#cw implied murder

[ballad-of-the-lamb]

The young get baptized?

[little-tangerines]

running experiments

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[crypticdesire]

cw: mild possessiveness, implied murder

yandere!knight who grew up inside the castle walls and found themselves always watching the child of the king. they were taught that their training was necessary to protect the royal family, so why wouldn’t they develop an interest in you? knowing details about you was the best way to protect you, so they slowly became obsessed with observing you from an appropriate distance. 

yandere!knight who finally became directly assigned to guard you when you're both adults. there was another knight being considered, but they were unfortunately killed by a thief during a trip to a nearby town. they were more suitable for the job anyway, understanding the needs of the royal heir more than any other knight, surely. who would be more attentive than them? 

yandere!knight who notices that you’ve become more curious about what lies outside the castle walls, overhearing your persistent questions directed at your parents, tutor, and other palace staff. they wonder why you’ve never directed one of your questions towards them. they probably wouldn’t have the answers you were looking for, growing up within the castle’s walls themselves, but they yearned for you to speak more than a few passing words to them. to look into their eyes and see how deeply they cared for you. to see how dedicated they were to serving you. to see how eagerly they would fulfill any of your requests. they wanted to know you felt comforted by their presence in the same way they were comforted by yours.

yandere!knight who becomes desperate enough to bridge the gap between you two that they offer to sneak you into town one night. the excitement that flashes onto your face creates a feeling within them akin to drinking a sip of cool water after going without it for days. that sip turns into a long chug when your hands finally touch, their skin making contact with your skin, as they help you onto the horse that will take you from the stables to the outskirts of the town. now that they’ve felt your hands on their waist, the normal distance placed between you feels too far. surely this feeling means they are destined to always be by your side, right?

yandere!knight who feels drunk on your laughter as they sit with you in a local tavern. a cloak hides most of your face, but your face would be recognized by few anyway with the only commoners to know your appearance being those that work in the palace. they’re sure they are in a dream when you grasp their hand pulling them with you to join the group of lively impromptu people dancing. they can’t help but think how they are the reason for your bright eyes and wide smile. it confirms that no one could know you better than they do. no one could tend to your needs better than they could. 

yandere!knight who wished they didn’t have to sneak you back into your room to have a wall separating you once again. but the giddiness of growing closer to you would linger, making them determined to take you into town again. the trips into town would be a secret they shared with you, which is why they couldn’t ignore the eyes that saw you two walking back from the stables to the castle. surely, one of the insignificant grounds keepers wouldn’t think that the knight tasked with protecting the royal heir wouldn’t notice their presence. the grounds keeper was predictably naive, being easily found alone in the stables. to ensure you could sneak into town again, they couldn’t risk someone exposing your secret. threatening your happiness. ruining the knight’s chances of being someone you relied on for protection and happiness. the grounds keeper should be happy to be given the opportunity to serve the royal family even after death as fertilizer for their expansive garden. they couldn’t pose any threat then. washing the blood off their hands a couple hours later, they wondered if the sight of them would cause you to be appalled or pleased by the evidence of their deep devotion to you. one couldn’t ask for a more dedicated knight, right?

" i'm not leaving. my life has been dedicated to serving you, so please use me "

you can check out the other yandere characters i'm developing in my pinned post !

[captain-neutrino]

There’s only one thing worse than a murderer

[perpetualexistence]

An Appetite for Knowledge: A Prologue to A Total Drama Noah as a D&D Monster AU

So, I came up with an AU for Noah as a D&D monster. It was supposed to just be one post. Then I started writing a scene for it. Then more context to the scene. Then I came up with a cool name for the AU.

The next thing I knew I was editing the scene immensely and whoopsie daisy I have a horror one-shot.

For extra shits and giggles, I decided to be experimental with it. I wanted to try to do more with less. So I'm not going to name what kind of monster Noah is in this one-shot. If you think you've figured it out, please do leave a comment or put it in the tags because I'm curious.

I plan to post more about the AU itself, including exactly how Noah works, in a separate post that should only be stream of consciousness paragraphs. Do keep in mind that I don't plan to make this an actual fic series, this just serves as a prologue to the AU itself.

If you know nothing about D&D monsters, that's also okay! If I've written this story correctly, you shouldn't have to know anything about D&D in order to enjoy it.

