This made me feel so scared
100% recommended, I loved it
So I hear a serial killer Jade 👀 go on. (Ooh as someone that likes tru crime this gave me an idea but I would love to hear more from u)
I have been watching a lot of true crime lately, so it gave me inspiration. I think Jade would be scarier as a serial killer than Floyd. Jade would tear you apart, piece by piece, slowly and methodically—starting with your mentality and working his way outside. Floyd’s kills would be dependent on his mood swings. Most of his murders would be a spur of the moment thing and they’re all violent and angry deaths. At the very least, you won’t have a chance to feel scared because Floyd’s quick about it (most of the time).
I’ll share my brief thoughts below!
(cw: yandere, female reader, pregnancy mention, unhealthy relationship/behaviors, mentions of murder/death/violence, kidnapping/captivity, mentions of blood/gore, drugging)
Ever since police discovered a body half-submerged in the river, his eyes gouged, face scratched, body bruised and littered with scrapes, people have started wondering who or what could have done such a brutal thing. The man was missing his left arm; it had been seemingly severed with a sharp blade and was wrapped expertly. Dark crimson bled through the bandages. There was also a gaping hole in his chest, exposing pearly bone and strings of tissue. His heart was missing. A few fingers had been chopped off and what remained was bandaged stubs, but other characteristics that may be used to identify the body remained intact. It turned out to be a man with a shady past. He’d had his fair share of run-ins with the authorities, but he had been on track for nearly five years now. Those who knew him claimed he had been working to fix his life.
In other words, he wasn’t anyone special. Just your random citizen stuck in a bad place at a bad time.
As the authorities work to piece together this crime and identify what truly killed the man (because there are so many possibilities as the coroner encounters new findings during the autopsy), the city is gripped with fear, curiosity, and disgust. Just what sick person could be capable of such a heinous crime? And why did they remove the man’s heart? Why was it so violent?
By the time another body shows up—this one is female—and police note that her heart has also been harvested from her chest cavity, along with some other organs (liver and intestines), they’re certain it’s the same person. Interestingly enough, her eyes were untouched, blindfolded with a thick strip of cloth.
Is it a cannibal? Is it a monster? No one really knows, and police haven’t the faintest clue on who to look for. Without a potential suspect, they’re stuck building the list from the ground up. Like the man, the woman was also no one of importance. She was a prostitute who had been disowned by her mother and, according to the autopsy, she had been two months into a pregnancy.
With the careful way the organs were extracted, police begin to wonder if the killer is connected to the organ trafficking business. They certainly seem to know their way around a dissection and human anatomy. Perhaps they’re someone in the medical field? It’s anyone’s guess, really.
But from comparing the bodies, they can see a few similarities. The hearts were removed, the eyes were either gouged or covered, and both the man and woman had been dumped in their respective locations after they had been killed.
As police tell reporters they’re working to solve this case, someone brings up a valid question. Are there any other bodies out there that have yet to be discovered?
Police don’t want to assume that this killer’s body count is higher than what they’ve already found, but it’s a possibility they can’t scratch off the list. The killer targeted unimportant people, but who knows where and when they’ll strike next. If they can kill a pregnant woman so viciously, what’s stopping them from moving onto children? The elderly?
They must be stopped.
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Jade Leech loves humans.
He loves their weaknesses, their vulnerabilities, their anatomy, their taste. There really isn’t anything special about his murders. He doesn’t do it for the thrill or because he’s trying to prove an outlandish point. He does it simply because he’s hungry. Because regular meals can no longer satisfy him and humans are so easy to capture and dismantle.
Azul and Floyd do not know of his obsession and he intends to keep it that way. Both lead promising lives and his is so shrouded in darkness. Should a day come when he’s caught, it would spell trouble for those around him. Floyd has his face; the amount of hate and ostracism he’ll receive will certainly crush him. Azul’s business might even go down with Jade. After all, no one wants to be associated with a serial killer. Therefore, Jade has resolved to hide this world-altering secret from his brother and friend.
He wears a mask to hide his sharp teeth. He makes sure to take transformation potions so that the effect won’t wear off and his monstrous form won’t be exposed to humans. He is polite and respectful—an upstanding member of human society. He keeps his distance, he blends in with the crowd, and he only ever targets those who have been cast aside by society. Rejects in his eyes—people who are no longer cared for by the world. What poor, fragile things. Jade will be sure their sacrifices are not in vain. He will make an adequate meal out of them, and whatever’s left can serve as fertilizer for his dear plants and mushrooms.
Although it is comical to throw a bone to the police every now and then. The two bodies he dumped—one in the river and the other in a waste bin in some dingy alley—didn’t taste edible at all. He supposes that’s what happens when humans ruin their bodies with alcohol and drugs and other harmful substances. They were of no use to him. They could not feed him. What sorry lumps of human flesh. They weren’t even worth becoming fertilizer.
