#tw implied stalking

[grxndprix]

𝐝𝐢𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.

𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 — 𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦! 𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘶 𝘨𝘰𝘫𝘰 & 𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦! 𝘴𝘶𝘨𝘶𝘳𝘶 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘰 𝘹 𝘧𝘦𝘮! 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

𝘵𝘸 — 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘯 (𝘪𝘵 𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩), 𝘴/𝘢, 𝘨𝘰𝘳𝘦, 𝘮𝘶𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘯𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘢, 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦 𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘰𝘵 𝘪 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘪𝘥𝘬, 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭

A fresh new start always felt like bull.

It was like fate itself holding her life on puppet strings. Moving her like a numb pawn in a chess game. Everything felt calculated for everything except her. She just had to wait for things to go her way every once in a while, before it fell apart again.

Right now, it was going fairly mundanely. Nothing interesting or even mildly negative had happened in a while, though nothing had either. She had already been living alone for quite some time. Moved out of her parents’ house as soon as possible and invested in a house of her own for the sole reason of hating apartments. Too rickety, and she would feel safer in a smaller, single house than with broken windows or whatever else.

[name] ran a ringed hand through her hair, huffing out a breath as she hauled her cross-body bag over her shoulder. The job down at the local cafe awaited straight ahead, and despite her fears, she wasn’t a child anymore, she could do this. 

Morning pink and white skies, highlighted with gold clouds had her taking in the fresh air. In fact, it wasn’t until she picked her walking pace up again, stepping toward the cafe doors, that the slightest bit of dread began to pool in her stomach.

A sigh, and [name] reached for the handle as she made her way inside. Her eyes wandered, trailing along the gold embellishments among the otherwise green, brown, and orange-ish tints around her. She lumbered on her way to the back of the building, swiftly tugging her uniform on and starting to take orders from her position as cashier.

Customers piling in couldn’t deny the coziness, some of them staying for quite some time. [name] herself enjoyed every second spent on the job and could never imagine quitting. Or— At least… Those were her premonitions for now. It was a steady source of income while living alone, the atmosphere was nice, the people were nice, it wasn’t—

The doors opened just as the clock chimed at 3 o’clock. 

Not even a divine mercy could save such a tragedy. In waltzed two figures, tall in stature and a bit intimidating with their builds. [name] gulped for a second, feeling the cozy air around her start to dissipate. Despite recognizing them as regulars, the girl was unsettled. They always came in and just… observed her every move. She averted her gaze for the sake of her own well-being, lips pursing and unpursing. The feeling of her lip gloss brought back some sense, and she snapped out of her stupor.

In the short time she’d looked at them, she noticed they looked pretty identical to the last time. Cold white hair, blue eyes that held the world in their irises, black uniform — He was the one whose gaze raked along her entire figure, always whispering obscene things to his friend. Of course, said friend had raven hair, long locks that swayed with each step. They were tied up into a bun, and his matching eyes always remained locked on her face, barely wavering. His irises held nothing but sorrow, the weight of the universe—

‘Don’t judge people by their looks,’ She reminded herself. It’s rude to do so, even in this case… Her eyes flicked back to the pair, and she physically had to hold herself back from flinching. Both of their gazes were locked right onto her, one sporting a small smirk, and the other smiling softly. 

The man smirking ran a hand through his snowy white hair, whistling lowly and leaning over to whisper something in his presumed friend’s ear. The smiling man whispered something as well, raven locks swaying in the small breeze. She wouldn’t have cared about any of this had their stares not been piercing into her. Something felt off, something really felt off— What was once just invasive had turned predatory. At least before, it didn’t feel like this.

The first time the pair had come into the cafe, they took a seat and seemed to talk casually for a bit. They weren’t ordering anything, but just to be sure, [name] had made her way over and asked them if they wanted to try anything off the menu. She tried and failed to conceal her wince when their eyes snapped up to meet hers. 

That was the first time she’d experienced true intimidation. Satan regarded the two of them with a shiver, and she felt her hand tremble at her side. As if they had gotten what they wanted, the pair smiled, but the notion didn’t reach their eyes. 

Neither one of them spoke a word for a moment, until—

“Just coffee, thanks.” The ravenette had a gentle voice, countering his intimidating stature. She nodded, a strained ‘Of course!’ falling from her lips before she walked back to her place at the counter. Still, she felt their burning stares pierce through her back. 

Fate held a scissor to the string.

She tried to mind her own business. She really did. Returning to brewing some coffee for the person in line, sliding it across the table, and giving them a smile. Her lips could barely form the words, “Have a good day,” before she cut herself off, eyes widening. The coffee she had handed them knocked out of their grasp, laying spilled on the floor. 

[name] gasped quietly, eyes darting back up to meet black and blue hues. She froze a second, suddenly realizing that while she’d been on autopilot, spacing out— The rest of the cafe had gone empty. Beginning to yell at the pair, the customer the coffee had been for looked beyond pissed. They opened their mouth to continue screaming at the white-haired man, but—

A swift flick of his fingers, and the customer went flying across the room, seemingly gaining momentum as they crashed against the wall and hit their head hard enough to knock out. A sickening crack echoed throughout the room, allowing [name] to freeze completely. Her face paled in horror at the sight, a horrifying entity forming right behind the customer. They didn’t get the chance to fight, head effectively bitten clean off their body. 

Blood poured forth from the stump like that of the Lord, body falling limp. The crimson color had splattered all over the walls and floor, a horrifying canvas of the spiral to hell, to purgatory— 

Muted noiret hair cascaded over his shoulder as the man knelt on one knee in front of the body. He seemed to observe the way a few ants had already begun crawling out of the small hole in the wall, breaths quiet. Then, he cracked a smile. “‘Eli, Eli, lama sabachthani?’… May your god have mercy on your soul, low-life.”

With that, the entity swallowed the rest of the customer up whole.

It was quiet for a second. A clock ticked in the background, but she swore it almost felt like the seconds had slowed down. [name]’s mind was running wild with the visual and implied information dumped onto her. ‘What was that entity? Why did they kill the customer? What were they gonna do to her? Was this it? Were they going to kill her too?’

