Honestly everyone just uses the nicknames they come up with themselves, so you can call me whatever you want or just use Moonie.
I'm trying to improve my writing, but unfortunately I genuinely don't have the time to sit down and write.
Historicholic đ
Eng not my native language and my eng is terrible, really.
I used to have a One Piece account but I deleted it.
Since academic life is extremely difficult and unfair in my country, I can't even read fanfics on tumblr properly. So if there are any works you think I might like, please don't hesitate to share them with me. I'd be really grateful!
Requests are closed but you can always drop by for a chat.
Btw I'd genuinely love to talk, meeting new people and finding others with similar interests means everything to me!
If you feed my works to ai, there will be things for us to discuss in the afterlife.
If you send requests while requests are closed, know that I will definitely delete them.
I will not write overly detailed things or anything specific to a certain race. I want my works to be something everyone can read.
Don't be rude, be polite.
No incest / daddy-stepdad
No male reader / only gn or fem
No omegaverse
No character x character
No disgusting fantasies
Be specific if you want a specific
I do write nsfw but I'm not good at it, just know that.
This image...*strokes the screen like studying a sacred ancient artifact*...has officially become my reason to keep going in life.
GOD THISSSS ISSSS MYYY FAVORITE DANNY SHIT TFF AETT ARTTT NOW. WHAT IS THIS??? WHY IS THE FUCKING NOBODY TALKING ABOUT IT??? FUCK THE ALGORITHM, I'M LOSING MY MINDD â°ïž
Btw I'm kissing your talented hands because you've given me a treasure I'll be staring at every night before bed while whispering "goodnight" to it
I CAN'T DO THIS. The details in this drawing are murdering me. I need a cigaretteâoh right, I don't smoke. Fuck.
what kinda music are u into? I love ur writing btw and Im genuinely curious what u listen to LOL my guess is something like nirvana or ICP
Ahh is it really that obvious? I absolutely love their songs and yeahhh I guess you could call it that kind of vibe. The thing is, I can never stick to just one genre. Whatever my soul decides to accept, that's what I listen to lol.
But I can definitely list my favorite songs đđ
âïž Gazapizm â YOU ABSOLUTELY NEED TO LISTEN TO "SĂŒzĂŒlerek" AND "SaÄ Solu Kes"! TRUST ME ON THIS ONE!!
âïž I Hate Myself For Loving You
âïž Kufi / Senden Daha GĂŒzel / Her Ćeyi Yak â Duman
âïž DĂŒnyanın Sonuna DoÄru / We Could Be The Same (Brussels) â maNga
âïž I Hate Everything About You â Three Days Grace
âïž Cambaz / Deli (thissss, thissss) â Mor ve Ătesi
âïž Hurt â 1 800 PAIN
âïž Teeth â 5 Seconds Of Summer & Lady Gaga
âïž Mr. Sandman
âïž Sandman
âïž Body â Drowning Pool
âïž I Don't Wanna Be Me
âïž The Trooper
âïž Yarım Kalan Sigara / Ćeytan ve Melekler â No. 1
âïž Should I Stay or Should I Go â The Clash
âïž Numb / In The End â Linkin Park
âïž Kafama Göre â Atena
âïž Paint It Black â The Rolling Stones
âïž Suspus â Ceza
âïž No One Knows â Queens Of The Stone Age
âïž MESELA YANÄ° (I listen to this every single day like a mad UGHH. This song genuinely feels like it was written by stitching together my childhood and everything that's left of me) / Hikaye Bitti Ăoktan â Kayra (Every song this man makes is a work of art...)
âïž Unutulanlar â Farazi (The original version was perfect. It featured two of the best rappers together but they eventually fell out with each other and removed the collaboration. This is a different version but it's still beautiful.)
âïž Susamam (You should definitely watch the music video but it's pretty heavy. It talks about real life issues and truths about life. Definitely not lighthearted stuff)
âïž Nope You're Too Late I Already Died
âïž Joshua Kyan Aalampour (A classical artist. I've known his work for over a year now, and he's one of the talented artists who helps me calm down. Especially Enemies to Loversss)
âïž Anne German (A wonderful artist who randomly entered my life one night by pure chance. She's been my support through some of my darkest times.)
âïž Gözlerimin İçinde â Salvar Salvo
âïž Holiday / American Idiot / Boulevard of Broken Dreams - Green Day
âïž Paranoid 2009 (ofc lol)
âïž Yenilmez (which literally means Invincible lol) â Hidra
Nolan, the husband you half-reluctantly married, wakes up even more lazily than you in the morningsâand you can't quite figure out how that happens. You might start wondering if he's somehow related to sloths.
Nolan, the husband you half-reluctantly married, keeps pulling the same excuse for every strange thing he does "Getting used to you weak ones is very difficult."
Nolan, the husband you half-reluctantly married, comes shopping with you in a grumpy moodâwhile giving every person who walks past the strangest looks imaginable, staring at them until they're completely out of sight.
Nolan, the husband you half-reluctantly married, still hasn't figured out how weaker people end up getting the front of the line. Neverâabsolutely neverâask him to hold a spot in line for you. "Nolan, can u hold our place in line?" While you're picking up another box of cereal and examining it, he says, "Yeah I'll handle it." You watch in horror as he walks toward the lineâand before even reaching the very front, he rips off the head of the man standing there and throws it at the others like a ball, with deadly force. After that, you had to run. And you might have thrown up quite a lot too. Which made him think you were pregnant.
Nolan, the husband you half-reluctantly married, keeps up with your endless demands nonstop. To an extremely annoying degree. You'll try to find a reason to get mad at him, but before you can even continue, he'll already fix the problem. "Damn it Nolan, what are these stains on the carpet!?" With a neutral expression, he'll tilt his head slightly toward the carpetâthen in the next second he's moving right in front of your eyes, already holding a brush and before you can even close your mouth in surprise, the carpet is completely clean.
Nolan, the husband you half-reluctantly married, will take care of the baby during the nights and early mornings instead of you. Afterwards, he'll complain about how tired he isâjust so you'll give him some attention. (Honestly this might a bit more for women but you could have get the baby in other ways too. I'll leave it to your imagination.)
Nolan, the husband you half-reluctantly married, even tries to steal the baby's attention time. "Nolan, cut it outâyou two aren't even on the same level." As you try to get past his body to pick the baby up from the bed, he keeps stepping in your way, mimicking your movements and blocking you. "As long as it's cared for enough to survive, the rest doesn't really matter." he insists. According to him, no one dies from a lack of affection. But at the end of the day, the one who's actually needy for your affection is him.
Nolan, the husband you half-reluctantly married, turns the playful ass slapping you started into a full on competition. Whether you're doing chores, walking outside, passing by him or lying down in bedâeverywhere, that hand will land at least once, smacking you hard enough to make your flesh jiggle.
Nolan, the husband you half-reluctantly married, reads travel magazines to learn the meaning and usefulness of different placesâso that every night, he can take you somewhere new and romantic.
Nolan, the husband you half-reluctantly married, almost blew the brains out of the person in front of him just because they argued with you.
Nolan, the husband you half-reluctantly married, will read the books you're readingâeven if he's not actually interested in them. While doing it, he'll complain that it isn't worth his time and that he could be doing far more important things, but he'll still keep going. Then he'll come back to you with criticisms about the ending of the book, and the two of you will end up talking about it.
Nolan, the husband you half-reluctantly married, offers to carry you in his arms whether you can fly or not. Your body warmth and knowing you're in his armsâhelps calm the nerves that are constantly on edge.
Nolan, the husband you half-reluctantly married, once made you soup using a nicely packaged laundry detergent he found in the bathroomâjust because your food smelled good while you were cooking. Thankfully, you didn't die.
Nolan, the husband you half-reluctantly married, can't stand your family but because you told him you'd reward him, he'll behave with respect, as if a Viltrumite commander were standing right in front of him.
Nolan, the husband you half-reluctantly married, buried your neighbor's head in the garden soil like an ostrichâjust because they asked if you needed help because of Nolan..
Nolan, the husband you half-reluctantly married, will join you if you offer while you're doing houseworkâand then complain that you're not doing it correctly. Even though he has no idea himself. And no, he refuses to admit that.
