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hi guys im alive (barely) and depression is kicking my ass but YOOOOOO THIS MEANS MORE CREATIVITY 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

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Wuxia! AU?

Still working on some Mr.Crawling’s lore in this AU!

I’m liking it so far hoho, I might work on the others too once I have more ideas ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

And feel free to suggest a name for this AU 😆

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Happy birthday, little boy.

Dec. 18, 2024

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does anyone else want to grab their boyfriend and (lovingly) consume the essence of their soul or is it just me

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pookie ya feeling alright?

tbf HELL NO I came back from a class trip yesterday NIGHT and the trip overall sucked 🫠 not to mention the ride to and from was a total of 16 hours and I sat next to a dude who smoked/vaped constantly and he reeked (he also got sour cream and dill chips on a crowded BUS) but I didn't tell him anything cuz he seemed a bit scared of me idk why. ANYWAYS I'll try to catch up on the fics I have to write, but I'd like to keep them decent quality as well. Thank you for asking!

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yall im getting my shit ROCKED in school im sorry 😭 currently on a class trip and before that i had to stay up until 12 am for a club meeting like im at a fucking corporate job <3 is this what an unpaid internship feels like

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The lack of homicipher women content😭😭 can u write anything (i mean anything) for the bride and adami🌷🎀

Hihi! I already made a fic about adami and gn!reader, so today I decided to honor the Bride! I couldn't think of many platonic headcanons, given the fact that there's not much content of her (sigh), but I think dating her would be ASJSKDODBWJSHDJEJWIIIA anyways :3

Bride Headcanons (Platonic/Romantic)

Platonic

1. I think she'd have a thing for letters. Nothing impresses her more (besides clothes, obviously) than a hand-written letter. Decorate it with some doodles, and she might just frame it!

2. Let's be realistic, she cares too much about clothes to let you touch them or alter them. I like to think she'd have her own workshop in the apartments, and she just lets you sit in it.

3. Isn't very comfortable with being touched, but when you're sad she'll make an effort to gently hover her hand above your back - don't think she dislikes you, she's just anxious!

4. I hc that she HATES Scarletella's guts. The only time she'll touch you without having to mentally prepare herself is when she needs to drag you away from the red light. Somehow, he reminds her of the reason she died.

Romantic

5. Because she doesn't have a head, her voice resonates from deep within her chest - maybe somewhere between her ribs. Now that you're closer, she'll let you lay your head on her as she hums.

6. ...she gets jealous. I'm sorry but she seems like the type to sulk and even start crying if she feels you're starting to spend time with others more than you do with her. Write her letters and bring her some small trinkets, but don't forget to be verbally affectionate too!

7. You can sew together now! She trusts you around her workshop and her accessories, but is still adamant about letting you alter HER clothes. Maybe give her a drawing instead..?

8. If you're willing to exercise your poetic abilities and need a critic, she's your person. No matter how cheap or cheesy, she'll still keep it together with her belongings, and for your sake, will try to be objective. She's a lot harsher with others, though.

9. The EPITOME of romantism from her point of view is represented by matching outfits. Will spend hours making new clothes for you or sketching you in different poses, garments, or trying to find the colors that suit you the most. When you ask her to match accessories, no matter how small, she makes a little squeak of delight. You're the only person she's willing to change for without caring how flashy or silly the object is.

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mama:de ce nu te joci cu copilu vecinilor ?

copilu vecinilor:

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Introducing...

The Homicipher Advent Calendar!

December 13th: Bride platonic and romantic hc's (requested) DONE

December 15th: Mr. Crawling x fem!reader smut (requested)

December 17th: Mr. Machete SFW/NSFW hc's (requested)

December 19th: Bottom!Mr. Crawling x m!reader

December 21st: Mr. Crawling angst

December 23rd: Mr. Silvair and Mr. Chopped x neutral!reader

December 25th: Christmas in the ghost apartments!

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I love your "homicipher x male reader" fanfics, please rest more and get inspired

Hi! Thank you for the concern! I'll definitely get some rest in the following weeks. Don't mind me using your comment to post a new fic :3 Also, I'll close my requests for now, but make a super cool advent calendar soon, so stay tuned!!!!

