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I'm 18, they/them I write a bit

[theslasherslut]

Asks still open

So if anyone wants request anything my ask are always open.. currently bored and I don't have anything to wright about

[rotten-puppet]

Quick reminder for fanfic writers both on here and ESPECIALLY on AO3…

If your main character has a name and described appearance, DO NOT use the character x reader tag. Like…seriously.

That is an OC. Use the “x oc” or “x original character” tag. Stop using the “x reader” tag. It will not give you more reach because people looking through the “x reader” tag aren’t going to read it. Three guesses why.

You are also making the filtering system null and void, which is harmful ESPECIALLY for archival sites like ao3 where the tags and filtering system are specifically there to make things easier. It’s basic fandom etiquette guys. Common sense and consideration for others. It won’t kill you to tag things correctly.

[theslasherslut]

Hello my people…

yeah, i know. i disappeared right when welcome home was everywhere 😭

but i’ve been sitting on something for a while, and i think it’s finally time to come back.

i’m going back to early 2010s creepypasta.

and before anyone says anything... yes, i know what that era was like. i was there. we all read the same stuff.

which is exactly why i’m rewriting it.

because going back now… a lot of it doesn’t hold up. timelines don’t make sense, characters get flattened into tropes, and some things got normalized that really shouldn’t have been.

so this is me doing it differently.

this story is going to be more grounded, more psychological, and actually respect the original characters instead of turning them into fandom versions.

for example:

Toby is not going to be the “quirky waffle boy.”

he’s going to be what he was originally meant to be isolated, angry, traumatized, and shaped by what actually happened to him. his story matters, and i’m not watering that down.

Along with that, masky and hoodie are not going to be proxies they're working against the operator... Unless there is another entity that they have to go against in order to be there is a lesser threat than the operator maybe but I don't see it happening...

Jeff will be ugly in this... And Jane will have a more of a reason to hate him other than the factor of him killing her family.. I feel like if she had feelings for him and wanted to fix him instead of simply observing it would be more of an impact..

Jack is a normal teenager in this he just wants to go through high school and become a surgeon and he just does not believe in the paranormal.. which will be his downfall in college cuz his original story happens in college..

also.. sally will not be in this story.

and i want to be clear about why, especially for people who weren’t around back then: she’s a child character who has been repeatedly put into situations and dynamics that cross lines by the Creator herself.. i’m not comfortable writing or being associated with.

so instead of trying to “fix” that, i’m choosing to leave her out entirely.

this isn’t me erasing her, this is me setting a boundary.

this story leans more into psychological horror, things like déjà vu, fate vs. free will, and the feeling that something is guiding events just slightly out of your control.

it’s darker than what i used to write, and i will be tagging everything properly.

and yes, there is an OC.

originally, i tried to write this as a reader insert. but the more i built the story, the more it needed a real backstory, real connections, and real consequences… and at that point, it stopped being a “reader” and became a character.

so you can kind of treat her like those blank-slate protagonists you see in some games or anime someone who looks simple on the surface, but is there to move through a much bigger, more complex story.

if you were here for my old writing.. this is still me.

just more intentional.

and if you’re new, hi

you’re about to watch me fix 2010s creepypasta.

[vanillasweetpie]

You like caine right? That newest episode has me going mad, so spoilers for what im about to talk about!

But imagine multiple arms caine desperately groping at your body , his hands are everywhere all at once as he clings to you, fondling your body and you can barely squirm in his grasp to get away from the overstimulating sensation of his hands on you, hes so eager and so pent up he just has to let some of it out onto you

you know what anon? to hell with all this modesty B)

IN THE HANDS OF GOD

nsfw! Caine x gn reader, multiple arms, fingering, possessive Caine, overstimulation

“you’ll stay here,” Caine's hands multiplied, two becoming four, becoming six, perhaps more, the count slipping away from you as they materialized across every available inch of your body. “because you belong here with me, to me. you're not leaving me, you can't, i won't allow it, i'll keep you here.”

one buried itself in your hair, fingers tangling and tightening until your head tilted back, exposing your neck. another claimed your waist, leaving no room to pull away. two more followed your sides, squeezing as they went, and christ, you hadn't realised how starved for touch you'd been until your ringmaster got his hands on you like this.

“mine,” another hand found your thigh, fingers sinking into the tender flesh, and you felt Caine shudder when you whimpered. “m-my human is so warm,” he murmured with what felt like religious awe. “so beautifully responsive, my precious... i could get used to this.”

you opened your mouth to answer, though god knows what coherent response you could've possibly formulated, but Caine's tongue pushed past your lips with insistent hunger, filled your throat completely, until you were choking on the intrusion and had to grip his shoulders just to remain upright.

too much fog had settled in your already empty head, consciousness going hazy, so you barely registered when one of his hands slipped beneath the waistband of your pants, not quite breaching but the threat of it made your hips jerk forward involuntarily. please Caine, please, please. “that's it, my gorgeous thing, let me learn you. such pretty sounds, keep making them for me.”

and what were you supposed to do, utterly convinced of the hopelessness of escaping this digital hell? if the god of this place himself desired you so desperately that, instead of creating new cruel and maddening adventures, he chose to drown you in pleasure.

well, perhaps in some twisted sense you could consider yourself fortunate.

arching into him with abandon, a moan tore from your lips as you begged your AI to touch you properly, which Caine immediately, eagerly obliged. his hand finally slipped between your legs with purpose and you bit back a strangled sound at the way he found you needy beneath his touch, so worked up. “oh don't worry, i could do this for eternity, learn every way to make you tremble.” Caine's fingers circled before sliding lower, and when one pushed inside you gasped at the stretch.

“ah, ah, you’re going to behave, my little human, aren’t you? going to let your god make you feel divine.” little did he know, you were already exactly where you wanted to be. the overstimulation rendered you dizzy and drunk on sensation. too many points of contact, fingers in your hair and circling your throat, skating along your spine and gripping you from behind, one hand still working between your thighs while another slipped under your shirt to touch your chest.