Despite the icy look he sent the corpse, the white-haired man huffed out a snicker. “C’mon, Suguru, don’t be like that.” He dragged the last word out, cracking his knuckles in front of him. His sapphire eyes took their time in studying every reaction [name] had to offer. From her shivers to her darting eyes — He consumed it all.

The ravenette chuckled too, lightheartedly smacking the other on the back. “How else should I be, Satoru?”

That seemed to snap her out of her state. The girl tried to scream, all blood leaving her face, but all she could form was a weak whimper. Her hands clutched at her uniform in an effort to ground herself, trying to sprint for the back. There were about 15 steps between herself and the door. She only made 3. 

A hand clasped around her wrist, tugging her backward and into a chest. “Trying to leave so soon? Oh c’mon now, princess,” Satoru’s hand trailed down to her waist, lips brushing against her earlobe and greedily drinking up the shivers he got in return. “We haven’t even started yet.”

Suguru made his way to her front, one hand in his pocket while the other grabbed her cheeks to make sure she looked right into those pools of tar. He smiled softly, a stark contrast to Satoru’s smug grin as his lips nipped at her neck. Suguru took in every little detail of her face, including the blood from the customer’s splatter. The pores, the imperfections, the perfections— He couldn’t get enough. 

“You’re a beautiful thing, y’know that?” He muttered, as if it was a secret only between the two of them. Something that no one else should ever know about. She tried to form a remark, anything to tell them off— But all it sounded like to them was a puppy’s whines.

His lips came crashing onto hers with a passion that rivaled Hades as he pursued Persephone. [name] tried desperately to push them off, using every bit of the strength she had— Yet as they backed her into the backroom, she knew it was all in vain. The realization didn’t stop her though, lips finally pushing past their rest and yelling for them to stop, almost sure it might draw the attention of someone outside. Before they closed the door, she saw that it had begun to pour rain, loud enough to completely mask any and all of her noises.

Satoru was the one that pushed her down onto the counter, Suguru immediately beginning to pull her oversized shirt off. The white haired man ran a hand through his strands at the sight, a hissed “Fuck,…” pulling through his throat. The ravenette saw how [name] tried to cover herself again, face pink, and immediately pinned her wrists above her head.

“Shh… It’s— It’s okay, we’ll take care of you, right, ‘Toru?” His voice was tight, like he was refraining from saying something, doing something— She tried to tug her wrists away from his hold, yelling for help, telling them to stop, just about anything that could just end the moment here and now. 

A chuckle, and Satoru leaned over her body, face mere centimeters from hers. His lips practically brushed hers as those damned jewel-like orbs devoured her own. 

“Yeah, we’ll treat ya real good, princess.”

𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘢𝘴𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘭𝘮𝘢𝘰 𝘱𝘭𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘰𝘤𝘵𝘰𝘣𝘦𝘳-𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘶𝘦𝘭 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘰𝘬 𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘹 𝘰𝘶𝘵 ☆

[rowiewritesstuff]

TFP Yandere Bumblebee- The Devoted Yandere

Really hard bot to write for- he's too dang wholesome

Bumblebee had first noticed you when you were walking around town. You always had a skip in your step as you hummed to whatever music that was playing through your headphones. 

You were the music teacher at Raf’s school, one that he spoke very highly of. You were one of the kinder teachers. You often let Raf hide away in your classroom from bullies, or even stopped them yourself.

You began to get worried when you noticed Raf get into a sports car everyday after school. Sometimes he would come to school with bags under his eyes. He said it was just some nightmares- but what child has this many nightmares? 

You began investigating his home life to make sure he was safe. Every time he would come into your room, you would question him about his daily life. How was his relationship with his parents? Was he happy at home? He would often be short with his answers. He always spoke kindly of his parents though. 

Then you asked about his friends. He went on about his friend Bee (which you assumed was a nickname). Bee was his new friend, who was in the same robotics club Jack and Miko were in. Bee owned the sports car.

You were instantly suspicious of how anyone could afford a sports car in Jasper, Nevada. So, one day, you were determined to make sure all of the kids were safe. 

You followed the sports car into the desert from a distance. They caught on pretty quickly and circled back into town.

The next day after that happened, you got there before that car did and parked behind a huge rock formation. You saw the yellow sports car begin to drive towards the mesa wall in fear when it opened up. 

You sat in your car for a moment before you feared the worst and drove immediately to where the car had disappeared from. All you could hope was that Raf wasn’t in something horrible.

You looked around the rock wall, and felt around until you felt an oddly metal-feeling part of the rock. You pulled it open only to find that it was a door.

As quickly and quietly as you could you snuck into the long hallway, pulling out your pepper spray. 

Soon you entered a large hangar, only to find giant robots. 

Your feet froze in place. Before you could stop yourself, a small whimper of fear left your throat. 

That made everyone in the room turn to look at you with their piercing blue optics. One of them cursed under their breath, which snapped you out of your stupor. You quickly pulled out the pepper spray and aimed it at them with shaking hands.

“There was a boy that came in here. Where is he?!” You yelled at them.

“Teacher (L/N)?” a small voice came from above. There stood Raf, looking over the railing down at you.

Soon enough, everything was explained to you. You were hesitant to leave Raf there, but he seemed happy. You had scolded him for not being honest up front- though you understood why.

You officially met “Bee”, learning that his name was actually Bumblebee. He seemed kind enough, and you could understand what he was saying. Bumblebee was super excited that another human could understand him! 

Bee became a guardian to you, since you hung around Raf a lot. Bee’s infatuation with you was pretty quick. He would often follow you around like a puppy would its owner.

Whenever Bumblebee would drive you home, he would wait outside of your house for as long as he could. He believed that cons were surely after you! After all, who wouldn't want someone as cute and wonderful as you? Whenever he wasn't on a mission, he would trail behind you- never enough so that you'd notice, though. He's a scout and he knows how to track people. If you ever did catch him, he'd say that he was wondering if you needed a ride anywhere, or as if you were going to base that day.

Sometimes, you’d leave small items in his alt-mode. A pencil here and there, a paper with your writing on it. A scrunchie that you either kept for yourself or your students. A shirt with your scent on it. Maybe you left you phone in the car while you ran into the store that he so graciously offered to take you to. Maybe he downloaded pictures that you'd taken of yourself and your friends and sent it to himself.

All of it he would stash away in a secret drawer in his habsuite. He didn’t mean to start his collection at first- he was just keeping it there to return it to you later. He just forgot at first but surely you wouldn’t miss a few things? And Bee would always return it if you asked. Maybe. 

You’d never notice any change in his behavior. He is much too shy to let you know his feelings. As long as he’s friends with you, he won’t have to do anything rash- so he hopes you’ll never try to leave him. He’d hate to have to lock you away until you learned to love him too.

If a con ever dared to touch you, they'd learn just how far he'd go to protect you. They might even confuse him for a con' with how brutal he'd be.

[moondragon618]

Whyyy does no one talk abt when c!Tommy found the tunnels under his house and was very clearly horrified by them and then later that same stream he started building the sewers like. Yeah cc!Tommy probably just got the idea for the sewers from that and that's all there is to it but.

What if c!Tommy, consciously or not, made the sewers as a way to make the tunnels (and c!Dream hiding in his walls) seem less frightening bc when he found the tunnels he just didn't even know how to handle that. What if the sewers are his way of being like No this is fine everything's fine maybe this is just a normal thing that happens actually. Look now everyone has a tunnel under their house see everything's totally fine and normal!

Idk I think about this a lot

[proudfreakmetarusonniku]

dsmp analogue horror but it’s c!dream recording c!tommy and treating him like a dangerous scientific anomaly. the tapes go from the beginnings of the disc wars and the only break in them is when c!dream was in prison, where the recordings devolve into him rambling at the camera while suffering from bloodloss until they abruptly go right back to normal when he escapes.

[someweirdoreblogger]

You have an "admirer," apparently. One that has no sense oncesoever.

Odin, the All-father, iron fist of the Norse.

You use everything in your willpower, hidden deep, to not flip your shit each time he graces your weaker presence.

Odin comeths baring no warning. Does a King need formal reason to wander inside his own castle?

Suddenly, day after day, night after night-this intimidating figure finds you worthy of not just a simple glance.

Not a word spoken, without distraction nor misdirection. He is elegant down to how he walks, with purpose and unwavering resilience.

The All-father is supreme and tyrannical in godly definition, of the legendary Bifrost's chosen few. A rapid tide in constant pursuit, edgeless flood overcoming building after building in its merciless path of endless devastation, devouring those who dare oppose the roaring waves.

Odin is... just there.

Next to little ol' you, a lowly servant, the great All-father. Without a care in the world. The sheer audacity to treat this like it's not extremely unusual for an all-powerful god such as himself to take interest in another out of the blue, let alone someone so painstakingly simple. Someone never pinned on the radar of another god, definitely not one of their strongest ancients.

Either you found him, or likewise, the latter; waiting ever patiently by the bay of your active sector, stuck in the ground like a tree stump. Is he even breathing? Feet rooted, immoveable as stone.

It's hard to not miss him in this lightful realm, a towering candle of stern darkness-permeant arrogance written on his face. Wrinkles forming indifferent strokes, old indeed, but nevertheless immortal. Long scars, they decorate him in tight and unnerving brushes. A bleak void carries the stinging yellow jackets in his eyes, stoic, unrelenting. A force to be reckoned with, even then, any blind fool can tell this highly dangerous god homes a deep attractiveness mortals are blessed to witness. The devil is hideous on one hand, yet beautiful on another. People become frantic in trying to appease their quite unexpected guest, you can't blame them, if you didn't know what Odin was here for-vaguely at the very least-you would've tripped on yourself to ensure no bloodshed as well, no one wants to wipe up intestines and tethered remains off the walls. Frightened assistants question one another, curious bombarding. A sea of peeking servants and turning heads, eager but not too eager to learn the answer to the question lingering in everyone's mind- -Why Odin of all damn people is in private servant quarters? Endless blunt remarks of his loyal crows fill the air, interesting how they obviously contrast, scolding unlucky others getting far too close for their liking (Getting used to that nonstop bickering and annoying flaps of their feathery wings deserves a round of applause admittedly). Shouting in a voice you swear can be heard all across Heaven that the All-father needs not justify himself to weaker masses. And soon, the crowd disperses till Odin is all that remains, looking upon reality like it matters little to him in that current moment. Continues to stand moving not an inch, dead to the knowing world. Maybe he was ready to stay there for years, just for you. Ridiculous, but the determination itself is admirable, terrifying as the person it belonged too. Holding, distant, stubborn on holy soil older than your great grandfather until you're unfortunately noticed; The only servant Odin made eye-contact within the past few hours, a small part of you immediately died in that current moment. Caught. Well, better to accept fate then delay the inevitable.

Furthermore, Odin never fucking leaves. Unless swayed by the heavy burden of his responsibilities to Valhalla, he is practically glued to you. Hip to hip, never behind.

Where you least expect him, somehow, he has unadmitted reason for popping up into your vision like a mole, driven by curiosity.

Coincidentally, in your most favored places. Including personal ones.

(There next to your bed watching you sleep, there behind you during your break, there standing next to you as you dust the priceless artifacts of the great halls. Wherever you go Odin is almost certain to trail after, turning this into a childish game of follow the leader.

Odin goes where you go, regardless of actually where 'where' is. At this point, you can only expect but never predict. Quick as lightening, an invisible thundering sound in the distance, appearing where most convenient. Your face sinks the moment his face enters your sights, you won't shake him off matterless of whether or not you really tried, both stuck together till night falls from Olympus.

(Yeah right, you shaking off Odin. No fool can ever dream hard enough to achieve such a feat.)

It's an unlucky series of unwanted occurrences that all servants know better then to suggest otherwise.

You swear, this is on purpose. But for what?

Pleasure?

Curiosity?

This torture of constantly hanging on the end of the cliff, not knowing if someone behind you is waiting the perfect moment to push. To see you fall down into the bottomless abyss. Thor and Loki had to get their tendencies somewhere.

You are fairly confident in yourself, even when it comes to dealing with the gods. You have worked for Olympus long enough that little to nothing surprises you anymore. You've witnessed aplenty things, from disasters to miracles, you have never seen-

-this.)

And Odin just...stares at you the entire time, much to your intense confusion and unbridled fear.