Mr. Silvair NSFW (solo play iykwim :3)

can you tell this was inspired by "One of The Girls" by the weeknd?? listen to it while you read this

He was tired. So, so, so fucking tired. He'd spent his entire day cleaning up his laboratory and gathering tools that fell from the other world, and JUST when he thought he had finished this entire ordeal, another earthquake shook up the ghost apartments and trapped him under a pile of rubble. His mangled body slithered out from between the chunks of concrete that scattered across the newly-formed hallways. It took Mr. Silvair a few good hours to regenerate to his usual form. Unfortunately, he had lost or damaged most of his materials in the surprising event, and this left him absolutely fuming. And then, as he dragged his weakened body back to the small base, Mr. Wheelchair stopped him in his tracks and talked his ear off about how sick he feels. Forcing a smile, Silvair promised to make a cure for him as he took more and more steps back, until the other man was out of sight.

Stomping and mumbling, he slammed the door to his hideout, waking Mr. Chopped up. While preparing to wail and complain, he noticed Mr. Silvair's pained expression, and pursed his lips - maybe it wasn't the time to talk to him. The doctor continued walking, aiming for his testing room. He locked the door behind him and collapsed on a chair, his forearms resting on the operating table. Shit, he hadn't felt this restless in a good while. Maybe since he was last alive, after a tough shift? Either way, Mr. Chopped must have gone back to sleep. He leaned back and sighed, wiping the sweat from his face with both of his hands. He spread his legs a little wider to get comfortable, his cock hard and aching. His arms fell to his sides and slumped down by his hips. Wasn't he supposed to keep the facade of a stoic doctor? Where was his self-control?

Ah, it didn't matter anymore... He dragged his pants down and freed his shaft, a droplet of precum already leaking from the tip. Mr. Silvair clicked his tongue, mentally berating himself for the obscenity of the situation. Hesitantly, he wrapped his hand around the base, making his way to the top in a slow, steady manner. The eerie man let out a huff, his entire body shaking - it had been too long, and he'd gotten way too sensitive for such activities. He licked his lips, sinking his teeth into the soft flesh to muffle another sound as his hand moved a bit faster, stimulating his private area before stopping altogether, giving him some respite, then restarting. Silvair's muscles rippled beneath his skin, a sheen of sweat covering his toned abdomen as it moved in tandem with his erratic breaths. With his free hand, he pulled the hem of his coat and shoved the material into his mouth, grunting into the stained fabric. If Mr. Chopped heard him, he'd much rather prefer to have the ground swallow him whole than live another day with that shame. He bit down on the coat, grinding his teeth against each other as he jerked himself off, squelching noises now bouncing off the walls of the room. His thighs shook and clenched with each movement, toes curling with every pass of his calloused palm against his tip. Mr. Silvair's ears started ringing and he threw his head back, stroking faster and faster, desperately trying to release some pressure.

His mind conjured up all sorts of images, even against his will; what if he had a woman as aroused as him, grinding her soaked pussy against his abs, clit dragging along his skin? Or perhaps a man who he could bounce on his knee as they helped each other, stimulating his balls with each movement as Mr. Silvair rubbed their cocks together? Each fantasy pushed him closer and closer to the edge, and he shoved the piece of fabric even more into his mouth to make sure Mr. Chopped wouldn't hear. He groaned and sputtered against it while ropes of hot, thick, sticky cum shot out of his reddened length.

The doctor sat back down on the chair and removed his coat, using it to clean the sweat off his body. He definitely felt more relaxed now, but some guilt still clung to him... Sighing, he got up and put away some of his materials, trying to focus on chores rather than his hardening cock.

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I WAS STARVING FOR MALE READER HOMICIPHER CONTENT BEFORE I DISCOVERED YOUR BLOG OMG OMG

also pls add the homicipher x male reader tag because i otherwise would have to crawl though the massive amounts of fem reader content

it has been done :3 I don't have many male reader fics (or fics in general) but there's more to come beueeujwhrwjhewjhr

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Мr. Scarletella and male reader when-

I'm back! Club activities and tutoring have been KICKING MY ASSSSSS UGHHHHHH but I'm alive and (not) thriving! Short fic for today.

