I'm Sorry, But Every Time I Think About LJ Smut, All I Can Think About Is Using His Nose As A Fucking

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You guys are Jeff the killing me

In prison AU, I feel like darling would be an young cop in training and with not very much experience and that Darling just got out of college and just started the work. The reason why they hired Darling in an such dangerous prison (Probably the most dangerous prison as there's demons and ghosts and insane man) is because just like in the Mental Asylum AU, Darling is very good the job and pretty good at it.

Well those are my thoughts but I would like to hear yours words at the Darling in this AU, If you don't mind😊 .

Something Short (Prison AU Introduction)

Warning: Criminals, death row, rape and sexual assault mentioned, murder, violence, cannibalism, graphic descriptions of crimes, mental disorders, mental instability, sadism, apathy, sexual themes, robbery, drug use, sexual harassment, short tempers, big sentences I'm talking life, massacres and more. This AU is not for the faint of heart.

Yep! I didn't do all of them (I think I left out 2 people, but besides that they're all here.)

I feel like you would be having a paid internship at the maximum security prison due to you being the best cop at the college you're attending.

Here's what you need to know.

Jeffery Woods. A man in his early 30s, arrested for multiple accounts of serial Murder, Mutilation, Kidnapping, Torture, Stalking, Vandalism, Arson, Breaking and entering, Parricide, Drug use and rape. He has the reputation of assaulting, mocking, teasing and harassing guards. Jeff is often in solitary confinement, but that doesn't stop him from his usual actions. Has to be kept away from Jane Elizabeth Arkensaw due to them activity starting fights. He is deemed one of the deadliest prisoners. During your internship, he will be one of the prisoners you'll be interacting to help sharpen your skills. He will by far be one of if not the hardest to interrogate.

Tobias Erin Rogers. A man in his late 20s arrested for Serial murder, Torture, Vandalism, Arson, Stalking, Patricide, Breaking and Entering, Kidnapping, and suspected of multiple accounts of sexual assault but is yet to be confirmed. Currently sentenced to life in jail with possibility of parole after serving a minimum of 30 years. He suffers a handful of disorders and quite often causes trouble for both staff and other inmates. He struggled with controlling his emotions and his impulsive behavior which often leads to himself, inmates and staff to be harmed. Despite this, you will be interacting with him during your internship due to him being able to get a long with staff for a short period of time if he finds them "hot." Warnings, don't get too attached, don't believe most of the things he says, don't give or take anything from him, and don't let his suffering fool you. He has a history of using his suffering against others and actually led to him escaping when he was first sent here when he was 19, and they didn't capture him again until last year when he turned 27.

Liu Woods, also known as Homicidal Liu. A man in early to mid 20s, arrested for Serial murder, stalking, kidnapping, robbery, breaking and entering, assault, and vandalism. Currently serving a a sentence of 50 years but has a chance of parole once he serves 20. Liu is the little brother of Jeffery Woods, and after Jeffery almost murdered him, he developed an alter ego named Sully. Lui is is relatively quiet, observant, possessive and violent. But his violence gets worse when he's Sully. Lui normally doesn't harm guards or prisoners unless provocted, but he has attacked them with no apparent reason on multiple accounts. Liu is one of the prisoners you will be seeing often due to you working mostly in his section of the prison, where most of the pastas are such of Eyeless Jack and Toby. Warning when dealing with Liu, watch your words and actions, DO NOT touch anything of his unless it's a danger to him or others, and don't asked him too much about his past due to it being his biggest trigger in becoming Sully. If you're dealing Sully, be extremely careful, don't make sudden moves and don't anger him. Sully is extremely violent, sadistic but oddly childish. Sully is supposedly a seven year old according to both himself and Liu, so treat him as an extremely dangerous child.

