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Forgot to post this here!
Just a housewife trying to please his husband. There's a nsfw doodle that goes along with this on my Twitter!!! Teo belongs to @14dayswithyou
nothing like going back to my roots, redesigning one of my first yan vn sona
I forgot to post this man teehee!!!
I forgot to post this <3 giggle
stuntin'
corland bay's star girl...
Just blurting out, but I’ve actually been very unhappy with how diva was made. I made her literally so kunty but then just slapped such poor writing onto her character.
I think it’s pretty easy to say that I’ve actually spent a lot more time thinking about Eddie because he’s supposed to be this ‘complex’ yandere who hates MC but really, he doesn’t and he’s just projecting
But then I’d gone and given diva “stereotypical yandere” 🧍🏻♀️
So I’ve decided that I’m gonna rework the twins, I’ve lost a lot of interest in them due to my own neglect— so I think it’s about time I pick up a pen and start writing.
Eddie will likely only have a few minor changes, but Diva is getting a slight rework.
Make her um 🩵 a little more toxic
I love a man who's actually just trying to kill me 🥰
hihi!! i love your content sm and i cannot wait to see more of them!! for the horror prompts, what about "You're playing a dangerous game here" with Eddie?
oh em gee… I realized I never really wrote stuff like this for Eddie before (I think…)
No cw !! Unless you count Eddie 😜
Accepting writing prompt asks!! Here’s the list X
Eddie wasn’t the most patient guy, but he knew how to keep his temper in check. Yet it felt like you knew just how to push his buttons each time. Just snipping away each nerve of his body, like a bomb trying to detonate. You never knew which wire was what, and that only risked blowing him up.
“You’ve got some nerve,” Eddie states, the soles of his sneakers crunching the broken glass underneath him.
You’d never seen him so volatile. But he was down to his last sense of control, and it showed with just how trashed everything was.
So unexpected— a small path of literal distraction following behind him as he smashed the pipe into the wooden door of your closet. You’d seen his own place before, so sterile and clean, as if you’d walked into a commercial home.
But the Eddie now didn’t seem to worry about the mess, the man carelessly searching for you inside your own home after breaking in. It didn’t really take much effort, just a few harsh swings to your flimsy lock,
You never were the smartest at safety.
“You’re playing a dangerous game here.” Eddie finds nothing in the closet, tearing out the coats and jackets before moving up the stairs.
“Hiding won’t save you, Mc,” his tone is filled with certainty— and you believe him. Your place was small, with not many places to hide. Your only option was to hide in your bathroom, hand to your mouth as you can hear footsteps approaching.
He’s in your room now, likely strewing around your things with how noisy it was out there.
“I’ll find you, and when I do?” The noises stop, you quickly hold your breath as you watch the shadows of his feet come through the bottom crack of the floor.
There’s silence, but you can already feel the defeat crawl down your spine. The knob turns.
“You’re dead.”
☆MEET THE GANG☆
with a cute Spotify link -> 🌆
by mod Rosie
Silly scenario: the Assad gang is throwing a party with the Ray brothers' parents out of town for the night and Riley's kickin' it back until he sees something unpleasant.
CW: mentions of drugs
When the Ray’s folks were gone for the night, a party was usually thrown downstairs in the basement of their big white house. It had all the room they needed, they being Assad’s gang, a decently sized lounging room to fit about twenty to thirty people– if no one minded getting cramped with their ass against someone else's crotch. Oh, Riley was certain no one would too, considering a few of their guests were already getting right into it, gyrating to the bumping bass and explicit music. But thankfully they had additional room with the backyard door wide open, leading out to the rather nice backyard where Keem handled the grill and Assad participated in beer pong or poker by the folded tables. Where the others were, hell, he was sure they were doing just fine amid the packed crowd. And Riley himself? He was lounging on the couch inside as the music pounds from his eardrums to the back of his skull, an arm draped along the back of the couch with his hips pushed out and toned thighs spread out, his tank top riding up to expose that lil happy trail of dark curls creeping down underneath. And of course, Riley Chayy wasn’t Riley without a blunt in hand. The weed he was smoking tonight was hitting. So, simply relaxing while everyone had their fair share of indulgences was just his cup of tea for tonight, taking a long drag and inhaling, feeling the high buzz through him just nice before he slowly blew it out. While his main excuse for smoking was to help with night terrors (and it did), he was fucking addicted to some extent. It made him feel more grounded, more at peace– instead of that antsy and angry kid he was back then when he was living with– woah, downer much, Ri? His eyes drag across the crowd lazily, barely lingering on the pretty girls dancing in barely anything and then to the hot guy by the bar with Assa– what? Suddenly his droopy eyes feel a bit too focused, his fingers flexing and clenching over his knee as he takes another drag of his blunt. Fuck. While it looked innocent as just chatting and having drinks, Riley wasn’t born yesterday. He could see the ‘fuck me eyes’ and that devilish little smirk on those chapped lips.
Riley finally tears his eyes away after staring for a bit too long, suddenly feeling more interested in ‘people seeing’ once more. He didn’t wanna kill his mood, no– fuuuuck that. Riley hated buzzkills, so no way in hell was he gonna be one himself. He’d just need to find himself a distraction, a fucking remedy to cure him from whatever toxic push and pull that narcissistic brunette had on him.
And it was easy enough to find himself some fun.
Riley Chayy, the dreamboat of St. Eli (aside from his brother in Christ, Keem), had a knack for catching the eyes of most people. Handsome, charismatic, and a decent man, what wasn’t there to like about him? But the silent hype he gave himself made Riley roll his eyes as he took one last gander at the crowd before stopping on someone. And they were already looking his way, the man feeling their eyes dragging up his form. Then they’re leaning to their friend, with a cute smile on their face when his eyes meet theirs and Riley can’t help but quirk up his own.
And like a bee to honey, they’re leaving their friend to make their way towards the couch. “Hey,” Riley greets as he gives them a once over. Bringing the blunt back to his lips, his eyes trail up once more as he continues, “Caught ya starin’, you weren’t feelin’ bad for lonely ol’ me, were you dollface?” His hand over the couch motions to the empty space beside him. “Got ya a seat right here if ya pity me, babe. Another one right here.” Then it flicks casually towards his lap.