Nolan, the husband you half-reluctantly married, is quite selfish and deeply loyal to his idealsâso whenever arguments break out, he"s gotten into the habit of ending them with his charm when it comes to you.
Nolan, the husband you half-reluctantly married, will shamelessly open the door and walk right in while you're in the bathroom or on the toilet.
Nolan, the husband you half-reluctantly married, almost drowned you in the bubbly water while washing your hair during a bath you were taking together. It might have traumatically reminded you of how your mother used to wash you when you were a kid. "I was just curious how long you could hold your breath," he said in defense after dunking your head down like a bucket and keeping it there until your air ran out. In reality, he wants to take you back to his home world, so he wanted to learn how long you could hold your breathâŠ
Nolan, the husband you half-reluctantly married, doesn't understand money or the concept of buying things. He just picks up whatever he wants and walks off as if everything is free. And you end up trying your best to protect the poor shopkeepers who attempt to stop himâfrom everything except the deadly glare he's throwing at them behind your back.
Nolan, the husband you half-reluctantly married, absolutely loves discount days like an old lady. It's the perfect time for him to lightly smack someone and get away with it without anyone holding him accountable. In that kind of crowd, you probably wouldn't even notice.
Nolan, the husband you half-reluctantly married, keeps thinking that the fabrics in the human world don't even deserve your beauty. He'll watch with great interest and curiosity as you show off every outfit you try on, almost like you're putting on a little performance just for him.
Nolan, the husband you half-reluctantly married, has broken so many beds with you that he can now find the furniture company's address with his eyes closed. They probably see you two more often than they see their own families. "How are you even still alive?" That's what you heard while signing the document they handed you, just before the employee pulled his hat down even lower over his head.
Nolan, the husband you half-reluctantly married, is so competitive in board games that he could drive a person insane. "No, you can't arrange the damn cards in numerical order and throw them down all at once!" He stubbornly pushes the cards you shoved aside back to the center, a ridiculous frown on his face. "Yes, I can. They're all the same color. The rules say so. Don't be rebellious.", "I'm not being rebellious, Nolan! And do you realize you read the rules wrong-" "You must obey the rules, Y/n." You grimace at the military look he throws at you. Your hands move in the air awkwardly, not even sure what to do with them. "YouâŠfine then, Mr. Know It All Frowny Face. Tell me, why exactly did you make a move like that?" His expression softens, as if he thinks you've already accepted your mistake. He waves his hand knowingly in the air. "Obviously according to military order. They're all the same color, can't you see? Soldiers are like that too." 1, 2, 3, 4...you stare at all the red cards with tired frustration. You really wanted to slap this guy. And yet even though you know every game will end like this, you're always the one who suggests bringing out the board games. Because you've seen that pure, beautiful emotion in his eyes and at the corners of his lips.
which of the mark variants would be the one to suggest face sitting? Like they'll be "c'mon we have to try this" or smth.. And how will the other variants react when reader is the one to suggest it?
Let me cry for a second, this is my very first thought thing. Damnn, I guess I was so starved for human interaction that god heard me today and sent you lol
And and fck it might sound a bit silly, but I actually made headers ages ago hoping for these kinds of interactions ughhh let me use them ehehe
The variants who would absolutely be desperate for you to sit on their face are No Goggles Mark and Mohawk Mark. Ahh don't even pay attention to Mohawk Mark's snarky and condescending comments, he will absolutely be waiting impatiently for you to come and sit on his face.
As for No Goggles Mark, be careful while sitting, he is a bit unhinged. To put it nicely,he is a complete freak; he will absolutely press you down on his face with a grip that will literally bruise your hips. Yes, his goal there is to understand what death feels like. Let him die. At least he'll have something to brag about in the afterlife.
And Sinister Mark? Honestlyy,I wouldn't really recommend sitting on his face...I mean, just in case. Precaution saves lives and all. Truthfully if you are a woman and you get your period, it's highly likely he would take it as his right rather than waiting for an offer. But if it's a situation where you're not a woman etc, you'll probably be the one making the offer. Honestly he won't make fun of you. He will talk nonsense like "Ah, look at you! While you kept picking on me about my hunger, now you come and ask me for something like this, what complete hypocrisy." but he is definitely willing to lie under you too. Just don't get him used to things like this, he might get shameless.
If I were to talk about Maskless Mark, you can be sure he will lie under you in complete peace. That boy is dying of thirst for you. But let me warn you in advance, you'll have a hard time pulling yourself away from him afterward, because he'll be clinging to your calves like a baby, whining constantly. Maybe he needs a little discipline ohom...
We all know the one who would completely evaporate from the room when you make the offer. Full Mask Mark. Ah mann I believe he is a total loser but that never makes him innocent. He is a wolf in black sheep's clothing too. By acting embarrassed and playing the shy role, he will hand all the ropes over to you. I feel like Full Mask Mark is drawn to submitting...I feel like there is another freak here.
Executor Mark.
I haven't seen anyone talk about him, but he was one of the most interesting variants. Honestly I believe from the start that he would do anything to keep you on his side. But of course this isn't the main incentive for you to sit on his face. He genuinely wants to feel you with everything he has, to taste your everything. Consensual or not this man is obsessed with you, while he would never let you leave him in this lifetime, do you really think he would reject you? Mhmm honestly, compared to the main Mark, his only differences are the lack of humanity and ruthlessness. Other than that, I think he would prefer giving pleasure rather than receiving it aheem ahem ahem.
I don't need to say anything for Viltrumite Mark. He already breathes for you. Go look up at a planet in the sky and say it's beautiful, the next morning at the crack of dawn he will be standing creepily by your bedside telling you he conquered that planet on your behalf.
The real trouble here is Tracksuit Mark, Long Hair Mark and yeahh Omni Mark...they might look blankly at your face and say something like, "Why would I enjoy getting under you?" Omni Mark would absolutely have no problem carrying you on his shoulders in the air and giving you blowjob, but staying under you? Mann nope this guy is a bit too uptight. I won't even mention the other two freaks; if you have read or looked into the Tech Jacket series,it's clear they can't see anything past their cocky noses.
Lol I think Retro Mark would be the one with the sharpest and most provocative tongue in this situation. There is a whole different potential in that man, seriously. (And I still haven't written a piece of shit for him, I should die in a pit of shame.) His tongue is prepared for other conditions just as much as his skill in word choice. You just have to deal with convincing him a little; not because he won't give you what you want,but because he wants to mess with you as if holding it up high, knowing you want to take it.
Damn it, I would give anything for this man to suck me off..whatever!
This is absolutely unethical but did you see how Light Blue Mark died? Looking at the way that mouth opened, I can say I saw a very bright future there LMAO GLSLGLSLGKSD SHIIIT I WOULD SERIOUSLY DIE FOR THIS IF I EVER ENCOUNTERED THEM LOL
As for Shiesty Mark, uhm I dont know I guess he would accept it somehow. It's so sad that you will never understand the almost three-letter ugh wordplay that could reject in this list, damn english,whatever. I'm as sure as my name that Shiesty Mark would definitely make you give him a blowjob afterward too.
But okayy,let's wrap it up a bit better; the hungriest person who acts tsundere and literally drools for you is definitely Target Mark. He is a pathetic wretch. Most likely after doing this, there won't be any insults left that he won't throw at you. "Your taste was awful," "Do you think I didn't see your efforts to suffocate me?" etc etc slap him.
Btw to me the best eaters would be Sinister Mark and Retro Mark, period.
A.n: I think I did it right? Even if I didn't it's my first time lol just ignore it, anyway I hope you guys liked ittt
!!Warnings: gn reader, kidnapping, dom reader, pathetic/sub boy, orgasm denial, oral sex,begging!!
A.n: Guys I'm really not good at writing smut, please bear with me. Especially when it comes to dom reader because I've never read anything like that in my life I'm a bit more sub myself...but yeah Target Mark is definitely a brat ass, I love him so muchhhh. Also I'm sorry for updating so late, unfortunately life conditions aren't really letting me enjoy things. I definitely haven't forgotten anyone's requests! It might come even five months later but I would never just not post it lol (deadass). Btw I'm not comfortable with writing male reader so I want to mention that I write gn and female reader. Also if I forgot anything in the warnings, I'd appreciate it if you could remind me...
