Regarding your posts about Lusie's beastkin marks. I was gonna make a mini post about the lore behind Ben and Georgie's beastkin marks but I'm telling you instead lol. So everyone in that family has their marks somewhere on their torso and they're all in the red/pink colour spectrum. If Lusie has deep red marks (like Ben) and they're on her boobs (like Georgie) they might be kinda related :3c they do say rabbits have large families (silly and for giggles, I'm not trying to drag your OC into my OCs lore, I just thought it was funny)
NOOOO please feel free to drag her into your lore; she's made of Play-Doh and she can have ten million origin stories if I want! Bunny family reunion!!
Also, more doppelganger feeler shenanigans...... 😘
Old man Jacob seems like the type to use outdated, /almost/ offensive terms but you let it slide cause ehhhh, his hearts in the right place so who really cares
Honestly yeah, he's trying his best! Though he will tell you off if someone else has to explain he's been saying something borderline offensive for a while. He wants to get better, if you don't tell him when he fucks up you're not helping >:I
But yeah, old man Jacob is super sweet and is absolutely making up for lost time by having a lot of gay old man sex. If we're going off of an au where Joseph makes it to be an old man they're practically married. Not in that bickering married couple way, but in that way where they're so tooth achingly sweet it almost hurts
Do you have this blog set to private? That can sometimes make notes disappear. (I also can’t see notes in my activity tab from this blog)
Nope, but I did have it set to discourage indexing and stop me from popping up in searches, so maybe turning those settings off will help? Let me know if you get notified about this answer :3
Ok so I don't have a defined idea for a writing request, I just want the reader to bite Strade really fuckin hard. Like till they taste blood, and even then maybe not letting go.
I can't decide between basement shenanigans or pred/prey chase with reader as the predator tho (dealers choice, I can't make decisions lol)
:3 it's BITING TIME
What's Inside?
Characters: Single/two/group/other
Sex: None
Consent: N/A
Bodies: N/A
Violence: Explicit, descriptive, gory
Misc: Cutting, biting, kidnapping, death
You weren’t going to make it any longer.
You’d been trying not to think about it. No, scratch that, it was easy not to think about it – your mind simply wouldn’t let you touch it. It was easier than anything else in the world until Strade ran his knife under your stomach.
First you felt the hot release of your clenched pelvic muscles snapping beneath the blade. It was sharp, sudden, more like a stitch in your side while running than a lethal wound – but then he dug his fingers beneath your split skin, widening the gap, and your organs started to leave you.
The agony struck you all at once when they touched the filthy floor you’d been bleeding and pissing on for the past ten hours. You couldn’t tell which organ was which, and that bothered you. It was a strange thing to care about now, bleeding out in Strade’s basement, but the alien appearance of the wet masses slowly oozing out of you filled you with a naked animal terror like nothing you’d ever felt before.
You tore your gaze away from your spilling guts to look up at Strade, as if that was really any better. Instead of laughing at you again, he knelt down to look you in the eye, gripping your chin with his gore-encrusted hand.
“Do you even know what’s happening right now?” He was breathing heavily. You didn’t even register the smell, overwhelmed by the sensation of his fingers crushing bruises into your face and his boots brushing against your insides. “I wonder. I wonder what you’re going to do about it.”
His voice was excited, breathy, as if he’d been waiting for this moment all along. He brought his other hand up to your hair, lifting it as if to admire the sticky crust of sweat and oil and blood that had built up over days and days of captivity.
What were you going to do about it? You couldn’t run. You couldn’t hit him. Strade hadn’t even needed to tie you up – your arms were the first thing to go once he got you down here, and he hadn’t let you bleed out from that. No, he had plans for you – plans that you’d foolishly hoped you could turn to your advantage. As long as Strade decided to keep you alive, things could change.
Now, though… they were changing for the very last time. And as black spots started to burst in front of your eyes, obscuring Strade’s face, you realized there was only one thing you could do.
You drew in a deep breath, mustered all the energy you had left in your failing body, and twisted your neck sharply to the side. Then you sank your teeth deep, deep into Strade’s wrist.