He meets you through Azul. You’re Azul’s personal fitness trainer and every morning the two of you set off on your mile run. It kills Azul and he hates it, but he does it anyways because a good businessman ought to stay in shape. You’re so encouraging; you match Azul’s pace, you tell him it’s okay to take breaks, and you praise him for doing well. Your behaviors are genuine and kind; you care for Azul and his health. And after a year of this routine, it seems like Azul cares for you, too.
Jade accompanies the two of you on your runs sometimes, as will Floyd if he’s feeling it. Azul can’t stand it when the two of them join in and he’ll get quite defensive about his reasoning whenever Floyd pokes fun. Jade finds it amusing to see Azul grow flustered and huffy over something so simple. It’s very cute. What’s cuter, though, is you. You’re not a reject, you’re important, you have connections. You’re conscious of your health, you treat your body carefully, and you’re very capable. You are, in Jade’s mismatched eyes, a premium meal.
When you reach the end of your run, sweaty and thoroughly energized, and you lift your shirt to wipe at your face Jade can’t help staring at your stomach. It’s cute; you’re cute. Every inch of you, from top to bottom, has him salivating. He wonders what face you might make as he slices into you with deadly precision. What will your blood taste like? What will your heart taste like? What noises will you make? Will you scream and cry? Will you fight him?
Alas, his interest in you is troublesome. People will notice when you go missing. They will come looking. They care about you. Jade supposes that securing high-quality ingredients will prove to be a challenge. This isn’t like the others he’s killed and eaten. This is different; this is risky. But he can’t stop his thoughts from running wild as he observes you from afar, noting how you move, how you interact with other humans, how you light up when you cheer for Azul.
He must plan accordingly if he wishes to take you for himself. In the meantime, he’ll have to settle for street food.
Jade will have you. It’s only a matter of time. Patience is key, after all, and a skilled hunter like himself knows how to wait for the perfect opportunity to strike.
And when he does finally steal you away after months and months of preparation and practice, you’re horrified. Understandably so, considering his hobby is not legal or morally correct. He’ll console you in a soft voice, but it doesn’t do anything to soothe the fear. Now that you see him without his mask it becomes clear that he’s not entirely human. No human could have sets of teeth that sharp. His teeth are designed for shredding the toughest of flesh.
You learn that he’s the serial killer everyone’s been talking about on the news. You also learn that his motive isn’t to kill you for the fun or thrill of it. He intends to dissect you, devour every possible organ and limb he can until all that remains are your bones and gallons of drained blood. He’s insane. And when he forces some strange liquid down your throat and you feel yourself growing numb and tired, you plead with a heavy tongue. He’s looking over you like a butcher readying his knives and, as desperation and fear mount, you blurt the first excuse that pops into your head.
You tell him you’re pregnant.
And why should that matter? Jade does not care about pregnancy or human children. But when he sees the tender way you hold your stomach, tears staining your pretty skin, he feels...something. Perhaps he’s conflicted. Perhaps the sight warms his cold heart.
“Pregnant.” He repeats the word slowly, testing it on his tongue. “You’re pregnant.”
“I am!” You force your eyelids open, willing yourself to stay awake. The moment you fall asleep is the moment your life ends. You can’t let that happen. “I found out a f-few weeks ago. So please don’t do this. Y-You can kill me if you want, but please wait until the baby’s born. Please...”
Nine months. That’s the normal gestation period for human young. Nine months is a long time to wait for a premium meal. He’ll certainly grow restless within the first few months. What is he meant to do with your child once it’s born? Is he meant to devour them as well? He really has no use for a child, but if it’s yours he can make an exception for you.
“Who is the father?”
“A-Azul.”
"Hm.” His eyes cloud over with an unreadable emotion. “Is Azul aware of this?”
“Not yet. I... I was going to tell him soon.”
Jade frowns. Things just became far more complicated than he anticipated.
“Very well.” He sets his tools aside, peering down at you on the metal examination table. “You will live for nine months. I shall care for you up until the day you give birth.” His hand lingers on the largest knife in his collection, a subtle warning. “I’m certain you already know the consequences that come with an escape attempt.”
You nod frantically, weakly struggling in your restraints. “T-Thank you! Thank you so much!”
Jade's scrutinizing gaze travels from your face to your throat to your abdomen, and he lifts your shirt to observe your stomach. And then he looks back at you and, in a gentler tone, says, “What would you like for dinner? I’ll prepare something nutritional for you.”
You list a random food, slurring the words incoherently, before your eyes shut altogether and you succumb to the sedative.
You’ll have a few months to work out an escape—if one is even possible. Pray that Jade does not discover your lie in the meantime. If he learns that you are not truly pregnant...
