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lovelytsunoda · 7 months

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mr. ghostface // lance stroll

summary: a trip to spirit halloween with her husband plants an idea in lance's head that he can't quite shake. knowing how stressed his beloved has been lately, he just wants them to have a little bit of spooky and festive fun.

pairing: lance stroll x wife! reader

warnings: straight up p*rn guys, idk what to tell you. there’s some light roleplay, but it’s done in a very playful and loving way so it’s not too intense, a few brief mentions of anxiety, two people that are truly madly and deeply in love with each other. i am going to hell for this.

authors note: i really like this one because it gave me a chance to play around with two people exploring the kinkier side of their relationship in a fun, lighthearted and carefree way, a way that works for them so they can experience the best of both worlds sexually. i had a lot of fun with this one, and now all I need is a lance in my life :)

there were few stores that y/n stroll loved more than spirit halloween. even now; as a married adult woman, there were few things she thought she could enjoy more on a fall afternoon than walking through the halloween store with her husband, a mcdonalds milkshake in one hand and her beloveds hand in the other.

lance was having the time of his life, delighting in scaring the bejesus out of his wife using the pedals that activated the animatronics. she would always jump, and clutch his arm for dear life, even if she partially knew what was coming.

wife. husband. neither of them would ever tire of calling the other, even after one year of marriage. lance was always saying things like “I’d like you to meet my wife”, or “have you met my wife yet” whenever he met someone new or reconnected with an old friend in the paddock.

their relationship seemed to have never left the honeymoon stage, bursting at the seams with love.

“babe, babe!” lance gushed, fumbling to get a hanger off the display wall. he held up the red costume corset, dangling limply off a plastic hanger. with his other hand, he grabbed the sequinned devil ears hanging above it. “you would look so fucking hot in these.”

she blushed, choking on her milkshake. “lance! outside the house? no fucking way, I’m not that bold.”

“you don’t have to wear it outside. in fact, i was hoping you’d wear it somewhere else. somewhere a little more…intimate.” lance hummed, his hands now resting on her waist, the corset back on the display wall as he pressed a kiss to her forehead.

“baby, i don’t even think that would fit me. that’s way too small for my ribcage, much less my boobs.” she laughed, slipping her free hand into lances back pocket and resting her head against his bicep.

lance chuckled, kissing her hairline again before reaching to the wall and grabbing a plastic mask. “oh, what about this?” he laughed, slipping the scream mask over his head and turning to his wife.

“whats your favourite scary movie?” he rasped, before breaking out into laughter. “come on, babe! we could be ghostface and casey!”

she laughed, trailing her finger up lances chest before yanking the mask off his head. he pouted playfully, and she laughed before she kissed him gently.

“absolutley not:”

“oh, I’m getting the mask.” lance insisted, taking the plastic from her.

she shrugged, taking another sip of her drink. she didn’t really care if lance bought the mask or not, she just wanted their couple costume to be a little classier than a fictional serial killer and his first victim.

“it’s your money.”

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she sat at the living room desk two afternoons later, finding her attention span increasingly reaching it's breaking point as her bleary eyes wandered away from her laptop screen and towards the picture window, watching the changing leaves on the trees outside. everywhere around her, fall was settling in on the quebec countryside.

"babe!" lance's voice carried from their bedroom. "are you busy? i wanna show you something!"

technically, she was busy. she had a big project due at work, but she was practically begging the universe for a distraction at this point. closing her laptop, she pushed herself back from the table and started walking through the ranch house. the tile floor was cold against her bare feet as she passed through the kitchen, poking her head down the hallway in hopes of finding her husband.

"lance?"

she heard a closet door opening behind her, and when she turned around, she jumped, shriek piercing the air.

"you and that goddamn mask."

lance laughed, face hidden behind the white plastic ghostface mask. "sorry, babe. couldn't resist."

after her initial shock faded away, she realized that aside from the black silk pajama pants on his lower half, the mask was all that her husband was wearing.

"please don't kill me, mr. ghostface." she pouted, wrapping one slender leg around her lover's, running a hand up his bare chest, feeling every muscle and ridge. "i wanna be in the sequel." she wanted to kiss him, but with the mask, that would be hard, so she settled for gently kissing his collar bone. "what's all this for?"

lance raised an arm, pushing the mask off his face. “you’ve been really stressed lately. the other day, i watched you worry about the health implications of having onion rings with your sandwich because you were worried you haven’t been eating well this month.”

and that was true: she had been more anxious than usual, and her intrusive thoughts had been much more pervasive. she’d been trying to get back into a routine, following stretching videos on YouTube and going for walks, trying new recipes. but she was still having trouble falling asleep, keeping focussed. hell, she was even having trouble keeping the routine.

not getting lost inside her own head.

she kissed him gently, resting her body weight against him. lance still made her feel like a teenager in love, her teenage dream. even after a year of marriage there was still so much to look forward to.

like, apparently, nineties slasher roleplay in bed.

"i love you." she hummed, nuzzling into his neck.

"love you more, pretty girl." lance smiled, kissing her forehead. "take fifteen minutes and go make yourself feel sexy, i'm going to get some things out of the freezer for dinner. i'll make that pasta you like?"

“sounds like a plan.”

she tiptoed into the master bedroom, closing the door behind her before stripping out of her leggings and the baggy shirt she had been wearing, trading her cotton panties and wire bra for a short corset top and silk pajama shorts in a deep royal blue. the little silver “l” pendant that she wore around her neck fell gracefully against her skin, hair falling around her shoulders.

she could hear clattering coming from the kitchen. it was lance fumbling around to get the ground beef out of the freezer and into a bowl of cold water to defrost.

she popped open the bath and body works spray on the dresser, mist dusting her skin with body glitter. her spine tingled in anticipation of what was to come, goosebumps rising on her skin as she settled on the end of the bed, one leg crossed over the other so her shorts rode up, showing off more thigh than was necessary.

lance was a sucker for thighs. specifically hers.

the door creaked open, and lance crept into the room, the mask over his face once again. he paused before the end of the bed, and she was momentarily pissed off that she couldn't see the way he was looking at her. but she knew what that look in his eye would be: pure love and adoration.

"you look stunning." he whispered, his fingers ghosting over her skin as he brushed his hand up her leg, to her thigh. "hey, don't take this super seriously, okay? we're just having a bit of fun."

"i know." she took his hand in hers, pressing a kiss to his knuckles. "just be gentle with me."

"always."

she dropped his hand, and he brought it to her face, gently caressing her cheek as she looked down at her through the mask.

“what’s your favourite scary movie?”

“hmm, the one where I make it to the end?” she quipped, smiling up at her husband.

“oh, i think I can work with that.” he hummed, running his thumb down the side of her face, down the side of her neck, over her shoulder.

she giggled, flinching under his touch when he brushed against her neck. she had always been ticklish there.

“how are you going to make it worth my while to let you make it to a sequel?”

she uncrossed her legs, spreading them wide and leaning back on her palms. the fabric of her silken shorts had moved just so that lance could see that she wasn’t wearing any panties, a slight dark spot beginning to form on the fabric.

she could hear lance exhale, his breath reverberating against the mask. “you spread your legs pretty fast, darlin’. is this what you want? to let mr. ghostface have his way with you?”

his tone was lighthearted, his voice curling up into gentle laughter at the end of the sentence. it kept the carefree nature of their usual sex life embedded in the scene, despite its adventurous nature, which she would forever be thankful for. she could see the outline of his rapidly hardening cock through his silken pants.

“oh, yes, mr. ghostface.” she purred playfully, playing right into lance’s hands as she palmed one of her tits through the cups of the corset top. “please.”

he grabbed her leg, hiking it up and over his shoulder, dragging her to the edge of the bed and spreading her open for him. she gasped, falling back onto her forearms and pressing her chest up.

“jesus christ.” lance exhaled, his fingers brushing over her sopping entrance. “you’re dripping for me, sweetheart. is this turning you on? you want me to ravish you?”

“yes, mister, please.” she whined, pressing up against the pads of his fingertips. “touch me.”

lance slipped two fingers inside her with very little warning, barely giving her time to adjust before he started flexing his digits rapidly. she moaned under his touch, falling back against the bed.

“uh uh, darling. eyes on me. i want you to see who’s making you feel this good.”

his fingers brushed against her sensitive walls, and she bucked her hips against his hands before struggling up to her shaky arms, moaning even deeper at the sight in front of her: leg up on her husbands shoulder, the mask on his face, the way the muscles in his arms flexed as he finger-fucked her.

“that’s it, my good girl. my good, beautiful girl. so good for me.” lance hummed, his thumb coming down to circle her clit. “there better not be a single anxious thought in that head of yours.”

and for the first time that day, there wasn’t. she had crumbled under lances touch, her head empty the second he had kissed her in that hallway. she loved it.

loved him.

“oh god, lance,” she breathed, allowing herself to slip out of character as she reached for his wrist. “i think I’m gonna cum!”

the hand that previously kept a bruising grip on her leg dropped to reassuringly rub circles on her thigh. “I’ve got you, love. just close your eyes and ride out. cum on my fingers, you know you want to.”

she closed her eyes, arching her back as she felt her pussy contract, sucking lances fingers in and refusing to let go as she fell apart around him, whining his name as he scissored his fingers, dropping her leg and trying to guide her through her climax.

he withdrew his fingers, now covered in her release, making sure that his wife was watching before he lifted the mask just enough for her to watch him slip his fingers into his mouth, sucking up every last drop.

she whined at the sight, and would have clenched her thighs together if not for lances leg holding them open. instead, she found herself grinding against his thigh as he lovingly cradled her wrist against the mattress, leaning down to drop a kiss on her forehead.

“you’re so good, pretty girl. so perfect for me in every way. i hope you know that.”

“I know.” she giggled, pressing against him again. “thank you for doing this:”

lances nimble fingers slipped underneath the lacy cups of her top, taking her nipples in between his fingers. she writhed under him, exhaling his name.

“you don’t have to thank me, pretty girl. you just need to scream my name.”

“that can be arranged.” she was certain that her shorts were soaked; they would need some extra stain removal methods when she did the laundry.

lance could feel it too; a dark spot forming on his pants where she rubbed against him. he was starting to sweat under the mask, his hair matted to his face and his breathing heavy.

he slipped a finger underneath her bra strap, teasingly dragging it down her shoulder. she shivered under the sensations, knowing full well how she must look.

lust-drunk, face flushed and covered in a sheen of sweat, pupils dilated.

and he hadn’t even fucked her yet.

normally she’d be above begging. but not tonight. not while he was looming over her and fulfilling a fantasy she didn’t even realize that she had.

"please, please, i need your cock." she whined. "i need to be fucked, mr. ghostface. please."

under the mask, lance smirked. he wished he could kiss her, feel her whine into his mouth. “baby, baby, you never need to beg for me. because that means I’m not treating you right.”

“then put your cock in me!” she whined, nudging him with her leg.

chuckling to himself, lance pulled her shorts down her legs, dropping them to the carpet before he got up and slowly shed his own. his wife watched from the bed, butting her lip so hard he thought she might draw blood as she watched his rock-hard cock slap against his abs.

she couldn’t help it, one hand gently palming her clit as she watched lance stalk towards the bed, his breathing loud from inside the mask. despite the lack of control there appeared to be, she knew that she was 100% in control of what was about to happen.

lance gently pushed her hand away from her swollen clit, crossing her wrists over each other and holding them down with one hand. her breath hitched as he ran his cock up and down her folds, her hips bucking, trying to take what little he was giving her.

