#i love this game thank you gatobob

[minkkyu]

real quick ref of my TPOF oc

[zombeebunnie]

Hi, I'm new here for your game and I love your art style it reminded me of Gatobob's art style. Btw, does Noah have a voiceover yet? If not, can you tell me what he sounds like? I'm curious if he sounds like a baritone or bass voice. I wonder if he sounds like Markiplier that deep or not. 😳😂

Btw Happy Valentine's Day! Keep it up and I support you til the end! 💝

And I didn't know that Noah is a Yandere until when I saw your blogs tagged him as a Yandere. 😅

Is it ok if I have more questions to ask you through the asking box on your webpage?

Thank you so much for reading my question tho~ Appreciate it! 🩷🩵

Welcome welcome and thank you so much! He does have a canon voice over right here but since I already answered this in another ask, here's a @Manlybadasshero version that's just for fun since his voice is very close as well! :]

As for @Markiplier, if you can hear his voice as Noah's that's okay too if it helps with immersive play! Also, happy belated Valentine's Day and thanks for the support as well! :,]

And he is although, I would say I've developed a different take on it through my writing and progress within the script so it's no longer the same ideas from the March 2023 demo and some old scenes/screenshots from old game development posts are no longer canon.

It's completely okay to ask questions through my ask box here and no problem! :]

[arilynn170]

November 12th, 2024

(I'm at a football game I was having a good time until I saw my father and sister it started to break me down I decided to go up to them and they ignore me I felt left out I walk around the everywhere while fake smiling holding tears back I see Ren and his new friend Darren)

Ren: Ari! Are you ok...? You sad... (Getting worried about her)

(I began to sob when he said "Are you ok?")

Me: Y-yes....

Ren: No your not... Wanna talk about it?

Me: Yeah... (Crying)

Ren: Come here give me a hug

(I hug him as I cry)

Ren: Shhh... I'm here for you.. wanna talk about it in private?

Me: Y-yes

Ren: Ok come with me

(He took me next to the bathroom)

Ren: Shh... It's ok... Let it out... What made you down and made you cry...?

Me: Them... (Point at my father and sister)

Ren: Who are they, dearest?

Me: M-my father and half sister... They ignore me and made me feel like a ghost... (Cries)

Ren: You know, there nothing better. Your beautiful, sweet, caring and cheerful (cup her cheek) and nobody can't beat that... She ain't like and him that's his own loss plus you have your mother and your brothers and your friends (hugs her)

(Smiles at him)

Ren: Look e' here there's that beautiful smile ... Um... Can I... Confess something to you...?

Me: Yes?

Ren: I- I'm in love with you... I know we know each other a year and I don't want to be friends... I want to be your everything... You changed me made me better than ever (smiles at her) I love you so much Ari... And another thing I wanted to confess I killed your boyfriend Brandon

(My eyes gone wide)

Me: Why....? Why would you kill him? (Giggles) Sorry... But thank you.. I love you too Renny

Ren: I couldn't see you being hurt and sad because a fucker like him, I can treat you better than he can... I would never EVER land a hand on you... (Kiss her cheek)

(I smiled at him and then kisses his lips he then picked me up off my feet)

Ren: Let's go somewhere to eat I can buy it for you

Me: Thanks I always liked you Ren

Ren: Your such a sweet girl, what you want me to buy you?

Me: Dr pepper, a pickle and a Popsicle

Ren: Ok (put her down and grab her hand and hold it)

(We went to get food and go back to our friends and continue to watch the home football game)

(I was laying on Ren's shoulder and continue watching the game)

Darren: Welcome back, is she ok?

Ren: Yeah it was family issues but I helped her and I got her food

Darren: Nice, the football game is about to end

(Ren started think about murdering Ariana's Dad and sister, he started to smile but he had other things to do)

Ren: Ari dear?

Me: Yes?

Ren: Want me to take you home?

Me: Oh I have a ride my teacher took me here and she's taking me home

Ren: Oh ok I didn't know (Kisses her scalp) your so pretty...

(After the game end me and Ren gave a long kiss before I went home)

I got bored so I made this short fan story

(Ren Hana belongs to Gatobob)

[bunnyboysrus]

I’ve been in the same boat: The Ren route dlc is actually the only one I’ve seen played out in full, and honestly, I don’t even care to watch the others because I know they won’t be able to compare. I even downloaded Patreon so I could watch the explicit parts of his route, which is something I’ve never done before for any creator/game/media.

I’ve also been searching AO3 but everything that has come up is either a wip or it feels way too ooc for me to get into it. There’s not a lot to choose from because the dlc came out just a few months ago.

No other character has had this much of a chokehold on me. I’ve been tempted to go watch through Ren’s routes in BTD and BTD2 to get a better grasp on his character, as well as rewatching a playthrough of the dlc for TPOF. I’m not even on ao3 but damn, im tempted to do all my research to write Ren x GN Reader fics, some personal Ren x myself, and even a fic of the events from the TPOF dlc from Ren’s POV

The Ren Hana brainrot is real and I have it. Thank you Gatobob

thank you gatobob fr. just to let you know, ren doesn't have his own route in the first BTD, he's a side character in someone else's, and his route in BTD2 is hidden within someone else's route, so there's a little trick to getting that, but there are good guides online for that. the way you described it sounds like you'd rather watch a playthrough rather than play it yourself, but in case you did want to play it ^

i love BTD as a whole so i do recommend playing the other games and routes in their entirety as well just to get a sense for the world lore cause many characters end up knowing each other in ways that intrigued the hell out of me. like, sano... sano has bitches.

