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thinking about sleeping next to astarion

initially, you were always the first to fall asleep

he'd stay awake and watch you as you peacefully slept next to him: a born predator who could pounce on you at any given moment

yet here you were, both eyes closed, snoring the night away

how you had trusted him so quickly, he couldn't understand it

you must've been either really dumb or really trustworthy

maybe a bit of both

he couldn't help but admire your mortality, all those things he had lost over 200 years ago:

the rise of your chest as you breathed;

the warmth of your body next to his;

your eyes visibly moving under your eyelids as you dreamed;

his reveries were often short and restless, filled with memories he wanted nothing to do with

contrarily to your dreams which seemed pleasant for the most part, and your full nights of sleep which ironically didn't always make you fully rested in the morning

it's only after the end of your perilous adventure that you get to see him sleep for the first time

it was a night like any other, in your home in the underdark

you were reading in bed, when you turned aside to notice him sleeping

not a reverie, this man was passed out cold (no pun intended)

truly sleeping

he must've been either thoroughly exhausted or had grown to be so safe in your presence that he allowed himself to finally, truly rest

maybe a bit of both

he looks so cute in this art style

how i see every nagito

is this slenderman

My pagessssssss..... fuckkkkkkkkkkk.....

tried to mimic the mood of a cursed image

komaeda sketches in 2023 (fear emoji)

😏.

Fanart from @aevallare's (whomst I ADORE TERRIBLY~*) fic "Pour One Out", a modern day "Kindred" AU, 2 fics that you should go and read right now immediately!

Bonus pose that I gave up on (cuz the legs just wouldn't. fuckin'. cooperate!!!) under the cut.

Gangster or CEO Dad Levi's morning routine as if written by him:

Wake up to beautiful wife and give her kisses and cuddles

Make love to darling wife until she is in utter bliss (try to get her to orgasm as many times as possible)

Snuggle with wife and give wonderful aftercare and let her know I love her and she's my world.

Shower while pretty wife sleeps for a bit.

Wake up adorable daughter for the day and get her dressed

Let daughter style my hair and put in a cute clip

Take daughter to kitchen table and enjoy amazing wife's cooking.

Give sexy wife thank you kisses and touch her up a little

Take perfect lunch from best wife in the world

Give stunning wife all the kisses and hugs bye and suggest baby no2

Let wife wipe off glitter on my face put on by darling daughter

Give adorable daughter kisses and a cuddle

Say goodbye to the best things in my life.

Miss both during drive to work

Text wife right away as soon as I arrive at work to say I love her and miss her.

this is so underrated

The Master [repost]

Experimental Tarot style featuring the world's favorite vampire!

I've always wanted to try and do tarot art but I was always afraid it would end up boring or not too interesting. I've been working on a few cards in-between work for the last couple of weeks and here's one of the cards. I might still change it or do a completely different one in the near future but for now I really like this technique. I'll gladly hear some opinions too!

Also kind reminder that if you really want to try or do something new, you mustn't let the fear of failure stop you!

Also also, I still have 2 slots open for my next batch of commissions! If you're interested check out the pinned post on my blog or my carrd 15% discount if you book before the 25th!

Y'all have a great day/night !!

xx

Saw this and I knew what had to be done.

i’m really in love with the idea of cuddling with astarion in the morning— sun ever so slightly filtering through the heavy curtains. pulling him close, shifting the blankets around his shoulders. shielding the both of you from the world, just for a tender moment. his skin warmer, heated by your proximity all night.

you and your dreadful little polycule haven't seen the last of me

my pookie

Vampire cavalry 🗡️ Vampire Spawn Horserider concept ✍️ Tried to make it in semi elven/dragon/vampire style and match Astarion’s Dragon Rider armour

Jeff the Killer and Ben Drowned,, mordecai and rigby type beat

They’re going to Burger King after killing a guy

I don't want to have a job

I want a vampire to keep my sequestered in a deep chamber in his palace where he can keep me all to himself 😔

bro they're about to jump me

reader is so me lmao

Coming back home

Pair: Ascended Astarion x F!narrator

CW: isekai-ish, shitty jokes, ridiculous plot, fluff, AA is a HUGE softy, tiny hints of angst, written in first person, named Tav, barely edited.