“are you ready for my cock, princess? are you ready to fucking scream my name?”

“yes, lance, please stop teasing me.”

he slid home in one swift movement, switching his grip on her wrists so that he had one wrist in each hand as he roughly drove into her.

her eyes practically rolled back in her skull as she moaned, her tight center squeezing his cock.

“oh, fuck.” she breathed, closing her eyes with an exhale. “fuck, you feel so good inside me. so deep.”

“you’re doing such a good job, pretty girl. you’re taking me like such a good girl.” lance praised, thrusting harder before loosening his grip on her wrists. “take off the mask, baby. I know you want to. let me kiss you.”

she reached up with one hand, eyes bleary from the pleasure she was feeling as she grabbed on to the black hood of the mask, gently tugging until the mask fell away.

“oh no, now I know your face.” she joked, playing along with the scene. “whatever will I do now? please don’t kill me mr. ghostface.”

lance laughed, leaning down to kiss her. he but down gently on her lip, sucking her bottom lip in between his own. “well, we have two options. I can make you my partner in crime.” he paused, reaching down to pinch her swollen clit. she jumped, squealing in pleasure. his hand still pinned one of her wrists to the bed, the other hand leaving red marks on his shoulder as he continued to pound into her. “or I could make you cum so hard that you forget my face and decide not to turn me in.”

she giggled, pretending to think it over. “I think I’ll take the orgasm.”

“good choice.”

she wrapped her legs around him, pulling his dick even deeper inside of her. he let go of her wrist, bracing himself on the bed while she dug her nails hard into his back, leaving scratches behind. he dropped his lips to her neck, pressing open mouthed kisses to her ticklish skin. she giggled, squirming underneath him.

lance loved it when she laughed during sex. to him, there was nothing sexier than seeing his wife let go. no anxiety, no self-consciousness. it made him feel close to her.

“my beautiful wife.” he grunted, rutting into her hard enough to push her body up the bed. she whined his name, arching her back to press her nipples against his chest.

the skin to skin was what she loved the most. that feeling of being as close as you possibly can to another person.

“oh, baby, right there.” it came out broken and raspy, and she found herself trying to hide her face in her husbands neck. “fuck, that feels so good.”

her walls fluttered, and lances thrusts faltered as he struggled to hold himself up. “are you close, baby? it’s okay, I’ve got you. you can let go.”

she clung on to him for dear life, skin flushed and juices dripping down her thighs. she couldn’t form words, nothing but incoherent whining coming out of her throat. she felt so full, so loved, the coil in her stomach threatening to snap as lance presses his lips to hers, sucking on her bottom lip and bringing one hand down to rub circles on her clit.

“lance, I’m cumming!” she cried, her nails digging into his back as she wrapped her body around him, shutting her eyes tightly as she pressed her face into his shoulder.

“I’ve got you, I’ve got you. you did so well, princess. you looked so pretty with my cock inside you.” he said softly, kissing her forehead as he guided her through it, feeling himself start to reach his own limits. “where do you want me to finish, pretty girl?”

she barely had the energy to respond, still trying to get her breath back as her legs shook from overstimulation, tears pressing at the corners of her eyes. “inside me, please, god, I need it.”

“fucking hell.” lance grunted, thrusting faster, his balls slapping against her sensitive skin as he went. “god I love you.”

he moaned as he dropped his head, nuzzling into her neck as he came with a howl, his cock jerking as it painted her walls white with his release. he stilled, peppering her face in kisses.

“I love you, baby. I don’t like seeing you stressed.”

she hummed, tangling her fingers in his hair and looking up at her husband. “I love you, too. thank you for saving me from myself.”

lance pulled out gently, his wife whimpering at the newfound feeling of emptiness. she clenched her thighs together, watching as her lover got up from the bed, pulling his silk pants back on.

“oh, babe, put in different pants.” she laughed, playfully throwing the ghostface mask in his direction. “those ones are probably gross as shit right now.”

“they’re not as bad as yours.” he shrugged, fishing a clean cotton t-shirt out of their shared dresser. there was something so casually intimate about sharing a dresser. “come on, let’s get you out of that corset.”

she sat up, pulling the comforter over her bottom half as she lazily leaned back into lances touch. his fingers glided down her back, unhooking the corset clasps and kissing over the red marks where the hooks had dug into her back. she raised her arms and he slipped the shirt over her head, watching the fabric billow gently over her features.

lance settled in next to her, and she rested her head against his chest, gently tracing his tattoo with her fingertip.

fortune favours the bold.

“you work too hard. it’s not healthy.” he hummed.

she sighed, leaning into his touch as he ran his fingers through her hair. “I know. once this project has been handled, the big boss is giving us some time off.”

“that’s good. maybe we can go somewhere. it doesn’t have to be anything big, maybe maine or calgary?”

“yeah, that sounds nice.” she rolled over, supporting her weight on her forearm. “thanks for this, by the way. and for keeping it fun.”

“of course. any time you want me to do all of the thinking for you, just let me know. that’s what husbands are for.” lance slowly started to sit up, easing her back down to the bed to remind her that she needed rest. “I’m gonna go start dinner. go to the bathroom, have a glass of water, and remember to rest, okay? I’ll wake you when it’s ready.”

she smiled, rubbing his arm gently as she looked up at her husband “or I could come to the kitchen and watch. you know I think it’s so hot when you cook, especially when you do it shirtless.”

“oh yeah? maybe I should get a chefs outfit for the next time we spice it up a little.”

“in your goddamn dreams.”

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madlymiho · 4 years

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Summary: It's been a few years since you're working as Katakuri's maid, a few years he's also ignoring the blooming feelings he has for you. Unfortunately, with his soon-to-be arranged wedding coming, the possibility to confess seems more and more impossible. Though, on the Halloween Night, as you're allowed to enjoy the festivities on his island, he becomes upset and worry to see that you're not back after midnight. Determined to find you, this spooky evening might be the opportunity you have both always wished for...

Warning: angst and fluff 🍪

Words: 3901

@elliemehl @alice1290 @hanajimasama thanks for enabling this so intensely!

Katakuri: A moonlight promise (read after the cut)

“Anything else, Sir?”

Your voice sounds like the softest feather, sad for sure, but your grace is still unmatchable despite your low status in the society. You’re a perfect nobody, someone he shouldn’t even have noticed in the first place. You have been chosen because, let’s be honest, you didn’t have the slightest chance to gain a powerful position in the current society on his island. Being a house cleaner for the most powerful Sweet Commander of the Charlotte Family is an honor for most of people, and as you didn’t have the choice, at your twenty-five birthday, you joined the squad in charge of his mansion. You’re coming from a family of farmers, offering every month a bit of your lifetime to be allowed to remain here. That’s something he finds particularly despicable, but since it’s his mother’s rules, and since he would do everything to please her whim, he has never tried to save you from your cruel fate. Though, Katakuri definitely noticed you since day one. You were so clumsy and afraid to make mistakes that you dropped a plate of fresh animal cakes you brought back from the castle’s kitchen, somehow a way for you to please his everyday munchies. He could have thrown you away for the lack of attention you have been exposing that day, but deep down, Katakuri found you utterly adorable. You had something different in your eyes, a fire he wasn’t sure to understand. At first, he really thought that you were there to defy his authority, never acting awkwardly anymore, always present to answer his demands, but with time, months after months, he understood you were nothing but the purest soul around. Dedicated, soft and understanding, having you by his side could soothe his deepest whims and angers. You never looked at him with those fearful eyes anymore, only the brightest colors of your incredible devotion. He felt so lucky, his own heart perhaps appreciating the new music, heartbeats slightly increasing whenever you were entering the room with your big goofy smile, and those features full of light and happiness. However, came the day he received an order from his mother. Something he has been pushing away for years, preferring to keep a lonely existence, only to maintain the current print of the Charlotte Family over the world. Though, his mother decided differently, and her orders were always absolute. Katakuri, despite his age, despite his will to remain alone, will have to marry the daughter of this powerful smuggler in Grand Line and the New World, only to provide more technological weapons for his mother’s war. It was political, no love required in this union, but alas, Katakuri felt his heart completely shattered as soon as he received the news. The sensation increased even more when he understood you were probably aware of this information yourself. You smile changed; now it’s tinted with a deep sadness he has never seen before. It’s the kind of smile you’re wearing right now, as you’re finishing to gather his empty plates.

“No, Name, it was perfect, as always. Perhaps you should smuggle more of those peanut donuts you brought today, it was truly enjoyable.” Katakuri nods, sat against his mochi couch, his severe eyes peering down at you, his mouth fully covered one more time. You never discovered his ugly secret, at least. “I guess I’d be seeing you for dinner then. I heard Mama wanted to try a new cuisine, and there will be roasted chicken with a butternut gratin for once.” He pauses for a moment, and sighs. “Perhaps you’ll have some leftovers, if you wish. You have been working hard today, I can have a word with my own squad.”

You almost gasp to the unexpected act of kindness – a rarity when it comes to Katakuri, feeling truly embarrassed to shake your head.

“You don’t want that?” Katakuri frowns, his voice becoming slightly more concerned. “It’s a gift to have the same dinner than your master, Name.”

He feels a bit hurt in his ego, but he notices that you seem parted, and suddenly so shy to tell him something. Gosh, was he too harsh once more? He despises the fact you might be afraid of him.

“N-No, Sir, it would be an honor, as always, to stay by your side, but we have received a notification from the Whole Cake Island’s castle, and all the servants are authorized to celebrate Halloween this year…” Your voice doesn’t shake, but it’s not the most confident either. “I was hoping to…”

“I see.” Katakuri cuts it short, and dismisses you with a wave of his hand. “If it’s coming from Mama’s castle, I won’t forbid you to celebrate Halloween, an order is an order. I’ll ask one of my little sister to bring me my dinner; you can have your free time.” He pauses though, and looks back at you with the same coldness he tries to use whenever he doesn’t want to sound too concerned. “Will you be on your own, tonight?”

“No, I’m going with two maids from other houses, Perospero and Mont d’Or’s ones, Sir.” You assure with a firm nod, somehow happy to have the permission to celebrate one of your favorite tradition, but also upset that he doesn’t seem to have any plans for the night. “I won’t stay outside for too long, Sir, you have my word. I’ll be there to bring you your midnight snack, as always.”

He keeps looking at you, somehow surprised by the sudden need to justify yourself regarding your own activities of the night. Perhaps it’s a strategy to soothe his potential disappointed, if so, it seems to work, but as a man who can’t allow himself to have feelings for you, he eventually shakes his head.

“Non-sense, Name.” He says with a detached tone, stretching his legs as he has the intention to leave the room now. He can’t help but think what kind of costume you’re going to wear? How would be your makeup? All these thoughts are nothing some torture he needs to escape. “Perospero will certainly hand a lots of homemade candies and organize a big treasure hunt as always. You’ll have many things to try out there; it would be a shame if you don’t enjoy them all. Be home around midnight, but not before.”

You bite your bottom lip for a moment, and make a step forward, your hand coming up before you immediately press it back against your torso ; what are you even thinking about?

