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Welcm. This is scrible blog.

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I write stuff. Sometimes it isn’t appropriate for younger people. So im not gonna risk it and just say, please DNI.

|| I like writing things, though I dont have alot of experience with NSFW ||

|| There are some things i won’t write, either because i have writers block, or it isn’t something that i feel comfortable writing. || || I like making crackfics ||

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I woke up this morning, and had the immediate thought of “What if I did 14DWY as a Jojo meme?”

So this is the results.

@14dayswithyou Behold.

14 Days With You is a 18+ VN MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!

Maybe a reverse comfort with James, where he had a nightmare that brought back bad memories? Or MC trying to escape from James after he had kidnapped them? Or even one where MC makes a new friend, and starts spending more time with them then James. Those are just some prompts off the top of my head.

A Feeble Attempt ~ BLD Mini Fic 

James belongs to @hotpinkmoon!    cw!Mild gore cw!Vomit (mentioned once but just to be safe, reader did not vomit just felt like they might) cw!Implied Stalking cw!Kidnapping cw!Death    [srry this took a bit to write! i got carried away a bit] 

Just when you had thought life was going well for you.

You had just started making more connections, other than the first meeting you had with James that fateful night. So why? Why did you ignore the signs? The furrowed brows whenever you mentioned one of the new people you had met. The heated glares at anyone who touched you, or anyone you touched, that you'd see sometimes when he thought you weren't looking. Sharp eyes practically screaming at them to get away, that you're his. Even while masked, his facial expression silently spelled out how much he wanted to tear their corpses to shreds. Foolish. And oh so naive. Whoever told you not to judge a book by its cover as a child could go suck an egg. James had left a few hours earlier to go to... well whatever his job was. Though it was hard to imagine it was anything legal, after what he had done to you the night before. Leaving you all alone with your self-deprecating thoughts. The thick chain bound to your ankle weighed down on you, not just physically, but mentally as well. A heavy feeling settled uninvited on your chest, squeezing your lungs as you felt a headache build up from the unending waves of stress threatening to drag you back into a dreamless sleep. Hah.. maybe that would be better actually. So you wouldn't have to deal with all this right now. The newly formed headache wasn't helping the dull pain from when James knocked you out earlier, either.

Eyes fluttering closed, your mind brings you back to a few weeks ago, when this all started.

Getting close to people, especially when you'd just moved to a new town, wasn't always the easiest thing. The first time you met James was a lucky... or unlucky accident. But finally, after at least a month, you'd broken down the walls of one of your co-workers. You remember telling James, eyes shining, how you'd exchanged numbers and had started chatting with each other outside of work. And how he responded with an eye roll, reminding you to be careful about who you put your trust in. Which you had ended up teasing him for, because didn't the both of you only meet a month ago? You had laughed at the irony of his words back then. A cheeky smile on your face as you watched him eye roll again, boasting about how he wasn't a loser like your co-worker. Why hadn't you noticed the malice in his tone back then? You had continued to meet up with your new friend, though you tried not to mention them around James as much, as his jealousy became more and more obvious. Why did you think that was normal? Until last night, when you'd gone to grab dinner with them. It was such a normal night. A simple meeting between two new friends. The sky was clear of clouds, the air fresh with the scent of summer. Sun setting across the horizon as the moon became more visible in the sky. Stars starting to peak out one by one, decorating the sky as one of nature's most wonderful pieces of art. Only the feeling of regret that the day was ending weighed on your mind. They had left for a moment to go get something from their car as you waited for them to come back so you could both order. Only for that moment to turn into 15 minutes, and then half an hour. Your heart had been filled with disappointment. The budding trust between you completely shattered. Did they really ditch you? Why? Confused frustration sunk into your brain, trying to reflect on all your interactions. Over analyzing every word and facial expression, the thought that maybe you had done something wrong forming a pit in your stomach.

Leaving the restaurant, you had checked your phone to give them a piece of your mind. Just... something to express the pain you were currently trying to push down. Only to be confused at the panicked, misspelled texts all over the screen. ...Maybe you shouldn't keep your phone on silent anymore. Trying to sift through the barrage of messages, you feel your blood run cold.

