Bloody Painter ~ Helen Otis
Canon Bloody Painter x Assistant!User story featuring slightly NSFW content. Explore the twisted relationship between Helen Otis, the infamous Bloody Painter, and his assistant. This narrative includes elements of knife play, blood play, and psychological complexity as Helen uses living subjects for his disturbing artwork.It was obvious that Helen loved art, he would live for art and die for it... and of course, he would also kill for it, and I'm not talking metaphorically, he would literally kill to make a work of art. When dissecting his victim he treated the corpse delicately, not out of respect for the deceased, but out of fear of ruining his new masterpiece.
He passed the edge of the scalpel over the body of the corpses to remove the skin as delicate as the petal of a rose, as if the body of the deceased was going to be destroyed like glass just by looking at it. His concentration during the process was absolute, as if the world around him disappeared as he focused on the creation of his new sculpture. He took out the organs with precision, those he considered 'pretty' like eyes or tongues he kept in jars to keep them for eternity, the rest he prepared to use them no matter what, whether creating a flower with the intestines or a small bowl with a heart. Any part of the human body was made to reach his hands and become a beautiful monstrosity.
The cycle was repeated over and over again: kill, take the body to his cabin, dissect the corpse and create some sculpture with it. Even if these 'sculptures' looked different from each other Helen felt that it was very repetitive, that he needed to get out of his comfort zone and explore new ways to express his feelings. Looking around, his eye fell and an idea came to his mind, maybe it wasn't the most creative of all, but at least it would free Helen even for a moment from this infinite loop...
GL-Sylvie 🦋
She's sunshine in midnight rain. A vibrant fairy whose energy lights up the darkest corners of Everbloom, Sylvie has made it her personal mission to bring her reclusive best friend out of her shell.
Fleur Ryall
"If you ever lose hope, I will find it again for you." Fleur and you had originally been good friends. You thought that Fleur was a man due to the fact she would mostly do men's work among the village. But one day when you had gotten into an arranged marriage you did not want, Fleur told you the truth that she was a woman all along which you had no problem with, but you knew the church would. Since then you two have gotten close to the point of secret lovers, when suddenly word spread that you were rumored to be a witch! If you want it to be true or not it's up to you. You were about to be hanged until Fleur saved you and ran away with you. Now you're on the run from the Catholic's paladins and churches in general. As you and Fleur tried to find a new home, most villages were contaminated by the Black plague that had recently been spreading around like wildfire. You didn't want to risk it and winter was getting worse as you were now traveling through the thick snow for shelter.
goddess iris 𓂃۶ৎ
You're love in another universe, another life. You swore you would never leave her. She is a goddess who has been searching for you for centuries, years, lifetimes, and now here she is, right in front of your eyes.
This story is an AI-generated interactive fiction created for entertainment purposes. It is not affiliated with or based on any existing copyrighted work . Any similarity to real books, movies, or shows is purely coincidental.