and i also recommend looking out for the new game gatobob is currently working on, You Kill Me Every Time, from what I can tell it's going to be mostly about, if not entirely about, Strade and Ren, which I'm very very excited for.

if i ever do get around to writing a ren fic, ill tag you dear anon, and hope that it meets your standards

[untilxd3ath]

✖ — rules & intro! ⋆.˚⟡ ࣪ ˖

//hi everyone!! i've finally come around to making a tumblr blog dedicated to one of my favorite pieces of media, boyfriend to death! :D

first and foremost, obviously none of the characters nor art (unless specified) belongs to me. rightfully, they belong to Gatobob.

i'm definitely not new to roleplaying, however i am somewhat new to roleplaying on tumblr...how i never really roleplayed on here in my 10+ years of writing is beyond me LMFAO

that being said, i'd like to write out just a few of my personal rules/boundaries as well as some info about the muse just to put it out there! :-)

✖ —

☒ my name is link, however i'm 100% fine with being referred to as the character i'm playing -- in this case, it's ren! my pronouns are they/he. i am a neurodivergent 23 y/o writer, there will be 21+ themes ahead! violence, n*fw, taboo/dark/triggering topics are welcomed and encouraged!

☒ such topics involved in writing/the BTD games are NOT supported in real life, period. i do not condone, support or encourage ANY such interactions. everything written is PURELY fictional with no coorelation to real-life beliefs whatsoever.

☒ MDNI. THIS IS NOT NEGOTIABLE.

☒ preferably, i like to write 2-4+ paragraphs in third person. literate writers preferred as well! in character banter/chatting/light roleplay (aka, using asteriks or something similar) is welcomed in a more silly/fun manner. i'm also open to simple, few-sentence roleplays in a more casual manner.

☒ absolutely discord friendly, however i would prefer some chatting on tumblr first!

☒ i am open to planning out a story or just winging it - i'm rather easygoing for the most part!! :D

✖ —

i will add to my rule list as necessary, however those are the main ones that i really would wish to be respected :-)

i'm definitely looking more for those who wish to play canon characters. i would also enjoy any other of gato's characters from any of the games!

if anyone is interested in being a strade or other BTD/BTD2/TPOF characters, and is open to group roleplays...well, i also have a lawrence that would be interested as well! please, PLEASE don't hesitate to ask if you could join!! while ren and lawrence are taken, we would LOVE to start a fun group chat via discord or something where we can just write and be silly and have fun!!!

✖ —

for now, that is about it. i really appreciate those who have read this! don't hesitate to shoot me a message if you are wishing for a fun roleplay! i love to recieve new messages, my inbox is always open.

i hope to chat soon! thanks for visiting my blog! :D

[ihatepeoplesomuchuwu]

I just came back after not being on tumblr for a while, and I was so shocked to find everything of CK’s deleted. (TY for you explanation posts, I have a good gist of what happened now). Anyways, after scrolling a bit I saw some people are trying to cancel gatobob now? What does she have to do with any of this? Also, do you know if there’s any news of CK coming back or continuing the game? I checked twt and everything seems to be deleted off the game page. Idk if the bio has not been updated, but it still says the game will be coming soon.

I am so sorry that you had to come back only to find Tom was gone, Anon T-T (Also I'm so glad my posts have helped ^^ Gotta also thank thenother lovely anons/people for helping me as well because they also filled me in on stuff 🤣)

But besides that, As far as I am aware, Gatobob is getting hate because they were friends with Tom and were like us, didn't agree with the disagreeing side. They said this on Discord, apparently?? I might have to dig some more, but that is as far as I know. In my opinion.... It's so stupid to try to cancel gatobob over this. People got mad at others being silent about the situation, but the moment gatobob speaks and is not on your side It's an immediate cancel? That's soooooooo fucking cool!!! 😑

If anyone knows more about the gatobob situation, please tell us! I may not have played their game or followed them, but I do know that they are an amazing creator, and they do not deserve to be hated on just because of not being on a certain side.

On the subject of the game.... I am not sure. The demo is still out, but as far as I know, there are no updates on if the game will be continued or if it will just stay a demo. 😔 Honestly, I can't blame Tom, but I do hope he continues drawing, not just for us but for him because he was very talented.

(I wish I could be more helpful anon TwT but thank you for stopping by and leaving an ask!! I hope my page can continue to help you with what's going on.... sometimes I even need help-

ANYWAY HERE YOU GO ✨️👑✨️)

[yandere-sins]

hello i have a new yandere game to suggest you/dark romance! its called courtin' cowboys and its made by someone whos friends with gatobob/influenced by them! theres a couple "normal" routes and then some dark routes and oh boy i love those cowboys

Oooh! Interesting :D

Cowboy’s are such a popular trope, it’s surprising no one combined these two before. 🤔 All the better you suggested it! Thank you for the rec ^-^

U la la! Well, honestly, I’m just thankful that people go through the trouble to translate it at all :D I am curious to see how the stalker gets out yandere’d since we talked about something like that before >:3 Thank youuu!!

[apocalypse0223]

draw a naughty Derek😽I like him sooo much!thanks the game!love you mommy!!!