Being kidnapped by a variant of your childhood friend from your own universe had genuinely terrified you. Especially when they met with many other versions of him and finished their agreements. God, you had practically turned into a statue in his lap, thinking that if you didn't breathe, they wouldn't notice you. Apparently, you only had value in the universe of this strange tyrant who took possession of you, because the others didn't even care about you.
You didn't remember your own Mark much,you would rarely come face to face and would just drift apart after greeting each other. It couldn't be said that you hated him,both of you were just too timid. And as you aged, you found no reason to take a step either. Ah but lo and behold, another version of you had done more than just friendship.
With the never lowering loud voice and insults of the other psychotic Mark who took possession of you, you hadn't really believed he would truly take you to an empire. What empire in the 21st century, for fuck's sake?
All the thoughts in your mind were kicked away by finding yourself on a spaceship orbiting another planet, passing through the portal. "I won't let you do something stupid this time."your ears rang with the loud voice that had been bothering you for a day and a half. The you in his universe was truly weak, judging by what he said. Maybe not physically but mentally and spiritually. Your mind couldn't comprehend how a person in such abundance could decide to commit suicide, leaving themselves to the terrifying vastness of that outer space. This caused you to look suspiciously at Mark, who was taking you to his room, still not having lowered you to the ground
You hadn't seen a single good side of him during this entire time. Because of this, you would never condemn the version of you who lived a lifetime with this man. Lo and behold he was expecting you to be fragile too, while you had expected him to be a cruel tyrant, as unhinged and unmanageable as that blond guy you saw among the other variants, even if for a short time.
How wrong you both were. As you ignored Mark's habits of shouting and screaming, you understood that he was actually a person who could quite make your word count. What a great loss.
When he threw you onto the bed, you pulled an uno reverse card on him before he could establish a dominance.
The emperor's room was now filled with moans. Not yours, completely his, he was moving desperately against your lips craftily latching onto his penis and not giving him what he wanted. Even though he kept telling himself that normally he would force you, he didn't want his enthusiastic engagement in sex with him to blow up in his face. Yes, yes, that's why he's letting you do whatever you want to him. Control is still in his hands...
You fixed your eyes on his watery eyes as if you felt him trying to comfort himself deep down. His eyes were heavy, the corners wrinkled because of the pleasure he received, and he was establishing eye contact with you bashfully.
Even though they were the same person, wondering for even a fleeting moment if the other Mark would be like this didn't feel right to you at all. Would this count as cross universe cheating? Honestly, who cares. The one whining against your lips right now was him, not the one in your universe.
You understood that he was approaching with the swelling invading your tongue. You pulled your tongue back obscenely, creating a string of saliva. "Ah, damn come backâ" you ran your tongue across your lips while watching him try to suppress his pathetic whining.
This made him swallow audibly, moving his adam's apple. Having adjusted yourself slightly on all fours, you tilted your head and gave him a mocking look. "And here I thought the emperor was quite humble. What a pity," you touched your fingers to his heaving chest that suppressed the fire of his narrowed eyes. But you didn't give him the taste of that contact he wanted on his skin. You just walked your fingers until they came to the swelling of his adam's apple and stopped. You smirked at him as you pressed the bump under your fingers.
This smirk was the smile of someone who knew the whole game was turned into their own hands. And you didn't waste any time. You slammed his back flat onto the bed. While climbing and settling on top of him as if it were something insignificant, you gave a light touch to his balls underneath. Just this alone was enough for him to bite his lips and rain curses down.
"God, look at you. You're literally like a dog whining for a treat? You're literally drooling," you murmured while roughly wrapping and squeezing his penis.
"Fuccckk! Ah...hahh," he could have came right then and there into your hand, of course if you hadn't blocked his tip with your thumb. You watched his face turn completely crimson in a situation where you could list a few reasons why.
A sweet hum came from your lips. It had an almost playful rhythm. Your fingers slowly gripped the base of his penis, his hips literally lifted toward your touch pleadingly. This caused him to get slapped on his hip, making him let out a startled gasp.
"Don't you know that those who are not well behaved don't get rewarded, oh man?
"Fuck, just finish this alreadyâ" he whined at the loss of your hand. He immediately grabbed your hand, you didn't pull away but the coldness in your gaze was enough of an answer. Yet, you were spending energy to hide your own desire. Was it risky? Maybe but Mark's trembling body in front of you, reeking of sweat and pitifulness, showed only one thing.
You were the winner of this night. No, this clearly showed the course of the future as well.
This scumbag, who was ready to bite and didn't hesitate to use his teeth, was getting far too excited about becoming a complete plaything in your hands.
Almost sweet.
Still you frowned, "Honestly, sleep sounds more appealing in this situation because I'm starting to get quite bored right now." your voice coming out bitter in a tone you didn't want. Mark looked at you, blinking his wet eyelashes as if he didn't know what to do with you looking angry at him. His lips were parted, moving slightly as if begging for a word to come out.
You quickly broke free from his grip and pulled back without even waiting for a plea. His hand instantly found your wrist again. This prompted you to look at him out of the corner of your eye. "P-please,"he begged in a velvety voice, you wouldn't expect something so naive to come out of him, "I'll stop acting stupid. I'll be good boy..s-so please don't go."
There was a silence between you,Mark had panicked even more. His grip was literally trembling but it was hard to tell which reason was causing it. "Please, Y/n. I...I can't do this without you," letting out his breath almost like a sob, he slowly approached you with hesitation as if afraid you would push him away. His muscular arms slowly wrapped around your torso,you felt his wet eyelashes brush against your bare stomach for a moment,but his eyes quickly snapped back to you.
The shades of those brown eyes were almost the representation of despair. "If I have to spend another night without you, I don't want to live." he blinked his eyes very slowly, as if this would grant him a chance.
Yet you were lost in the weight of the words. You didn't want to weigh in your head whether these words were meant for the past you or the current you. Your hands found his shoulders. His skin was cold against yours. Almost like the loneliness of every human being.
He expected you to push him away and for a moment you indeed wanted to do that. And you did,Mark falling onto the bed with a startled gasp was going to bring disappointment, but when you didn't get up from the bed and your hips met his hips instead, he groaned loudly underneath you.
Your fingers found his length again, giving it a sweet touch. He was literally leaking between your hands. A small giggle escaped your lips. "What were the magic words, you pathetic thing?'"
"Pleasee," he whines, squeezing his eyelids tightly shut, "Pl-please let me cum." the touches of your fingers literally made him feel like a game to him, but this time he hoped you would give him the chance to cum.
With the pressure tightening his chest increasing, his legs moved helplessly beneath you. "Calm down, baby. No one is going to take it away from you this time." as you leaned over and placed a provocative kiss on his jawline.
He quickly turned his head the other way, offering himself to every single kiss that could come. You let out a warm giggle against his skin.
Mark was now trying to hold himself back, rubbing like crazy against your hand with the helplessness brought by overstimulation. The last thing he wanted to do was to lose control and break that beautiful wrist of yours.
"Ahh y/n, y/n, y/n..." while he was muttering your name like someone having a fever, you cut this off by sealing his lips. His body opened up only to your dominance here too. You bit his lips, taking the absolute depth of his whines from him. "Slow down, champiâ" you stop when he suddenly cums, letting out a muffled scream against your lips.
On the other hand he has already fallen under the spell of pleasure, literally fucking your hand. His beautiful irises have already drifted far away, literally passed out. You slowly straighten up over him. You finally pull your hand back and look at the masterpiece he left behind.
Before you could focus too much on the surprisingly large amount of sperm in your hand, Mark was already whining again,you lift your gaze and look at him once more. He looks so beautiful underneath you, which perhaps should be due to the way the room is lit, but his face was completely mesmerizing.
"Y/n,"while you were enjoying the way he whined your name, your hand found his cheek. You enjoyed the softness of the flesh there. "Thank you...I. Y/n,"
Your voice was as soothing as wine. "Yes, my love?"