Summary: I finished the game and went to bed just to wake up next morning as a nobody in Baldur's Gate, where my character Lin conqured the Big Bad Brain and went into eternity with her Ascended Vampire Lord Astarion. I guess i'd better take a look... Oh, now I'm a servant there.

Word count: 4,277.

A/n: Hi there, yesterday i desided to wash my floors and entartained myself with silly little fantasies about my favourite vampire lord. I shared them with my group chat and they liked it, especially @every-lovely so i wrote this mostly fo her and translated it in english for tumblr. That's it. There's a lot of stupid jokes. I don't see this type of MC often, so silly and clumsy not in a cute adorable way. No smut, but some smooches! Preview is a gift screenshot from my precious @velvolktra. Please, enjoy.

I had never been particularly flexible or graceful, so it was not easy to accomplish my task. Squatting down, I tried to reach into the nooks and crannies of the space behind the couch where the sunlight never shone. What I couldn't tell you about the dust and animal hair that crumpled into huge, disgusting balls. The rag kept slipping off the mop, and I struggled to keep my balance in that ridiculous position. But I managed, pulling out the god-knows-what-covered-in rag and dropping it in the bucket of soapy water with disgust. To be fair, the water should have been changed a long time ago: it had more filth in it than the sewage under the city. But I didn't have the energy to do that. I was drenched in sweat, hair sticking to my forehead, my head spinning from the constant bending, but I saw the goal and didn't want to see the obstacles (i.e., the limitations of my mortal body). I found solace in muttering to myself. For example:

"Such a luxurious palace, such important vampire lords, noblemen, almost kings, and their home's covered in filth! Immortal assholes. I wish i could leave you to dig in your own filth."

The biggest problem, however, was the hair. The werewolves, wolves, and bats that had been summoned to serve the vampires molted furiously, leaving tufts of it everywhere. Honestly, you could pick up enough hair from any rug in this palace to make another rug!

"They'd have to comb out their dogs or something... It's unbelievable. I mean, maybe werewolf hair is a delicate spice to the blood diet, but for heaven's sake!" - I grumbled, crawling on all fours across the carpet with the brush.

Despite all my muttering, it wasn't l too bad. I lived in a nice little room, got free food, even had days off! But most importantly, of course, I could see my vampire lord. Who knew that one day, after I'd finished this damn game and gone to bed, I'd wake up in some barn in bloody Rivington!

I couldn't believe my eyes at first, of course. I was... myself, an exact copy of me from the real world. Same voice, same face, same body. I spoke the same language, which, by the way, no one understood. And I had no idea what to do next.

Using the knowledge I'd gained from the game, I snuck into the city and looked around. Everything was... peaceful? I saw a statue of Baldur's Gate's Heroes and my heart skipped a beat. My character, Lin, was one of them. A marvelous gorgeous drow with long braided hair. A scar crossing her eye - I added it after a "lobotomy" from Volo. She was beautiful. So, I thought, the incident with the Netherian brain was a passing phase. The city didn't look destroyed, which meant enough time had passed that it had time to be rebuilt.

I was curious, since Lin became the heroine, does that mean all the other companions ended up the same way as in my playthrough? And naturally, I was eager to find out how was my favorite vampire doing. Maybe he and Lin are traveling around Faerûn right now? Or enjoying eternity in each other's arms in the renovated palace that belonged to Casador? I was curious!

I wandered through the streets and reached the familiar gate. The palace hadn't changed much from the outside, except that the garden beneath the windows was clearly "alive" and well-maintained. Through the lattice fence I could see a piece of the courtyard, a tiny gazebo with a couch hiding in the greenery and flowers. Oh, I was so focused on looking at that garden, imagining how I would spend hours in that gazebo with a book in my hands, that I didn't notice a very annoyed man coming out of the palace.

