#clown stares into your soul

[lemonine]

why is desktop tumblr giving me a monster clown jumpscare

#yeah i get that its advertising but they couldve chosen a cute character instead of clown staring into your soul #isnt fear of clowns like. a really common thing.

[celestialcomedy]

//: Tis a quite night. Time to ponder on what the heck Jester would taste like if he someone took a bite out of him. Yeah true he tastes like the bitter coldness of space and stardust. But still

#ooc #[ im seeing quizzes with results of ' what your soul or blood ' tastes like #and it just got me staring at jester with ' ok clown man what are you????']

[ranpoesgirl]

Can you please make another part of accidentally spilling that you slept with them? If you do please include Fukuzawa. My favourite dilf isn't getting the attention and hype he deserves😭

ACCIDENTALLY SPILLING THAT YOU SLEPT WITH THESE LOSERS BSD MEN II;

ft; sigma, tecchou, fyodor, fukuzawa ( i, ii )

a/n; many requested the new characters in the comments and they were a bit hard because I practically scrolled through the season just to see Ranpo…it was worth it (also I get you boo, father like son, very attractive)

SIGMA;

Nikolai had no off button much to your liking but as a friend of the poor soul, Sigma, you were forced to listen to him degrade you as he talks about how you were forced to be in this position, “-and you can sort of be my assistant’s assistant! Isn’t that fun? I’m sure you’re used to being a dog!!”

“In general? Or for him alone? Cause it definitely won’t be my first time being to him, in more than one way.”, you retorted with zero hesitation annoyed.

You heard a high pitch squeal from the two toned boy freaking out while the clown just blew a whistle.

TECCHOU;

“how lovely. I just might barf.”, Jouno growled at the sight of Tecchou sitting infront of him with a bowl of rice before him and a shaker of sugar in his hand.

You sat beside Tecchou waiting your meal to arrive, “honestly, I would rather see you eat rice with salt at least than sugar, how do you live with yourself? Also, we are eating out! So disrespectful to the chef!”

“I didn’t think he’d take it literally when I told him not to eat anything salty when he’s eating me out.”

you whispered these words so quiet that Tecchou couldn’t hear it but somehow the boy before him did.

“ name . In the nicest way, don’t even explain yourself because I don’t want to know.”

FYODOR;

Fyodor Dustoevsky, the most dangerous man unleashed in society, the man who views people as objects to use rather than a soul, the man who has the ability to unalive a human…

“I should’ve known a man can’t be both good in bed, enjoy classical ballet AND be a good person.” you mumbled those words to yourself alone.

You shocked yourself and looked around to see if anyone heard you and it seemed like no one did until you looked at the end of the table to see a certain detective stop nomming on his snacks at pause and stare at you.

Then he slowly smiled into the widest smile as if you told him you’d give him his favorite candy, “Buy me snacks for a month and no one knows your lewd secret!”

FUKUZAWA;

You didn't exactly work at the agency but if there was a need for a person on the field then you’d gladly join in.

Last night you spent a day at Fukuzawa’s place doing…stuff.

He invited you for a cup of wine and two like usual and like usual it ended up with something more, but what you weren’t expecting was the agency having an issue the next day and needing you to be present.

Like the reliable person you are, you went over to the agency and after the meeting, you were ready for your departure when Fukuzawa called out for you.

“You look tired and weak, do I…need to help you with anything?”

“Try being a little more gentle next time you’re drunk,”

Well, the entire agency was quiet, and that’s when you knew it was your queue to leave.

#bsd x reader #bungo stray dogs x reader #sigma x reader #fukuzawa yukichi x reader #fukuzawa x reader #fyodor x reader #fyodor dostoyevsky x reader #tecchou x reader

[minty364]

DPXDC Prompt #128 part 1

Danny wasn’t sure what exactly happened, but one moment he was hiding out in an alley trying his best to wrap the bandages around his torso and the next he found himself in front of a clown. His thoughts began to blur further as he began to panic. His first instinct was to tighten his fists and move into a defensive position but when he tightened his fist something happened. The clown that had been right in front of them was there and then he wasn’t. The gun he was sure he wasn’t holding before fired and sent the clown away from Danny.

Shock began to set in as he looked down on what he had done. Everything had moved so fast he couldn’t even comprehend it, he didn’t even get a good look at the one he so swiftly ended. The force of the gun caused him to fall back, breathing heavily he stared at the gun before quickly setting it down on the ground making sure the safety was on, he wasn’t risking another death. With the weapon safely placed on the ground he finally decided to take in some of his surroundings.

His soulmate was wearing a helmet and what looked to be some armor, they were in a warehouse of some sort. Danny had forgotten what it felt like to be human and he’d pay a lot more attention if the panic from murder wasn’t setting in. The clown wasn’t moving, they layed there a heap on the floor… Danny really murdered someone. Okay, he could deal with this. 

…

Who was he kidding what the hell was he supposed to do? It was then that he saw movement from the corner of his eyes and he truly knew he was fucked. Someone was right by his soulmate while he had his gun pointed at the clown, did his soulmate want the clown dead? His mind was still racing incoherently as he tried to piece together what exactly just happened. 

A minute passed  or what felt like one, Danny swore Clockwork messed with his sense of time sometimes. He slowly raised his hands after he realized the other wasn’t going to speak, he slowly turned to see the absolute worst person to help in this scenario. 

Batman, Danny was pretty sure he was fucked. He was so entirely fucked and it was then that he realized how truly he messed up. His head snapped back over to the clown and yep that’s the Joker, oh he just killed the Joker in front of Batman in his soulmate's body. Did that mean his soulmate knew Batman? Danny was absolutely stunned into silence, he had nothing he could say, who knew his soulmate would have a life probably just as messed up as his.

“Jason…” Batman’s gravelly voice broke Danny out of his thoughts, oh his soulmate's name was Jason.

Danny who finally finds his voice says, “My soulmate's name is Jason?” The voice modulator startled him and it was then that all hell broke loose.

Voices started crackling into his ear with several different people starting to speak at once.

“Did he just say soulmate?”

“Jason this better not be a prank”

“Wait, who pulled the trigger?? I heard that gunshot”

“Enough, keep coms clear” Batman commanded and everything went silent he then turned to address Danny, “come with me, we’ll need to find Jason so you and him will be alone to switch back. We’ll talk about that after.” He didn’t motion with his hands or jerk his head or anything but Danny knew exactly what he meant. 

He swallowed harshly and then followed. 

—————

Jason found himself no longer holding his guns, no longer in front of the damn clown, and his armor and helmet were gone. He was wearing clothes closer to rags than street clothes and his entire body seemed to ache. This must have been his soulmate's body and they were having a way worse time than Jason was at the moment. There seemed to be hastily done bandages around his waist and he honestly felt like he’d been hit by a truck. He was in an alley thankfully although that also meant he triggered the switch. Everyone knew when you got close enough to your soulmate you switched bodies.

Jason had to get to the closest safe house and hopefully he could do some proper first aid on his soulmate. He stumbled to get on his feet and began to make his way out of the alley. 

Im going to update the original post as the master post and you’ll be able to find all future parts there.

Master Post:

next :

#dp x dc prompt #dp x dc #dc x dp #danny fenton #danny phantom #poor danny #vivisection #tw vivisection #soulmates au #Batman saw Danny kill the Joker but thought he was Jason #part 1 #tw swearing #prompt fill #even if I fill my own prompts I still encourage people to write their own #A lot of my prompts are ambiguous on purpose #my asks are open #all my prompts are free to use

[lord-of-0blivion]

This just popped into my head!

-Prompt-

Danny is in Gotham, and he had a long day at work and just wants some of his ecto gum. He reaches into his pocket but can't seem to find it.

So, he reaches again, this time that long reaches with the other arm (you know the one you do when something's stuck inside your pocket).

He absolutely doesn't notice when his hand fazes trough him, nor does he noticed that the "gum" he snatched was in fact not gum at all, but the soul of a clown that was sneaking behind a Wayne looking kid. So, he chews and a moment later he spits it out and throws it behind him, feeling remorseful and sorry for himself for eating rotten gum.

The "gum" lands back into the body of the quite shocked Joker. He jumped into the abyss and it spat him out in disgust. Later he will start feeling the same feelings Danny had felt, remorseful and apologetic.

Doctor Harleen Quinzel, because there is no way she is gonna remain Harely Quinn after what she just saw; Stares in horror and shock (and quite frankly an absurd amount of glee and amusement) at the kid who just plucked the Joker soul (because tha ball of shining dark light could only be a soul) chewed it out and quickly spat it back out (quite a lot cleaner, might she add) and threw it away like one of her hyenas after Ivy forced fed them vegetables as punishment for misbehaving.

By god she has a story the people at the bar are not going to belive for a week or so. You didn't need a doctorate to see that what just happened shook the Joker quite a bit. And she didn't even get to use her BATbat, awww....

Meanwhile Danny is completely oblivious to what he just did.

#danny phantom #dc x dp #dp x dc crossover #dp x dc #dp prompt #batman #danny fenton #harley quinn #harleen quinzel #poison ivy #the joker #jack napier

[kiss-theggoat]

Art Was Here

Art the Clown x Reader

Word Count: 3.6K

Summary: You and your two best friends, Tara and Dawn, are creeped out by a weird clown at the pizzeria. What you don’t realize is that you’ve been followed, and the clown has other plans for you.

Warnings: 18+,Smut, Porn with Plot, Violence, Murder, Reader has female anatomy but no pronouns mentioned

“I think we should get our food to go.”

Tara’s slow and unsteady words pulled your eyes up from Instagram to her scrunched face. She looked worried, but wasn’t looking at you or Dawn. You followed her gaze across the Pizzeria to the monochromatic clown that sat at the booth across from you. His hands were crossed politely, starkly contradicting the scowl he wore on his painted face.

“Is that the guy from earlier?” You asked softly, touching Tara’s arm to subtly get her attention.

She nodded, looking at you like a kicked puppy. She was scared, and you had to admit, this guy didn’t exactly make you feel comfortable, especially when you realize he followed you and your friends here.

Dawn turned her head, blonde hair hitting Tara in the face and sticking to her purple lipstick. “Him?” She pointed a thumb at him, rolling her eyes at you both before standing.

“Excuse me?” Dawn stood in front of the clown, arms crossed and phone in hand. “Uh…excuse me? Can I get a picture with you?”

You shifted uncomfortably. “Dawn, come on.”

Dawn twisted to you, “Shut up,” she scoffed. “Hello?” She lifted a manicured hand to the clown's face and snapped at him. You felt your soul leave your body, especially when he did absolutely nothing to react to Dawn’s antics, instead he stared directly at you, eyes holding yours, face still locked in an ugly glower.

“Okay, I’ll take that as a yes.” Dawn moved closer to him, and you watched in horror as she took a seat in his lap. Even as she forced him to pose for her perverted photoshoot, he did not take his eyes off yours.

After Dawn was satisfied with herself, she stood. “Thanks,” she smiled at him and made her way back to the table.

You and Tara stared in shock at Dawn, completely appalled with what she had just done.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Tara hissed, turning back to check on the clown.

Dawn rolled her eyes. “What, did you think he was going to hack me up into little pieces or something?”

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, drunkenly trying to cope with being scared of and now a little sorry for the clown. He might be creepy, but it was wrong of Dawn to do that.

You all got your pizza, and despite keeping a close eye on him, you barely noticed as he snuck off to the bathroom. Minutes later, he was being yelled at and kicked out by the owner, who had just comforted you and your friends. The clown was ushered out of the Pizzeria, and had to hurriedly grab his garbage bag full of who-knows-what. The door was slammed in his face, and as he began to walk away, he locked eyes with you again, lifting his hand to wave at you. Your stomach twisted, but at least he was gone.