I might end up posting this on AO3 eventually, it really just depends on how I'm feeling. For now, without furthur ado, An Appetite for Knowledge!

Content Warnings: Implied murder, blood

It needed a real body.

It grew tired of hiding from creatures larger and dumber than itself. It could not feed properly from them. It had no collective knowledge to work from. It could only wander in a direction and anticipate.

It came across a stray child hiding himself between the roots of a tree.

The child made not a sound. Not even an aura of magic around the child. I could feel the child's thoughts racing inside of his fleshy cocoon. The child is reading a book far beyond his reading level. A clever hiding spot for a clever child. Not much older than itself. Perfect.

It sent memories into the child's mind. The pain of being dragged from a cranium unknown and melded with paws and claws for travel. The ceaseless chatter of voices commanding it to obey and feed. The utter apathy for a purpose unbidden until now. The knowledge of exactly what was to happen next.

The child screamed. He threw his book to the ground. He used his free hands in his futile attempts to scramble through the roots. They were clearly a tight squeeze without the throes of panic. They were mere inconveniences for a creature the size of a fist.

"No! No no no-AAAAAAAH-"

He's 8 years old and is from the border. He comes from a poor family, but is himself blessed with magic. He was scouted by a magic academy for proper training and accepted immediately.

He's among the first of many students that are being taken back to the academy through a traveling caravan. He couldn't stand for being around others for so long. The second they settled for a break, he fled to seek solitude.

He can understand the sentiment. That's what it did when the demands of the hivemind stopped and he was blessed with free will. It wasn't going to stick around for the fights for power in a state of anarchy. But he'll have to be smarter than that now. He can't have another monster picking his body off while he's alone. Not to mention, he is soon to be among wizards.

They have many spells for finding creatures like him. He must find a way to counter them, or he must flee. He peeked into the spells he now knew. They are not many, but the fact there are any given his age explains why he feels almost stuffed with knowledge. He won't have to eat again for quite a while.

He found a spell that would allow his aura to appear as human as his body is. He would have to spend most of his energy casting this spell every day. But once his body grew, and he learned how to better yield his magic? Oh it would very much be worth the constant risk of discovery.

He slowly tilted his head up from his curled position. Light peeked from between the roots to irritate his closed eyelids. He slowly opened his right eye. The light hit his retina to reveal brown roots, brown skin, a brown book still clutched between his arms. He opened his left eye to reveal the same view. Muted colors. Colors nonetheless.

He opened his mouth slowly, and closed it again. He opened his mouth again, and stuck his tongue out to look at it. Closed it again.

His face stung from the scratches it had inflicted. He moved a limb, his arm, to touch his face. He brushed his middle finger against blood. He brought his bloodied finger into view. He took his thumb and rubbed it against his middle finger.

Sloppy work, but it was his first time. He was proud. Proud. Such a nice feeling. He couldn't wait to find out what else could make him proud.

He let out a squawk of indignation as he felt arms burst through the roots and drag him out.

"Kid!" the voice shouted. Based on the armor he was now staring at, this was a guard. He wore a tabard emblazoned with an insignia of runes and sorcery. He recognized that insignia. It was that of his new school. He recognized this voice. This was the guard he had snuck past to look for a place to read. "I heard the screams! What happened to you?! What were you even DOING out here?!"

He hasn't had enough time to parse through his social skills. He'll have to wing it, as his new knowledge of idioms provided. At least he doesn't have to worry about motor skills as he's being carried with two hands around his torso. His limbs dangle as he puts his effort towards speaking.

"I wanted somewhere to read alone." he said. His voice is flat. It's a chore to open his mouth to produce sounds. But that's what human children are capable of, so that's what he must do. The guard's eyebrows furrow in...concern? Ugh, right. Emotions are a thing he needs to account for now.

"Read al-Kid! Just because that weird brain thing got killed, it doesn't mean the woods are safe!" the guard shouted. Oh. That would explain the silence. "This is still a forest swamped with monsters!"

"They were safe enough for you to fall asleep on guard duty." he retorted. It was hard to place where this instinct came from. It had never liked the authority of the hivemind. He had never liked people looking down at him for his age.

The guard's face flushed red. Oh, pride was back. He'd have to do that more often.

"You little-" the guard started before he forced himself to stop. He looked to the ground to calm himself and noticed the claw marks. "Just...tell me what attacked you."