Just with the way you called him, you felt him getting hard underneath you again. "God, Mark you're literally like a horny dog."as he slowly recovered from the effects of pleasure, he wasn't really affected by your words. He had a look as if he just wanted anything about him to come out of your mouth.
Almost dangerous. His hands found your hips, moving you so that you would rub against him. His gaze was even worse than the movement he made. It was seeking yours with a raw wildness and neediness. "Please let me go inside you...I-I want to feel you."
While one corner of your lip slid slightly upward, you adopted a thoughtful expression. You straightened yourself over Mark. "I don't know," you murmured as his movements slowed. "I suppose there might be a chance I could give you an opportunity based on your performance. But I think you know," you added, pushing him back by his chest before he could rise from the bed. "I much prefer to be persuaded."
which of the mark variants would be the one to suggest face sitting? Like they'll be "c'mon we have to try this" or smth.. And how will the other variants react when reader is the one to suggest it?
Let me cry for a second, this is my very first thought thing. Damnn, I guess I was so starved for human interaction that god heard me today and sent you lol
And and fck it might sound a bit silly, but I actually made headers ages ago hoping for these kinds of interactions ughhh let me use them ehehe
The variants who would absolutely be desperate for you to sit on their face are No Goggles Mark and Mohawk Mark. Ahh don't even pay attention to Mohawk Mark's snarky and condescending comments, he will absolutely be waiting impatiently for you to come and sit on his face.
As for No Goggles Mark, be careful while sitting, he is a bit unhinged. To put it nicely,he is a complete freak; he will absolutely press you down on his face with a grip that will literally bruise your hips. Yes, his goal there is to understand what death feels like. Let him die. At least he'll have something to brag about in the afterlife.
And Sinister Mark? Honestlyy,I wouldn't really recommend sitting on his face...I mean, just in case. Precaution saves lives and all. Truthfully if you are a woman and you get your period, it's highly likely he would take it as his right rather than waiting for an offer. But if it's a situation where you're not a woman etc, you'll probably be the one making the offer. Honestly he won't make fun of you. He will talk nonsense like "Ah, look at you! While you kept picking on me about my hunger, now you come and ask me for something like this, what complete hypocrisy." but he is definitely willing to lie under you too. Just don't get him used to things like this, he might get shameless.
If I were to talk about Maskless Mark, you can be sure he will lie under you in complete peace. That boy is dying of thirst for you. But let me warn you in advance, you'll have a hard time pulling yourself away from him afterward, because he'll be clinging to your calves like a baby, whining constantly. Maybe he needs a little discipline ohom...
We all know the one who would completely evaporate from the room when you make the offer. Full Mask Mark. Ah mann I believe he is a total loser but that never makes him innocent. He is a wolf in black sheep's clothing too. By acting embarrassed and playing the shy role, he will hand all the ropes over to you. I feel like Full Mask Mark is drawn to submitting...I feel like there is another freak here.
Executor Mark.
I haven't seen anyone talk about him, but he was one of the most interesting variants. Honestly I believe from the start that he would do anything to keep you on his side. But of course this isn't the main incentive for you to sit on his face. He genuinely wants to feel you with everything he has, to taste your everything. Consensual or not this man is obsessed with you, while he would never let you leave him in this lifetime, do you really think he would reject you? Mhmm honestly, compared to the main Mark, his only differences are the lack of humanity and ruthlessness. Other than that, I think he would prefer giving pleasure rather than receiving it aheem ahem ahem.
I don't need to say anything for Viltrumite Mark. He already breathes for you. Go look up at a planet in the sky and say it's beautiful, the next morning at the crack of dawn he will be standing creepily by your bedside telling you he conquered that planet on your behalf.
The real trouble here is Tracksuit Mark, Long Hair Mark and yeahh Omni Mark...they might look blankly at your face and say something like, "Why would I enjoy getting under you?" Omni Mark would absolutely have no problem carrying you on his shoulders in the air and giving you blowjob, but staying under you? Mann nope this guy is a bit too uptight. I won't even mention the other two freaks; if you have read or looked into the Tech Jacket series,it's clear they can't see anything past their cocky noses.
Lol I think Retro Mark would be the one with the sharpest and most provocative tongue in this situation. There is a whole different potential in that man, seriously. (And I still haven't written a piece of shit for him, I should die in a pit of shame.) His tongue is prepared for other conditions just as much as his skill in word choice. You just have to deal with convincing him a little; not because he won't give you what you want,but because he wants to mess with you as if holding it up high, knowing you want to take it.
Damn it, I would give anything for this man to suck me off..whatever!
This is absolutely unethical but did you see how Light Blue Mark died? Looking at the way that mouth opened, I can say I saw a very bright future there LMAO GLSLGLSLGKSD SHIIIT I WOULD SERIOUSLY DIE FOR THIS IF I EVER ENCOUNTERED THEM LOL
As for Shiesty Mark, uhm I dont know I guess he would accept it somehow. It's so sad that you will never understand the almost three-letter ugh wordplay that could reject in this list, damn english,whatever. I'm as sure as my name that Shiesty Mark would definitely make you give him a blowjob afterward too.
But okayy,let's wrap it up a bit better; the hungriest person who acts tsundere and literally drools for you is definitely Target Mark. He is a pathetic wretch. Most likely after doing this, there won't be any insults left that he won't throw at you. "Your taste was awful," "Do you think I didn't see your efforts to suffocate me?" etc etc slap him.
Btw to me the best eaters would be Sinister Mark and Retro Mark, period.
A.n: I think I did it right? Even if I didn't it's my first time lol just ignore it, anyway I hope you guys liked ittt
which of the mark variants would be the one to suggest face sitting? Like they'll be "c'mon we have to try this" or smth.. And how will the other variants react when reader is the one to suggest it?
Let me cry for a second, this is my very first thought thing. Damnn, I guess I was so starved for human interaction that god heard me today and sent you lol
And and fck it might sound a bit silly, but I actually made headers ages ago hoping for these kinds of interactions ughhh let me use them ehehe
The variants who would absolutely be desperate for you to sit on their face are No Goggles Mark and Mohawk Mark. Ahh don't even pay attention to Mohawk Mark's snarky and condescending comments, he will absolutely be waiting impatiently for you to come and sit on his face.
As for No Goggles Mark, be careful while sitting, he is a bit unhinged. To put it nicely,he is a complete freak; he will absolutely press you down on his face with a grip that will literally bruise your hips. Yes, his goal there is to understand what death feels like. Let him die. At least he'll have something to brag about in the afterlife.
And Sinister Mark? Honestlyy,I wouldn't really recommend sitting on his face...I mean, just in case. Precaution saves lives and all. Truthfully if you are a woman and you get your period, it's highly likely he would take it as his right rather than waiting for an offer. But if it's a situation where you're not a woman etc, you'll probably be the one making the offer. Honestly he won't make fun of you. He will talk nonsense like "Ah, look at you! While you kept picking on me about my hunger, now you come and ask me for something like this, what complete hypocrisy." but he is definitely willing to lie under you too. Just don't get him used to things like this, he might get shameless.
If I were to talk about Maskless Mark, you can be sure he will lie under you in complete peace. That boy is dying of thirst for you. But let me warn you in advance, you'll have a hard time pulling yourself away from him afterward, because he'll be clinging to your calves like a baby, whining constantly. Maybe he needs a little discipline ohom...
We all know the one who would completely evaporate from the room when you make the offer. Full Mask Mark. Ah mann I believe he is a total loser but that never makes him innocent. He is a wolf in black sheep's clothing too. By acting embarrassed and playing the shy role, he will hand all the ropes over to you. I feel like Full Mask Mark is drawn to submitting...I feel like there is another freak here.
Executor Mark.
I haven't seen anyone talk about him, but he was one of the most interesting variants. Honestly I believe from the start that he would do anything to keep you on his side. But of course this isn't the main incentive for you to sit on his face. He genuinely wants to feel you with everything he has, to taste your everything. Consensual or not this man is obsessed with you, while he would never let you leave him in this lifetime, do you really think he would reject you? Mhmm honestly, compared to the main Mark, his only differences are the lack of humanity and ruthlessness. Other than that, I think he would prefer giving pleasure rather than receiving it aheem ahem ahem.