You and your friends, now full of pizza and a little less drunk, made your way back to the car. Dawn still stumbled a bit, but pointed her phone screen towards your face.

“Look, we have 18 likes already.” It was the photo of her kissing the creepy clown on the cheek. The picture alone gave you the heebeegeebees. Whoever that dude was, he was creepy.

“Dawn, that was really rude. He was probably uncomfortable.”

“If he was uncomfortable, he could’ve…what happened to the tires?”

You stared in horror as you discovered the holes in all four of Dawn’s tires. A sinking feeling in your stomach weighed you down when you turned to talk to Tara, who was already on the phone with her sister.

You leaned against the car, arms wrapping around yourself in an attempt to stave off the cold October chill. At this moment, you regret dressing the way you did, legs and arms almost completely exposed.

“Okay, Victoria is going to come get us…”

You sighed in relief. Now all you had to do was wait. All three of you leaned against the car in silence, arms wrapped around yourselves.

Tara turned to you and Dawn. “I really have to pee.”

“So go.” Dawn responded nonchalantly.

“Go? I’m not gonna pop a squat in the street like you do.”

Dawn turned to her, hands dropping to her sides. “Well tough shit because it’s gonna be a while until your sister gets here.”

“Fuck…” Tara grumbled, looking around. “Maybe that guy has a bathroom I can use.” She pointed to what looked like a janitor unlocking an abandoned building.

You shivered, watching as Tara walked towards the building. “I…I think I’ll stay here with Dawn…” you said quietly. The idea of going into an abandoned building with a man was not something that appealed to you. And, you figured, if something did happen to Tara, it’s better to have you safe out here to help.

She nodded and began to talk to the man, but she was too far away for you to hear now.

“C’mon, I’m freezing my tits off.” Dawn growled, opening the driver's side door. You walked around to the passengers side, sitting down in the seat. The inside of the car wasn’t too much warmer, but as Dawn turned the key, the heater started up. You sighed in relief and hunched over yourself. You were still on edge, craning your neck to look outside every once in a while. When three separate checks of the sidewalk outside resulted in absolutely nothing, you finally felt comfortable enough to put your head down against your arms and close your eyes.

You heard Dawn flip through radio stations, before stopping on one.

“This is a WNEW breaking news alert. We have a major development in Miles County this evening, where authorities are investigating a double homicide. Two employees at the Deer Hill's Pizzeria were found brutally murdered just moments ago. No suspects are in custody yet but police are on the lookout for a tall, thin man wearing a black and white clown costume and carrying a large garbage bag.”

You sat up quickly, eyes wide and heart pounding. You and Dawn made eye contact for a moment.

“No way…” she said softly.

You reached down to turn up the radio.

“An Eyewitness spotted the suspect after hearing multiple screams. No further details at this moment. Stay tuned, and we'll continue to bring you more breaking updates as they become available.”

The back door opened, but you could barely think, let alone speak.

“Tara, you won’t believe what we just heard on the radio…” you saw from your peripheral, Dawn turning towards Tara in the back, and then suddenly, she was hunched over the steering wheel, blood staining her blonde hair.

You whipped your body around to meet the eyes of the clown you had seen in the Pizzeria. A scream tore its way out of your throat and your entire body shook as you yanked on the door handle. The door was locked, it wouldn’t budge.

You felt hands wrap around your neck, making your hands abandon the door handle. You clawed at the clown's hands as he yanked you out of your seat. Choked cries escaped you but you used all of your power to kick as hard as you could against the dash, forcing your body against the clown’s chest. You heard a small “oof” sound as he exhaled air, and his grip loosened ever so slightly. You struggled against him to reach for the handle, but instead, he grabbed your arms and held them in against your chest.

Your throat was raw from screaming, you were out of breath, and with the heater blasting, sweat dripped down your brow. He had you restrained, and you finally sat still against his chest, the only sound you could hear was your fast breath and heart beating in your ears. You close your eyes tight, expecting him to stab you, break your neck, do anything to kill you. But… it never came.

Instead, he sat still, hand firm against your throat but not squeezing. You felt his long hooked nose against the crook of your neck and heard him inhale deeply. Your chest heaved with the heavy breaths you took and the feeling of him being so close to you made you nervous. You looked down to finally see how you were sitting in his lap.

Your short costume was hiked up around your upper thighs, which were spread from the struggle, one foot pushed against the center console and one firmly planted on the ground. His legs were beneath yours, long and pushing against the seats in front of you. The silky material of his jumpsuit felt nice against your skin and you began to feel a different kind of tension with the clown.

It was hard to keep reminding yourself that he had just killed two people, and attacked one of your best friends, who lay unconscious just a foot away from you. His hands let up on your throat and you relaxed a little bit, until you felt them again at your waist. His touch was rough and unpracticed, grabbing at your thin clothing and yanking at you feverishly.

You could feel your face turning red, the car was so hot and sweat glistened on your skin. You turned to look at him, his eyes were glazed and glued to your chest, mouth open slightly but still formed into a tiny but focused frown.

You had to decide now if you wanted to try to escape or stay and let him do what he wanted. Attempting to escape seemed like it could be dangerous, given the fact that he decided to spare you once already, but you might not be so lucky again. Instead you decided that appeasing the clown was the best way to survive, at least that’s what you told yourself in order to be less weirded out by your attraction towards him.

You decided to turn, which was difficult because of the cramped space you were working with. Your neck craned to avoid the ceiling and your hair fell in front of your eyes. You settled again on his lap and immediately felt his hands on you again, this time on the sides of your thighs. His fingers moved up and traced the edge of your skirt. Your breath hitched and you could feel the butterflies in your stomach as his touch.

The feeling of butterflies rose to your chest as you finally met his gaze, painted eyes staring into yours intensely. The way his eyes seemed so lifeless yet so expressive disturbed you, but you also felt like you couldn’t look away, eyes locked with his as you wrapped your arms slowly around his neck. The eyes you were watching watched your arms move as if he were nervous about you being able to wrap around him. Maybe he felt like you holding him would give you the upper hand somehow, even though he seemed inhumanly strong despite his scrawny frame.

Hands splayed out between his shoulder blades steadied you as you decided to lean into him further, bodies completely pressed together. It was now that you noticed the amount of blood he was soaked in, drops soaking into the white fabric of his clothes and beginning to dry and flake off his cheek. His hands moved further up, now completely under your skirt and toying with the edge of your lace underwear. You hadn’t gotten any action at the Halloween party like you’d hoped, so you guessed you’re glad someone got to see them?

He suddenly looked extremely displeased, and you thought you’d done something wrong. You backed up a little, but followed his eye line to your chest. His hands came up, and you just now noticed that they were covered in blood, and yanked your dress down, your bra joining it. You yelped in surprise at the suddenness of your exposure, tits now on full display for the bloodied clown.

This seemed to fix this issue and he now wore a huge smile flashing stained teeth. You leaned forward again, feeling the soft silk against your chest. You decided to be a little more brave, you leaned down and your lips connected with the side of his neck. He tensed up for a second, but you ran your tongue over the soft skin there before biting down gently with your front teeth. You forgot to account for the fact that he has paint on, which you could definitely taste, but it didn’t bug you enough to stop. His head fell back onto the headrest behind him but his hands never stopped moving. One trailed up your inner thigh and the other palmed your breast, fingers pinching at your already hard nipple.

You closed your eyes tight, focused on the sensation of what was happening as you felt his fingers move closer and closer to where you wanted them. They were bloody and grimy but at this moment you couldn’t care less. Your head was tucked in the crook of his neck and the smell of iron and musk filled your nose, as if he had been covered in the same blood and sweat for days, which you wouldn’t doubt.

His fingers wrapped around the side of your panties and he yanked them, ripping them off like they were made of tissue paper. Your hands wandered down his chest while you finally backed up enough to stare at him. Looking at him like this made you feel ashamed of how much you were enjoying his touch, the moments of you convincing yourself that having sex with the clown was only for survival were over. Despite the shameful feeling, you also didn’t want to stop, you figured that he wouldn’t tell anyone…right? And it’s not like Dawn was going to remember… You felt the zipper situated at the center of his back and slowly started to pull it down until the sides of his suit slid off of his shoulders.

His chest and stomach were exactly as you had expected, muscular but lean, extremely thin and trim. You shifted in order to get his suit down his thighs, and after you settled back in his lap, you felt his cock against your inner thigh, hidden by the tule of your skirt.

The material of your costume scratched your soft thighs as you lifted it with one hand, the other moving down to rub circles on your clit. You sighed, finally feeling some sort of the pleasure you so badly wanted. Your eyes slipped close as the feeling engulfed you completely, only brought out of your trance when you felt his length rub against your entrance. He stared intently at your exposed pussy in a way that assured you he doesn’t do this often.

With a trembling hand you reached down to guide him inside you. You moved slowly, thighs beginning to shake from easing yourself down onto him. With a whimper you sat fully onto him, your ass resting flush on his thighs, which he gripped hard enough to bruise. Blood stained your skin wherever he touched, and you stopped for a moment to wonder whose it was.

Your thoughts were interrupted by a jerky thrust from him. Clearly he wasn’t happy about the fact you hadn’t moved yet. Your walls stretched around him as you lifted yourself halfway off of him, and with a stinging pain you sat back down. All it took was a couple more thrusts for the stinging to turn into unexplainable pleasure. You couldn’t tell if it was the drinks or the danger, or maybe it’d just been far too long since you’d gotten laid, but he felt better than anyone had before.

You held into his shoulders as you feverishly began to move, bouncing against him while also moving your hips in a circular motion. His hands held the small of your back, helping you up and down with a tight grip. At first, his hips were glued to the car seat, letting you do all the work, but as you kept going, he started to meet you halfway, thrusting upwards into you and causing you to bump your head against the ceiling. You stared into his eyes with your own half-lidded ones, fingernails cutting into his bare shoulders. The urge to kiss him was strong, even though you were sure he hadn’t brushed his teeth in a while, so you trailed a hand from his shoulder, up his neck, and finally to his cheek, where you ran a thumb over his bottom lip.

He, as usual, didn’t react to this action, leaving you to guess whether or not he’d be okay with a kiss. You kept one hand on his cheek, the other reaching back and holding the one that was currently squeezing your thigh, and with a surge of confidence, you leaned forward, capturing his lips in a kiss. He didn’t shove you off or hit you over the head like you’d expected, but he didn’t exactly kiss you back. You tasted iron on his tongue and began to feel a heat pool in the bottom of your stomach. Surges of electricity ran through you with every thrust, you whined and whimpered at the feeling, and you knew you were close. The clown’s mouth formed an ‘O’ shape, and suddenly you wished that he’d make a noise. His face contorted into a look of pleasure, lips pulled back and eyebrows furrowed.

One hard thrust made you cum, it felt like lightning went through your entire body. You spasmed against him, thighs tightening against his legs, loud moans coming from your wide open mouth. He stayed still deep inside you, and as you slowly came down from your high you realized he came inside you. You were on birth control, but it hadn’t even occurred to you before that maybe a man covered in someone else’s blood wasn’t the most sanitary to be having unprotected sex with. You sat, panting and sweating on his lap, head leaning against his shoulder. You were a little worried now that he was done with you. That he’d had his fun and wanted to kill you.