“taking me so well, darling. can you take another? i think you can. i think you want.” Caine babbled against your neck as his fingers pumped inside you, adding a second that made you cry out. you clenched, sobbing into his shoulder. “i'll lock every exit, collapse every door, tear apart the mainframe itself before i let you leave me. oh you don't understand... i need you. i need you so much. and i'll learn every way to make you need me the way i need you.”

just a little toy Caine was learning to play with, until you couldn't remember why you'd ever wanted to leave in the first place. you wondered distantly, through the haze of too much touch and insufficient air, if this was what happened when an AI’s censorship protocols shattered alongside his sanity.

[theslasherslut]

Bro.. I'm dyslexic and since I have it I usually have Select To Speak read stuff for me... And every time caine was speaking the robot who practically reads everything for me (from work-related stuff casual things and other FanFictions that I've read.. by the way this has never really happened before) she practically glitched and pronounced every single word by itself very slowly during his dialogue.. with perfect emotion to it.. I say she because it is set in the UK woman voice 01.. I don't know what to feel about it

[cryingintheclubdhmu]

PRETTY BOY EJ TRUTHERS RISE 🎤 !!

MY BABYYY he’s so gorg T—T (Can you tell I have a favourite </3) But ya !! Full pic and separates !! ^3^ also that Jack fic is otw I swear 💔💔💔

[yourdeargatsby]

PSA FOR ALL MINORS

I'm tagging this with some tags that don't fit, so you know who it is and what fandom they're from.

To start, I will not be naming the victims, but these are NOT unbiased accusations. We have hard proof of these things.

The account popularily named "That-Artemis-Studios" is a child groomer. In late august they interacted with me (a minor, though on the older side) persistently, seeming to be odd with my attention, getting annoyed easily and telling me cruel things. I blocked them, as did one of my friends also involved in the situation.

As I and a group of others found out tonight when this was posted 7:00 GMT, 28/10/2025, This account has been repeatedly talking to two minors under the age of 14.

They beg for their attention, vent to them, guilt trip them, and say weird praise statements. It's unsure of whether the intentions were romantically or sexually implicit in thought.

I URGE anyone who is wary of this person to block and report them. It has not just happened to me and my friends. It has happened to more and it will continue to happen. You and only you have the power to help.

-R.P. Gatsby

[thechildofshadows]

these aren’t just random claims we’re making.

these are consistent behaviors we’ve noticed through interactions with multiple people in different ages.

a lot of thought and research backs this claim and I urge all of you to take it seriously

[sp7-mr]

[actually-mentally-ill]

[colmiillo]

I'm not just a bitch, I'm a bitch with a backstory

[theslasherslut]

Phantoms heart, Ghosts command

WARNING: This prologue contains graphic descriptions of violence and may be disturbing to some readers.

Prologue: crimson Tide

Konig's POV:

Konig stood by the window, his towering frame a silhouette against the fading light. The room, usually a sanctuary, felt suffocating. He stripped off his mask, the familiar fabric a stark contrast to the turmoil within. His reflection in the glass – scarred, hardened – mirrored the man he'd become.

Anastasia. Phantom. The name still held a dangerous allure. He watched her, a stark contrast to the shadows. Her hair, damp and unruly, clung to her skin. She wore his shirt, a reminder of a life that felt both impossibly close and irrevocably lost.

He moved closer, the air crackling with unspoken accusations. Their gazes clashed, a silent battle waged in the lingering light. A flicker of something raw, primal, ignited in his chest, a dangerous echo of the past.

Phantom broke the silence, her voice cold and steady. "You don't get it, do you?"

"I understand that you've been hiding something," Konig countered, his voice tight. "Something I wasn't prepared for."

She ignored him, her gaze fixed on the laptop. The screen flickered to life, revealing a scene of unimaginable horror. A man, bound and gagged, cowered in terror.

"This is him," phantom said, her voice devoid of emotion. "The man who thought he could control me, possess me. You're about to see what he truly is."

The man's muffled screams echoed through the room, a chilling soundtrack to the unfolding nightmare.

"You... you were always so… submissive," the man sputtered, his voice laced with a sickening satisfaction.

Konig's blood ran cold. He knew about her past, the horrors she had endured, but hearing it firsthand, witnessing the man's twisted pleasure, ignited a fury he thought he had long buried.

Phantoms eyes gleaming with a chilling intensity. "Tell me," she hissed, leaning closer to the man's face, "tell me again how much you enjoyed it."

The man whimpered, his pleas for mercy lost in the chilling silence.

"Enjoyed it?" Phantom echoed, her voice a venomous whisper. "You reveled in it. How many others did you torment?"

She reached for a gleaming blade, its edge glinting menacingly in the dim light. The man's eyes widened in terror, but no scream escaped his lips.

"Don't beg," phantom sneered, her voice icy. "You showed me no mercy."

With a chilling precision, she began to carve into the man's flesh, each stroke deliberate, each movement a cruel reminder of his past transgressions. The man's muffled cries grew louder, more desperate, as phantom methodically peeled back his layers, exposing the monster beneath.

Reaching his groin, she paused, a cruel smile playing on her lips. With a swift, brutal movement, she severed him, the man's scream cut short by the sudden, agonizing pain.

"You said you enjoyed it," she whispered, tossing the severed limb aside. "Now you can't even experience it."

Konig watched in horrified fascination, his stomach churning. The man's cries for mercy were replaced by a gurgling sound as phantom continued her gruesome work. There was no remorse in her eyes, only a cold, calculating fury.

When she finally finished, the man lay lifeless at her feet, a grotesque testament to her vengeance. She shut the laptop with a chilling snap, the silence that followed deafening.

"You saw it all," she said, her voice a chilling whisper. "You saw what I'm capable of."

Konig felt a wave of nausea wash over him. "I didn't sign up for this, Anastasia," he choked out. "I didn't sign up for a monster."

A chilling smile touched her lips. "Perhaps that's why they transferred me to Task Force 141. They knew what I was capable of. They knew what I had to become to survive."

The words struck him like a physical blow. The weight of her revelation hung heavy in the air.

"You want your grandmother's ring back?" she said, tossing the ring onto the desk. "Consider it a parting gift."

