#murderbaes

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Some semi-refs for my BTD/horrorporn OCs! They got a bit of a revamp and redesign.

Top left: Sammy Lovejoy (29, they/them) A stereotypical surface level activist except gone horribly wrong. Sammy stalks down, kidnaps, and kills bigots that they find online, and they stream it to get monetary compensation for their "hard work making the world better." Sammy's activism is incredibly performative and shallow, and they are not in any way an actual good person that cares for those around them. They are a sadist who uses the veil of activism to enact skewed 'justice' that really helps no one in the end. They are very tech savvy, and they program a completely new website for every stream, which has helped them avoid capture so far. The inaccessibility of their work is a saving grace against the cops. Sammy is deaf and uses hearing aids.

Top right: Riley (25, he/she/they) A Strade MC who has the disorder CIPA, which causes them to be unable to feel pain. Strade was immediately fascinated by this and injured them very heavily the first three days she was there. Strade cut off two fingers on each of his hands, as well as causing a huge amount of blood loss that Riley was unaware of and therefore unable to alert him to. Strade did begin noticing the symptoms, and was slightly terrified at the idea of losing such a fun toy. Riley was brought upstairs to live with him and Ren through their recovery, but it ended up being permanent. Riley and Ren get along very well, and their eye patch was a gift from Ren that he sewed together himself.

Bottom left: Rhett (30, he/him) A coyote beastkin and Strade & Fox MC. Strade kidnapped this sad little guy very easily, in fact Rhett just went home with him, thinking it might be a one night stand kind of thing, only to be knocked out inside the door. Strade loved his screaming and cries, what can I say, he has a thing for canidae. Rhett was kept, owned. Strade loved to pit Ren and Rhett against each other and have them fight half to the death for his entertainment. Rhett lived with Strade and Ren all the way up to Strade's death. He was there to watch Ren spiral about the hurt and trauma of it, but was too weak-willed to change his inevitable course of becoming Fox. Ren grew a slight hatred for Rhett, blaming him for Strade being gone and for all the bad he has ever been hit by, loathing him for listening to Strade's orders and beating him within an inch of his life nearly daily. Rhett was the one to be beat up now, being tortured or otherwise fucked with through the entire day every day. And when Fox had traumatized him to the point he was no longer fun, he sold him just like any other pet.

Bottom right: Leigh/Le-le (nonhuman so age not applicable but an adult of her species, she/her) Leigh is a merrow, and her species is capable of taking on a human-like form and breathing on land for a good amount of time. They do need to go back to the water eventually in between sessions of using the ability. Merrow are also capable of human speech, but it can come across as very child-like, slurred, and stilted. More of a mimicry of speech than actual talking. Leigh is kind of a spoiled brat, she is very conventionally attractive to her species and therefore was handed most everything she wanted in life with no effort. Leigh loves being on land, and she love doing risky, ridiculous things. Obviously she had no money so she would steal anything she wanted, or flirt with men until they bought her things. She flirted with the wrong man one day, at the seediest bar she had ever been to. What a great excitement to be threatened to be fucked right there on the table! She was taken with Vincent instantly, so obviously went home with him. Vincent was very shocked to see a nonhuman just like him, and at first was responding very positively and treating her very well. Then she saw the skull in his closet. Vincent took her to the bunker and she was tortured on and off for days. Bizarrely it just made her fall for him even more. What an experience, she has never felt pain like this, it's so delightful, it's so exciting! Needless to say, she joined Farz and Vincent in a polycule, and has been living with them willingly ever since. They installed a salt water pool in the backyard just for her, of course, their spoiled little girlfriend.

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Some lil guys that @aconitumwounds gifted to me!! 

I have lots of plans for an original story and whump stuff with Fawn! I’m going to create a little whumpee for her to beat around and write plenty of stories! She’s so dainty and small, definitely not keeping captives as dolls in her basement...:3c 

Doll is going to be a Mason MC! Just a easily spooked & traumatized little cat who’s been sold to one too many owners. She’s a pained cougar with a biting problem, so we’ll see if Mason makes it out alive...

Powder!! Powder is just my little tiny baby and I am going to feed him to people’s beastkin OCs like fine ground Lapin >:)

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More Ket lol, he's just hanging out totally not showing some muscle to MC

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Finally finished my half of the art trade with @spice-and-pills! Happy holidays Pepper!

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—     Art Teacher     —

Tarren caught a glimpse of Lawrence’s latest “art project”, and as a fellow artist, he is very intrigued. 

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  Images of bloody hair littered in flowers, of a splayed spine filled lovingly with herbs, flash in Tarren’s mind as he knocks on his nervous friend’s apartment door. Tarren met the scruffy, muscular blonde in a bar while on this fun two-week-long get-away to the city. They got on well, and Lawrence let Tarren walk him home at Tarren’s insistence. All the way up to his door, as Tarren coaxed. 