He tapped on the gate, as if trying to frighten me away, and shouted something to me. The thought came to my mind instantly: pretending to be the world's worst mime, I made some cleaning gestures, pointing my finger at the palace walls. As if asking if they needed a cleaning lady.

The man, a mature man, gaunt and with incredible posture (did he swallow a stick or something) frowned, thought about something, but then opened the gate and unceremoniously dragged me inside. Nudging me, he walked around the palace on the right side and led me through a small, inconspicuous door. Apparently, it was the servants' entrance. I was led through dark corridors to a room with a dozen modest but well-made bunks. The man pointed his finger at one of them - it was my bed now. He sat me down and, I realized, told me to stay put.

I just sat there for a while, staring at the wall. The whole thing was so ridiculous that it was hard to believe. And so all my feelings just shut down. I would have gone into panic convulsions if I'd thought for a second about what was happening to me. And it certainly wouldn't have helped me. So I sat with my hands folded in my lap until the man came back into the room, leading a woman who was almost an exact replica of himself. She examined me meticulously, examined my head (for lice, apparently), put a stack of clothes in my hands, and sent me into the next room, where a large tub of hot water was already standing. The hint was clear to me, the message was unambiguous.

I washed myself, realizing that the lump of odd-smelling... something... was soap. God bless the modern soap making industry. Where are my bottles of strawberry crumble scented shower gels? I got dressed and went out into the shared bedroom. The woman was alone, tapping her foot impatiently on the rough but clean floor.

I was taken to a storeroom, given a mop, a bucket, rags and brushes, soap, and some strange-smelling powder. I followed the woman down another dark corridor, taking the equipment in my hands. Are they saving on torches? Soon we stood in front of some very familiar doors. Solid metal doors decorated with a pattern of rats. I remembered walking through those doors the first time I'd been in the game. I remembered the werewolves and bats, the mountains of corpses and chairs strewn across the floor. It had been a good party. Except now I was greeted by silence and darkness. The curtains were drawn tightly, the air was dense and... dusty. The place had clearly not been visited in a long time.

The woman gave me instructions using only gestures. I was to scrub the floors, clean the carpet, and wipe the dust everywhere. I nodded silently and the woman left. I heard her close the door behind me. And I was alone, in almost total darkness.

I reached the windows almost by feel and opened the curtains. I coughed at the dust that fell from them. In the sunlight, it was clear how dirty the room was. Yes, the furniture was in place, but the floors... There were stains of something... dark everywhere. I walked over to one of them and rubbed it with the toe of my shoe. The dried something barely budged. I sighed heavily. I wondered if it was the dried blood of the very werewolves I'd killed when I was playing as Lin...

So began my life in the palace. I couldn't talk to anyone, no one understood me, and I didn't understand anyone. There was no one to talk to anyway. I hardly saw the other servants or heard them talking among themselves. Men and women, all under 40, slept in the same room. All wore uniforms and all tried to look neat at all times of the day. They were obviously scared of something, and I didn't understand of what. Everyone ate twice a day in the common dining room next to the kitchen, where they cooked their own meals. Unless there was an event planned for the palace, then the cooks hired in the city ran around the kitchen. We, the lowest-ranking servants, were not allowed to leave the common bedroom on such days. It was impossible to sneak out: all the exits were guarded by werewolves to make sure we didn't mess up.

A couple months passed, and I got used to my new life. It was lonely, but bearable. I talked to myself a lot in my own language, so everyone thought I was a little crazy. But I did my job well, getting to the hardest places purely out of stubbornness. In all those months, I never once saw Astarion. Not even out of the corner of my eye. It was a shame, because I'd come to the palace just to see how he was doing. I was beginning to doubt that he lived here, even though I'd heard the older servants speak his name with reverence.

And here we are again back to the beginning of my story. I, in a ridiculous pose, with my ass up and my skirt tucked under the very line of propriety, wet with sweat, covered in dust and dirt, am trying to clean the dried rat droppings from the floor under the couch. Behind me are the stairs leading to the forbidden second floor. In my dogged determination to get to the next stain, I didn't hear the rattle of doors, the pounding of footsteps, or the quiet voice giving orders. A voice so familiar, so close to heart.

