandere, mentions of corruption

Cold is merely an inconvenience for the being. Yes, it could be one of the few things to actually bring the mold to a life-or-death situation, but there is just so much of it. The Liar’s mass is massive, mostly unseen but what is seen is still a lot. If you tried to freeze him there would always be more of himself to switch around. And it doesn't kill him, it merely puts him to sleep. A weakness for sure, but not a way to kill them.

The military had already integrated such knowledge into their bases, each site just cold enough to ward away any long-term guests.

The corrupted are infected with mold so the cold affects them too. Not to such an extent but it makes them slow and sleepy, so yeah. Better to have a weapon than to have nothing at all.

(Im sorry this was answered late;-;)

[gracemain919]

One shot: Gender Neutral Creature x Yandere Researcher

Summary: In a research facility workers are strangely being killed. This researcher hopes to bring the fallen justice against this ‘monster’.

Tw: Yandere, Cannibalism, Use of Y/n. Murder, unhealthy relationships.

A Fair Murder

"Who could do such a thing?" Zane asked looking at the mangled, bloodied mess of a body that was scattered across the room. The once-white walls were now painted red with a bonus of organ bits adding to the decoration. Truly a disgusting display he was forced to witness. A poor innocent soul whose whole life was taken from them in an instant. All they could have done with their life now is just a fantasy.

His coworker agreed with his sentiment looking away from the mess. "An anomaly did this no doubt," he commented glancing towards Zane who just nodded.

"But which one...? We have hundreds, and one running loose will put us all in jeopardy" Zane explained mostly to himself, voicing his thoughts and worries. A free anomaly could cause a whole buffet of problems, and the administration isn't one to solve those problems humanely.

The soul next to him patted his back in a comforting manner or more like a 'we can't do shit so stop crying' manner. "The cleaners will be here soon, recommend we leave".

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While the administration was pulling their own hairs trying to figure out where in the name of god this anomaly was. It killed and consume then hid back in the shadows. A murderous coward.

Zane had seen death in the facility quite often so this didn't churn his stomach, yet it felt awful. Innocent lives being torn into such a brutal display of bloodshed. It wasn't something he ever wanted to get used to.

"There". A Familiar coworker pointed to the screen of his computer where it displayed pretty shitty camera footage. Just below his finger, a black figure ran through the screen quickly destroying the camera. That is where the person's body was shortly found...

"I see, so that's why they can't find them?" Zane asked his disinterested partner. It was kinda obvious whose idea was to check over this anomaly.

His coworker rubbed his face, closing his computer, "Yep, this creature is smart, but stop stressing let the big boss handle it".

Zane frowned at his willingness to downplay such events, but in truth, they couldn't do much than wait until this anomaly was found. However, if it was found he would be the first to see it. Experience what hideous monster could do such things.

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No one other than the administration, and probably Zane was panicking over this anomaly, but after a week of it being free—some new alarmed voices joined in on the discourse.

Every day a new body would be found in some grotesque way. Some were scattered in the bathroom, some contaminating storage rooms. It was all just scaring staff members thinking they would be the next target.

Zane just felt bad for the cleaning crew. Having to clean such macabre messes.

'Wouldn't wish to be them' Zane thought as he was in a meeting. Just a regular one, a random professional explaining directions to them on how to do their jobs. Boring but necessary.

"So if you're planning on focusing on more dangerous anomalies you gotta understand their intentions," the professional explained in front of the room with a very bright projection behind him. "Usually these anomalies aren't mindless. Figuring out their reasons can make you have a better plan for your survival".

The room was silent, most staff members were in their own world but Zane was paying attention. Even taking notes, he surprised himself. It was that this meeting reminded him of the loose violent creature. Maybe the professor's tips could help him when he ultimately meets this anomaly.

"Any questions?" the professional asked at the end of the meeting. No one asked a question leaving with haste along with Zane. He took his black-haired person out of the room since he had a lot to think about.