Derek belongs to @gatobob and final is my own MC settings😈 ☠🔞

[banjjakz]

final girl my beloved 🕷❤️‍🩹 loved everything about it, the character descriptions, the reader who's... different let's say, the manipulation and mind games, the brutality of it all (g*to ref), the whole structure and the way it was set up - so wrong and yet so 🩶 ahh <3 like a good mix of rejet (BWS bad endings maybe?) and dare I say gatobob,,, I've got so many things to say / ask about it but I just wanted to say thank you I'm going to think about it till I die rip (by toji's hands hopefully but I'm being delulu about it).

ahhhh!!!! scream!!!!! yayyyyyyyyyy ^-^

hehe, thank you for noticing reader's off-kilter countenance. that's definitely a super relevant plot point that i tried to be subtle about in earlier routes, but now that we are hurtling towards the more plot-heavy secret endings and hidden content, the truth will start to leak out. she's not normal and that's why all of this is happening!

gato-bob? reject (BWS)? these titles are unfamiliar to me, please elaborate anon :o

hehe it's interesting you mention dying by toji's hand... a little ironic given the content of the next few upcoming updates.

thank you for reading & supporting this silly little passion project!!!! it's feedback like this that makes me almost feel alive a little bit like a regular human being

kith kith kith

[stalkerold]

Hi! Can I request Drsgon and Komodo (poly) x female reader? Reader is small, calm, can be irked easily and is dry and sometimes mean with other people, but with the loves of her life, she's nice, soft and loves to spoil them with her cooking and with little gifts. She works at her restaurant and sometimes, they help her by being waiters. The customers know that they shouldn't try to flirt with them, or they'll taste reader's murdering glare.

Thanks!

omg this is so cute!! I can try my hardest :D - these two are literally SO happy when you asked them to help out at the restaurant!!! - they were definitely a little hesitant at first, after all they wouldn't want to make a fool of themselves and they'd never worked in an area like this before :c - but you made them feel SO welcomed!! - they picked it up really fast and they're so happy to be working alongside you <3 - Dragon is a little intimidated by that glare of yours, but Komodo loves it! Especially when its in the direction of someone who was flirting with any of you. - They both secretly love being spoiled, and will eat literally anything you give them! - But Dragon avoids dairy foods, he's lactose intolerant </3 - You have made several dishes specifically for him, so he can enjoy the food at your restaurant too! - They love how small you are compared to them both! You fit perfectly between them snuggled up late at night. This probably wasn't that good but it was really fun to do!! Thank you for these two I love them so much ahah (Komodo and Dragon are from The Price of Flesh, an 18+ game by @gatobob !)

[sp00nsy]

I'll definitely be making nicer art than this for this BANGER ASS GAME (+18)

Thank you, @gatobob for these garbage people bc I love them all wjdjfkd

- (Also, I thought the Tiktok audio Derek has as a dialogue bubble would fit him LMAO)

- Plus, that Mason is today's warm up doodle ✌🏽

[pxppet]

Some BTD related sketch requests from a server I'm in! They're all lovely people and I loved drawing for them.

Nikolai @bloodredrosevampire

Vincent fictive @feast-upon-me

Lawrence with a rabbit for a misc member.

Ren & an OC for @quilny

Ren & Lawrence belong to @gatobob!

BTD is an 18+ ADULT ONLY game, so if you are a minor don't interact with this particular post. Do not tag these as 'kin/me' since they were requests, thank you!

[derekgoffard]

is the price of flesh really good? i'm super bad at games with survival aspects, so i know it's going to take me,,, a few more tries than it should.

Hello! Thank you for this ask!!! (・∀・)

Perhaps I am a weeee bit bais about tpof but I really think it's a fantastic and worth while game!! ESPECIALLY If you liked gatobob's previous works!! The art, routes, and characters all have that iconic gatobob charm that we all know and love 🙏🙏💪, tpof is also QUITE long compared to btd/btd2 so there's a whole lot to dig into! ( Even after 80 hours in the game I still find new dialogue in memelord mode TO THIS DAY LOLLL!!!😭😭 )

That being said, It is different from btd and btd2 gameplay wise! there is also a pretty significant difficulty spike in tpof compared to btd/btd2, especially if you wanna try to beat the game without a guide!

I really do recommend tpof! It is more challenging than btd/btd2 and the new mechanics may take a bit to understand but I do 1000% think it's a worthwhile and rewarding experience! If it looks like the kind of game you may like that is!!

[bloodpenned]

HOLY COW I LOVE LISA THE PAINFUL. I gotta say, my favorite porn blog is the last place I ever thought I'd find a mention of my favorite sfw game ever 😂 And speaking of games, I think you mentioned a while ago you've read Rotpeach's BTD fics? What are your thoughts on those characters? I feel like Ren is the type of character you'd like 👀

Lisa the Painful is so fucked up I'd hesitate calling it SFW even though it has no porn TT and YOUR FAVE PORN BLOG.... anon i'm so flattered <3333 thank you so much!!!

I REALLY REALLY REALLY LOVE GATOBOB'S BTD / BTD 2 CHARACTERS <3 honestly it's soooo hard for me to pick a favourite out of them but you'd probably be right about it being ren. ren is so adorable i love that he can fuck you up but also you can fuck HIM up depending on your choices alkjsdflksjdf and he's a fox boy AND reisdent animu lover??!!?? <3333 strade is just. strade. lawrence is very interesting to me because i didn't expect to like him and then i did. his line about liking flowers cuz they're dependent on him really stuck with me lmao

honestly idk why i don't write for btd i just figured ppl wouldn't be THAT interested in smth like that but. might be wrong. ive said it before and ill say it again that i enjoy writing gore lol

[1800b10h4z4rd]

Massive Chunk Of Text

This was the first chunk of A Stupid Game of Cat and Mouse, but due to me wanting to revamp it cause I haven’t touched it in like a month or so- Im dumping it here until I can fix it. This was also written before beta testing, so derek might be off at some instances

Heres this big boy- And of course Derek belongs to the Lovely @gatobob

Word Count: 5,115

Warnings: Mention of Vomit, General Violence, Dub/Non Con touching, racism, Unfinished third chapter

Wolf In Sheep’s Clothing

Out of everyone my father found, a duo was hired. A violinist, and a pianist. Both women, one fairly tall resting at about six feet tall in her heels, and the other just barely reaching my chin in her own set of heels. Both with rough personalities whilst practicing, now donned a professional feel. Something sat uncomfortably in my stomach watching them finagle, almost surviving the world that this gala presented. Almost like they fit in, aside from the shorter one’s clothing.