You couldn’t hear his response. You couldn’t hear anything anymore. The only thing left was the tension in your jaw – muscles you could still fucking use – the pain of his bones grinding against your teeth, and the contrasting softness of his pulse point straining and bursting and filling your mouth with blood.
You fell forward – were you being dragged? Was he trying to pull away? How fucking dare he, after everything he’d done?
You weren’t going to let go. You clenched your jaw harder, sinking slowly into unconsciousness with the taste of Strade’s raw flesh in your mouth. Something broke, a tooth or a wrist bone, and the jagged edge of it sliced your tongue. You tried to dig deeper, deeper into his wrist, determined not to let go until he tore your teeth out of your mouth.
He shook you from side to side, jostling your already shattered sense of space until you were left floating in a blind void with him. Darts of pain shot up from your mouth and into the bones of your face, and the strain on your teeth eclipsed the pain of your slashed gut as you sucked in one last shaky breath through your nose.
You wouldn’t let go. You wouldn’t let go. This was the world and everything in it, your teeth in his flesh.
You knew you’d never wake up again, but that didn’t matter now. The only thing that mattered was that you’d kept your teeth inside him up to the very end. You wouldn’t be alive to see him pry his wrist free, dress the wound, and dispose of your body, and as far as you were concerned, that meant it wouldn’t ever happen. It didn’t exist.
Do you have any opinions on Maru? She's my Stardew wife (Harvey is my husband) and personally I love her but I'd love to hear what you think
Ok, so, I like Maru, she's nice, I just never really got into her character? Idk, also, why is her hair straight? Her old sprites are so pretty
If you're asking for my take on a yandere Maru, well...
Murder, just absolute terror. This woman in STEM can and will build a whole nuke, do not test her. My take on Maru is sweet, kinda mellow on the outside, mad scientist on the inside. A bit of a Princess Bubblegum situation if you catch my drift. She's over here making robots with wills to live and teaching them how to tie their shoes because she's a better scientist than others, VICTOR
She's not a monster by any means, she still cares deeply for her friends and family, she just also makes bombs for fun and gives them to you for mining trips! Because she's more into you in this version she'll take it opon herself to sneak into your farm at night and upgrade some of your sprinklers from time to time
Ok, I'll be honest, I was looking through the wiki for inspo and, um
“For a while there I was considering building a robotic [husband/wife]. But you're a lot more fun!”
So she absolutely has made a robot version of you, 100%, I don't make the rules. It's just to practice flirting with you at first but after one steamy night she makes a few...modifications to it's shell. She has to be careful with keeping it in her room because it's built to be flirtatious and will start hitting on Sebastian, giving the poor guy a heart attack
This Yan town need someone to manage the local grocery store, or at least someone to work there. Otherwise these yans won't be able to buy their beloved snacks
I'm fighting my instincts to make them like Barry lol. The word manager is just linked with him now. Though maybe that lead to me making them opposites
Clarence is the general store's manager and a total fucking doormat. He just doesn't want to make anyone upset so when his employees ask for time off he really can't say no. His name tag isn't big enough for his full name so it just says Clare and that's what most of the town calls him because he's sure as hell not gonna correct them. Confrontation gives him hives, well, not really, it just makes him shake uncontrollably. My guy has wet kitten energy
Once you move into town you'll meet him somewhere in his store. He stutters out a small greeting before rushing off to the back. He can't help it, you're just so handsome and or beautiful. He's thankful he has access to more uniforms, and that he could make it to the back before cumming in his old one
Also I don't know where to put this but he also wears skirts, just like, all the time
Would Jenny bench press me if I asked her nicely? 🥺👉👈
100% she usually works out by just working in her garden and picking up heavy shit (she likes to show off a little lol) but if a cutie like you wants to be apart of her routine then who is she to decline?
If you're anything under 200 pounds she'll ask you to hold some weights so it's an actual work out. You will have to look her dead in the eyes and tell her you just want to be close for her to get this isn't for exorcise. She takes shit literally
I know you said Strade for btd writing but could you do Ren? If yes I'd love to see some pet care (with reader as the pet), in line with the He'll Never Let You Go ending from btd 2 (I know this version of Ren is a bit softer than your usual stuff but the scene where he carves a heart into the players chest is just soooo cute. No pressure tho)
OKAY SO this is from ten million years ago, but I return bearing Ren pet care! I wasn't sure if you wanted just a direct continuation of the ending or something tonally in line with it but different, and I ended up leaning toward the latter.