I don't need to say anything for Viltrumite Mark. He already breathes for you. Go look up at a planet in the sky and say it's beautiful, the next morning at the crack of dawn he will be standing creepily by your bedside telling you he conquered that planet on your behalf.
The real trouble here is Tracksuit Mark, Long Hair Mark and yeahh Omni Mark...they might look blankly at your face and say something like, "Why would I enjoy getting under you?" Omni Mark would absolutely have no problem carrying you on his shoulders in the air and giving you blowjob, but staying under you? Mann nope this guy is a bit too uptight. I won't even mention the other two freaks; if you have read or looked into the Tech Jacket series,it's clear they can't see anything past their cocky noses.
Lol I think Retro Mark would be the one with the sharpest and most provocative tongue in this situation. There is a whole different potential in that man, seriously. (And I still haven't written a piece of shit for him, I should die in a pit of shame.) His tongue is prepared for other conditions just as much as his skill in word choice. You just have to deal with convincing him a little; not because he won't give you what you want,but because he wants to mess with you as if holding it up high, knowing you want to take it.
Damn it, I would give anything for this man to suck me off..whatever!
This is absolutely unethical but did you see how Light Blue Mark died? Looking at the way that mouth opened, I can say I saw a very bright future there LMAO GLSLGLSLGKSD SHIIIT I WOULD SERIOUSLY DIE FOR THIS IF I EVER ENCOUNTERED THEM LOL
As for Shiesty Mark, uhm I dont know I guess he would accept it somehow. It's so sad that you will never understand the almost three-letter ugh wordplay that could reject in this list, damn english,whatever. I'm as sure as my name that Shiesty Mark would definitely make you give him a blowjob afterward too.
But okayy,let's wrap it up a bit better; the hungriest person who acts tsundere and literally drools for you is definitely Target Mark. He is a pathetic wretch. Most likely after doing this, there won't be any insults left that he won't throw at you. "Your taste was awful," "Do you think I didn't see your efforts to suffocate me?" etc etc slap him.
Btw to me the best eaters would be Sinister Mark and Retro Mark, period.
A.n: I think I did it right? Even if I didn't it's my first time lol just ignore it, anyway I hope you guys liked ittt
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Synopsis: Dbd killers with a visually impaired reader.
Characters: Frank Morrison, Hillbilly, Albert Wesker, Deathslinger, Trickster, Knight, Chucky, Jason Voorhees, Pyramid Head, Ghostface, Huntress, Michael Myers.
!!Warnings: Gn reader, unhealthy relationships, murder, obsessive behavior, psychological manipulation, act not too deep!!
A.n: Ughh I feel like I completely fucked this up, it's my first time writing for dbd and even though my mood was getting in the way I was stubborn enough to finish it lol.
Frank Morrison
At first remembering what a complete asshole he is, he'll make fun of you. He'll take your white cane, perform stupid acrobatic tricks with it, and tell you to look at him. "Ah right, my dumbass. You're blind." at this point he can even make fun of himself and his jokes genuinely aren't funny.
You can be sure he'll turn your matches into hell. At some point the disrespect Frank shows you will start spreading to the others too. And when he finds out about it, sorry but he won't be pleased. "You fucking legged idiots aren't ashamed of messing with a blind person!?" he says while running up and driving his knife into someone's back without even looking at who they are. "Pick on someone your own size!"
Frank definitely doesn't consider himself to be in the same category as them. He's an egotistical meathead. Now he'll act as if nothing bad ever happened between the two of you.
"How many?" he held up two fingers right in front of your face and waited for an answer. "But Frank, I can't seeâ" He cut you off without a second thought. He was stubborn as a mule. "Yeah, but that doesn't stop you using your brain."
Frowning, you threw out a number without thinking much about it. "One?" There was silence between the two of you. Frank lowered the middle finger he had been showing you and grunted. "No, it was five."
What more is there to say? He's a complete asshole, but a lovable asshole.
Hillbilly
Oh, poor baby. His mind is going to be so thoroughly scrambled. Because of the life he's lived, he's never met a blind person before. At first he'll simply assume youâre clumsy and, without giving it much thought, try to kill you just like he does everyone else. But later during a sudden collision between the two of you, instead of screaming in fear, you reach out and touch whatever you ran intoâMax's chest. Then with a small breath and hesitant uncertainty, you murmur "David?" and he just freezes.
His entire life, he'd been forced to endure disgusted stares crawling across his skin, he'd spent years fighting against screams that chased him as though they had a physical form of their own, but none of the pain he had ever experienced could have prepared him for this moment.
Not knowing what to do, he'll hurriedly leave. It won't take long for guilt to settle in after abandoning you there. He'll come back. Assuming you can't really get around on your own, he'll at least hope to guide you somewhere safe and keep you away from the carnage.
Of course, the moment he sees Leonâsomeone he already can't standâholding your hand and leading you toward the generators, his mood will sour very quickly.
Deciding to leave you and Leon alone for a while, he'll turn his attention toward another survivor. Hoping to put an end to the battle between his heart and his mind, he'll keep dragging his chainsaw through bone.
Albert Wesker
Wesker wasn't stupid. During a chase, he knew exactly what the stick you were holding in the distance was when he caught sight of it from the corner of his eye. To be honest, he couldnât help but feel a little curious in that moment. Was the Entity really cruel enough to bring a blind person here?
Still, this was Albert Wesker we were talking about. He never distinguished between the obstacles standing in the way of his victory. And you were no exception. Well, you were for a time...
You were far too kind. Not because you possessed a pure heart, but because you believed fighting with another person would gain you nothing. Perhaps that was why, despite the people who looked down on you and saw you as useless, you never used your blindness as a tool to turn your back on them. No, you caught even the smallest pained whimper like a hunter and continued helping others despite suffering yourself. And that fascinated him. He told himself it was nothing unusual. He had seen plenty of self sacrificing fools like that before, yet he could never stop himself from being drawn to you.
As he came to believe that you were remarkably intelligent and had interesting ideas, his interest in you became increasingly obvious. Which meant he would stop killing you. "Seven minutes...I'll give you only seven minutes." He said it while watching you study his face with eyes that couldn't see, unaware of the excitement shining within them after the familiarity built over such a long time.
If only you could have seen the savage hunger with which those bright eyes looked at you.
Caleb Quinn
One of Caleb's favorite things was targeting survivors from distances where he could truly show off his marksmanship. Naturally, that would make him notice you very quickly. When he aimed at you, instead of checking behind yourself, running and weaving back and forth like the others, he saw you trailing your hands along walls and finding your way through sound.
But the biggest thing that stopped Caleb was something else. The thing he knew best was the smell of helplessness.
He had faced strong opponents and exceptionally skilled ones, even the most dishonorable kinds, but never someone weak and without the chance to see. That went against his cowboy way too much. For a while he would simply watch you from afar, unsure of what to do with you.
Eventually, there would be times when he let you escape. There were moments when he not even allowed you to live during matches he was destined to lose. He tried not to cause unnecessary pain, and that applied not only to killing but to chases as well. While he hunted others directly with his rifle, he would usually take advantage of your condition and catch you with his hands instead.
He would never make you experience the pain of his harpoon even once, because shooting prey that couldn't properly run went against his cowboy pride.
Caleb never forgot what life had taken from him. Because of that, he wouldn't see your blindness as a 'flaw' but as 'one of life's dirty tricks played on you.' and with time, he would even start trying to have conversations with you.
Trickster
You're an insult to his existence. If someone were to come up and ask what he thought of you, he'd give a brief and straightforward answer. The Entity dragged this boring thing here to punish me.
To him, you're a loser. And as if not being able to see him wasn't enough, you're completely indifferent to his insults because you don't even know korean. "ì°ì§ìŽ." When he throws one of his knives at you from a record breaking distance while you're running around with the help of your cane, he'll call out after you like that.
His voice is so low and wild that it sounds less like an insult and more like a term of endearment. Ji-woon shouldn't lie to himself, but he absolutely enjoys messing with you. And much like the affection he once accepted from his fans, he'll gradually begin admitting to himself that he likes your presence too.