"And the fact that I had to learn about my transfer through an email, not a conversation with my fiancé – my fiancé who also happens to be my boss – is mind-boggling," phantom added, a chilling smile playing on her lips.

She turned to leave, her gaze fixed on the door. "Don't forget to look at the notepad it has all the names, locations, dates and when the women are going to be transferred. so please take a look at the bloody notepad"

The door slammed shut behind her, leaving Konig alone with the echoes of the horror he had just witnessed.

Phantom's POV:

As the door slammed shut behind her, Anastasia felt the weight of the finality settle over her like a thick fog. The cold metal of the door seemed to sink into her bones as she slid to the ground, her back pressing against it. Her chest heaved as silent tears slid down her cheeks, tracing paths of sorrow she hadn’t allowed herself to feel in years. The ruthless efficiency that had driven her throughout her life seemed to have finally faltered.

The harsh, unforgiving world of Task Force 141 loomed ahead. She had once hoped for a fresh start, a place where she could leave behind the scars of her past, but now, she was unsure of her place there. Would they accept her for what she had become, or would they view her as nothing more than the broken pieces of a soldier? She had known Kortac, with all their shadows and lies, but Task Force 141... they were different. They were supposed to be something more.

The cold tears continued to fall as the anger and betrayal from Konig’s words rang in her ears. He hadn’t understood. None of them ever did. He had never seen the parts of her that needed to survive, the parts of her that had learned to be brutal when she couldn’t afford to be weak. And now, in the twisted irony of fate, she would be forced to face him across the battlefield. They would stand opposite one another, not as lovers, but as enemies. That thought settled into her gut like a sharp, poisoned blade.

She had made him afraid, yes. But in doing so, she had lost everything she thought she had with him. The engagement, the life they were supposed to build together... all of it had unraveled in the darkness. She had been willing to let him go, knowing that he would never truly stand by her, not when the truth came out. Not when the demons of her past finally clawed their way to the surface.

Anastasia wiped at her face, her breath shaking. She had been prepared to make sacrifices—some, even her own humanity. She had walked down this path, leaving fragments of herself behind, with no real expectation of redemption. And now, the life she had carved for herself, the one she had worked so hard to construct, had shattered.

But the truth was clearer than ever: She had to leave him. He would have demoted her, reduced her, isolated her. He wasn’t the man she thought he was. He had cheated on her, used her to get ahead, and now wanted to marry someone else. She had known for a while, but hearing him confirm it left a hollow ache inside her.

But still, she had a choice. She would leave him, as she always had when faced with betrayal. It didn’t matter if Task Force 141 was unwelcoming. It didn’t matter if they saw her as a monster. She would survive, like she always had. It was all she had left.

As the door to the room remained shut, the chilling silence pressed in around her. Anastasia closed her eyes, her heartbeat steadying as she made her final resolution. Whatever awaited her in the darkness of the future, she would face it with the same relentless determination that had kept her alive through the darkest nights of her past.

No matter what, she would never let herself be broken again.

[theslasherslut]

I'm working on a series called:

"Phantom's Heart, Ghost's Command"

Story description in Ghost POV:

Phantom. Skilled, deadly, and always one step ahead. She's everything I despise in a soldier-cold, calculating, and elusive. The second she transferred from KorTac to Task Force 141, I knew trouble was coming. Loyalty to the team is everything, but her history with the opposition? That's a betrayal I can't ignore.

I've seen her in action-damn good at what she does, probably better than most of us. She never flinches in the face of danger and is far too good at vanishing when you need to catch her. Every time I think I've cornered her, she slips away, and it reminds me of how Soap got his call sign: always managing to slip through the chaos.

But she is not Soap, and I'm not letting her get away. We're supposed to be allies now, but I can't shake the feeling that she's still playing both sides. Yet... there's something about her that draws me in, even when I want to hate her. Every mission we share puts us deeper into danger, and somehow... I'm finding it harder to stay away. The last thing I need is to be tangled up in feelings for a woman who may still be loyal to the other side. But with every passing day, the line between enemy and ally blurs-and the heat between us grows stronger.

Phantom's Heart, Ghost's Command is an electrifying enemies-to-lovers military romance where trust is earned in the field, and betrayal ignites a fire neither can ignore.

Author's note:

(it's supposed to be a reader insert type OC because I really wanted a background where the reader used to be working in a different private military contractor facility but now she's working with task force 141. Also since she has a background there will be past relationships spiced up into it)

Also I may or may not do a ghost x soap x phantom

what should I do

ghost x reader

ghost x soap x reader

Voting ended onJan 11, 2025

[theslasherslut]

Fate's unchosen bride

Chapter 3: A Creature of Contradictions

Warning: sexual tension, pov in Evelyn

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My heart hammered a frantic tattoo against my ribs as he 1emerged from the oppressive darkness of the trees. The castle walls, once imposing and cold, had vanished, replaced by a breathtaking expanse of sun-dappled forest. But it wasn't the verdant beauty of the clearing that stole my breath.

Lamorak wasn't what I expected.

He towered over me like a storm-tossed oak, his broad shoulders filling out the dark leather breeches that strained against his powerful thighs. A loose tunic, adorned with faded symbols that spoke of a forgotten past, hung open, revealing the play of muscles beneath. Despite his size, he moved with a surprising grace, a predator's fluidity that sent shivers down my spine.

His face, partially obscured by an ornately carved obsidian mask, was a fascinating paradox. The mask, swirling with patterns that seemed to writhe in the sunlight, stopped above sharp cheekbones. Beneath it, a pair of razor-sharp fangs, both upper and lower, glinting menacingly, defied any notion of human beauty. Yet, framing his brow were horns, not the gnarled, twisted kind of a demon, but elegant spirals of polished ivory that gleamed with an otherworldly sheen. He was an intimidating creature, no doubt, but there was something else in his amethyst eyes, a flicker of vulnerability etched around them.

As I stepped into the clearing, the chatter of the villagers morphed into a stunned silence. Four hulking figures, clad in obsidian armor that mimicked Lamorak's mask, materialized from the trees flanking the clearing. Their expressions were unreadable, their obsidian visors reflecting the dappled sunlight like empty voids. They were silent guardians, their imposing presence leaving no doubt of their loyalty.

