11 Works by otoutocon
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Somewhere, in the depths of his mind, he was amazed that he was still able to feel guilt. How desperately, he had tried to purge himself from that, to be able to view you as ultimately an object, replaceable. If you were replaceable, he could simply find someone else, right? It was just because you were one of the few girls he was close to, that was all. Yet, he knew that quaint four letter word belonged to you, that it had been burned into his juvenile tongue until the day he died. How many times had he whispered it, barely audible over whirring fans, when he fell asleep? How many times had he screamed it, wishing the sinful white spilling into his lanky fingers was claiming you, fulfilling your rightful position beside him? You were born to be there with him, you simply were not yet aware. Under his desk in the dorm of diligence, helping him relax after long days working at S.T.Y.X.
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The deep-brown mahogany gate opened easily, revealing a quaint garden surrounded by tall, white rose bushes, miss-matched tables covered in strangely shaped, vibrant tea-pots and plates and cups scattered throughout. You stared in awe for a moment, the decor commonly found in clock town, and truly the Queendom of Roses as a whole, still an unfamiliarly, confusingly beautiful sight in your eyes. You had been vehemently trying to figure out how a tea-pot with no spout could ever be used, when a soft, excited voice pulled you from your day-dreaming.
“Is this the place you wanted to bring me? Hehe, its so cool! I'm already taking lots of pictures!”
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He gasped, sweet melodies born from ecstasy ringing through the dimly lit space of his room, his domicile of perversions hidden away from the judgemental gaze of normies whom could never hope to understand what he felt. Day could turn to night, yet a thick air of gloomy arousal would forever coat Ignihydes walls, sinking into beautiful, pure white marble.
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Sweet nothings whispered in a synthesised voice, synthesised love, synthesised being. Flesh and bone traded for metal and wire, more alive than you ever could be in a way you could never understand. Born from desire just as you were, born in the same sense you were- crafted, nourished, fed a stream of never-ending sparking electricity. A wonder of engineering, a proof of the energy that love bordering on obsession held. A proof of energy itself.
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"I want you to test my reactions now. Everything should be on the right setting~”
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skin slowly tore from muscle and bone, crimson red flowing into the waters around them. the smell of iron overwhelming, the smell of pure, unrestrained violence against those weaker than themselves.
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"heyaa jade~" his far bigger frame enveloped his little brother, his rough hands coming to rest on the bottom of jade's shoulders.
"i missed ya so fuckin' much baby, you bein' a good boy as always huh?" he looked up from the teal-haired boy, his eyes finding their way to ortho, taking in the slight curls of his blue hair, down to the scuffs on his exposed knees. -
I've been searching for the meaning, what makes you so full of grace by otoutocon
Fandoms: Twisted-Wonderland (Video Game)
23 Sep 2024
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It thrummed through him, a faux heartbeat, a false breath.
A short shroudcest story, vaguely based on the novel "Frankenstein"! 🧟💙
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"mama promises you can play with your friends soon, okay? i have lots of surprises for you!"
a short work written for ortho's birthday💙
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the screen flashes with movement in the darkened room, a hundred painted eyes stare down at him, yellow like the sweetest lemon tart, yellow like the flowers in the garden he never visited, yellow like the sun-currently not seen but forever burning above him. the shelves are lined with the trophies of his success as an ssr+ fan, the medals of his adoration.
a short shroudcest fic based on various vtuber ortho posts from twitter!💙
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Really, he'd been doomed since the start.
He told himself he still had control, he could tell ortho this was bad whenever he wanted. He'd tell him this was all wrong, that everything had just been a twisted sense of brotherly love,that he could never see him as anything more but his adorable baby brother. He'd tell him and ortho would get over him, he'd find a beautiful lady to court and they'd have a litter of equally as beautiful kids who'd they'd raise in a big house in a sunny suburb. Away from the expectation that the name “shroud” held. Idia would stay away from him. He'd be strong. He'd live the boring life that was destined for him before he was even born. All for ortho, all for ortho's safety, for ortho's happiness.