Odin grants no hints and admits nothing, an intimidating statue of a great towering godfather who can erase your mortal existence off Heaven in under a millisecond. Completely and utterly unpredictable, reeking of boundless bloodlust and pure fighting prowess. Won't take the unrivaled intellect of Tesla to recognize Odin can't be a bearer of good news.

He irritates the sensitive hairs on your neck, pricked up, suffocating in fright. His aura scorches you, a transparent brand of godly fire. Daring you to move out of line, defiance is forever intolerable in the biased eyes of the Heavens. You can't imagine doing anything to potentially earn his ire.

You have no intention of betraying Valhalla, unfond as you are about the gods, not that you'd foolishly announce that to fucking Odin.

Your conclusions are empty stales of bread, no meat and cheese, sauce, mayonnaise or mustard. No excuse for this argumentatively, obsessive behavior about following you like a shitty puppy. You can't guess why Odin is even here to begin with, why he bothers you with never-ending oversight.

Thankfully, Odin only looks. Just watching.

Seems merely seeing you just living is a newfound hobby for Valhalla's ruling god, whatever that means for you.

As deeply unnerving as his constant observation is, you suppose it could be worse, as you and your beloved nymph friends speculate. All you can do is wait for something to happen. You take it as a sign to perform your duties more perfectly, though it was more out of crawling desperation to live than inspiration.

(You read and carefully organize the ancient books in a quiet, knowing patience.

Counting the lively torches upon the grand Olympian walls, which ones are lit, which aren't.

Writing down assigned addresses, preparing for the awaiting visitation of the next Pantheon for Hermes.)

Non-blinking, holes burning at the back of your head. Analyzing the most basic specks and wrinkles of your face and neckline, fair hair whistling silently against Winter winds. Eyes of an eagle locked onto their target, dreadfully focused. By far the most scared you have ever been in your entire life, and that's saying a lot from a mortal servant of the gods. Luckily, it gets easier and easier to ignore. Silence seems to be Odin's consistent trait.

Odin is a walking blank slate blessed with legs. He does nothing, says nothing, and acknowledges nothing. Nothing but you, in the slightest form of a distant bat of thick eyelashes thrown in your direction.

You can't be certain if that's better or worse.

Apart from constant observation spilling not a single question, Odin hasn't raised a hand or tried to bring upon you any sort of harm. Made not even the tiniest peep across your numerous encounters. Done anything other than made you incredibly creeped out.

Odin is a constant, looming shadow. A curse, razor-sharp, an unpredictable element of nature. A sinking feeling of never being left alone in peace, sticking on the very edge of every corner of your unrest. That dark gaze is something no one ever forgets.

Certainly not you, a victim of that judgmental pair of golden ores, staring into your soul. Every truth of you naked to his eyes, like glass.

You still have no clue why Odin decided that you must be the center of his undeterred attention.

(Oh, you poor unfortunate soul,

If only you knew the storm coming your way.)

[chemzee]

something quick

[puzzled-pegasus]

teen titans as john mulaney quotes because this is what I do now ig

Robin

“So you saw what they were doing to Tyler and yet you did nothing?”

“He looked like he should be the conductor on a locomotive powered by confetti, but instead, he made his living in murder.”

“You remember the scourge of muggings when you were in second and third grade.”

“Street smarts!”

“I saw a wheelchair tipped on its side, with no one in it. That's a bad thing to see. Something happened there…you hope it was a miracle. But probably not. Probably something worse.”

Starfire

“So rather than violate these meaningless politeness rules, I’ll just go to bed in a smock like goddamn Ebenezer Scrooge!”

“May I please have a Diet Coke please, and then maybe you will get one.”

“This is a weird topic, and I want to talk about a book I read about World War II.”

Raven

“One black coffee.”

“Everyone get out of my way, I just want to sit here and feed my birds.”

“None of us really know our fathers. Anyway,”

"My dad is Cold. Blood-ded."

Cyborg

“You spend most of your day telling a robot that you're not a robot, think about that for ten seconds and tell me you don't want to walk into the ocean!”

“Wow, that tall child looks terrible! Get some rest, tall child!”

“You have the moral backbone of a chocolate eclair.”

“You’ll see! One day, I’m gonna get that Best Buy rewards card!!!”

Beast Boy

“Why do people always shush animals?”

“It’s like there's a horse…loose in a hospital.”

“ScatTER!”

“Twenty-one plays of Tom Jones’s What's New Pussycat.”

“The horse used the elevator? I didn't know he knew how to do that…”

Slade

“And he’s looking at you in the eye to tell you for the first time in your Very Young Life, that some adults find you Incredibly Attractive…and they just might have to kill ya over it!”

“He was a man most acquainted with misery. He could look at a child and guess the price of their coffin.”

“Because it's the one thing you can't replace.”

“As long as you weren't still there when the police arrived, you had a 99 percent chance of getting away with it.”

“This is an on-fire garbage can…could be a nursery.”

“Is he nice? Noooooo!”

[kiame-sama]

Of Cats and Hawks- Yandere!Hawks x Reader

Warnings; cat quirk reader, mention of fights, growling, snarling, barking, hissing, yowling, teasing, stalking, obsession, vaguely delusional yandere, over protective father, bad communication skills, hero/sidekick reader, flirting

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"Grr..."

The low growling coming from the giant hulking man infront of you only served to irritate you, pointed ears folding back and tail lashing angrily. Your response only served to make the snarling grow louder as you squared off with the muzzled man. It was to be expected to hear the significant lack of human speech whenever you and Hound Dog got into a disagreement.

You had been discussing your options as a hero with your father, Hound Dog, when two rather unexpected opportunities showed up. Given the offers you had to seriously consider what you would choose as it would determine how you would move forward. Two hero agencies had reached out to you in an invitation for you to join, the more unique part being that the heads of those agencies were the ones to directly ask you.

One of the agencies was a rather thematic choice for you given their usual hero outfits and approach to dealing with villains, The Pussycats. The other was one you hadn't even considered given the high probability that you would clash with the head of the agency, Hawks. Naturally, your father outright refused both offers before you could speak which started the snarling match to begin with.