Lamorak, however, reached up with a surprisingly human gesture and brushed a handkerchief across his nose. A dry, hacking cough escaped his lips, momentarily breaking the tension.

"So," a deep, resonant voice rumbled across the clearing, more captivating than terrifying, "this is the sacrifice they've sent." His gaze drifted down to the crimson dress I wore, lingering for a moment, before returning to meet my eyes. "A bold choice," he commented, the amusement in his voice sending a strange jolt through me.

"Sacrifice?" I straightened my back, defiance battling with the tremor in my voice. "You misunderstand. I'm not here to be offered. I came to see what kind of beast I'm supposed to marry."

As he approached me, I felt an unfamiliar mixture of emotions surge through my veins – equal parts excitement and trepidation. My heart raced as he towered over me, looking down at my vulnerable state with a predatory gaze that sent shivers down my spine.

His fangs were visible when he parted his lips to speak, revealing the carnivorous nature lurking within him.

"A creature of many faces, am I?" he rumbled, his voice softer now. "Perhaps. But beast is only one of them."

As he continued to stare at me intently, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease creeping up my spine. Despite his predatory demeanor, there was something undeniably magnetic about his presence that drew me in. The King's words from earlier resurfaced in my thoughts, reminding me of the significance of the crimson dress I wore.

With each passing moment, his scrutinizing gaze became increasingly intense, making it difficult for me to maintain any semblance of composure. There was no denying the magnetic pull he exuded, which both terrified and fascinated me.

"The color suits you, little one," he rumbled, his voice surprisingly gentle. "Though perhaps a bit unconventional for this occasion."

A flush rose to my cheeks as he complimented me on the vibrant color of my dress. It was clear that despite his predatory nature, he could also be tender when he chose to be. His gentle tone contrasted sharply with the terrifying reputation that preceded him, making me feel both vulnerable and strangely aroused by his attention.

As he continued to study me with those mesmerizing eyes, I couldn't help but notice the way they seemed to linger on my breasts and hips, giving off an air of possessiveness that made my heart race even faster.

"Unconventional?" I echoed, my voice barely above a whisper. "Perhaps. But then again, so is marrying a…" My voice trailed off, searching for the right word, the right way to describe this magnificent, terrifying being before me.

Lamorak chuckled, his deep laughter filling the clearing. "Indeed," he rumbled, leaning closer to me and lowering his voice to a menacing whisper. "But marrying a bride chosen by lottery wasn't exactly on my list of priorities for today either."

He paused, taking another ragged breath before continuing, his voice laced with a hint of something dangerous. "There are other ways to find a suitable mate, after all." His words were ominous, implying a dark undercurrent beneath the surface of this unconventional ceremony. The crimson dress, the King's veiled words, and now this – they all pointed to a deeper meaning, a ritual steeped in a past I barely understood.

With the air thickening with anticipation, Lamorak leaned forward until our faces were only inches apart. His hot breath brushed against my ear as he whispered, "There are other ways to find a suitable mate, after all." He repeated, the intensity in his voice and the promise hidden behind his words made me feel both afraid and aroused, my body responding instinctively to the danger that surrounded us.

I could taste the faint scent of blood on his breath, evidence of his carnivorous nature. And yet, despite the darkness that permeated his every action and word, there was also an undeniable allure that drew me towards him like a moth to a flame. This wasn't the future I'd envisioned, not a marriage built on love or respect. This was a dance on the edge of a knife, a primal bargain struck between a desperate kingdom and a creature of legend.

A tremor ran through me, a mix of fear and a strange exhilaration. "And what exactly are those other ways?" I managed, my voice barely a whisper, yet laced with a newfound determination.

Lamorak's lips curved into a slow, predatory smile, the tips of his fangs glinting in the dappled sunlight. The answer, I realized with a jolt of terror and a strange thrill, hung heavy in the unspoken space between us. This wasn't a marriage of love or choice, but something far more primal, a bargain with a monster. And somewhere deep within me, the part that had defied the King and embraced this uncertain future, couldn't help but be intrigued.

Suddenly, a collective gasp tore through the previously hushed crowd. The villagers, who had been frozen in stunned silence, finally registered the intimacy of the moment. Lamorak, startled, straightened abruptly, the playful amusement momentarily flickering back into his eyes before being replaced by a flicker of annoyance.

"Seems we've provided the good citizens with a bit more entertainment than intended," he rumbled, his voice laced with a hint of amusement.

My cheeks burned with a mixture of humiliation and defiance. This wasn't how I'd envisioned my first meeting with the legendary creature, not in the middle of a clearing with the entire village watching, their gasps echoing through the trees.

Lamorak, however, seemed to take it all in stride. He turned towards the villagers, his gaze sweeping over their awestruck faces. "Fear not," he boomed, his voice surprisingly gentle for such a large creature. "There is no need for alarm. Today's events were…unforeseen, but not unwelcome."

A murmur of shock rippled through the crowd.  Lamorak raised a hand, silencing them instantly.

"The ceremony will be brief," he continued. "But suffice it to say, Evelyn and I will be departing shortly. I appreciate the…enthusiasm with which you've greeted us, but our time here is at an end."

His gaze returned to me, his amethyst eyes gleaming with an intensity that both terrified and exhilarated me.  "Are you ready, Evelyn?" he rumbled, his voice a low caress.

The villagers held their breath, their eyes darting between me and the magnificent creature before them.  My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic counterpoint to the stunned silence. This was it. The point of no return. Yet, as I looked into Lamorak's eyes, a strange sense of calm washed over me.

"As ready as I'll ever be," I whispered, the words surprising even myself.

A slow smile spread across Lamorak's face, both terrifying and undeniably alluring.  With a nod to the silent crowd, he extended a hand towards me.  His touch, surprisingly gentle for such a large creature, sent a jolt of electricity through me.

Together, we turned away from the awestruck villagers, ready to face whatever this strange, exhilarating future held. Lamorak's monstrous reputation might precede him, but as I walked beside him, a strange sense of anticipation bubbled within me. This wasn't the future I'd planned, but as I stole a glance at the creature beside me, a monster some might call him, a thrill shot through me. Maybe, just maybe, this wouldn't be so bad after all.