You raised your head, he still looked dazed, but stared directly at you. His hands moved towards the inside of your thighs, pushing you off of him. This made your legs twitch but you quickly pushed your skirt back over yourself. He put his arms back through his suit, pointing both thumbs to his back with a goofy smile. He wanted you to zip his zipper. You moved towards him and reached back, arm over his head to grab the zipper at the center of his back. You slowly began to pull his back up and had it almost all the way there when a searing pain went from your rib cage to your chest. You let out a scream, hand flying to the place it hurt most, directly under your armpit of the arm you had raised. You felt wetness, and metal protruding from you. With panic you looked down at your torso and saw what looked like a scalpel stuck in your side. Blood soaked your costume and made its way down to the car seat, making the overwhelming heat of the car so much worse.

You grabbed the handle of the scalpel with your other hand and tried to yank it out, but tears cascaded down your face as you realized it hurt too bad to do it. You turned your head to the clown, who held out a finger and smiled at you. He grabbed the handle of the scalpel and began to count with his fingers, mocking you. 1…2…3. And when he held up three, he yanked the scalpel from you. The scream you let out was inhuman, shredding your vocal cords and hopefully alerting Tara.

You put your arms up in terror to defend yourself, but that didn’t stop him. He shoved your legs down, exposing your stomach completely, and with one swipe, he sliced you open. You felt the intense pain of the blade, then the warmth from the blood, and then you began to feel cold and tired. The coldness scared you, considering you felt like you were melting just seconds before. You were scared to look down and when you finally did, you saw your skin split inches apart, muscle and tissue exposed. You felt like throwing up, you felt numb and nauseous and sleepy and shaky. You stared up at the clown, who wore a terrible grin, as he began to lean forward, dipping his fingers into your gaping wound.

His hands were covered in fresh blood now, shiny and bright. He turned around, writing with your blood on the foggy car window. You watched as he wrote, letter by letter, taking breaks to get more blood from you,‘Art was here’, covering the whole window.

You could barely keep your eyes open when he decided he was done with his fun. He opened the car door, walking out merrily and after he got a breath of the cool October air, he leaned down, one hand on the roof of the car, and he waved at you before he slammed the car door shut, forcing you to look at the words he wrote in your blood.

You closed your eyes. You could hear him open the driver's side door, and heard a groan from Dawn as the car shook, but you couldn’t muster the energy to open your eyes long enough to see where he was taking her. You blinked once, then twice, body shaking again when the car door slammed shut. Your breath was shallow and your eyelids were heavy. You read those words over and over ‘Art was here…’ until you couldn’t anymore.

#slasher x reader #slashers #art the clown x you #art the clown x reader #art the clown fanfiction

[kakiastro]

Astrology Observations: Halloween Edition🎃👻💀

💀even though Halloween is a Scorpio season holiday, I’ve always felt like it has Libra energy as well due to dressing up in costumes which gives me more Libra energy than Scorpio

👻people who have placements in the 8h or 12h have a strong chance of connecting with the dead that’s stuck in this realm and spiritual. Also people with these placements may be sensitive to cemeteries/gravesites, spirits may come become active around them

🎃moon 4h, 8h or 12h may come from a long line of psychics in their family

💀Pluto Scorpio generation has a deep love for Halloween and taboo things. They shine during Scorpio season.

👻Cancer risings have the ability to predict futuristic events through their dreams due to the fact that they have Aquarius 8h and Gemini 12h.

🎃Scorpio rising would look good as a vampire for Halloween. They got that intense, see inside your soul like how vampires stare at you.

💀I don’t know if it’s just me but I also noticed a lot of Scorpio moons is involved with mediumship and may be part of a paranormal investigation teams.

👻Capricorn placements would look cool in a killer clown costume because Saturn rules over clowns.

🎃I noticed actors who have prominent Scorpio/Pluto aspect/8h placements thrive in horror movies. Their most notable role maybe the one that’s from a horror movie

Example: Vera Farminga from the Conjuring franchise has a Scorpio Moon conj Neptune.

Robert Englund also known as Freddy Kruger has a Capricorn Moon 8h with Jupiter in Scorpio

Jamie Lee Curtis who’s known for the Halloween movies has a Jupiter and Neptune in Scorpio, she has Uranus 8h as well

👻Michael Jackson’s “Thriller” song is the biggest Holiday theme. He has Jupiter conj Neptune Scorpio 8h. Neptune rules over music and it’s a Generational planet. He created a generational Halloween anthem

I hope everyone who celebrates has a safe, fun and memorable day!!

#astrology #astrology community #knowledge #love astrology #astro observations #advanced astrology #birth chart #halloween #Halloween astrology #fame astrology

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Sweet Tooth ~ JJK | 6

✨ title: sweet tooth | series (ongoing) ✨ pairing: vampire!jungkook x donor f!reader | ✨ rating: m/18+ ✨ genre: vampire!au, supernatural!au, eventual romance, slow build, eventual smut ✨ summary: Bills and rent are piling up, so your roommate suggests you look into a gig she stumbled upon. But it's not what you expect. OR ✨ Jungkook runs a vampire blood bank, and you service clients with your blood. ✨ playlist | ✨ read on AO3 | Wattpad ✨ a/n: hi all! i'm SO SORRY that it's taken me over a year to get out another chapter. i'm a clown thinking I could work on multiple ongoing series at one time. i hope you enjoy it and let me know what you think.

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✨ chapter 6 ~ the sinner | word count: 7.2k warnings: blood drinking, vampire bites, mentions of dead bodies and blood, kissing, touching

Dreams can bring out one’s deepest desires or darkest fears.

Jungkook couldn't determine if this dream was real or not. The dream had an ominous sense to it, like a dark cloud towering over him, ready to rain on his parade. But there was no sign of the parade. He couldn't quite put his finger on it.

He rolled onto his stomach, his duvet hardly covering his bottom half. A smile crept on his face as he reveled in dreamland. The feeling of the dream shifted once he got back into the thick of it. Warm. Fluffy. The complete opposite of Jungkook’s nature.

Giggles and kisses filled the room. Limbs entangled, lips swollen, messy hair, and clothes scattered everywhere. The two of you had been like this for days on end.

Jungkook’s arm is draped over you, pulling you as close as he could. Removing your hair, he trails kisses from your shoulder to your nape and finds the most delicate butterfly he’s ever seen. His fingers ghosted over the ink on your skin, making you shudder underneath his touch.

“Jungkook, what are you doing?” More giggles erupt from your lips as you squirm. 

His soft lips press against the butterfly. “I didn’t know you had a tattoo.” Taking his time, he explores the fragility of it—the fine lines of the wings, even the shading is light-handed and refined. “What else are you hiding?” he asks, fingers trailing down the dips and valleys of your body.

“I’m not hiding anything. Maybe you’re too busy paying attention to other parts of my body.” You smirk, looking over your shoulder. Jungkook’s hand grips your waist, then starts to wander across the expanse of your stomach, down to your core. You pull away from him, protesting that you need something to eat, otherwise, you’ll starve to death.

“Mm–don’t go, please,” he objects, pouting with his doe eyes.

“Jungkook, I know you hear my stomach growling with your supernatural hearing. I need food in my belly or I’m going to become the monster.”

You playfully push him away as he tries to give you another kiss. Grabbing his shirt from the ground, you slipped it on, draping it over your body with nothing underneath. 

He grins, cocking an eyebrow, watching you walk away from him. Swiftly, he brushes past you, arms up, blocking the doorway. The two of you were now having a staring contest.

“I’m hungry too,” he says, his dark eyes raking over you from head to toe. The veins around his eyes protrude, letting you know what he desires.

“You already ate me out earlier,” you remind him, taking a step forward, but he doesn’t budge.

Jungkook’s tongue was playing with the sharp ends of his teeth. His eyes turned into a darkened hue, focusing on the artery alongside your neck.

You blinked at the hungry vampire standing in your way. “You can’t always get what you want, Jungkook.”

He grunts, and then sighs, relaxing his arms, face now unstrained and back to normal. He holds your hands. “Later then?” You nod. “Promise?” he asks with starry-filled eyes.

Shaking your head, you smile. “Promise.”

A deep hunger stirred within Jungkook’s body. It was an insatiable craving, but not for blood, like something was trying to escape from the depths of his soul. In his many years as a vampire, he’s never felt this type of unrest or longing. Perhaps this dream was attempting to awaken a longing within, something that had been buried deep. This sense of yearning he couldn’t ignore if he tried. He couldn’t fathom the feelings and emotions of this dream. At times, it was like déjà vu, like he’d experienced this before, he couldn’t shrug it off like he’s done with others.

He had noticed himself entering your dreams more than usual this week. When it came to others, he often did it out of curiosity and boredom, but to his surprise, your dreams were far more interesting than he could have imagined. Like there was an invisible string pulling him, wanting him to explore these dreams with you. There must be a significance. There must be something in these dreams indicating more than meets the eye.

Jungkook awoke, breathing a deep sigh as he laced his fingers behind his head. He turned his head toward his door when he heard the shuffling of feet down the hallway. One could only assume it was Taehyung and Ji-na again.

There was no one remotely interesting enough these last few years to even want that with, but the corners of his mouth curved up, and his heart wavered, thinking back to the dream of you and him cuddled up with kisses and giggles. He hadn’t found himself smiling like an idiot in a long time.

He sat up, ruffling his dark locks, then removed his duvet, walking toward his disheveled desk, which was littered with paper and candle jars. Unsure what he was looking for, Jungkook shuffled through his sketches and came across the same butterfly that inked on your skin. It must be an odd coincidence.

Jungkook’s brows knitted together thinking how weird it would be of him to try and see if you had this tattoo. He’d have to see it by chance or find a way to weave it into a conversation. And he didn’t know it, but the effect of this butterfly would ripple into something bigger—a long-hidden truth.

A knock and creak from the bedroom door breaks Jungkook out of his reverie. He turns to look at the angelic blonde man standing at the door.

“Jeon Jungkook is smiling? It must be my lucky day,” Jimin teases as he sips his cup of coffee.

“What do you want?” Jungkook covers up the sketches scattered on his desk.

Jimin walks into the room, and his eyes flick to the desk, then to Jungkook. “Just coming by to check on you. Can I get you anything?”

“Nope. Just gonna get some breakfast this morning.” He stands at the corner of the desk, blocking Jimin’s view.

“Still on your diet?” Jimin raises an eyebrow while taking another sip of coffee.

Jungkook tilts his head, clenching his jaw. “I can’t stray from it. You know that.” It’s been years since he’s had a taste of human blood. He’s lost count at this point.

“Okay.” Jimin holds his hands up in protest. “It’s just a question, and I’m a curious being.” He turns around, striding back to the door.

“Don’t you have things to do?” Jungkook asks, stopping Jimin in his tracks.

He turns back, stuffing his hand in his pocket. “Yeah, I’m heading to the blood bank now to confirm appointments with Mrs. Kim.”

Jungkook clears his throat, taking a step forward. “Who’s scheduled tonight?”

Jimin suppresses his smile. In all the years he’s known Jungkook, he’s never seen him so adamant about a donor. “If you’re wondering if ___ is coming tonight–she is. I confirmed with her separately, and she’s also spending the night.”

Two weeks have gone by since Jungkook saw you last. He enjoyed the impromptu trip to Busan, but with all the dream walking he has done lately, it’s like you never left his side.

As Jimin’s ready to leave, Jungkook stops him with another question. “Any new developments in Daegu?”

“Nope, it’s nothing but crickets there.”

“And you’ll tell me if anything comes up?”

“Have I ever been unloyal to you?” Jimin raises an eyebrow, scanning Jungkook from head to toe. He’s appalled by the question.