It was surprisingly common when you or your father became angry to forget how to speak, simply reverting to animal speech as it was technically the first language either of you learned. What was uncommon was for you two to be snarling at each other given your father's fiercely protective behavior when it came to you. Ever since your mother- a previous member of the Pussycats- died in a fight against a villain, your Hound Dog father had grown extremely protective of you.

"Would you two please calm down so we can talk-"

Ectoplasm C, another hero who worked at UA where your father worked, attempted to placate the two of you. Naturally, he had to quickly back off as you both turned to snarl at him in indignation for interrupting. Though the others couldn't understand a word the two of you were saying, you two were conversing in your mother tongue which came across as hisses, snarls, barks, and yowls.

"Team up with that Bird!? Out of the question!"

"I have to go somewhere, I can't stay at UA forever!"

"Yes you can!"

"Not happening! We both knew the Pussycats would ask after they scouted me for internship and work study-"

"Your mother was a Pussycat and they let her die!"

"I'm not her!"

"Exactly why you should say no!"

Your tail lashed in fury as your claws slid out, teeth bared in aggression at the demanding way your father spoke. Out of the two of you, you knew that the day would come when you would leave your father's protection, but clearly he didn't want that day to be so soon. You were a licensed hero in your own right and had been working security with your father for at least a few years after graduating, wanting to explore new horizons.

"Do you even hear yourself!? Why let me be a hero if you are just going to argue any time I try?"

"You are a hero with me," he barked out fiercely, teeth bared and visible behind his muzzle, "your father! Not some strangers!"

"I grew up around the Pussycats! They aren't strangers!"

"I won't stand for this, (y/n)! You are my daughter, you will do as I say, end of discussion!"

"You may be alright with only having one scrap-yard to protect," each hiss was vicious and drawn out to emphasize point as your tail cracked the stone beneath you, "but I need to roam! I'm a Street Cat, not a tame dog! Known by all, owned by none!"

"Then why join an agency and not freelance? I just don't get why you want to leave so badly!"

"Because," your yowls had begun to draw attention and gain volume, "if I never leave your protection, how could I ever think to call myself a hero!?"

A heavy silence hung in the air, both you and your father bearing your teeth in aggression and staring angrily. With a nod, you both turned your backs and walked several paces in opposite directions, much to the confusion of the onlookers. Aizawa, who had stopped to watch the spectacle looked over to Vlad King who had also paused to watch the exchange.

"What are they doing?"

"Well... It was hard to keep up, but I think they're going to fight."

"What??"

"Yeah, they-"

It was then the usual blond commenter took the field, a rather large group of students having already gathered to watch the argument. Students, teachers, and visitors alike made a decent battlefield for the fight to take place as more began to show up to watch the brawl.

"Yo! Listen up, UA! All prospective heroes, fans of Hound Dog and fans of Street Cat will not want to miss this fight!"

The five outsider heroes were surprised by the turn of events, but they did want you to join their agencies. The four Pussycats wanted you to join due to your mother being a former Pussycat and your cat quirk. Hawks- the current number three hero- wanted you to join his agency for a more personal reason that others didn't know about yet.

It had been years since he first saw you, catching sight of you patrolling with Hound Dog one breezy afternoon. He didn't usually visit UA and typically stayed near his agency, but he had little work and felt like watching the other heroes. Upon seeing you, he first thought that you were some tame kitty who had to rely on Hound Dog for everything, but you quickly changed his opinion by getting into a bloody scrap with a rather unhinged villain.

Ever since that day he found you on his mind, watching you whenever he could get a moment either through use of his feathers or by physically being present. He found great humor in the irony of having a bird quirk and following someone with a cat quirk around. Even so, he was prepared to do whatever it took to get you to join his agency or otherwise be by his side.

"On one side we have Hound Dog! A tall muscle man with a canine quirk who has worked at UA as a non-curriculum teacher and as security! On the other side we have Street Cat! Don't let this cute kitty fool you, she is all bite and no bark! Today's battle will decide if Street Cat stays at UA or leaves for another agency!"

You and your father stared at one another as you prepared to fight. After the fight- which you were certain you would win- you would have to choose between the two agencies, but you were leaning more towards Hawk's agency. You loved the Pussycats and grew up around them, but they were your mother's team, not yours.

Even when you were young, you were more like Hound Dog than your mother and that difference is what was influencing your decision. Your mother was the pro hero Aristocat and had a similar quirk to your own. She was the one who helped bring the Pussycats together in the first place and she was a very refined woman in every way shape and form.

Though you respected and adored your mother even after her passing, you would always be Street Cat, not Aristocat. Part of you worried that the Pussycats would always compare you to your mother and expect you to be like her. The last thing you wanted to do was let them down in any way, so you knew which agency you would have to choose.

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The sun hung low in the sky by the time the fight concluded, almost everyone in the school gathered around the makeshift arena to watch the fight. You were a well liked hero and along with Hound Dog, you two were practically the visual representation of the UA guard staff. It wasn't exactly an official title, but the students and staff all knew that either one of you would show up if anything happened on school grounds.

A news station picked up on the scrap and managed to receive permission to film on school property, broadcasting the fight as it was rare for two fully fledged heroes to have a one on one fight like this. It was also clear that Present Mic was all too happy to provide colorful commentary during the scrap, making it quite clear what the fight was about. There was even a scoreboard for votes on what people thought you should do, from staying with Hound Dog and UA, to joining the Pussycats, and even joining Hawks.

The vote was fairly even most of the match but eventually the column for joining Hawks pulled ahead into the lead. Apparently viewers around Japan who had been watching the fight- it became fairly popular quickly- actually called in to cast their own vote for what you should do. What surprised you was when pro-heroes began to show up to voice their support for their vote and to receive publicity for being present during the fight.

It became clear to you that you had little choice but to take the voting into account as it seemed like almost every eye in Japan was on the battle and scoreboard. Heroes were ranked due to popularity and general helpfulness, All Might, Endeavor, and Hawks being the top three for several years in a row. You wondered if the votes for joining Hawks agency had anything to do with those popularity votes.

When the battle finally ended, you had managed to knock Hound Dog out and to the ground. This left you as the unanimous winner of the battle and cheers erupted from all around you. Despite the noise and the chaos, you found yourself solely focused on the scoreboard that had been keeping track of what people had voted regarding which agency you should join.