Mr. Scarletella x m!reader (NSFW: no penetration, descriptive bj)

It hadn't been that long since you broke Mr. Scarletella's "heart" and made him into your loyal pet. At first, you thought he had forgotten about the whole name ordeal and his weirdly obsessive, creepy and sometimes downright perverted behavior. One thing was clear, though: leaving the ghost apartments was a bad idea. You doubted you would have been able to take your brand new pet to the overworld with you, or entertain him enough to keep him inside your house permanently. Even so, in this place you could release some stress without consequences - earthquakes would ruin the layout anyways, so who cares?!

As a last resort, you decided to wander around the eerie space, with Mr. Scareletella tied to your wrist with a leash. Sometimes you had to walk long distances before discovering a safe haven without intruding into another spirit's home. The both of you found yourselves in a similar situation today. The tall man had stamina for days, but you kept some of your human characteristics, such as the perpetual state of tiredness you were born with. When you found a room which contained a chair, dirty bed, and a table, after what you believed was at least a day of wandering, you instantly collapsed on the bed, Mr. Scarletella following obediently, the collar around his neck tightening slightly. He leaned over you, staring straight into your soul as you tried to rest. He put a cold hand on your cheek, poking your skin.

"Give name?"

Fuck. Your eye twitched in annoyance as you sat up suddenly.

"Go away."

He didn't seem to understand what you wanted, as he repeated the word "name" over and over. As a last resort, you grabbed his umbrella and gripped it tightly. Mr. Scarletella fell at your feet, his thighs clenched together, hands covering what was obviously a bulge. But wasn't the umbrella supposed to be his... heart? Perhaps it was linked to the rest of his body as well? To test the waters, you rubbed the top of the umbrella gently, watching as Scarletella squirmed pathetically. After a particularly hard squeeze, he fell on his back, curled up into a fetal position as whines left his trembling lips. A pleased smile was plastered on your face as you got closer to him and unbuckled your belt. You gave your cock a few strokes to lubricate it.

"Get up," you order the ghost, enjoying seeing him scramble to you. Without needing any explanation, his fingers sank into your hips as he took your cock into his mouth, sucking enthusiastically. One of your hands held the umbrella as the other rubbed it, indirectly teasing Mr. Scarletella. Out of the blue, he hugged your leg, taking advantage of his position to grind his leaky bulge on your shoe like a dog in heat. You tug on the leash, shoving your cock deeper inside the tall man's throat. His moans sent pleasurable vibrations throughout your shaft, making you groan in response. Scarletella's eyes seemed to light up at your reaction, and he doubled his efforts in hopes to make his master feel good. His tongue was gliding along the underside of your cock, his hands having left his bulge long ago, now focused on rubbing the base of your length. His cheeks hollowed out, the soft tissue on the inside of his mouth pressing up against the sensitive sides of your dick.

Your eyebrows were furrowed, and you stroked the umbrella faster, making Mr. Scarletella shake, his fingers desperately holding onto your hips, digging into your flesh as he ground his bulge faster and faster against your shoe. His eyes rolled back into his head as he orgasmed, white, creamy liquid leaking through the red material of his pants. In an act of wild lust, you threw the umbrella to the ground and gripped his hair tightly, fucking his face without mercy. Hunched over the ghost, you held him in place as you pumped round after round of seed down his throat, until small trickles of it seeped out from his nose. You stayed like that for a few minutes, legs trembling. Tenderly, you stroked his cheeks and pulled him off of you, a streak of spit and cum connecting his lips to your spent cock. Seeing his blurry vision and quivering body awakened something inside of you that you didn't know you had. It became clear that you weren't done with him - no, not by a long shot.

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AHHH IM THE ONE WHO REQUESTED FOR MR STITCH THANK YOU SO SO MUCHHH I LOVED IT MAN ❤️❤️❤️

OMGOMGOGMGMG HIIII IM GLAD U LIKED IT <333

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Hiii I just wanted to say from what i’ve seen I really love your work and I was wondering if I could get some smut for Mr.Stitch? Preferably descriptions of male genitalia,If not then that’s fine also!