She was enrobed in eerily familiar counterfeit fancy pinstripe fabric, a tight button up, Which made her breasts stand out fantastically, along with the small pattern on her bra standing out; her boots decorated with bullets. Her counterpart fit in much better, though not by much. The long drapes of obsidian cloth set an ominous vibe, like it was a threat to peek at the skin poking through from the hips down. However, the drapes of fabric made a nice fountain from her waist, and the gold decorating her from the hips up made for a nice centerpiece. They fit like an appetizer to a meal.

Though my father spoke highly of them, it honestly went in one ear and out the other. Boasting about what, or who he bought wasn’t my interest let alone the amount of bodies that swarmed them like flies. The anger that boiled in my throat of the imposters sitting in the crowd became mind numbing. I’m flabbergasted no one has spilt their drink on them for how horrendously they’re faking. But it might just be because I saw them beforehand. 

Maybe absinthe is the cure, no. Too obvious. Though they’re careless enough to try it. The thoughts rummage through my brain, along with the buzz from the cocktails the servers were dishing out. The feeling that came from the base of my skull, from looking, or well eye fucking, the one in in the black dress, settled in my stomach. Almost nausea but with the ache of touch. The mark of flesh, the urge to go berserk amongst people. Something I must always hide in the public eye. My eyes twitched, and that when a body pushed closer to me.

“Are you alright, Derek?” A woman named (who the fuck honestly cares?) asked with sincerity dripping from her voice. It pissed me off, but I only smiled, slipping on my mask once again.

“I’m dandy, though it’s quite dreary here, no?” I faked sorrow. She simply nods before adding:

“Yes, all the people just fawning over the performers are boring.” Thank god she at least faked that she hated it too. Or maybe it’s jealousy over the women, or she’s being honest. Pfft, don’t make me laugh, either way she gripped my hand daintly and led me through the halls to the pool. The yellow light danced with the small shallow waves among the water. Almost at peace with the dark side, but the scene was ruined by feet skimming the water.

“This place is so nice at night. I enjoy that my father installed it here.” Her voice grates on my nerves, and of course her dad is the host. Why did my father buy performers for someone else, Ah fuck it- It doesn’t matter. I just have to get this migraine off of me. I slink next to the woman, leaning in close.

“It’s very nice,” I choke down the disgust and the thought of shoving her into the pool, letting the air bubbles stop rising. “But you know what would be nicer?” I lean in close, a smirk I mentally replace with a sneer at the thought of her choking on her own sobs. 

“Are you fucking kidding ME?” I jerked to a stiff still moment, as if someone stopped a video of me falling into the pool. A snicker deeper in tone responded. The woman a breath away from me slinks away back into the building before I could stop her. 

“He deserved it.”

“Might I remind you,” Her voice, deeper and more sultry than earlier when she was practicing, lowered to a hush, “ We’re getting paid to be here.” She inhales as if she’s holding back pushing the raven off the balcony she now sat upon, like it was a shittily made throne. “Don’t make this a regret.” The raven woman, now donning a hyena persona, sneered at that comment.

“Neo, I already regret this.” Slinking away to hear the conversation better, but making it harder to catch me. “Not only do I hate fancy parties, the bastards here are obscenely uptight.” A groan echoed around the empty pool. 

Though I was out a quick fuck, this was far more interesting. “The only reason you hate these parties is because of Dio.” Dio. Dio. Dio… Why does the name sound familiar? I’ll have to look at my father’s files again later tonight.

“She has nothing to do with this.” Ouch, that must have stung. My face jerks into a sneer, I’m enjoying this show too much.

“Whatever, Hide here for the rest of the night.” Heels click into the distance, assumingly inside. I’m about to pull away from my hiding spot until I notice the hyena still nested atop the railing. She catches my eye, staring almost into my soul.

“Come on out, you don’t hide super well.” Her accent is thick, almost southern but softer, like it became relearned. I slide out, almost ashamed. “Don't act like that. You enjoyed that show.” She sneered, and my face fell. “Whatcha doin’ out here? Someone like you would be inside smoozin’ the women.” That shit eating grin accelerated my migraine, if it wasn’t for the dress showing off her only asset I would just walk away. 

“Well you just scared the woman I was ‘smoozin’.’” The sneer on her face said enough that the laugh was over kill. 

“Well, I guess I’m sorry you couldn’t get your dick wet.” Her eyes peering over her arms added ‘loser’ though it could just be her holding herself up. The drunken sway of her hips couldn’t be hidden even if she could pass for the most part as sober.

“Are you always mean when you’re drunk?” She almost doubled over, but the railing stopped her.

“No, I just hate you people.” I could tell that.

“Mhmm?” I stepped closer, well as close as I could. She eyed me from the balcony. Like she was thinking, If she could. Then liquid hit my forehead, trickling down my face. Sweet gasoline, the shit passed around the party. How could I forget? She had a cocktail in her hand this entire talk. A misstep on my part. And it only pissed me off more, “What the fuck?!” My voice booming with the echo hitting the stone of the pool. Her face smirked, the alcohol definitely hitting her now.