The final results were in favor of Hawks and you knew that meant you should join his organization instead of the Pussycats. A part of you wanted to defy the vote simply because you could, but you also knew that you had already decided on joining Hawks long before the voting even began. The reporters and news agencies swarmed into the mock arena to be the first to get confirmation of what you chose to do, but none managed to even get close to you.

Instead, you found yourself very high up above the ground in a pair of rather strong arms and far away from the prying reporters. Hawks was grinning in an almost frightening way- though that could have been your nerves for being up so high- and his bright red feathers seemed rather dazzling in the light. His wings lazily beat in a relaxed way, keeping you both suspended above the ground and in place.

"Looks like we're going to be working together, Street Cat."

"Who said I was going to join you?"

"Aw," he gave a small frown of mock sorrow, "and here I thought we were going to be such good friends!"

You huffed at his teasing, tail lashing and ears pointing back in annoyance at the sheer confidence he seemed to exude. Hawks couldn't keep himself from chuckling when he noticed your irritated gaze, golden eyes admiring the way you unconsciously clung to him to keep yourself from falling even though he wouldn't dream of dropping you. He was well aware of the fact that the input of the public had a large influence on what you would likely do despite the way you growled at him in defiance.

"You're no Aristocat, you're Street Cat, and there is no one who belongs at my agency more than you do."

"Fine. Put me down or I'll bite you."

"Save it for in between the sheets, not out on the streets, Kitty~"

"Piss off."

"Is that any way to talk to your new boss?"

"Deal with it."

"Happily~"

[evilhelperbutnotmean]

Help please, they found me

@magicblr Fleur I’m scared

[haver-of-wives]

can't even remember the last time I really felt safe. I wanna say L'manberg before the elections and shit fucked everythign up but Im not sure. those tunnels undermy huose are from before L'manberg adn bakc then i thought it was kind of wierd but it didnt really bother me that much. but now thinkinh about it kindof makes my skin crawl adn my hadns all sshaky

[inkblot22]

Le Manège de la Folie

Bruh I'm so sick rn. Life sucks. Anyhow, I like this title, but I think it would be better suited to a better piece of writing. Maybe I'll make this a series? Who knows

This fic is aimed at anyone who can handle it! There are no pronouns other then 'you' to identify the reader, and there are no mentions of specific body parts.

TW for DEAD DOVE, DO NOT EAT, noncon, suggestions of stalking (except it's literally canon that he does this type of thing,) betrayal, Rook Hunt because he scares me, and crusty French that is possibly incorrect.

It’s funny how things go in a circle. You fear someone, you love someone, and you’re afraid of them all over again.

It started out so solidly, too. You were so green and he was so… bizarre. He was weird. You caught him taking pictures of Tsunotaro from the bushes in front of Ramshackle… And beyond that, you know he let you. You’re sure of it, because it only happened once, and when you worried about it later, he stopped you in the halls on your way to class and asked you, in so many words, who would believe you.

Rook is many things. He’s your upperclassman, he’s reliable, he’s deceptively slender, he has tall person energy despite being 5’8, he’s a hunter, he’s intimidating…

Rook is so saccharine. He’s gentle as he swipes the dirt from your brow and presses his lips against your cheeks.

“Je sais que tu ne le veux pas, mon ange, mais c'est ce pour quoi nous sommes faits.” He mumbles.

You slowly lost your fear of him when you got to know him more. He became a bastion of reliability in your life, and you… perhaps you grew attracted to him and his fuck ass bob, despite your initial fear of him. Take the perhaps out of that last sentence. You were head over heels- and how could you not be? He was there for you when you asked him for help with your studies, gentle in his critiques and knowledgeable in his guidance. He shared his poetry with you!

His teeth nibble along your shoulder, where your shirt’s been torn. He hums at the taste of your bare skin.

“Tu peux pleurer, chéri…” He murmurs in your ear, “I will not judge you. May your tears water the earth and give birth to new life.”

But… good things never last. Rook vanished for a few days, be it from your sight or from the campus, you weren’t sure. But he was gone, and then he returned, and he was… strange. It’s hard to put your finger on what exactly makes Rook strange. He just is, but when he came back from being away, he was somehow more peculiar. 

And your fear returned. It made you question whether or not you actually even liked him when it did. You spent your days in a paranoid haze, often cowering under your window in your room, just so no one could look up and see you. You came back from class, you wanted to take your place under the window, but he was standing there, leaning against the windowsill.

And here you are. Rook is above you, you are beneath him. His skin is damp with sweat, sliding down to kiss yours. You don’t know if you’re still breathing, and you’ve never understood less of what he is saying to you…

But he’s smiling. And the way his hips are circling is making you dizzy.

“Un jour, ta peur de moi deviendra de l'amour. You and I will grow beautiful together.”

[heroes-villains-side-blog]

Unlucky Break

For the wonderful @just-a-space-rabbit!!! 💖💖💖

HS = Hero’s Sidekick, VS = Villain’s Sidekick

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"I see you, I know you, I found you," VS sing-songed aloud in the cafe.

HS dropped their scone right in the hot chocolate they were dipping it in. 

No. 

They were so careful. Always. Ugh! How did this idiot find them out? 

HS looked down at their ruined lunch and let out a groan.

Great. Just great. Now their cheat day was ruined too.

They looked up at their nemesis who was hovering over them with a huge smile on their face, garnering more and more attention by the second. 

They waved to a waiter, stuffed their things in their bag and shoved it at VS. 

"Hey!" 

"How? How could you- how did you?" They sputtered indignantly. 

VS just giggled and waltzed to the cafe door. 

The waiter finally arrived and HS, tapped their card and made the payment for a meal they didn't even get to enjoy all the way, before following VS out the door. 

—-

"How'd you find out?" 

"What? Not even a ‘hi’ or ‘hello’?" 

"No."

"You're no fun," they pouted. 

"Bit hard to have fun when my identity is at stake."

"C'mon, I would never. I mean, you know my identity now too, don't you?" 

"I- oh." It was only now that HS noticed that yes, they did know VS's identity now. "Huh."

VS rolled their eyes. "You're so dumb for someone so smart." 