“But, what about you, Sir?” You mumble with a soft voice, cocking your head to encourage him to talk to you. “Aren’t you celebrating the Halloween festivities yourself? It’s a foggy day outside, but I’m sure this could be a good thing.”

He turns around, just to throw you one of his numerous serious look, his crimson irises remaining unreadable, even if you know him so well. He doesn’t answer to your plea, and simply walk out of the room, ignoring this intense urge he’s experiencing at this particular moment, the very which almost made him offer to spend the evening with him. Better be safe than sorry, and Katakuri imagines that there are certain things which must remain secret. No really, all of this wouldn’t be a good idea.

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It’s past midnight and his entire thoughts are focused on one and only one person. He believes that indeed, you’re having a tremendous time outside, but for sure, he feels concerned. He saw you living the mansion with that cute and messy witch outfit, probably something you have prepared during your free time, collecting some material here and there to create your scary dress. You looked incredibly adorable and spooky, your face covered with some audacious bloody makeup for the show. Of course, he didn’t leave his room to wish you a good night; it would have been weird, especially for him, to care about his maids’ activities and their sudden gain of freedom, at least just for one night. He had his dinner, he carved a few pumpkins to put it in the garden, but something felt utterly different from usual. The sensation increased when you weren’t there to bring him his midnight snack, probably because deep down, he has been hoping you wouldn’t follow his advices and would come home sooner. Mmh, all of this is pretty upsetting for the Sweet Commander, his observation Haki working so hard that he’s anticipating the moment he would hear your light footsteps behind the door. He wishes that he would be able to sleep, but alas, even his tiredness abandoned him tonight. He growls deeply, scolding himself silently for being easily tormented by someone who’s nothing for the Charlotte Family.

After several minutes of a very unwelcomed torture upon his own mind, Katakuri decides that it’s more than enough, you should have come home sooner than this. Gathering his clothes, he dresses-up as usual, leather and spikes covering his muscular body, before he rolls his scarf around his head and heads out of his room, determined to find you, wherever you are. He didn’t expressly gave you an hour to come back home either, and surely, he’s not the one to decide, but perhaps something happened, and he doesn’t wish to learn that he could have done something rather than anticipating any kind of sorrow, right there, laid on his bed; it feels like a good excuse. Finally wandering into the almost empty streets of his island, it doesn’t take him too long to feel your presence, a few streets away, and all by yourself. So, you did lie to him earlier. You promised that you wouldn’t be alone, and yet, as he’s approaching in the dark, fog covering his large presence, he definitely notices the lack of escort around you. Another groan is earned from your carefree attitude, this very one loud enough for you to hear it. You almost jump on your feet, turning around, visible fear displayed on your pretty features.

“Who… Who’s here?” You ask with a shaky voice, trembling on your feet. “I’m…I’m working for the Charlotte Family, so you better not do something stupid!”

“And aren’t you doing something stupid yourself, Name?”

Katakuri steps out of the dark, crimson irises looking down at you with a rare intensity. It’s still foggy as hell, and you don’t have a proper look on his face, but clearly, you can sense his wrath towards you. Immediately, you flinch and lower your gaze, ready to be punished for your behavior. Maybe a night of freedom hasn’t been the best idea you had.

“Sir, I’m so sorry!” You try to explain, as you hear the familiar caster of his leather boot clicking in the dark. “I… I was supposed to go back to the mansion earlier, but I’ve lost something and I couldn’t go home without it!”

Katakuri clicks his tongue impatiently, feeling anger invading his blood.

“That’s the only excuse you think about to explain your lack of prudence?” He barks harshly, his voice echoing against the buildings. “You told me you weren’t alone! You told me your friends escorted you, was it all a lie after all? I trusted you enough to be loyal and respectful, giving you even more time to enjoy the festivities, and you’re spitting at the name of my Family so pitifully?”

“No, Sir, I promise I was not alone! My friends went home because they couldn’t stay any longer, and I wished I could fulfill my promise towards you, but I swear I had a good reason!” You look up and take a step closer, afraid but brave enough to challenge his wrath and make amends. “I lost the spoon you gave me for my birthday and I couldn’t bear the idea to walk back to you without the only precious item I have ever possessed…”

For a moment, Katakuri was about to continue his intense scolding, almost certain that you were lying to him, but as soon as you mentioned the gift he gave you, his cheeks turn into something pinker than usual. He remembers that one day you were serving him, looking a bit away, your head in the clouds... He learnt later that day that it was your birthday, and decided to offer you a silver spoon he kept from his childhood, the very one he was using during his first merienda, when he was alone and feared by everyone, founding the slightest peace in these moments of snacking. He thought you wouldn’t care about such a gift, but he had nothing better to offer you. He gulps, unsettled and flustered.

“You kept it?” He asks, cursing himself from picking those words instead of the logical ones he should think about.

Gently, you take other step forward, shaky hands coming up to press them onto his forearm. He doesn’t shift not try to escape your grip, the fog of the spooky night covering his intense blush. At least, in the middle of this mist, no one is able to see what’s happening here.

“I wouldn’t get rid of the only thing which matters to me, Sir…” You assure, before you look down, feeling dizzy to be allowed to be so close to him. “This is…This is the only thing I’ll cherish when you’d be married.”

His own stomach wrenches so hard that he has a hard time muffling his emotions, unable to fully understand the meaning of your words. It can’t be true. It’s forbidden. He’s the Sweet Commander of the Charlotte Family, the strongest, the fearless soldier, and yet, at this particular moment, he’s nothing else but a puppy. He swallows his spite, still harsh and cold, despite the fact he didn’t tell you to take off your hands.

“If you have something to say, speak loud and clear, don’t beat around the bush.” He abruptly drops, perhaps a bit too severely for the entire situation. Though, he finds himself unable to act differently, somehow worried about the words you might pronounce. “Remember your place, though, and the potential consequences of your statement. Life isn’t about the choices you wish to make, life is about the obligations you have to fulfill. I will not tolerate a childish remark regarding my wedding, nor an attempt to fight Mama’s orders.”

Softly, just so softly, your hands abandon his forearm, as you take a step backward, tears gleaming in your eyes, yet, you manage to keep a certain control upon your emotions. This sight for him is almost unbearable, tragic, and heartbreaking. He didn’t really say those words to you, in the end, but for himself. He wouldn’t have been upset at you if you wanted to confess something he’s afraid to hear, but at himself for being so eager to listen to you. He can’t fight Mama’s will. He has to be an example for his brothers and sisters.

“Nothing to state? Then, it’s time to go home. You have been wandering enough, and this spoon means nothing.” He turns around, his heart like a rock within his chest. No, he can’t. He can’t feel that way with you. “Also, I believe it’s time to thank you for your services. Tomorrow, you’ll pack to join Pudding’s island, you could serve her good there.”

Each word crushes a little bit more his already more than damaged heart, as he extends his hand to show the way back to his mansion. Under the pale light of the moonlight, and thanks to the fog surrounding you, at least he doesn’t have to witness your bitter tears. Head down, irises focused on your feet, you don’t wish to see his face anymore. The silent surrounding you is so uncomfortable that you almost believe he might hear your heartbeat, and it’s sorrowful melody. Yet as you’re lost in your thoughts, you suddenly bump into his back, Katakuri completely immobile, his arm turning into mochi to prevent any sort of attack. His Haki feels something, and it will come from the right. Before you can anticipate anything, he quickly grabs you and jumps aside, avoiding a shot of eggs in your direction. Harmless for sure, but it’s enough for you to let loose a surprised scream. Both of you can hear the chirping laughter of playful children, perhaps some orphans who love to play tricks during Halloween night. However, with all that fog, all this situation, the jack-o’-lantern floating in the air and watching you with their frightening empty eyes, the suspicious sounds and some far away laughter, you can’t help but feel definitely scared. That’s probably why you didn’t notice that you’re still trapped against Katakuri’s chest, both of your hands gripping his jacket strongly.

“I think it’s them who stole my spoon!” You gently cry, your eyes coming up, only to see that you’re still there… against him. “I’m…”

“It’s a scary night, where mischief and tricks are allowed.” Katakuri assures, this time, his large hand cupping your jawline. “And I have been harsh with you, haven’t I? Your emotions are shattered. Are you still scared, right now?”

You shake your head slowly, your bottom lip trembling under the softness of his touch, so different from his usual cold attitude. Does he really want you to go?

“No, Sir, I’m not scared when I’m with you.” You assure, before looking down. “I’m only scared when you’re not around…”

You’re opening-up one more time, because after all, this is probably the last time you’d be able to be close to him this way.

“I didn’t mean to insult Mama’s orders earlier, and I know very well my position in this world, Sir. But may the ghosts of the night witness me and give me their former strength; I’m also heartbroken to realize you’re going to get married and that you want me away by tomorrow.” You press your forehead against the bottom of his pec, and close your eyes. “Your presence soothes me more than I could imagine, and even if I’m not worthy of experiencing these feelings, they are there, Sir.” You pause, and feel that his hand moves from your jaw to the top of your head, caressing them with a light touch. “I’m not a noble nor a respectable woman, I don’t have any wealth, and my all life is nothing but servitude. I’ll be the maid of the Charlotte Family forever, trapped in my condition, unable to escape it no matter what I can wish for. But through your kindness, I’ve seen someone I fell in love with.”

He flinches to your statement, as he immediately withdraws his hand from your hair. You look up, concerned, only to see something unusual in his eyes. It’s not wrath, nor disgust… it’s fear.

“Name, you’re thinking out of your mind, because you haven’t seen my full appearance. Your feelings bloomed because of my sympathy towards you, but I’m still the monster people are afraid of.”

“Are you talking about the secret you hide behind your scarf, Sir?” You try with the best soothing voice you can offer. “I don’t believe you can be monstrous, Sir. Monsters are like those kids we met in the dark and throw eggs at you. You have the kindest soul among the Charlotte’s, your intentions are justified and genuine. You’re loyal to your family, but you have a heart, I know you enough to be certain of that. A man like that couldn’t be monstrous, no matter what a scarf rolled around his face might hide.”

A ravenous fire begins to burn within Katakuri’s chest, as he doesn’t believe he can fight those emotions until the end of time. No one has never been that kind towards him, his atrocious appearance always something deeply traumatizing for anyone who looked at him. He doesn’t wish to scare you, but at the same time, he somehow wishes to witness a real proof of your statement. Perhaps you would find him repulsive enough to run away? At least, he wouldn’t have to make that despicable choice between his heart and his mind right now. Therefore, with a slow gesture, Katakuri grips his scarf and starts to roll it off his face. Under the moonlight of this Halloween night, he would look like the most disgusting monster, but alas, this appearance would be his only one forever. Fangs finally exposed, Katakuri waits for the reaction he has been anticipating forever, his haki unable to be used as he’s not fully calm anymore. What will you say? Would you suddenly take a step backward, your fear unable to be muffled anymore? Peering down at you, he believes there won’t be any other way, any other ending for a man like him. Yet, as you’re staring at him, plastered against his torso, you don’t seem to go away.

“I don’t see any monster here…” You whisper tenderly, and smile at him. “You’re not hideous, and I don’t feel scared.”

Katakuri harshly swallows his spite, before he eventually cups both of your cheeks, the pad of his gloved thumbs caressing your skin.