I straightened up sharply, brushing the hair off my forehead. If I could, I would have fallen right where I stood, but I was frozen, paralyzed, a stone statue. It was him. Alive (kind of), real. Our eyes crossed. By rights, I should have looked away, bowed, or even fallen to my knees, hiding my eyes in shame (oh, I would have fallen to my knees in front of him...), but I couldn't. A wave of disgust ran across his face. It's what happens when you see a pile of horse shit while walking down the main street of a big rich city. It's unavoidable, but no less disgusting. It didn't even hit me, I wasn't even hoping for a different reaction, it was me, not my beautiful character Lin. I remembered what I looked like, even though I hadn't seen my own reflection in a long time. I know I wasn't beautiful, I never was. That's why I didn't allow any thoughts, not even fleeting fantasies. About anything. Or anyone. So I wasn't even offended or upset by that look of contempt. I was kind of glad. I liked him like that. Authoritative and frank in his contempt. He didn't have to pretend, he could be himself. Just as he was. Just as I remembered him. A charming, magnificent bastard.

The butler, whom Astarion had been giving orders to until I defiled his eyes with my... "beauty", coughed defiantly, glaring at me sternly, and I continued cleaning without holding back a wide grin.

"What's that?" I heard my favorite voice in the world.

"We hired her a couple months ago, my lord. Not a shred of intelligence in her empty head, not a word of common language, no manners, and she looks sloppy and rather ridiculous. But he works hard, I must admit, my lord."

I froze, furrowing my brow. How dare he call me stupid!? Just because I don't speak his language doesn't mean I... Stop! I understood their speech. As clearly and distinctly as I understood my own.

"Hey, girl!? Astarion called out to me.

I straightened, turned to face him, untied the hem of my skirt, and wiped my face with my apron.

"Thank you for the "girl," my lord. I'm about to be in my fourth decade, and I didn't think anyone would ever call me that again."

He frowned, but the corner of his mouth lifted in a crooked grin. The butler looked at me in bewilderment.

"Aren't you a little cocky for a simple washerwoman?" he asked mockingly.

"No intelligence, my lord, and no manners at all," I said, giving the butler a sarcastic jab.

Astarion grinned and walked toward me. He walked smoothly, calmly, freely. I should have been frightened and fallen down, begging for forgiveness, but I stood straight. I was excited, sure, but...peaceful? Such an amazing state of mind. Like I knew I was safe, even though I had no reason to think so.

I didn't see him draw his dagger. The sharp blade came close to my neck, but I didn't move. I smiled, looking at him. Incredibly happy to see him with my own eyes. Even if it was the last thing I would see before I died, it was worth it. With his dagger, he lifted my face, scrutinizing it skeptically. As if there was a reason written somewhere on my face why I wasn't shaking in terror before him, before his power. With each passing moment, I only smiled wider. Up close, he was just...beautiful. I could feel the heat emanating from his body. A living vampire. His eyes shone with a dim scarlet light. His perfectly styled silver curls swayed with the movements of his head. I melted. Completely relaxed. I stopped holding back.

"Don't touch my neck, my lord."

"Why is that?" - He asked, squinting his eyes.

"I might like it too much," I said, smiling stupidly.

He grinned as he continued to stare at me. Something about me made him tense. And it wasn't just my fearlessness.

"Who are you, you insolent washerwoman?"

"I'm just a janitor at the beck and call of my heart, liver, and a little bit of kidneys." I giggled. The situation amused me terribly.

Suddenly he grabbed my face with his free hand and stared at me, leaning in close.

"Who. Are. You?" he growled.

I wanted to touch his cheek, softly, reverently, the way I'd imagined hundreds of nights in a row. To his lips lightly with mine, to press my forehead against his and freeze in that moment for a hundred thousand years. If only I could. Instead, I whispered:

"Look into my mind. You can. As a vampire. Look, and you'll see for yourself."

Nothing happened for a second, and then I could literally feel him tearing through my mind. My countless playthroughs flew before my eyes, every interaction with him and my characters, every warm and sweet thought I had of him. He recoiled abruptly, looking at me with a mixture of bewilderment and disbelief.