"ë ìì 룚ì ìŒ" (You're a complete loser) As he says it, he'll sign one of his favorite cassette tapes and tuck it into the side of your pants. Ah and if despite not understanding his strange behavior, you approach him politely instead of rudely...Ji-woon will melt. As this sick obsession of his grows over time, he'll begin writing music for you. During matches, he'll always leave you for last and constantly make sure the generators don't get finished so he can spend plenty of time with you.
Eventually, Ji-woon will remember that not being able to see his perfection doesn't stop you from feeling it, and after gently taking hold of your wrists and placing kisses against your palms that tickle your skin, he'll bow his head slightly before you and guide your hands up to his face.
The Knight
He definitely won't pity you. The moment he finds you he'll take care of you without hesitation, sooner he's rid of you, the better. But somehow, he'll occasionally find himself absentmindedly watching you.
Knight had seen far too many things before. The wounded, maimed, countless people clinging to life in agony despite missing limbs or having their faces completely shattered..He shouldn't have been affected by it and yet, here he was.
Drawn toward the scent of blood, you had reached out to him by following the sounds he made. One hand clung to his arm while you held a medkit in the other, looking at him with quiet concern. You were pathetic enough to mistake him for an injured teammate because of the smell of blood. "Let me help you."
With a grunt from beneath his helmet, he grabbed you by the arm, then shifted his hold to your waist. Ignoring your startled cry and the frightened struggling that came with your sudden realization, he carried you to the hatch.
If we ignore the part where he tossed you into the darkness like a sack of shit, it was actually gentlemanly.
Chucky
"Oh my God, is this shit a gift for me? It isn't even my birthday!" After killing everyone else, Chucky shouted that toward the sky as if someone up there was listening while enjoying the pleasure of finally meeting the new survivor. Damn it, he's going to make fun of you so much that at some point you might genuinely start praying for him to kill you.
"Don't stare at me like that! AlthoughâŠyou don't actually know where you're looking, do you?" Chucky laughed mockingly at you as you stood with your back to the generator, struggling to figure out what was happening around you. He would constantly compare your helplessness to that of a newborn baby, yet he generally wouldn't touch the cane you needed so badly. No, alright maybe he'd take it sometimes but he'd genuinely try not to interfere with it too much. "Well, you can't do anything without that shited thing either, can you? I'm the same way," he said while stroking the knife in his hand as though it were something seductive. "It's as inseparable from me as my dick."
Don't really question Chucky and his philosophy on life. As much of a little shit as he is, he'd definitely look after you too. I mean, come on he's tiny and you're blind! What a great match, right? Sometimes he'd try to play games with you, games that wouldn't hurt you, of course. Things like hide and seek. "My god, you were made for this game, trust me!" he said while punching your leg in an attempt to reassure you. Though what happened a few minutes later didn't really support his words. Taking full advantage of your blindness, he'd practically run circles around your fingertips. "I'm over hereâŠno I'm over here! Look, follow my voiceâŠoops, you walked into a wall! Now that's a classic!"
But the strangest thing is that he'd let you carry him. "RUN AT THAT ASSHOLE! RUNNNN!" To Chucky, you were the body he needed and he was the only eyes you could ever have. How romanticâŠright?
Jason Voorhees
He learned that you were blind in the worst possible way, at the worst possible time. Jason still carried the fragility and anger born from the bullying he had endured throughout his life deep within his bones. And when he saw the bullying directed at you, he didn't stop to think not even for a moment. He shouldn't have cared, yet despite the command of his mother still echoing in his ears, he immediately strode toward you and without giving the person who had shoved you to the ground a chance to react, grabbed them by the throat and lifted them into the air. Bringing his machete down upon their chest with ruthless force, he would shatter their ribcage.
Behind him, he had already forgotten about you, crawling away from the screams on the ground while crying in fear and searching for your cane. In that moment the only thing he was focused on was the sack of flesh in his hands. With every blow he struck, he remembered the faces of those who had gotten away after what they had done to him. One day he would leave this place, find every last one of them and punish them.
But for now...he let the body in his grasp fall to the ground with a disgusting thud, as though it were nothing. Taking muffled breaths behind his mask, he would finally turn toward you. Without thinking much about it he'd walk over, pick up your cane lying far away from where you were on the ground, then grab you by the arm and haul you to your feet as if you were a rag doll. Ignoring your screams and pleas, he'd place the cane back into your hand and walk away.
He was a victim too, but he would never allow that number to grow.
Pyramid Head
In a single word, he couldn't find anything about you that deserved punishment. The moment he met your eyesâeyes that didn't even know where to look or move in their fearâhe lowered the massive sword in his hand.
And your hesitant "Hello?" in response to the deep, rasping breaths coming from him didn't help at all. You were completely unaware of the giant standing before you. He had come here to punish, yet all he could see in you was innocence.
Of course you would be terrified of him. He wasn't a caring or considerate giant. Him constantly grabbing you by the collar, holding your body to drag you somewhere, or forcing you into a seat after depositing you in a corner certainly didn't make things any easier. And that's not even mentioning the touches that left anything for privacy. Still you could see traces of kindness in him. Not only during your own matches with himâeven in matches with two killers, he wouldn't allow his partner to lay a finger on you.
He was incredibly possessive. The sound of metal grinding, which once made your heart pound so hard it felt ready to burst from your chest, had become a source of comfort. It was a sign that he was there and while he was there, no one could hurt you. Even friends whose company you missed couldn't get close to you. You had learned a long time ago in the worst way possible, that he would never tolerate anyone making contact with you.
He was very possessive, and all that really meant was getting used to the scent of metal stained with blood and rust.
Ghostface
"Baby, you're holding the flashlight wrong." you quickly turned toward the voice and pointed the flashlight in that direction, but it was no use. Looking at the flashlight aimed directly at his chest, Danny let out a deep sigh. God, you were exhausting. But just as unique. "Hey sweetheart, if you want to blind the killer, you have to point the light at the right place! My faceâ" the moment you lifted the flashlight toward the sky, he couldn't help but laugh.
"Damn, please don't do that Mr. Blindborn! I can't take on Batman!"
Danny was someone who always found a way to entertain himself, but you were something else entirely. A different kind of flavorâone that melted away on the tongue and left you thirsty, yet somehow made you want more. Danny preferred having control no matter the situation. And what he liked about your blindness was how, sooner or later it could leave you dependent on someone. A lovely little sheep dependent on his guidance.
Of course, he killed you in the beginning. He savored every scream he managed to draw from you. He enjoyed making you hate him, making you fear him, making you become wary of the feeling of being watched that you had grown so used to. And in the end, somehow he made you come back to his arms. He paid no mind to your trembling or your struggles within the tight, warm embrace that surrounded you. He simply locked your bodies together as though the two of you had been lovers since the dawn of the world itself.
To him, this wasn't an unhealthy obsession. No, this was love itselfâthing he had never thought he would get to experience. And Danny was starving for it.
Huntress
Ah, you poor baby...that was what flowed from the depths of Anna's mind the thoughts no one ever cared to wonder aboutâwhen she first saw you. It's difficult to say what Anna truly thought of you but one thing was certain, it wasn't healthy. Your first match was filled with the terror brought by her dreadful hatchet. Poor you, having only just recognized the sound of it voice, you looked like a dying fawn when the hatchet buried itself into your body.
And this triggered something in her, something powerful enough to overshadow even her desire to kill. You weren't something that needed to be removedâno, you needed to be protected. That was why life had brought you to this cruel, miserable pit. One truth of this place was that pain was inevitable, but whenever you were by Anna's side, she never allowed pain to come near you.
She took your face between her calloused hands, stroked your skin and brushed her fingers over the eyelids of those beautiful eyes that knew nothing of the world around them. She hummed the only lullabies her mother had left behind for her. It didn't matter if you couldn't understand them, her love recognized no language barrier.
Michael Myers
While chasing Laurie, he almost had a heart attack when you suddenly stepped out from around a cornerâif that had even been possible. Without thinking, he would have turned you by the shoulder and driven his knife into you. But then he noticed. Michael was a very observant person; it was simply one of the advantages of being a hunter. He saw the dullness in your eyes, that lack of recognition, almost immediately.