Hihi! Thank you for sending in a request! I hope I understood your request well, so here we have it :3 I feel like this wasnt up to par, so feel free to leave feedback!

Mr. Stitch x m!reader (NSFW)

tw: mentions of those little ghostly hands in the lake scene (slight spoilers? maybe, idk if it counts)

After another earthquake that switched and destroyed multiple paths, it was obviously clear that the way you came from was now dust, and the only way forward was a small metal bridge that went over the patch of water which you already knew was full of ghostly hands, eager to grab and drown anyone who dared to go near. You loitered nearby the ruins of rooms that once were filled with various objects, when an idea struck you: if you could find a crack in any surface, Mr. Gap could take you away! It felt like a thousand years as you searched for a space big enough to fit you, but to no avail. You slumped against a heap of concrete when heavy knocking and thumping shook up the area. The voice leaking from the other side sounded familiar; so, pointing your dominant hand to the blockage, you blasted it away. Cowering in a corner, Mr. Stitch was shaking like a leaf.

"You good?" Your voice bounces off the walls as you speak, redirecting his attention towards you. A wide smile erupts on his face, and he throws himself in your arms.

"Thing fell my head, me sleep long! Me happy see you!"

...ah, something knocked him out. Explains why it was so quiet before. You reach out and rub his hair awkwardly in an attempt to comfort him. Having released him, you did your best to communicate with him and pointed towards the only available exit. His eye twitched, and he leaned down to take a good look at the water.

"Safe!" He exclaimed before strutting along the bridge. When he hands sprung out and dragged him down, you were quick to pull him back up, water splashing all over the place, the bridge now slippery and mostly unusable.

So, as a last resort, you and Mr. Stitch decided to wait until the bridge was dry again and then run over it as fast as possible. While you were sitting on the cold floor, the man wrapped his arms around your waist and nuzzled into your neck.

"Bored... Want fun?"

Lower and lower went his hand, slipping under your clothes, starting to tease your cock. His expression was unreadable, mainly because of the hair covering most of his face, but as he started to stroke faster, your mind went blank. The potent mix of frustration, arousal and weariness exploded inside of your body, making your back arch. Mr. Stitch seemed to enjoy seeing you weakened and at his mercy - while you were too stimulated to pay attention, he removed your clothes, and was now actively trying to loosen you up. In response, you collapse on him, your warm cheek resting against his icy chest. Showing no sign of stopping, the ghostly figure shoved two fingers inside of your mouth, poking and pulling the tongue that slithered around them. With a loud pop, he retracted and spat on them for good measure.

For a little while, he let go of your tormented cock and bent you over his lap. Precum pooled beneath your stomach, forming a small spot on the dirty floor. Your knees scraped against the rough material once Mr. Stitch moved you, his big hand now making contact with the sensitive flesh of your ass. An embarrassingly high-pitched squeal rips from your throat, making the other one laugh.

"Fun! You fun!"

You turn your head around quickly, glaring daggers at him. Mr. Stitch smirks, spanking you again with no remorse. Before you could punch him or squirm away, he inserts the two slimy fingers inside of you, relishing the way you reacted. With his free hand, he keeps you steady, as the other vigorously pumps in and out of your now sloppy hole. Your toes curl and your muscles tense, the sensation pulsing throughout your body. The strange man fucks you with his fingers harder and harder, the vibrations reaching your cock and acting as yet another stimulus. Suddenly, he shoves you down on your back, his head now between your thighs. He took your sensitive length in his mouth, sucking on it and teasing the tip with his tongue as he added a third finger. You grasped his hair and tugged on it harshly, unable to think whether you should push or pull him to you. You teetered on the brink of climax, your vision blurry as you clamped your thighs around his face and forced him to take your cum down his throat. Your legs fell limp at his sides, and he snapped his fingers in front of you to catch your attention. Mr. Stitch made a loud gulping noise and opened his mouth, winking at you.

"You tasty! Me good, see?"

You groan at the sight, dropping back to the floor. Your body was shaking due to the cold and the earlier activities, and a sudden clarity washed over you... Did you seriously just do that? With a mildly insane ghost? What is wrong with-

"Up!"

