First of all, I just wanted to let you know that I spent a *couple* minutes cackling at the Strade/Chris art. I don't know why but here we are.
Secondly, your art is fantastic. You use such lovely colors and your shading is on point. I love the way you render hair and just everything in general. Excellent. Fantastic.
Also: Why is Stris (the first child of Strade and Chris) eating a lime?
AHHH TYSMM 😋🥰💫💫 (BLUSHING RN)
Coloring + Rendering is my favorite part of the drawing Im glad you loved it :DD
I am starting to have a hate love relationship with your posts. I cannot unsee things
((But for real. Its hilarious. Thank you))
HELP I just figured out inboxes and 'asks' exist ksajdlkj. Still figuring out how Tumblr works whoops. Got more cursed ideas I havent finished yet >:DD
silly little law x me reader thing I wrote awhile back and I wanna post it here before I finish up another one I'm cooking
Warnings for dubcon, drugging, gore and other Lawrence adjacent things
"Dunno, it's just sore." I snaked my arm around my back and prodded the tender flesh. "And I know damn well you have painkillers." I shot the blonde next to me a pointed glare.
"Uh, haha, yeah..." He scooted closer to me, the cheap bedframe creaked under his shifting weight, and he lifted the back of my shirt. I leaned back into the crook of his neck and he harshly ran his thumb along my spine.
He brought himself closer to my ear and humid breath grazed my conch "Uh, wh-here does it hurt?" I sat up a bit, vaguely pointing to the upper left side of my back. "Hmm." He mused. He dragged his thumb from my spine to where I had pointed, eliciting a groan of pain. "Trapezius." Lawrence whispered as he continued roughly digging his finger into the muscle. I whined. "Agh- Lawrence that hurts."
"You said that already." He sighed and removed his hand from under my shirt, standing up and turning towards the bathroom. "Lay on your stomach alright?, I'll uh- be right back." He went to walk away but paused, not bothering to look back at me. "Don't move." I nodded in agreement, but he had already shut the door, so I resigned to throwing my shirt off and laying on the bed where he told me too.
I breathed in deep, nuzzling into his pillows. Lawrence had always had a smell- musky and earthy like humification. It wasn't conventionally nice at all but I had come to like it. Not long after I had gotten comfortable, the bathroom door swung open and I jumped at the sudden noise. He was holding a glass corked bottle and some strange looking amber jar. He set them down on his nightstand and I smiled up at him.
"Do-ont look at me like that I just wanted to help y-y..."
He trailed off. A dark blush crept up his ears and cheeks as he shed his hoodie and flannel, climbing up onto the bed and straddling my legs.
I crossed my arms under my face and tried to relax. Lawrence moved and something thick and warm poured onto my back, I jumped.
He leaned over me and tucked my hair behind my ear, brushing his fingers over my tattoo. "It's just coconut oil, you're fine." he cooed. "Uhm, I just warmed it up so it wouldn't be so cold."
We lay there like that for a moment until he placed the flats of his palms on my upper back. They were shaking. His left thumb dug into my back muscle and he slowly dragged it up and off my back. I grunted and squeezed my eyes shut. He reached up and tangled a hand into my hair before pressing his knuckle into the spot below my shoulder blades. My body jerked involuntarily and I gasped. He made a breathy sound and I felt him stop.
"I need t-to, uh, i-" He shuddered and turned, I felt his cock through his sweats and it pressed into the crook of my ass. "Lawrence I knew this was gonna happ-" His hand shot up to grab my hair, pressing it into the mattress.
"Quiet."
I couldn't breathe. The sound of him rummaging through his drawer was muffled by my ears starting to ring. He pulled my head up by my hair and stuffed a rag in my face. He leaned in close, holding the cloth over my nose and mouth as I thrashed.
"You need to stay still." he whispered into my ear. I couldn't breathe, the liquid soaked cloth smelled of earth and grass but it felt as if it was shredding my nostrils. "I'm so happy I found you." I frantically wheezed and coughed into the rag, unwillingly inhaling more of the substance into my lungs. He bit and drooled into my neck as his voice grew more and more distant. My head started throbbing and the room started spinning.
"It's so easy..."
It went dark.
"...r scapula is perfect.."
A soft whisper filled my ears. I felt something rub against my shoulderblade. "Lawrence?" I tried to whisper but nothing came out. I tried to open my eyes.
they wouldn't.
"Your canvas is so perfect... you are so perfect." A point pressed into my neck and I tried to move.
I couldn't.
I couldn't move.
