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Forest Ranger Darling who in hours of total boredom gifts names to the horrors of the forest - hopelessly yearning to make their favorite human a permanent staple in their home.

That eerie glowing tent that smells like decaying meat laced with the sweet smell of fresh rain... and cinnamon? -

"Yeah, that's just Davey in there. Great guy if you can ignore the screams right before dawn. Always has an extra flashlight and snacks for me. Found a note of a heart drawn with ketchup in a bag of gummy worms they gave me. Think it was ketchup anyway."

The woman in the trees who speaks solely in bird calls? Least, Ranger thinks she's a woman - it's hard to get a good look at her with all those feathers in the way-

"Oh, you've met Robin? Funny lady. I picked up lessons on bird songs which she seems to be pretty happy about. She stole an extra pair of socks I had in my car which I found in this huuuuge nest last week. Not too sure what that means."

That rabbit-deer looking guy who's taken over that old museum in the heart of the woods?

"Buck. He leaves little nicknacks from the gift shop around for me to find. Funnily enough, the trail always leads me deeper into the woods where the higher ups tell me not to go."

Maybe souls in that place have lost their names from their lives before - others never had titles to begin with beyond the cruel monikers thrust onto them by other mortals. It brings solace to the nameless - many of whom would kill to give Ranger the mark of being their mate.

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Gray or white?

beating host with a hammer as i type this (he says it tickles)

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beating host with a hammer as i type this (he says it tickles)

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i actually have to kill Host. I don't know if he even can die but he gotta go-

(Drawing one of his darlings [The Star] again and they're so pretty rahhh

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Giving my ocs stuff I personally am insecure about is my own form of therapy.

My tourettes can be a pain in the neck but whenever I really beat myself up over it I picture a sad Carnis in my head wondering if I hate them too bc they also have it and that's the furthest thing from the truth

I love Carnis

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[Implied Neurodivergent Reader, Insecure Reader]

"Mono?... Do you think there's any way you could.. fix me?"

The robot's singular eye drifts aimlessly in the pitch black recesses brought forth by their helmet - targeting your smaller frame with a tingle of concern, daresay terror masked by the lack of expression on its face. Raising its arm, a beam of violet light basks you - a loud buzzer blaring as it scans over you.

"What seems to be the matter, Starlight? By my readings, you appear to be in functional conditions. Are your struggles perhaps.. internal? Of the mind as opposed to the body?"

"N..no? Yes?... I don't really know how to put it into words... I um... never had many friends growing up. The ones I did have grew tired of me for one reason or another... I always did too much or.. or too little... I was wondering if you had something... Like a chip you can put in my brain that would make me act more normally?"

Staring down at your feet, your eyes burn with the all too familiar sting of developing tears.

"I don't know what to do if you to grow bored of me too..."

"Oh, Starlight...."

Voice softer than air - Mono attempts to bow to your level. A comedic feat for one of their caliber. Despite kneeling, your head still barely reaches their upper torso. The crook of their talons collect the crystals that fall from your eyes - a large hand weighted firmly, soothingly to your shoulder blade.

"Nothing in all the known galaxies could make you more perfect than you already are. I would not change you nor trade you for anything - even freedom from my given role. My sole desire in this life - before I met you. Now, all my hopes and wishes revolve around you, and what the two of us can do together. The only way I'd grow tired of you is if acidic worms burrowed into my brain and took hold of my mind."

Their skin crawls with the thought. Well, it would had they the sensation.

"An unfortunate reality on my planet."

Biting your lip, you slap a hand over your mouth to muffle the laughter that escapes. Mono's stiffened posture grows lax at the harmonious sound.

"S-sorry, Mono- The bluntness of your voice makes certain things you say a little funny..."

Mono nods in agreement.

"I understand. Even amongst my people I am considered a tad bizarre. Perhaps that's what draws us together. Whatever unifies us, I pray it will someday open your mind to the absolute truth that there is none like you and nothing pleases me more than to be my your side - the bearer of my heart."

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Boys in cheer hit harder!