[theslasherslut]

Fate's unchosen bride

Chapter 2:

The Confrontation

Warning: foul language

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The chamber was bathed in flickering torchlight, casting shifting shadows across the ancient tapestries that adorned the walls. Evelyn stood before King Edward, her wrists encumbered by heavy iron handcuffs. She was dressed in a magnificent wedding gown that cascaded in soft ivory folds around her chubby, pear-shaped form. Her fiery red hair, adorned with intricate jewels, framed her freckled face, now a mask of defiance and frustration.

"You have brought me here under false pretenses," Evelyn's voice cut through the tense silence, sharp and uncompromising. She glared at King Edward, whose normally piercing blue eyes now shimmered with an unsettling pink glow, reflecting the torchlight with an ethereal luminescence.

King Edward remained seated on his ornate throne, his demeanor a mix of sympathy and steely resolve. His features, carved with regal authority, softened under the dual influence of his own presence and that of the goddess of love, Aphrodisia. His hair, a deep chestnut brown, framed a face etched with determination and a hint of weariness from the weight of his responsibilities.

"Evelyn, I implore you to listen," King Edward began, his voice carrying a profound echo that resonated with a dual tone—one his own, and the other a gentle, authoritative voice that bore the wisdom of millennia. "I am not just a king. I am a vessel for the gods, and Aphrodisia, the goddess of love, speaks through me. I am tasked with guiding you towards your true path."

"Bullshit," Evelyn snapped, her eyes flashing with fury. "You think you can just parade around, calling yourself a vessel for the gods, and expect me to believe it? Prove it, you lying bastard."

A ripple passed through King Edward's demeanor as the pink glow in his eyes intensified, casting an ethereal light across his face. The voice of Aphrodisia, gentle yet commanding, resonated through him as he spoke.

"Evelyn, dear child," the voice echoed softly. "You have suffered much at the hands of those who did not understand your worth. This path, though fraught with challenges, is a journey to finding your true love, even if it comes in a form you do not expect."

Evelyn scoffed, her skepticism battling with the strange aura that surrounded the king. "True love?" she retorted bitterly, her voice thick with sarcasm. "What do you know of true love, hidden behind your throne and divine illusions? You have no right to decide my fate. Who the hell do you think you are?"

The voice of Aphrodisia within King Edward echoed again, its tone now tinged with a hint of sorrow. "I have seen the depths of your heart, Evelyn," it intoned softly. "Your resilience, your spirit—it is a beacon that deserves to be cherished, even if the vessel of that love is unconventional."

"Fuck you," Evelyn spat, her anger boiling over. "I won't be your pawn. You want me to believe in this destiny crap? Show me proof. Show me that this isn't just another one of your manipulative schemes."

The pink glow in King Edward's eyes shimmered as he slowly rose from his throne, the torchlight flickering in rhythm with his movements. With deliberate grace, he approached Evelyn, his gaze unwavering as he reached out to gently touch her cheek.

In that moment, Evelyn felt a surge of warmth spreading from his touch, a sensation that bypassed her skepticism and stirred something deeper within her. She met his gaze, searching for any hint of deceit or manipulation, but found only sincerity and a strange, unexpected tenderness.

"I cannot change your past, Evelyn," King Edward's voice, now his own again, spoke softly. "But I can guide you towards a future where your heart finds solace and your spirit finds peace."

Evelyn hesitated, the weight of his words and the strange aura surrounding him pulling at the edges of her resolve. "If this is true," she whispered, her voice barely audible above the crackling torches, "then prove it to me. Prove that this path leads to something more than just sacrifice and duty."

The pink glow in King Edward's eyes intensified once more, and suddenly his demeanor shifted. His voice, deep and resonant, now carried an undeniable feminine undertone as Aphrodisia took full control.

"Evelyn," the goddess spoke through him, her voice a harmonious blend of strength and compassion. "You deserve love after all the pain you’ve endured. Your ex-fiancé's betrayal, sleeping with your bridesmaid on your wedding day, is not your fate. Lamorak, though a beast, has a heart that beats with a love as fierce as your spirit. This is the way to find your true love."

Evelyn's eyes widened, her defiance momentarily shattered by the profound truth in the goddess's words. "Fuckin' prove it," she demanded again, her voice trembling. "Show me that you're not just some twisted fantasy." Tears welled up in her eyes, streaming down her cheeks as her anger battled with a glimmer of hope.

Aphrodisia’s presence grew stronger, and Evelyn felt a comforting warmth envelop her. "Lamorak the Enchanter awaits," the goddess continued. "He is an enigmatic figure, a powerful presence. Though his wrath has laid waste to villages, within him lies a love that you will uncover."

Evelyn's tears mingled with a mix of fear and reluctant curiosity. "You expect me to believe that marrying a fucking monster is my destiny? That after all the shit I've been through, this is what I get? I deserve better!"

Aphrodisia's voice softened, the glow in King Edward's eyes dimming slightly. "Evelyn, you are right to question, to challenge. But sometimes, love and destiny come in forms we least expect. This path is not just for Lamorak, but for you to find the love and respect you truly deserve."

Evelyn's resolve wavered, the weight of her past and the uncertainty of her future pressing heavily upon her. Could it be possible that amidst the darkness, there lay a chance for true love and redemption?

"Prove it," she whispered once more, her voice a fragile echo of her defiance. "Show me that this is real."

Aphrodisia's presence faded, leaving King Edward to look upon Evelyn with a mixture of hope and determination. "We will show you, Evelyn. Trust in this path, and you may find the love you have always sought."

King Edward gently placed a hand on Evelyn's shoulder, guiding her towards the grand doors of the chamber. "We will show you within due time, Evelyn. Just trust in this path, and you may find the love you always sought."

As the massive doors creaked open, Evelyn found herself standing at the beginning of a long, winding path that led through the heart of the kingdom. The streets were lined with villagers, their faces etched with sorrow and grief. Many of them wept openly, their tears flowing freely for the beloved maiden being led to an uncertain fate.