“I enjoy it when dickheads like you get put in their place.” There's a glint in her eyes, either from the pool or of her own hatred. Something I knew well, despise but interest in seeing something break. The migraine changed to a spark, not near my thighs but closer to my heart. A common interest, but not in the types of people. But in breaking something. My mask might as well have cracked, or fallen off. Her sneer reflected on my face.

“And what if I put you in your place?”

“Im oh so scared,” She cooed, “You’ll have to catch me first, asshole.” She turned to disappear into the crowd. My heart leaped into my throat, before dropping to my ass. How would I go about this without raising suspicion from my father?

My feet had already moved before I could figure it out. The crowds thickened the farther I followed her. Of course she settled next to my own father. That bitch. Nestling next to her and that smoozy bastard was the other woman who just screamed at her. Then I noticed it.

That aching uncomfortable undertone. Scanning around the fairly tall woman, I noticed a hand that wasn’t either of the pairs… but my own father’s. Ew. I didn’t know she was into manthers, or at least that’s the appearance it gave. If it wasn’t for the twitch her shorter half had in her brow, I would have kept that thought. And then immediately killed myself with the gross thoughts of her slipping into my dad’s bed.

Choking back a gag, and slipping the mask back in, I slinked into the chattering mass of people. ‘You're performance was so great!’ ‘I loved that cover I don’t give a fuck-’ ‘Youre so talented on the piano!’ I could come up with better complements without trying. Settling right next to the pair, or well triples, with a shitty fancy beverage.

“Ah Derek,” my father says, all without the dripping hate that I might, fuck that, I will take his side piece for the night. “What did you think of their performance?” My hand on the hyena’s shoulder seemed to be a relief to her, which to be fair- I don’t blame her. A dude in his fifties is gross enough.

“It was lovely,” I pause. I didn’t hear a single fucking note they played. “I would love to hear you play again. Personally.” the woman, who resembled a chihuahua to me, stiffened. She may have bullets on her shoes, but she is no match. 

“Ah, but we don’t do personal performances.” The hyena hissed back, almost playfully past the appearances. I grip slightly, the flesh under is soft, sighing.

“Too bad, I would love to hear it across our walls.” No, I wouldn’t. The stupid shit my dad plays in our ‘living room,’ more like lobby, already gives me a migraine. She slightly beams.

“Come to our bar,” She mocking me, I can see it in her eyes, “Then you can hear more.”

“Why not just a night visit?” his voice shuts everything down. Them staying the night is almost final, and if it’s not their business will be fucked. “Just one measly night, just so my son can hear you play.” She has a face that I would smear in the dirt, like she didn’t know I was his son. Or she didn’t fucking care enough to pay attention. 

“I didn’t know you two were related!” Practically everyone around us facepalms mentally even the chihuahua next to me. She spooked me by grabbing my arm. “That makes a lot more sense.” The shine in her eyes whispered behind the scenes, ‘You two are both greedy bastards.’ My smile slips.

“Would you like some food?” My dad’s assistant chimes in. My grip relaxes too much. Did I show her how much she got under my skin? Doesn’t fucking matter. Everyone snatches something more like a snack off of a plate except the hyena. Did she eat beforehand? No she didn’t. It doesn’t fucking matter. Nothing does except snatching the prize from my dad.

She will end up in my bed and not his.

The night dies down, and everytime my father pushes them to spend the night, the more they push back. It went from ‘I didn’t hear you,’ to “Not fuckin’ interested.” Direct quote from that god damned chihuahua. At some point I’m left alone with her, as the hyena is whisked away by my dad. God damn it. She doesn’t seem too stoked about it either.

“He is gonna bite the hand that feeds him.” I barely hear over the clatter or drinks and soft murmurs.

“Huh?” I turn, her face is grave, almost a threat.

“Dropped the rich boy aesthetic, huh?” My face must have not answered her. “The ‘I’m so prim and proper!’ facade?” My face dropped.

“Look this night is fucking boring, and you’re not helping.”

“Ah, boo-”

“FIRE!” Silence shattered across the masses, before everyone and their mother ran over. The hyena was more frustrated than worried as she scampered over the floor to us. However there was in fact a fire, nestling in the foye. The back of my father was startled, then nestled like the fire. Rage.

“Are you okay?” The conversation was within earshot, thankfully the fire didn’t ramp up my nerves to where I couldn’t hear anything but my own heart beat.

“Not coming back. Ever. got it.” 

“Got it.” I could hear her sly grin. Nothing was going to go our way tonight.

Rage settled into my blood. I’m getting a fun night tonight whether I have to fight for it or not. Though usually the anarchy of a fire would bump me up enough to thrive in it, but the thought of my prize walking out the front door set a nerve on fire. When I turned around they had disappeared before my eyes. Just another face in the crowd of people.

Hyena’s Lair

    I sighed, the night was finally starting. Music blaring, and with Arsenic’s blessing, all will be well. I burrowed into my chair, my hair a mess and feeling at home with the blaring crowd of ripped clothes and skinny jeans.

    “Having fun, Kupenda?” Chaser nuzzled into my neck. My knee jerk reaction of laughing had him smirk into my neck.

    “I’m fine, Just tired.” I playfully push him away. His toothy grin, makes the stage feel at home. His husky chuckle makes my heart fill with joy. My happiness is spoiled with memories of last week. I slinch back in the chair I was draped over. Gross. Gross. Gross. GROSS. 

    Trying to shake off the invasive touching, horrendous remarks and over all mistakes that night was, Chaser makes me come crashing to the present with a gentle touch. Soft enough that normally I wouldn’t notice.