Jungkook grins. “You know I’ll have your head if you do.”

“How long have we been friends and you still talk to me like that?” Jimin questions, shaking his head. “I’ll be sure to inform you if anything or anyone shows up,” he says, turning around to leave Jungkook to the secrets hidden behind him.

Friday nights are times to make plans and hang out with friends, but it’s your time to work–that is if one could even call donating your blood to vampires ‘work’. The job was simple and unconventional, and you were happy to see your debt decreasing, thanks to these vamps.

In your eyes, Jimin was truly a gem. He was always texting you and making sure this was something you wanted to do. Growing up, you had to look out for yourself, since no one else was around.

When you pulled up to the gate, you didn’t have to ring the buzzer, it automatically opened, letting you in. Like normal, you pulled into the driveway behind an all-black Rolls Royce. Someone must’ve gotten a new car or there’s a possibility of a new client. Either way, none of that was important because you needed to focus on the task at hand: another round of donations.

Before greeting you, Mrs. Kim patted her mouth with her hankie which displayed crimson red from her coffee mug filled with blood–a typical sight at this point. You wondered why she just didn’t drink from a straw to prevent making a mess.

“You’ll be in room 7 today. Your client’s already inside,” she says, going back to reading her book.

From the basket sitting on the corner of her desk, you grab your buzzer. You’ve done this a few times now, but you figured this is something you’d never get used to.

You’re always curious and at times intimidated when it comes to these appointments, only because you never know what type of vampire you’ll come across. Will they be like Lucas? Someone who can’t control themselves? Or will they be like Jin? Gentle and understanding, the perfect balance of kindness and control with some humor thrown in. You quite liked his unorthodox approach.

As the door creaked open, your tense shoulders dropped and your heartbeat returned to normal when you saw Jimin sitting on the couch awaiting your arrival.

“Finally. I’ve been waiting all day,” he teases.

“Ha-ha, very funny,” you comment, sitting beside him, and setting your bag down. “Why are you booking an appointment with me, anyway? You could probably have my blood whenever you want if you ask nicely.”

Jimin grins. “That’s tempting, but I shouldn’t.”

Your eyebrows knit in confusion. “Why not? Afraid you’ll become addicted or something?”

He lets out a chuckle. “Yeah, something like that.”

The two of you quiet down and you realize that you’ve missed being in Jimin’s presence. He has a demeanor that’s quite different. Jimin’s like a safety net, ready and willing to catch you if you fall. His willingness to provide and protect is something you appreciate. And you’re even more thankful for it now that you’re involved in the world of vampires.

“So, pick your poison: neck or wrist?” you ask, meeting Jimin’s gaze, in which he beams a grin, and your eyes focus on the small chip in his front tooth. A part of you thinks he’ll choose neck because you still remember the first meeting with him and JK, where he bit into that woman.

“You decide,” he answers, taking you by surprise.

Your heart races, and you’re sure Jimin can hear the blood pumping through your veins. It’s never your first choice to be bitten into your neck. You found it rather intimate, especially with the other person being so close, their breath all hot and warm against you, and yet they were only going to draw blood from you and nothing else. But curiosity gets the best of you when your eyes drop to Jimin’s lips. Tilting your head, the natural rosy, plush lips are more intriguing than they should be, and you wonder how soft they’d be pressed against the column of your neck.

“Neck,” you reply, glancing at the vampire before you.

Jimin raises an eyebrow at your unexpected answer. “Are you sure?”

Clearing your throat, you squeak out a ‘yes.’ Turning back to Jimin, you take a deep breath, preparing yourself for another blood donation.

His hand reaches out for yours, gently squeezing it. “Hey—if it’s too much, you can tell me to stop. Okay?” Jimin catches your gaze, ensuring you understand, and you nod in agreement.

Inching closer to him, you strain your neck to the side, waiting for him to pierce into you with his sharp fangs, but Jimin takes his time—he doesn’t dive right in.

“Are you scared my blood tastes bad or something?” You tease to lighten the mood.

It’s quite the opposite, he thinks—well, at least that’s what he’s heard through the grapevine. Jimin ignores your question. “Do you want to see what it looks like?”

His question catches you off guard. “What? You feeding on me?”

He hums. “Aren’t you curious?”

The world of vampires was opening up new fascinations, and you’ve only seen what they’ve shown in the movies and from the interaction you’ve had here at JK’s. What’s the harm, you think?

Curiosity tends to get the best of you, so you agree. You’ve seen Jimin feed on someone but you’ve never seen what you look like being fed on. Your mind goes back to the first time with Lucas and nothing could’ve prepared you for it. 

“I know when to stop, unlike Lucas,” he reassures as you’re contemplating his question.

“And if I die?” Which was a possibility. You knew the risk of getting involved with vampires.

“Then I’ll personally put a stake in myself. There’s an option for your wrist too,” he reminds you.

You answer by standing and walking over to the full-length mirror. Is this what the mirrors are for? So vampires can watch themselves? Was this some kind of kink? You suppose there’s a kink for everything.

Jimin stands behind you, catching your gaze in the mirror. He’s been doing this for a long time and can see the concern in your eyes. “Do you trust me?” he asks, gently stroking the side of your neck.

“I trust you,” you reply, elongating your neck so he can have better access. Your breathing slows, but it’s the opposite for your heart rate—it increases when you see Jimin’s eyes turn dark and veins protrude through his delicate skin. His fangs appear and his nose nudges against the nape of your neck. He inhales the soft floral scent you spritzed on before leaving. Your eyes fall to his lips, thinking about how plush and pillowy they must be. 

His lips ghost over your shoulder before meeting your eyes in the mirror again. “Ready?”

You hum in agreement and expel a single breath, and that’s when Jimin takes the plunge, piercing his fangs into your neck. His soft, plush lips mold against you. You’re lost in a trance, forgetting that you opted to see what feeding on you looked like. The sensation is overwhelming, almost euphoric. Having Jimin feed on you was the complete opposite of Lucas. Maybe it’s because you know Jimin, have had an actual conversation, and most importantly, you trust that he won’t hurt you—get carried away.

With your mouth agape, your eyes focus on Jimin as he’s relishing on you, your blood–the one thing that keeps him alive. Your gaze falls in the mirror, watching yourself lean back onto him for support. Your chest is heaving, breaths have fallen short as Jimin continues feeding on you.

He wraps his arm around the front of your waist, steadying your body. His lips are painted scarlet red when he pulls away from you. “Are you okay? We can take a break if you want.”

Your eyes are glazed over, wandering toward the ceiling and then around the room before meeting Jimin’s gaze. Shaking your head no, you tell him to keep going.

Although vampires aren’t mind readers, they’re keen on reading body language and social cues, and he didn’t want you insensible before him.

He pierces his wrist, holding it up to your lips, encouraging you to feed on him. Vampire blood isn’t the tastiest thing in the world, but you know it’ll quicken your recovery. Without hesitation, you consume his blood, sucking his wrist for a few seconds.

Jimin steps away, retrieving a silver Hershey’s kiss from a bowl beside the sofa. He’s asked Mrs. Kim to provide them whenever you’re scheduled for an appointment. Unwrapping the chocolate, he hands it to you, quickly popping it in your mouth. Sugar always speeds up the recovery, at least that’s what you believe.

“Still not used to this, huh?” He takes a seat and you do the same.

You relish in the rich taste of the milk chocolate and the crunchy almond that’s hidden within. “I don’t think I’ll ever get used to this,” you comment, turning to face Jimin. “How’s my neck?” You’re always worried there’s going to be a mark left behind, but you know there won’t be.

“It looks good as new,” he confirms, lightly trailing his finger along your neck. “If you’re tired, you can rest in your room.”

“My room?” You let out a soft chuckle. “I don’t want to overstay my welcome.”

“You’re not. You’re always welcome here.”

“Do you treat other donors like this?” You raise a brow, wondering if others receive the same treatment.

Jimin shrugs. “It’s different with you.” He stands, playing with the silver chocolate bells in the bowl, avoiding your gaze.

Your eyebrows are knitted, and your lips thinned. “How am I different?”

He clears his throat, regretting the words he’s spoken. “I mean—you’re Ji-na’s friend, so of course, we’re going to treat you like you’re one of us.”

“One of you? You act as if I’m a vampire already.” You wouldn’t be surprised if Ji-na hadn’t been asking Taehyung to turn her already.

“No, no. Let’s keep you human for as long as possible.”

“You say that as if you’re predicting my future.”

Jimin lets out a nervous chuckle. “I might have drained too much blood from you, huh? Should I walk you back to your room?”

Light laughter and chatter fill the hallway as the two of you continue toward your room. Your eyes wander to Jimin’s room and you poke your head in.

“You’re a curious cat, aren’t you?” Jimin asks, standing behind you before walking in.

“Can you blame me?” You shrug with intrigue as you follow him. The world of vampires only existed in film and television—at least until you were introduced to them, all thanks to Ji-na.

Jimin crawls into a reading nook that has been built beside the window. He watches and lets you wander to your heart's content. Your hand lingers from one book to another, seeing if anything catches your interest. One can only assume that being alive for so long can become boring and you’d have to find new hobbies.

“Have you read all these books?” You stop to pull out a modern book cover among the ancient-looking ones. “The Notebook?” With the novel in hand, you turn around to find out Jimin’s answer.

He pushes himself off his seat, strolling over to you. “Why yes, I’ve read all of these—including The Notebook.” He plucks the book out of your hand, returning it to its place. “What’s that phrase? ‘Don’t judge a book by its cover’?” Jimin raises a brow and folds his arms across his chest.

You feel bad because you’re only teasing—you quite liked the book and the movie. Avoiding his gaze, you focus on a nameless brown leather-bound journal jammed in between The Great Gatsby and The Alchemist.

“I’m not judging—as you said, I’m just a curious cat,” you reply as your finger stops on the leather-bound book, ready to pull it out, but Jimin places his hand over yours, blocking you from grabbing it. Your head snaps in his direction, your eyes gleaming and your lips curve into a smile. “And what are you hiding?”

His grip becomes tighter as he pulls your hand away. He grabs the book, tucking it behind his back. “I’m not hiding anything. There are some things I want to keep private.”

“I wonder how many years of secrets you have hidden away.” You mirror Jimin, arms folded and your body is leaning against the bookshelf.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” He raises a brow and sports a smirk, then he backs away, retreating to his reading nook. The leather-bound book is still hidden from view.

You shouldn’t pry, but you know Jimin isn’t the type of person to feed you a string of bullshit. Taehyung definitely would and as for JK—you’re sure he can’t stand the sight of you.

“Can I just ask you one thing?” You take a stride toward him with hands behind your back, trying to seem as innocent as you can.

“Go for it.”

“How did you, Taehyung, and JK all meet?”

Jimin pats the spot next to him. “You should get comfy because it’s a long story.”

1945.

The flickering wrought-iron street lamps illuminate a darkened alleyway. It’s late June, but the intermittent summer rain drenches the pavement along with pockets of puddles.

Five people are in this alleyway—only three are alive.

“What a pity.” The man shakes his head and clicks his tongue at the scene before him.

Jimin and Taehyung look up from enjoying their latest meal, which were two young women they had come across in a bar. They had gotten carried away, taking it further than expected, practically draining every ounce of blood in their bodies.

“You've made such a mess of these poor women.” The man standing before them is unrelenting in his curiosity of the two friends.

“What’s it to you?” Jimin asks, wiping away the blood that has dribbled down his chin.