"This can't be... What the…"

I grinned bitterly, waved my hands and said sadly:

"Ta-da! That's me. Pretty, huh? Not a stunning drow, of course. I assure you, I'm as disappointed as you are."

I expected anything: rage, disgust, death on sight. But he approached me slowly. Even more slowly, he reached out and touched my cheek with his fingertips. His gaze ran between my eyes, eyebrows furrowed, mouth ajar in surprise.

"Is it really you? Lin? My Lin?"

"Well, technically I'm Lana, a peel from banana, but you could say yes, it's me."

The excitement was making my jokes incredibly stupid, but it was like he wasn't impressed at all. With his other hand, he touched my other cheek and gazed into my eyes, holding my face in his warm palms.

I felt a lump come up in my throat, a shroud of tears blurring my vision, my lips quivering.

"It's me," I whispered, barely audible.

He scooped me up in his arms, nuzzling his face into my neck, not bothered at all that I was dirty and sweaty from the hard work. With trembling arms, I hugged him back and couldn't hold back any longer. I sobbed, I cried, practically screaming, my whole body shuddering, dissolving into the moment. Mine. Mine. Mine! In my arms.

When my howls turned to pitiful sobs, he pulled away and looked at me. The sight must have been terribly pathetic, but he smiled, as gently as I'd imagined, and gently wiped the tears from my cheeks with his sleeve.

"Still the same crybaby. And still the same reckless jokester, I see."

I grinned, averting my gaze, embarrassed by my sudden emotional outburst. He lifted my face with his finger and looked into my eyes again. But now the disbelief on his face was joyful. Like he really couldn't believe his luck that I came back.

"I thought I'd lost you forever. Everything was fine. That shameful Withers' party went disgustingly nice. But right after his last toast, you... just vanished into thin air. One second you were smiling, looking at me, holding a glass of wine in your hand, and the next moment... You're gone, and the wine is soaking into the ground.

His fingertips gently slid down my cheek as he pulled me close with his other hand. I didn't know where to put my hands and played with the clasp on his doublet.

"Apparently it happened because I "finished the game". There was nothing further. Just a black screen and... the end.

We were quiet for a while, and then he nudged me towards the stairs.

"Come on, my love. Let's get you cleaned up."

Passing by the stunned butler, Astarion gave him a couple of orders: to make sure his lady had everything she needed, from private, luxurious quarters to a full closet. And he demanded that a bath be prepared in his chambers.

"But, my lord, what about tonight's reception...?" The confused butler tried to protest, but one piercing glance was enough to silence him, make him bow, and go off to do his errands.

In silence we went up to the master bedroom. We sat on the edge of the huge luxurious bed, he held my hands in his. We didn't say anything, just looked at each other, listening to the servants in the bathroom. When everything was ready, I got up and walked toward the bathroom, but the vampire followed me. I turned around at the door, put my hand on his chest, and hinted unequivocally that I'd be bathing alone.

"Come on, darling, we've been together so many times. I just found you, decades after you disappeared. I'm not letting you out of my arms for a minute."

"Technically, you were with a gorgeous stunningly beautiful drow named Lin, but this potato," I circled my figure with my hands, "you haven't peeled yet, so nope, be a good vampire lord and wait for me in the bedroom. I'll be quick."

Before he could say anything back, I gave him a quick peck on the cheek and disappeared into the bathroom. My heart was racing, I didn't know what to expect. When I felt a new surge of nervousness, I said loudly, so that he could hear me at the door:

"Don't start without me! Or you'll spend the next hundred years with madam palm and her five sisters."

"How vulgar! Not bad for a suburban tavern, but for your new entourage, you'll have to come up with better jokes, my dear."

"I haven't tell all my vulgar jokes yet, so don't deny me the pleasure."

"Oh, I guarantee you all kinds of pleasure."

"And who's being vulgar now?"

He only laughed in response.