I could feel the panic set in and and my breathing quickened. Lawrence gasped softly and removed the knife.
"Are you awake?" I wanted to respond but I couldn't and I tried desperately to think of a way to get his attention.
His hand gripped my shoulder and he flipped me over, coarse stubble scraped over my bare chest and I felt him place his ear just above my heart.
"You can't move, can you?"
He sighed and he grabbed my hip, I felt my skin prickle as he ran his thumb over my ilium.
"I-, This wasn't supposed to happen-" I could hear his breathing speed up, his thumb traced down my pelvis and he stopped just above my inner leg. "ilium, ischium," He placed his thumb just above my inner thigh, where the joints meet. His fingers were rough as he dragged them down over my pubic bone. "Pubis." He paused and I couldn't see but I had talked to him enough to know he looked up to meet my eyes, "It all works together. It makes you alive. It's incredible, you're incredible." I felt his thumb peel away from my skin and I didn't feel his hand for what i swear was minutes, he finally spoke, quiet and trembling, "I could do anything to you."
I could tell by the tone of his voice he meant it.
a rough calloused hand gripped my inner thigh and pulled it open, a sharp point flitted over the thin skin. "So many blood vessels here." He pulled the blade through slowly, as though he was testing it. I wanted to scream but all I managed was a pathetic soft grunt. I felt his thumb return to my inner thigh and he smeared the now cold wet blood around. He whimpered.
"Inguinal ligament." He whispered lowly, digging his finger into the cut. "This ligament makes your entire lower left side function." He sighed and brought his other hand up to hold my leg, sliding them both up to rest on my hips. I felt his body heat looming over me and his stubble on my cheek. He spoke chillingly low. "I could kill you right now." His breathing wavered and I felt his clothed erection brush against my sex.
"You can't move, you're so pliable, you're so quiet you're so, you're so perfect." He chanted in my ear as if he was confessing to a priest. I felt slender fingers slide over my entrance and he shoved his cock into me hard with no warning. "Nngh-" He groaned and I could hear him panting on top of me.
His thumb brushed over my adams apple before gripping my throat with his fist. I couldn't breathe. Lawrence bit my ear and thrust into me hard, "And you're all mine. So perfect and made just for me aren't you?" My hearing started to fade. I needed to breathe. My fingers twitched and my ears started to ring until finally I felt his grip relax. He cupped my cheek. I heaved and choked and coughed, it was getting easier to move but I was still so weak.
He kissed me hard, pushing his tongue into my mouth as his fingers trailed over every part of me as if he was trying to peel away my skin. He fingered my ribs and dug his knuckles into my muscles. I felt myself involuntarily clench around him and he moaned. He loomed over me shaking and panting. His thrusts were becoming erattic and he pressed his finger into my sternum. He whimpered shakily and he stopped. He pressed his ear to my chest, he was drooling. "It's beating so fast," He moaned. "I love you so much I need to hah- I need to-"
I barely had the time to register the flick of a pocket knife opening before I felt it's point graze my collarbone. "You...-" The sharp pain increased as I felt him carve something just above my heart. "I need... to have every part of you, I need every part of you to be mine." He kept murmuring to himself.
My strength was returning and I whined. He kissed me while he slowly pushed the blade into me just under my sternum, white hot pain spread through my body, my eyes opened and I started to scream. Lawrence jumped and held his hand over my mouth. "I need you quiet, okay?" He looked into my eyes and sweat dripped down his jaw. "I love you.." For a moment , I didn't even register my organs spilling out as he pulled the knife down my body. His hips slammed into mine and he shuddered as he came. "Fuck! Mmph-"
I coughed and blood poured from my mouth, I felt like I wasn't in my body anymore. Every word from my mouth took all of the effort I had. "Lawrence..." He looked up to meet my eyes, he was smiling and a tear ran down his cheek. "Lawrence I think I'm dying..."
His smile faded and his eyes widened. He looked down at my mangled body. "No.. No No No!" He frantically started shoving my organs back into my body, was he crying? "I can fix this. You'll be okay." He whispered as if trying to convince himself but I was loosing far too much blood to stay conscious. "Lawrence, I hope- I hope it's as beautiful as you said." I felt soft waves lapping up my shoulder, I felt like I was floating. I felt my body go limp.
I really, really hate Derek. He's an asshole and has zero redeeming qualities. Compared to every other murderer in btd games. Stabbing him was the best part of his route, and I did not feel bad at all. I imagine how his corpse is left to mummify in the desert, in great detail. But he's still my fav. I love him.
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