"I didn't see it clearly. I think the little creature that lived here came home. You must've scared it off."

The guard looked directly into his gaze. He couldn't fail this test. He was too exhausted to try again.

The last time he tried to hide something was when his mother caught him a few months ago. He'd stolen his sister's practice wand. He wanted to use it, and she was being selfish. His mother didn't know which sibling had stolen it. She was asking each of them individually. He had watched his innocent siblings meet her gaze, and she relented. He had tried to meet her gaze, but guilt overcame her and he had looked away from her.

He looked directly at the guard. The guard was the first to look away and sigh.

"Just don't do it again kid, next time you won't be so lucky." The guard slung him over his shoulder like a sack of grapes.

"You're right, I won't be."

"Let's just get you back to the others....uh..."

The guard is trying to pull for a name. His body's name is spoken in a tongue unfamiliar to most in this country. He was not lying. He will never be so lucky as to find an opportunity like this again.

What to say, what say? He's never had the ability to be creative before. He only knew what his body last knew before he moved in. Including his last words.

He tried going for a grin. He could only settle for a smirk.

"Noah. You can call me Noah."

[side-of-honey]

Disgusting.

MONSTERS don’t belong in PINK SPACE.

Wake up.

[star-critter-2-sonic-hq]

Kit, to the tune of "Do you want to build a snowman?" : Will you help me hide a body?

Tails : Huh?

Kit : Come on, we can't delay!

Tails : WHAT DID YOU DO?!

Kit : No one can see them on the floor, gettem out the door, BEFORE THEY CAN DECAY-

[rwac96]

Needing Help (Bloodedge Bullet)

Ragna: “I need you to help me hide a dead body.”

Bullet: *groans* “…..Again?”

Ragna: “Well technically it’s the same body. There were just a few unexpected complications. That’s all.”

Bullet: *pinches the bridge of her nose, sighs* “…..I don’t know where to even begin with that.”

Ragna: *annoyed* "You gonna help me or not?!"

[whump-in-the-closet]

idk what this is. no i’m not gonna try to explain it i’m sorry it just happened

cw: bbu-adjacent (i stole the white room and contract and erased memories from the bbu, otherwise it’s nothing alike), implied murder, weird weird pov, implied torture, also i say boy in the beginning but he’s 18-19, dehumanization

The boy wanted soup.

They gave him a knife.

It was a deal, they said. Training and expertise and money. Everything he wanted. Never have to go back on the streets again.

He signed the contract.

A deal.

In the white room, he tried to think of soup.

They didn’t like that. They sprayed him with a hose, water set on jet. Powerwashing every unwanted thought away.

—Tomato soup on the stove. The smell of grilled cheese, burning in the old blue kitchen—

One by one, the memories slipped through the drain in the white room. They spun and spun until they swirled away entirely.

He clung to the scraps of memories he had left…like the one where he thought he could smell cilantro.

—The flash, flash, flash of a knife in a worn hand, chopping the greens—

They took that too. They took it all and left his mind squeaky clean and empty.

Now he had his own flashing knife. It went in and out of throats, as he had been trained. He went skulking and crawling, like he’d been trained.

He imagined if you put a marble in his head, he’d be able to hear it rattling. Around and around and around.

Mind-empty, ready to do whatever he was told.

But that didn’t stop him looking for soup where he wasn’t supposed to.

Funny, where he found it. It was under the corpse’s skin— tomato soup, scarlet and golden with olive oil— spilling out of the corpse’s slit throat.

Couldn’t eat for a long time after that.

—Stop thinking stop thinking—

It was splashed on the walls. Mushroom soup, grey and creamy. A handprint smeared here and there, left behind on the concrete.

And that brought static. They didn’t like it when he thought about his life Before. Stop thinking stop thinking stop thinking—

The numbers on his wrist were his life now. No soup, just blood and screaming and static.

***

They called him, affectionately, T15.

“Twist.” said one of Them. “I’m going to call him Twist. Because of how he used to talk about soup in the beginning.”

“Shut up,” said another.

“You know, like Oliver Twist.”

The buzz of electricity. Snap. Static in his head. “Don’t look at us like that.”

“Sorry.”

“It’s T15. Not Twist. Stop trying to humanize him.”

Twist, said a voice beneath the static.