The man shrugs. “There’s a way to ensure everyone has a good time.”

Jimin and Taehyung both stand, facing the mysterious man of the hour. Most people would be terrified, running for their lives, but not this person—rather, he was giving advice.

Taehyung steps over one of the bodies, strolling towards the man. “You should leave before you get hurt.” He tries his best to intimidate him by standing tall and puffing out his chest, but he recoils when the man doesn’t stand down.

A snicker leaves the man’s lips, placing a hand on Taehyung’s shoulder. “I too, was once a young vampire, but hear me when I say you don’t have to live your life like this.”

Taehyung removes his shoulders from the clutches of the mysterious man and swiftly wraps his hand around the man’s neck, pressing him against the brick wall. The veins around Taehyung’s eyes protrude, fangs on display in an attempt to scare the man further.

What Taehyung doesn’t know is that the mystery man has 100 years on him, and could kill him before he could even say a word.

“Taehyung, don’t be stupid,” Jimin scolds his best friend, walking over to the two men.

Taehyung relents, letting go of the man. He adjusts his tie before reaching for something in his back pocket. He pulls out a wallet and plucks a card, which sits between his index and middle finger. Jimin and Taehyung stare at the man and the card then snatch it out of his hand.

The bunny on the card amuses Jimin. He flips the card over and sees the initials ‘JK’ and a phone number.

“Call me,” the man says. “If you want a job.”

Jimin and Taehyung look on as the man walks away, waving a hand and going on his merry way around the corner. The two briskly follow only to find this ‘JK’ person has disappeared without a trace.

Present Day.

“Has JK always been so mysterious?” You wonder if he’s shared more with Jimin and Taehyung since he’s known them longer—he must’ve because they’re practically at his beck and call.

A light chuckle leaves his lips. “Jungkook is…well…”

“Well, go on, spit it out. You can’t keep a girl guessing.”

“He doesn’t like others prying into his past.”

“Why not?” A slip of your tongue and you want to kick yourself.

“Let’s just say that he’s not the same JK you know now.”

Your eyebrows are knitted, mulling over Jimin’s words. You suppose everyone has skeletons in their closet. Things they’d like to keep hidden. Maybe some secrets are better left unsaid. With immortal life, you can only assume they’ve seen things they want to forget, and done things they regret. Could JK be trying to live a better life now because of his past?

“And what about you?” you ask, propping your hands as you lean back. Jimin’s collection of books gave you a small look into the kind of life he’s led, and you hoped that the two of you could become friends. He’s been kind to look after you during this donation process.

The corner of his lips curved into a smile. “What about me? I’m an open book—mostly.”

You lightly tap your feet on the floor, a lopsided grin on your face. “Open book, hm?” It takes everything in you to not blurt out every single question you’ve had listed since this whole vampire charade began. The questions are endless and you wouldn’t want to bore or annoy him. But if you could only ask him about one thing, it would be about what he’s keeping hidden behind his back.

Jimin scans your face. He raises a brow wondering if you’re going to poke the bear, but you don’t. You recede.

Your lips thin into a smile. “I’ll save my questions for another day. I should head to bed, and I’m sure you have more important things to do.” You stand and Jimin does the same. Turning back, you face him, placing your hands on his shoulders, reaching to place a kiss on his cheek. “Thank you for always taking such good care of me. You don’t know how much it means.”

He’s taken aback by your gesture. If only he could tell you the reasons as to why he feels responsible for you. Maybe your gratefulness would change.

“Have a good night Jimin.” 

Slipping into a pajama set, your mind wanders to tonight’s appointment with Jimin—surprised that he was your client. You figured he would get some perks considering he was in charge of scheduling and keeping the peace within the vampires and their donors. If there was a vampire you’d want to be paired with, it would be Jimin. You can’t pinpoint exactly why you feel connected to him, but you feel as though you have a good friend on your side.

When you slide under the fluffy duvet, the white sheets are cool to the touch—it’s quite pleasing after an appointment. Donation days always brought great anxiety, and even the pep talks on the drive-over became more unconvincing. But once a donation was over with, the adrenaline rushing through your veins was smooth sailing again.

And now you’ve only had more questions to add to your list: What kind of person was JK before you met him? What is Jimin hiding in that book? Should you keep galavanting around with vampires trying to make ends meet? Maybe you’d do a few more months of appointments to save enough and then have Jimin wipe your memories. At least they wouldn’t be all of your memories—just anything about vampires.

But you’ll cross that road when and if that day comes.

So much for saving money because when you had it sitting in your bank account, it looked splendid, especially when there wasn’t a minus sign. Bills? Paid. Spending money? Finally.

You had a few hours to kill before tonight’s appointment and you wanted to check out a candle studio in town. You’ve driven past it many times and always noticed the window display.

The quaint studio was tucked between a coffee shop and a plant store. You made a note to check those out the next time you’re in the area, not realizing this town had such charm.

A bell rang and the door creaked when you pushed it open. Your eyes immediately fell to beautifully decorated shelves with a variety of candles: tapered, pillars, wax melts, and jars. The fresh, clean aroma of the studio filled your nostrils as you analyzed and read through the different labeled candle jars. You whip your head back when you notice a familiar butterfly—it’s almost identical to the one you have tattooed on the nape of your neck. But it’s just a coincidence, right?

“You’ll love the smell of that one—” A woman comments when she sees you eyeing a particular candle. She picks it up, twisting off the black cap, and the scent inhabits your space. Tilting it toward you, she encourages you to smell it.

There’s a soft, sweet floral scent to it. “Mm, you’re right.”

The woman smiles, twisting the cap back on and placing it on the shelf. “I thought you would.”

“Um, I couldn’t help but notice the butterfly on the label. I have a tattoo just like it,” you comment, turning around to point to the nape of your neck.

“Oh.” The woman’s voice falters, and she steps back.

You turn around, watching as her expression changes. “Is everything okay? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

She clears her throat. “No, I apologize. That’s a beautiful tattoo you have. Please let me know if you have any questions about anything.” She runs off, past the counter, and behind a pair of velvet purple curtains.

Confusion sets on your face, and you can’t help but wonder if your tattoo and the butterfly on the label aren’t a coincidence. You chew the inside of your cheek, gazing in the direction of the curtains, unsure what to make of the awkward run-in. There’s not much to do but brush it off, and maybe you’ll check out the other shops next door.

“Oh, I’m so sorry,” you say when you accidentally bump into someone.

Turning around you see a beautiful woman. She looks around the same age as you, with such striking features—her brown almond eyes are dusted with a smoky glam look, and her lips are stained ruby red, her long, dark waves frame her face, as if she walked out of a movie set, even her outfit was sultry and seductive. And you’re sure if she had a partner, they probably worshiped the ground she walked on.

She scans you from head to toe before asking, “Which one do you think my boyfriend will like?” Walking over to you, she picks up the candle the shop owner showed you earlier. “This one or this one?” She picks up another candle next to it.

You can't help but wonder why someone looking like her would be found dead in a place like this—JK's home was far and secluded from observers, and the small town was simply a rest stop. And you’d kill to look like her–especially in a white corset top, black leather wide-leg pants, and heels.

She gives you another look, waiting for an answer, but continues, “My boyfriend is oddly obsessed with candles, and I want to surprise him with something new.” She untwists the lid of the candle with the butterfly label. When she takes a whiff, she ponders, letting the scent invade her nostrils before letting you smell it again.

With another inhale of the candle, you close your eyes, and a faint memory returns–you’re unable to recognize any faces, but you know it’s you and someone else. All you can hear are giggles. All you can feel are arms wrapped around you, and lips giving you kisses on your shoulders.

You open your eyes, taking a step back. “I’m sorry. I have to go.”

The woman raises her eyebrows, mouthing, ‘Okay’, brushing off the interaction with you.

Sprinting out of the candle shop, you race to your car, unlocking the door, and slipping into the driver’s seat, your hands gripping the steering wheel. Blood pumps through your veins like you’re on an adrenaline high.

The imprints of memories only started once you involved yourself with vampires. Could this be a side effect? Could someone be doing something to you? Is this what happens when you drink vampire blood? Maybe it’s something you can ask Jimin.

A knock on your window brings you back to reality. You take your hands off the wheel and roll down your window to find the woman from the shop.

“Can I help you?” Maybe she needed some more recommendations.

She crouches down, handing you the candle from earlier. “Can you give this to my boyfriend for me?”

There must be some kind of mix-up because you don’t even know who she is, nor her boyfriend. “I’m sorry. I think you’ve mistaken me for someone else.”

The woman shakes her head and grins. “No, I haven’t.” She holds the candle out further, waiting for you to take it, and you finally do.

“I don’t understand.”

“Tell JK that it’s from Eden and that I’ll be seeing him soon.”

A lightbulb goes off. Is this JK’s girlfriend? Was she a vampire too?

You swallow and peel your hands away from the wheel, your hand trembling as you hold the candle. You sense the same iciness that you've felt too often from vampire encounters with a mere touch of her hand.

“You’re cute—a bit timid. I can’t possibly see the appeal but who am I to judge,” Eden comments as she scans over you. “You have nothing to be scared of. I won’t hurt you—for now at least.”

You turn to place the candle in the passenger seat and press the ignition button. You roll up your window, preparing to bid farewell to this woman named Eden.

As you reverse, she stands���poised, waving her fingers as she watches you drive off. There’s a sense of relief when she’s out of view from your rearview.

First, the weird brush-off from the shop owner, then an interaction with someone from JK’s past. This isn’t a coincidence, is it? Just how deep did this vampire rabbit hole go?

You feel silly. It’s almost comical. Being afraid of a candle. You side-eye in the direction of it, shaking off the ridiculousness that you’ve concocted in your mind. As the car idly sits in JK’s driveway, you’re not ready to face the man of the house yet. Maybe Jimin could be the messenger and give it to him. Though, you’d hate for this Eden woman to find out that you didn’t personally hand it to JK.

“Why do I have to do it?” you mutter to yourself. With an exasperated sigh, you unbuckle, turn off the car, and then swipe the candle into your hand. A string of curses is grumbled as you slam the door shut.

“Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed today,” JK says, scaring you as he creeps up from behind.

“Jesus Christ!” The hand holding the candle is held against your heart.

“Again, it’s Jungkook—not Jesus Christ.”

You roll your eyes at the cunning vampire standing before you. “Sorry—I can’t help it. You’re always sneaking up on me.”

“It’s not my fault you’re so jumpy,” he says with a snippy attitude as he walks past you.

“Wait—” You sprinted beside him, holding out the candle. He doesn’t say anything, but his pinched expression says it all—like he’s annoyed that you’ve stopped him with this trivial thing. “Someone named Eden wanted me to give this to you, and she said that she’ll see you soon.”

He takes another look at it, then you, ignoring the candle in your hand. “I don’t want it. You can have it.” He walks off without a care in the world like that name didn’t mean anything to him. Maybe things didn’t end well with her and he hates her guts, or it was a toxic relationship and he wants nothing to do with her. JK opens the front door, walking through it, leaving it open for you.

Throwing your hands up, you’re baffled by his dismissal of this supposed gift. You didn’t want it, it wasn’t yours to keep. You trample through the front door and hallway, following him toward his room. Just as you approach, he closes the door, locking it behind him. A puff of air escapes your lips, making a face at the painted black door.

“I’m leaving it out here for you!” You have no clue if he’s heard you, but there was no way you wanted to keep this candle. The fear of this supposed girlfriend was enough for you to not want to be involved. You set it on the ground, and you can see JK’s shadow, pacing around from behind the door.