“And I don’t wish you to go anywhere else but my mansion.” He answers, blushing harder than he would believe. “I don’t wish to cast you away. I was upset because of what I’m about to do.”

You frown, unsure, and he nods slowly.

“Finding good arguments to cancel this wedding, because Mama can be reasonable when she’s in the mood.” He continues, as he pulls you closer, more determined. “My wedding isn’t something as valuable as the weddings of other of my siblings. Mama wishes to have both the power and the strength to claim the pirate throne, and I shall be her weapon by her side, not a grounded husband, pleasing someone else’s whims. Mama will understand that.”

He squats down a little bit, until his eyes would be right in front of yours, his face dangerously close from yours. You have many thoughts crossing your mind, yet, not a single word is able to leave your mouth. Katakuri frowns.

“Will you stay by my side?” He asks with a weaker voice than expected, serious but flustered, his irises digging into yours. “I… don’t ever wish to lose you.”

You nod several times, both of your hands coming up to follow the curve of his jawline, silently analyzing the deep and forbidden beauty of his uncommon features. Katakuri eventually grabs one of your hand, pressing his lips onto your palm.

“If I ever need to marry someone, Name, I will do everything to marry you, and no one else.” He says, before he pulls you even closer. “But for now… I think I will just seal this promise with a kiss, if you allow me.”

Certain that his secret promise wouldn’t be busted by anyone in this foggy night, and once he’s sure you wouldn’t push him away anymore, Katakuri comes forward and presses his lips for the first time on yours, sealing this promise he has been thinking about for months already. Your love might be forbidden, unconventional and desperate, but as a man who has never known tenderness in the first place, he believes that he wouldn’t ever share this with anyone else. There, watched by the ghosts of Halloween and the gentle light of the lanterns, lips sealed, Katakuri feels like the happiest man in the world.

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kth1 · 5 years

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Again [MYG]

Again [Yoongi x Reader] ⟶ Credits: @kimtaehyunq ⟶ Genre: Smut | 21+ | Vampire AU ⟶ Warnings: use of vulgar language, adult content, mature themes, bloodplay, foreplay, creampie, biting, unprotected sex, yoongi is a hungry vampire, bed sex, etc ⟶ WC: 3.5k+ ⟶ Summary: History with a vampire, you think you’d be over it by now. Yoongi comes and goes as he pleases. But why does he keep coming back? ⟶ Teaser: “He looked up at you through leering eyes, beaming deep garnet because he was so drugged on your blood. Mouth tinted red and in awe, “I told you I’d make it feel good.”” ⟶ Author’s note: Hi, hey, what’s up? It’s been awhile since I dabbled with writing but I’m glad I had creative juices flowing to help motivate me in making some BTS stuff. Many writers and editors have re-inspired me and I’m grateful to them. Also, nearing Halloween, I had to do something like write about a vampire. 😊

A shifting sound alerts you out of sleep. The room is dark, only being illuminated by random electronics throughout the area, like the blinking green light coming from the computer. A weight on your bed silently moved from the side towards the end. You heard a “pounce” sound come from the foot of the bed. In silence you listened to your cat scurry off out the room. It creaked the bedroom door as it exited the room and you listened to her pattering down the hall until the sound disappeared.

Lazily, you cracked open your eyes briefly to check the alarm clock on the stand beside the bed. Noting that it was close to 3:30 am. Inhaling in deep, you try to find composure to continue where you left off. Sleeping.

The standing fan facing your bed blew a soft breeze towards you. It was something you’re used to having, conditioned yourself. The sound of a mere fan helped you sleep at night. The soothing sound created just enough to give you low ambiance during the still nights. Complete silence had its own aura, that made you uneasy. Causing you to stay up listening to you own mind ponder useless nonsense.

You felt the temperature drop, a cooler breeze flowing through your room abruptly that wasn’t created through the single fan. Rolling over to face the wall that had your window, you noticed that it was left open allowing the cool night breeze flow in. Pushing past your navy curtains that shifted with the motion of the air. But you didn’t leave the window open?

As you leaned up in bed to head for the window a mysterious figure emerged into view, quickly making its way towards where you lie. In a blink of an eye you gasped, about to yell out when it leans down suddenly to cup a hand over your mouth.

“Shhh… Don’t scream. It’s me.”

With eyes still widened from the shock, you soon relaxed. After recognizing the deep voice that split through my room, you eased back. How long has it been since you last heard this voice? With a nod, giving them the acknowledgement that you won’t shout.

The figure sat themselves down on the side of the bed, indenting their body into the mattress. Releasing their hand off your mouth slowly. It’s not the first time this happened, but it’s something you never fully got used to.

“Yoongi?” I whispered. “What’s wrong?”

His features were lit up slightly from the moonlight piercing into your room. He had a puzzled look to his face, he looked utterly confused. But his features were still stunning as ever. Effortlessly, he looks unreal, skin clear and glowing, hair styled neatly, and his attire clean cut and alternative. No doubt he was beautiful, he is a vampire after all. And most vampires are generally born with an extra little ‘spice’ to them.

But you still worried why he looked so disoriented. Something seemed to be bothering him and for him to randomly show up in the middle of the night, especially after not seeing another for a few months, you didn’t know how to take the situation that was at hand.

He sat still, looking broad and staring into the abyss, locking himself in his own world. Hesitantly, you placed yours hand over his that propped him up on the bed. His skin was cool and smooth, it felt like you just hovered your palm over a marble slab.

Yoongi’s thumb brushed over your fingers, slightly taking a grip of your hand in return. Grabbing hold of it only seconds later and bringing the back of your hand up to his mouth to place a small but sweet kiss. His touch reminded your of being touched by a snowflake that quickly melted by your own body heat. Yoongi lingered there for a few moments; you felt his cool breath exit his nose.

“I missed you, Y/n.”

You sighed. Not this again. There’s no way you could put yourself through this again. You’ve always been there for Yoongi ever since the two of you first met. Helping him in any way you could. But it’s difficult to keep up with him. He’s out of your league to put it nicely. Everything he needs is something you cannot match up to. It takes a toll on you each and every time.

You fully sat up in bed, retracting your hand slowly from his grasp. “Yoongi, we can’t do this,” you admitted. You were scared to put yourself through any more pain. Even though something in the back of your naive mind was yelling at you for saying those words out loud. Deep down you truly cared for Yoongi, truly wanted to be his and only his. But you weren’t enough.

He continued to stare off into the distance, listening carefully to your words. He looked calm though something felt off. That’s one inspiring thing you loved about Yoongi, no matter the situation he was able to give off a cool and relaxed exterior. But that also makes him scary at the same time.

“I need you.”

You blinked at his words. Did you hear him correctly? Yoongi snaked his hand back lacing it with your fingers once again, using his thumb to soothingly rub over it. “Please,” he spoke turning his head to look at me. From what you could make out it looked like he was struggling hard with his composure. His mannerisms felt off. It felt like there was something more to it than he was giving.

Leaning over with your free hand to reach for the light on the stand, Yoongi quickly snatched your wrist and held it still. “Keep it off.”

His sudden movement had you shocked, not as shocked when he broke into my room through the open window and nearly gave you a heart attack a few minutes ago, but shocked, nonetheless. Now you were beginning to feel totally concerned. He was hiding something from you! “Yoongi, what’s really going on with you?” You spoke, biting down on your lip.

Yoongi brought both of your hands to him, holding them close to his chest. He wasn’t one to really show much emotion, not because he didn’t have any, but more because it was difficult for him to express himself. You’re sure he constantly had conflicting thoughts in his mind endlessly.

“I just needed to see you again.” His voice deep, mumbled under his breath.

Yoongi kept his head down, clutching his hands to yours. Was this his way of showing sincerity?

You leaned towards him, moving your hands up, cuffing his face. Forcing his head up you held his cold face in your warm palms. Easily you could make out more details in his features. Your thumbs brushed along his cheekbones, ones that stuck out more prominent than you remember. It’s still fairly dark around your two bodies and though it was difficult for you to see under his hooded eyes, he had deep dark bags formed. Making him look drawn out.

“Have you been feeding, Yoongi?” You spoke in a soft tone.

He attempted to turn his head away, though you held it still. Instead he averted his gaze and exhaled deeply. “I’m fine.”

“You look pale.” You addressed matter-a-factually.

He half-heartedly chuckled, “I’m a vampire. I’m supposed to be paler than normal.”

You rolled your eyes at his bluntness. Yes, that was a given, being a vampire and all. “You know what I mean!”

Yoongi shifted himself more on the bed, kneeling towards you. Misery laced through his aura, he looked like he’s been through a tough time. Pain painted across his delicate face.

“Why aren’t you eating?” You asked, pushing his dark bangs away from his forehead with a hand.

Yoongi shook his head, in disapproval of what he’s about to say. What he’s trying to admit. “It’s not satisfying anymore... It’s not the same.”

Cocking your head to the side, like a puppy trying to understand the voice before them. “What?” Your body involuntary moved to the side, opening up space for Yoongi to lay besides you. Patting the newly opened spot, you offered him with a gentle smile.

He obliged, kicking off his shoes without the exchange of words. Lifting the duvet up and over his thin body once he slid himself closer. Yoongi laid facing you with his precious head resting in the fluff of a pillow. Pieces of his hair flared out, his arm hung loose around your waist; giving you just enough space away but not enough to be completely out of reach.

Your body heat trapped under the covers helped add some temperature to his cooled body. You couldn’t stand the way he looked. Your heart ached seeing his pain. “Talk to me, I’m begging you.” You traced his bottom lip with your index finger, trying to get his lips to open up and move.

Yoongi’s eyes met yours, the set of deep brown orbs connecting back to your own pair. They swirled with hidden emotion. His breath hitched the moment the pad of your finger landed on his mouth. He gulped, “It doesn’t feel right, unless it’s you.”

Your heart beat raised slightly to the reaction of this news. Your mind trying to process what he’s openly saying. “Please don’t say silly things.” You retorted with a scoff.

Something was telling you not to believe him and fall for this. Your mind was only trying to protect your from being hurt once again. But your body… your body ached and longed for Yoongi’s touch. You knew you missed him too, but you were utterly afraid to admit it yourself.

“Since when have I ever lied to you, Y/n?”

You swallowed hard. He’s right. No matter the penalty he was very straight forward with everything. Never giving false hope. So why would he be doing that now? Unless…

He is telling the truth.

You laid there speechless, staring back into Yoongi’s gaze. Not having a single word, a single vowel, not a single sound release from your lips. Just your two bodies placed side by side in soundlessness.

“How long has it been?” You mustered up the courage to ask.

“Two months.”

“But- Why?”

Two months is too long. Yoongi - he was depriving himself. He was willingly starving himself. And for what? Because it’s not the same? What’s not the same? Nothing has changed. He’s vampire. Your human. It doesn’t work. The two of you clash. It’s a reoccurring cycle - it’s all the same.

His gripped tightened around your waist, latching your close into his body and deleting all empty space. Your hands found their place against his carved chest. Faces just inches away from another. He formed a soft smile while looking down to your parting lips.

“Because of you.”

In a smooth motion he leaned in, meeting his thin curved lips to your rosy ones. The sweet savory moment heated up your cheeks, blossoming a hue of red. His tongue eagerly reached forward asking for access to your mouth. It was tender, sensual, and you groaned for him to touch you again. Memories flooding back to your mind of the last time. And the time before that. And the time before that… All impressions of him.