Helen Otis, also labeled The Bloody Painter. A man between the ages for 25 to 35, arrested for Serial murder, kidnapping and breaking and entering. He culprit of both the 1994 school massacre and a murder case in 2003. He is sentenced to 45 years without parole. Helen is extremely apathetic, cold and selfish. Despite this however, he can be polite, a gentleman. All of his murders represent some form of art, using the blood of his victims to create beautiful work at every crime scene. Helen is two faced, meaning that his gentleman front is an act, nothing genuine. Helen doesn't fight staff or prisoners, only attacking if they were to attack him first. He's known to be polite to both staff and prisoners, even flirting with some of the staff members. You'll be using Helen's cases as a way to practice investing crimes scenes, and you'll be interacting with Helen occasionally in order to figure out the motives behind his murders. Warnings when interacting with Helen, don't fall for his manipulation, don't fall for his charm and never allow yourself or him to go off topic.

Eyeless Jack. A demon is what he is. Not a human, not a ghost, but a demon sent from hell. EJ's age is unknown, we don't how long he's been commiting his crimes or even how long he's been around. But, relying on appearance alone, he appears to be a 24 year old humanoid with no eyes. Ej is charged with serial murder, cannibalism, kidnapping, breaking and entering, and stalking. EJ's sentence is life in prison without parole and the judge is consider the death sentence. Ej doesn't talk much, always watching the other prisoners with hunger written on his face. He's often wearing a mask, but when he isn't you can see the Eyeless sockets and if he opens his mouth, the hundreds of tentacle like tongues he has. No staff member is allowed to be alone with EJ due to him in the past immediately murdering and eating the staff members' organs. EJ is known to be cruel, sadistic, highly intelligent and scarily patient, he's a predator. During your internship, you won't be interacting with EJ unless told, and even then you won't be allowed alone with him. But you can't shake off the feeling someone is following or watching you. Is that... Blood?

Laughing Jack. Another demon we holp in or facility. To be honest, we don't even know if he's a demon or an imaginary friend gone real, we really don't know. We don't know his age or how he manifested. Even if we rely on his appearance, we can't determine how old he might be. Jack is arrested for serial murder, torture, mutilation, kidnapping, and breaking and entering. Jack is extremely playful and childish, his main victims being families, but mostly their children, he claims he's a child's best friend, he's also evil, sadistic, cruel, and an overall mystery to us. He is sentenced to life in prison, but even then he has escaped multiple times. You won't be interacting with Jack at all during your internship, due to his case still being looked into and more and more charges are being found for him. But every day he finds you, talking to you, showing you tricks, being playful and entertaining, but you can't ignore the look in his eyes. You don't exactly know how to explain it, but whatever it, his plans for you are far from innocent fun.

Timothy Wright. A man in his early to mid 30s, arrested for serial Murder, Stalking, trespassing, kidnappings, rape, vandalism, breaking and entering, and arson. Sentenced to life in prison with possibility of parole after serving a minimum of 30 years. Tim is quite the unstable prisoner, often seen yelling and cursing and fighting people oen minute, and muttering, pulling at his hair, screaming and crying the next. Tim suffers from both schizophrenia and MPD, and due to us restricting his meds so he wouldn't abuse them causes him to be, uncontrollable. Tim has an alter ego named Masky. While Tim is more calm yet violent and moody and often in some form of distress, Masky is short-tempered, violent, sadistic, and an awful man. Whenever Tim is Masky he claims he doesn't even remember the stuff he did, but he describes it as him blacking out. Tim isn't out often so during your internship you'll mostly be interacting with Masky, not Tim. If your interacting with Tim, don't think for a second he's nicer or safer. Tim can be rude, mean, manipulative and violent, but with Masky it's at a whole different degree. When dealing with Timothy, don't fall for his manipulation, tricks, charms, nothing. In the past he's been known to have lighters, cigarettes, guns and other things just from having one conversation with a guard. If Tim starts become more and more unstable, leave and call a hard to take him back to his cell to calm down. You have to have Strong skin if you're gonna deal with Tim/Masky. He's ruthless, blunt, sadistic and will make you cry and breakdown, all for his amusement. He often fights with Tobias and yells at his 'friend' Brian, who often either ignores him and mocks him.

