TYSM YOU MADE MY DAY

This made me feel so scared

100% recommended, I loved it

So I hear a serial killer Jade 👀 go on. (Ooh as someone that likes tru crime this gave me an idea but I would love to hear more from u)

I have been watching a lot of true crime lately, so it gave me inspiration. I think Jade would be scarier as a serial killer than Floyd. Jade would tear you apart, piece by piece, slowly and methodically—starting with your mentality and working his way outside. Floyd’s kills would be dependent on his mood swings. Most of his murders would be a spur of the moment thing and they’re all violent and angry deaths. At the very least, you won’t have a chance to feel scared because Floyd’s quick about it (most of the time).

I’ll share my brief thoughts below!

(cw: yandere, female reader, pregnancy mention, unhealthy relationship/behaviors, mentions of murder/death/violence, kidnapping/captivity, mentions of blood/gore, drugging)

Ever since police discovered a body half-submerged in the river, his eyes gouged, face scratched, body bruised and littered with scrapes, people have started wondering who or what could have done such a brutal thing. The man was missing his left arm; it had been seemingly severed with a sharp blade and was wrapped expertly. Dark crimson bled through the bandages. There was also a gaping hole in his chest, exposing pearly bone and strings of tissue. His heart was missing. A few fingers had been chopped off and what remained was bandaged stubs, but other characteristics that may be used to identify the body remained intact. It turned out to be a man with a shady past. He’d had his fair share of run-ins with the authorities, but he had been on track for nearly five years now. Those who knew him claimed he had been working to fix his life.

In other words, he wasn’t anyone special. Just your random citizen stuck in a bad place at a bad time.

As the authorities work to piece together this crime and identify what truly killed the man (because there are so many possibilities as the coroner encounters new findings during the autopsy), the city is gripped with fear, curiosity, and disgust. Just what sick person could be capable of such a heinous crime? And why did they remove the man’s heart? Why was it so violent?

By the time another body shows up—this one is female—and police note that her heart has also been harvested from her chest cavity, along with some other organs (liver and intestines), they’re certain it’s the same person. Interestingly enough, her eyes were untouched, blindfolded with a thick strip of cloth.

Is it a cannibal? Is it a monster? No one really knows, and police haven’t the faintest clue on who to look for. Without a potential suspect, they’re stuck building the list from the ground up. Like the man, the woman was also no one of importance. She was a prostitute who had been disowned by her mother and, according to the autopsy, she had been two months into a pregnancy.

With the careful way the organs were extracted, police begin to wonder if the killer is connected to the organ trafficking business. They certainly seem to know their way around a dissection and human anatomy. Perhaps they’re someone in the medical field? It’s anyone’s guess, really.

But from comparing the bodies, they can see a few similarities. The hearts were removed, the eyes were either gouged or covered, and both the man and woman had been dumped in their respective locations after they had been killed. 

As police tell reporters they’re working to solve this case, someone brings up a valid question. Are there any other bodies out there that have yet to be discovered?

Police don’t want to assume that this killer’s body count is higher than what they’ve already found, but it’s a possibility they can’t scratch off the list. The killer targeted unimportant people, but who knows where and when they’ll strike next. If they can kill a pregnant woman so viciously, what’s stopping them from moving onto children? The elderly? 

They must be stopped. 

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Jade Leech loves humans.

He loves their weaknesses, their vulnerabilities, their anatomy, their taste. There really isn’t anything special about his murders. He doesn’t do it for the thrill or because he’s trying to prove an outlandish point. He does it simply because he’s hungry. Because regular meals can no longer satisfy him and humans are so easy to capture and dismantle. 

Azul and Floyd do not know of his obsession and he intends to keep it that way. Both lead promising lives and his is so shrouded in darkness. Should a day come when he’s caught, it would spell trouble for those around him. Floyd has his face; the amount of hate and ostracism he’ll receive will certainly crush him. Azul’s business might even go down with Jade. After all, no one wants to be associated with a serial killer. Therefore, Jade has resolved to hide this world-altering secret from his brother and friend.

He wears a mask to hide his sharp teeth. He makes sure to take transformation potions so that the effect won’t wear off and his monstrous form won’t be exposed to humans. He is polite and respectful—an upstanding member of human society. He keeps his distance, he blends in with the crowd, and he only ever targets those who have been cast aside by society. Rejects in his eyes—people who are no longer cared for by the world. What poor, fragile things. Jade will be sure their sacrifices are not in vain. He will make an adequate meal out of them, and whatever’s left can serve as fertilizer for his dear plants and mushrooms. 

Although it is comical to throw a bone to the police every now and then. The two bodies he dumped—one in the river and the other in a waste bin in some dingy alley—didn’t taste edible at all. He supposes that’s what happens when humans ruin their bodies with alcohol and drugs and other harmful substances. They were of no use to him. They could not feed him. What sorry lumps of human flesh. They weren’t even worth becoming fertilizer.