Masochist Bully Yan + Male Cheerleader Darling

[Physical Violence, Masochism, suggestive themes so 18+, as implied by the title - reader wears a skirt/presents feminine]

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“Wanna repeat that again? Huh? Bitch-” 

Locking your arms around his neck, your knee soars into the bridge of your assailant's nose - thick, runny blood gushing like a broken faucet as he staggers backwards, nauseated from the pain. 

Hands shove and prod at his back, the defeating cheers of the ever growing crowd clawing at his ear drums as he's flung squarely in the direction of your follow up attack. Stars staining his vision, sound is all there is to guide him as your fist crashes into his side - the studded ring gifted to you by one of the girls on your team sure to leave a curious bruise. He wheezes, splatters of crimson dying the whites of your favorite blouse red. A deep, hateful color- One that paints your vision as you screech in rage. 

“Making fun of the way I dress isn't enough for you.. Do you know how hard it is to get stains out of the shirt?!” 

“Wait, I'm sorry, about everything- Please-” 

His head bounces off the concrete - your entire body weight launched at him at lighting speed as you scramble to climb on top of him. Meaty thwacks proceed one after another as you unleash your fury on, refusing to let up as screams of vindication muddy into murmurs of hesitant concern.

Everyone knew he deserved it. Even the ones who arrived late to the show. Hell- he was the one who swung first, but there is a fine line between self defense and manslaughter. 

A single soul in the crowd didn't give a damn if the beating was justified or not. All he cared for was the bastard's vile words towards you - and his audacity to take his rightful place at the mercy of your wrists. 

The two of you had been walking home together when it happened. You, enthusiastically retelling the exciting tales of your day. Him, working up the courage to hold your hand. Truth be told, Erin had been neglecting time with his boys in favor of you. Some understood, others didn't. 

Why would anyone choose a freak like you over them? 

He didn't want to cause a scene. Erin was dead set on cooling the situation publicly, dragging his so-called “friend” behind the school to teach him a lesson - but you acted first. Everything happened so quickly. If he hadn't been so overwhelmed by the gust in your - something unheard of in a gentle soul like you, he would have protected you better. 

From the current outlook of things, he should be the one in your protection. 

That should be me. 

Erin's mouth hangs agape as your shapely ass springs off the chest of his former ally - a tiny, defeated whimper creaking from his throat as the crack of a heavy handed slap reverberates through the air. So close he can almost taste it. Almost feel it. Your manicured nails piercing his skin. Those powerful legs straddling him as you pummel him into submission. Your glossy lips smeared with his blood and tears. 

“Ngh..” 

He hisses through his teeth - the buckling of his hips weaving traction to the growing tent in his pants as the sensitive flesh grazes the fabric of his boxers. Nowhere near as soft as the panties you so proudly flaunt by your lonesome in the locker rooms, but enough to leave him a breath away from crying out for his turn. 

“You got my stuff, Rinny?” 

If there was anything to make him come undone, the airy giggle in your voice hit the nail on the head. Erin rubs at his neck, your backpack shielding the painful stiffness in his jeans. He glances around - the crowd now disburse with two of his other former acquaintances dragging their unconscious friend away. 

“Ah… y-yeah… Why don't I.. just hold onto it until we get to your place?”

“Awwwe, you're so sweet, Rinny!” 

Gluing yourself to his hip, you snuggle into Erin's arms - fingers interlocking with his. Erin clicks his tongue, wiping at your bloodied cheek with feigned annoyance. 

“You're such a mess.” 

But you're his mess, and that's all that matters. 

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i miss the murder clowns but they got me thinking of another oc i haven't used in ages

Mono

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Tekcol

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Sweetie Darlings and their scary ass Fem Yans have my whole heart.

Kind Darling and the hell spawn who claimed them as her prize. Half of her face is gone, can barely see out of the eye she has left - still manages to put the fear of God into anyone she's able to maintain eye contact with long enough. Built like an ox, picks up her Darling by their collar like a kitten. Can and will pop a man's skull like a grape. Darling being peak thembo acting like there's nothing out of the ordinary-

"This is my wife- We aren't married yet, but she gets sad if I call her my girlfriend."

"I am not your friend. I am your protector and life partner. You will call me by the title fit for my role."