It was a sight he had never seen before. Even people who knew nothing about him would look at him strangely or with concern. But not you. Not with the same indifference you carried.
He swiftly raised the knife until its tip hovered before your eye and waited. Yet the scream and expression of terror he wanted so badly never came. It sent a note of discomfort through his body. Michael wasn't used to not being feared. And he would never, the person hesitantly touched by someone trying to understand the owner of the hand gripping them tightly, letting out a startled breath. He shoved you away harshly.
Without caring that you had fallen, he left. But that would not be your last encounter. And the more often a blow lands, the more it wears away whatever stands before it.
Nah we definitely need MORE DANNY CONTENT!! He's the best Ghostface, period. And heyyy I think I'm officially obsessed with you now lol đ„· Just kidding, don't panic...(or maybe not?) Your Danny posts are like a hidden paradise, I swearr đ€€
Ahh I can totally see it! I was literally looking through your blog too haha :D AND STUFF??? OMGGNO WAYYYY đâš
And you're welcomee!! No need to thank me, really. I just love writing things for people to enjoy c; also let me tag you in it, maybe you'll actually enjoy it lol. I don't have a dbd or slasher masterlist yet sooo .c
Synopsis: Dbd killers with a visually impaired reader.
Characters: Frank Morrison, Hillbilly, Albert Wesker, Deathslinger, Trickster, Knight, Chucky, Jason Voorhees, Pyramid Head, Ghostface, Huntress, Michael Myers.
!!Warnings: Gn reader, unhealthy relationships, murder, obsessive behavior, psychological manipulation, act not too deep!!
A.n: Ughh I feel like I completely fucked this up, it's my first time writing for dbd and even though my mood was getting in the way I was stubborn enough to finish it lol.
Frank Morrison
At first remembering what a complete asshole he is, he'll make fun of you. He'll take your white cane, perform stupid acrobatic tricks with it, and tell you to look at him. "Ah right, my dumbass. You're blind." at this point he can even make fun of himself and his jokes genuinely aren't funny.
You can be sure he'll turn your matches into hell. At some point the disrespect Frank shows you will start spreading to the others too. And when he finds out about it, sorry but he won't be pleased. "You fucking legged idiots aren't ashamed of messing with a blind person!?" he says while running up and driving his knife into someone's back without even looking at who they are. "Pick on someone your own size!"
Frank definitely doesn't consider himself to be in the same category as them. He's an egotistical meathead. Now he'll act as if nothing bad ever happened between the two of you.
"How many?" he held up two fingers right in front of your face and waited for an answer. "But Frank, I can't seeâ" He cut you off without a second thought. He was stubborn as a mule. "Yeah, but that doesn't stop you using your brain."
Frowning, you threw out a number without thinking much about it. "One?" There was silence between the two of you. Frank lowered the middle finger he had been showing you and grunted. "No, it was five."
What more is there to say? He's a complete asshole, but a lovable asshole.
Hillbilly
Oh, poor baby. His mind is going to be so thoroughly scrambled. Because of the life he's lived, he's never met a blind person before. At first he'll simply assume youâre clumsy and, without giving it much thought, try to kill you just like he does everyone else. But later during a sudden collision between the two of you, instead of screaming in fear, you reach out and touch whatever you ran intoâMax's chest. Then with a small breath and hesitant uncertainty, you murmur "David?" and he just freezes.
His entire life, he'd been forced to endure disgusted stares crawling across his skin, he'd spent years fighting against screams that chased him as though they had a physical form of their own, but none of the pain he had ever experienced could have prepared him for this moment.
Not knowing what to do, he'll hurriedly leave. It won't take long for guilt to settle in after abandoning you there. He'll come back. Assuming you can't really get around on your own, he'll at least hope to guide you somewhere safe and keep you away from the carnage.
Of course, the moment he sees Leonâsomeone he already can't standâholding your hand and leading you toward the generators, his mood will sour very quickly.
Deciding to leave you and Leon alone for a while, he'll turn his attention toward another survivor. Hoping to put an end to the battle between his heart and his mind, he'll keep dragging his chainsaw through bone.
Albert Wesker
Wesker wasn't stupid. During a chase, he knew exactly what the stick you were holding in the distance was when he caught sight of it from the corner of his eye. To be honest, he couldnât help but feel a little curious in that moment. Was the Entity really cruel enough to bring a blind person here?
Still, this was Albert Wesker we were talking about. He never distinguished between the obstacles standing in the way of his victory. And you were no exception. Well, you were for a time...
You were far too kind. Not because you possessed a pure heart, but because you believed fighting with another person would gain you nothing. Perhaps that was why, despite the people who looked down on you and saw you as useless, you never used your blindness as a tool to turn your back on them. No, you caught even the smallest pained whimper like a hunter and continued helping others despite suffering yourself. And that fascinated him. He told himself it was nothing unusual. He had seen plenty of self sacrificing fools like that before, yet he could never stop himself from being drawn to you.
As he came to believe that you were remarkably intelligent and had interesting ideas, his interest in you became increasingly obvious. Which meant he would stop killing you. "Seven minutes...I'll give you only seven minutes." He said it while watching you study his face with eyes that couldn't see, unaware of the excitement shining within them after the familiarity built over such a long time.
If only you could have seen the savage hunger with which those bright eyes looked at you.
Caleb Quinn
One of Caleb's favorite things was targeting survivors from distances where he could truly show off his marksmanship. Naturally, that would make him notice you very quickly. When he aimed at you, instead of checking behind yourself, running and weaving back and forth like the others, he saw you trailing your hands along walls and finding your way through sound.
But the biggest thing that stopped Caleb was something else. The thing he knew best was the smell of helplessness.
He had faced strong opponents and exceptionally skilled ones, even the most dishonorable kinds, but never someone weak and without the chance to see. That went against his cowboy way too much. For a while he would simply watch you from afar, unsure of what to do with you.
Eventually, there would be times when he let you escape. There were moments when he not even allowed you to live during matches he was destined to lose. He tried not to cause unnecessary pain, and that applied not only to killing but to chases as well. While he hunted others directly with his rifle, he would usually take advantage of your condition and catch you with his hands instead.
He would never make you experience the pain of his harpoon even once, because shooting prey that couldn't properly run went against his cowboy pride.
Caleb never forgot what life had taken from him. Because of that, he wouldn't see your blindness as a 'flaw' but as 'one of life's dirty tricks played on you.' and with time, he would even start trying to have conversations with you.
Trickster
You're an insult to his existence. If someone were to come up and ask what he thought of you, he'd give a brief and straightforward answer. The Entity dragged this boring thing here to punish me.
To him, you're a loser. And as if not being able to see him wasn't enough, you're completely indifferent to his insults because you don't even know korean. "ì°ì§ìŽ." When he throws one of his knives at you from a record breaking distance while you're running around with the help of your cane, he'll call out after you like that.
His voice is so low and wild that it sounds less like an insult and more like a term of endearment. Ji-woon shouldn't lie to himself, but he absolutely enjoys messing with you. And much like the affection he once accepted from his fans, he'll gradually begin admitting to himself that he likes your presence too.
"ë ìì 룚ì ìŒ" (You're a complete loser) As he says it, he'll sign one of his favorite cassette tapes and tuck it into the side of your pants. Ah and if despite not understanding his strange behavior, you approach him politely instead of rudely...Ji-woon will melt. As this sick obsession of his grows over time, he'll begin writing music for you. During matches, he'll always leave you for last and constantly make sure the generators don't get finished so he can spend plenty of time with you.
Eventually, Ji-woon will remember that not being able to see his perfection doesn't stop you from feeling it, and after gently taking hold of your wrists and placing kisses against your palms that tickle your skin, he'll bow his head slightly before you and guide your hands up to his face.
The Knight
He definitely won't pity you. The moment he finds you he'll take care of you without hesitation, sooner he's rid of you, the better. But somehow, he'll occasionally find himself absentmindedly watching you.
