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HII!! Do you take requests on here?? I also see you do the price of flesh on here, so you know, i would like to send a request to you do it’s alright with you and if you do what will you take in requests and what you will not take in requests to.
thank youu<33
😯💖💖 Greetings!!! Hello to you too! (YESS TPOF) And sure! I'd love to take in a request!! (Never has anyone asked me before so this is a huge pleasant shock) :-D I write anything and everything (so long as to please your guilty pleasures!☺) except for paedophilia, animal abuse related stuff, disrespecting religions (unless its a fictional one), and scat(😭Very sorry at the moment, it's not discomfort, I'm just trying to figure out in what scenarios-- this kink would work, dont worry I'll do research if needed!!!)
🙏🏻Please understand as much as I love to experiment, write and please my fellow readers' fantasies, I am still not a professional yet!! So if my writing is lacking, I am very sorry 🙏🏻 but thank you very much for asking!!!
- T
🥺I wrote the first chapter!! TPOF Derek x reader ♡ Bless yall
The Moon rises from the west. Artwork💖😗
I changed the sun to the moon ♡ from the idiom "The sun rises in the west" — Meaning, people say this when they don't expect something to happen.
But it can also be used when suddenly everything you know, changes! Like when a friend you know who never exercises, starts exercising— You can say "Oh my god, did the sun rise from the west today"
Or I'm making stuff up🤷♀️😗💖 Bless yall!!!
#foreshadowing ♡♡♡ while writing a story
😩Wrote this while happy/sad ♡ Derek x G.N reader (A sweet moment) TPOF SPOILER. Bless yall!
▪︎Warnings: Cuteness, Derek comes home from a long day, Gender neutral reader.
Word count: 625 words ♡12.6.22 early in the morning ♡
You got up fast, ears perking up at the sound of rushed footsteps. It's him. He's home.
Derek came back in a raggedy state unlike his normally composed appearance of slicked-back blonde hair and his wrinkle-free suit.
This time he looked tired and messy, barely clicking the door shut or sparing you a glance, his red tie loosely hanging sideways and his cufflinks were folded up his arms.
Looking at him you couldn't help but feel a bit sympathetic, besides, who doesn't have bad days?
All of a sudden he plopped himself on 'your' bed, startling you with a gruff laugh. "You're probably thinking of running out, try it. I'll make you cry tenfold." His threats weren't just empty though it didnt scare you as you'd think. It was clear that he was on edge from. . . Something.
Slowly you spoke carefully, and knowing he was listening intently, your voice softened nearing the end, "I'm not thinking of escaping this place. . . I wouldn't leave you."
"Afterall, I'm... your property." You said confidently with such conviction, you sounded entirely convincing and convinced of that label, at this point maybe you were already brainwashed but you had little to complain about it.
Derek blinked clearly surprised, then looked sideways at you in mixed equal amusement and satisfaction. His blue eyes glowing a vibrant sea-green against warm skin in the orangey rays of sunlight from the half-closed curtains.
If you were to die right now, you'd have accepted that fate after witnessing a beautiful sight.
Your throat dried and closed up.
The ocean was staring into you deeply and intensely, its unpredictable waves were calm and sparkling at this very moment. You wished this moment would last a while longer; wishing to believe that you and him were just two people sharing their company to each other, omitting any circumstances.
Derek almost seemed compelled to keep staring at you widely before in a split second his signature smirk reveals itself as he glances off, a dusky shade pinching at his cheeks though it could've been your imagination— You'd think he was blushing if not for the sun shinning in his face.
The view of the sunset infront beyond the glass veils took the spotlight away from the moment you were having with him. It took a few minutes, or at least that's the amount of time that you thought had passed by before you heard a deep breath being taken in by him. Then came a response that unexpectedly delighted your heart.
"You're not so dumb," he finally says after what felt like a long pause.
He fully turned his head away from you though not moving away entirely, his body-heat radiating across to you from the small distance inbetween. And silence has never been sweeter, you smiled slightly at the growing warmth in your chest, breathing in the cool air mingling with hints of expensive cologne.
Knowing there couldn't be a next time as things would just go back to the usual routine of waiting around for him to return and enduring his painful out lashings. You enjoyed the moment with him.
So if this was the closest thing you could get to human touch. So be it. He's using you and you are using him. There's nothing more to it, you surely thought to yourself as you felt your eyelids weighing more and more and until you drifted off, falling sideways onto something warm and firm, you felt a light slap on your cheek before blacking out in exhaustion to the sound of a deep chuckle.