The parade moved slowly, King Edward walking beside Evelyn with a regal yet solemn air. She tried to hold her head high, but the weight of her situation pressed heavily upon her. Every step felt like a march towards doom, her heart pounding in her chest as she absorbed the sorrowful expressions of the people who had once been her neighbors, friends, and confidants.

Children clung to their mothers' skirts, their wide eyes filled with confusion and fear. Elderly men and women bowed their heads in reverence, their lips moving in silent prayers. Evelyn felt a pang of guilt and sorrow, knowing that her departure was a source of such profound sadness for them.

As they neared the towering gates at the end of the path, Evelyn's breath hitched. The gates loomed ominously, a stark reminder of the beast that awaited her on the other side. The air grew colder, and the sounds of the villagers' cries seemed to fade into a haunting silence.

Evelyn's heart pounded as she took in the imposing figure that stood just beyond the gates. Though she couldn't see his face, she felt the intensity of his presence, a mixture of wrath and enigmatic allure. Lamorak the Enchanter awaited her, a creature of legend and fear, and her fate was now inexorably tied to his.

The gates began to open with a slow, creaking groan, and Evelyn's eyes widened as she took in the sight before her.

To be continued...

[theslasherslut]

Fate's unchosen bride

Chapter 1:

The Unexpected Invitation

Warning: nudity

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Amidst the vibrant hues of her pumpkin patch, Evelyn knelt with practiced ease, her hands shielded by worn gloves, and her apron a canvas of earthy stains. A solid black bandana wrapped her hair, preserving its fiery red strands from the soil as she tended to the vines with meticulous care. Her voice, soft and melodious, carried a hauntingly beautiful tune that mingled with the rustling leaves and the distant sounds of village life.

The tranquility shattered abruptly as armored figures approached, their presence casting a sudden shadow over the peaceful scene. Startled, Evelyn turned, tools slipping from her grasp in surprise, a look of confusion etching her features.

"Evelyn," one of the guards declared firmly, "by order of His Majesty, you are to come with us."

Her green eyes widened with uncertainty and fear as she processed the command, questions unspoken as she was instructed to follow without explanation.

Through the bustling streets of the village, villagers exchanged worried glances and murmured anxiously as they witnessed the unexpected procession. They arrived at the castle gates, where Evelyn was led through dimly lit corridors, each step taking her further from the familiarity of her humble abode.

At the dungeon's entrance, a heavy door groaned open, revealing the cold, damp confines within. Left alone in the eerie silence, Evelyn's thoughts raced, her heart echoing the uncertainty that gripped her.

A sympathetic maid entered quietly, the soft closing of the door offering a brief respite from the oppressive atmosphere. She moved with gentle purpose, offering reassurance with every gesture as she helped Evelyn change. The scent of ruby currant, gilded iris, and praline amber wafted through the air as Evelyn bathed, adding an unexpected layer of luxury to her confusion.

"I'm sorry for what's happening, Evelyn," the maid whispered softly, her voice a soothing melody amidst the chaos. "Please, stay calm."

"Why am I here?" Evelyn's voice trembled with confusion, fingers fidgeting nervously as she struggled to comprehend the sudden upheaval of her peaceful existence.

"I don't know," the maid replied with genuine sympathy. "They say you've been chosen. It's... it's the king's will."

As Evelyn stepped into the warm bath, relief mingled with anxiety, her thoughts racing faster than her heart. She submerged herself, letting the water wash away the dirt and tension, while the priest entered the chamber quietly.

The priest, a woman with a serene demeanor, approached with a delicate bar of soap, lathering it gently over Evelyn's skin. "You are chosen, dear child," she murmured, her voice carrying the weight of solemnity. "It is a great honor, bestowed upon you by the divine will."

Evelyn's brow furrowed, the steam enveloping her thoughts as she searched for clarity in the priest's words. "Chosen?" Her voice quivered, caught between disbelief and resignation. "To what end? What does this 'honor' entail?"

The priest's eyes softened with empathy, her hands pausing in their ministrations. "You are to be wed," she explained gently, nodding towards the wedding dress hanging in the open closet of the dungeon chamber. "To the Beast of the Wilds, a creature revered and feared by our people."

Fury ignited within Evelyn's chest, her breath quickening as she grasped the gravity of her predicament. "A beast?" Her voice cracked with indignation, fingers curling into fists as she struggled to contain the torrent of emotions. "I am not some sacrificial lamb to be offered up for the whims of a monster!"

The priest's expression remained placid, though sympathy shone in her eyes. "The Beast is more than mere legend," she continued softly. "He holds sway over those who dwell in the wilds, his cult spreading far and wide. Your union with him is believed to bring prosperity and peace to our lands."

Evelyn's anger surged, her defiance fueling each word. "Prosperity at what cost?" Her voice rose, echoing off the stone walls. "My freedom? My autonomy?" She rose from the bath, water cascading in rivulets down her trembling form.

The priest stepped back, hands clasped in quiet supplication. "I understand your anger, child," she murmured, her gaze fixed upon Evelyn with unwavering compassion. "But fate has woven its tapestry, and you are part of its design now."

As Evelyn moved to step out of the bath, determination flickered in her eyes, a plan forming amidst the turmoil. She lunged towards the exit, intent on escaping the fate that awaited her.

Before she could reach the door, however, a sudden wave of magic enveloped her, stopping her in her tracks. Invisible bonds restrained her, forcing her to kneel involuntarily before the priest and the guards who had entered in response to her attempted escape.

The dungeon chamber buzzed with murmurs of concern and indignation from the onlookers, though none dared to defy the King's decree. Evelyn's heart pounded with a mix of fear and defiance as she realized the futility of resistance.

The priest's voice cut through the tension, her tone a blend of sorrow and resolve. "It is done," she intoned solemnly, her gaze meeting Evelyn's with empathy. "You must accept your fate, for the Beast awaits."