I thought it'd be fun to have Ren actually stalk the reader on purpose instead of accidentally getting them in Lawrence's place, and I also decided to tweak the outcome of the heart carving scene a little bit for my own Nefarious Purposes (I really wanted Ren to be sweet and tender and a little insecure after a punishment ehe.) Hopefully you'll like it :3
What's Inside?
Characters: Single/two/group/other
Sex: None
Consent: Nonconsensual kissing and cuddling, being undressed while unconscious
“I’m sorry,” you sobbed again, this time into Ren’s shoe. You’d said it countless times over what felt like hours and hours, although you couldn’t say with any certainty how long you’d been down here.
You were too tired to say it again. The cuts on your chest stung as you slumped onto the floor, but you didn’t care. Everything hurt; you were just so tired and sore. At least you could relax your exhausted muscles for a moment, open wounds be damned.
You waited for the silence to be broken, for Ren to tell you once again that he didn’t believe you. He hadn’t accepted your admission that you liked the heart carved into your chest – not right away – and he’d been right not to. You didn’t like it. You just wanted to go home.
But you were sorry for upsetting him. You were sorry you couldn’t be what he wanted. You were sorry you couldn’t love what was happening as much as he clearly did. You’d never been more sorry for anything in your whole life, and you prayed for Ren to believe you as you lay in the puddle of your own coagulated blood, breathing in the smell of iron and machine grease.
“Hey, sweetie.” You heard the clatter of the knife falling to the ground before Ren’s voice fully registered in your mind. His shoe disappeared from under your cheek, leaving you to press your face right into the blood. He didn’t seem to mind the mess as he slipped his hand beneath your chin, urging you to open your eyes.
“I believe you. We’re all done here, I promise. I did everything I wanted to do.” You wanted to cry from relief, but you were too tired. All you could do was mumble a thank you and another apology into the concrete.
You weren’t left to lie there for long – you slipped in and out of consciousness, but jolts of fiery pain ran up your shins from time to time, reminding you where you were. Ren was helping you walk up the basement stairs, into the light. The last thing you heard before fainting completely was a soft apology for the fact that he couldn’t just carry you.
You woke up with a jolt to the feeling of sharp claws pricking your shoulder – you jerked away instinctively, and the rattle of chains told you he’d restrained you again. The abrupt movement pulled at the skin of your carved-open chest, and you patted it reflexively.
There was some kind of padding beneath your shirt – a bandage, you guessed. Your head was swimming, and every movement took several times the energy it should’ve, but you tried to sit up and take in your surroundings anyway.
The bed you’d been lying on clearly wasn’t meant for humans, but for a very, very large dog. Your gaze followed the chain to a metal post in the center of Ren’s bedroom closet. It had clearly been designed for this exact purpose, and you shivered at the thought before remembering you weren’t alone here.
Ren reached out to pet your shoulder gently, and you didn’t have it in you to resist. He leaned in to kiss the tiny pink marks he’d left with his claws before nuzzling into your neck, holding your arm like a teddy bear as he cuddled up on the dog bed next to you.
“Aw, honey, I’m sorry. I must’ve fallen asleep too. I didn’t mean to hurt you.” You stuttered out an it’s okay, or something close. He seemed to take it to heart, judging by the way he smiled into your skin.
Wait, your skin – hadn’t you been wearing long sleeves?
Sure enough, you were wearing an unfamiliar white tank top and shorts now. Ren must have noticed your surprise, because he pulled back and gave you a soft, understanding smile.
“I know it must be really scary to have someone else change your clothes like that. But you were all cut up, and I couldn’t let you stay in those bloody clothes all night! Something would’ve gotten infected.” There was nothing lascivious in his expression, only tender concern. You realized he must have bathed you as well, but you weren’t in any position to complain about it – not with the shock collar around your neck.
And he wasn’t wrong. It did make you feel better, however messed up the situation was as a whole. You couldn’t exactly care for your own wounds like this.