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"Good morning," Zane muttered to his coworker as they both waited for the coffee machine to finish brewing. "Good morning," the familiar man responded sounding like he was too steps away from his bed.

Ding!

Once the coffee was done Zane poured himself a cup before sitting down. It was a normal morning. A quiet cafeteria full of tired staff members along with his coworker. It almost could make him forget the impending danger of being eaten alive. How soothing.

It would have remained calm and quiet too. If it wasn't for a blood-curling screen to ruin their morning. Not far in the halls, a certain feminine cry could be heard. Even if it wasn't in their room the clear cries could be heard dying down with a sprinkled sound of guards shooting up the halls.

It wouldn't take a rocket scientist to know that that was it. They got the anomaly. The noise of hisses and screams from a kinda disfigured voice were present along with a loud bamn emphasizing the guard's victory.

Zane didn't know how to feel. A strange sense of calmness filled his soul, but his thoughts on what to do next were paused. Finally having that creature in their grasp was relieving. No longer having to fear if they were about to be killed by an unknown force.

As he was processing his emotions, the warm cup of coffee lying abandoned on the table, he finally stood up urging his coworker to do the same. Zane couldn't hide his joy, his smile almost breaking his face in half. He was so happy that he hugged his confused coworker.

"Finally!" he yelled, tightening his grasp on his partner who soon did the same. God, this was a miracle.

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"Who are you?" an unconcerned receptionist asked Zane behind the counter. He fiddled with his uniform making sure to look presentable.

"I'm the researcher that has been assigned to study the new anomaly".

The receptionist just nodded quickly printing out a document and handing it to Zane waving him off to his duties.

He was excited, his walk was quicker and his breath was louder. To see such a creature, to see what inhumane monster did such things. It was something that excited him, not because of sick pleasure but for a sense of justice for the fallen victims.

So many bodies in just a week and when they were just about to catch the anomaly; they were gone. Ran fast into trouble and out of it.

"Good to see you, Zane," a researcher exclaimed shaking his hand as he entered the anomalies containment. The room was vacant only a desk pressed up to the side of a big glass window at the end of the room.

"Thank you for this opportunity", Zane said with a smile on his face. He was just in a good mood and the researcher could see that. "No problem, just be careful. They are a bit feisty in there. Good luck". Just like that and after a few exchanges in goodbyes, Zane was left to interrogate the anomaly: alone.

His adrenaline seemed to be diminishing to reality. The worry of having to talk to this creature, and see it was causing his whole confidence to take a hit. He just needed to know why. Why did this creature do such things?

He went up to the glass window, and inches away from the surface he was jumpscared by the creature. Its sharp fangs, dark patches of skin, and claws would cause any normal person to be disgusted, but... Zane expected worse. He expected the anomaly to have two heads or to be a bit larger.

Now in front of him was a scrawny little 'human' you could say. Their breath was rapid as they stared at Zane up and down. They seemed petrified. "Let me out!".

A banging fist caused him to flinch as a clawed hand tried to break the glass. He wasn't scared of them actually shattering it. The window was reinforced so even a bomb could burst in there and the glass would still be standing. He was just afraid of their anger in a way.

The hand that was banding in the glass was skinny, clawy, but still dangerously thin. Their rapid chest and angered face were also in bad shape. You could see some of their bone being clothed by a small piece of flesh... They were starving.

"Listen I know you may be panicked, but you won't be released from this room". Zane tried to keep his tone strong. This anomaly killed people, he shouldn't sympathize with it.

"Let. Me. Go!" A final slam was brought to the glass before the anomaly gave up just leaving their vacant hand on its surface. Now it seemed a good time to start asking questions or try and coax some cooperation.

"Are you done?" Zane spat back trying to sound tough but it sounded like a bad actor reading a script. "If you cooperate with us, maybe we could get you a better cell, maybe some food-"

"MEAT!"

Ok, back to screaming it seemed.