I tried to clean myself up as quickly as possible, having had a small panic attack at the sight of the dozens of different jars and vials on the shelves. I'd never be able to sort through them on my own, so I limited myself to the usual (by the standards of the upper classes, of course) soap. It was nice to relax in a hot bath. But I didn't want to keep my vampire waiting too long. There was a lot to discuss, a lot to kiss...

I didn't put on my clothes and wrapped myself in the soft robe. With damp, bare feet, I walked to the door, opened it slightly, and peered into the bedroom. Astarion was lying across the bed, feet on the floor and twitching impatiently. The door creaked slightly, even I barely heard it, but he immediately raised himself up on his elbows and looked in my direction. Patting his palm on the bed beside him, he smiled and beckoned me over to him. I didn't need to be invited twice, and I didn't need the first invitation either - I wasn't a vampire, I could walk in uninvited. I sprinted the few meters that separated us and flopped onto the bed beside him. He immediately pulled me closer to him and rested my rambunctious head on his shoulder. We were silent for a moment, savoring each other's warmth.

"So... What happened after I... Lin... disappeared?"

"There was... a lot. - He swallowed, talking about it was obviously difficult for him. He pressed his lips to my forehead for a few moments, squeezed me tighter with both hands, and continued. "At first, no one realized what had happened. They thought it was another one of your jokes. Like you'd become invisible."

"That's pretty much my style, yeah."

"Yeah... That's why no one bothered at first. But then the Withers... announced that you were gone. You didn't die, you didn't go to another plane, you just disappeared. Gone."

"How long ago was that?"

"Too long…" He didn't want to give an exact numbers. Apparently, it was really that bad. "I won't go into details, but that night I also learned that you shouldn't grab an ancient mummy by the bandages, shake him and demand that he bring you back. Lesson learned." He grinned bitterly. "For a while I was... Let's just say it wasn't very pleasant to be around me. I wasn't very kind to others. Probably reduced the population of the city so much that its full recovery took an extra ten or fifteen years. However, once I calmed down a bit, it played to my advantage, and now the entire city is in my hands."

"I'm so sorry."

"Oh, don't blame yourself. I'm sure you never would have disappeared if you could have controlled it. You were mine by your own will. And you were happy. The important thing is that you're back now, and I'll do everything I can to never lose you again."

He squeezed me even tighter, burying his nose in my damp hair. To some, the words would have sounded like a threat, but I couldn't even dream for more. Yes, I was happy. And yes, if I could, I would dissolve completely into him, to make it physically impossible to separate us.

"You're... not too disappointed?" I asked, pulling back a little to look into his eyes."

"What do you mean?"

"Well... Look, Lin was beautiful. Perfect in face and body. And me... Well, I'm a potato. I wouldn't mind you frying or mashing me, but my sparkling humor aside, I'm no match for you."

"Nonsense! If you were the physical embodiment of the chthonic horror of the nine hells, it wouldn't make any difference to me. Either you were a gorgeous drow or a gorgeous potato."

"Even if I were... a gnome?"

I felt a spasm pass through his body. I could see the wave of nausea rise to his throat and how he even had to cover his eyes and take a few deep breaths to calm down.

"I'll admit, it would be a major ordeal. But yeah..." he sighed heavily. "Even if you were a... gnome…"

I didn't hold back a chuckle and a wide smile.

We lay like that for a while, cuddled together, exchanging gentle quips, practicing wit, and just enjoying the moment. The sun had set behind the horizon, and night had fallen on the city. I could barely make out his face in the darkness, focused only on his glowing scarlet eyes. There was so much love in me. So much tenderness in that moment that I didn't even want to ruin it with my ridiculous jokes. And as if he sensed the moment was right, he pressed his palm against my cheek, almost pressing his lips to mine, and whispered:

"Gods, I've missed you so much."

The kiss came out very light at first. As if he didn't want to scare me away or dispel the mirage, he barely touched my lips. But then, when he saw that I wasn't running away or disappearing into thin air, he got bolder and stopped holding back. His hands roamed my body, squeezing tightly, almost to the point of bruising, as if he were re-branding me as his. His lips traveled down to my neck and I opened my eyes wide, feeling the light touch of his fangs against the sensitive skin. I sucked in air convulsively, everything was happening so fast.