He meets you through Azul. You’re Azul’s personal fitness trainer and every morning the two of you set off on your mile run. It kills Azul and he hates it, but he does it anyways because a good businessman ought to stay in shape. You’re so encouraging; you match Azul’s pace, you tell him it’s okay to take breaks, and you praise him for doing well. Your behaviors are genuine and kind; you care for Azul and his health. And after a year of this routine, it seems like Azul cares for you, too. 

Jade accompanies the two of you on your runs sometimes, as will Floyd if he’s feeling it. Azul can’t stand it when the two of them join in and he’ll get quite defensive about his reasoning whenever Floyd pokes fun. Jade finds it amusing to see Azul grow flustered and huffy over something so simple. It’s very cute. What’s cuter, though, is you. You’re not a reject, you’re important, you have connections. You’re conscious of your health, you treat your body carefully, and you’re very capable. You are, in Jade’s mismatched eyes, a premium meal. 

When you reach the end of your run, sweaty and thoroughly energized, and you lift your shirt to wipe at your face Jade can’t help staring at your stomach. It’s cute; you’re cute. Every inch of you, from top to bottom, has him salivating. He wonders what face you might make as he slices into you with deadly precision. What will your blood taste like? What will your heart taste like? What noises will you make? Will you scream and cry? Will you fight him? 

Alas, his interest in you is troublesome. People will notice when you go missing. They will come looking. They care about you. Jade supposes that securing high-quality ingredients will prove to be a challenge. This isn’t like the others he’s killed and eaten. This is different; this is risky. But he can’t stop his thoughts from running wild as he observes you from afar, noting how you move, how you interact with other humans, how you light up when you cheer for Azul.

He must plan accordingly if he wishes to take you for himself. In the meantime, he’ll have to settle for street food. 

Jade will have you. It’s only a matter of time. Patience is key, after all, and a skilled hunter like himself knows how to wait for the perfect opportunity to strike.

And when he does finally steal you away after months and months of preparation and practice, you’re horrified. Understandably so, considering his hobby is not legal or morally correct. He’ll console you in a soft voice, but it doesn’t do anything to soothe the fear. Now that you see him without his mask it becomes clear that he’s not entirely human. No human could have sets of teeth that sharp. His teeth are designed for shredding the toughest of flesh. 

You learn that he’s the serial killer everyone’s been talking about on the news. You also learn that his motive isn’t to kill you for the fun or thrill of it. He intends to dissect you, devour every possible organ and limb he can until all that remains are your bones and gallons of drained blood. He’s insane. And when he forces some strange liquid down your throat and you feel yourself growing numb and tired, you plead with a heavy tongue. He’s looking over you like a butcher readying his knives and, as desperation and fear mount, you blurt the first excuse that pops into your head.

You tell him you’re pregnant.

And why should that matter? Jade does not care about pregnancy or human children. But when he sees the tender way you hold your stomach, tears staining your pretty skin, he feels...something. Perhaps he’s conflicted. Perhaps the sight warms his cold heart. 

“Pregnant.” He repeats the word slowly, testing it on his tongue. “You’re pregnant.”

“I am!” You force your eyelids open, willing yourself to stay awake. The moment you fall asleep is the moment your life ends. You can’t let that happen. “I found out a f-few weeks ago. So please don’t do this. Y-You can kill me if you want, but please wait until the baby’s born. Please...”

Nine months. That’s the normal gestation period for human young. Nine months is a long time to wait for a premium meal. He’ll certainly grow restless within the first few months. What is he meant to do with your child once it’s born? Is he meant to devour them as well? He really has no use for a child, but if it’s yours he can make an exception for you. 

“Who is the father?”

“A-Azul.”

"Hm.” His eyes cloud over with an unreadable emotion. “Is Azul aware of this?”

“Not yet. I... I was going to tell him soon.”

Jade frowns. Things just became far more complicated than he anticipated. 

“Very well.” He sets his tools aside, peering down at you on the metal examination table. “You will live for nine months. I shall care for you up until the day you give birth.” His hand lingers on the largest knife in his collection, a subtle warning. “I’m certain you already know the consequences that come with an escape attempt.”

You nod frantically, weakly struggling in your restraints. “T-Thank you! Thank you so much!”

Jade's scrutinizing gaze travels from your face to your throat to your abdomen, and he lifts your shirt to observe your stomach. And then he looks back at you and, in a gentler tone, says, “What would you like for dinner? I’ll prepare something nutritional for you.”

You list a random food, slurring the words incoherently, before your eyes shut altogether and you succumb to the sedative.

You’ll have a few months to work out an escape—if one is even possible. Pray that Jade does not discover your lie in the meantime. If he learns that you are not truly pregnant...

It’s a race against the clock and Jade’s perceptive intelligence. 

Scenario: Sirrius catches Sydney and PC in the act but they're too close to stop. Sydney is hiding his face in PCs shoulder but his hips havent even slowed.

love this (also long time no see lol)

MDNI

Sydney X Gn! Reader

Sydney is a godly being, in your eyes. His body toned and soft pulls in and out of you, thrusting just right and hitting all of your best spots. His mouth whispers curses and prayers alike into the shell of your ear and his teeth occasionally find themselves grazing your neck amongst it all.