"Haha, anyway- She's a total sweetheart once you get to know her! Just... try not to look her in the eye for more than about.... ten seconds. She hates that. Oh!- And what whatever you do - do not give me compliments. She's still learning how to sweet talk me and gets extremely jealous when others do it better-"

"Approach my mate and I will use your spinal bones to clean my teeth. I use the skull of the last person to test me as a foot rest."

"She's joking!"

"Comedy is beyond my realm of understanding. I am dead serious."

Darling probably calls her cute pet names like "Princess" or "Angel" like the scary dog incarnation she is.

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[Suggestive language at the end]

Creep Darling wishing upon a star for a companion-

"I wish I had a friend.... Not all the time, but sometimes... At least I have you."

Their trusty switchblade. Reliable, dependable. Their one and only savior from uncomfortable situations and sheer boredom. It'd be great if it was a person. Then Creep would never be alone.

It's silly- They're well aware of that. For once in their life, they'd like a taste of what it's like to genuinely connect with other people. Wishful thinking at its finest. Same as the night before, and the night prior to that, Creep falls asleep clutching the handle of their favorite blade.

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"Soft....soo soft..."

A voice... Razors.. scrapping glass. It shrouds your hazy mind - numbingly frigid fingertips yanking you out the tranquil calm of slumber. Your eyes slowly peel open - shark-like fangs gleaming with drool as heavy breathes paint your skin.

"These hands... The way they'll handled me... Ha... I'm getting all worked up just thinkin' about it..."

You leap out of bed - frantically pawing at your pillow for your weapon- Your fright kindles their titillation - Cackling with shrill, ear-ringing glee.

"Looking for something? I'm right here, Silly. Just look at me. Remind you of anything? It's me."

The strips of leather around their palms. The same strips cut from an old apron you tore up for better grip. A chip in one of their canines, mirroring damage to your blade you'd yet to get fixed due to your crippling avoidance towards human interaction.

A butterfly sticker on their cheek - a prize from the numerous capsule machines waiting to ensnare their next victim outside your local grocery store.

There's no denying it-

"You stripped my knife. Where are they?"

"Eh?- No, you adorable idiot! I am your knife!"

The man, or what appears to be a man- They later informed you their identity was up for your choosing- Then proceeded to tumble into a hour long rant about your countless adventures together.

Wood carvings.

Marking your claim on this earth through engraving your initials in soil and tree bark.

That one summer you wasted learning all those knife tricks.

"You still have the scars... Out of all the flesh I've sliced through, yours was always the softest. I'm so glad I get to touch it without breaking it. Though, I wouldn't mind another sample of the sweet, sweet taste of your blood."

So, yeah.

Through the power of longing, your prized blade is now your overprotective, overbearing partner roommate. So much so you couldn't even use a steak knife without them getting jealous.

"Even though I'm human now I still got my bite. I can tear up anything you need with my teeth. Look- Say "ahhh." "

Has a nasty obsession with taking bites of fruit and trying to feed it to you. You used to use them to slice up fruit before all the time so what's the difference? You've even licked their teeth before - just to get a feel of their sharpness. Won't you do that again? That isn't the worst of their desires however-

"I've always wondered what it'd be like... To be deeper inside you. The nicks and scraps weren't enough. The way you used to grip my handle... Can you squeeze me like that again, Honey? I'm dying to be inside you- I'd kill to. Please let me kill for you. As a reward, open yourself up to me fully..."

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I am sending you love from the mountains and hoping you get a smooth recovery soon. Your claw machine monster has taken over my brain so may I ask what type of claw they have or dose it change depending on the person. I was thinking like the older three pronged clamp.

Standard Three-Prong claw.

It's the most hand like claws out of the ones I researched and just looks the nicest for the design I have for the mimic imo. In the event of Darling actually playing the game instead of it letting them win outright, I can see it switching to another claw that would aid a Darling that's struggling better, especially if they are impaired vision and/or mobility wise.

Cheaters who break the rules without it's go ahead get a tiny claw that always loses grip right as its a push away prize shoot (If the mimic doesn't just eat them outright.)

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Femboy Assassin Yan: The summer months are upon us. That means only one thing-

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Spouse Reader: Aspen.