"Please! I'm starving. Just one, one! Please!"

Zane could believe their hunger statements. Eyes full of rage boiling down to sadness. They were pleading with him.

No, they had many bodies to eat. They should be full, even if their skin and bone were showing. It wasn't his fault they needed more.

He stood his ground turning away from the pleading soul waiting for their begs and yells to die down. They were a murderer. A creature that didn't even eat its bodies and killed more just to starve.  Were they dumb?

When Zane felt like enough time had passed he asked, "Now, will you answer a few questions?".

Y/n nodded in defeat bringing their arm back to their side away from the stained glass. They were tired, angry, scared, and most of all hungry.

"Good," At least Zane's job wasn't going to be hell. The anomaly was cooperating. "Let's start with names. I'm Zane, and you?"

"Y/n..."

Wow, that was a surprisingly human name. Very normal.

Zane could have continued with the annoyingly slow questions, like birthdays and whatnot but he needed something. A specific answer.

"You said you were starving, but you killed 8 people. How is that not enough?" He may have sounded unnecessarily hateful or as if he was mocking the anomaly and he kinda was. Really? 8 bodies and still starving?

"I didn't have time," Y/n muttered keeping their head down. Skin making a great contrast with the black patches tainting their flesh.

"Time for what?"

With a new scowl on their face, Y/n yelled their answer.

"To EAT!"

That answer surprised Zane, yet it made sense. The guards would surround and barge into the areas where they suspected a murder had occurred. Not enough time to take a bite. Still 8 bodies?

"Calm down, I hear you," Zane said bluntly looking directly into the anomaly, their skin and whole physique still burning a hole into his heart. They looked so abused in a way.

Maybe he should just return to the normal questions. To finish up the interrogation.

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Zane ended up getting to know things about the anomaly. The basic things you would ask a new student at school yet it made the creature seem more human in his eyes, and as time passed and more interviews were made the less bad he felt for the victims.

He never was someone to justify murder. Sometimes he wouldn't kill bugs because he felt bad for them, but Y/n didn't seem so evil. They would have probably only killed one if the site let them finish eating. No, it was still wrong right?

So many bodies, but it wasn't their fault. They needed to survive. Would the facility judge a lion eating a gazelle? So why judge an anomaly for eating a human? They were born that way. Both are ruled by the laws of nature.

Nevertheless, it did not feel right. He felt like a monster for even agreeing with such a creature. To think they had a reason, but they did. They had one...

"Good afternoon Y/n," Zane stated looking at the very familiar window. The once-vacant desk below is now filled with many of his items after a week of going back and forth in the room.

Y/n waved back to him, the same tainted skin with the same depressing hug their flesh was having with their bones. They hadn't eaten anything after they were caught so every day Zane was greeted with a progressively weaker Y/n.

"So... How are you feeling?"

"Awful," Y/n said plain and simple. They were exhausted and wanted to curl up in the corner of their containment and die. Just a piece of meat. It was all they could want and think of.

"I see," even his voice couldn't hide his sorrow. He felt so bad for Y/n. His thoughts of getting justice by seeing the trapped anomaly slowly decay turned in a different direction. He started feeling like an awful prison guard punishing an innocent soul.

Y/n would die and the site would let that happen... or in the odd chance, they do let them live they would feed them the smallest morsel they could muster. Y/n will suffer and the facility didn't seem to be taking kindly to a cannibal in any future.

His aching heart just wanted to help them... but how?

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Thoughts of helping Y/ n seemed to start crossing his mind more often than usual. Even away from their containment ideas started forming. He never would hurt anyone, but seeing Y/n so depleted, so close to death and drowning in discomfort... those ideas started seeming less awful.

A soul for a soul. Maybe death would be fine if it saved someone else from dying. It would even it out right?

Gosh, he didn't know. Just ruining any chances of a future for someone felt so bad, but...