You caved hard under his presence.

Yoongi had a hold on you, curling his free arm to lift your thigh up over him. You extended your hands up into his hair, running your digits through his neat dark beautiful locks, tousling it up during the heated exchange between us. Enough to leave you short of breath as he finally pulled away from the kiss.

Yoongi didn’t hesitate. He trailed kisses from your jawline down to your neck and touching base at your collar bones. Hitting that magical sensitive location that made you go wild. A faint moan escaped pass your lips, “Yoongi…”

He fluttered many gentle icy kisses all around. Tender. Intimate. Lingering. You arched your neck enough to give him more room to continue his actions, to continue making your feel the way you were experiencing once again. He guided his hand up and down your thigh, gaining friction between your skins. You couldn’t help but ease into his delightful touches, slip under the patterns he traced with his slim fingers. Pushing your body up against him as much as you could to feel his hardening member under all the fabric.

“It’s okay, you can.” You muttered.

Yoongi continued to sway your body, completely falling under his spell one more time. He dipped his hand down, pushing under the hem of your shorts and past your pants, gliding a single finger between your slick folds. His digit taunted your clit, that little bundle of nerves controlling your every move. You were a sitting duck under Yoongi’s movements, all nerve endings screaming for him to work his tricky fingers.

“I’ll make it feel good for you.” Yoongi reassured to you.

A puff of air left your mouth; gripping down onto his shoulders. He slides down another finger, copying exactly what he did with the first. Yoongi’s touch is entirely intoxicating. Pressing against that sensitive sweet spot then plunging them deep inside your entrance in one swift motion.

With that, Yoongi licked a firm line up your neck. His trail of saliva coating your supple skin, glistening in the dim light. He curled his fingers up into your core, sliding in fast using thanks to your self-lubrication that collected down there. The tips of his fingers prodded straight into your g-spot, stimulating you even more as his teeth sank into the crook of your neck. The sensation sending shivers all over your body.

You moaned out in pleasure. A wave of sparkly adrenaline raced throughout your veins, washing over with a radiating heat. He hasn’t done it like this before. Oh please, “don’t stop!”

Yoongi sipped down the stream of fresh blood that leaked into his mouth. The impending orgasm that crept up far too fast for your liking had you fluttering your eyes shut. Instantly you body jolted to him, walls clenching hard around his slender fingers, riding out the ripples pacing within you as steadily as ever.

There was no recognition of how clothes flew off of your bodies, but they were on one second and gone the next. Bodies fumbling together, contacting the hot and cold temperatures.

Before you could even register the moment, you felt something thick and hard push pass your entrance and velvety walls, stretching you out with every inch that sank in. Your vulnerable puckered cunt receiving the full length of Yoongi’s hardened cock.

He looked up at you through leering eyes, beaming deep garnet from the drug of your blood. Mouth tinted red and in awe, “I told you I’d make it feel good.”

Not once has he told you anything but the harsh truth. He never spoke out a lie and you appreciated everything about that. Not once ever deceived. Mislead. Or felt like he exaggerated from facts or reality. You loved him for this, so much.

You reconnected your lips, pushing yourself pass the taste of iron that came with it. You wanted him, you craved him, you needed him again. Even if it hurt you. Just like this you’ll keep him.

Yoongi hovered over you; dick still submerged into your pussy. Tip entering and exiting you in long strides at a fast pace. Please don’t stop this. God, please don’t.

“Again.” You tossed your head to the side enjoying the pleasurable feeling.

“Okay.”

He locked his teeth back into the juncture of your neck, creating another puncture wound. But it didn’t feel like a wound to you. It felt like a love bit - a mark of his signed and packaged directly to me.

With the weight of him on top, Yoongi’s hips bucked sharp into you, jacking his cock back and forth. Skin slapping together filled the room, you held on tight with legs crossed around his tiny waist. Penetrating you perfectly into bliss.

Yoongi’s mouth moved down to my left breast, immediately contacting it with sloppy wet open-mouthed kisses. Raising a free hand to give attention to the right breast, stimulating and pinching the nipple making it harden within seconds.

“Y/n, I can’t get enough of you.” Yoongi admitted between kisses, botched of blood peppering your skin.

Face flushed, “Again!” You whined rolling your hips up into him to match his pace.

He can’t get enough of you? You can’t get enough of him. You had wanted nothing more than to feel connected to Yoongi regardless on how different the two of you were. His fangs once again pierced your bare skin, just above the breast this time. How he’s doing this is beyond you, fucking you hard with his dick, sucking you weak. But you still felt more energy than ever.

Yoongi continued his pace, eventually fastening his thrusts and mouth messily moving across your exposed skin. Staining areas with blood as he continued to paint over my body. Unbothered by the look, it felt natural.

Your blood put Yoongi through a craze of his own that he could only experience. Your scent filling up the room for his own satisfaction. Yoongi repays you back with lustful strides of his cock, forcing himself deep against the crest of your cervix. Shifting your body up with every powerful thrust, rocking the bed beneath your molded bodies.

Inaudible voices traded to another. Grunts, moans, growls. You could feel your climax coil in your lower stomach, persisting to blow over again and wishing to wash your body with sporadic twitches and spasms.

Was it the loss of blood in your body making me lightheaded or was it from the wonderful pounding you were getting? Probably both, but you couldn’t imagine it being any other way. If this is the Yoongi you get, you’re going to keep him as long as possible.

“I can tell you’re close. You’re stiffening around me, why don’t you let it go?”

You shook your head stubbornly; refusing to confess him your thoughts. You couldn’t reveal something that would mean nothing to him in the morning. Yoongi furrowed his brows as if he knew exactly what going on in that little head of yours.

Yoongi lifted himself, bending his knees into the bed and positioned one of your legs over his shoulder - giving his cock easier access and angle into your womanhood. Lifting your bottom half up on his thighs and snapping his hips repeatedly into you at this new angle forced you to squeeze your eyes shut, rolling your head back with a gasp. Simultaneously your hands reached out for anything to hold onto, to anchor yourself down.

He grunted at the sight of you, grinning wide with specks of blood on the corners of his mouth. You laid out in front of him at his own supervised mercy. A puppet and he- your puppeteer. This is what he couldn’t get enough of. What Yoongi missed. What he needed. This is what satisfied him. You laying beneath his control with joy plastered across your face has he’s balls deep into the warm wetness of your clenching pussy, tightening around his fully erect dick.

But you were delaying the grand finale.

“O-oh god, Yoongi…” You shrieked as the head of his cock forced itself dead on your g-spot, numbing tingles shooting down your legs.

Yoongi wasn’t giving up. He was determined to flush you out completely and taste the rich flavor of your metallic blood. Addicted to the taste and smell of it all.

“You’re going to cum again whether you like it or not.” He hissed.

Forcing his thumb between your legs, he rubbed harsh circles on your clit. His thrusts jammed deep into you, forcing your release to hit you full force. Juices spilling around his cock, sending your body in a raging frenzy.

He attacked his mouth to your raised thigh, burying his teeth, forming a deep gash and allowing a stream of blood run down the expanse of your leg. Yoongi lapped up the spilled liquid, at the same time using his lower back to roll his hips and chase his own sinful high. He clenched his teeth hard, bruising and mutilating the skin on your thigh once he released his full load into your cunt, earning a shriek of pain from you. Dick throbbing, your walls held onto him tightly, milking every last drop.

Yoongi tossed your legs to the side and collapsed face down into the mattress, panting heavily along with you. Your legs felt a tingly sensation all over besides the area that burned from the mouthful of flesh he dug into. His essence slowly oozing out of your cunt.

Again, your mind flooded with ‘am I good enough’. Did you satisfy Yoongi to make him stay with you or will this be a repetitive process and you will not see him again until he needed to get off? Why does your mind fill with doubt? With everything Yoongi just said, you still refused to believe it.

“Stop thinking.” Yoongi turned to face you.

“I-I can’t help it.” You choked, fresh tears collecting in your eyes.

Shifting so that his body connected to yours, Yoongi placed delicate kisses along your arm all the way up to your face. He latched his arm around your waist, rolling you to face him in return.

“I’m staying. I promise.”

The tears fell, you couldn’t control it. It’s like he read your mind, your body, and soul. Yoongi shushed you with a soft peck to your cheek, and one last one to your lips.

Yoongi never lied to you.

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sheadre · 4 years

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I’m in Love with an Angel (Lucifer Morningstar x Reader) One-shot

Summary: You’ve been roaming the world since the ancient times in the Eastern world. Your kind was hunted so in order to survive you hid yourself amongst humans. When you were in danger, Lucifer saved you, that’s how he knows what you are. However, he never showed you his devil-face before, this time though is different.

Word count: 3074

Warnings: angst, fluff, alcohol, song-fic

Los Angeles became your new home after moving again. You never thought that you would want to stay in one place for more than a few years. You were afraid of growing attached to others, maybe even fall in love again. After all, you were a fox spirit, a kitsune or as your old home called your kind: huli jing. For thousands of years you roamed the world, aware of never growing old compared to the humans. You were quite jealous of them to be honest. They got to find their partner, have kids and watch them grow up, they got to grow old with their partner and have friends.

I'm in love with an angel, heaven forbid Made me a believer with the touch of her skin

I'd go to hell and back with you Stay lost in what we found Worlds apart we were the same Until we hit the ground

Maybe I'm crazy, maybe I'm weak Maybe I'm blinded by what I see You wanted a soldier but it wasn't me 'Cause I could never set you free

So fly on your own It's time I let you go, go Go!

You tried to hide how lonely you were but those who were around you and started to like you could see it easily. Ella for example. She was kind and bubbly and gosh, always tried to set you up with someone. However, you were suspicious that today was a different case.

“So the victim was killed before their head was cut off which means, it was-“

“Not just a message to Mr. Del Pozo but it wasn’t torture like there was a reason which both Del Pozo and the killer knew” Chloe finished the sentence. You still had no idea why you had to be there because you were on Vice, not on Homicide. But you were ninety percent sure that it had to do something with Ella and her fantastic ideas.

“Alright, who could’ve wanted to send this message and why?” Dan asked curious.

“Maybe because it was one of Del Pozo’s man? A neighbor said that he saw them talk in front of Del Pozo’s house a few times” you asked turning Chloe’s attention to you. Her eyes were looking at you sharply like she wanted to pierce you through with something pointy. You kind of felt the same way right now to be honest. A few days ago you found Lucifer looking and smelling like hell, all shit-faced with a bottle of Jack Daniel’s in his hand. You had no idea why he looked so broken but it quickly turned out that his partner was the reason just like many times before.

Flashback ~

You were totally pissed because you had to give your almost finished case to Chloe as the guy was killed before you got to him. You seethed in anger and tried not to hit the panel of the elevator as it rode up to Lucifer’s penthouse. He was the first person who made you show your true form to him and you believed him to the Devil even though he never showed you his Devil-face.

“Lucifer, do you have something strong that will knock me out like- What the actual fuck?! Lucifer, are you alright?!” you hurried over to him as the Devil was sprayed out on the floor like a starfish wearing pajamas (cashmere pajamas). Only one of his feet were in his slippers, the other slipper was on the counter as he stared up at the ceiling. You knelt down next to him and leaned over him to look him in the eyes. “Lucifer?”