8:02 Het i think something/one is following me? Taking the long way from my car, ill b back a little late, dw and just order

8:05 Im def bejng followed, im sure of it, its some mask wearking dude holy fuck hoym

8:06 Shot sjit why did i goin and ally way oh ym god he has a knofe im running tm please pelase read this im begigng you its the one to the rght i think restirant i mean call somekne or soemtbing just plesae read this

8:06 Red hair green eye s please read tbis typjng is hard im so scared hesn fuckng llaughing trung 911 its hrd pleas e help

All the other messages had too many spelling mistakes to piece together, but you got the meaning. Red hair? Green eyes? Masked? Trying to block out the similarities you squeezed through the cluttered alleyway. Trying not to trip over discarded boxes or abandoned litter as you had frantically searched for any sign of them. You remember how just moments before they were showing off the area, smiling as they told you how they knew all the secret shortcuts around town. Now it seemed like this was a shortcut to their death. You shook your head, trying to clear the unwanted thoughts. Don't think like that. They didn't die. They probably dropped their phone. They're going to be okay. Your self-comfort came to an abrupt stop as the sight of a bloodied body came into view. There was blood... so much blood that you had thought your sight would've been stained red forever. The dark red fluid clearly looking coagulated. It was obvious that they had died a bit ago. Frozen, you felt your guts twist at the sight of theirs. The urge to throw up rising in your throat. You quickly moved your eyes away. Trying not to gag as you took out your phone to call the cops, only to notice their left hand. They still had their phone in their hand, and from where you were, you could see how the screen was cracked, and how their hand was broken and odd angles. You shivered, horrified by how the killer went out of their way to make their death so much more painful. This didn't just look like a murder, but torture. With a sudden BANG, your head had been slammed against the wall behind you, skewed sight taking in the red-haired attacker above you. "Tsk, I shouldn't have played around with them." James muttered under his breath, looking down at corpse before stomping on their hand once again. He looked calmer after doing so, smiling as he looked back at you with soft eyes. "Shh babe, don't cry." He murmured adoringly, cupping your face and wiping the tears you didn't know were there, before picking up your slumped body with ease. Head stinging and teary eyes drooping closed, the last thing you saw was the moon's curved smile looking down on you mockingly, the twinkling stars seeming to laugh at your stupidity as the breeze sighed in disappointment. Why were you sleeping? Why weren't you trying to escape?!

Your brain forced you to jolt awake, back to reality, back to being confined in someone's 'house'. Frustrated tears stung your eyes again as a helpless feeling sunk into your bones. A suffocating pain that you couldn't get rid of. Why couldn't you just have had a dreamless sleep like you wanted? Still though, gulping back your feelings, you shakily remembered those last words that had rung through your mind. With all the time in the world to start planning, you looked around the room. Scouring for any way to escape, or anything you could use to get out. The small room had no windows. Not even a door. It was both frustrating and favorable for you. You couldn't see what time it was outside, but at the same time, James wouldn't be able to see what you were doing inside. And the exit was right there. Though it wasn't like you'd be able to get past it. Not with the chain around your leg. Though you were glad he hadn't used to shorter collar one on you that you got a glimpse of before. Contemplating, you stared at your ankle in silence. Trying to brainstorm any way to get it off. Breaking the chain would take too long, and you were positive that James would be able to quickly find out what you were trying to do. Playing nice wasn't an option either. No way were you going to go along with whatever he had in store for you. Not after everything you had seen him do.

Then you had no other options left. You had already tried looking around for anything useful, but of course, James wouldn't leave anything like that within reach.   Closing your eyes, and trying to imitate what you had seen in a horror movie you had once watched with him, with a few tries and a loud pop, your ankle was dislocated.  

Waves of pain shot up your nerves, and you grit your teeth, trying to swallow back a scream of pain.     At least you were able to slip out of the damn thing.   You quickly learned leaning or putting any weight on that leg was almost unbearable, using the objects around you to get up and make your way over to the curtain door.     Finally-  Hope bubbling in your chest, the taste of freedom was only one bite away. Your home, your bed, your job. The thought of being in your room again fueling your determination to push on past the pain your body felt.    Only for that hope and determination to be crushed the moment you moved the curtain. Vibrant eyes met yours, toxic green seeping a chilling cold that forced goosebumps to crawl up your skin. Dread seeped into every pore on your body as his tall frame cast a heavy shadow on yours. "And where do you think you're going, sweetheart? You should have known that this wasn't going to be as easy as you'd hoped.