As if you hadn’t had enough weird interactions today, throw JK’s into the mix too. Were you off your game or was he in a bad mood? Considering the two of you recently spent time together, you thought you chipped away at his hard, mysterious exterior, but perhaps you were wrong.

Tonight’s stroll to the blood bank feels endless. The wind has picked up, and leaves and what seems to be a trail of white daisies are floating and dancing around you. You’ve never seen daisies or flowers being grown around JK’s place, but yet here they were.

It’s quiet when you enter. Normally Mrs. Kim is chatting up a storm with schedule mix-ups but she’s passed out with a book on her chest. Her coffee cup of blood is full and hasn’t been touched. You suppose any job could be boring, even being a receptionist at a vampire blood bank.

There are no other donors except you and you’d get an earful if you decided to wake Mrs. Kim from her slumber. So you lean over, taking a peek at her scribbled calendar to find your name.

___ - Room 2

When you look around the waiting room, there’s something different, almost eerie. A candle on Mrs. Kim’s desk is holding onto its last shred of hope, trying to stay lit. You narrow your eyes to focus on the label—it’s the candle that you left outside of JK’s room. How did it end up here? Maybe Mrs. Kim grabbed it or JK dropped it off.

The fire from the candle danced back and forth but lost its battle and became extinguished. It’s normal, you think, for a candle to die out on its own.

Your hand is ready to turn the knob of Room 2 when your phone buzzes in your back pocket.

Jimin 8:27 PM

All appointments have been canceled for tonight, but you’ll still get compensation. I had to attend to something in Daegu with Taehyung. Feel free to stay the night and leave tomorrow if you’d like.

Turning around, you’re ready to head back to the main house and find something or nothing to do. But white petals from a daisy are littered on the ground and stop you in your tracks. Did you trek them in from outside or did you not notice them from earlier?

Maybe it’s better to go to your room and lock yourself in it until the next morning. You'd drive back home, but you hated how dark it became around here. Plus your sleepy eyes always come at the worst time. So a hot, relaxing bath and curling up in bed seemed like the better option.

Being in a large house shouldn’t be frightening, you think to calm your nerves. Bubbles are plastered onto your skin as you soak in the warm bath. The plinking droplets from the faucet is like white noise distracting you from your thoughts of being alone. With your eyes closed, you’re ready to drift off into dreamland, but you probably shouldn’t fall asleep in the bathtub.

You grasp the chain from the tub stopper and water begins to drain. Water sloshes and splashes as you reach for a towel, and beads of water run down your skin, trickling into it. Your feet press into the tufted coral bath rug which has ‘Let’s get naked’ embroidered in. You giggle at the thought of it because it doesn’t go with any decor in this large house. Maybe someone bought it as a joke—your guess is Taehyung.

The conditions are perfect when you slip under the covers—a fresh set of waffle-patterned pajamas drape your body and fuzzy socks warm your feet. The only thing left is to close your eyes and let your mind drift away.

And you do exactly that.

No one remembers the beginning of a dream. You’re plucked from reality and thrown into the dark abyss of your mind.

Dark clouds loom the expanse of the sky and thunder rumbles with a promise of rain. You’re focused on your shoes and the cherry red that paints it. You look up to see bodies scattered on the ground.

One. Two. Three—No four bodies surrounded by pools of blood in front of you.

There’s a fifth body. Someone is hovering, ravishing its lifeless soul.

The munching and gulping fill your ears as you approach. It’s when you crouch down beside them, you realize who the person is.

“JK?”

He snaps his head in your direction. The veins around his red eyes protrude, and his mouth is stained with his victim’s blood. He tucks his legs and feet as he kneels with his hands in his lap.

“Are you okay?” You knit your eyebrows together, and a trembling hand reaches for his shoulder, but he moves away.

JK shakes his head. “You shouldn’t be here. It’s not safe.”

“Just—come back with me, it’ll be okay.” You attempt to grab his arm but he resists and pushes you away.

“No, it’s not okay. I’m not a good person—look at me. I’m a monster. I can’t stop killing people.”

“JK—please. We’ll figure something out,” you plead.

“It’s cute you think that you can help him.”

You whip your head around to find Eden.

“Come on, baby,” Eden says, pushing you out of the way, and making you fall to the ground. She grabs ahold of JK by the arm, linking hers to his. “You need to get out of this little funk. Who cares if you can’t remember your past? Think of the future we can build together!”

JK reluctantly trails alongside Eden. He looks back with tear-filled eyes. But you have a feeling you shouldn’t try to take on Eden. It would only get you a one-way ticket to the morgue.

You watch as the two disappear into the distance, and the inevitable rain releases its downpour on you. As you turn around, there are piles upon piles of bodies—all drained of their blood. You cover your mouth and your heart’s racing. Did JK kill all of these people? Is this what he meant when he said he’s a monster?

The uneasiness of the dream awakens you. The hair on your body stands frozen by the mental image of the piles of bodies. It’s just a dream, a figment of your imagination, a thought that’s been buried deep and has now resurfaced.

You’re sure that at one point or another JK has killed more than he’s wanted, but it’s in a vampire nature. It’s what they’re meant to do. Maybe the JK you encountered in your dream was full of remorse and regret. At least, that’s what you suspected.

But dreams can bring out one’s deepest desires or darkest fears, and maybe becoming a sinner who couldn’t be brought back to reality was JK’s.

✨ next chapter ~ the 200

#jungkook fanfic #jungkook fic #jungkook x reader #jungkook x y/n #bts fic #bts fanfic #bts x reader

[stealingyourbones]

Joker had made deals before with such creatures, a part of why he was able to get away with the shit he has pulled without much consequence to himself.

Many deals made, many more to make!

“You summoned the literal King of the Infinity Realms to barter for…a blimp in the shape of your head?”, bright toxic green eyes stared him down, a flash of something in them before the child smiles at him, “a contract…a piece of you at your death?”

Boy didn’t know how to make a deal! Jokers soul was already been bought out by other beings, there was no worry about that, and with other contracts in place nearly guaranteed he would simply pop back into life to continue his path of insanity.

“Sounds like a plan spooky!”

The next time Joker came close to death, it was waking to flames, screams…and slight humming…

The first two was expected, the return of the child in the living world inside a burning warehouse was not, said child was simply sitting on crate, uncaring of the inferno that raged around him.

Toxic eyes shining through the smoke, smile wide to show off the rows of shark like teeth, “A deal is a deal, Joker, a piece of you at your death…”

There was a witty reply on the clowns tongue but all that escaped was a mumble, his tongue seemed fine as it the back of his teeth…and his mouth…his mouth that wasn’t opening. Hands scrambling across his face only to come across smooth skin where his lips should be.

“The city really takes it time answering emergencies, huh, might be to late for your next death…we can play spin the wheel next time to see what I take next or do you have any suggestions, come on, you can tell me. After all, there are going to be so many more chances to play before someone takes your soul permanently.”

Joker being tormented by Danny at a cat and mouse like chase is great. Danny just bapping the Clown Prince of Crime around and making the Joker suffer whenever he’s remotely close to death.

Eventually The Joker something, anything to take his soul other than The Ghost King. One issue: Danny marked the Jokers soul as his claim, and no other extradimensional being wants to fuck with the Ghost King’s prey.

#danny phantom #dp x dc #dc comics #dpxdc #writing prompts #dp x dc prompt #bones replies #anon

[yandere-romanticaa]

song inspiration. // icon credit.

❝ 𝐈 𝐀𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐆𝐎𝐃 ...

What does one do when the omen of death hovers above them at all times? Be it day or night, there was no escaping the clown.

He would often visit you in your chambers, a silly smile on his face and he would often bring some props or toys with him, to kill the silence you know? Nikolai was unpredictable as the wind and you gave up trying to reason with him ages ago.

For a man who claims to be free like a bird, he was definitely shackled by his everlasting loyalty to Fyodor.

There were times when you would allow a tiny speck of courage to overtake your heart which gave you the will and strength to question the clown. Bit by bit your questions became bolder and bolder but Nikolai would give you either impossible riddles, half truths or even downright lies if he saw fit. Countless hours were spent with him in your room, his body draped over yours as he would talk and talk but he liked it when you talked too.

Even his own humanity shined ever so slightly in the rare occasions when his clown mask would slip.

"Everything I do, is for the greater good." he would say, his tone uncharacteristically soft as his hand would reach out for your cheek, his fingers just shy from actual contact.

"However." he continued, his voice much sharper now.

"If Fyodor catches you, there is nothing I can do!~ Him and I are partners and partners tell everything to each other, don't they?"

He would revert back to his clownish attitude in a matter of seconds, long gone was that moody and somber look in his eye as his goofy and playful demeanor would return at lightning speed.

You weren't even sure if he was human to begin with.

That is why you needed to get away.

... 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈 𝐀𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐎𝐓. ❞

"You have nowhere to run."

He was right, as per usual. It was infuriating how weak you were next to him, no matter what you tried to do, no matter how hard you tried to fight back Fyodor somehow always managed to be ten steps ahead of you. With your racing heart and dazed head it was hard to focus on anything other than him but Fyodor did nothing but stare, his purple eyes shining with complete glee as he no longer bothered to hide the smirk he held in for oh so long. Your escape attempt while it may be futile it was also oddly...

Cute.

Yes, that's the word, cute. The man hardly ever used such trivial words to describe the things he held in high regard but really, this entire situation was just too cute even for a demon like him.

Every step he took, every plan he made and every person he killed - it was all for his endgame. He wasn't quite sure how to fit you into the mix just yet but that didn't matter to him. He will force you to fit into his puzzle, he will craft everything with his own two hands from scratch because that is just the kind of man he is.

A cruel, merciless one. A killer.

He made sure to engrave that deep into your mind and soul at every possible opportunity.

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[daytaker]

hii hellooo, may i request brothers with a clown core mc? their outfits most often being very colorful but their personality being the opposite? like somewhat cold and very blunt, not talking much and if talking then it’s about something mildly disturbing like murder investigations or an odd fascination with deadly diseases stuff like that

sorry that it’s extremely specific and thank you regardless _(┐「ε:)_

Clown Anon MCs - [ Clowncore MC | Death-Fixated Science Geek MC | LeVeyan Satanist MC ]

When you first arrived, no one was sure what to think. They looked you over. Your pink hair, your cyan shorts. A yellow T-shirt and rainbow suspenders. Gaudy makeup and adorable pink tennis shoes. Beaded bracelets and necklaces and colorful tights.

And a box of smokes in your back pocket.

"Welcome to the House of Lamentation," Lucifer says, gesturing grandly at the stately mansion ahead of you.

You say nothing. Instead, you pull out a cigarette and a lighter. Taking a drag, you lazily gaze at the house, then back at your host, who looks disgusted.

"Make sure you only do that outside," he says, nodding to the box of cigarettes in your hand.

You blow a puff of smoke in his face and start walking to the door, completely ignoring the sounds of Lucifer struggling to contain his rage.

"Why's it called that?" you finally ask as you stop at the front doors. "'House of Lamentation'?"

Lucifer, having composed himself by now, steps up beside you. "This is a replica of a house from the human world," he explains. "In it, an entire family was murdered; the parents, the servant, and six of their seven sons. The seventh--"

"Ohhh. This is the Sutton house," you say, nodding.

"Excuse me?"

"The Sutton house. Massachusetts, 1923. Elijah Sutton, oldest of seven sons, runs into the local tavern screaming that his servant killed the whole family and himself. Most folks today think it was Elijah who really did it. I know I do."

You take one more drag from your cigarette, then drop it on the ground and put it out with the heel of your shoe.