“She hates everything that I am…” he mumbled as he turned on his side toward you and curled into a fetal position. You hesitantly lifted a hand and combed the stray strands out of his handsome face.

“Did she see you? Did you show her?” you asked quietly as you petted his soft brown curls. His hair was so soft gosh… your heart jumped in your chest and you had to stop yourself from pulling away abruptly. “Lucifer, what happened?”

“She saw me and then she ran away and now… now she’s terrified of me! Even tried to… to send me back to Hell…” Lucifer groaned.

“Lucifer, she’s human, of course, your other side would terrify her. Even I freaked out Linda when I showed my true form to her! Compared to you I only have fluffy tails and ears, that’s not that scary!” you gestured around in the air. You hoped that maybe you could make the atmosphere lighter somehow. However, Lucifer just groaned making you look at him in sympathy and pity. He was clearly so in love with Chloe and vica versa, because you’ve never seen Chloe be so happy before those few days they had something going on. “But if someone truly loves the other, then they will come back. She just needs some time to process everything.”

“You haven’t seen my face, (Name), you have no idea what she’s terrified of” the Devil replied as he sat up on the marble floor.

I'm in love with an angel who's afraid of the light Her halo is broken but there's fight in her eyes

Walls are built to keep us safe Until they're crashing down Worlds apart we were the same Until you hit the ground

Maybe I'm crazy, maybe I'm weak Maybe I'm blinded by what I see You wanted a soldier but it wasn't me 'Cause I could never set you free

So fly on your own It's time I let you go, go

Go!

“Then show me, Lucifer and I will know” you smiled at him gently with a nod as you cupped his face in your hands. He needed a friend and you promised that you will be there for him if he needs you. Especially after he stopped hunters to kill you. Under your hands you could feel his skin harden and you watched as his face turned red and edgy, cheek bones and eyebrows protruding, red eyes blazing into your skull. It was scary as all hell but he was the same Lucifer you loved, the same devil who saved you, protected you and have been your friend for years now.

You could tell his surprise at the missing fear in your eyes, your hands remaining on his cheeks. You never pulled away, never backed out, never rejected him.

“You know… you would be the kids’ favorite during Halloween” you chuckled as you took every nook and cranny, every little detail.

“You don’t… think I-“

“I see the man who saved me, I see the same man who has been my friend and who never let me down, who always came to rescue me” you shook your head. “You’re important to me no matter how you look like Lucifer, understand?”

The Devil just nodded with a small, happy smile playing on his lips at your words as his more human-ly face came back. The whole night, you spent on his side, helping him into bed and putting away any alcoholic beverages. As you watched him sleep soundly after you managed to get him out of the shower which was both embarrassing and slippery, you smiled sadly at him. You were aware of their bond, that Chloe was his supposed soulmate, that they were meant for each other. Though you wished that it would be you, that it would be you who had a soulmate. You gently kissed his temple and wished him a good night before you left to go home and get in bed too.

End of flashback ~

“Ella, why is Strong here in the first place?” Chloe turned to Ella who looked back and forth between you two. You turned to her too with a curious expression.

“Argh! This argument and bitchy atmosphere is rotting the air in the precinct around you guys! I wanted you two to make up! You were getting along so well!” she whined before looking at Dan for help but he was out the door by then. You face-palmed exasperatedly, tired of everyone trying to make you and Chloe friends again.

“Ella, it is nice that you tried but we don’t have to interfere with each other” you motioned between you and Chloe. “We work in completely different departments. Plus we’re adults, no need to gather us around like kindergarteners.”

“This time I have to agree with Strong” Chloe nodded before she stood up and left the room. You dropped your pen on your notebook and sighed heavily. Ever since she noticed that Lucifer’s attention shifted to you too, she made your work harder and acted bitchy sometimes. Not always though.

“Okay, you have to tell me what’s going on” Ella pulled a chair out and sat down.

“Nothing’s going on” you groaned. “Chloe just realized that this time, pushing Lucifer away will make him turn his attention to someone else. Which I’m not as happy as everyone – Chloe included – thinks so. He’s been super awkward around me. I want my friend back, Ella.”

“Oh, Lucifer is like that. He’s gonna try to woo you until Chloe gets too pissed off and-“

“Yeah, I get that… I’m a replacement” you grabbed your things quickly standing up as fast as you could. “But it’s getting on my nerves lately so tell Lucifer if you see him that I’m gonna scare all of the girls away from LUX if he won’t stop with all the gifts.”

You marched out of the conference room and went back to your desk. Work filled your every minute these days as the new captain kept giving newer and newer cases. You barely got a drug baron behind bars, a new one took its place. You sighed heavily as you worked away on your computer and tried to avoid thinking about how much your chest was hurting when you admitted that you were just a replacement to Lucifer.

Walls are built to keep us safe Until they're crashing down Worlds apart we were the same Until you hit the ground

Maybe I'm crazy, maybe I'm weak Maybe I'm blinded by what I see You wanted a soldier but it wasn't me 'Cause I could never set you free

So fly on your own It's time I let you go

So fly on your own It's time I let you go, go

Go!

Suddenly Maze appeared with a man and gave the man over to one of the officers. She looked around and spotted you, her lips pulling up in a smile making you dread the next half-an-hour. You groaned when she messed up your organized stack of papers by putting them on the new cases.

“Maze, you can bother me, you know that but could you please not mess up my work?” you whined as you started sorting the papers again.

“Lucifer can’t shut up about you, Strong” the demon pointed at you with a mischievous smirk on her face. “Have you shown him something nice?”

Even though her gaze fluttered your ego and helped your self-esteem, you still had to say no to that. She kept suggesting that you and Lucifer should sleep together even when it was obvious as an elephant in the middle of a playground that Lucifer and Chloe had something going on. You crossed your arms in front of your chest as you leaned back with furrowed eyebrows.

“Everyone else assumes that I’m sleeping with said Devil but nope.” you replied. “What are you here for anyway?”

“Just brought in a wanted criminal and right now I have nothing to do so… don’t you want to I don’t know… hang out?” Maze asked wiggling her eyebrows making you chuckle.

“Only if we won’t end up in a questionable place with a questionable person” you sighed with a small smile on your lips but you were already standing up from your desk. Now that Chloe took another case from you as criminals and shady people ended up dead more times than you could bring them in alive, you had nothing to do right now. Not in the precinct anyway.

The last few days you avoided Lucifer at all cost. To be honest, you weren’t sure if his attention turning to you and wooing you was a good thing. You knew that it was just a temporary situation while he found his way back to Chloe. You knew that once he was accepted again by Decker, he would forget about you in less than a second and so you wanted to keep yourself from falling for Lucifer. For thousands of years you avoided falling in love not because you didn’t want to but you had no choice. Humans had a certain life-span while you would never age as you were a spirit, a mythologic creature, some even said a demon but the real demon was sitting next to you on the passenger seat.

Maze told you to go to LUX because she wanted to grab her knife so you were parking in front of LUX. You sighed as you waited for Maze to come back when she texted you. You furrowed your eyebrows but jumped out of the car and ran inside after reading the message: LUCIFER NEEDS HELP! NOW!

You kept pushing on the elevator button and waited in the elevator impatiently. Your muscles tensed when the doors opened and you jumped out just to see Lucifer sitting by the piano, candles lit all around the living room.

“Hello, (Name)” he perked up when he spotted you.

“I should’ve expected all this” you sighed heavily as you held your forehead. You wanted to run out the way you came, your body tensing as you watched Lucifer approach you. He was ravishing in that suit, his brown eyes looked deep into your (e/c). Your heart wanted to break in two, knowing that all this was for Chloe. Maybe not today but soon. Because you’re just a replacement, a momentary comfort. “L-Lucifer…” you whispered and he must’ve seen your pained expression when he stopped dead in his tracks.

“Everything alright? Are you hurt? What is wrong, darling?” he leaned down concern lacing his deep voice as his large hands grabbed your shoulders.

“Why?” you averted your gaze. “Why are you trying so hard? When this is not real… when this all is meant for Chloe?” You felt your face heat up as you tried to stop your heart from thumping so loudly in your chest. Other women in your place would be jumping in Lucifer’s neck trying to bind him to themselves but you were different. You roamed the world for many years besides… you definitely was not someone who was worthy of his attention or affection.

“How the bloody hell would it not be real?! What more do I have to do to make you see that I want you?!” he pulled away angrily. Your eyes widened in surprise, your head snapping up to watch him take a few steps back and turn around. Your heart was thumping even faster and harder against your ribcage but in pure hope. It was like someone lit a candle in your chest and now it was burning like a furnace. “I’ve been trying to tell you- tell you that I- that I- ARGH!”

“Lucifer…”

“You reject me just like the detective because of what I am, right? You can’t bear to look at me, to stay in my presence, can you?!” he exclaimed, his voice was broken as he looked back at you with tears gathered in his eyes. You vigorously shook your head as tears rolled down your face and you approached him with trembling hands.

“I can’t accept all this because… because I’m so afraid that one day you will go back to Chloe just like every time before” you cupped his face in your trembling hands trying to blink the tears away. “I’m afraid to accept this because I’m afraid that you will leave me for her… because she’s your soulmate while I’m… I’m just a wandering spirit.”

“(Name)” Lucifer breathed as he pulled you to his chest. You stood there frozen in his embrace with your face pressed against his suit jacket. “I let her go… I realized that she just can’t accept me for who I am. She betrayed me by considering to send me back to Hell. You, (Name), you were the only one who was always by my side, been the shoulder for me to lean on, given me an embrace when I needed one. Her heart was always closed for me and I had to pry it open but you… you let me in without a second thought, without a doubt.”

“That’s who I am, Lucifer… no one should ask for permission to be someone’s friend” you replied snaking your arms around his waist.

“I know…” you could hear the smile in his voice.

“By the way… what makes you sure that you can just ‘let her go’? After all, she exists… for you” you whispered but didn’t dare pull away from him.

“I’m not vulnerable around her anymore” he replied as he pulled away from you a little to look into your eyes. Amenadiel’s theory was that angels were allowed to choose their paths, make their own choices and if they lost their powers or wings it was all of their own doing. He told you that Lucifer being vulnerable around Chloe was Lucifer’s own choice. If he wasn’t vulnerable around her anymore… then it meant that he really… didn’t…

“Oh” you mumbled a little bit shocked. Though you had no time to say anything else as his lips met yours. Your breath hitched in your throat at the kiss. You haven’t felt like this ever since… Your heart thumped in your chest as you kissed him back, your hand sliding up to the back of his neck while the other curled into his shirt.

You felt so warm in his arms but it felt natural like you belonged there yet it was a foreign sensation. You’ve never felt so loved, so warm, so accepted before not even in his arms five hundred years ago. Not even in the first and you thought last love in your life could hold you like this. It felt so good because Lucifer really, utterly wanted you. Only you.

End ~

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meangirlsx · 4 years

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A Little Strange and Unusual

Pairing: Lydia Deetz x reader Word count: 2469 Warning(s): None Request: I have a spooky request!!! How about Lydia and female reader watching scary movies. Lydia has to comfort the reader because shes shaking a bit and admits she gets nightmares after watching scary movies.

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“What do you want to watch first?” Lydia called to you from her living room.

You were in the kitchen popping popcorn. “Whatever you want!” you called back. And you meant it. At least, at the time.