“…Thank you, Ren.” He beamed at that before jumping up and moving to open the bedroom door. You tracked him carefully, watching for any sign that he might snap and reach for a weapon, but he was bouncing on the balls of his feet and humming like nothing had ever been wrong.
“You’re so welcome! The first real punishment is always the hardest, but I hope you’ll understand why I did it soon enough. I’m not just gonna give up on you when we have problems, you know? I decided to keep you, and I knew my first time keeping a pet wouldn’t be easy.” He hovered in the doorway, still smiling as he looked back at you.
“Speaking of which, it’s way past breakfast time. I bet you’re pretty hungry – I couldn’t get you to wake up and eat last night. But you really needed the sleep, so it’s okay.” He dashed silently off to the kitchen, leaving you alone to take stock of what had happened.
Was this really his first time keeping a pet? You’d sort of assumed he kidnapped people on a regular basis. There was a body in the freezer, after all, and the house was riddled with anchor points for your chains that looked like they’d always been there. Was he lying to you? Of all the things to lie about, this one seemed the strangest.
You almost hoped he was lying – being his first kidnapping experiment didn’t bode well for the rest of your time here. Maybe if he was inexperienced, though –
No. You turned your mind away from the thought of escape. Your legs were covered in stitches, and the deep lacerations twinged whenever you tried to flex your muscles. Pins and needles shot through your left foot, and you wondered distantly if he’d caused any nerve damage. Perhaps you should’ve panicked at the thought, but you were still just so tired.
It wasn’t long before Ren bounded back into the room, carrying one pet bowl in each hand. You eyed them suspiciously as he dragged a mat over from the corner of the room and placed the bowls on top. The realization that he didn’t want you to ruin the carpet almost made you laugh.
“Now, I would feed you in the kitchen ‘cause it’s easier to clean up splashes, but I don’t think you feel like walking right now, do you?”
You shook your head, still sizing up the bowls and trying not to let your apprehension show on your face. One was wide and shallow, full of what looked to be pet kibble, and the other was small and deep. You leaned closer, sniffing it to identify the brown liquid – oh.
It was coffee. Coffee with milk. He’d given it to you in a dog bowl.
You looked up at Ren. If nothing else, at least he didn’t seem upset by your confusion. He crouched in front of you, nudging the big bowl closer with a dreamy smile that made you uneasy.
“Go ahead, you should eat something before you have your coffee. It’s bad for your tummy to do it the other way around.”
The thought of growling at him that you weren’t a child or a fucking dog passed distantly through the fog in your mind. You couldn’t quite touch it, but it made itself known all the same, as if it hadn’t realized yet that its presence was no longer needed.
Instead of indulging it, you reached down for the plastic spoon he’d given you – considering the actual dog food, you were surprised he’d even bothered – and started lifting a bite to your mouth. You didn’t know what it was meant to taste like, so you couldn’t say whether he’d drugged it… but you supposed he didn’t need to do that anymore, anyway. You were right where he wanted you to be.
“It’s really not as bad as it looks, I promise! I used to-” He stopped short and looked almost embarrassed for a split second. “Well, I mean. It’s okay to eat, even if you’re not a dog.”
You nodded slowly and tried not to think too hard about what you were eating. It didn’t actually taste terrible – the texture was almost like burnt food scraped off the bottom of a pan, but it dissolved quickly in your mouth, and at least the strange, vaguely meaty aftertaste wasn’t too overpowering.
“Good job! You’re doing really well, especially after last night.” You couldn’t help flinching slightly when he threaded his fingers through your hair, but his claws rested lightly on the surface of your scalp, never pressing deeper. It felt… kind of nice, despite everything.
“Can I… can I have the coffee now?” Ren nodded eagerly, and you tried not to think too hard about the obscenely thrilled grin on his face as he watched you drink. It was better than the alternative, anyway.
It was hard to drink without spilling it – the bowl clearly wasn’t meant to be used this way. You took small, careful sips, staying over the mat so as not to risk angering Ren. You felt his eyes burning into your skull the entire time, and it felt like an eternity before you were finished.
“Is it good? Did I make it the way you like it?” Ren was leaning far too close to you, with his clawed hands digging into the mat and his face scant inches away from yours. You fought back the urge to flinch and did your best to muster a response.