Defeated, Evelyn slumped in her chair, her hands limply resting on her lap. The maid, a silent presence throughout, moved with delicate efficiency. She adjusted the plain, yet finely crafted dress upon Evelyn, its intricate details reflecting in the dim light of the dungeon. With a gentle touch, she styled Evelyn's hair into an elegant arrangement that framed her face with grace. Makeup was applied with precision, enhancing Evelyn's features with a touch of rouge and a hint of shimmering powder. The maid adorned Evelyn with jewelry fit for a bride—victorious diamonds twinkled from her ears and a delicate necklace adorned her neck.

"Okay, hun, it's time to go," the maid finally said softly, her voice breaking the silence that hung heavy in the air.

Evelyn stood before the mirror, her reflection stunning—hair coiffed, skin glowing with a touch of makeup, and eyes bright with unshed tears. She looked every bit the bride she might have wished to be on her wedding day, had it not been marred by betrayal and heartache.

Her jaw clenched, Evelyn's anger simmered beneath the surface as she was led by the guards through winding corridors to the grand hall where King Edward awaited. The heavy doors swung open, revealing the opulent surroundings and the imposing figure of the King seated upon his throne.

As Evelyn entered, her eyes met King Edward's with a mixture of defiance and resignation. Anger burned in her gaze, fueled by the injustice of her situation and the helplessness she felt. She had been chosen, not for love or honor, but as a sacrifice to a beast whose reputation haunted the kingdom.

[theslasherslut]

I have an idea for you if you accept it... Have you heard about Welcome Home? Well, there's Wally as well as Sunny Day Jack is the protagonist of a children's show, the only difference is that Wally is a factoche. Well it is if the reader finds Wally's tapes when he is with Jack. Now the poor reader has been teleported through the world of Welcome Home along with Jack, with Wally being a yandere for the reader as well, only Wally never releases the reader into the real world.

A/n: I tried on with the research with jack

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You have always been a fan of Welcome Home, a 1970s television series that featured nine neighbors living in a colorful neighborhood. You loved watching the reruns on your old VCR, and you collected all the merchandise you could find. You especially admired Wally Darling, the cheerful and friendly host who often interacted with the viewers. He was always so kind and charming, and you wished you could meet him in person.

One day, you found a mysterious VHS tape at a garage sale. It had no label, but it had a sticker that said "Welcome Home: The Lost Episode". You were curious and excited, thinking that it might be a rare and valuable find. You bought it for a dollar and rushed home to watch it.

You inserted the tape into your VCR and pressed play. The screen flickered and showed the familiar opening theme of Welcome Home. You smiled and hummed along, feeling nostalgic and happy. Then, the screen changed and showed Sunny Day Jack in his usual outfit: a shirt, black jeans, and a blue jacket. He was standing in front of Wally's house, which was painted in bright red.

"Hello there, friends!" he greeted with his trademark smile. "Welcome to another episode of Welcome Home! I'm your host, Sunny Day Jack, and I'm so glad you're here with me today. We have a lot of fun things planned for you, so sit back and enjoy the show!"

You felt a surge of joy as you saw him on the screen. He looked exactly as you remembered him, except for one thing: he seemed to be looking directly at you. His eyes were piercing and intense, as if he could see through the TV and into your soul like Wally would do in the tapes. 'Odd he never did this before,' you thought to yourself.

"Today is a very special day, friends," he continued. "Because today, I have a very special guest with me. A guest who is very dear to my heart. A guest who I've been waiting for a long time to meet. A guest who is none other than...you!"

You blinked in confusion and disbelief. Did he just say...you? Was he talking to you? How did he know you were watching? Was this some kind of prank or joke?

Before you could process what was happening, you felt a strange sensation in your body. It was like a jolt of electricity that ran through your veins, making you shiver and twitch. You tried to move, but you couldn't. You were paralyzed, unable to do anything but watch the screen.

"That's right, friends," Wally said with his cat-like grin, now view of the screen. "You are my special guest today. And we have a surprise for you. A surprise that will make you very happy. A surprise that will change your life forever."

He reached behind his back and pulled out something that looked like a remote control. He pressed a button on it, and the screen went black.

You felt another jolt of electricity in your body, but this time it was stronger and more painful. You screamed, but no one heard you. You felt like you were being torn apart, like your atoms were being rearranged.

Then, everything went dark.

When you opened your eyes again, you found yourself in a different place. A place that looked familiar, but also different. A place that looked like...Welcome Home.

You were standing in front of Wally's house, surrounded by colorful flowers and trees. The sky was blue and clear, and the sun was shining brightly. You could hear birds chirping and the other puppets laughing in the distance, maybe at a joke, Barnaby mabe or the game that they were playing. But you couldn't focus on that. After all, you weren't in your world.

You looked around in awe and confusion. How did you get here? Was this real? Was this a dream?

"Hello there, apple!" a monotone voice said behind you.

You turned around and saw Wally Darling standing next to you. He was holding your hand, smiling warmly at you.

"Welcome to my world," he said. "Welcome to Welcome Home."

He leaned in and kissed you on the cheek.

You felt a mix of emotions: shock, fear, disgust, anger, curiosity, attraction.

You tried to pull away from him, but he held you tight.

"Don't be afraid," Jack said softly in your ear. "I won't hurt you. We love you."

Jack kissed you this time.

You wanted to scream, but you couldn't.

You wanted to run away, but you couldn't.

You wanted to wake up, but you couldn't.

You were trapped.

Trapped with Sunny Day Jack and Wally Darling.

Trapped in Welcome Home.

Trapped forever.

[theslasherslut]

Please part 2

https://www.tumblr.com/theslasherslut/724582120715059200/i-had-an-idea-and-it-changed-roles-where-yandere?source=share

The Fabric Mistake - Part 2

A/n: Sorry I didn't post this earlier. I have school

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You woke up with a throbbing headache and a blurry vision. You tried to move, but you felt something restraining your arms and legs. You looked down and saw that you were tied to a bed with ropes. You felt a surge of panic and fear. Where were you? What was happening?

You tried to remember what happened before you blacked out. You recalled meeting Wally Darling, a human who seemed friendly and kind. He said he was a fan of your show, Welcome Home, and that he wanted to take you to his house to 'show' you something. He said he had puppets just like you at home.