When you returned to the living room, you expected to see your friend and crush sitting on the couch with the remote and a bowl of Halloween candy. You didn’t expect to see a horror movie queued up on the TV and a small stack of horror movies sitting in front of the TV, ready to be watched next.

“Lyds…” you said, setting the bowl of popcorn on the coffee table.

You had never been very good with scary movies. They usually gave you nightmares. You had been friends with Lydia for quite a while, now, but you hadn’t told her that, yet. You’d sort of hoped you wouldn’t have to. You were ecstatic when Lydia had invited you over for a Halloween movie night. You hadn’t anticipated the possibility of watching scary movies with her, though, you realized, you probably should have.

“It’s Halloween!” she said, grinning. “I know some of them are a little older, but they’re supposed to be classics. These are basically required watching, right?”

She had taken your cautious tone to mean you weren’t sure about some of the movies she had chosen, rather than a hesitation about scary movies in general. You found that kind of adorable.

You met her eyes and you thought your heart might melt. She looked so excited. Truly. Deeply. Excited. How could you say no to that? Spoiler alert: you couldn’t.

So you sat down beside her, pulled a blanket into your lap, and held your tongue.

You were pleased, to say the least, when Lydia scooted closer and reached over to spread your blanket over her lap, too. Maybe if you focused a little more on her, the movies wouldn’t be so scary. At least, that’s what you told yourself. It couldn’t be that hard to focus on her, right? She was basically always on your mind anyway.

That was mostly true. It was definitely easy to focus on her. You even found it easy to focus on hoping she might get a little affectionate to ease your fears. But she couldn’t do that if you didn’t show your fears, you realized. You tried to weigh the ideas in your head.

Show fear, feel vulnerable and a bit embarrassed, possibly get cuddles…

Don’t show fear, don’t feel vulnerable or embarrassed, probably don’t get cuddles…

A thought floated through the back of your mind that said, But you get nightmares either way if you don’t tell her you’re scared.

You did your best to quiet your mind and keep yourself still and silent as you watched jump scares and things you knew would haunt your dreams cross the screen.

You made it through the first movie with the help of some candy and a good amount of attention being placed on squirreling some buttery pieces of popcorn from the bowl.

When Lydia sat back down after putting in the next movie, you swore she was closer than she had been before. You didn’t want to focus so hard on your crush that you made it obvious, but focusing on the way your heart beat faster helped you focus less on the movie as it began to play.

You couldn’t help but notice that both of your bowls were on the coffee table, too. You tried not to let yourself get too hopeful, but it seemed like a safer distraction.

The second movie was definitely harder to watch than the first. About 10 minutes in, you found yourself clutching onto Lydia’s sleeve. You felt dread wash over you as she looked down at your hand on her arm, then back up at you. You were so worried she was going to judge you. But her eyes were gentle.

“Are you scared?” she asked. “We can watch something else.”

“No!” you said, gripping tighter. “I’ll be fine.”

She didn’t look convinced, and she looked concerned, too, but she gave you a light smile anyway. “Then let me help, at least.” And with that, she removed her arm from your hold and wrapped it around you.

You were pretty sure your brain shut down for a second, but you leaned into her.

It wasn’t long before you were really starting to get scared again. You buried your head in the crook of her neck at a particularly difficult moment to watch.

“Are you okay?” she asked softly. “We can stop. I really don’t mind.”

“Just tell me when it’s over,” you said.

Lydia held you tighter after that, wrapping her other arm around you, too.

Toward the end of the second movie, she pulled the blanket so it covered both of you more and pulled you in closer to her.

When the movie ended, you were glad it was over, a little disappointed it meant she was going to have to move away from you, but mostly terrified for what would be up next. You debated finding a way to ask Lydia for a change of genre, but she beat you to it.

“Why don’t we stop with the scary movies, now?” she said, carefully letting one arm fall from around you and rubbing your arm with the other.

You tilted your head and drew your eyebrows together at her, a little shocked.

She looked like she felt bad for whatever she was about to say, but she said it anyway. “You’re shaking.”

You hadn’t noticed at all, but you realized she was right. “How long have I been shaking?”

“Just a few minutes. I thought you were cold, but pulling up the blanket and trying to be closer to you didn’t seem to help. I’m so sorry, Y/N. I didn’t mean to watch movies that would scare you this much.”

You weren’t sure what to say.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” she asked. Her voice was sincere and sorry, not judgemental in the least.

“You were so excited to watch these movies. I didn’t want to disappoint you or seem like a baby.”

Lydia reached out and took your hand. “I would never think that of you. And you could never disappoint me. Why don’t we watch some Disney Halloween movies or something?”

“You wouldn’t mind?”

She smiled. “They’re classics, too, right?” She stood and made her way over to another group of DVDs. “Besides, I don’t really care what we watch. I just wanted to spend the night with you.”

You were glad she had her back to you so she couldn’t see the way you blushed and smiled to yourself.

You both worked your way through the bowls of popcorn and candy as you watched Disney Halloween movies for the next few hours.

During Hocus Pocus, you moved to pull your legs up in front of you, but you tried to be careful not to pull the blanket off of Lydia.

She gave you a quick glance, then said, “You can…” But she cut herself off and instead placed her hands on your legs and gently stretched them over her lap. “Is that okay?”

You didn’t know what else to say other than, “Yeah.”

You both returned your attention to the movie. As you continued to watch, you noticed that, slowly, her hand made its way closer and closer to your leg until it was resting on your knee. Her other hand followed shortly after.

You were starting to get tired after you had watched a couple of lighter movies. You were pretty sure Lydia was feeling the same way. Your knees had drifted closer to her body and her hands felt heavier on your legs. They had even shifted so they were more hugging your knees closer to her than resting there.

“I guess I should get going before I fall asleep,” you said.

You felt Lydia’s fingers curl against your skin and her gaze met yours. “I’m really glad we got to do this.”

You smiled back at her. “Me, too. Thanks for inviting me over”

There was a long pause before you heard Lydia ask, “Am I moving?”

“No, but neither am I,” you said, laughing.

“You could spend the night. I mean, if you want. I could give you something to sleep in.”

“That would be...really nice. Thank you.”

Apparently your answer was enough to motivate Lydia to get up. She carefully picked up your legs and set them back down on the couch, then headed up the stairs. She returned a minute later with pajamas on and a pair in hand for you. Something about seeing her in her pajamas felt so personal, but you tried not to think about it as she handed you her other set. You thanked her again and went to change in the bathroom.

You examined yourself in the mirror wearing her clothes. They didn’t fit you exactly, the way they would fit her, but you loved the way they looked on you. You loved the way they felt. It felt like you had a piece of her with you, like it was a part of you, at least for the night.

When you came back, she had pulled out a huge pile of blankets and pillows and set them up on the floor in front of the couch.

You settled into the cozy little nest as she shut off the light, then settled in beside you. You had both been tired, but you ended up talking for nearly another hour. You didn’t remember the last time you had laughed so hard or enjoyed a conversation this much.

When you started to feel tired again, the scary movies you had watched earlier began to creep back into your mind.

Lydia noticed your sudden change in mood.

“Hey.” She placed her hand on your arm, prompting you to look at her. “Are you okay?”

You nodded. “I’m fine. I’ll be fine.”

She moved closer to you. “What is it?”

You sighed before answering, nervous to tell her because you didn’t want her to feel bad. “Scary movies. They sort of...get to me. Late at night, when I’m trying to sleep. And sometimes they give me nightmares.”

“Oh, Y/N!” You could see the apology in her face before she even offered one. “I’m sorry. I had no idea. I never would’ve made you watch those movies. I’m so sorry. I wanted tonight to be perfect. I never wanted to scare you.”

“I got to spend tonight with you. I’d say that’s pretty perfect.” The words left your mouth before you could really think about them, but the look on Lydia’s face made you grateful you didn’t have a chance to stop yourself.

Her mouth hung open and her eyes were wide. They were practically glistening. “Me, too,” she said after a minute. “But I still feel awful.”

“You didn’t know. I didn’t tell you. That’s not your fault.”

“Well...I know you’re not a huge fan of scary things. But I didn’t know the movies would scare you that much. I just thought that maybe if we watched scary movies...you’d want me to...sort of...protect you. It sounds stupid now.”

You felt your heart beat faster again. “It’s not stupid. I mean...I definitely wasn’t complaining.”

Lydia’s eyes lit up. “So...maybe we could have another movie night sometime? Minus the scary movies?”

“Absolutely. I would love to.” You smiled, and so did she. You couldn’t tell which of you was smiling more.

But suddenly her smile faded. “You still need to sleep, though. What can I do?”

You shook your head. “Nothing. I’ll be fine. I always am. Besides, I’m...a little distracted and worked up, now, anyway.”

She smiled again, realizing you meant because she had asked you out. “Wait. I have an idea. I think it will help, but it might kind of freak you out, first.”

“Okay…?”

“Maybe I shouldn’t. Maybe it’s a mistake.”

“Well, you’ve got me curious, now.”

With one final glance at you, she called into the air. “Barbara? Adam?”

You couldn’t believe your eyes as two adults appeared in the room, looking lighter than seemed humanly possible.

“I can answer questions tomorrow, but basically, these are my friends, Barbara and Adam. They’re ghosts. They used to live here before we did. They’re really nice and they always look out for me.”

“It’s nice to meet you,” Barbara said.

“Are those Lydia’s pajamas?” Adam asked. Barbara elbowed him, and you and Lydia laughed.

“Maybe knowing a couple of paranormal beings are watching over us while we sleep will make you feel safer from anything your mind can create in a nightmare from one of the movies,” Lydia said. “And they’ll protect us. Nothing is going to happen, of course. But nothing would get passed them if it did.”

“Hold that thought,” Barbara said and vanished as quickly as they’d appeared. She reappeared a moment later, holding something up. “Try this, too.”

“A dreamcatcher?” you asked as you watched Barbara hang it on a nearby lamp.

“They really do work,” she said. “This should keep away any nightmares, for sure.”

“Thank you,” you said, looking around the room at all of them.

“And we’ll be right here if you need anything, okay?” Adam said.

You thanked them again, and so did Lydia. Adam and Barbara sat down on the couch and began to speak to each other quietly.

“Thank you,” Lydia said softly. “For being okay with this.”

You shrugged and rested back against your pillow. “It’s definitely shocking. And a little confusing. But I think it’s pretty cool that you can say you’re friends with ghosts.”

Lydia let out a sweet laugh. “Well, keep hanging around here and you will, too.” She paused, thinking, then said, “I have one more thought.”

“What’s that?” you asked.

“What about singing? I could sing to you. Would that help?”

Now that, you kind of wanted to see, you had to admit. “You don’t have to. You already got your friends and a dreamcatcher.”

“I want to.”

And she did. The song was slow and sweet. You thought her voice could be an angel’s. You let your eyes close and her voice fill your mind. You felt her hand in your hair after a moment. As you began to drift into sleep, you felt warm and content, which was never how you felt after a scary movie.

The last thing you felt before you fell asleep were Lydia’s lips on your forehead, then her arm around your waist and her body laying down next to yours. It wasn’t long before dreams took over, and you were pretty sure most of them were about her.