[years-of-minecraft]

Hey Chat, I’ve got your silly little clock game right here

Cw Blood

Isnt he just the CUTEST <3

[taskforcedistortion]

⏳arianna

[A glimpse into the past... would you like to look?]

//WARNING FOR! Violence, implied assault, implied death and murder, implied drugging. Ask to tag if I missed anything

[Dark... the dark streets of Viridian, dangerous to those without someone to protect you... or look out for you.

The screams of a woman can be heard down a alleyway, begging for someone to stop, get away, stop touching her.

The view of the alley's entrance is blocked only for a second, as someone who is large and in dark clothing runs down it, the shouting of the two men replaces the shouts of the woman, then... a Nidoking walks over to the entrance of the alley.

One man sounds fearful, while the other sounds enraged. A smaller man runs from the alley, but not before getting hit hard in the back as he passes the large Poison type, the Nidoking snarling and chasing the man as he screams in fear, similar words that the woman said spilling from him... how ironic.

After a few moments, the large man slowly walks out of the alley, carrying a crying woman on his back with a worried expression.

Arianna, a younger version of her, bruised and battered with torn clothing and smeared makeup... she seems drunk, swaying while even on the man's back.

Actually... looking at the man, it seems to be Giovanni...

Giovanni walks away from the alley with Arianna still on his back, his Nidoking soon following with blood splattered on his claws and side.]

[crypticdesire]

cw: possessive behavior, manipulation, implied murder, suggestive, minor mentions of gore

i adore and thirst over yandere!monsters but i also love the idea of yandere!human x monster.

a human who encounters a monster they should be terrified of but finds themselves filled with intrigue instead. when the monster spares them for whatever reason the human burns with curiosity, restless until they can find out more about the alluring creature.

more encounters leads to some sort of undefined relationship, but the monster must like them right? see them as special in some way, which stops them from harming the human and instead allows the human to get to closer. to give the human the opportunity to understand them on a deeper level.

the human becomes convinced that they are the only person capable of understanding the monster and looking beyond their appearance. they know the monster needs them as someone who is unafraid of the intimacy that grows between them. that encourages them to reveal every grotesque part of them. to allow the monster to have emotions they didn’t think they were capable of. 

their love for the human is surely evident in the way they protect the human from any living or natural dangers they encounter. dangers that seem to occur more frequently after the human meets the monster.

they can’t help but feel a pang of envy if they hear someone else has seen their monster too. and they absolutely can not allow anyone to have a growing curiosity that leads them to seek out the monster again. their only choice is to plant rumors around town of all the gruesome things the monster has done. how many innocent people have fallen as their prey. the indiscrimination of their cruelty. they need everyone to be terrified so they stay away. and if these rumors need something to substantiate them, then maybe there needs to be some mutilated bodies found to ensure everyone takes extra precautions to be safe.

maybe they should feel guilty for painting a very dark image in everyone’s mind of their monster, but in the end it’s for the monster’s benefit. no one is truly capable of understanding them so it’s better to spare the monster the hurt of someone running away when they’ve seen too much.  

the human will never betray them like that. not only do they see them for who they truly are, but they make the effort to find out how to fulfill their every pleasure. they convince the monster there’s no need to hold back, no need to restrain themselves in fear of hurting the fragile human. the human wants to see and experience every part of them even if it eats away at parts of themselves, turns them into something unrecognizable.

and of course there’s always the chance that the monster is toying with them, viewing the human as nothing but entertaining prey from the very beginning. they’re so desperate to be someone special to the monster that they’ll take whatever consequences come with that role. even if it means sacrificing themselves to fulfill the monster’s desires. why wouldn’t they when the monster convinces them their feelings for the human are so great that they can’t control their primal urges. that tearing into their flesh is the most intimate thing they could do, proving their closeness can compare to no other bond. 

the human’s obsession consumes them until they themselves are consumed

[trappedfanzine]

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Every fic in Trapped features an accompanying illustration, and @herminiabrody drew an amazing artwork for one of the zine's Qiye fics! Check out the zine to see it:

[doughie-omori]

Or should I say... up?

[theyashirocommission]

"I CANT TELL ANYONE ABOUT MY SECRET FLOWER GARDEN"

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Ft. Austin Loi, except, perhaps just a little more insane than usual.

[skybristle]

rbs > likes

sundae. God. Sundae. eats my own arm off /pos