Brain Thomas. A man in his early to mid 30s, arrested for Stalking, serial Murder, Theft, Kidnapping, suspected of sexual assault but is yet to be confirmed, vandalism, hacking, blackmail, breaking and entering, arson and torture. Sentenced to life in prison with possibility of parole after serving a minimum of 30 years. Brian also has an alter ego by the name of Hoodie. Brian is often quiet, observant and keeps to himself most of time, mostly only interacting with Tim and a few others but tends to be by himself in his cell most of the time. He has a reputation of being a charmer and a flirt with the guards only to use them to get stuff such as phones and cameras. What he needs the camera's for, we don't know. Hoodie on the other hand rarely talks. And when he does it's slightly deeper than Brian's voice. Hoodie is way more hostile and alert than Brian, and unlike Tim, Brian remembers everything that he does while as Hoodie. When you interact with Brian, don't listen to words, don't fall for his charms, and more specifically, don't fall for his blackmail. It's not sure how, but Brian has dirt on everyone who works at the prison, and anyone who hasn't followed his orders became another victim to his blackmail. Brian, just like his co-workers Tobias and Tim, is very sadistic and cruel, and surprisingly apathetic. He admitted that everytime his victims would cry or tell him how bad of person he was, he'd only smile and laugh and told them that he didn't care. When dealing with Brian, don't talk too much, and don't talk too little. Brian is a gather, an interrogator, he knows how to get info by any means.

Benjamin Lawman, also known as Ben Drowned. A man in his between the ages of 18 and 23. Ben is a ghost, or more a vengeful spirit, but he's like a human, being able to touched and seen. Ben was charged with serial murder, kinda of a cult leader, drug use, kidnapping, hacking, vandalism, torture, stealing government files, tampering of evidence, and suspected of rape but is yet to be confirmed. He is also on death row but the judge is considering possibly taking him out if he's willing to help them with tech, but by how things are going so far Ben is stuck on death row. Ben is a sadistic, apathetic, oppressive, controlling, perverted, master manipulator who literally doesn't give a shit about anything. His mugshot was like those teenage dirtbag videos you see on TikTok. Ben is known for starting power outages, corrupting camera footage, sexually harassing staff and making the prisoners in the other half of the prison his bitch just by manipulating them. Ben doesn't see prison as prison, he sees it as a small little vacation, the only thing missing is the tech and drugs. You are forbidden from interacting with Ben due to him being a high level threat. Those who have to interact with him remove any and all tech, including walkies and watches. Ben is held in a special cell, with him cuffed and against the wall. When you walk into his room, his glitched out voice erupted into laughter and he has a deranged smile on his face. He's extremely close with Jeffery and EJ, all them being trialed together and sentenced together. When he heard about you from Jeffery, he paid you a little visit on the camera feed, even walking out of the computer and touching you. They thought moving the computers to a different building would stop him, nope! If you ever were to run into Ben, protocol is to do what he says and get out as soon as possible. Ben loves how hot you are, he mainly wants your ass. Ben wants you purely for his own pleasure, both sexually and physically, he wants to hurt and fuck you so bad, but until he gets the chance to work with you, he must wait.

Jonathan Blake, or popularly known as The Puppeteer. A ghost between the ages of 20 to 30. An evil spirit. Charged with serial murder, Stalking, Breaking and Entering, and Abuse. He's been sentenced to life in prison without possiblity of parole. The Puppeteer is a dangerous and hostile being, in the past having interns and staff who struggled with their mental states to kill themselves after interacting with him only once. Due to this, you'll be getting a mental evaluation to see if you're classified to interact with him during your internship here. The Puppeteer does tend to be quite an emotional rollercoaster, sometimes he randomly enters states of rage and confusion before shutting down. We don't know much about his past, any time we tried asking he'll either be confused or enter a state of rage. If you are classified to interact with him, here's what you need to know. We don't call him Jonathon, he doesn't respond to the name, it's possible he might've blocked out his memories, so we call The Puppeteer, since that's what he responds to. Don't let him get to your head. The Puppeteer is infamous for the mass suicides in the area. He's extremely manipulative and also a charmer, so it's important not to fall for his antics. We does have two confirmed accomplices, but we are yet to confirm who exactly they are, nor have we caught them. One day during your internship you were caught by, golden strings? That's when you saw him. He claims that you were too beautiful to kill, but you would be perfect as a puppet. His mindless, emotionless puppet. Be careful around him, very careful.