"Zane, how was your interview?" A familiar coworker asked him freeing him from his thoughts. Well, for a second at least. Standing in the empty office all Zane saw were potential weapons: scissors, pens, and a fucking chair.

"It was fine. The usual"

No, he was his friend... Well kinda. They never considered each other friends, but they talked very often. Usually of mundane things but still. Enough?

"Good, good. I'm glad it went well"

Zane nodded trying to seem his usual happy self.

However the idea of feeding Y/n, finally getting to see their flesh grow plump. To finally know that they won't die and for them to finally seem pleased. To notice their smile as they thank him, and see he wasn't a monster. He just wanted that, and the idea got more and more enticing. To feed them and not let the damn facility keep them on the fine line between life and death.

A soul for a soul. A true and fair murder.

He wasn't in control really. Even when he punched and stabbed his coworker with scissors he wasn't there. In his mind, he had already accomplished his goal and was picking the fruits of his labor with Y/n. Killing someone was just a small stepping stone.

He wasn't a murderer no. Killing him was necessary so another could live. Most news headlines would call him a hero for saving another unfortunate soul.

Even tho he was working overtime to justify his actions; his thoughts were still foggy as he tore off many pieces of flesh packing them up neatly in bags. Some for today, some for tomorrow. He would make sure the meat would last.

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Y/n was in the corner of their containment. Breathing slowly because all they could do was sleep and breathe. They were so hungry... but begging, crying, or doing anything was left on deaf ears. No one would help them.

They would have stayed in their misery until they heard a familiar voice coming from the glass. "Y/n? I-I got something for you. I mean something for you". Zane was panicking, sweating bullets even. Messing up his words Y/n could notice he sounded strange, breathless, as if he just got a shot of adrenaline.

"What may that be," their voice quivered, not from fear but from weakness. They were basically melting away into the ground. Turning into a skeleton, but Zane will fix that. He will make them well again.

Opening a small cabinet that led into the room he dropped a small bag full of meat. Just a few bites he will add more if needed.

Y/n didn't react at first thinking he gave them a red shirt, but it was slightly opened letting the smell of fresh meat drown their senses. They quickly pounced at the bag devouring every ounce of its contents

Licking the bag clean Zane felt his heart melt. It was so nice, to see Y/n finally being happy. Their eyes finnally showing some form of hope. He was their hope.

He dropped another bag into the room allowing Y/n to continue.

He felt like a saint. Helping the poor, the needy. A soul for a soul. His coworker died for a good cause. And from how happy and full Y/n seemed; more fortunate souls will help keep one alive.

Y/n felt better finally having something in their system. Anyone would rather starve than take handouts, but they were in too deep to feel shame. If this 'Zane' human wanted to keep them alive then they will appreciate him. As long as more came.

They both liked the sensation of having their needs met. Zane felt satisfaction from helping an unfortunate soul and Y/n felt good from eating... A truly wonderful relationship just waiting to flourish.

(I made this a long, long time ago. This is very different from my usual posts, I just don't know what to post so… Yeah. My writing style has changed, and this type of post won't become a habit. A one-time thing you could say since I like posting about my other stories more)

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This is a gift for one of my followers, they wanted Eternal Sugar cookie. I really enjoyed drawing her. Her hair was actually surprisingly easy to do. Although, I kinda messed up the colors. We’re gonna ignore that. Anyway, I gotta thank them for their support and I hope they enjoy the drawing:)

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[gracemain919]

(Everyone Needs a Mother)

Summary: Your home is now bombarded by monstrous sisters that think your their mother, and you don't know how to deal with it.

Tw: Platonic Yandere, slight mentions of a kidnapping.

(I wrote this for fun. I will lock in eventually)

A Crowded ‘Home’

You have never been one to have much company. In all honesty, you have barely cared about having people over. Your apartment almost always stayed empty, now… Well, things are different. Not only is your own freaking door locked, but you have four people inside your home who won't leave you alone. You have tried to break it down, call for help or the help of the police, or negotiate with them, but they would just not listen. Which was expected…

“Ohh. What are you doing?” An excited voice spooked you, a familiar girl grinning beside you. She watched you solve your boredom with a puzzle in your living room, which was a new low, even for you.

