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[blackmoonowl]

can the master of the gold watchers awaken and bring us another oneshot

𝕱𝖔𝖗𝖜𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗 

𝕻𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌: Gold watchers (Dark Deception) x reader

𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗𝖘 𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖊: *cracks knuckles* yeah, sure. This fandom is dead so like a deadbeat dad I return

You had barely escaped the other two trials unscathed. Staring into the strange face of a man depicted on the portal ahead, a sinking feeling overtook your gut. The chill crept into your clothes as you found yourself among a beautiful garden at night. A cold chill crept up your spine as you peered at the fountain ahead. Behind it stood a golden gate. Still woozy from your teleporting, you pushed ahead, walking around the tranquil water.

"Keep your eyes open love, the statues in this place are awfully lifelike."

Bierce's warning caused you to grimace. Passing the stairs, you walked past a giant gold statue of a man. You noted the empty eye sockets and the grin on its face. It saluted the way you had come, a sign stood before it.

"Beyond these gates, judgement awaits."

You pushed the gates open. A long path led ahead, messages written all over the walls. They warned you to 'never look away'.

'Always watching.'

Your heart was in your throat as you pushed the second gate open. A large field with differing paths laid ahead of you. Torches lit up your way to another statue. It was saluting you with the same grin.

"I wonder who does the landscaping here, very impressive."

You ignored Bierce's comment as you cautiously approached the statue. You looked up at it for a second, a strange feeling overtaking you. That sensation of feeling watched creeped you out. Deciding to quickly move on, you brushed past it. You could have sworn something heavy and cold brushed over your head, a muffled masculine chuckle accompanying it. You dashed forward with a shriek, whipping around to look at it. It was now facing you, still saluting. Every sense in you screamed at you to run back into that portal, back to Bierce and her snide remarks.

You pushed your way onto another gate surrounded by a thick hedge. You glanced back at the statue, it now having moved to face you correctly again, still in that same pose. Its gleeful expression made you weak in the knees.

'You paid no heed, now you shall bleed.'

With that eerie message hanging on the wall, you stepped into the maze. The gates slammed shut behind you as a maniacal laugh sounded through the air. You began to move, barely avoiding a spike trap.

"Watch your step, it's hard to run with a gaping hole in your foot!"

You clutched the tablet in your hands as you dashed past a corner. Immediately the sound of shuffling footsteps sounded all around you.

"In case you were wondering, yes those footsteps are getting louder!"

You whipped around to see one of those decadently dressed statues, legs crossed, pretending to think as it stared off into nothing. It was frozen as you kept your eyes upon it. As soon as you made it to another corner, you bolted again. It took you everything not to bash headfirst into a statue brandishing an axe.

You nearly stumbled over another trap, using your speeding ability to put distance between you and it. Deep, rich laughter filled the maze one one side, another direction cackling like a madman. You backed yourself into a corner, catching your breath. One of the statues groaned in your ear from behind, ice cold breath hitting your neck. You snapped around to see it towering over you, hands outstretched as if trying to grab you. You heard two separate footsteps approaching the way out. Two other statues were now closing in. One still held the axe, the other one standing still with its hands by its side. As soon as you had taken the eyes off of the statue behind you, you felt an ice cold hand placed on the back of your neck. In a split second reaction, you stunned them. You couldn't move, your neck held firm. Teleporting out of their grip, you ignored their pained stances.

"Would you look at that, I think they fancy you," Bierce's voice rang from the tablet as you heard the mocking noises from the statues all around you. You had counted four living ones, stood apart from the fake statues standing by some of the walls. Once you grabbed the final shard, you heard Bierce yell at you to get into the manor.

You tried to move, only to find yourself stuck. A gold watcher had knelt down slightly, clutching a fistful of your clothing. You couldn't free yourself, and the statue made no further moves as you stared at it. Out of desperation, you tore the piece off of your shirt or dress. You heard the statue snicker as you bolted out of the maze, towards the manor itself.

"Oh how nostalgic," Bierce sounded, her voice dreamy as you ascended the stairs. "I used to have a manor like this… much bigger of course."

You rolled your eyes, pushing the doors open.

'He who has the gold, makes the rules.'

You stood in a vast ballroom. The floor was shining, and there was gold adorning the ceiling and walls. The ring altar stood in front of your nose, locked of course. The manor was beautiful, but you barely noticed as you ran through the halls. Dodging swinging pendulums, you barely dodged an axe to the head, bolting in another direction. The statue you just escaped had two axes now, mouth open far wider than any human should be capable of.

Then again, that was no man. Not anymore.

You turned a corner to see one of the statues, greedily clutching the piece of fabric you tore off in its hand. It was strange, but you made no further note of it. You stumbled around, dodging the statues as the they got faster and faster all around you. They seemed very aware, trying to split off and surround you. You wondered what remained of their humanity. You dreaded ever ending up like them at all.

'Peasants shall serve.'

Their gleeful laughter haunted you as you tried to keep yourself out of their grasp. The Gold watcher with the axe seemed the most enthusiastic, followed by the one striking contemplative poses whenever you caught it. The statue with the scrap of fabric was also not letting up. You knew there was a fourth, but you always saw it slightly further behind on the maps.

The statues herded you into a room that looked like a lounging area. There were four doorways, but all four were blocked by one of them.

One stood idly with the scrap of your garment.

One pretended to be thinking.

One held its axe, grinning at you.

The last one had its hand up, as if waving at you. You couldn't look at all of them at the same time. As soon as you stared at one, the other crept closer. You pulled the tablet in front of your face to try and teleport, but a large, gold hand clasped around it when you were glancing at the one with the axe. You couldn't get it out of its hands. The other three statues, other than the one with the axe were now uncomfortably close to you. The tablet was taken from you, and a pair of ice cold hands covered your face. Tears began to form in the corners of your eyes as you heard the other statues move. You waited for the one with the axe to strike you, beheading you like Marie Antoinette.

"No."