  Tarren had only caught a glimpse of her, this temptress, this pale beauty. She was clearly not meant to be visible from the door, but Tarren did see, and he felt, and he wondered, and he dove within the waves of curiosity. 

  So, he knocks. 

  “Lawrence? Lawrence, darling! It’s Tarren, from last night." No response from the dark, covered windows. “Lawrence? Please do pardon my intrusion, I just have a query for you about the girl-!” Tarren cuts off his shouting as a crash and shuffling sounds from inside, followed by quickly thumping footsteps. 

  “Get inside.” Lawrence answers the door shirtless, face twisted up and mouth grimacing, flashing a small skinning knife. 

  “Oh now now, none of that mess, darling,” Tarren chuckles, flashing his own knife tucked into the inside of his shirt. Lawrence looks highly unamused, but Tarren, unaware, shoves past him into the apartment. Lawrence, seemingly shocked by this bold little bird now rummaging in his home, lowers his knife and stares blankly after. 

  Tarren inspects the whole of the apartment until- Yes, there she is! Just as beautiful and artistic and lovingly crafted as his glimpse implied, oh!

  “Oh~” he gasps, turning to Lawrence with a lovestricken smile. “Law, sweetie, why didn’t you just tell me?”

  Lawrence’s face is twisted in what could be shock or maybe embarrassment, frozen in place a few paces away as his art rests in the hands of a near-stranger. But rather than horror or disgust, Tarren is blushing wildly, hugging the flower-coated decapitated head and spine to his chest; like it doesn’t matter, like killing and maiming and making anew is a normality to him. Lawrence doesn’t know what to feel, this is uncharted territory, this is new, this is... scary. The pure lust and shameless joy on the man’s face is scaring him. How can he be so shameless while clutching a corpse? Lawrence can never hold the dead without shame. 

  But rather than say any of that, Lawrence whispers: “ You... need to leave. Now.”

  “Oh come now, darling!” Tarren snaps, tossing the head back into her box. “Look I love it, your art, it’s beautiful! Sure your methods are brutish and messy, but dear-” Tarren rushes up to Lawrence who raises his knife to strike, but Tarren just touches Lawrence’s shoulders, eyes wild. “Dearest, let me teach you! Our passions, our visions combined- Imagine it!” Tarren is bright red, eyes wide and pupils blown. Lawrence can’t help his own dusting of pink along his cheeks at the physical contact. 

  “What- What do you mean? Teach me. Teach?” Lawrence’s voice is rising in volume, when Tarren’s hands come to rest on his cheeks, and he presses their lips together. 

  Lawrence blusters and shoves Tarren back hard, knocking him to the floor. Tarren screams in frustration and pulls his knife, lunging forwards and sticking the blade into Lawrence’s calf and twisting. Lawrence shouts and collapses heavily, rivulets of blood spurting from him instantly. Lawrence dropped his knife in the fall, and Tarren kicks it away, standing over him, uninjured. 

  “Testy, testy, aren’t you, dearest?” Tarren pants out. “No matter, I forgive you! But babe, you’ll bleed out very quickly without my help, you see, and I do think that makes you indebted to me for at least one art lesson, no?” 

  Lawrence is groaning in pain, clutching the wound and staring wide-eyed at the dark red puddle forming below him.

  “Art lesson? What are you talking about? You stabbed me! You- you stabbed me!”

  “I know, but you started it! I was merely defending myself. Now do you want my help stopping the blood or not? Trust me, I’m a doctor!” 

  Lawrence stares at his pale leg drenched in red, and realizes very quickly that he’s dying. The familiar ebb and flow of the river tugs the edges of his blurry vision. 

  “Fine, help me,” Lawrence shouts hoarsely. Tarren grins and pulls his emergency kit out of his back pocket, bending down and applying pressure with a random shirt off the floor. He hums an old fishing tune until the bleeding stops. Lawrence breathes heavily, staring him down with wary, reddened eyes. 

  “You’ll learn to appreciate it soon, darling, swear it.” Tarren pulls out and unfolds a small IV bag and wipes his arm clean, readying to draw his own blood to give to his patient. “By the time we’ve finished our lessons I’d wager you’ll understand beauty and the art of love like never before!” He strokes Lawrence’s cheek softly as those wide baby blues meet his hazel. Lawrence pulls away softly, unsure and vaguely terrified by the oddity of this man. 

  “I’ll make an artist of you yet, Lawrence Oleander~” 

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Fleshing out a collared!Ren MC! A freak who was just waiting for the chance to kill and torture with no consequences, so getting kidnapped by a “wimp like Ren” was like a pretty wrapped present from fate. 

Any name suggestions? :3

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Not enough Mason appreciation guys, pick up the pace! /j 

MC: Can a bear jump higher than a house? Nope, houses don’t jump! :D Mason: *the loudest guffawing booming laugh you’ve ever heard* 

Mason belongs to @gatobob.