The ”cigarettes daydreams you were only 17” is such a perfect song for Toby in my opinion like he was still a kid as far as i remember by the time Everything went down Hill and his Everything is just all in all so tragic

I listened to the song. The lyrics are pretty fitting I must agree! Like watching Toby drift into isolation and madness. The boy must be so traumatized deep inside. You can say the tall man in the woods gave him happiness by making him forget his life. Ignorance is bliss lul.

Posted it on my patreon first! I’m becoming a fan of human Peter. I kinda wanna draw more of him, but we’ll see.

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Writers!! Describe your current WIP(s) in the most boring way possible. I want to see this skdjfkdfhk

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From Where the Land Meets the Sea - Prologue

[GN!Reader]

[Warnings: There's some body horror in here.]

[AN: Here's the prologue to the book version of my silly quiz series I made on quotev. Check that out if you want. I've always wanted to make a full book version, and I hope to do that,,, well, now. So, here you go. 1523 words <;3 ]

Full Index

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3

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Your mouth felt as if cotton had made its home inside it as you opened your eyes to the ceiling. They feel dry, much too dry. Pretty little colors danced behind your eyelids as you swiped the back of your hand across them to dust the sleep away. Red, purples, greens, yellows and even tinges of blues filled your vision for but a fraction of a moment before you opened your eyes once more to the world around you. As you smacked your lips, your hand reached around haphazardly for the bottle of water you kept on the nightstand. Under your palm as you gripped the plastic bottle, the water felt too warm, much like the temperature of your room. 

You unscrewed the top and slowly sat up to really get a look at your bedroom. You knew that you wouldn’t be away forever, but you’d never really spend that much time away from home before. You took a quick sip, pleased at how the liquid cooled your tongue and wet your mouth full of cotton, then placed it back down on the nightstand. Moonlight danced through the open window of your bedroom. It was bright with the slightest hue of blue and illuminated everything that you needed to see. Your room had grown up alongside you, interests shifting from one thing to another with ghosts of the things you loved lining the shelves - some tucked away in the closet, under the bed and in the backs of drawers you had no intent of exploring or letting see the light of day. 

Your body felt as if it was covered in sweat, a blanket in itself. With a small scowl, you threw the blankets off your lower half and sprawled out much like a starfish. You gazed upwards and began to count the small plastic stars that lined your ceiling. They used to be much greener. Now, they held slight marbling from sun bleaching like polished jade, pale, ethereal. Some had fallen down throughout the years. You can tell by the spots they’d left, and how you filled them with planets instead. Mercury. Venus. Earth. Mars. Jupiter. Saturn. Uranus. Neptune. Pluto too, even if Pluto wasn’t considered a planet anymore. You could recall putting these up with your family. 

‘It’s only midnight?’ You mentally whispered to yourself as you moved your eyes sluggishly from the plastic stars to the glowing green numbers of your clock. It certainly didn’t feel like it. The night seemed to wane almost as if it was timeless. Would the morning sun ever meet your gaze? You closed your eyes softly and took in a slow, deep breath. Your thoughts unfurled from the corners of your mind and ran wild in your head. Spatially, you were aware of the way your room had been packed up semi-neatly into brown boxes varying in size, many of them plastered with your last name. You sighed. What an odd world you’d be thrusted into in less than 24 hours. 

Letting your mind wander, you thought about the things that university would bring to you that you could not get when staying at home. There were many things to be excited about! Your major, for one. Clubs, meeting new people, a certain amount of freedom and getting a brief taste of adulthood while still being ultimately comfortable. You hadn’t been able to speak to your roommate yet. Deep down inside, you knew that they would be lovely. Your intuition seldom ever lied. As you pondered what the oncoming days would entail, you let a small bout of anxiety gnaw away at your thoughts. It had been an unwelcome resident since you began applying for universities. Would you be up to the task that was growing up?