Mr. Stitch dragged you by your legs, turned you around and folded you into a pretzel, until your knees touched your shoulders, and his chest pressed up against your back. You were placed directly above his throbbing cock, a bulging, prominent vein running along his shaft catching your attention. The tall man licked your ear, eliciting a gasp out of you and a shudder. He lowered you onto him with a gentleness which was unusual for his character. As you peeked back at his face, you noticed it was scrunched up in a pleasured expression, eyebrows furrowed and lips shut tight. His cheeks were rosy and his forehead was stuck to the nape of your neck - it was weirdly endearing, seeing him like that. But your fascination didn't last long, the daydream interrupted by his thrusting. The first few movements were to test the waters, and you could hear him whispering "where" repeatedly, as if searching for something. It didn't feel bad, but it didn't feel amazing either, having something poke and prod at your insides. You held in your voice, sometimes breathing out tiny whimpers. It didn't take long for Mr. Stitch to find what he wanted, his feat signaled by a lewd scream coming from you.

"Here!"

He held your legs tighter, now using you like a toy as he bounced you up and down his hardened length. The animalistic pounding against your prostate fueled your arousal, Mr. Stitch's exaggerated moans right next to your ear doing anything but diminishing it. You'd never felt such sensations before, and you desperately tried to hold onto something - anything, your hands reaching back to scratch his waist. Inevitably, you were going to fall. In response, Mr. Stitch brought you closer to the wall separating your small area from the haunted waters. You leaned your arms against it, sliding down slowly as the ghost wrapped himself against your torso. He moved you once again, closer to the water, one of your feet resting on the bridge, the other on a small, dry space between the wall and the murky liquid. Mr. Stitch was now beneath you, thrusting wildly in your abused hole, until you stumbled backwards and relied on your arms for support. Transparent hands shot out from the waters, grabbing your cock and stroking it without mercy, focusing on the tip and the underside of the shaft. Mr. Stitch grabbed your nipples, tweaking and pinching them until they were bright red and aching, now hard and sensitive. Unable to hold it in any longer, you let your moans spill out as you came, milking the ghostly man for all he had. The hands coaxed you through your orgasm, and they would have continued if it wasn't for your partner dragging you away.

Your ears rang as Mr. Stitch dressed you up and threw you over his shoulder, patting your ass for good measure as he walked hastily along the bridge.

"You fun! We stay together!"

Something made you think that this wouldn't be the last time you see him. Just a hunch, though.

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Diverted personality. 😔

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I'll provide a translation at the end of this post. This is strictly about politics.

Sunt perfect conștientă de absența aproape totală a comunității de români de pe această aplicație dar mă simt nevoită să îmi afirm și aici prezența. După renumărarea voturilor și (din nefericire) câștigul trandafirilor la parlamentare, vreau să aduc aminte celor ce pot vota că trebuie să o facă - și să aduc aminte celor din diaspora să se informeze mai bine cu privire la situația țării din care au plecat nu de voie, mai degrabă de nevoie. Nu o să vă spun concret "Alegeți candidatul X", dar o să vă indic candidatul favorabil. Nu bun, ci favorabil. Cineva care nu e atât de dat pe partea dreaptă încât ajunge și în partea stângă. Cineva care nu susține cu tărie că un legionar antisemit ar trebui comemorat cu pomeni de care nu au avut parte nici adevăratele personalități ale României care ne-au reprezentat pe plan internațional atât de frumos. Doar pentru că e nou, nu înseamnă că e și bun.

I'm aware of the nearly complete absence of the romanian community on this app, but I feel the need to make my presence known on here as well. After the recounting of the votes and the (unfortunate) win of the roses (political party) I'd like to remind those who have the right to vote to do it - and to remind those who emigrated to inform themselves more regarding the situation in the country they left not because it was a want, more so because it was a need. I will not explicitly tell you to "vote for candidate X," but I will redirect you towards a favorable candidate. Not good, favorable. Someone who isn't so far right they're touching left. Someone who doesn't advertise so strongly that an antisemitic legionary man should be commemorated with alms that weren't organized for even the most important personalities of Romania that represented us so beautifully worldwide. Just because it's new it doesn't mean it's good.