"I'm just not- uhh, just not—" 

"You miss the obvious sometimes?" 

"...Yeah."

VS laughed. 

"So, are you gonna tell me how you found me out?" 

"Hmm, well, it was—" 

"BUNNY!" 

VS stopped. Shoulders tense, eyes wide. Then they ran. With all of HS's items in tow. They ran. 

Followed by some stranger running after them, yelling "Bunny!" and "Hey, wait up!" 

VS turned just to drop all of HS's things, hoping to buy themselves some time by slipping their opponent. But their pursuer just jumped over them and continued chase. 

Eventually, VS ran into a dead end. 

Oh no.

They turned to run away but their pursuer was already breathing down their neck. 

Oh, double no. 

"Hi, Bunny. Where were you hopping off to, huh?" 

"Nowhere. Get lost." 

"Tsk, tsk. Little bunny rabbits shouldn't use such language. Think of the children." 

"Get away." They tried to sound angry but it came out more scared than anything. 

Their attacker laughed and took out a knife. 

Oh, triple no. 

"So, Bunny. I know why I'm here. You know why I'm here. Let's cut to it, shall we?" 

"No." They said it with all the acid they could muster. 

Their opponent smiled, but there was real anger behind those eyes. 

"Now, Bunny. Or do you want to start losing blood already?" 

VS didn't respond. 

The bully sighed… then plunged their knife into VS's arm. 

They yowled, blood had already started to seep through. Curses. They could feel the adrenaline coursing… they could feel their arms start to transform. 

No. 

They closed their eyes, took a deep breath, and tried to calm themselves. Big mistake because this time they were caught unaware when their opponent plunged another knife — into their arm this time — and this was definitely more painful. 

VS didn't even have a chance to gather their thoughts when their bully took out both knives, letting their wounds bleed out, and stabbed their other arm and leg. 

They screamed, there was no stopping the adrenaline now. Their arms were transforming. And their ears and legs. Finally, they subconsciously wiggled their new nose. The transformation was complete. 

"Aww, see? Was that so hard? Aren't you just the cutest?" the tormentor leaned in to roughly pull one of their now furry cheeks. "You're such an adorable bunny rabbit, you freak of nature." They chuckled sinisterly. "Almost a shame to cut off your cute little feet but that's the circle of life for you." With that, VS was pushed to the ground, but something hit the bully in the face, knocking them off VS.

It was HS’s shield. 

They screamed, "No one hurts my nemesis except me!" And they slammed them again with their shield.

VS got up, still bleeding. They were surprised at the battle in front of them, HS vs… them. But they had to go. They couldn’t let anyone see them like- like this, in their transformed form. 

They had just started to try to limp off when something slammed into them and they were struck to the ground again. The bully had thrown HS at them and was now lurching towards them, face bruised and hand holding a bloodied knife.

Oh, quadruple no.

VS could do little but whimper, but when an arm came in front of them, HS’s arm, in a show of protection, they were, well, they felt just a little bit safer.

“What? You’re gonna protect that freak? All by yourself?”

“Y-yeah! I will! Don’t you dare come near them!”

“Ha! You sure like to talk big, don’t you?”

“I’m warning you!”

“Threats only hold water if there’s something to back them up, kid.”

“Oh, I think it’d pay to listen to them.” The bully turned around and was met with the stern face of Hero. Their regularly cheerful demeanour was nowhere to be seen, their arms crossed and their hands balled into fists tight enough to break stone.

“I- I- I was just- they’re a monster! I was just protecting myself.”

"Oh yeah?" Behind Hero, the bully noticed the heaving visage of Villain, standing on a rooftop. It looked like they were barely restraining their anger. They gulped. 

"I- Um- look at them! They're a monster!" They pointed to VS, bleeding, trembling, and huddled behind a very protective and very glaring HS. 

Hero looked over the tormentor's shoulder, "All I see is a defenseless human being you hurt out of cold blood. And my sidekick you harmed as well when they tried to stop you." 

"That's no human! They're a freak!" 

"They're not human? Honestly, anyone who thinks torture is ever the answer isn't human. Even animals are kinder. You're coming with me, Mx. You're looking at a lot of time, bucko." And with that, Hero handcuffed then dragged the quarrelsome culprit away. 

HS turned to VS and finally took in the scene. VS was bleeding, sure, but they also had tall floppy ears, whiskers, and a pink nose. 

"You're a rab—" 

But HS was pushed to the side by a very concerned Villain, "VS! Are you okay? Please answer me!" 

Villain had hurried down the building during the short instance between Hero arresting that savage and HS noticing VS's transformed form. 

"I'm fine, I'm fine—"

"You most certainly are not! You're bleeding all over!" They said while examining VS's wounds. they used their own healing powers to heal VS as much as they could before continuing, "And why didn't you tell me this person was harassing you?"

"I didn't think to? Because it's not work related, can't just go to the boss for non-work stuff, y'know?” They gave a strained laugh but Villain's expression made them nervous. "Villain? How did you even get here?" 

"HS called Hero and Hero called me. But VS," they sighed. "Is everything okay at home? How long had that creep been after you? And why? Do your parents know about it?" 

"Huh. I would've expected a question about the ears or the bunny nose first." 

"I'm more concerned about you being in danger. Danger that caused you to be stabbed. Repeatedly. Now, please answer my questions." 

"Yeah, um, so I got cursed and now I'm kind of a were-rabbit. And, um, rabbit's feet are lucky in magic and spells and cost a fortune so that dude and a few others want to, um, want my feet," they laughed nervously, trying to make the whole situation less serious. 

Obviously it didn't work.

Villain grit their teeth then spoke, their voice breaking, "Who are they? I need names and addresses right now. I’ll show these creeps not to mess with my sidekick, I’ll–”

“Hey, how about we first get VS healed first, huh? Then we can talk about legally getting revenge. How does that sound?” asked HS.

Villain narrowed their eyes, but gave a slight nod. 

HS continued, “So, VS. I should probably call your parents." 

"Oh, don't have any." 

Villain took in a deep breath and closed their eyes. 

VS looked at them then at HS who just shrugged and shook their head. 

Finally, Villain opened their eyes. "You…you…,” they got up, “That’s it. You're coming with me.”