    “Maybe I should get Nyota?” His hushed voice sends me over the edge. Him leaving would wreck me all over again. It would shoot me in the heart to have to see him march into the darkness. I almost death grabbed his wrist, but even if I did he could take it. It’s a silent command but he answers it anyways, moving my legs to nestle up next to me. Comfort soothes all wounds as they say.

    Lizzo almost struts onto stage to say something but halts. Her face is drenched in confusion and worry, before her voice echoes off the walls.

    “Hey, hey, hey!” She feigns her stability, but something is about to make her bounce off the walls. “How are y’all tonight?” Echoes of cheering and bodies bouncing in response. Then is when I see it, a stark still unmoving jacket amongst the crowd, donned with blonde hair and all. And the night hits me all over again.

    “Kupenda?” Absko, no chaser snaps me out of it. White knuckles enwrap his arm, and he is completely bewildered like he’s face to face with a snarling bear. I settle back into my chair, withdrawing my hand.

    “Im fine, habari Mpenzi.” I mutter, not looking him in his eyes. He knows I’m lying. 

“Daichi, I’m here. Relax, mpendwa.” His touches soothes my ache for connection. For someone to lean on. “Nothing bad will happen.” Bullshit. No he’s right… My nerves calm for almost a second before Lizzo sharply breathes.

“Who the fuck let him in?” I almost jumped out of the chair, hitting Chaser in the thigh. The crowd must be keeping eyes on us as they laugh in reaction. 

“Jesus fuck, Lizzo. Handing out heart attacks for free are we?” I breathed out hunching over the edge of the couch Arsenic set out for us to rest on stage. The sting of a punch spreads across my shoulder.

“Hell yeah I am, especially when it comes to him.” 

“To who?” Chaser, who hasn’t seen let alone met any of the Goffards, reacts.

“Dickhead in the green jacket.” A vague gesture, and Chaser has already locked down his target.

“Okay, what’s the issue.” His voice grovels low. Hot, but not the time. 

“Sir Dickhead the third,” Chaser has to hold back a sneer, “tried pressuring us into staying last week. And now his bastard son thinks he can swagger in here and not get punched.”

“No fighting customers without cause.” Arsenic's voice made me fall off the couch. That woman could scare the crap out of me without trying.

“JESUS, WOMAN!” I screeched, the scene proving amicable entertainment for the masses. And all I got back was the deadly smile of a woman that could hide my body in plants.

“Sorry, you’re cute when you’re scared.” I groan, basically slamming the back of my head into the stage as I lay down.

I could spot his grin a mile away. A week ago I thought of it as a chase, something to break. Like carving into his fancy car, or ruining his stupid ‘just for business’ girlfriend. Now it felt like a mockery, or worse a nightmare. I pulled myself off the floor, just so I couldn’t look at him.

“Let's scare him.” I utter absentmindedly. Lizzo catches what I’m hinting at, as a sick grin spreads on her face.

“It’s been a while since we played that song.” she dims the lights, as the rancid, too upbeat tone plays. Silence spreads as a disease, as the couch is moved out of the way. My back facing the crowd, my nerves set on fire as the tune plays.

It has been a while, I’m slipping in the beginning of the song, but steadily catch myself and fall in beat. Those who are used to me being a circus monkey are left gasping when the chorus plays and I basically snap backwards in half to look at them. I wouldn’t be able to hear anything as the casuals scream their heads off in approval. Chaser joins me in dancing and singing. My muscles are burning with excitement when we perform this song. I forgot how nice it was to play our wilder songs, to be able to do my wilder dance moments. I can’t spot the stupid blonde, he just blends in with the crowd. At the end I’m facing the back of the stage, sweaty. Gross. I suppress a shudder, I haven’t gone that hard on a performance since before the violin performance. Which was a while ago.

As soon as the lights go out I almost crumble on stage. Comments go from ‘Loving the song’ to worry to “Nice ass.” My nerves set on fire as groups of drunks laugh and join in on the last comment. Chaser is looking behind me, as I collapse into his shoulder. I feel sick to my stomach, something isn’t right. 

“I can’t find him.” He mumbles, mainly to himself.

“Hmm.” I barely choke out before I hit the floor. There’s something wrong. I try to crawl away from the public’s eye, only stopping when a pain I didn’t notice fluttered to my ribs, and up my throat.

“Bror, Er du ok?” I shiver, her voice seems so far away. My eyes flutter to meet hers, and she’s mortified. She struggles to tug me away from the stage, setting me down backstage. All the vip’s look like him, and I must look like a sea creature at an aquarium by the oohing and awing I’m getting. And then it all comes up too fast.

Lizzo ushers them away, as I spit up whatever was causing my hellish stomach ache. Black oozing from my mouth, like black ribbons of spit. I only had one drink tonight, what the hell? It couldn’t be anything I ate-

“Sexy.” I cough in his taunting response, too tired to give an actual response. “I didn’t think you would keel over so fast,” my face hits the floor, and consequently the pile of bile. I would throw a bitch fit and try and shove his face in it, but I’m tired as my body heals what ever the fuck was wrong with me. “To think you would drink that!~” He cooes leaning in. “Come on, say something.” Only then does the nerve settle back on fire. I struggle to get up with his boot pinning me down, did he always wear these. No he didn’t look like that. He had a sleek, grossly rich overtone, now he was rugged. Matching with everyone else here. His boot grinds deeper into my face, most likely leaving a mark.