“Just… I'm just doing this puzzle. Go with your sister. I bet they're busy with my phone and computer.” Lilia chuckled, grabbing a stray piece from your table and putting it close to her face. “Hm. No. I want to be here with you. Show me how to play this game-”

“Mother, what are you doing?” A woman asked from behind you. Her irritated tone immediately gave away who she was… Martha.

“Are you?” She tilted her head in confusion. “Did you break a picture into millions of pieces, just to piece it together?”

“What?” You were almost baffled, but the girl beside you nodded enthusiastically. She poked at your arm and asked. “Mom, wow! Did you do that? That is so cool.”

“No! This is a game. It came like this and you're supposed to solve it, and why do you all care suddenly.” You were almost willing to pick up the game and throw it away. Better to die in boredom than this.

“Oh. Who wants to play that?” Martha asked. She walked over and grabbed the stray piece from Lilia’s hand, inspecting it between her clawy digits. She eyed the piece an idea showing in her eyebrows. Then suddenly she turned to the side, screaming with an abnormal volume: “Hey Nelith!”

“No, no.” You panicked. You contemplated rushing over to cover her mouth, but the sharp teeth-filled neck wasn't something you wanted to be anywhere near with.

“Our mother got this odd game. Do you know anything about it?”

“All I know is it looks like a good waste of time. Very wasteful. But. Good.” Another woman peeked through your bathroom door, and you were surprised by how quickly she reached the living room. Although, your apartment wasn’t that big to begin with.

“Do you here play this often?” Nelith asked while the little girl snatched the piece from Martha’s hand, celebrating her own victory.

“She only played this today. I was just asking her how to play.” Lilia said, only to be interrupted by you. “No. No. I'm going to my room. You can play this dumb game. I don't care” You snapped. It got too overwhelming and the only place you could cool off was in privacy. In your room, alone. Alone with no individual in your ear. Yet, they will drag you out.

Eventually.

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(The Fungus)

Summary: How some mold corrupted a group of individuals, turning them into love-sick, mindless cannibals

Tw: Yandere, Mind alteration, unhealthy relationships, masochism

The Cannibal’s Creation

Every human was a trial, a test to see what would extend the mold's lifespan. Each body is a puzzle with pieces that could be moved around, every combination rewarding a different result. A free-for-all between hosts no longer proved effective, so it had to figure out ways to keep each human alive. And, ways to give each host something that could benefit the other.

That comes with the quite outrageous and downright idiotic group called the Cannibals. One of the mold’s puzzles that said pieces were wrecked and placed in all the wrong places.

These utterly barbaric individuals all appear to be guards since the mold recognizes their loyalty, their intelligence, and their desire to protect the innocent. Yet, how can you get such honorable people to protect the guilty? Well, it's easy, make them lose their minds.

The mold ripped away whatever dots they connected in their skull, using the spare energy that would have been used for smarts and placed it toward strength, and turned them into beasts.

Why beasts? The hosts are simply stronger and a bit dumb. That doesn't make them beasts, you could say. Well, a human has morality. They fear death, pain and sacrifice. That is the fine line, and these hosts jump over the line and sprint across it as if it were a race.

They like pain, they fear nothing, they are too dumb to show mercy. Everything that once made them ‘human’ is no longer there and all they surrendered was for protection. They are a bunch of perfectly functioning meat that had been used for a sick purpose. Turned into dogs that chase their own tails instead of the independent men and women they once were.

They also could be considered garbage cans. Like rumbas that clean up the massacres that they leave behind. Their hunger is the compass that guides them to their only ‘useful’ attributes. Gluttony is one of the many sins they indulge in.