It’s a race against the clock and Jade’s perceptive intelligence.
More bld fans lets goooo
This look so good though
💖✨WIP of my favourite boi✨💖
Max belongs to @hotpinkmoon
Yan OC time
Going haywire on watercolors? Check
Drawing yan OC? Check
Adding Eve cuz I miss drawing her stupid hair? Check
Going mental over the inking phase and then having mixed feelings? Check
Max Béphmato
Highly dangerous and kniving individual who has rejected his humanity
If by any chance you cross it you may perhaps live to tell the tale, but if you peak his salivary interest, pick any god and start praying. It will at least reassure you before your fate.
To the unlucky individual who he refers as his darling, know that I am praying for your wellbeing.
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Max is @hotpinkmoon ‘s BLD character
Ok so I drew Max and started writing cuz why not lol im already cringe
Im not even that big of a Max fan tbh but I kinda felt bad that he is not really getting as much love imo
He certainly has cool characteristics but he honestly just scares me
Thats besides the point though
His design is super cute and I really like imagining him in very high fashion outfits
I used a fem model for the pose dont tell him that oops
The demon Max well lets say that I had no clue how he looked like from the waist down..
I also took several artistic liberties such as the snake hair, the eyes, the snake pubes , the body shape and the colours.
I know Max is on the chubbier side but I just imagine that in demon form he either moves the mass to gain height or snake hair
WARNING the tags are downright horrendously horny
Jesus christ I maxed tags,
Idk what came over me wth
its Max, he made me do it
prompt: You've been so good for me. Don't ruin it like this.
cws for yandere, self mutilation, imprisonment, mentions of past violence/abuse.
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You were tired of being good.
Tired of painting on smiles every morning at your vanity when all you wanted to do was scream, cry and curl into a ball. Tired of leaning into his touches even though it made your stomach twist and turn in the worst way. Tired of pretending as if you didn't loathe him with your entire being—as if you wouldn't rather die than have to spend another day isolated with him.
Alhaitham regards you with a placid look, and you tighten your hold on the jagged shard of glass in your hand. It easily slices through the skin on your palm--and it hurts, it stings and burns and you immediately want to throw the cause of your pain away and cradle your hand to your chest, but you don't. You grit your teeth and tighten your grip, wincing when it cuts in deeper, droplets of blood making a pitter patter sound as it hits the hardwood floor beneath your feet.
Alhaitham's expression changes then, but not by much. Someone else—someone who hadn't been forced to learn everything that made him tick out of necessity for their own wellbeing—wouldn't know what to look for, or even if they did, they wouldn't be able to spot it.
But you could, even if you wished you couldn't.
Alhaitham wasn't a man that was easily angered, never giving others enough power in his life to do anything besides mildly annoy him, but somehow, you were an exception. Ever since he had brought you here (where, you still weren't sure), gagged, bound, and drugged, it seemed as though his default emotion had been anger.
It was largely due to you, as he so often told you, but you failed to understand how that was your fault exactly. He had tricked you, taken you from your home —Mondstadt, of all places, the city of fucking freedom— and he had just expected you to accept your new life without any complaints? Tough fucking luck.
You couldn't win against him physically, but you had tried. His advances were fended off with kicks, punches and the dragging of your nails across his skin, and when you had been unable to use your limbs, you had even resorted to lashing out with your teeth. You never won these shows of strength, of course, but you had always felt a bit better after whatever transpired when you could see the marks of your anger littering his body.
After all the fighting and screaming had gotten you nowhere, you had decided to take on a different approach. You had became exactly what he wanted you to be; sweet, pliant, respectful, docile, weak.
Everything was 'Yes, Alhaitham', or 'Of course, Alhaitham', 'I'm sorry for hurting you, Alhaitham', 'Yes, I love you, too, Alhaitham'. It had been nauseating saying those words, and some days you feared you'd spew up vile with the way your stomach seemed to churn, but it had been worth it.
Despite how intelligent Alhaitham liked to believe himself to be, he was still a mentally disturbed man who longed for your affection, for reasons you couldn't even begin to fathom, because really, you were nothing special, or at least nothing special enough to abduct and keep locked away like some invaluable treasure.
"Are you planning to use that on me?" His eyes flit down to the shard that's steadily cutting into your palm, and with the way his jaw tightens and his eyebrows crease, you grow curious and want to check as well, but you don't dare take your eyes off of him. He's fast, quiet, nimble, and he'll be on you in a second, and then all those days you spent being his mindless doll will have been for nothing.
"No." You would have tried it when you were first brought here, but you knew now that you couldn't outfight or outsmart him. "I'm going to use it on myself."
The floorboard creaks underneath his weight, and before you could even finish your sentence, he was dashing forward with an outstretched hand, but you had been anticipating that. '
The glass is warm against your neck as it pushes against your throat, and Alhaitham freezes in his spot, Adam's apple bobbing and eyes rapidly blinking as he takes a step back. "You're being ridiculous."