"Sleep tight, pet."
Strangely you didn't hate it, hearing his voice lowering to a whisper in almost consideration. A small part of you slightly wanted to listen more. . . As darkness took over too soon.
I wrote this jokingly 😉TPOF spoilers, Machete x reader- Sucker ending
▪︎ Warning: Oral technically, death, machete being machete, gender neutral reader, desperation. Word count: 1474. - 10th june 2022
You were slowly dehydrated. Oh that wasn't all.
Throat painfully parched when swallowing, grimness all over your skin, the air was unbearably hot and humid as the morning sun, there barely any strength left in you as you continued huffing and running, probably looking like a fish out of water, across the desert sand.
Blindly going in any direction for cover, to survive, to escape, to find a place to hide; from them. The hunters.
You've been lucky so far while waiting it out in the fissure, cooling yourself down, doing breathing exercises that did little to help but distracted you at least. Everything was going to be fine. So you hoped until nearby, a bone chilling scream ripped through the peaceful silence, closely followed by a man's rugged laugh.
Squeezing your eyes shut to the world and noises of struggles, you felt yourself shaking. 'I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry–' the only mantra you recited over and over in soft breaths, a crushing guilt weighing in your heart at the fact you didn't do anything.
'You knew you could've save someone, instead you chose to be a coward': said the furious voice inside. You chose to unhear it, automatically blaming yourself for everything that happens was just going to chip away at your sanity— so you willingly became a coward. Surviving suddenly became a top priority.
You stayed a little longer in a fetal position, long enough to see the sky dyed orangery with trails of yellow and red. Not knowing the screams had stopped at some point in time, the footsteps too. Yet you still hear it from time to time on repeat in your head.
One prey down, meaning including you, 3 was left. Mentally speaking, with each passing heart beat, hour or minute or however much time had passed by, you practically could feel your luck was running out.
In trying to get up to check whether you were truly alone, you fell accidentally onto your butt from your knees buckling. Hah. Is this how a heatstroke feels like? A grimaced smile appeared on your face as you stifled a laugh, It was morbidly comedic in a way.
From the dusty sand beneath your fingertips, the cooling breezes whipping by, and the pulsating dryness in your chest, dried sweat on your forehead. Reality couldn't feel any more realer as you stared into the setting sun.
Nothing felt real to you in that moment. A small blessing.
The outdoors was never an option you'd consider, too terrifying to imagine even camping; the unpredictability of nature and many dangers of the wilderness, the idea of not being alone in the middle of anywhere unsettled you to no ends— noisy bugs and critters at night, no doubt waiting to crawl inside your safety tent when left unguarded— those thoughts made fear rush through your blood that would've kept you up from enjoying any activities.
It wasn't just a preference to stay within your comfort zone in a cozy air-conditioned office or to spend your vacation days lazing inside with some books and family bonding, this introverted lifestyle chose you and you couldn't dare imagine it changing… But sometimes, a cruel part of yourself lets your mind wander off to the "what if?" scenarios— a torture to think about, an absolute nightmare.
Though running for your life in the desert, legs heavy, burning feet digging in the sand and dirt for leverage, there was no denying you were having a nightmare right now. Then you just need to wake up.
Simple.
Impossible, in your current exhausted condition, it's not as if you had any choice as you woke up less clothed than the night before, being auctioned off like an object in the dark then waking up once again in the worst place possible. The desert.
Ever since you were little you never liked the heat, to be fair that wasn't the only thing you disliked. Somewhat of a personal vendetta against the sun and anything related to the outside world.
You couldn't help it, comfort had been your priority, always. Maybe you've been spoiled for far too long.
Involuntarily you shivered, whether from the gut wrenching hunger or thirst, all sensations within your body blurred together. And in another moment, you realized at the same time as the icey-chill seeping into your bones, it was already night. Though looking around, no one was in sight, it wouldn't be wise to stick around one area.
With that in mind, you groggily got up, arms cramping, thankful your appetite had disappeared and your entire focus shifted to making it across to the camp site where it all started. Surely there should be some water and food stored if the hunters bothered setting up a shelter, right?
Your mouth salivated at the thought and a drool slipped past the corner of your dry lips before you hurriedly sucked it back into your mouth, desperate not to lose anymore moisture. This strengthened your resolve to push through the dark and sneak
right into the empty campsite despite the crepting fear of being caught slowing down your pace.
It didn't matter to you anymore the second you entered the ring of campfires light, basking in the warmth unfreezing your entire shivering body and reviving inside you, a new hope.