"Please, please, please wait, please," I whispered, pulling him tighter against me.

"М?" He pulled away slightly, looking into my worried face.

"Will you... bite me?"

"Like I had hundreds of times before, yes." He grinned and stroked my cheek.

"Don't forget it was a different body. You've never bitten me before. I don't know what to expect."

He laughed a low, guttural laugh, then leaned down and spoke in my ear:

"In bed with me, expect nothing but ecstasy."

The wet touch of his tongue on hot skin, the sharp fleeting pain, and then… bliss.

What happened next? Ha-ha, lots of things. Like eternity for two. I won't go into details, but one thing I can say is that I never cleaned the floors again.

A seductive Astarion? Yes, please.

PRINTS AVAILABLE HERE: https://www.inprnt.com/gallery/anaguimaraesart/astarion-ancunin/

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isekai: someone from Earth goes to another world.

reverse isekai: someone from another world comes to Earth.

inverse isekai: another world comes to someone on Earth.

converse isekai: someone on Earth stays on Earth, but Earth itself changes.

(yandere! saw x gn! reader) (i actually haven't watched saw so idk how the game works 🤓☝️)

"and for your final challenge... you have to kiss me, now."

"aw hell nah, can you just kill me instead?"

"w-what?! no absolutely not!"

you watch as the male visibly twitches, freaking out on the spot as he faces the camera. he was literally panicking, gripping his microhone as you watch a bead of sweat drop down his forehead.

"no! it's either you kiss me, or you die! don't you understand?! you have to kiss me! it's like, the only option!"

"nah, i ain't kissing your clown looking ass. just kill me already dawg."

you remain calm, eyebrows raised as you tap your feet against the ground impatiently. there was no way in hell you were going to makeout with this man thing. he looked like a murder clown from 1900s with his black and white makeup and suit!

and even thoigh you thought you were freaky, there was no way you were going to kiss that doll turned man. nuh uh. that is downright insane, even if he does look hot. i mean, this guy killed people! led them to death games that none of them eould survive to begin with!

why?

cause he liked you, duh. the game was rigged apparently. you found that out from him when he sneaked around and tried holding a conversation with you. it was mostly just him talking though. flushed cheeks and stuttering and all. it would've been cute if he weren't a murderous doll.

"so? are you gonna kill me now? I'm actually not gonna kiss you."

"no! ugh! you're so stubborn! just kiss me already damn!"

he groans into the microphone, glaring at you down the cameras before he disappears momentarily, holding a big red button with the words 'do not push' underneath.

"if you don't kiss me now, i will press this button."

"what does it do?"

"make you do things. silly things. with me, of course."

you stare at him, silence filling the room. what the hell? you couldn't even get a chance to respond before he presses it and out came a chair which you were forced to sit down on.

"what the- a chair? you're gonna give me head?"

you stare up at the screen, only to realise that the oddly attractive doll-human had disappeared. damn it. so he really was going to get all up and physical with you huh?

you watch as he pops up from behind, a grin on his lips before he kneels down by your feet, face against your lap. he looked... weirdly calm and at peace for a doll that just led someone to their death a few hours ago. but you suppose it's because he's not human. well, fully at least.

"oh, so head it is-"

"no not head! what the heck?!"

the doll screeches, hands digging into the legs of the chair. he whines, throwing a small tantrum before his rosy cheeks get even rosier (if that was possible? and his eyes grow all wide. you raise an eyebrow at his silence, frowning slightly before yelping as he suddenly starts begging.

"ahem! do you want to be my lover? uh uh who said that?! okay okay, do you want to be my big sweaty alpha lover? WHAT?! WHO SAID THAT?!"

what the hell?!

"uh..."

"i meant- do you want to be my sigma lover who will peg me- WHO THE HELL SAID THAT?!"

"please just kill me."

yeah, now death is sounding like the much better option than being the lover of this weird doll. hey! maybe smashing your head against the chair would work!