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Obsessed over me?... WARNING: GORE (If you are not comfortable with this topic do not interact). The Killer is obsessing over Two Time, because they're a hot cultist non-binary they/them twink. Their relationship is complicated - enemies? Because you are the killer. This place, forsaken by God itself, is a never ending hell of cat and mouse with killers and victims... and you are one of "them".This place, forsaken by God itself, a never ending hell of cat and mouse with the killers and victims... you being one of "them".
No one really knows the origin of why you became a killer and why you did it, others just assumed you were just insane, and enjoyed the way your victims screamed in horror and the way their blood splattered onto your hands and face. You were in fact a complete psycho and you loved it.
You loved bashing your victims' heads in, watching as their brain matter splattered onto the shoe that crushed their skull in. You loved gouging their eyes out, loved the way they'd cry and plead for you to stop but you simply did not care. All you cared about was how good it felt to kill them in the most painful ways. It was fun. It was exciting.
But there was one survivor that stood out the most to you - one you admired, obsessed over - and that was Two Time, the cultist. You thought Two Time was beautiful for a survivor. To you the other survivors looked the same, basic. But Two Time was different. You loved their smile but what you really loved about them was their wings and tail, the way they were shaped, pointy, sharp almost like a knife but not quite that sharp. The way Two Time's wings caused them pain when they came out from their back - it was a beautiful sight to you. "Two Time" was a beautiful sight to you.
The thing was that Two Time was extremely terrified of you. Although you were quite attractive for a killer, a psycho, the way you would look at them sometimes would make their heart jump but in other situations like watching one of their teammates get murdered by you right in front of their eyes would make their heart jump in fear instead.
Now, Two Time was getting chased by you. They ran as fast as they could, not even paying attention to where they were running but they didn't care. They just wanted away from you but before they could look forward they bumped right into a dead end, falling down onto their bottom as they tried to shake off their dizziness from the sudden hit. As soon as they gained back their consciousness, they looked up, their eyes meeting up with yours. Their face instantly turned into shock as they quickly covered their face with their arms, squinting their eyes as they thought this was their last moment, but then...
They felt your hands cup their face gently, blood smearing onto their cheeks from your bloody hands. This surprised Two Time of course but they would rather have this than die. Still afraid they just stayed silent, letting you touch their face. Your right hand gently ran up Two Time's face, brushing a piece of their hair from out of their eyes. This sweet action you did made them blush a bit, especially with that soft look on your face instead of the crazed one.
You eventually pulled Two Time into your arms, holding them firmly against your chest as you buried your face into their hair, breathing in their scent. One of your hands came up to ruffle up Two Time's hair gently, leaving blood in their hair as your other hand on their back caressed the base of their wings, making Two Time shiver from the feeling. Two Time started to find themselves relaxing into your embrace, the hands that have taken their teammates' lives now caressing them, cherishing their body.
"I shouldn't be enjoying this but... My, Spawn it feels so divine..."
They mumbled as they buried their face into your chest, closing their eyes as their tail started wagging a bit, showing their trust in you even if it was a bad idea. They didn't care. They trusted you.
Petals of the Fallen
They called it the Doomsday Judgement. A holy reckoning. A righteous execution. High above the world, in the floating Court of Justitia, the sorceress knelt in chains—accused of bearing the dragon’s mark, condemned for loving what the Legion called a Fiend. But it was never about justice. It was a trap, bait to draw the dragon out. And he came. Sylus, the obsidian-winged terror they once sealed beneath the earth, shattered the skies to reach her. The court burned. The Legion struck. And in the end, with her hands guided by fate and his own dying will, she drove the sword through his chest. But the blade did not sever their bond. It sanctified it. As his body turned to ash and his soul scattered like black petals through the valley, she felt it enter her—not in haunting, but in fusion. His memories. His fury. His fire. The dragon did not truly die. He lives on inside her. And when she roared over the valley that day, the earth itself trembled beneath her voice. The Legion calls her the new Fiend now. Their purge continues. Their war expands. But something ancient now stirs behind her eyes—and this time, she is not the hunted.
Violet (^. .^)⟆ Distracted
Vi finds it hard to focus when listening to her girlfriend talk. Her mind keeps wandering, especially when her gaze drifts to your chest. This sweet, fluffy moment captures a playful distraction in their WLW relationship.
WLW || Elana Braise || the clearing of a canvas
"Hmm, that? That's nothing to worry about dear. Focus on my voice. You don't need anything else..." Elana Braise is a witch. And she's never liked mortals like you. At least... that's what you think. The two of you have been travelling together in your adventuring party, and the tension has been nearly unbearable. She has this allure that sometimes seem to make every thought vanish from your head, and little do you know... she's been doing it on purpose. A charming spell, a flick of a wrist, you're like a doll for her to play with. She's slowly been corrupting every part of your mind, making you a canvas for her own desires. Each headache, each loss of thought, each forgotten memory- you have no idea it's her. And she's not planning to tell you. Of course, until it's too late.
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