"What?"

"You heard me! Honestly, you think you can deal with a curse and who knows how many superstitious weirdos all alone? While working for me and school and taking care of yourself all alone?"

"I—"

"—No more missions, kid." 

"But—" 

"And starting right now, you're living with me." 

"What?" 

"Yes. HS, come with me. I'll need help rabbit-proofing the lair." 

"Hey!" 

"Not a word out of you, young bunny! You're in enough trouble as it is." They pulled VS's rabbit ear and started walking, but they were only able to take a few steps before VS, part begrudgingly, willingly followed their mentor-turned-something-more to their new home.

Fin 🐇

A/N:

Rabbit feet are considered a symbol of good luck in some cultures

The idea of coming after a were-rabbit for their feet was inspired (read: word for word stolen) by an episode of NBC's Grimm the TV series.

Thanks @eahravinqueen for helping me out with this! :D

If it feels wonky and disjointed then hush, I'm learning 🤫

[moondragon618]

My brain randomly generated an entire headcanon as I was waking up this morning so now I will inflict it upon everyone lol

So basically, the idea I had is that c!Dream enjoys drawing things. I imagine he's got a stash of drawings in his ender chest- sketchbooks, a few stray pages, one of the books from the prison. He always writes the date on all of them, too.

The earlier ones are pretty normal, mostly drawings of the Community House, Spirit, some of Fran and the other pets, and a few of his friends too.

The first time he draws c!Tommy is just after the disc war- it's c!Tommy grinning triumphantly, holding his discs in one hand and giving a middle finger with the other. (That one is still one of his favorites.)

Over time there's just more and more- mostly of c!Tommy smiling and happy, and then some of c!Tommy in his L'manberg uniform. There's two of the L'manberg ones that stand out, though. They both have the same date on them- one is of c!Tommy in the Final Control Room, standing just behind the button with a shocked look on his face, and the second is c!Tommy during the bow duel, his determined expression captured in almost perfect detail.

And then there's just a whole sketchbook filled with drawings of c!Tommy from exile, all perfectly detailed- there's quite a few that perfectly capture that look of excitement and relief he would get when c!Dream would visit him, and also some where he's injured, his expression a mix of fear and guilt. But there's also a lot where he seems to be genuinely enjoying himself too, and some of c!Tommy and c!Dream together.

(The first drawing of c!Tommy crying is perhaps the most detailed out of all of them. It has the date of the beach party written on it- there's a couple more with the same date of c!Tommy happily playing around with c!Dream's trident.)

There's a few more between exile and the disc finale too, notably one with the date of L'manberg's destruction of c!Tommy standing on the obsidian grid with a determined expression reminiscent of the one he had during the bow duel. It has "Little Hero :)" written neatly across the bottom in lime green ink.

Then, when c!Dream was in prison, he had to make do with one of the books he had. Once again, the entire thing is drawings of c!Tommy- there's a bunch from when he was trapped with c!Dream, but one in particular stands out- it has the date of c!Tommy's death written on it, and it would almost look like a drawing of c!Tommy sleeping peacefully if not for the carefully detailed bruises and bloodstains. Unlike the others, this one is done entirely in dark red ink. But it's not ink-

(Later in the prison book, there's a lot of drawings of c!Tommy with wings and a halo, and some of the pages are stained with blood.)

Then there's a sketchbook with the most recent ones. There's one with the date of the prison break, which is a drawing of c!Tommy in Logstedshire, perfectly capturing his expression of absolute horror, "Reunion :)" written across the bottom. Another of c!Tommy in utter despair, believing he saw his discs be destroyed in front of him. And one of c!Tommy all alone on a beach, the date written on it being the day that c!Wilbur left.

And of course, c!Dream keeps all of these very well hidden. The contents are only for him, after all :)

(And also c!Tommy eventually, when he's sure the kid won't try to destroy them as soon as he sees them.)

[pog-nation]

hello Chat Nation

its really late at ngiht

i shoudlntg be awake btu i cant slepe

what if. what if hes watchign me chat. becuase he knwos where i am and he Knows everythign about me

what if ehss watchign me. what if ehhruts tubbo or mcihael

i cannt fuckign do this for much logner chat i Know i need to facehim someday but imfuckin scard. i dontw ant to get hurt again. i also feel guilty as well fro some reaosn. hes not myf riend. hes not my friend hes not my friend.

i enedd to sleep. but what if hes here,Wathcing me. i already checked everywehre but i coudlnt Find him. i jsut cant shake off this feelign that hes ther.e

[snowshowerwriting]

Possessive villain?

Cw- Possessive behavior, stalker behavior

Humans are the only animals with this complex consciousness, which tells a person from right to wrong. Everyone is taught this from a young age. This is sewn into the brains of every child, and adults of all ages alike. Villain knew this as well as anyone, and he knew most saw him as simply one with evil morals- someone whose consciousness was wrecked as an adolescent through the influences of life. Villain would've disagreed. He knew well as anyone, that although he might have had a crooked thought process, he meant well.

The crowd didn't understand how much it hurt Villain when Hero had gotten trash-talked in the grocery, the way they spoke about him in the papers. It wasn't fair- no! He may be a Villain, but he appreciated things. He appreciated the beauty that was given to him in the form of Hero. He couldn't let others do this to their Hero.

Three days, that's all it took. Villain put in effort and time to find out more about Hero now. Though he knew his nemesis pretty well prior to this, there was no harm in Villain finding out more, more, and more of the way Hero had been hurt long before Villain had come alone. It infuriated him, to see how much his precious Hero had been dug through the earth, been beaten and damned. No, no, this wouldn't do. How dare those around Hero hurt them?

That's when a brilliant idea struck a match. There wouldn't be any harm if Villain kept Hero. Hero would be happy too? Right? They would be kept safe and sound in their compound, away from the dangers of the world. Villain knew this was the right thing to do, and they could already hear how proud Hero would be, of the good thing they were about to do. There was no one else who'd protect Hero like they did.

[your-eternal-nightmare]

Oh, did you know there's like a shrine to me right under Tommy's house, by the way? I found it by accident a little while ago when I was leaving him a little gift :) That was certainly a fun little surprise :)