You hadn't heard any of vocalizations other than snickering or grunting, so the husky voice caught you off guard.

"What?"

"We keep this one."

You hadn't been able to hear it before, but there were slight differences in their voices. The one protesting had a smoother voice compared to the rough one of the other.

"Malak will never let us."

"This one is no threat."

Your trembling hands came up to touch the gold hands covering your face. The statue holding you hostage hadn't spoken yet, but you were at least grateful it wasn't crushing your skull.

"What purpose do you have with this mortal?"

"I have not seen a face this precious in so long…"

You felt the ice cold presence of the statue approaching you. There was a moment of silence before the statue behind you finally spoke.

"I concur."

You had no idea where the fourth one had gone, but it did not matter. It probably took off with your tablet for all you know, cutting you off from Bierce. You felt a pair of hands hook under your knees.

"Release her at once, Emory."

You felt the hands come off your face, and you were lifted into the air as another arm supported your shoulders. Your first instinct was to open your eyes. The smooth voice spoke, and you caught a hint of a West European accent.

"I would advise against that. You would not get far."

You felt the the statue carrying you, footsteps sounding behind the two of you.

"How will you intend to keep it, Cornelis?" It was the rough sounding voice you had heard earlier. "The peasant has served its purpose, allow me to behead it."

"You may behead the next one, Nicholas, I intend to keep this one for myself," The statue you assumed was Cornelis said.

"The gold alone has become tiring."

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𝙴𝚜𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚌 𝙰𝚗𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚜 - 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚝𝚠𝚘

ꨄ 𝙿𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐: SCP 049 x reader

ꨄ 𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: After winding up in the game Containment Breach, you find yourself in the place of your D-class character. Attempting to flee the facility leads you to rather strange encounters. This was meant to be published tomorrow but I don't have a single patient bone in my body.

ꨄ 𝙾𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚜: One

ꨄ 𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 3000

The silence was deafening after your words echoed throughout the halls. You tried to get your bearings as you caught your breath. An uneasy feeling settled in your stomach as you saw the sign for SCP-012's containment cell next to you. Taking a step away, you clutched your level three keycard in your hand.

Your mind was reeling, but you forced yourself to push on. Now wasn't the time to sit down and think about your situation. The facility had gone dark, and you had to squint to see ahead of you. The next hallway gave you pause. A small figure stood in the center of it, staring up at you. From a distance, it seemed like a small teddy bear.

"Nope," you muttered to yourself as you slammed the door button again, shutting the door. Turning on your heel, you began backtracking. Every sound caused you to jump. The sound of SCP-173 scraping in nearby halls, screaming of people and the occasional noises from the facility itself.

Your legs felt shaky as another door opened to a Tesla gate. As if on cue panicked woman rushed towards you from the other side of the hallway. Her arms outstretched to you, her mouth opening to yell. You couldn't do anything in time. The woman's foot stepped right on the trigger zone for the Tesla gate, electrocuting her right in front of you.

Pushing down the panic, you forced yourself to stare into the distance, hoping to catch whatever the now deceased woman was running from. Your body felt heavy when you saw a familiar figure sink back into the floor. A tentative step on the caution print on the floor, caused the gate to activate again. You winced as the woman's body jolted from the shock. After a quick glance over your shoulder, you stepped onto the trigger zone again. As soon as the electricity ceased, you jumped over. You rolled over the ground as the gate triggered right behind you.

With a slight grunt you pushed yourself back onto your feet. You didn't dare glance back as you pushed on. The next room had two doors aside from the one you had come through. A gurgling sound came from the ceiling as you passed through. Your eyes darted up as another black patch formed, dropping a decomposing body right in front of you. Covering your mouth to bite back a screech, you took a few steps back.

"God- fucking bastard," your breathy voice sounded. SCP-106 didn't respond, not that you really expected it to. You moved on auto pilot as your mind began to wander. You still couldn't understand what was happening to you, nor did you know if beating the 'game' would get you back behind your desk at home. The uncertainty made your heart hurt, and your stomach turned. After trying one of the doors, you came face to face with another set of blast doors. Your eyes glanced to the sign on the wall next to it.

'SCP-372'

You stood there for a moment, simply staring at it and weighing your options. Finally, you loosened the tight grip on your keycard to swipe it through the card reader. The heavy doors slid open, once more you prayed no one, or rather nothing, would hear the commotion. SCP-372's inner glass cell had already been opened. The cell seemed empty, not like you'd be able to tell. You grabbed the radio, fiddling around the different channels. The noise blared out of the small device, and you swore as you quickly turned it off. Silence washed over the underground labyrinth once more, and you snapped your head to look outside. You caught something in the corner of your eye, something moving just outside of your field of view.

It wasn't your biggest problem right now. You hung the radio on your slightly unzipped jumpsuit before you moved back out of the cell. Before you moved on, you checked your surroundings. Still no sign of that accursed statue.

After what felt like a few minutes, you wandered into a small decontamination station. You wandered into the narrow chamber, the doors sliding shut both in front, and behind you.

White gas came from the ceiling, burning your eyes. You squeezed them shut and tried your hardest not to breathe it in. Eventually, the doors slid back open as the gas ceased emerging.

"Decontamination complete."

You rubbed your eyes as you dragged yourself out, letting out a meek cough. It took a few blinks for your eyes to become less irritated. You considered yourself lucky there was no scraping nearby. The next hallway looked largely the same as the others, aside from a door to the left at the very end.

It was the surveillance room, finally.

You opened the door using your keycard, walking briskly up the stairs. The next room contained several computer systems, and a door leading to the surveillance room itself. With another swipe of the keycard, you let yourself in. The room itself was a mess. Scattered papers surrounded a knocked over chair. The many monitors covering the wall opposite you weren't much to speak on either. Several of them still worked, but quite a few didn't. Your eyes went over the room before finally focusing on the control panel on the right. You wandered over to it, looking over all the buttons you didn't dare press. Finally, you glanced up at the handle, controlling the lockdown in the heavy containment zone. You had to stand on your toes to reach it, but you managed to pull it down. The lockdown lifted, and you prepared to leave for your next destination.