His cock fills you like nothing else and you wonder if maybe the temple was right, because the two of you press so close together that it’s almost as though you are one. You join together in an unholy union so holy that you cannot help but think that heaven has found a place amongst the mortals, in whispered passions and unions of the flesh.

“Ffffuck, angel…t-taking me so—aah—well,” His voice is a breathy whimper against you and he can feel you clench hard around him in response.

His grip on your hips is tight as he fucks your hole with ever increasing fervor. His fat head presses into the place that makes you see stars and a broken pleasured sob tears its way out of your throat.

Perhaps you were too loud, or the bed was thumping too hard, or maybe it was just plain bad luck, but you’re crying out and coming hard around Sydney’s cock right as Sirris walks in.

And Sirris freezes because this is his house and how else is he supposed to react and oh my fucking god you guys aren’t stopping. Whatever broken sense of morality your science professor has starts crossing the line when he sees his kid fucking another one of his students, but Sirris can’t seem to move and his voice is stuck in his throat because you’re whimpering in humiliation and Syd has his face buried in the crook of your neck from the embarrassment but his hips are still moving and his arms move to wrap around your waist to pull you onto him harder.

“S-Sirrrrris, (you’re fucked dumb and it’s obvious to everyone in the room) give us’a min—fuck fuck fuck don’t stop—minute, ‘kay?”

Where you got the audacity to talk to Sydney’s dad (and your science instructor, you remember belatedly) like that is a mystery, but your mind is empty and all you can think of is Sydney. His hair tickling the back of your neck and the vice-like grip he has on your waist and his cock filling you up so so good and then he thrusts upward and suddenly you aren’t thinking at all.

Sydney and Sirris are very obviously father and son, but the way they both look at your fucked-dumb face only proves it more.

Sydney can’t take it anymore and cums right there on the spot, painting your insides warm and white while his dad stands right there.

And then, in a hazy post orgasm-bliss, you both realize that he is still standing there.

“Dad?” A weak and embarrassed mumble. You’d never know he was fucking you stupid a moment before by his tone of voice.

“Um…” A tense anticipation mixed with fearful anxiety fills the room.

“I…I brought snacks, if you guys want them.”

Oops...!

[REDACTED] did not like the way you looked at Angel whoops.

Time to be crushed by both his pokemon and his sledgehammer

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Redacted is from a visual novel called 14 days with you by @14dayswithyou

Really cool game

This would give me a heart attack jesus fucking christ I love it

I have never seen Pokemon this visceral and terrifying, please even if you’re not a fan WATCH HISUIAN SNOW!!!

It’s a beautiful and epic experience!

Summer is in so this means I got infinite freetime to do shit

Help idk what to draw but I dont feel like opening requests

Dying rn

OMG PEONY SO PRETTY

I AM SO BESIDE MYSELF RN SIMPLE WORDS CANNOT EVEN BEGIN TO DESCRIBE THE SHEER AMOUNT OF LOVE AND ADMIRATION I FEEL FOR THESE IMAGES 😭💞❤️‍🔥💖💘💕💓❤️‍🩹💝🥰

THANK YOU x10,000 AGAIN @k-okla FOR ALLOWING ME TO COMMISSION YOU AND FOR DRAWING MY GIRL SO BEAUTIFULLY!! 2023 is already off to a great start thanks to you!! 🥰💖

Short king❤️❤️❤️❤️✨✨

Commission for @thiefkingyall and their adorable OC Izzy ( ´ ▽ ` )

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Bonded pair, do not separate.

The winners for the polls were gore, Mystery OC, and Dawsin! Y'all were THIS CLOSE to getting nsfw of them but it didn't work out!! Guess you'll just have to fuck them in-game ANYWAY this is completely inaccurate and couldn't even DREAM of being canon, Dawsin is incredibly harmless. Unless, of course, you were to hurt one of his loved ones :33 He and the other creature are a bonded pair, important to mention he wasn't drawn with his proper colors, he is exclusive uwu Also his other half is a massive masochist so he'd be having fun anyway

Sketch in between study time

Remembering that post where James wore a muzzle and the one he is tied up made me curious on how Eve would deal with it?

Like a child approaching a big scary dog, admiring it but not getting too close, just in case he bites.

In this case, she finds it a bit hot so she doesnt react right away. She trembles a lot here cuz she is understandably scared.

Still no clue if James would let her have her prosthetic or not

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Quotes that might be hard to read

Eve,up right: "why are you angry at me?..."

Bit more down: "Are you angry at me? Sorry sorry sorry"

And but to the right :"srry pls dont hate me.. or kill me.. or abandon me.."

And down left : "we are just going to sleep right?...right???"

(Lol no)

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I just wanted some escapism from exams that are coming up again. Pardon the low quality and the changing art style.

And the weird faces

Anyways

James---> @hotpinkmoon

Eve -> @cloudishmagma

Fuck you, now you get to see it in video form, because fuck you.