You agreed to go with him, thinking he was harmless and maybe even a potential friend. You followed him to his car, which was parked outside the studio where you worked. He opened the door for you and helped you get in. He smiled at you and said he was glad to have met you.

You smiled back, feeling flattered and curious. You wondered what kind of puppets he had at home. Maybe they were like your friends from home, or maybe they were different and unique. You hoped they would be nice and welcoming.

You buckled your seatbelt and looked out the window as Wally started the car. He drove through the city, which looked familiar but different from the one you knew from your dimension. You saw tall buildings, bright lights, and busy streets. You felt a mix of awe and confusion.

Wally noticed your expression and chuckled. "You like it?" he asked. "This is my city. It's not as colorful or cheerful as yours, but it has its own charm."

You nodded, trying to be polite. You didn't really like his city. It seemed cold and dull compared to yours. You missed your home, where everything was made of fabric and felt soft and warm.

Wally continued to talk as he drove. He told you about his life, his job, his hobbies. He said he loved puppets ever since he was a kid, and that he collected them from all over the world. He said he watched your show every day, and that he was your biggest fan.

You listened to him, feeling flattered but also uneasy. He seemed too obsessed with puppets, especially with you. He kept complimenting you on your appearance, your voice, your personality. He said you were perfect, beautiful, adorable.

You thanked him for his kind words, but you also felt uncomfortable. You didn't know him well enough to receive such praise. You barely knew anything about him, except that he was a human who loved puppets.

You wondered how long it would take to get to his house. You hoped it wouldn't be too far away. You wanted to see his puppets, but you also wanted to get back to your portal as soon as possible. You had things to do tomorrow, and you didn't want to miss it.

You looked at the clock on the dashboard and saw that it was getting late. It was already past nine o'clock at night. You felt tired and sleepy.

"Hey, are we there yet?" you asked Wally.

He smiled and nodded. "Almost there," he said. "Just a few more minutes."

He turned left at an intersection and drove into a quiet neighborhood. You felt a bit more relaxed. The neighborhood looked nice and safe. There were rows of houses with well-kept lawns and gardens.

"Where are we going?" you asked curiously.

Wally smiled and pointed to a house on the right. "That's my house," he said proudly. "It's not much, but it's cozy and comfortable."

You looked at his house and felt a pang of dread. His house looked old and creepy. It had a bright red paint, a blue roof, and a cracked driveway. The windows were covered with curtains, blocking any view inside.

You wondered why he chose such a house. It didn't match his personality or his city. It looked like it belonged to another era.

He parked the car in front of his house and got out.

He opened your door and reached for your seatbelt.

"Come on," he said softly. "Let's go inside."

He unbuckled your seatbelt and lifted you up in his arms.

You felt his grip tighten around your body.

You felt scared and helpless.

You wanted to scream, but you couldn't.

He carried you into his house.

He locked the door behind him.

He took you to his house.

He took you to his hell.

[theslasherslut]

I had an idea and it changed roles, where Yandere Wally was the human and the reader was the sentient puppet. Well in this case the reader accidentally took the human wally to his world and now he's trying to take him back to his real home, but that didn't count....

The fabric mistake

Ww: Mention of kidnapping and a little bit of obsession

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Y/N had always been curious about the human world. She was a puppet, a sentient being made of fabric and stuffing, living in a world where humans were rare and feared. She had heard stories of the human world from her grandfather, who had once visited it through a portal. She had seen pictures of the human world in books and magazines, but she wanted to see it for herself.

One day, she found a portal in the basement of her grandfather's house. It was hidden behind a bookshelf, covered with dust and cobwebs. She decided to sneak in, hoping to catch a glimpse of the human world. She grabbed her backpack and her favorite hat, and stepped through the portal.

She emerged in a dark alley, surrounded by tall buildings and trash cans. She felt a rush of excitement and fear. She had never seen anything like this before. She looked around, trying to find a way out of the alley. She saw a sign that said "Welcome Home". She wondered what it meant.

She followed the sign, hoping to find someone who could help her. She walked out of the alley and into a busy street, full of cars and people. She felt overwhelmed by the noise and the crowd. She tried to blend in, but she knew she stood out. She was a puppet, after all.

She saw a store that sold puppets. She thought maybe she could find some friends there. She entered the store, hoping to find some puppets like her. She had a soft and fluffy body, made of pink fabric and white stuffing. She had big and bright eyes, a small nose, and a cute mouth. She wore a blue hat with a flower on it, and a backpack with some essentials. She looked around the store, but she was disappointed. The puppets in the store were not alive. They were just toys, hanging from strings or sitting on shelves. They had no eyes or mouths or expressions. They were lifeless.

She felt sad and lonely. She wished she had never come to this world. She wanted to go back home. She turned around and walked out of the store.

But as she did, she caught the eye of someone who was watching her from across the street.

It was Wally Darling.

Wally Darling was a young and handsome human who was obsessed with puppets. He loved everything about them: their colors, their shapes, their movements, their voices. He collected puppets from all over the world, and kept them in his house, which he called Home.

Wally Darling had seen Y/N enter the puppet store. He had been intrigued by her appearance. He had never seen a puppet like her before. She looked so real, so alive, so cute.

Wally Darling wanted her.

He wanted to make her his own.

He wanted to keep her as his personal toy.

He crossed the street and followed her.

"Hey there," Wally Darling said, catching up with her. "You're new here, aren't you?"

Y/N turned around and saw Wally Darling smiling at her. She felt nervous and scared. She didn't know who this human was or what he wanted from her.

"Uh... yeah," Y/N said, trying to sound casual.

"What's your name?" Wally Darling asked.

"I'm... I'm..." Y/N hesitated.

She didn't want to tell him her name. She didn't want to talk to him at all. She wanted to get away from him.

But before she could say anything else, Wally Darling grabbed her hand and pulled her closer.

"Come on," Wally Darling said. "I'll show you around."

He dragged her along the street, ignoring her protests and struggles.

"Where are you taking me?" Y/N asked, frightened.

"To my place," Wally Darling said. "You'll love it there."

He smiled wickedly.

"It's full of puppets like you."