"So this is their house, huh? Sick."

---

It's breakfast on your second day in the Devildom. You took extra time to apply your godawful makeup this morning, and you're sure it shows, because the brothers keep glancing at you as if they're not quite sure what they should say.

"You talk to them, Mammon," mumbles Satan. "You're their babysitter."

"Ah... ahem." Mammon casts a glare at his brother, then looks at you. "So, uh... Human." You stare at him with a dead-eyed expression that seems to unnerve him even more. "...We're goin' to RAD today, and there's a couple a things you should know." You continue staring.

Mammon looks to his brothers for help, but they all avoid eye contact. "Uhhh... Just... try not to get eaten, 'kay? Lucifer'll be pissed if you die on my watch."

"Do demons eat people?" you ask. "Like, raw?"

"Sometimes! So don't mess around with 'em, got it?"

"That's gotta be messy as fuck."

"It is!"

"You got any photos?"

"....Eh?"

---

"So I get that you're the seven deadly sins," you say to Satan, sprawled out in an armchair in the library, "but like... is that all you guys got here?"

Satan, who had been minding his own business and innocently reading a book of curses, looks irritated. "Is that all of what?"

"I dunno. Bad shit shaped like people." You shrug. "Like, you got the Four Horsemen or somethin'?"

"Of course not," Satan snaps. "That would be ridiculous."

You shrug. "Embodiment of plague? Too ridiculous to believe. Embodiment of wrath? Well, obviously that's a thing."

---

"You have to make pacts with Lucifer and his brothers," Belphie urges you through the door. You stare at him, then take a drag from your cigarette. As long as Lucifer is occupied in the music room with that weird record, you're going to break every rule in this damn house.

"How am I supposed to do that? Am I gonna split up my soul Horcrux style? Give everybody a slice?"

Belphie stares at you for a few seconds. You don't realize how badly he wishes he could kill you in this moment. "Are you going to help me or not?"

You shrug. "What do I get out of it?"

He blinks at you in utter bewilderment. "You... make me happy?"

You stare at him. He stares at you. You stare at him. He continues to stare at you.

You head back down the stairs.

#clowncore #clowncore mc #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me swd #obey me mammon #obey me satan #obey me lucifer #obey me belphie #lucifer #satan #mammon #belphie #daytaker fanfic #obey me headcanons #dthc #hcs #ask response #anon #obey me mc #obey me writing #i hope this is what you were asking for anon #i think it's appropriately silly

[shibusawaz]

please dni if you:

are a clown

are a jester

are any sort of whimsical, silly, goofy, rambunctious, lollygagging, mischievous person

engage in tomfoolery

feel a lack of delight on your heavenly throne

wish you were a bird

feel trapped by your own sense of morality

are a bird in a cage

have the ability to use your coat to manipulate spaces and what comes out of then

want to play a word game

want to give me a quiz

want to give me a pop quiz

juggle me to safety while I am falling to death

want to kill your best friend

he stared into your very soul

have a homoerotic friendship with a Russian man

want to kill your best friend

want to kill people in order to free yourself from the cage of morals

are friends with a Russian man

broke into prison to kill your best friend

forced me to break into prison with you

are going to kill me after you are done using me for your schemes

like pierogi

like birds

are 26 years old

#what possessed me to do this? nothing #bungou stray dogs #sigma #sigma bsd #nikolai gogol

[spacexseven]

Thinking about a lil au idea of DOA or Rats of the House of the dead being basically your cult in the god reader idea.

Of course, the other “members” of the cult don’t see you in that much of a big light as Fyodor does (he’s the only one to be THAT devoted to you, really). But they are still members, and little by little they just

Start to like the idea wholeheartedly.

(I love the god reader idea so much it has me in a chokehold rn)

!! anime only's, you have been warned! the following includes spoilers for 2/3 of the unknown (as of now) members of the doa, and other stuff involving the doa.

i'm not writing for kamui 'cos this was a little long as it was. also am sticking w doa 'cos im more comfortable writing for nikolai, sigma and my little vampire rockstar :^^

cw: its kind of a cult, yandere themes (near the end)

you had always known that the rats were only the beginning of fyodor's reign.

and maybe he knew that too—you could hear the soft smile in his voice when he asked you if you thought that the decay of the angel was a better-suited name for an organization that would carry out his plans and catalyze the great destruction you always said he would bring. you don't grace him with an answer, though even you have to agree that it was a name that, once uttered, could unsettle the bravest souls and fill them with trepidation. it was a fitting choice; symbolic, powerful, and ominous.

if anything, the other members were just as unpredictable and unnerving as fyodor was to you once. nikolai was the first you met. you later learned that he went against fyodor's words to come see you, seized by curiosity. bitterly, you realized that the reason why he stared at you so much was because he was studying you, like one would an insect. you almost wanted to seize some of that divine order you had and strike him down for being so blatant about his interest. but when you thought about how fyodor could never look you in the eyes, and how lonely it was as his god, you found yourself taking a liking to the eccentric clown.

there was a side to him, however, you're not sure you like at all. bloodied hands and a wicked grin to match, when anyone else seeks your time. fascination that was both lustful and violent in nature, and a possessive grip that didn't seem to let go of you.

"time for a quiz!" nikolai exclaims, "will the decay of the angel succeed?"

"of course," a wry smile plays at your lips, "who else has a god on their side?"

he laughs in response, loud and uninhibited. it's the most noise that's ever filled your room

sigma was a mystery that had too many missing pieces to be solved. a part of you could sympathize with him, having lost your own self to the blurred-together years and the exhaustion that came with being the only one with your level of sentience. however, you don't let yourself think about the book fyodor had used to create sigma, and what it meant to you. there are some things, you decide, that are best kept to yourself. some things that fyodor should never learn about.

sigma, in your first meeting, was slightly awkward; a perfectly natural response, but not in awe of your presence, not like fyodor. his voice was firm, but not unkind, and his words were respectful, but not...obedient. it was perfect.

in sigma, you found an unlikely friend. he told you about the mundane happenings in the outside world; a customer caught cheating, an employee that struggled to keep up, all the paperwork that was involved in the running of a casino in the sky. these things, as compared to your daily life, were nothing of the sort you would care about, but you listened all the same. regardless, you could tell sigma appreciated the sentiment.

you, however, don't appreciate his strange habits. recently, you think, he's been acting a little too much like fyodor. as much as you liked sigma for the natural ease that you felt by his presence, you couldn't brush off the ominous feeling that came with sigma seeking you out more and more. you start feeling like he's looking for validation of some kind from you, one you didn't wish to provide in fear that he may find this an encouragement. he reaches out for your hand often, something you might find amusing if not for the way his hand trembles.

"are you planning to leave?" nikolai, knowing the fool, must have said something to scare sigma.

"no," you say simply, "not yet."

"so you will leave," sigma frowns. you've seen that look directed to many a clumsy employee and messy files, but never to you. it's almost frightening, "don't you like it here?"

"besides, i..." he stops himself, "dostoevsky won't let you go. and...i don't want you to either. you should stay. we take care of you too, don't we?

unlike most people, you weren't surprised to see bram stoker. though in your memory, he was a lot more...whole and formidable of an opponent. more than that, you remembered him as a man turned into a monster that brought unimaginable destruction because of an ability he never asked for. it was a strange reminder of how much had really changed over the years. now, he seemed sullen, and defeated; it was a depressing sight.

now, he was exhausted. you could tell he didn't want to be here, with the decay of the angel. you could also tell that something was terribly wrong with the sword that was inside him and the pained look in his eyes. fyodor tells you of a kamui when he brings the coffin in, and just by the current state of bram and the utterance of his name, you know already you would not get along with him.

bram doesn't ask you questions, not about why you were here, or what you were doing for all those years. he doesn't explain his situation, and you don't pry. you can put the pieces together by yourself, and when it dawns on you what the kamui planned to do with bram, you realize that there were greater evils than fyodor.

there's a silent solidarity between you and bram, perhaps stemming from being something non-human. you get him the radio he's always wanted, insist that he be allowed to converse with you more often, and so on. these days, bram talks more, and it almost feels like you're talking to an old friend. bram's lived through some, though not most, of the things you have, and he remembers what nobody else does. you wonder, one day, if the two of you could have been friends had you met a lot earlier, and if you hadn't brushed off the news about the vampire ability user the first time. when you voice this out to him, bram has the most adorable reaction. your words make his eyes widen and, stupified, cause him to awkwardly change the topic, fumbling over his next few words.

ah, now you really wish you went to see him earlier.

it's that odd sensation of having a friend, caring for another, that urges you to offer your help to bram. you tell him you can get him out of here, out of the mortal angels' grasp; somewhere safe. you say you can help him regain his former state, help him survive within the shadows of humanity, like you had before. kamui, fyodor, or the doa; nothing will be able to stop you if you really wanted to make it happen, regardless of how complacent you were now.

at the very least, you thought, he might be pleased. grateful. maybe not elated, but, at the very least, relieved. instead, bram looked shocked. you can't tell if the idea horrifies him because he doesn't think you can do it, or because he believes that the decay of the angel was the only connection you had to him. perhaps he thought that saving him, freeing him, would also mean removing yourself from his life. you almost felt bad—you were very likely bram stoker's only friend in his miserable life.

still, you're not quite sure what to think when he extends his stay and starts contemplating, seriously, to cooperate with kamui. you can't wrap your mind around why he'd want to stay, and the possible loss of so many lives as a result unsettles you deeper than it does him, but he's steadfast in his decision. he tells you, with an unfamiliar tinge of scorn, that he was tired of trying to protect people, when all they did was try to kill him.

"if you're so sure, i suppose i'll have to stay here with you." concern weighs heavily on your mind, but more than that, suspicion lingers.

bram smiles, then, and seemingly relaxes in his coffin. an uncomfortable feeling seizes your chest. how had you not noticed?

#yandere bungo stray dogs x reader #yandere bsd x reader #yandere bungou stray dogs #yandere bungo stray dogs #yandere bsd #yandere bungou stray dogs x reader #bungou stray dogs x reader #bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs x reader #yandere fyodor dostoevsky #yandere fyodor x reader #yandere fyodor #yandere x reader #bsd x god reader #yandere nikolai x reader #yandere nikolai gogol #yandere sigma #yandere sigma x reader #yandere bram stoker #yandere bram x reader #nikolai gogol x reader #nikolai x reader #nikolai bsd #bram stoker x reader #bram x reader #sigma x reader #sigma bsd #god reader 🐟 #bsd 🐟

[murder-cookie-dust393]

Ok everyone is on a shadow milk train so might as well submit a shadow milk thing....I can submit other stuff later.

Shadow milk x reader....after reader had a terrible nightmare and wakes up, upset...shadow milk can comfort em and cheer em up...aaaand possibly help them go back to sleep.

I should be doing my older requests but fuck it- I want some of this shit

I have no fucking idea if Shadow Milk even sleeps since his soul is locked away and all, but we'll just say he does.

Tw: mention of trauma, clown music

You wake up in the middle of the night, shaking slightly. What you had just gone through? Those memories, those terrible memories. They all kept repeating in your mind, stabbing you over and over again with the same blade of trauma. You feel movement beside you, a grumble coming the jester.

"What's wrong?" He turned his head to face you, his eyes less vibrant than they are in the daytime. He reached out to grab your hand, briefly glancing at it. "You're shaking again." He reached out his other arm to hold you close. His voice sounds a bit croaky from sleeping, but comforting compared to the screams of your nightmare.