You threw your forearm over your tired eyes and softly groaned. Gods, you didn’t want to think about that now. You’ve wanted to go to university since you first stepped into high school, but now that you lay on the eve of leaving and spreading your wings, you found yourself stuttering in thought once more. It was more than daunting to leave the comfort of a home you’ve always known. 

You exhaled deeply and let your eyes gaze longingly around your room once more. You can smell the rolls of tape. The cardboard boxes. This isn’t the last night you’ll ever have in this house, but it will be the last before a long interlude. Through your doubts and restlessness, your body willed itself back to a dazed state and allowed sleep to blanket your tired form. ‘So much for staying up,’ mumbled your inner voice before succumbing. Your breath was slow and peaceful. Crickets on the brink of autumn played gracefully accompanied by the gentle breeze through the trees. 

Your dreams have always been interesting for as long as you began writing little notes about them as a child. This one? The dream your head had conjured up was something warm and familiar. You could see your house like a watercolor painting, gentle and soft. It sung of your presence. Your mother’s voice rang through the halls, sugary sweet and soft like honey as she chided your father for one thing or another. You could feel your body move forward before you rested upon your couch. Next to you was the man your mother had been poking fun at. A jovial grin was on his lips as his mouth moved to shoot back teases his wife’s way, though the words did not match with the movements of his lips. 

Their voices were some of your most treasured sounds in the world. Their laughter and the love they showered you in was all you needed to feel to know you were home. 

The dream would have remained peaceful if the visages of your loved ones had stayed theirs. Your mother had rounded the corner about to take her seat next to you when you felt your father’s hand on your shoulder. His eyes had glazed over paired with something of a blank expression, a soft smile that felt more than menacing as he stared straight through you. The hairs on the back of your neck raised as he continued staring, his closed lipped smile growing bigger without showing teeth. You felt your mother’s hand on your other shoulder and whipped your head around to see the same expression on her face. Her eyes were wide, much too wide. 

Rendered frozen, as one often is in dreams quickly turned nightmares, you felt your heart seize. Your mother’s mouth had begun to open; her jaw was wide, large like a snake’s. Your breathing quickened. Her mouth grew wider, lips curled into a painful smile as tears welled in her eyes and streaked in fat drops that rolled down her stretched cheeks. You watched in horror as your sleeping body began to jolt, begging for respite from the unnerving scene. You tried in vain to turn your eyes away, but were forced to watch as a mass of curling, inky black tendrils slithered forth from her throat, the sound of flesh ripping up from her esophagus making your stomach churn. 

The sound of static filled your ears as you finally were granted permission to look away, only to be met with your father’s still smiling face. His eyes were wide as well, but only the sclera were visible. He’d rolled his eyes upwards, so far upwards that if he moved them back any further he could risk snapping his optic nerve. The thought of his optic nerves wound up around his eyeballs like a hair stuck to a sticky lollipop that’d fallen on the floor caused your sleeping body to lurch, spine bending unnaturally off of the bed. 

You felt those inky black tendrils fall along your body, wriggling along you as if they were trying to pull you towards your mother’s gaping maw. You could hear her crying as they pulled against you. Your father’s hands shot out and grabbed at your forearms, pulling hard against you as if he was fighting with your mother against the tendrils that seared into your skin. His lips parted. The static grew louder. Through the fuzzy noise that caused pins in your brain, you could make out the words he desperately attempted to meet your ears. 

“Wake up,” he repeated. “Run,” he begged. “It’s not safe here.” His smile broke as he lunged forwards. Face pressed flush against yours, the inky black tendrils spilled from behind his eyelids. “He finally found you.” 

CRASH

Heart pulled straight from your chest, you woke. Confused, you grabbed at your chest and quickly surveyed the room. Your adrenaline was pumping wildly through your veins as you scrambled and pulled your knees tightly to your chest in a small attempt to self regulate from the horrible nightmare you had. The ringing in your ears was so loud, you could hardly recognize the sounds of a scuffle downstairs, nor did you recognize the tall, pale figure watching you from the tree line with his inky tendrils drawn into the earth like tangled roots ready to swallow you whole. 

1920s Masky ref

”are you more female oriented or male oriented?” bitch im disoriented where the fuck am i