#silverknife94

[inkly-heart]

Stalker-hugs back and smiles-”These are lovely. Thank you darling❤️” (more asks under the cut!)

At first Stalker would be bit confused but then think it’s cute and of course he would be patient with MC.DG would think it’s funny and could joke about it time to times.

She doesn’t know that they are criminals but she is suspicious about Stalker and bit Leevi but since Venni has talked about him and told Catherine that he’s not a bad guy she wants to believe Venni. DG always acts so kind and helpful when Catherine is around so she doesn’t feel suspicious about him but she does think he’s bit weird. And about Gunther what she has seen about him since he has sometimes fixed her pipes and talked she thinks he’s a nice guy.

For MC when he knows what MC likes he usually takes them to the places where they like and gives their favorite things but he would also give them something what he likes like something frog related. But if DG isn’t really feeling going outside he would do something romantic at home like make a meal and have a movie night with sweet/salty snacks.

I saw it and I want to say thank you so much again!!;;w;; ) And hearing this would make her fell in love and never leave you.

Thank you!^^ Also you’re welcome! Jester-picks up some candy and eats them-”I’m more a soul person but these are ok too.”

For example he would do these what youtuber Imbrandonfarris does. The google translate cooking. And sometimes he just likes trying things even though they can end up tasting bad.

Of course they are cool with it!^^ 

Pokemon Stalker would give MC things what he likes like flowers, sticks, berries to express his love. He would also lick MC on the cheek a lot. He would do everything to make MC proud of him.

Boi would be so ok with this and love it a lot❤️

Aww thank you❤️ It’s so nice to hear you like my BC project and the characters. It inspires me to continue it.^^

No spoilers🙈 But at the same time I’m sure people knows what would be a good ending.

Stalker-”Well-” DG-”Who says that sex takes only 30 seconds? If you are horny enough it can take whole day.”

Stalker-blushes and nods excitedly-”Yes!”

[dissociativehatred]

//starter// @silverknife94

Chester was putting his books in his locker when he was shoved into it by some jerk senior. He grunted and pulled himself up from the floor and glared at the front older teen.

“The fuck’s your problem!”

His eyes then widened as a fist hurdled right into his face. The kids started to gather around watching the fight that Chester would sure lose. It was then a teacher walked over. She easily sent the bully to the principal’s office and chastised Chester for hitting back. God, he hated this school. At least she didn’t give them both detention though. With a sigh Chester headed off to lunch.

He then walked over to the vending machine to try to get himself some chips. He reached into his pocket and his eyes widened... his dollar. It must’ve fell out when he was getting his ass kicked. He groaned and kicked the vending machine before taking a seat beside it in annoyance.

[helpless-right]

*drops Alex here* Have fun~! *runs away* "H-Hey wait a-a minute don't leave me h-here!"

  “Oh,” Strade pipes, rubbing his hands together, “I never pass up free food.”

[galacticafterdark]

Ok um I'd like a TINR Strade X ScaredMale Reader(scared of Strade that is) Would it be okay if there were mature themes in the fanfic as well(like blood, gore and sex). Maybe the Reader stumbles across Strade killing a couple of people and tries to hide from him but is found and cornered by him?

Thanks for the request, silverknife94!! I really like writing TINR Strade! Below the cut is a short fic focusing on the visceral fear reactions of the reader, cause I wanted to practice vivid descriptions. I didn’t get much into the gore/sex bit but hopefully I nailed the fear thing. Hope you like it!

Keep the requests coming! I love reading your requests and writing them even more!!

WARNING: below the cut is a graphic description of intense fear/a panic attack, as well as violence, and implied death. Do not read this fic to hurt yourself, or if you are minor. 

Strade belongs to @gatobob / @gurobob

Your heart is pounding.

It fills your ears, everything else muffled, behind a curtain of water. The explosions around you sound like they are a mile away and fading. You feel your pulse in your fingertips, throbbing and shaking. Burnt flesh from - somewhere, you don’t know where, you don’t want to know where - makes your stomach roll and heave. You’re crouched, hiding behind a piece of white rubble. Your breath is racing almost as fast as the pounding in your veins, too fast, too fast, too fast.

You can’t breathe. You look at your hands and they’re blurry in your vision. Shaking? Or… you reach up and feel tears on your cheeks. There’s blood splattered on your side. When did that get there? You don’t know, you can’t remember… It’s all too blurry… showing up here, hearing strange voices, seeing people collapsing just feet away from you, that claw…

You clasp your hands over your mouth, hyperventilating. You can’t make any noise, no no NO NO N O ….. Where did he go? You whip your head around, frantically searching for the man in black and chrome. Just smoke, and rubble flying, and the occasional green flash through the dusty sky. Figures moving in the thick plumes, random movements catching your eye. None of them moving towards you.

Good. That’s good. Maybe you lost him, maybe he doesn’t know where you are. Maybe he’s found a different target. You take in a deep, shaky breath. You close your eyes for a moment, trying to focus on the sounds around you, bring them back. You hear faint electric humming, building up briefly and then a boom. It’s far away, You’re okay, you’re okay.

Your eyes open and a metallic glint rushes past. Something slams into the wall near your face, and before you can open your mouth to scream, your breath is knocked out of your chest. You hear a cruching, a crumbling, the sound of rocks falling and rolling over each other, and something softer splintering. You cough and red sprays everywhere. You’re pinned against the rock you were hiding behind, limbs crushed and pressed against cold metal. You turn your head and that smile is there, peeling apart his face.

An orange light flashes towards you.

[helpless-right]

Strade, I have a question: have you ever stalked anyone? Like someone you've had your eye on for a while.

  Strade taps his hammer to his chin.

  Getting around his neighborhood is an ordeal every time. He has a mental list of everyone who knows his name; the pizza place, the Braying Mule, the mailman. He knows when to hide his face and when to show it. He destroys anything resembling a routine before it can find itself gelled in anyone else’s memory.

  To stalk someone, and throw all that work out the window?

  “No,” he decides. “Too risky.”

[helpless-right]

I have a question: How would you react if one of your victims managed to tie you up to the pole?

  Strade smirks, the absurdity of the idea making him relax and bask in his confidence. “Yeah, alright. Let’s assume they get that far. My fox would have their head.”

[heilesegen]

Maybe you could tie him up by his feet and beat him with a baseball bat?