That's when movement on one of the monitors caught your eye. Your head snapped to look at one of the monitors. The camera was focused on the door you had entered from, leading up the stairs, as well as the attached hallway. You watched in horror as a tall, black figure walked up the stairs. You rushed out of the observation room, diving behind the large computers furthest away from the entity that had come up the stairs. You backed up against the computer, sinking down until you were kneeling. You peeked at the still open door of the surveillance room. curiosity getting the better. The strange, heavy breathing that came from the tall figure sent chills up your spine. A long, white beak became visible as the hooded creature wandered into the surveillance room.

SCP-049, you recognized it immediately.

"Good heavens, it's worse than I thought, like wildfire it spreads." You listened to its voice as you gazed at it through the window of the surveillance room. It looked solemnly at the monitors, hands clasped behind its back. "They should have brought me here sooner."

You were quick to retract your head behind the computers again. The SCP was distracted, you could sneak past it. You moved behind the large rectangles of wires and metal, moving to the wall opposite side of the door leading to the surveillance room.

"I need to get to work before the disease consumes the rest of these poor souls." You froze like a deer in headlights when the strange entity turned on its heel. It froze too, and you could see its pale eyes behind the mask. You could feel yourself break into a cold sweat as its hands came out from behind its back, its eyes completely fixated upon you.

"Greetings," it spoke softly as it took a step closer. You pressed yourself further against the wall, your back hitting the cold, smooth concrete. It seemed to take note of your fear as it took another step closer. You took a firm step closer to the stairs in turn. The hooded creature raised its hands slowly, trying to appear less threatening.

"Do not be afraid, I am not here to harm you." That did very little to put you at ease. Every step it took closer to you, you took closer to the stairs. You could tell he wasn't pleased by it.

"Come now, I am only here to help," it insisted as it took another large step closer, reaching out with its hand. The black leather of its glove was stained a deep red, and you could catch a hint of something metallic. "You are very ill."

That did it. You bolted out of there, around the corner and down the stairs. You could hear the frustrated voice behind you.

"Do not run from me, I am the only one that can help you."

You looked over your shoulder to see it turn the corner as well, descending the stairs. You picked the direction opposite to the one you had come from and legged it, hearing the frustrated breath of your pursuer. You ran through the doorway, looking back at it. The plague doctor was speed-walking towards you, not too far behind. You slammed your hand into the button, closing the door in its face. It said something, its voice muffled by the shut door. You ran down the three way hall, the door opening behind you.

"Cease this foolish attempt." You didn't listen as you opened another door, stepping through it. You wanted to shut the door behind you, but your eyes locked onto a figure at the dark end of the hall. It was that damned statue again. You backed away, shutting the door while you kept your eyes on it. You froze in your step when you felt a chilly breath down your neck. Your hairs raised as the plague doctors shadow cast over you.

"There you are, I promise this will not hurt." The frustration had melted out of its voice, replaced by a tone that was soft, yet disconnected. You let yourself drop to the ground, and it wound up grasping air instead of your neck. The back of your head hit the metal door you had just shut, and you hissed.

"Oh my," it muttered as it went to lean down. You were trapped, nowhere else to go. Then door opened, and you fell back, hitting your head a second time. Now laying flat on the ground, you saw SCP-173 at the door, its stubby 'hand' near the button. You wasted no time scrambling backwards, practically kicking at the plague doctor.

SCP-049 watched as you scrambled through your feet, backing away. Your eyes remained fixated on the statue, and you silently thanked it for saving your life. The doctor didn't let up, though. It stepped towards you again, before its eyes met the sight of its fellow SCP. You kept walking backwards, feeling behind you for the button of door. Your back never met the cold metal the door itself, though. Of course, you thought. SCP-173 had probably opened it to get here. You shut the door, finally shutting your eyes for a few seconds. You made your way into another room, shutting the door to the one behind you. Your head was absolutely killing you now that the adrenaline wore off.

Finally, you stumbled into a darker room. In front of you were a pair of doors. 'Heavy containment zone', was above each door. You glanced to the side, a window looking out over a desk. A small teddy bear was looking at you, waving its little paw. You narrowed your eyes slightly before looking up at the signs before using your card to open the doors. A small sense of relief washed over your battered mind as you went to open the first door of the heavy containment zone.

It wouldn't open.

A frown formed itself on your face as you pressed the button again. Nothing. The doors behind you slid back closed on their own.

"Are you serious?"

You gritted your teeth, leaning your head into your hand. You wanted to cry, badly. With a quiet sob, you turned around, sliding the keycard in. You had barely stepped back into the previous room when you saw SCP-049. It had seemingly been looking around before it perked up at the sound of the doors to heavy containment opening.

"Ah, there you are." Somehow its voice sounded soothing to the pounding in your head. It moved towards you again, seemingly no longer eager to win your trust worth. "I can see you are not well, allow me to aid you."

"No," you weakly whined, shaking your head as you stumbled out of its way. You backed up against the wall again, trying to put as much space between the two of you as possible. "Please just leave me alone."

"I understand you must be worried, given the circumstances," it replied. It swiftly stepped aside, blocking the way you were trying to go in. "However, I cannot allow the disease to spread within you."

"I don't care about that right now!" Your frustrated yell seemed to irritate it. Its breath hitches, its fingers briefly curling into a fist. After taking a deep breath, its shoulders stopped tensing, and it uncurled his fist.

"I can assure you, this matter is very urgent, you need to be cured."

"Get away from me!" You tried to shove yourself off the wall, trying to gain momentum to get out of his way. The doctor seemingly predicted your movement, grabbing you by the arm. His black glove contrasted with the fabric of your orange jumpsuit.

"Why must you insist on being difficult!?" Its voice was raised, composure long lost. It had an iron grip on you, its breath heaving. You pulled and twisted, but it would not let go. Panic washed over you, and you began to trash. SCP-049's eyes narrowed behind its mask. It reached out to touch your face, and you retaliated by slamming your knee into its stomach. A surprised grunt came from the entity as it doubled over, and you took the chance to free yourself.

"Have you gone mad?" it sputtered with a much weaker voice. Its voice was shaky and so was the rest of its body. You didn't bother responding, moving towards the third door in the room you hadn't been through yet. You stood in front of a dead end, a door leading to a containment cell.

'SCP-205'.

You heard angry footsteps and ragged breathing behind you. There was nowhere else to run. An idea crept into your head. You quickly made your way through the door, opening it with your keycard. SCP-049 approached you, looking less than happy. You didn't shut the door behind you, allowing the entity to follow. It stepped into the containment chamber with you, and you descended the stairs. A scene played out behind the glass, the shadow of the woman posing with two horned men.

"There is nowhere left to hide," SCP-049 spoke as it followed you down the stairs. You walked backwards, eyes kept on it. "I am willing to forgive your… transgression, as a act of good faith."

You gave it no reply, not that you think it would change the outcome if you did. SCP-049 kept on approaching as you moved backwards.

"I understand the circumstances must be frightening towards you, but I must act swiftly for your sake," it continued, reaching out its hand once more.

You bolted, suddenly bursting into motion as you sprinted towards it. SCP-049 whipped its body halfway around, watching you run up the stairs. When it fully grasped the situation, you were already up the stairs and by the door.

"What are you… no." It turned around fully, and you grabbed your keycard. "Do not dare to seal me in here!"

You slid your keycard against the reader, and the doors slid back closed. You breathed a sigh of relief, your forehead coming to rest against the closed doors. Vaguely, you could hear the plague doctor's footsteps and heavy breathing on the other side. Your head was killing you, but you decided to get a move on. The sooner you were in a safe place to figure out your situation, the better. Stepping back, you returned on your journey. You ignored the knocking on the metal door as you went.

The facility had gone eerily quiet now, the initial chaos subsiding. You didn't hear people screaming, nor any other voices. The layout made no sense either, causing you to constantly get lost and wind up in places you had already been.

"How did they get anything done in a place like this?" you muttered to nobody in particular. A blur of green flew past the corner of your eye, and you instinctively turned your head to look, your heart jumping in your throat. It vanished from view, and you gathered yourself. Another room gave you pause. You were met with a white wall, a monitor mounted to it. It showed a red chamber with pitch black gas pouring from the ceiling. You approached the screen, your brows furrowed. The screen flickered, an electrical noise emitting from it. You swore you could see a black and white face as the screen glitched out. After it ceased seemingly malfunctioning, you were no longer looking at the chamber.

It was a different place entirely, peering into another containment cell. You felt uneasy, but you couldn't quite get yourself to look away from the coffin in the center of the chamber. A sense of morbid curiosity took over as you stepped a little closer. Odd mishaps began filling the screen. A body, a strange face. It began to escalate, and your heart refused to stop racing as you felt more and more panicked. A sickening feeling crept up on you as you kept watching. Eventually, you forced your eyes shut and rubbed them. Finally you could pull yourself away from the monitor, backing out of the room as you shut it behind you. You leaned against the wall, forcing down the bile that threatened to rise up. After a few gasps, you managed to regain composure again, standing up.

You really just wanted to go home already.

ꨄ Part one

𓅓 SCP master list

[dark-light-oof]

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[digitansdiaries]

If I was a drink I’d be a pomegranate strawberry ICEE with a candy straw and sugar sprinkle add-ins with nerds

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[lostalice-diary]

awww… this is so cute!! ♡ thanks for the tag, dear ><

hmm… if i were to be a drink… i think i’d be something like an iced butterfly pea flower tea latte… with a scoop of vanilla ice cream on top!! just to make it a bit sweeter, hehe >< ♡

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[seekbobo]

Thank you for the tag!!!! <3

If I was a drink… maybe an earl grey tea with a little bit of milk and sugar? Ooo and a cookie, probably chocolate chip cause I’m basic…

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[kittytime27]

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[lunobelle]

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[ameelawless]

whats kinds of drink even exist...? i'd probably be some sweet flavored milk maybe? with some kind of soft fruit

i'm lazy if you see this you should do it

[blad3bunni3]

if I were a drink I’d be a lavender oat milk latte cause I’m extra and performative (something something flower symbolism if you catch my drift)

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[y0urbrother-thefailure]

Thx for the tag ^^

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[issamnesie]

id be black coffee probably 😭✌🏻

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[oliverkisser]

I would beeeee... uhh.. maybe a Cappuccino. With extra cream..

Talk about ITALIANISM.

Idk who to tag wait

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[madiestar-deactivated20260525]

If I was a drink I'd be a pink or blue monster (trans symbolism maybe)

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[the1ponyboy]

Thank you for tagging mee 😇😇

I think I’d be dandelion tea ☺️

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[justice-for-adam-milligan]

That’s for the tag ❤️

I’d be an oat milk chai latte because I drink so much it has basically replaced the blood in my veins

@100procrastinations @houseismyspiritanimal and @th3l3v1 you’re getting tagged again

[houseismyspiritanimal]

Thank you so much for the tag! 😊

I'd be a drink from a local cafe called a lavender lobotomy, with an ungodly amount of extra espresso shots for obvious reasons

@red-plutoo You're getting tagged because I feel like you'd have a much better answer than I do

[red-plutoo]

Thanks for the tag, unfortunately you are incorrect on me having a better answer I would be the bad apple monster with the sick ass can (the one with the blonde girl on it, I haven’t looked at it in ages, but that one)

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[rayrayhaywire]

That's an interesting game actually

I'd be one of those anime themed energy drinks with pink background people either love the taste of or hate with their entire soul, with no in between. And that's my entire personality anyway

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[alcedovoir]

Ty for the tag!!

I think I'd beee... hm...

Either blue redbull OR the entire coffee spectrum; from the blackest black coffee to ever black coffee or a something so sweet it could rot your teeth in one sip and put you in a coma with the amount of sugar it has in it

Do i make sense..? Ehh even if im not, i tried :q

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@alchemies-chime @foxtatopuff @shei-aishly @randopersonidk @justawitchylilith @cricket-fox @bean-a-fizz @halluukitti @pinky27freak @curiousmimic @violetasintheflowerart @misslillyflowers @scarlet-loves-you @creatorbiaze

[shei-aishly]

tagging me in this kind of game?ohh what a bold move~

i would practically be a lemon juice if i were to be a drink,the most sourest lemon juice of all lemons or i could be a bitter tea which i usually drink after waking up from bed,take it or leave it/j

forgive me for tagging in your busy moments dear moots

@ekipawatymzukowej @creator3clipse @freakcircuswives @pureflowerslily (i don't want to double tag since ace already tag some,hehe :>)

[creator3clipse]

Thanks for the tag, yet again, Shei!

If I was a drink... Probably an Affogato—even though that's more of a dessert-drink. For both being sweet and bitter, just like me. Depending on the person or people I'm with, of course. Or any caffeine beverages. No explanation needed. I just needed caffeine because I am exhausted as fuck! 😭

Anyways... My advanced apologies for tagging you guys!

@meikurai04 @anxiouslyillustriousforce @huggyo5 @lunaria1 @clipboard-1-2-3 @agentpixel24

[lunaria1]

Awww this is so cute!

As for me, I’m not really sure. The first thing that came to mind was those drinks we used to make during 2020 where you mix a bunch of stuff together.

I think those were called battery acid. I have autism and adhd so every day is a new me so I am not consistent at all just like battery acid drinks 😂

Anyway onto the tags! Sorry if any of you didn’t want to be tagged

@randirollz @edemtus @rachellerosziel @r-a-v-e-n1 @blackmoonowl @the-arcanic-priestess

[blackmoonowl]

I'd be a banana milkshake because I got many good memories as I have mellowed out over the years and I am kinda pale :]. I also have good memories getting milkshakes with a friend

@kitsunearcherkrono @sirenat-t @dark-light-oof

[dark-light-oof]

Hmmm...If I was a drink, I would be a latte with a shot if espresso and a splash of creme cuz sometimes I can be a bundle of energy and other times I'm often just vibing ^^

@zumikifuyu +anyone else!!

[blackmoonowl]

𝓗𝓲𝓭𝓭𝓮𝓷 𝓱𝓪𝓲𝓻𝓼

ꨄ 𝓟𝓪𝓲𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰: Werewolf x reader

ꨄ 𝓢𝓾𝓶𝓶𝓪𝓻𝔂: Your boyfriend is a strange person, and seems especially secretive during certain nights of the month. Suggestive so MDNI!

ꨄ 𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓽: 2050

Macrae's shoulders tensed as soon as you entered the kitchen. Amber eyes followed your every move as you dropped your bar onto the floor. The young man's fingers curled tightly around the large knife held within his left hand.

"Yer home late," was all that came out of his mouth. He didn't move to look at you, forcing you to look at his messy, short brown hair. "It's nearly ten."

"I'm... sorry?" You frowned as you watched his tense shoulders as he dropped the freshly cut onions in the pan. "I texted you to let you know."

"Let me know what?" The Scot finally turned around, big hands used to lean against the counter. Your eyes met his deep brown ones. The way he suppressed his accent would have been amusing if it wasn't for the odd situation.

"I got held up, my friends' plans took longer than I thought." Your soft tone caused him to loosen up a little, gently pulling you towards him by your wrist. You sighed as you buried your face into his broad chest. Macrae took a moment as he leaned down, his mouth meeting your shoulder. It was romantic, until something thick and wet dripped onto your skin.

"Mac..?" Your boyfriend pulled back immediately, turning his head away from you. You pulled down your sleeve a bit to wipe the wet stain off, him doing the same to wipe off his mouth.

"Sorry, just feelin' a wee bit ill."

"I noticed," you mumbled as you looked at his slightly bloodshot eyes. Questions welled up in your mind, but you shook them off. You approached the stove, a pleasant aroma meeting your nose. Macrae had been grilling a large chunk of meat, spices rubbed into it. A few holes in the cut of meat caught your attention, and you shot Macrae a questioning look.

"Aye uh… haven't had anything to eat," he sheepishly muttered, gently tugging on the strings of the oversized hoodie he was wearing. He dumped the vegetables in the pan with the meat, hovering over you. You took the opportunity to place your hand on his forehead. The man froze completely, his eyes darting to you.

"What're ye doing?" His rough voice made you frown as you turned your hand, now pressing the back of your hand against his cheek.

"Checking for a fever… you know if you're feeling off, you should go see the doctor." Macrae shook his head, leaning away from you. A small of frustration washed over you.

"You've been doing this ever since we started dating," you huffed as you crossed your arms, leaning away. The man brushed his hand through his hair as you glared at him. Despite his strong, tall stature, he seemed to shrink a little under your tone.

"You act weird, you leave in the middle of the night." You inhaled slightly so you could continue your rant. "And you never tell me why, or what you're even doing!"

"I cannae help it," he muttered as he stabbed into the meat, flawlessly flipping it back over. A neutral, slightly saddened expression washed over his face. You let out a small sigh, rubbing your face.

"Look, Macrae…" you started, pausing after calling out his name. He poked at the vegetables before glancing back at you. You placed your hand on his back, ignoring the small hairs stuck to it. "I'm worried is all."

"I know," he replied, turning off the stove as he looked down at you properly. "I'm sorry, it's just hard for me to talk about it."

"Why's that?" you questioned. The frown remained on your face, watching as he glanced out the window before tugging on the blinds. "Do you… not trust me?"

"I do," he swiftly replied. He turned to face you fully, awkwardly tugging up his worn out sweatpants. You groaned internally as you looked at the third tear that had appeared in it this week. When you looked back up at him, his gaze had softened further. He placed his oddly warm hand on your cheek. "I love you more than anythin', I promise."

"I know," you muttered softly. A heavy silence filled the room, only interrupted by him placing the meat in the oven. It only took a few seconds before you couldn't stand it any longer.

"I'm going to take a shower," you mumbled. You stepped away from his side, grabbing your bag as you went to leave the kitchen.

"Aye.." he muttered in response. You felt a bit bad, hearing his defeated tone. You dragged yourself to the bathroom, the exhaustion of the day finally catching up with you. There were some dirty clothes and towels in a pile on the bathroom floor. You paid it no mind as you dropped your towel on the edge of the bathtub.

The hot water relaxed your muscles further, and you closed your eyes for a bit. After what felt like an eternity, you finally reached for your favorite scented soap. You attempted to squeeze the soap out, only for a small bit to drop into your palm. You frowned, shaking the packaging, but nothing more came out. You huffed.

"Seriously? No wonder he smelled so good…"

You placed the bottle back on the small metal shelf on the shower wall, next to some other items. You became slightly more annoyed when you saw Macrae's shaving razor completely covered in thick brown hair.

After you finished showering, you grabbed your towel to dry back off. You glanced at the pile of his typical simple clothes, accompanied by used towels. Something caught your eye, though. Red stains covered his usually brown hoodie on the front, as well as the formerly fully white towel. There were hairs all over the pile, too. That feeling of unease washed over you again. The thoughts followed you as you headed to your shared bedroom. His side of the bed was a mess, as usual. You grabbed one of his other hoodies, pulling it on along with a pair of your own shorts.

Your bare feet barely made any noise as you entered the dining and kitchen area. Despite that, Macrae immediately turned his head to look at you as soon as you entered the room. His eyes drifted to your current attire, before drifting to your bare legs. You decided not to bring up the towel issue. It was getting late, and it wouldn't be the first time he cut himself trying to shave his face.

"Ye look great," he muttered, reaching out his hand as you approached him. The muscled man wrapped his arm around you, pulling you close to him. "And you're all mine."

A small smile crept on your face as you stood on your toes, kissing his cheek. Macrae leaned down immediately to press his lips against yours. Your arms snaked around his neck as his hands tightly gripped your thighs. You were lightly puzzled as a low growl came out of his throat. Your tongue swiped over his lips, prompting him to shove his nearly down your throat. Leaning down further, he grabbed onto your thighs. His nails felt sharp as he lifted you off the ground, putting you on the counter.

"Someone's eager," you teased. Macrae didn't spare you a response as he tried to press himself closer to you. Despite night passing over, a dim light shone through the window and mixed with the brighter light of the kitchen. You felt a pinch in your lip, jolting your body slightly and causing your boyfriend to groan. The prepared meal was left ignored as he gently pulled your hair back to latch onto your throat. You ran your tongue past your lower lip, tasting something coppery pouring out of a small puncture wound. His touch became more desperate as one of his hands snaked under your thigh as the other wrapped around your back. You felt something sharp scrape across your throat, sending chills down your spine.

"A bit too eager," you mumbled as you gently tugged his hair. Macrae bit down further, causing you to wince. You slapped his back with your free hand. "Dammit, Towser!"

That caused him to release you, quickly whipping his head back with his mouth still open. Your heart dropped as you saw his big sharp teeth, which he definitely hadn't had before. Your heart began to race as you noticed the blood staining the large canines.

"Macrae… what the actual fuck?" Your voice was weaker than you would have liked as you tried to pull up your legs. his body was still firmly planted between your thighs as he grunted. His pupils were blown and you did not recall his arms ever being that hairy. His nails had grown and the veins on his hands stuck out. You tried to shove him, and that seemed to finally snap him out of it. Well, somewhat. Macrae took a step back, his body slightly more hunched over, his head slowly turning to the window. The moonlight was now shining through fully.

"Macrae?" Your voice caught his attention again. You hopped off the counter, making sure to maintaining distance from him. "What the hell is going on with you?"

You got no response from him, instead he hunched over further and further. Finally, he was standing on transforming feet and hands. His clothing strained against his new form, the hair on his head now indistinguishable from he fur growing out of the rest of his body. You watched in horror as your weird, yet loving boyfriend was replaced by a large wolf. You glanced at the already turned off oven. You inched closer to it as the animal sniffed the air, turning his head to keep facing you.

"So that's what you didn't want to tell me…" you mumbled. You opened the oven, and the wolf's eyes snapped to look at the large chunk of meat.

"You want your midnight snack?" you asked, trying to keep your voice from shaking. You opened the utensils drawer slightly to grab a fork. Closing it behind you, you stabbed it into the meat before throwing it onto the floor along with the vegetables. The metal of the tray that was formerly underneath the food clattered on the ground, earning a growl from the brown animal. His aggressive stance become more subdued as he sniffed at the ground, approaching the large chunk of meat. He sank his teeth into it before dragging it off to a corner of the room so he could tear it to pieces.

You stared at him for a while, nothing how he didn't quite look like a wolf. The uncanny new appearance of the man that slept next to you every night made your stomach twist. You grabbed the house keys, the animal paying you no mind. You took a second to catch your breath before locking the door to the outside, sealing yourself in the home with him. Macrae was mostly through his meal as you inched your way towards the bedroom again. You shut the bedroom door behind you, barricading it with your nightstand. You quickly decided that wasn't enough. You grabbed his nightstand too, ignoring the bottle of strong sleeping pills that fell off it. After shoving it against the door as well, you backed away.

You sat there in the bed for what felt like ages before the shock wore off, and you got a few uneasy hours of rest.

The morning after your body jolted awake, eyes darting all over the still empty room. The sun was now rising, the moon having disappeared once more.

You carefully approached the door, pulling away the nightstands. You grabbed a metal coat hanger as a weapon as you slowly stepped outside. The rest of your shared home was left largely unharmed, but you couldn't find your boyfriend in the living area or the kitchen. All of the vegetables had been eaten, though. Finally, you wandered into the bathroom. There your boyfriend was, human again. His clothes were disheveled and he was laying on the dirt laundry. A pang of guilt shot through you as you knelt down beside him. he didn't wake up when you shook him, and you sighed.

This was going to be one hell of a conversation later.

𓅓 Monster Masterlist

[blackmoonowl]

𝓗𝓲𝓭𝓭𝓮𝓷 𝓱𝓪𝓲𝓻𝓼

ꨄ 𝓟𝓪𝓲𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰: Werewolf x reader

ꨄ 𝓢𝓾𝓶𝓶𝓪𝓻𝔂: Your boyfriend is a strange person, and seems especially secretive during certain nights of the month. Suggestive so MDNI!

ꨄ 𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓽: 2050

Macrae's shoulders tensed as soon as you entered the kitchen. Amber eyes followed your every move as you dropped your bar onto the floor. The young man's fingers curled tightly around the large knife held within his left hand.

"Yer home late," was all that came out of his mouth. He didn't move to look at you, forcing you to look at his messy, short brown hair. "It's nearly ten."

"I'm... sorry?" You frowned as you watched his tense shoulders as he dropped the freshly cut onions in the pan. "I texted you to let you know."

"Let me know what?" The Scot finally turned around, big hands used to lean against the counter. Your eyes met his deep brown ones. The way he suppressed his accent would have been amusing if it wasn't for the odd situation.

"I got held up, my friends' plans took longer than I thought." Your soft tone caused him to loosen up a little, gently pulling you towards him by your wrist. You sighed as you buried your face into his broad chest. Macrae took a moment as he leaned down, his mouth meeting your shoulder. It was romantic, until something thick and wet dripped onto your skin.

"Mac..?" Your boyfriend pulled back immediately, turning his head away from you. You pulled down your sleeve a bit to wipe the wet stain off, him doing the same to wipe off his mouth.

"Sorry, just feelin' a wee bit ill."

"I noticed," you mumbled as you looked at his slightly bloodshot eyes. Questions welled up in your mind, but you shook them off. You approached the stove, a pleasant aroma meeting your nose. Macrae had been grilling a large chunk of meat, spices rubbed into it. A few holes in the cut of meat caught your attention, and you shot Macrae a questioning look.

"Aye uh… haven't had anything to eat," he sheepishly muttered, gently tugging on the strings of the oversized hoodie he was wearing. He dumped the vegetables in the pan with the meat, hovering over you. You took the opportunity to place your hand on his forehead. The man froze completely, his eyes darting to you.

"What're ye doing?" His rough voice made you frown as you turned your hand, now pressing the back of your hand against his cheek.

"Checking for a fever… you know if you're feeling off, you should go see the doctor." Macrae shook his head, leaning away from you. A small of frustration washed over you.

"You've been doing this ever since we started dating," you huffed as you crossed your arms, leaning away. The man brushed his hand through his hair as you glared at him. Despite his strong, tall stature, he seemed to shrink a little under your tone.

"You act weird, you leave in the middle of the night." You inhaled slightly so you could continue your rant. "And you never tell me why, or what you're even doing!"

"I cannae help it," he muttered as he stabbed into the meat, flawlessly flipping it back over. A neutral, slightly saddened expression washed over his face. You let out a small sigh, rubbing your face.

"Look, Macrae…" you started, pausing after calling out his name. He poked at the vegetables before glancing back at you. You placed your hand on his back, ignoring the small hairs stuck to it. "I'm worried is all."

"I know," he replied, turning off the stove as he looked down at you properly. "I'm sorry, it's just hard for me to talk about it."

"Why's that?" you questioned. The frown remained on your face, watching as he glanced out the window before tugging on the blinds. "Do you… not trust me?"

"I do," he swiftly replied. He turned to face you fully, awkwardly tugging up his worn out sweatpants. You groaned internally as you looked at the third tear that had appeared in it this week. When you looked back up at him, his gaze had softened further. He placed his oddly warm hand on your cheek. "I love you more than anythin', I promise."

"I know," you muttered softly. A heavy silence filled the room, only interrupted by him placing the meat in the oven. It only took a few seconds before you couldn't stand it any longer.

"I'm going to take a shower," you mumbled. You stepped away from his side, grabbing your bag as you went to leave the kitchen.

"Aye.." he muttered in response. You felt a bit bad, hearing his defeated tone. You dragged yourself to the bathroom, the exhaustion of the day finally catching up with you. There were some dirty clothes and towels in a pile on the bathroom floor. You paid it no mind as you dropped your towel on the edge of the bathtub.

The hot water relaxed your muscles further, and you closed your eyes for a bit. After what felt like an eternity, you finally reached for your favorite scented soap. You attempted to squeeze the soap out, only for a small bit to drop into your palm. You frowned, shaking the packaging, but nothing more came out. You huffed.

"Seriously? No wonder he smelled so good…"

You placed the bottle back on the small metal shelf on the shower wall, next to some other items. You became slightly more annoyed when you saw Macrae's shaving razor completely covered in thick brown hair.

After you finished showering, you grabbed your towel to dry back off. You glanced at the pile of his typical simple clothes, accompanied by used towels. Something caught your eye, though. Red stains covered his usually brown hoodie on the front, as well as the formerly fully white towel. There were hairs all over the pile, too. That feeling of unease washed over you again. The thoughts followed you as you headed to your shared bedroom. His side of the bed was a mess, as usual. You grabbed one of his other hoodies, pulling it on along with a pair of your own shorts.

Your bare feet barely made any noise as you entered the dining and kitchen area. Despite that, Macrae immediately turned his head to look at you as soon as you entered the room. His eyes drifted to your current attire, before drifting to your bare legs. You decided not to bring up the towel issue. It was getting late, and it wouldn't be the first time he cut himself trying to shave his face.

"Ye look great," he muttered, reaching out his hand as you approached him. The muscled man wrapped his arm around you, pulling you close to him. "And you're all mine."

A small smile crept on your face as you stood on your toes, kissing his cheek. Macrae leaned down immediately to press his lips against yours. Your arms snaked around his neck as his hands tightly gripped your thighs. You were lightly puzzled as a low growl came out of his throat. Your tongue swiped over his lips, prompting him to shove his nearly down your throat. Leaning down further, he grabbed onto your thighs. His nails felt sharp as he lifted you off the ground, putting you on the counter.

"Someone's eager," you teased. Macrae didn't spare you a response as he tried to press himself closer to you. Despite night passing over, a dim light shone through the window and mixed with the brighter light of the kitchen. You felt a pinch in your lip, jolting your body slightly and causing your boyfriend to groan. The prepared meal was left ignored as he gently pulled your hair back to latch onto your throat. You ran your tongue past your lower lip, tasting something coppery pouring out of a small puncture wound. His touch became more desperate as one of his hands snaked under your thigh as the other wrapped around your back. You felt something sharp scrape across your throat, sending chills down your spine.

"A bit too eager," you mumbled as you gently tugged his hair. Macrae bit down further, causing you to wince. You slapped his back with your free hand. "Dammit, Towser!"

That caused him to release you, quickly whipping his head back with his mouth still open. Your heart dropped as you saw his big sharp teeth, which he definitely hadn't had before. Your heart began to race as you noticed the blood staining the large canines.

"Macrae… what the actual fuck?" Your voice was weaker than you would have liked as you tried to pull up your legs. his body was still firmly planted between your thighs as he grunted. His pupils were blown and you did not recall his arms ever being that hairy. His nails had grown and the veins on his hands stuck out. You tried to shove him, and that seemed to finally snap him out of it. Well, somewhat. Macrae took a step back, his body slightly more hunched over, his head slowly turning to the window. The moonlight was now shining through fully.

"Macrae?" Your voice caught his attention again. You hopped off the counter, making sure to maintaining distance from him. "What the hell is going on with you?"

You got no response from him, instead he hunched over further and further. Finally, he was standing on transforming feet and hands. His clothing strained against his new form, the hair on his head now indistinguishable from he fur growing out of the rest of his body. You watched in horror as your weird, yet loving boyfriend was replaced by a large wolf. You glanced at the already turned off oven. You inched closer to it as the animal sniffed the air, turning his head to keep facing you.

"So that's what you didn't want to tell me…" you mumbled. You opened the oven, and the wolf's eyes snapped to look at the large chunk of meat.

"You want your midnight snack?" you asked, trying to keep your voice from shaking. You opened the utensils drawer slightly to grab a fork. Closing it behind you, you stabbed it into the meat before throwing it onto the floor along with the vegetables. The metal of the tray that was formerly underneath the food clattered on the ground, earning a growl from the brown animal. His aggressive stance become more subdued as he sniffed at the ground, approaching the large chunk of meat. He sank his teeth into it before dragging it off to a corner of the room so he could tear it to pieces.

You stared at him for a while, nothing how he didn't quite look like a wolf. The uncanny new appearance of the man that slept next to you every night made your stomach twist. You grabbed the house keys, the animal paying you no mind. You took a second to catch your breath before locking the door to the outside, sealing yourself in the home with him. Macrae was mostly through his meal as you inched your way towards the bedroom again. You shut the bedroom door behind you, barricading it with your nightstand. You quickly decided that wasn't enough. You grabbed his nightstand too, ignoring the bottle of strong sleeping pills that fell off it. After shoving it against the door as well, you backed away.

You sat there in the bed for what felt like ages before the shock wore off, and you got a few uneasy hours of rest.

The morning after your body jolted awake, eyes darting all over the still empty room. The sun was now rising, the moon having disappeared once more.

You carefully approached the door, pulling away the nightstands. You grabbed a metal coat hanger as a weapon as you slowly stepped outside. The rest of your shared home was left largely unharmed, but you couldn't find your boyfriend in the living area or the kitchen. All of the vegetables had been eaten, though. Finally, you wandered into the bathroom. There your boyfriend was, human again. His clothes were disheveled and he was laying on the dirt laundry. A pang of guilt shot through you as you knelt down beside him. he didn't wake up when you shook him, and you sighed.

This was going to be one hell of a conversation later.

[felisgalactus]

So that Digital Circus episode huh

[thesassycat]

You can only reblog this today.

[askjennaflorida]

I missed my chance last year. Not gonna let it happen again

[iotaqizm]

[ID: A billboard decorated with a super Mario background, and the words, “Have a super Mar 10!” The super Mar 10 looks like it says super Mario. /end ID]

[randomalienencounter]

ℸ ̣𝙹╎↸ᔑ||ᓭ MAR 10 ⊣⚍||ᓭᒷ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[dark-light-oof]

...

So I may end up canceling the gofundme for Koru. His system is shutting down and he's most likely gonna be put down today. I'm sorry I wasted everybody's time.

[dark-light-oof]

Support my cat!

hello! I just wanted to come on here and talk about my cat, Koru. He was recently diagnosed with severe pancreatitis and the cost for treatment is high. I made a gofundme for him so if ya’ll can spread the word about it and even donate, it would help a lot! https://www.gofundme.com/f/support-korus-treatment-and-recovery

[chococookiez]

Fun fact even if you do verify your id for discord they can just revoke your access whenever they feel like, ive already had to verify once since i live in the uk and our government is a sack of shit and i tried to access a channel just now and got this message, DONT EVEN BOTHER VERIFYING THEY CAN JUST TAKE IT BACK FOR NO GOD DAMN REASON!!

[polter-g3ist]

IS IT WORKING ON GOD⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️

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[dark-light-oof]

Why do I keep forgetting to update my stuff-

[anxietyproblem]

[salmonella-destroyer-of-worlds]

But it taste so good..

[dailycatsblog]

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