That is a cruel reality, but they love it. Every painful and bloody breath they take is just the push they need to keep moving forward. Your cold hands wrapped around their throat threatening to end their pitiful existence is what turns them on. Your cruel intentions are catnip to the Cannibals, and they merely wish to be at the end of your wrath. They wish to see your hatred, disdain, disgust, love and so much more.

(Took a while. I made three drafts that I gave up since I may be a different breed of dumb and lazy:0 maybe. Anyway enjoy)

Also a bit more info here: Trial and Error

[gracemain919]

Nelith(Blind humanoid): Introduction

(Everyone Needs a Mother)

Tw: Platonic Yandere, mentions of controlling behavior, slavery, slight misandry(not really shown here, but yeah), delusional.

Who is she?

- Nelith is the first-born sister. Born without her eyes, so consequently her mother’s image wasn't something she ever knew. She could only feel her body and the warmth that radiated off her in their cold world.

- She had spent centuries alone, it was always her and her mother. Alone, but that woman took care of her. Taught her everything she knew, and back then she was… strong. Nelith could hear it, beasts cowering and pleading for mercy by her mother’s mere threat.

- Yet, after multiple childbirths and the weight of time, her mother grew frail, so Nelith needed to take on more responsibility. She had to keep her sisters alive. She had to be their boulder, their compass, and their sister all at the same time. They listened to her, and she kept them safe.

- It was extremely difficult, yet Nelith never truly felt the impact. She always seemed calm, and collected, even while holding a newborn in her arms while running away from a creature. She hardly cracked.

- Different, they all were different. All had their uses and what could the blind provide? Well, Nelith was born with power. Power to control the weak-minded, make them her new ‘eyes’. Make them her strength, her sight, her ears, etc.

- What a wonderful purpose for such weak and useless beings. Nelith is so merciful. Giving a great purpose to those who otherwise would have lived their lives purposeless.

- Once their mother was gone… Nelith was struck. The warmth she was so used to holding, now was nothing more than a limp, cold rock. It couldn’t be.

- She couldn't accept that, so she planned to look for their mother. In some other place, realm, time, universe. Wherever she could be, and once she found you she was stunned.

- You were warm and smelled exactly like her. Your voice… It all seemed like her, but god. You were so small. So tiny, even more frail than their original mother. So clueless, so different yet similar.

- No matter. She can't possibly lose you again. No concern toward your form, your knowledge, or your beliefs. None of it mattered as long you’re safe in her hands. Just one more person to protect.

(might remove the photo and put it someplace else, but… Welp)

[gracemain919]

Nelith(blind humanoid, oc):

(Everyone Needs a Mother)

Tw: Platonic Yandere, f!yandere

Doing her hair

- Her hair doesn't compete with Rapunzel's, but it's a very close fight.

- Since the first day you have seen her she has always kept the same hairstyle. Straight and slightly messy hair that draped down her body like a gown.

- She didn't even wear clothes most of the time, claiming that her hair was enough, but it soon got annoying.

- You couldn't sit on your damn couch without finding a loose strand of her hair on it, so you tried to demand for her to maintain it. Yet, for a woman who claims to be your daughter, she sure as hell thinks she knows better than you.

- However, she obliged having her youngest sister try to braid her hair into a long strand. The little girl appeared to have the time of her life while Nelith kept a neutral demeanor which was quite odd of her. She usually always ‘smiled’ but soon you realized the reason why.

- Her hair didn't change, in only an hour and her hair had returned to its neutral state. You were stunned, to the point you had thought she undid the braid herself, but she merely laughed at your accusation.

- “My hair cannot be changed, nor destroyed and altered. Mom, you had spent countless weeks back then trying to tame it. Oh, seems some things never change”

(Yes, I know this is pretty stupid;-;. I'm just drawing her hair for an illustration and had this in the drafts for a while. Also didn't post for a few days since I was working on a post for another story on Wattpad)