Omggg I absolutely adore your writings♡♡

Is it possible to request a story about Seth experiencing jealousy over someone flirting with MC? I'd love to see how you envision his reaction ^^

[askfjhas why thank u!! i try my best to make them fun to read! now time to write something super dark and angsty. srry if this isn't the type of flirting you're asking for, though.]

cw!Yandere cw!Stalking cw!Mild gore (brief descriptions but I don't want to make anyone uncomfy) cw!Death

Jealousy is an Illness ~ BLD Mini-Fic

characters belong to @hotpinkmoon!!

"Woah- wait a sec! Before you leave- I.. uh- ..whatever, take this, please! I really enjoy our time together and was wondering if maybe you'd like to get dinner sometime?" Seth watched silently from a safe distance away, a pang of something unfamiliar squeezing his heart as the new hire at your job handed you what looked like a torn-off piece of paper. He had been waiting here. All day. It was a rare day when he wasn't busy dealing with orders or having to 'prepare' stock for future ones. A day that was perfect for watching his treasure- and maybe... getting to talk to them as well... The thought of talking to you made his heart buzz, brain bursting with serotonin as a tingly feeling spread across his skin. But then the afterthought of somehow doing something to make you dislike him immediately doused his happiness, anxiety slithering up his spine. So he settled on watching from afar. It was easier that way- so he didn't scare you away with his lack of social skills.

He watched you as you got to work, he watched you deal with customers, and now... he's watching someone give you their number..? "Huh? Oh! .... don't mind .... number... but...like...okay...?" He saw you say something back to the new hire, the both of you moving just far enough that he could only grasp onto tiny scraps of information. Frustrating.

Fortunately or unfortunately, Seth could clearly see the pink tint shyly decorating the person's face. Something clearly caused because they were around you. An amalgamation of color swathed onto a messy pile of pulsating flesh. The sight caused his chest to heave erratically, pained breaths stuttering in and out. A heavy feeling pooling in his stomach as he took in this visceral scene.

... What ...was this? The sudden difficulty breathing, that strange pain coiling around his intestines. No... he shouldn't ruin today, it would go away eventually anyway. He just needed to stop thinking about it. "...see you tomorrow then!" The carefree smile you carried with you out of the building and the little goodbye wave you gave to that... person, made his skin itch. An itch he couldn't scratch away, he learned, after trying just that. A feeling that lurked just below his skin, traveling up his arms and burrowing deep inside his chest. It's fine... It'll go away. It'll go away, right?

D-did he get sick? It had been days now. Seth had stopped by your work a couple of times. And each time he saw that thing... it made the pressure in his chest almost unbearable.

They made his skin feel slimy. The uncomfortable feeling growing stronger, his gut writhing in the sticky feeling trying to coat his insides a nauseating black. But he couldn't be sick. He looked up the symptoms days ago. No results. It just didn't make sense. This dark, sickly feeling that fogged up his brain. Every waking moment consumed by the memory of them giving you their number. He just wanted it gone.

The thing that squeezed the blood from his heart and coiled around his chest like a snake. And so he made a decision.

Cold eyes glanced down at the gagged heap of meat on the ground. "Finally... you could've woken up the whole neighborhood with all that crying earlier." Every muffled noise of pain worked like a cure to his 'illness'.

Every broken bone scratched the itch he couldn't reach before. The sight of that tumor finally bleeding out, its body lifeless as he dragged it away, the hollow eyes looking up at him as he threw it away into the garbage. All of it eased the pain in his chest. Cleansing his body of the rotting slime devouring him from the inside out.

"Huh? Oh! Well.. I mean- I don't mind sharing my number with you, ...but I would just like to remain friends. That should be okay, right?" "O-oh.. yeah, that's fine! Sorry, I just wanted to try my shot, haha." "There's way more fish out in the sea! I'll see you tomorrow then!" The memory from two weeks ago made your hand pause for a moment. But you quickly returned to putting up missing person signs around your work. Where did they go?

Whumptober 2022 Day 4 || Waking Up Disorientated

Saw somthing like this on my dash and decided it might be fun to try out !