Your head felt clearer than ever and with a stronger hold onto what's left of your sanity, you objectively went to finding something to drink; scrambling through the opened wooden boxes, digging past rolls of rope that left scratchy souvenirs on your hands, unbranded bottles of alcohol and beers that seemed untouched.
Hurry, hurry, find it. Time was tiking and you felt watched by the shadows around you, even your own, casted by the campfire ominously. Where was it?! Water. Water. Wa. . .
A rustling of the tent fabric emgered in the precipice of your vision, and instinctively you ceased all actions immediately. Like a frightened animal, flight was your very first response. That slight movement startling you backwards and made you tripped over your own feet pathetically. Falling onto the cold sand on your side, the awkward angle numbing your arm in crushing pain.
"You won't be able to run." The plain masked man said, no, stated it like a set truth.
It probably was when your state was a heaving tired animal, maybe it was best to surender. . . You saw how cleanly he chopped a head off, it guaranteed a painless death, and so you turned slowly in his direction. And shakily looking up, saw him.
Machete. The only hunter without an animalistic themed mask, a blank slate covering his entire face.
His nickname was fitting, considering that his weapon is a machete, the very one he used to demonstrate his bloodlust at the beginning of the hunt. You'll never be able to forget that silver glint shinning in pure sunlight before severing a poor girl's head clean in the middle of the other hunters' 'fun,' disrupting them from further indulgence.
And when you made eye contact, the bright moon shone behind him, and that predatory look in his almond eyes drove you crazy right there and then. A burning hatred in them, starving and . Warming your cheeks as you closed your thighs subconsciously, the fluttering in your chest grew too much beyond a deafending amount. The feeling way too familiar for you not to recognize the signs.
Damn it. You just had to get a crush in the worst timing, in the worst situation in the history of your life.
He gave you nothing more than blank stares, then a finale look over before dragging his weapon over to you. The game of cat and mouse was over. You were dead meat, literally if you don't do something.
"P—please! I'll even su—suck your dick," you yelled out clinging to his pants, half in frustration and pleading. "I—I want to live." You became a blabbering mess, puffy swollen eyes and helpless tears and hiccups.
For the sake of self preservation, in that close second you experienced to death's door your brain folding into itself panicking to come up with a solution. Sell yourself. Whatever it takes to stay alive. Your body was useful.
Something in that weak plea of yours must've worked since the masked man stopped dead in his tracks, body language almost shocked at your desperation on display. You took it as a good sign and with the strength of adrenaline in you, you fiercely tugged and pulled down the side of his pants till his mid-thighs were exposed while he was still frozen, revealing the flaccid of what you wanted in the moonlight.
The shock must've wore off of him when you saw his large rough hand try to grab your head. "Sto—"
But you were quicker, faster than he expected as you blindly latched onto his penis like a starving leech, stuffing your mouth full of him. Mouth stuck to him, breathing finely though your nose while vacuum-sealling his fate.
In hindsight you really should've offered your own body instead of forcing yourself onto him— maybe that would've changed his mind.
The last thing you heard before seeing the g the sky upside down was a raggedy exhale of pleasure. ". . . For your sake, it's better this way."
-The End: You died(Joke Ending): You sucked-
😭🙏🏻 Wrote this for fun- Only prologue available to read so far! Bless yall, TPOF COMMUNITY WOO
😤💖 I spent 2 days straight (doing the smart/lazy method) watching tpof youtube videos and observing Derek's behavior with characters and his actions... Yalll, he is actually the most giving out of the 3 captors... #tpof spoiler, think of the action!!! Also Loveee the writing in the game, I kept being mesmerized by how immersive and amazing the pacing was!! ☺😅 I'll try to keep writing!! >:D Remember guys, this is just kinda headcanon stuff, Just a guilty pleasure story so sit tight anddddd I hope yall enjoy!!
linlinLavender Fanart
As a new fan /Lavender student of this amazing Japanese teacher/fellow otome game lover :-D on youtube♡♡♡ I wanted to make some fanart!! Took a total of 4 hours and 20 minutes to complete!!!
App used: Ibispaint, on my samsung tablet ♡♡♡
check out her lovely channel!!! LinLinLavender, For otome game reviews and japanese learning lives and more!!!
Say so bumrese song cover - free assets
Free Assets from this video https://youtu.be/KWri170O0lM
Asthetic feet that I drew
Here is the free png photos!!! If you'd like!! ☆☆ check out my youtube as well!!!