"Fuck you." His eye twitches.
That would have earned you at least two days in an immediate "timeout", which consisted of you being locked into a windowless room with nothing but an hourglass filled with sand to keep you company.
"Threatening to mutilate yourself in an effort to make me let you go? That's such a stupid idea. You cry like a child at the least severe punishments, and now I'm supposed to believe that you'll slit your own throat if I—" He abruptly cuts himself off when you begin to drag the shard across your throat, and Gods--it really does hurt. Just like with your hand, it burns and it stings and you want to throw the cause of your pain to the side and allow yourself to be bolted in that miserable room. You know that he'll patch you up and stop the bleeding, and you almost relent, but you don't, you can't, so you push the shard in deeper, even as you cry out and sob, knees knocking together as you stumble back into the wall.
"L-Let me go. I want to go home." You gargle out, hands shaking and vision blurry as you blink away your tears. "I want to go home!"
"This is your home."
"No, it isn't! I live in Mondstadt! My home is in Mondstadt—" Talking disturbs the wounds on your neck, and you moan and groan at the pain, letting the pressure up just a bit. You had been fully prepared to off yourself if this final lunge for freedom fell short, but you hadn't anticipated just how much it'd hurt. It burns, it really fucking burns.
"Your home is—"
"Shut. Up."
"—here. With me. You'll always be with me. There is no leaving, no matter how much you've deluded yourself into thinking that there is. You're not going anywhere unless I take you there."
Alhaitham had once said that you were weak-willed. You couldn't remember what you had did that resulted in the attack on your character, but you think he may have been correct.
His words are spoken with an absoluteness that chills you to your core, and for a few seconds that horrible burning can't be felt. You're not leaving. He'll never let you leave—you failed again—this was foolish, just as he said—you won't be able to go home, not now, not ever—you really should just drive the shard in until you can't think anymore, but you're weak-willed, just like Alhaitham said.
Your hand is pulled away from your neck, and then the shard is carefully freed from your fingers before you hear it shatter on the floor. Something thick is pressed against your throat --a piece of clothing, you realize-- and hot tears race down your cheeks as you're led to the bathroom.
"And we're right back to square one."
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This is beautiful , I love this and I would die for this.
Lookie Lou 👀✨️
A loooooong overdue comic I've been meaning to make for @doll-puppet of their Bloodlust Devotion MC, Ava!! I adore her & her design so so much and have wanted to make fanart of her for a while now, and when they requested for me to draw them art of her interacting with Peony I couldn't help but seize the opportunity ❤️
I sincerely apologize for taking so long to complete your request 😭🙏 Time has not been on my side recently with life, school, & work getting in the way so I didn't really have an opportunity to finish it until right now. Thank you for your patience and I hope I didn't make Ava too OOC 😅
Feat bonus pic / character creds:
Ava ©️ @doll-puppet / @dp-playhouse
James ©️ @hotpinkmoon
Peony ©️ me / @hemlock-haven
I just wanted to get this out cuz Ive been delaying it over and over
Eve time baby
Plus it was fun to build a proper OC after like two years
@hotpinkmoon ‘s oc template for their upcoming vn
Meet Eve! Local anxious cinnamon roll who either stays up late working or playing videogames.
Her clothes have the wink to her friend’s aspiring styling career. She wanted to help by wearing her creations plus she got cool stickers to decorate her stuff.
Her hair is dyed and tbh its pretty awful if its not stylised
She occasionally knits, she learned it from her mother
For more info stay tuned ^^
Art skill Regression at it's finest 🤭🤭
@hemlock-haven you ask, you recieve
Ignore being a plant nerd. Thank you.
He is from like 2021. I was in a horrid mental state in 2021 so I kinda distracted myself with art and studies.
Info on him? Not really
Does he live rent free in my head rn? Definitely
Tldr cuz I gotta go study like a bitch rn
Local smart boy kinda goes haywire as he develops sadistic yet worshipping tendecies towards his 'dove'.
K gotta blast cya
OMG THIS LOOKS AMAZING UR A SUPERSTAR
IM IN LOVE WITH RED RIDING HOOD EVE
❤️💕✨
Little Red and the Big Bad Wolf ♥️🐺
Ft. Concept sketch of Eve's outfit❣️
((Happy Belated Birthday @cloudishmagma !! I hope you like it 🥰🫶))
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Eve Watts ©️ @cloudishmagma
James Winston / Wolf James design ©️ @hotpinkmoon
This would give me a heart attack jesus fucking christ I love it
It’s a beautiful and epic experience!
20🤡 I'm a ghost. DM me for any art commissions and we can discuss it ♡ no minors
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