Femboy Housewife Yan: Darling?

Spouse Reader: There, uh, there was a package on the front door today. It was addressed to me, but I don't remember ordering anything.

Housewife Yan: Oh! Perhaps it was your... what's the word... Guardian angel!- Sending you a little present, haha...

Spouse Reader: Really now? And what angel sends a person twenty pairs of crop shorts?

Housewife Yan: ha....

Housewife Yan, clinging onto their arm: Darling. Listen to me, and listen carefully. Your adoring wife needs this. More than I have ever needed anything. The winter has sheltered your glowing skin from me for too long- Release yourself from the burden of heavy clothing for my sake!

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Slasher bfs desperate to make Creep Darling their third-

[Tw: Violence, Murder]

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"Love?... There's something I need to talk to you about."

It was never supposed to happen. He admittedly believed that it never could happen. Before he met him, the illusion of love as other people convey was just that. Liars and crooks, monsters cloaked in human skin. They broke down his fragile understanding of the word- Played with him like a cheap toy to be used and discarded. The point in his life where he would rather die than form a genuine connection with another human being rules over his mind like an iron fist.

Until he met him.

His other half. His better half. The guiding light to lead him out of harm's way time and time again. The hemorrhaging, heart throttling feeling in his chest with he kisses him- Falls asleep in his arms, high off the thrill of a fresh hunt.

It was meant to only be for him. His one and only... Until....

"...There's something I need to tell you too."

Bone juts from splintered flesh, a boot pressing hard on a battered and bruised man's chest - shouldering the conflicted emotions of his assailants on him with every stomp and kick to his failing body.

Lightheaded from the rush of adrenaline, the man, relentless in his assault, relives that faithful day. Returning to his shitty apartment, shoving his lover into the dingy alleyway - the smell of gore and sweat ripe on their clothing as animalistic lust and passion took hold.

There was someone- Watching them. A neighbor. One of the very few people in the world they could call a friend. A decent alibi and companion.

Weapons drawn, the lover's prepare sever ties with another connection to the outside world. Friend they may be, it was the two of them before anyone. The neighbor stands unfazed, eyes lidded with boredom and exhaustion.

"If you guys ever get caught, I'm raiding your apartment before the police get there. There's bound to be something good for my collection."

And with that, the neighbor leaves - neither attempting to stop them. While neither of them knew that day, the seeds of love for another had been planted.

"I...."

"I think I might...."

Both sigh.

"I know you're in love with Y/n, and if they make you happy-"

The shorter of the two's mouth falls agap like a dying fish. His lover, stoic as ever, seems just as surprised.

"You... know I like Sugarplum? A-and you're still in love with me despite that? You...love us?"

The taller brings his bloodied hand to his partner's cheek, brushing away his insecurities with the loving sweep of his thumb.

"As if I've never seen the looks you give them. You both drive me crazy... And I wouldn't have it any other way."

Overjoyed, the lovers share a tender, raw kiss - celebrating the new chapter in their lives as one ends right at their feet.

"Oh, baby- Angel, Sweetheart, Darling! Let's skin this fucker and give it to our honey- They'll love it, I just know it!"

A hand flies over his mouth.

"Keep your voice down- We'll never get a chance to tell them how we feel if we're under a prison."

The shorter one sighs, giddy with childish glee as the possibilities awaiting him with his two angels.

"The three of us, skinning a guy alive together. It would be so romantic- ♡"

Love is real. And the two of them have found it.

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Yooo have you seen those trailers for Predator: Killer of Killers? 👀

Hoooot

I watched the movie the night it came out and-

I really don't think I need to say more

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(I wrote this with a random Yan in mind but it's literally just V's greasy self-)

V/Loser Yan: But I don't WANT to take a shower! You held my hand yesterday and it still smells like you!

Darling: Hey. That soap in the bathroom? It's mine. If you use it, your whole body will smell like me-

Yan: !!!

[Yan trips over their own feet as they sprint to the bathroom]

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ARE YOU OKAY?

pain has subsided a bit but really hoping the meds i took kick in soon (im on computer so imagine there's a thumbs up emoji here