“Y… yes, actually. You did. It’s great, Ren.”
Without another word, he grabbed your chin in one hand and kissed you right on the mouth. You dropped the empty coffee bowl in surprise, and it rolled across the mat, ignored as Ren swished his tail enthusiastically. He made a cartoonish mmmmwah! sound before breaking the kiss, and you nearly laughed out loud.
It would’ve been… no, it was adorable. There wasn’t any harm in letting yourself feel comforted, you reasoned. Sure, you’d rather not be kissed by your captor without warning, but you’d also rather none of this had ever happened at all. And clearly Ren could tell when you were lying, so…
No, it wouldn’t do any harm. It’d probably even help you stay out of the basement if you just allowed this forced game of pretend to be a little bit real. Ren was cute.
He held onto your face for a long moment, studying you. You tried to look away, to think about anything else, but he was impossible to ignore. Your cheeks were already red from embarrassment, and it didn’t help when Ren nuzzled one of them softly before giving you another brief kiss.
“Hey, sweetie…” He leaned closer and closer, until you were forced to lie down. Being on all fours looked natural for him.
You half-considered trying to swipe the remote, but you didn’t know which pocket it was in, and you couldn’t stand the thought of getting shocked. Not after last night. So you turned your face to the side, focusing on the plush cover of the dog bed as Ren pushed you to lie flat. Once he was satisfied that you wouldn’t be trying to go anywhere, he curled up at your side, using your non-injured left arm as a pillow.
You tried to breathe slowly as he settled in. He smelled… nice, really, clean and woodsy in a vague off-brand men’s body wash sort of way. There was a faintly sharp scent beneath it that almost reminded you of a wet dog, but it wasn’t unpleasant. His ears were large, and you let out an involuntary giggle as one of them twitched against your cheek. You held your breath, hoping it wouldn’t startle him too much, but he just snuggled closer.
“I wouldn’t risk all this cuddling after what happened last night, except… well, you’re pretty drugged up, aren’t you? I’d notice for sure if you tried to do anything. And you couldn’t do it fast.” He mumbled his words into your shoulder, and you tentatively curled your arm around his head, unsure if you were supposed to avoid his ears. “It’s a good thing you’re so out of it, really. I think I needed this. I think we both needed this.”
“Thank you, Ren. I… I really am sorry.” He shook his head against your shoulder. You hoped it was a good sign.
“I know. Like I said, I believe you now.” He breathed in deeply, as if memorizing your scent, and then continued. “I’m not very good at this yet, you know? Maybe I went overboard. But I wanted you to know… I wanted you to know I really cared. That I wouldn’t hold back. That I’d do whatever it took to make us happy together.”
Was that really what had been going through his mind? You didn’t think you’d imagined the raw hurt on his face, but maybe there was a grain of truth to what he was telling you now. It was comforting in a strange, bitter way – the idea that Ren wanted to establish his role as your trainer, as your caretaker, instead of just punishing you on a whim.
“I got raw sugar for you.” It was almost a whisper, as if he was embarrassed. His claws dug ever so slightly into your waist, but you didn’t dare complain. “I couldn’t find it at the grocery store, and then I had to look online, but they sent me white sugar so I had to return it, and I thought – you know, it’s stupid, but I was worried. I’ve always thought it was really romantic, knowing someone’s coffee order exactly. Having it ready for them without even being asked.”
“Ren…” You couldn’t not respond, not when his face was starting to feel damp against your skin. “Hey, everything’s okay. You made my coffee just right.”
It hadn’t even crossed your mind to wonder if he’d made your coffee the way you liked it, not when you were struggling to please your captor. But somehow, knowing he’d gone to all that trouble made the tiniest flame of… affection, perhaps? Leap to life in a hidden corner of your heart.
It was just because you knew you’d get in trouble if he noticed you were lying. There was nothing else to it, you reminded yourself firmly, but you didn’t have a solid foundation to set that thought on anymore. Instead it drifted down through the mush of your drugged mind and bled into the warmth of Ren’s face buried in your shoulder, the careful barely-there brush of his claws and the softness of the bed. It was better this way. It was better just to let him be happy.
And if that made you happy too, you weren’t in any position to complain about it.