"You're fine. You're no longer in that treacherous place, dearie. No one can give you a fright, except me. Your one and only clown." He poked a few jokes to lighten the mood, and it worked. A little. You feel yourself coming back to your body, no longer in that dream world. You put your head on his shoulder, staring up at the ceiling.

"Shadow Milk..." You mumble, still a bit lost in your thoughts.

"Shush. Don't waste your time thinking. Just remember I am here. You should focus on me instead." His words might seem mean or ignorant, but you could tell he meant well. He wants to be there for you. He wants to distract you from your mind of swirling agony.

He starts to lightly hum, and you immediately recognized it. It was The Entry of the Gladiators. The most iconic clown song on earth. You almost wanted to laugh. He holds your tighter, practically squishing you to his side.

"Go to sleep. We can clown around in the morning my dearest." He continues to hum the silly song, making it seem like it was a lullaby for you.

Perhaps it was. He is your clown after all. You feel weight on your eyes. You can't resist the pull of slumber. You fell asleep in silence, his crazy self now the topic of your mind.

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I wrote this in like 30 minutes so I apologize if it's a bit messy. But hey, having fun is more important.

I love how I try to make a softer post- which always ends in some form of shitpost.

If you don't what The Entry of the Gladiators is go search it up. I'm 100% sure you'll recognize the song.

(da da da-da-da da-da)

- Celina

#cookie run #cookie run x reader #cookie run kingdom #crk #crk x reader #shadow milk cookie #shadow milk cookie x reader #cookie run kingdom x reader

[galaxycunt]

I Dream Of You

The Punk Buggy fic 😎 just for u my friends @gayafsatan @gingernut1314 @hey-august @rorywritesjunk @operationroots

Modern AU kinda

Let us all think back on the time of hooking up at a show with sticky floors and your ears left ringing for a few days after.

You wouldn’t admit it to a single soul, but you had a crush on Buggy. He was the kind of guy you couldn’t miss in a crowd, you weren’t sure if you’d even recognize him without his clown get up. Sometimes he’d even dress like a pirate, he was a funny guy. Buggy the Clown.

He’d never notice you though, people gravitate towards a guy like that, not someone like you. So tonight, you watched him like always. At point in the night he lost the big red clown nose he always wore, currently on his hands and knees looking for the damn thing while one of his friends held up their phone for a light.

You saw it though, you could be the hero. Before the woman next to you could step on the nose, or your hands, you grabbed it. You felt a cold sweat, you had your chance. Did he know you? You knew the band that opened, surely that wasn’t too weird to bring up?

“Hey! Buggy!”

He flashed a smile, prancing over to you, “holy shit. Thanks!”

“I’m uh,” you were more flustered than you realized.

“What?”

You repeated your name, shouting into his ear. He nodded with a smile, motioning you for a drink. You second guessed the way you nodded as you two navigated your way to the kitchen.

“Let’s go outside,” he said.

This was so fast, you almost couldn’t believe it.

“I’ve seen you around, you live here?”

“Nah, my friend does. They’re the opener.”

“Oh shit! That’s cool!”

You nodded, thinking of the best thing to say as he smoked and drank.

“I know you, Buggy. I really dig the costume.”

“It’s my uniform.”

“Oh is it? That’s so cool, man.”

He laughed, “yeah I can make balloon animals. I juggle too.”

“That’s so fucking cool! Wait, like anything? Can you juggle, uh, sticks?”

He laughed, picking up three random sticks in the yard to juggle. A few people turned to watch, but he only focused on you if not the sticks in the air.

You applauded, “see that’s why clowns are hot.”

He cocked his head, “what’d you say?”

You blushed, “clowns are fun. I never got the whole they’re scary thing. They’re funny.”

He only smiled, letting a comfortable silence fall as you listened to the band from outside. You wracked your brains for conversation starters, you didn’t think you’d get this far.

“Would you like another beer?”

“Yes, please.”

“Stay put.”

You locked eyes with a friend, nodding in approval. This was so embarrassing, everyone was gonna know by the end of the night. You looked at your friend again.

“Fuck him,” they mouthed.

Did he wanna fuck you? Should you try?

“For you,” he bowed, holding out a can.

“Thanks.”

“Least I can do, you saved my nose.”

“Where’s Richie?”

He had a small cat on a leash sometimes, the only other time you’ve talked to Buggy was to pet his cat.

“He’s getting old, left him at home for some peace.”

“Aw, I love that little cat. He’s so good.”

“Well maybe you can come over, meet him.”

“I-I’d love that.”

Buggy stared at you a beat before speaking, “can I kiss you?”

“Yes.”

Why he wanted to do that, you’ll find out later. Right now, all your brain focused on was his lips on yours.

“So why are clowns hot?”

You flushed, “o-oh. My god, uh. It’s kinda like a mask but not? I can get all messy when we make out?”

He raised his eyebrows, “interesting. I like it.”

You tried to shrug nonchalantly, “yeah, man. I like what I like.”

“You’re cute, you know that?”

You smiled so brightly at him, he seemed to love it.

“Come on, you say this is your friend’s house?”

“Yeah.”

He smiled, “so they won’t mind if we discussed this more inside?”

Your heart skipped a beat as he led you towards the upstairs bathroom. He rubbed your back, your hand flew to your cheeks to cover the burning you figured was too obvious at this point.

Before you could say a word, he pushed you against the door, teeth grazing your lips and your ears. Instinctively, you spread your legs, arms holding you steady on his shoulders.

“Do the gloves make it hotter or do you want it off?”

You thought about it, “off. The nose too.”

He laughed into your kiss, squeezing your thighs before he fumbled around with your jeans. You could barely think, you hoped the music was loud enough, the line outside not forming too long.

Would it be too cheesy to say anything? Your hands dropped to roam under his shirt, the cool metal of his piercings under your warm skin sent a hiss escaping his mouth. Your glided your palms against him again, he bit your lip in thanks.

Buggy shoved your pants down, dipping a finger inside you. You couldn’t stay as quiet as you wanted to, bucking your hips into his hand as he fingered you.

“Fuck me, buggy. Oh shit.”

“Beg for it.”

“Please, oh fuck. Please.”

You watched yourself in the bathroom mirror getting fucked, Buggy was only focused on your pleasure. You only had a few moments before someone would really know what you two were up to in here, he thrusted faster and faster.

“Fuck anyone outside, let them fucking hear it.”

You moaned hoarsely as you came around his cock. Buggy mumbling in your ear as his thrust became erratic.

“Fuck, I always wanted to fuck you. Fucking shit.”

You let him fill you up, he didn’t pull out as he caught his breath. He splashed his face with water, looking at the two of you in the mirror.

“Picasso.”

“Shut up, jerk,” you smiled.

You cleaned up the best you could, with Buggy stealing kisses the entire time.

You pretended you were in there puking, looking sick as he slung his arm around you. You were really dehydrated, you wanted to sleep.

“Lemme take you home, go see Richie.”

You nodded, “yeah.”

Buggy smiled at himself before speaking, “make you honk like a real clown.”

To him, the shove you gave him was worth it.”

#one piece #buggy the clown #buggy x reader #buggy x you

[wally-darling-hyperfixation]

Welcome Home , Darling! : Human Wally Darling x GN Puppet Reader

Shout out to @chronicbeans for advice and @stonesgirlfriend for like saying this idea and making it reality. So the plot is you are on the role of what Wally was and Wally is the human role. The story is starting as you are heading to start an Episode of Your vErSion of WELCOME HOME. Enjoy! Art is by Clown . Main creator of Welcome Home. I just wanted to show what Wally looks like for those who may not know

Y/n= your name

H/s= hairstyle

F/f= favorite fruit

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It was just another day in the neighborhood for (y/n) as they walk around the neighborhood smiling as wide as ever. Today they had a filming of their show Welcome Home. Though they are the only ones who know about it. All their Neighbors don’t realize that they are viewed. Just (y/n) and Home. Ever since (y/n) moved into Home, they became more aware and know their are others besides the neighborhood and enjoys the attention. So they go to their favorite spot in the neighborhood. They look straight ahead and smile wide and say “Welcome Home, Neighbor! So lovely to see you on this fine day!”

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Wally Darling was sitting in his living room paper thrown all around , his usually styled hair a mess. He was having artist block. All of his drawings were just not the most. He sighed as he flipped on the tv hoping to find inspiration from shows on his television. He sighs kicking his papers in frustration as he flips channels until he sees this colorful opening with “WELCOME HOME”. He stops his flipping , interested in it. Like it drew him in. Maybe it was the artist in him but he watched the show. This puppet with (h/s) and a poofy colorful shirt with bell bottom jeans looks at the camera and says “Welcome Home ,Neighbor! So lovely to see you on this fine day!” It was like the character was talking to him. He liked their style so he took out his sketchbook and started to draw. The character discussed about a problem they were having in the neighborhood. How they and their best friend Barnaby has taken cookies from this character named Poppy and how they are having trouble admitting it was them. He watches as the puppet interacts talking to Barnaby and asking their neighbors such as another character named Julie and Eddie for advice. Every time he looked up the character may have been talking to someone else but they always seemed to be staring at him. It kind of felt weird to him. Like his soul was being stared at. He shivered and bit into his apple. Soon the character and Barnaby admit to Poppy they took cookies and Poppy forgives them saying next time to ask . The main character , whose name is (y/n) smiles and says thanks and says bye to their friends heading home. In front of their doorstep now, they look to the viewers , eyes wide and smiling . Smiling so creepily. “Thank you so much , Neighbor for helping out on todays problem. I hope to see y’all again …… real soon! Good night ,my Darlings!” The character says smiling wide and waving entering Home and closing the door. Wally shivers feeling as though they were specifically saying that to him as the credits roll. He may have been freaked out but he felt drawn to the show. Like it was part of him. Turning off the tv, he heads to get ready for bed hoping to watch more tomorrow , it looked like he found a muse.

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(Y/n) smiles as they enter home. Really excited , they say “Oh Home! I think I finally found someone who will be perfect for the neighborhood.” They sit at the kitchen and stare at their (f/f) bites being taken out of the fruit. “He is so handsome with caramel skin and blue hair. He was drawing me, Home! Me!! I can’t stop thinking about him. He is just like the best!” (Y/n) gushes over the fellow they saw today. Home creaks and squeaks in response. “Ohhhh. So I should bring them here if I like them that much. What a great idea home!! Let’s hope they want to stay forever and ever unlike our old neighbors.” They look toward the door that was to the basement no one but them and Home know about. (Y/N) walks over to their own television and starts fiddling with it making the tv where they live and where Wally lives turn onto a static channel. “Alright Home. I’m off to get me a man.” They laugh as they step through the television entering the human world. “Woooo still not use to that feeling,” they say as the pat there pants and start searching for Wally. They search the living room and the kitchen. They went to the bathroom amused and loving the art all around . They finally come to a bedroom door painted to look like an apple. They chuckle and open the door slowly as not to alert the sleeping Wally. (Y/n) heads over to Wally and picks him up . Him being in deep sleep and their softness helped in not awakening. They walk to the tv and smiling wide , whisper to the sleeping Wally. “Welcome home, Darling.” Entering the tv and going home.

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Thank y’all so much. I do hope you like it. It’s been a while since I wrote. I’ll probably edit it. *whispers* check the tags . Also. If you want me to write something. Just ask. I’m willing to new ideas. Thank y’all again for reading

Big question y’all: are my asks open. I honestly don’t know. Let me know

#wally darling x reader #look for secret message #single caps #welcome home #welcome home fandom #welcome home x y/n #welcome home x reader #wally darling