An experimen with horror genre. It supposed to be a gif animation, but for some odd reason tumbls breaks it despite my every effort. So, after a couple of frustrating hours, I desided to simply post two variations of this art: with and without the horror reflections. The second version will be bellow the cut.
Imagine your rival or villainous F/O grabbing you by the collar and throwing you to the ground. They stand over you with a smirk and put their foot on your chest.
They won’t let you up until you admit they defeated you, and tell them that you are theirs.
Villain f/os being sweet and soft towards you is great and all, but what about those villain f/os who you know would hurt you?
CW: dark, abusive
The ones who do experiments on you telling you “its for your own good”
Their saccharine sweet voice promising that everything will be okay as they stroke gently across your cheek with that wicked grin they’re known to have, kissing you through the pain
It’ll all be okay, the promise, it’ll all be perfect, YOU will be perfect. You’ve been so good for them already, surely you can be good a little longer?
Or maybe they like the way you scream when they hurt you, your pain is hwat they love most about you and though you are in agony even you can recognize how fondly and lovingly they look at your scars in the aftermath of it all
Why do they follow the proship tag if they hate it so much
Went and read parasect’s full message. Why are they so, SO incredibly awful?
I don’t normally condone mass reporting someone but like, gosh… They’re a cognitohazard…
–🎀💖
For real I mean I made a joke about it because I think it’s kinda sad/pathetic/funny that they stalk the tag but
I cannot fathom commenting on stranger’s posts telling them to slit their throat. Like even “kys”, i can see how some people just try to be edgy and comment that
But parasect is so violent and specific it’s genuinely worrying
You are so right, it is the level of violence and specificity… I will be honest parasect kind of genuinely scares me (🎀💖) like I worry they might hurt someone if they knew someone irl who was proship…
All around Kamukura was bloodshed. Corpses littered the streets as laughter and screams echoed in the alleys and from shattered windows. Manic, hideous laughter that mingled with the hideous sight of gore and flame.
He watched it dispassionately as the flames twisted and turned, walking through what felt like a river of blood. Buildings twisted unnaturally before crumbling and cascading to the ground with loud rumbles of stone and metal slamming down.
The world was over. And lording high above it was a silhouette of a pigtailed girl with arms outstretched, eclipsing even the sun. He looked up at her, something stirring deep inside.
Emotions, what he thought was long dead. Awe, Hatred, Interest.
Fear. His hand went to his chest to feel the thudding of his heartbeat as a frown crossed his face.
Unusual.
Even more unusual were the strings of blood that stretched and dripped from his hand as he pulled it away. Looking down, he saw his chest opened and his heart gone from the cavity within.
Blood pooled at the ground beneath his feet as his brow furrowed even more. Somehow he could still hear the heartbeat.
A smile crossed the massive shade of Junko Enoshima’s face as a hand reached from the sky towards Kamukura as he stood frozen in confused horror….
Only to feel the warmth of lips upon his, a kiss. And not from the shade above…but a warm presence before him. A warm presence that pulled Hajime Hinata from the depths of sleep, and into the bleary light.
As he blinked the bleariness away, he became aware of the lips against his, as a freckled face resolved into view.
Fuyuhiko broke the kiss, wiping his am over his mouth with a leer. He had his bad eye closed, not yet having put on the eyepatch he often wore, and looked down at Hajime with his good eye.
“you were having a fucking nightmare again,” he snapped. “woke me up with all your babbling, too.”
His expression softened, as he put a hand on Hajime’s chest. “Thought I’d do you a favor and wake you up too.”
The both of you are dressed up in lovely or handsome party outfits and all around you are a buzz of glamorous people all chatting and trying to impress one another. There’s music, drinks, and dancing.
Maybe you’re having a wonderful time, or maybe you or your F/O are a little bored, but either way, you’re both shaken when the party is suddenly and violently interrupted by a masked gang armed with weapons.
The chatter of the guests turns to screams as the attackers start to take hostages and make demands. To your surprise, and perhaps terror, you’re grabbed by one of them.
That’s when your F/O springs into action, grabbing the nearest makeshift weapon, or perhaps a sword from off of the wall, ready to fight for your life and your honor.