Knight had seen far too many things before. The wounded, maimed, countless people clinging to life in agony despite missing limbs or having their faces completely shattered..He shouldn't have been affected by it and yet, here he was.
Drawn toward the scent of blood, you had reached out to him by following the sounds he made. One hand clung to his arm while you held a medkit in the other, looking at him with quiet concern. You were pathetic enough to mistake him for an injured teammate because of the smell of blood. "Let me help you."
With a grunt from beneath his helmet, he grabbed you by the arm, then shifted his hold to your waist. Ignoring your startled cry and the frightened struggling that came with your sudden realization, he carried you to the hatch.
If we ignore the part where he tossed you into the darkness like a sack of shit, it was actually gentlemanly.
Chucky
"Oh my God, is this shit a gift for me? It isn't even my birthday!" After killing everyone else, Chucky shouted that toward the sky as if someone up there was listening while enjoying the pleasure of finally meeting the new survivor. Damn it, he's going to make fun of you so much that at some point you might genuinely start praying for him to kill you.
"Don't stare at me like that! AlthoughâŠyou don't actually know where you're looking, do you?" Chucky laughed mockingly at you as you stood with your back to the generator, struggling to figure out what was happening around you. He would constantly compare your helplessness to that of a newborn baby, yet he generally wouldn't touch the cane you needed so badly. No, alright maybe he'd take it sometimes but he'd genuinely try not to interfere with it too much. "Well, you can't do anything without that shited thing either, can you? I'm the same way," he said while stroking the knife in his hand as though it were something seductive. "It's as inseparable from me as my dick."
Don't really question Chucky and his philosophy on life. As much of a little shit as he is, he'd definitely look after you too. I mean, come on he's tiny and you're blind! What a great match, right? Sometimes he'd try to play games with you, games that wouldn't hurt you, of course. Things like hide and seek. "My god, you were made for this game, trust me!" he said while punching your leg in an attempt to reassure you. Though what happened a few minutes later didn't really support his words. Taking full advantage of your blindness, he'd practically run circles around your fingertips. "I'm over hereâŠno I'm over here! Look, follow my voiceâŠoops, you walked into a wall! Now that's a classic!"
But the strangest thing is that he'd let you carry him. "RUN AT THAT ASSHOLE! RUNNNN!" To Chucky, you were the body he needed and he was the only eyes you could ever have. How romanticâŠright?
Jason Voorhees
He learned that you were blind in the worst possible way, at the worst possible time. Jason still carried the fragility and anger born from the bullying he had endured throughout his life deep within his bones. And when he saw the bullying directed at you, he didn't stop to think not even for a moment. He shouldn't have cared, yet despite the command of his mother still echoing in his ears, he immediately strode toward you and without giving the person who had shoved you to the ground a chance to react, grabbed them by the throat and lifted them into the air. Bringing his machete down upon their chest with ruthless force, he would shatter their ribcage.
Behind him, he had already forgotten about you, crawling away from the screams on the ground while crying in fear and searching for your cane. In that moment the only thing he was focused on was the sack of flesh in his hands. With every blow he struck, he remembered the faces of those who had gotten away after what they had done to him. One day he would leave this place, find every last one of them and punish them.
But for now...he let the body in his grasp fall to the ground with a disgusting thud, as though it were nothing. Taking muffled breaths behind his mask, he would finally turn toward you. Without thinking much about it he'd walk over, pick up your cane lying far away from where you were on the ground, then grab you by the arm and haul you to your feet as if you were a rag doll. Ignoring your screams and pleas, he'd place the cane back into your hand and walk away.
He was a victim too, but he would never allow that number to grow.
Pyramid Head
In a single word, he couldn't find anything about you that deserved punishment. The moment he met your eyesâeyes that didn't even know where to look or move in their fearâhe lowered the massive sword in his hand.
And your hesitant "Hello?" in response to the deep, rasping breaths coming from him didn't help at all. You were completely unaware of the giant standing before you. He had come here to punish, yet all he could see in you was innocence.
Of course you would be terrified of him. He wasn't a caring or considerate giant. Him constantly grabbing you by the collar, holding your body to drag you somewhere, or forcing you into a seat after depositing you in a corner certainly didn't make things any easier. And that's not even mentioning the touches that left anything for privacy. Still you could see traces of kindness in him. Not only during your own matches with himâeven in matches with two killers, he wouldn't allow his partner to lay a finger on you.
He was incredibly possessive. The sound of metal grinding, which once made your heart pound so hard it felt ready to burst from your chest, had become a source of comfort. It was a sign that he was there and while he was there, no one could hurt you. Even friends whose company you missed couldn't get close to you. You had learned a long time ago in the worst way possible, that he would never tolerate anyone making contact with you.
He was very possessive, and all that really meant was getting used to the scent of metal stained with blood and rust.
Ghostface
"Baby, you're holding the flashlight wrong." you quickly turned toward the voice and pointed the flashlight in that direction, but it was no use. Looking at the flashlight aimed directly at his chest, Danny let out a deep sigh. God, you were exhausting. But just as unique. "Hey sweetheart, if you want to blind the killer, you have to point the light at the right place! My faceâ" the moment you lifted the flashlight toward the sky, he couldn't help but laugh.
"Damn, please don't do that Mr. Blindborn! I can't take on Batman!"
Danny was someone who always found a way to entertain himself, but you were something else entirely. A different kind of flavorâone that melted away on the tongue and left you thirsty, yet somehow made you want more. Danny preferred having control no matter the situation. And what he liked about your blindness was how, sooner or later it could leave you dependent on someone. A lovely little sheep dependent on his guidance.
Of course, he killed you in the beginning. He savored every scream he managed to draw from you. He enjoyed making you hate him, making you fear him, making you become wary of the feeling of being watched that you had grown so used to. And in the end, somehow he made you come back to his arms. He paid no mind to your trembling or your struggles within the tight, warm embrace that surrounded you. He simply locked your bodies together as though the two of you had been lovers since the dawn of the world itself.
To him, this wasn't an unhealthy obsession. No, this was love itselfâthing he had never thought he would get to experience. And Danny was starving for it.
Huntress
Ah, you poor baby...that was what flowed from the depths of Anna's mind the thoughts no one ever cared to wonder aboutâwhen she first saw you. It's difficult to say what Anna truly thought of you but one thing was certain, it wasn't healthy. Your first match was filled with the terror brought by her dreadful hatchet. Poor you, having only just recognized the sound of it voice, you looked like a dying fawn when the hatchet buried itself into your body.
And this triggered something in her, something powerful enough to overshadow even her desire to kill. You weren't something that needed to be removedâno, you needed to be protected. That was why life had brought you to this cruel, miserable pit. One truth of this place was that pain was inevitable, but whenever you were by Anna's side, she never allowed pain to come near you.
She took your face between her calloused hands, stroked your skin and brushed her fingers over the eyelids of those beautiful eyes that knew nothing of the world around them. She hummed the only lullabies her mother had left behind for her. It didn't matter if you couldn't understand them, her love recognized no language barrier.
Michael Myers
While chasing Laurie, he almost had a heart attack when you suddenly stepped out from around a cornerâif that had even been possible. Without thinking, he would have turned you by the shoulder and driven his knife into you. But then he noticed. Michael was a very observant person; it was simply one of the advantages of being a hunter. He saw the dullness in your eyes, that lack of recognition, almost immediately.
It was a sight he had never seen before. Even people who knew nothing about him would look at him strangely or with concern. But not you. Not with the same indifference you carried.
He swiftly raised the knife until its tip hovered before your eye and waited. Yet the scream and expression of terror he wanted so badly never came. It sent a note of discomfort through his body. Michael wasn't used to not being feared. And he would never, the person hesitantly touched by someone trying to understand the owner of the hand gripping them tightly, letting out a startled breath. He shoved you away harshly.
Without caring that you had fallen, he left. But that would not be your last encounter. And the more often a blow lands, the more it wears away whatever stands before it.
Nah we definitely need MORE DANNY CONTENT!! He's the best Ghostface, period. And heyyy I think I'm officially obsessed with you now lol đ„· Just kidding, don't panic...(or maybe not?) Your Danny posts are like a hidden paradise, I swearr đ€€