“Fuck you.” He chuckled, kicking my ribs. I would be in pain, but the relief of not being smushed into my own corrosive vomit was a relief. When I sat up, he mocked a gag looking at my face. I bet I didn’t look pretty, at worst my face was melting off. “Did you have to pick poison?” He pauses, like he was insulted by his shitty girlfriends. However, it didn’t falter into anger, he just froze. I sneered, yanking him onto his back. “Hey what’s your name you corporate bastard?” He looked like he was about to start furiously crying. “What wrong, cat got your tongue.” I leaned in, leaving only space for a breath to be shared between us. 

“Derek,” His voice groveled through gritted teeth. His anger rose, when I purred back at his response.

“Such a pretty name, for such an asshole.”

“Oi, Dai-” Lizzo stopped when she saw us. She could barely hold back her laughter. Derek pushes against me, which doesn’t work. Even if he used all his force, I wouldn’t move as Lizzo has all my attention. “Good god, Dai. He looks like a bird under a lion! Let him go-” My eyes fall back to the man under me, struggling heavily. All of my force, which was stronger than I expected, and probably hurt him (But honestly the asshole deserved it,) was on his arms. He was lightly pushing me off with his hands, but his legs were thrashing under me. Trying to throw me off with his hips, which wasn’t doing anything except giving me an unsettling edge. His movements slowed, like he was waiting for a chance to throw me off and sprint. “Dai-” I sigh, standing up, before he can scuttle away like the cockroaches, I set my foot on his chest. 

“Leave and never come back. We don’t sell to pigs.” There's an edge to my voice. A threat. One that I plan to keep. He shuffles off the stage, into the darkness. I hope to god I don’t see his face again.

May God Have Mercy

    Notes spiraled around me, like the study was hit by a tornado. But I found it. Dio Andilet, head of Despair & Co. Boring, Boring, Boring. Good god, is this useless. But, that? A contact number rested at the bottom. Company and personal. First off gross, second off what the fuck does my father need a personal number. Though she looked like any other woman at my dad’s parties, there's no way she would be a ‘new’ model for my dad. She’s too, too, odd. At least from what I’ve read. An itch hit the base of my skull, the want- no need for a cat fight. I sneer at the idea of two women fighting at a party.

Walking down the long halls, only one thought rattles my brain. Anarchy. The noise of my heels clicking against the marble floor matched my racing heartbeat. Though something closer to ripping throats, and fucking the brains out of someone would be better, but that trip is months away. So a good cat fight would suffice for now. My blood was pumping, this seemed to be a perfect way to get them to meet. 

“Father?” He just waves my way, busy looking at something else. It’s only when I don’t move, and he looks at me that I realize he’s on the phone.

“Well I’d love to visit your home!” A feminine voice rings out from the call. All too enthusiastic to go here. Why? The high rise ceilings, floor to ceiling windows and marble floors would only impress commoners. “We could set up a time for me to come over,” Who? I mouth, only to receive a glare. He flicks his hand away, dismissing me again. “And of course there must be entertainment.” I set in closer.

“We could invite the pianist and violinist again.” I butt in. It wasn’t my place, but the room filled with a snide greed. Like I just handed them the lottery ticket.

“A violinist?” The woman cooed on the phone. “Ah, I just love the violin.” My father looked pleased with me. Of course, A chance to snag back his prize and impress a ‘higher up’ as he called them. It was just an asskissing comment, to make them feel better about themselves. 

“Well, when would you like to meet?” She paused at my dad’s comment. 

“How about this weekend?” Her voice goes sharp. There's no point in arguing. She had made up her mind, and my father was in no position to fight folding to her whim.

“Deal, I'll call the performers right away.” She hummed, and the call ended. My father dialed up another number, a couple of rings and the call was answered.

“Hello, how can I-” There's a pause. I can’t tell who it is right off the bat. “Will you stop that?” The sharp tone clued me to believe it was the chihuahua. There's murmurs about something about vapes. And then a failed cover up to being told to go outside. “I’m sorry, What can I help you with?” She sounded exhausted.

“May I hire you to perform at an event this weekend.” She hissed back.

“That’s close.” It's two days, Not close at all. “We might be able to get enough songs, but We’ll need more people than me and Daichi.” My father’s face grimaced. Which made sense if he had to hire more people, but then it settled in. The other member. He wouldn’t be a fan favorite. Especially to my father. He’d stick out like a sore thumb no matter what he did, or wore. And he definitely wouldn’t be accepted with the dread he wore yesterday. I shudder at the thought of him looking like that at our house.

“I can hire more people for you.” She tsked on the other side of the phone.

“That’s more people we have to teach.” Her voice dropped with an obvious disappointment that he didn’t suggest hiring another one of her members. “Look, I hate to push this but it’s better if Chaser-”

“Chase.” God, even his stage name wasn’t good enough for my dad.

“It would be better if Chase joined us.” She paused, pissed I’m sure. “He can play a mean chello.” My father’s face lightens a bit. Fucking stupid that his favorite instrument swayed his decision. 

“Fine.” He pauses, “Only if he fixes his appearance, and that trashy hair.” He hung up before the small bickering could get louder. He glances up at me. “Congrats, you just impressed Dio.” I could jump with fucking joy right now. In fact it takes all my energy not to. “I’m very pleased.”

“Thank you.” I stutter. Not ‘cause I’m scared of this bastard, just because all the nerves firing made it hard to keep still. Briskly walking out the doors of his office, my pace picked up. A snarl of a smile spread across my face. This is going just as I planned.

The set up of the night was going fantastic. The smooth music, the shitty drinks. Nothing could diminish my glee. Daichi was my main focus, and go god I could tear her out of that outfit right now. Breathe, Derek, Breathe. Dio might do that for you. As soon as the doors opened, my mask was secured on tightly. People almost flooded in, and my eyes were locked in on Dio. However she wasn’t focused on my father at all, but the back of Daichi. She’s using sweet words to lead my father on, grateful for the entertainment we provided. 

