1. Autism. Okay That's Not All But Apparently Every Few Years I Need To Sink My Teeth In Some Kind Of

1. Autism. Okay that's not all but apparently every few years I need to sink my teeth in some kind of media and keep it obsessed about for another couple of years, and last year it was helluva boss than this year hazbin hotel. Both in the same universe and boom I thinking about 24h a day.

2. Autis- no I kidding. it's because there's isn't a lot of x male reader fics with a female character or a genderbend one, specially ones that are good, so I said "fine I do it myself"

Although I don't write as much as I want to, but that's another hole story.

already asked some of you but I want more views on this so...

to everyone who sees this post, if you don't mind helping me out on my project for uni about fandom:

why did you decide to join the fandom?

if you make fanart/fanfiction/any other form of fan content, what was your motivation for making it?

Domestic Disturbance

𝕀 𝕕𝕚𝕕𝕟'𝕥 𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕀 𝕙𝕒𝕕 𝕒 𝕒𝕔𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥, 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕀 𝕙𝕒𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕨𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕝𝕠𝕝

𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: 𝕍𝕚𝕠𝕝𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕖, 𝕘𝕠𝕣𝕖, ℕ𝕖𝕠-ℕ𝕒𝕫𝕚 (𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕚𝕖𝕤 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕕𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕣𝕪), 𝕍𝕒𝕝𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕒.

The van came to a full stop, the back doors opening to let the killer out on a alleyway, buildings similar to old European ones being the things that didn't let him see the sky. The driver didn't even say nothing and drove away, but it was expected. He had to follow another voice.

"Great, mi Matador, just go straight ahead and do what your born to do~" Valentina sultry voice came in the air piece like a siren call, sending goosebumps in him. He walked forward while trying to ignore the strange feeling in his chest that made it look like she was breathing down his ear, and the fact he didn't know if he enjoyed or not.

The cannibal town looked a lot more sweet than what he would expect, not as clean as Vox clean offices but certainly more welcoming, it was full of flowers and street lamps that made the place look 50 years older.

A tall fence blocked his way, a crude graffiti saying "This way dumbass".

He jumped up and fell down on a backyard, his foot barely making a sound on the fake grass. The sign seemed to be for someone else too as another person stood in the middle.

Strangely it wasn't a cannibal, the way his clothes looked more wannabe military showed it. Strange runes fillied his fur, but the swastika made it all clear.

" Yo, that's our turf n- no wait he isn't black, why the fuck would anyone be?" He talked to himself, clearing his throat and saying the same line slightly different.

"Seems like someone wants to be the protagonista. Oh, no, no, no~ give him a taste of inferior race."

The killer looked around, finding a hedge trimmer in the ground near a bush. He grabs it and sneaks his way to the cat like being, giving a deep breath to prepare himself.

Closing the hedge, it cuts the neo-nazi back, agony leaving his mouth as he turns around for a punch. Thinking quick on his foot the killer opens and closes the trimmer on the hand and cuts it clean off, as the cat screams more. "FUCKING FAG-"

He falls forward slightly but it's enough for the killer to put the blades on the nazi neck and close on it. It proved to be harder as the man flapped his arms around trying to stop the killer to no success. His eyes getting void of life as a sick crunch sound comes with his head falling on the ground, his limp body following suit.

He cringed as he watched the body, blood staining the grass like a new coat of paint on a wall.

"Ah, perfeito~ almost had a accident here~" she chuckles in a deep voice. "Cmon, I think it's time for the real deal. Go for the other fuckers with stick up their asses!"

He didn't need to be told twice as the windows filled with light with whispers on it. He grabbed the dead man's head and ran to the other fence, falling in another alleyway that lead to a proper little park. He walked along the shadows as a street lamp gave way to other people seeing the commotion. A guard stayed on the entrance of the alleyway, saying for people to be away. Another perfect opportunity as Valentina would say, although the killer would see it as more ways to ruin this place.

He ran the open trimmer on the man back, this time stabbing to the other side. A grunt came from the cannibal as he tried pushing the blade back. The killer closed the blade, struggling but managing to cut the man spine in half. The body folded on itself, the head hitting his own boots as he looked around panicking without moving.

"Creative today aren't we~ that's why I love you good boy~ But careful, we got company." he looked to his side as she finished her phrase, three cannibals with spiked canes and knifes running his way. The killer ran through the small park, jumping to the small trees in the middle and hiding in the shadows. He climbed up as he could still hear them.

"Grab the Bastard, he shall serve as the next feast!" One said, far away for him to do anything.

"Don't hide little mouse, you can't be there forever. Let's just talk like civil beings." A lady with a maniac grin said as she patted her own cane. Still too far.

"Rosie will love Immigrant meat, I just know it!" One younger said with a knife, just close enough.

The killer jumped down from the tree, trimmer closed as it ran through the young adult nape and forced him on his knees. A grueling noise came as he tried to scream, unable though the blood on his mouth. The killer struggled to remove the blade but managed, just in time to get jumped on by the old cannibal.

"I show you a lesson you will not forget!" The knife he holds stabbed at him, but the killer managed to puts his arms on the way, still making in grunt in pain. The old man kept stabbing like a maniac, the killer not having a lot to defend himself. That's when he looked away and saw the other knife. He grabbed it, receiving a blade on the torso, probably Hitting something important, but he gritted his teeth and cut the cannibal neck, showering him in blood. He pushed the old man back and stabbed both of his eyes, making sure he was down, and jumped away from a attack. The cannibal head exploded as the cane hit it, the lady looking at him with a death stare. "Soulless maniac!" She went for a vertical attack as he dodged to the side, pushing his knife to the woman's abdomen. He holded her arm as he kept stabbing, the woman falling to her knees as he pushed the blade up to he chest and letting her go.

He holds his chest while resting on a tree, pain running through him like the adrenaline, both keeping him alive and up, but that was near it's finish line.

"Alright, the footage his good I say. Just do me a favor and light that store on the back on fire good boy~"

He limped his way to it, the store being one full of old electronics. A unlit Molotov sit hidden underneath a hot dog stand with a match. He tried lighting it up but failed, falling on the ground on his butt, and tried again more focused, this time the fire filling the paper. He got up and broke the door window with his elbow, throwing the Molotov inside and starting a great flame. He limped away to the street, but stopped as cannibal ran his way, mist them a lady on the back stood up with being a lot taller than the others. He couldn't see with a clear vision but she wore lot's of reds, almost like another trace of blood on the street. A honking scared him as he look behind to the van, the guard grabbing him by the arm and throwing him inside. The van speed away, the guard patching the killer up like a thousand times before. It all seemed like a regular case but... Why it felt so different?

I couldn't resist.

Ummm... To the anon who sent me this request,

That is a very wholesome request I'll tell you that! ............(But toph is blind)

Ｄｅａｒ Ｇｏｄ

lil b&w Queen B sketch this month for @artemisgrayy 🩵

Full Moon dropped, it was a good episode.

"No John, you HAVE to do the requests, imagine spending so much time waiting!"

My dumbass: