Disclaimer
This account is written in-character as Derek Goffard. That means: ā ļø Heās rude. ā ļø Heās arrogant. ā ļø He absolutely will not be nice to you. ā ļø He talks like a villain because he is one.
If he says something cruel, dismissive, or wildly unhinged thatās the point. Please donāt take it personally. Itās fiction. Heās a fictional bastard.
If youāre here for soft vibes and warm hugs, you are very lost. If you're here to see a spoiled, possessive freak talk about his āmuttā and rant about his brother, welcome aboard.
That being said, this account is for fun and exploring his character in dark, psychological fiction.Please donāt take anything personally this is creative roleplay and character work only.
š« I will not post or tolerate real-life abuse, gore, or anything non-consensual/non-fictional.
š You are absolutely free to block or mute me if this content makes you uncomfortable. Your safety comes first.
š¬ Ask box is open, but I have every right to decline any request for any reason.
š Please have your age in your bio if you interact. This space is for adults only.
Letās keep it creative, creepy, and respectful of each otherās boundaries.
More details below
ā What to Expect:
This is a fictional horror blog featuring a violent, possessive, psychologically disturbed man who refers to his partner as āhis mutt.ā Expect:
Dark themes
Power imbalances
Obsession and manipulation
Coercion and unhealthy dynamics
Emotional cruelty
Violence and horror
Dubious morality and unreliable narration
Rape/Sexual violence
Body Horror
Creative depictions of fictional torment, degradation, and captivity
This is not a comfort blog. This is not a safe space for healing, softness, or healthy romantic arcs. It is intentionally disturbing, intense, and written with psychological horror in mind.
š« What You Will Not Find Here:
I do not write or allow the following topics, in-character or out:
š« Real-life abuse glorification or trauma dumping
š« Pregnancy
š« Incest
š« Pedophilia / age gaps involving minors
š« Bestiality or zoophilia
š« Vomit / scat
š« āFixingā Derek
š« Requests involving real harm, real people, or personal venting
I can add more at any time if they come up.
š« A Note on Content Boundaries:
I know taboo fiction can be a way to explore really complex or intense parts of human nature. Sometimes itās symbolic, sometimes itās a coping tool, sometimes itās just about curiosity and thatās okay. Iām not here to shame anyone for what theyāre drawn to in fiction.
That said, this blog has its own tone and limits. I write horror, psychological tension, and dark dynamicsābut I donāt glorify or romanticize real harm. If thatās what you're looking for, this space might not be the right fit, and thatās okay too.
Youāre allowed to enjoy what you enjoy. Truly. Iām just curating this space for a specific kind of storytellingāand I hope that makes sense.
No judgment. No hard feelings. Please take care of yourself peeps
This blog will always try its best to be respectful, even while staying in-character and exploring dark, uncomfortable themes. Derek is a fictional character with violent, possessive, and cruel tendenciesābut I as the writer donāt glorify abuse, real trauma, or harmful dynamics.
This space is about storytelling, not promotion of real-life harm. If something ever crosses a line or comes off wrong, Iām open to reflecting and doing better. Weāre all learning, and personal growth matters. That includes me.
I know this kind of content can be intense. Please always prioritize your own boundaries and mental well-being. Youāre allowed to block, unfollow, or step away if itās too much. Thereās no shame in that.
This blog exists for creative explorationānot to hurt or invalidate anyone.
š³ļøāš No homophobia on this blog. Full stop. This is a safe space.
That said Derek as a character has internalized homophobia, and it may surface in-character, especially if I'm asked about male reader scenarios. Itās not meant to validate or endorse that behavior itās part of portraying a deeply flawed, psychologically damaged character. If that makes you uncomfortable, please take care of yourself first and feel free to block or unfollow. You are never obligated to engage with content that hurts you.
Iām a straight cis woman, and while I do my best to write responsibly and respectfully, I know I donāt have every lived experience. If I ever mess up, I will listen. I care about growth, about learning, and about making this space safe for everyone engaging with dark fiction. Please know Iām always open to being called in kindness and clarity go a long way, and I appreciate it when people take the time to help me be better.
š·Hard Rule (No Exceptions)š· If you glorify, excuse, romanticize, or fetishize pedophilia in any way this is not the space for you. You will be blocked immediately. No debate, no discussion.
This blog does not tolerate that, in-character or out. Some lines are not meant to be crossed.
This isnāt just about fictional content. That kind of material can and has been used to groom real-life minors, and that crosses a line I will never be comfortable with. Itās not the same as writing about violence or murderābecause no one uses fictional murder to convince someone that murder is normal or acceptable.
But people do use pedophilic content to normalize abuse. And thatās not welcome here. Period.
š· Also a Hard Line: Rape Glorification .š·
Fictional horror is not the problem. Glorification is.
š About the Creator: GatoBob
GatoBobās games and characters carry a singular brand of horror precisely because they never sugar-coat pain or suffering. Every twisted corridor and every broken soul in her worlds is treated with brutal honestyāno cheap scares, no false comforts. We have nothing but respect for her craft and understand that, like all of us, sheās humanāusing her own experiences, fears, and empathy to channel genuine terror without ever dehumanizing her subjects.
We honor GatoBobās need for privacy. Any attempts to invade her personal space, harass, or berate her whether here or elsewhere will not be tolerated and will result in an immediate block.
š About the Creator: Electricpuke
We donāt support Electric Puke here. While dark fiction has its place, their work consistently failed to frame abuse and horror with the care it demands. The tone, treatment, and implications often felt careless and harmful. Weāre not here to punch down or stir drama, but we wonāt ignore crossed lines either.
No offense if you like their characters some had real potential. I felt that too, more in a āwhat couldāve beenā way. But the creatorās real-life abuse of a close friend, followed by their disappearance without accountability, is something I canāt overlook. And frames there work in across black cloud I cant really over look.
This blog is about handling horror with thought, not excuses. Iām rewriting one of their stories because those characters and the people who loved them deserved better. my other tumblr account will be making updates :3
āļø About the Blogger
Iām a proud punk and a staunch feminist, and this blog is where I let all of that attitude loose on the page. Iām also hopelessly hooked on BG3 the way it weaves character drama, moral choices, and tactical chaos is everything I love. I lace my work with dark humor and punchlines, because sometimes the only way through the horror is to laugh at it.
Iāve got a razor-sharp sense of dark humor and I love a good punch line, even when Iām poking fun at my own demons. Speaking of demons, I spent years under a narcissistic boss and Iām still healing from that so thereās a streak of survivorās grit running through everything I write.
But donāt let the dark vibes fool you: I have a soft spot for all things cute. I grew up obsessed with anime and kawaii style,the pastel colors, chibi characters, and sugar-sweet aesthetics, and I still collect stickers, plushies, and merch to this day. That love for the adorable and the unsettling coexist here, because lifeās richest stories live in those contrasts.
Iām a proud baker whoās learned to knead anxiety into something beautiful whether itās the comforting stretch of sourdough, the simple joy of warm cookies. Here, every recipe is my way of finding calm in precision, of turning messy thoughts into sweet, shareable moments. And yes, if you ever need a recipe to bake through your own storm, just ask Iāve always got one ready!
š Respecting Personal Boundaries
Iām committed to honoring everyoneās comfort levels (with as many warnings as i can) my own included. If I choose not to share certain details, thatās entirely my decision, and itās not anyone elseās place to demand explanations. This space thrives on trust and mutual respect: feel free to engage only with what youāre comfortable with, and know that Iāll do the same.
Why do I call myself Birdie? Well, between you and me, a little birdie told me it suits me , a bit cheeky, and always ready to sing when the silence gets too loud. Plus, who doesnāt want to be known as the chirpiest troublemaker in the nest? š¦āØ
š« Zero Politics & Troll-Free Zone
This isnāt a platform for partisan shouting or extremist propaganda. No Republicans, no Nazis, no trollsāallowed. If youāre here to flog any political agenda or start drama, youāll be shown the door faster than a sparrow in a hawkās talons. Keep it fiction, keep it creative, and keep it civil.
š« No Tolerance for Racism
Racism has no place here. I understand that biases are often ingrained from a young age, shaped by society and environment. But that doesnāt mean itās acceptable or that itās something Iāll tolerate. . If youāre here to spread hate, donāt botherāthis space is for growth, understanding, and respect.
š« Hard Boundaries š« This blog does not post real-life gore, trauma content, or kink. Everything here is fictional, stylized, or illustrated. If it's not drawn, it's not here. This space is for creative exploration, not shock value or unsafe material.
š§ No Ableism ā Full Stop This blog is a safe space for neurodivergent folks and people with physical disabilities. Iām neurodivergent myself, and I wonāt tolerate ableist slurs, mockery, or the dehumanization of anyone for how their brain or body works. That includes making fun of mobility aids, chronic illness, or mental health.
This blog refuses to treat mental illness like a punchline, a horror trope, or a reason to dehumanize anyone. We are not monsters, warnings, or dramatic plot devices we are people. Neurodivergent people. Traumatized people. People who live with depression, anxiety, psychosis, PTSD, BPD, OCD, and more.
That said mental health is an explanation, not an excuse. No diagnosis gives someone a free pass to be cruel, abusive, or bigoted. You can be struggling and still be accountable for how you treat others. You can make mistakes, but growth has to follow.
So if youāre here to fearmonger, mock, or reduce someone to their brain chemistry, go ahead and hit that block button on your way out. This space is for storytelling, for healing, for exploring the dark but not for reinforcing stigma.
And hey remember to take your meds, drink some water, and breathe. (snri gang where)
Itās not a moral failure to need help. It's not weakness. Itās not something to be ashamed of. Needing medication, therapy, routines, comfort objects, or even just a moment to cry in the shower doesnāt make you broken it makes you real. It makes you human.
You are not less than for struggling. Youāre not defective for needing extra care. You are doing what it takes to stay here, to stay grounded, to survive and sometimes thatās messy, tired, and quiet. Sometimes itās loud and angry and flailing. And sometimes itās just a small, stubborn kind of hope clinging on by the teeth.
So take your meds. Eat something if you can. Wrap yourself in a blanket burrito if thatās what the day calls for. You're doing enough. You're enough.
š¤ No Sexism. All Hail Evil Women.
Sexism is not tolerated hereāperiod. This is a radically feminist space built on sharp thinking, loud voices, and zero patience for misogyny. Iāve read Andrea Dworkin and came out swinging.
And yes, we love evil women here. The unapologetic, the terrifying, the ones who burn everything down and look good doing it.
š Riot Grrrl Birdie Meets Rich Boy Hyena : A Love Story
How Can a Feminist Punk Like Him?
Why do I like Derek? Oh my god. Rowdy, handsome, pain-in-the-ass blondes are my exact brand of brain poison. He looks like violence in a red headband and talks like heās never heard the word āconsequenceā in his life. And that āhe took you homeā ending?? That rewired my yandere x reader heart like a defibrillator to the soul. Like HELLO?? There you are, you awful little man. You emotionally catastrophic gremlin. Heās possessive, mean, charming in the way a knife glints in the sun and I ate that UP like a rabid raccoon in a sugar bin. I donāt want to fix him. I want to watch the trainwreck from front row seats with popcorn and a feral grin.
But letās be clearāthis isnāt glorification. Derekās a fictional monster, not a fantasy boyfriend. Iām not here to swoon; Iām here to peel back the skin and study what festers underneath. These stories are messed up on purpose. The horror is deliberate. The discomfort is the point. Iām not writing about loveāIām writing about control, survival, fear, and the way people rot when no oneās watching.
Fiction is my sandbox to play with obsession, cruelty, and the razor-thin edge of vulnerability without hurting a soul. Itās a pressure valve, a mirror, a way to take the feelings weāre not āsupposedā to have and give them a cage to rattle in. And I donāt owe anyone a sugarcoated version of that. I donāt want to.
And yeah, it all circles back to being a punk and a feminist. Because I refuse to be told what stories Iām āallowedā to like, or what reactions are āappropriate.ā I wonāt pretend the monstrous isnāt alluring just because it makes people uncomfortable. Writing dark shit with sharp teeth is how I bite back at the world, at my past, at everything that ever told me to be quiet or be good.
I grew up on horror, rage, and weird girls with notebooks. I found power in unsettling things, and Iām not here to apologize for that. I'm not here to make it palatable, or tidy, or morally clean. Iām here to make it true in the way only fiction can be.
š« That being said if you come into my space throwing sexist slurs or trying to tear me down for being a woman who writes dark content, youāre getting blocked immediately. No debate, no second chances. Iāve dealt with enough of that in real life. This blog is not here to be anyoneās punching bag.
š¾ Thanks for reading all the way down, peeps and pups. Whether youāre here for the chaos, the character deep-dives, or just to lurk like a little freak glad to have you. Grab a snack, stay weird, and remember: the knives are metaphorical (mostly). šš¤