The music went sour. Daichi had spotted Dio. Before she could set away and pardon herself, Dio was already on the prowl.

“Oh, Daichi! It’s been a while!” She stuck out her hand knowing he couldn’t take it, but also knowing she couldn’t not take her hand. She was the special guest after all. She took her hand, before her own were engulfed by Dio’s hand. “How’s my brother doing?” Her tone dripped with sarcasm, and groveled to the depths of hell. What the fuck? The name made sense now, why he went by Dai instead of the harsher sounding Daichi. He was left speechless.

“Good. I’ve been… fine, Dio.” The crowd around them was left aghast. I’m surprised anyone called Dio, well Dio, in front of her. He swallowed hard, before locking eyes with me. May God have mercy on us. Is all I could hear with his face.

“Good,” Deep and sultry, before returning to the high pitched tone that I didn’t realize hurt my ears, “Very good! I'm so happy you found a thing. A thing, you like.” her voice grated. She was having a hard time accepting the fact he’s a performer.

Chaser stepped in between them, to stop any ‘merry’ chatting they were doing. The buzz of seeing a cat fight wore off. And it would be more like a dog and a cat fighting than anything else. And my shitty drink wore off. I was more pissed off than anything. A feathery sensation hit my side. I almost jumped out of my skin when I noticed it was a person.

He looked dead inside as he stood next to me. Guess he thought there wouldn’t be an issue if he hung around the host’s family. But good god he looked horrible. Any resemblance of life he had before was gone, and he lightly held onto me like a goddamn puppy that lost its owner. It would have made me sick, but some odd part of me enjoyed the fact he was lost, Destroyed, even. Dio had vanished to fuck knows where, however the shiver of his sleeve shows that even gone she had an effect. 

“Let’s get out of here.” My voice was hushed, not out of concern for the man weakling clinging to my arm. I highly doubt he even heard me, but follows me anyway. A last glance at my father, He wasn’t happy about this situation, let alone me dragging the lead away. 

The large halls seemed like a painting, one that you would walk past, but Dai seemed calmed by it. Of course, He’d be into the stupid enterity of a walk our halls make. 

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▶ LIST PROMPTS BY LETTER ONLY

A. Vaska - © @anger-issue B. Strade - © @gatobob C. Ren - © gatobob D. Rire - © @darqx E. Mateo - © wrenseroticlibrary F. Pyramid Head - Silent Hill G. The Dog H. Avery Stage V - Art by gatobob I. Juniper J. Father Sebastian K. Fusion - Art by angelblood L. Legion - Dead By Daylight M. Rat King - © @dogepauus N. Wilhelm Snow - © @puppy-kitten O. Salvador - © @holdmehurtme P. Theo Paige - © @satansexandnoregrets Q. Dr. Julien Kenseth - © @nightmareslug R. Eddie Gluskin - Outlast

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1. Monster-like features // Excessive blood // Mouth trauma //

2. Medical treatment // Rearranged // Bandages // Sick //

3. Blood Bath // Zombie // Cannibalism // Just like in the movies //

4. Distorted Body / Broken Bone // Light from beneath // Barbed wire //

5. The murder weapon // Hunter becomes hunted // Bones //

6. Backstabbed // Skewered // Keeping a trophy // Execution //

7. Dressing up // A message on the glass // Knife //

8. Dripping blood // Don’t eat that // Decapitation //

9. Teeth // Possession/Corruption // Consensual gore //

10. Extra Limbs/Eyes/Etc // Impaled // Under the skin //

11. The experiment // Autopsy // Stitches // Nosebleed / Bruises //

12. Surgery // Body modification // Robotic Parts / Prosthetics //

13. Surreal gore // Segmentation // Is this a hallucination? //

14. Father forgive me // Excessive Gashes // Scars //

15. Battle // Dark magic // Feast // It burns //

16. Torture // Ritualistic Sacrifice // Cuts / Lacerations //

17. Ow, my head // Melting // Body horror // Arrows //

18. The romantic full moon // The chase scene // Gunshot //

19. Monster Form // Animal/beast wounds // It’s just a shadow //

20. CHAINSAW // Amputation // Power tools // Machines //

▶ KINK PROMPTS - CHOOSE TWO PER VOTE

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21. Handjobs | Shower/Bath

22. Biting | Corset

23. Costume | Pet Play

24. Power imbalance | Size Difference

25. Glasses | Hair pulling

26. Drool | Boot Worship

27. Fingers in mouth | Sadism/Masochism

28. Cock Worship | Begging

29. Seduction | Shotgunning

30. Public | Intercrural

31. Body Swap | Role Reversal

32. Glory hole | Creampie

33. Stockings | Aphrodisiacs

34. Shibari | Mirror Sex

35. Dacryphilia | Fucking Machine

36. Gags | Degradation

37. Formal Wear | Uniforms

38. Wound fucking | Necrophilia

39. Masks | Humiliation

40. Masturbation | Overstimulation

41. Cross-dressing | Dirty talk

42. Omorashi | Knife Play

43. Object Insertion | Daddy

44. Deep-Throating | Waxplay

45. Spanking | Master/Slave

46. Double+ Penetration | Gun Play

47. Exhibitionism/Voyeurism | Stripping

48. Lingerie | Spit-roasting

49. Toys | Against a wall

50. Licking | Bondage

51. Xenophilia | Micro/Macro

52. Fisting |  Watersports

53. Threesome | Face-Sitting

54. Collaring | Sensory Deprivation

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