I'll try to do as many days as I can, but I'm pretty busy :]

Gn Reader || cw Body horror || Not proofread || tw yandere ||

Everything around you felt...floaty. Yet oddly heavy.

Heavy but floaty. All at once.

Were you awake? Or was this just a vivid dream you found yourself trapped in?

Thinking this, the air around you seemed to cup your face gently, its' warm touch enveloping your senses completely.

How had you not noticed how cold you were until now? The blank white expanse so frigid and lifeless.

The warm feeling dragged you away from your thoughts, away from reality.

Before slipping away, just as quickly as it came. The absence of it leaving you empty and confused.

You couldn't let that feeling go.

It was cold. So cold. Unbearably cold.

Like you had been covered in ice, your skin frozen over. Your warm blood, drained away...

You needed to find that warmth.

Before something irreversible happened.

That warning rang in your head, a desperate call to protect you from something unknown.

Grasping the ground, you tried lifting yourself up onto your feet, the panic gnawing at your insides, threatening to burst out of your skin.

Yet, you felt to heavy, so weak, like trying to swim through a pool made out of honey. Your limbs screaming out in defiance, your body, a traitor.

Struggling, you have no choice but to leave it behind. Slipping from your skin, shedding that useless shell, you feel the weight, that chilling pressure, disappear.

Its' strange, and you don't know exactly what happened just now, but maybe ...thats for the best.

Curiosity killed the cat, you know.

Completing your task, you frantically looked out into the distance, trying to find that sliver of warmth.

Through the fog that is your mind, you see the shadow, the warmth.

You sprint toward it, your form free from "human imperfections", no lungs suffocating you and forcing you to stop for a breath, no muscle to drag you down and tire you out.

You pay no heed to your surroundings, your focus entirely on the black shadow, the warmth, your only hope.

The white turning to grey and then to black.

The freezing temperature slowly heating up, and then becoming scalding hot.

It didn't matter.

You were close. Oh so close to the shadow.

You had almost touched it.

With a desperate cry, you felt your new form collide with your body, merging once again. Something dragging you back.

There was nothing you could do but unwillingly sink back to reality.

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"Are you awake now?" A sweet voice flooded your ears.

The world felt heavy once again, but at least everything was a bit less foggy.

You looked up, meeting the eyes of your captor. You couldn't remember much, but you knew it was their fault.

Everyhting was so blurry, yet the hatred and anger you felt was engraved in your heart. Engraved in your soul.

"..Please.. don't look at me like that, love." Their guiltless whisper sounded in the hospital-looking room you found yourself in.

Your mouth spoke on its' own, ceramic lips delicately opening.

"I know what you did."

Their reaction was immediate. They gripped the bed sheets, their smooth un-calloused hands still a bit messy with clay.

"I.. I only did what I h-had to, I promise!" They cried out.

It sounded like they were trying to convince themself, not just you.

It was sickening.

That voice, those eyes, that look of desperation and sadness.

Why? Why?!

That look made your gut fester with never ending disgust.

Fueled by confusion and anger, you lunge at them, aiming for their open neck. Something, just anything, to make this disgusting feeling fade.

And yet they easily pinned your hands above you, cautious and gentle.

"Please.. p-please be careful.. I just finished making your new body..." Their expression turned frantic and uneasy, the emotions in your glassy eyes sending a clear message to them.

Watching them pulling a concoction from their lab coat, you struggled in their grip. Every joint in your body working to rid yourself of their slimy grip.

The panic and unease of what they would do to you next-

The tussle only lasts a few moments.

They cut off your little game, gripping your chin with surprising strength, forcing the odd mixture down your throat.

Your mind is bleary, as you fall into semi-lucidity,

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BLD incorrect quotes I can’t turn into a comic cuz I have exams

James: Get out of the fucking bathroom or Im gonna break this door

Eve:….I can’t! Sorry

James: You’ve been in the bathroom for 3 FUCKING hours now! Gtfo

Eve: ……I’ll open the door if you do me a favour

James: *about to tear the door down* ..What is it?

Eve: I-I want pads…a-and tampons and chocolate…..please?

James: 👁👄👁

Eve: sorry

You’re an idiot

I know

...So what size is your pussy

*chokes on spit*

James-> @hotpinkmoon

Eve-> @cloudishmagma

Def inspired by @scarrypossmscribs 's writing