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NOTE: I asked for suggestions for the song Lydia sings to the reader. I was going to choose one, but all of the replies I got were amazing and important and valid, so it’s totally up to you what she sings. I love the idea that it’s something her mom used to sing to her. I also love the suggestion that it’s a song that means something to them, like their song. And I love the suggestions of “When the Party’s Over” by Billie Eilish, “Everything Stays” from Adventure Time, “You Are My Sunshine” by Johnny Cash, “Sunshine of My Life” by Stevie Wonder (at least I think that’s what they meant), and singing “Day-O” softly and slowly. So those are the suggestions if you want to imagine one of those for yourself, or of course a song of your own choosing.

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aion-rsa · 4 years

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Many people have a very intimate relationship with books. And horror books can get under your skin like no other medium, whether you’re peering at a scary novel under the covers as a youngster or devouring new or classic horror as a grown up. Good horror writing sticks with you.

For Halloween we’ve attempted to round up some of the scariest sentences ever written – and who better to ask for their recommendations than some of the finest horror writers and editors around? We asked some of our favourite experts to tell us the line that scared them most and why. Any suggestions of your own? Let us know in the comments.

To Serve Man by Damon Knight

Scariest sentence: “It’s a cookbook,” he said.

Is there a better whammy of an end line than this? Ten to one you’ll know the story that precedes it: Seemingly benevolent aliens, the Kanamit, arrive on earth, promising peace and prosperity. The aliens are as good as their word, and start whisking “lucky” humans off to their planet for a “ten year exchange programme”. A U.N translator, who (rightly) thinks this is all too good to be true, sets about translating the aliens’ favourite book, which, from its title, “To Serve Man,” is assumed to be an innocent handbook. It ain’t (see the last line). The story and its funny/bleak ending has haunted me since I first read it as a ten-year-old, way too young to consider that it could be read as an allegory about the horrors of colonialism. Back then all I could think about were the people the Kanamit had lured aboard their ships, unaware that they were destined for the table (or the Kanamit version of Masterchef). It still gives me chills. – Sarah Lotz author of Missing Person out now from Hodder.

I Have No Mouth, and I Must Scream by Harlan Ellison

Scariest sentence: “I have no mouth. And I must scream.”

If I tell you the name of this Harlan Ellison story, it’ll give away the last line… “I have no mouth. And I must scream.” I remember when I first read that ending, only to find myself caught in a loop where those two sentences kept echoing through my head. Reading it again right now, it’s still hard not to pinch my lips as tightly together as possible and try giving the ol’ lungs a good bellow. Still sends shivers down my spine. – Clay McLeod Chapman, author of The Remaking, out now from Quirk Books

Movies

How Hulu’s Books of Blood Movie Taps The Mind of Clive Barker

By Don Kaye

Cabal by Clive Barker

Scariest Sentence: “She knew what men afraid, and afraid of their fear, were capable of.“

According to some criminologists, the root cause of many violent acts isn’t anger but fear. Fear of rejection, of failure, of abandonment, of loss. In this early novel by Barker, the link between fear and violence is only subtly hinted at–which makes it all the more frightening. He alludes to the heroine’s personal history with violent men, leaving the reader to fill in the blanks. – Andrew Schaffer, author of Secret Santa, out 10 November from Quirk Books

The Sibling by Adam Hall

Scariest sentence: “He’s put the clown in her room,” Lorraine said quietly.

As a species, our goal is to keep clowns out of our bedrooms and living spaces and yet here’s some monster deliberately inserting a clown into someone’s room, ignoring the fact that since at least the dawn of time clowns have been mankind’s natural predator. The resigned tone of that “quietly” really drives home the horror because clearly this is not the first time. – Grady Hendrix.

Squelch, John Halkn

Scariest sentence: “It still doesn’t make sense to me. Moths attack sweaters and fly around light bulbs. They don’t devour humans.”

It doesn’t make sense to me, either, but if moths have stopped attacking our clothing and started attacking our bodies then count me out. I’m done. – Grady Hendrix.

Night of the Crabs by Guy N. Smith

Scariest sentence:“What a beautiful night,” Pat remarked, as they passed alongside the barbed-wire fence which enclosed War Department property. “If only we didn’t have to worry about giant crabs.”

Sometimes you just wish you lived in a simpler world. – Grady Hendrix.

The Farm by Richard Haigh

Scariest sentence: “The pigs,” then her control snapped. “Look, they’re coming out,” she shrieked. “Oh, sweet Christ. The pigs!!”

Every time I leave the safety of New York City I fully expect this to be the last sentence I hear as I am devoured by angry livestock. – Grady Hendrix, author of The Final Girl Support Group out July 2021 from Titan Books

The Girl Next Door by Jack Ketchum

Scariest sentence: “I’m not going to tell you about this. I refuse to.”

That’s half of chapter 42 from Jack Ketchum’s The Girl Next Door. And The Girl Next Door is a novel that, just as Joe R. Lansdale says at the head of his story “The Night They Missed the Horror Show,” doesn’t flinch. So, if the narrator is looking back to having seen something that even he can’t put on the page, then . . . how bad must it be, right? I’ve talked to other readers of this novel and they’ve told me about chapter 42 as if the narrator actually fleshes it all out for us, and they (myself as well) all flinch as if traumatized from having had to read those words. Except they never did read the words of what actually happened. But that’s Jack Ketchum, for you. He doesn’t need to actually say it on the page to get it into our head. Worse, this is a chapter that never leaves you, either. Worse than that, you kind of become complicit just for reading it. – Stephen Graham Jones author of The Only Good Indians, out now.

In the Hills, the Cities by Clive Barker

Scariest sentence: “In Popolac a kind of peace reigned. Instead of a frenzy of panic there was a numbness, a sheep-like acceptance of the world as it was. Locked in their positions, strapped, roped and harnessed to each other in a living system that allowed for no single voice to be louder than any other, nor any back to labour less than its neighbour’s, they let an insane consensus replace the tranquil voice of reason.”

As a much younger person, reading this story for the first time, I was overtaken by awe at the imagery; not unlike Mick who chooses to hitch a ride on the impossible doomed giant made of city denizens. Re-reading it now decades later, the story and these lines fill me with bone-deep dread. Like the referee/car thief and Mick’s lover Judd, I cannot bear to view the inevitable fall. – Paul Tremblay, author of Survivor Song, out now from Titan Books.

Home Burial by Robert Frost

Scariest sentences: ”Don’t – don’t go. Don’t carry it to someone else this time. Tell me about it if it’s something human.”

The line here that I consider scary is ‘Tell me about it if it’s something human.’ Because of the implication that people may carry within them things that are not human. In this case, I imagine the ‘it’ that may not be human to be something so deeply felt and instinctive that it is pre-language – and so pre-human, almost. Something primordial that requires translation or mediation – and perhaps in that, change or diminishment – in order to be sensible to another sentient being. It is the suggestion that maybe our most fundamental aspects or thoughts – our most important feelings – cannot be properly communicated that is terrifying, to me. It makes me think of each person as a dark pool, with their lived experience and true feelings becoming manifest at the bottom, and the communication of these things to others being only what is visible through the surface of the water, from above.

As much as I do believe that all communication is imperfect, and that it is difficult for people to know each other truly, I take comfort from two things – one is love, which is, I think, a kind of deep, fundamental knowing and acceptance of each other. The other is fiction, which (in my opinion) is often an attempt at translating ideas and feelings that, coming from our deepest places, we don’t otherwise have the language for. – Tom Fletcher, author The Witch Bottle, out 12 November from Jo Fletcher Books.

The Talisman by Stephen King and Peter Straub

Scariest sentence: “You’re the herd now, Jacky.”

I read King & Straub’s The Talisman when I was 15, at a time in my life when I’d said goodbye to one bunch of friends and hello to another, and the friendship between Jack Sawyer and his werewolf friend Wolf resonated strongly with me. In Wolf’s culture werewolves are farmers and fiercely protective of their herds who they protect by locking themselves away every month. The problem is that Jack and Wolf are on the run and Wolf’s change is coming upon him, and there’s nowhere to shut Wolf away. So when Wolf turns to Jack with blazing eyes and says this, it’s simultaneously a promise of protection (‘I will die for you’) but also a warning (‘I will tear you to pieces’). The chill with which Jack realises that his best friend loves him but will probably kill him anyway has stayed with me ever since. – James Brogden, author of Bone Harvest, out now from Titan Books

Movies

I Am Legend: Why Can’t Matheson’s Masterpiece be Done Justice on Film?

By Dan Hajducky

I Am Legend by Richard Matheson

Scariest sentence: “The watch had stopped”

I think a lot of us can relate to the feeling of getting caught up in our work and letting the hours pass us by without much thought. In the case of Robert Neville, the central figure in Richard Matheson’s seminal I Am Legend, getting lost in the hours is the most horrific thing he could possibly do. The simple four-word-sentence that has scared me more than any other in all my days of reading is “The watch had stopped.” If you’ve read the story, I’m sure you remember how those words burned into you. – Rachel Autumn Deering, editor of Hex Life, out in paperback from Titan Books on November 10 2020

One for the Road by Stephen King

Scariest sentence: “And I think she’s still waiting for her good-night kiss.”

I’m not easily scared, but occasionally I get a real chill up my spine. Shirley Jackson did that with the last line of The Haunting of Hill House. But if we’re talking about one line that lingers, that still makes me remember the way it felt the very first time I read it, I have to go with the last line in Stephen King’s short story “One for the Road,” from his collection Night Shift. It’s a vampire story, a sequel to ’Salem’s Lot, about a family whose car is trapped in a blizzard on the outskirts of a town plagued by vampires. That last line is “And I think she’s still waiting for her good-night kiss.” There, I just felt it again. That shiver. All these years later, it still works on me. – Christopher Golden, editor of Hex Life, out in paperback from Titan Books on November 10 2020

The New Mother by Lucy Clifford

Scariest sentence: “Now and then, when the darkness has fallen and the night is still, hand in hand Blue-Eyes and the Turkey creep up near to the home in which they once were so happy, and with beating hearts they watch and listen; sometimes a blinding flash comes through the window, and they know it is the light from the new mother’s glass eyes, or they hear a strange muffled noise, and they know it is the sound of her wooden tail as she drags it along the floor.”

The scariest sentence ever is from The New Mother by Lucy Clifford. The strange tone of the writing, the situation in the story and the fact that the new mother is not in any way human… – David Quantick, author of Night Train, out now from Titan Books

The Haunting of Hill House by Shirley Jackson

Scariest sentence: “God God! Whose hand was I holding?”

This scene perfectly conjures the feeling of being afraid in the night. Distance, time, sound – all the natural laws of the daylight world grow slippery and loosen. It’s a unique sensation – no other fear has the visceral, unhinged quality of cold terror in the dark. Shirley Jackson puts all of this on the page – she takes Eleanor and the reader into that same heightened, accelerated state, she makes our hearts race, she makes us feel alone, disoriented, lost in the night with only a friend’s hand to cling to. And then she saves us – the lights come on, our heart rate slows, and the rational world seems to settle into its proper channel again. And at last Eleanor sees: the friend whose comforting hand she held in the dark has been on the other side of the room all along. – Catriona Ward is the author of The Last House on Needless Street out 18th March 2021 from Viper Books

The Haunting Of Hill House: How the Extraordinary Episode 6 was Made

By Louisa Mellor

The Haunting of Hill House by Shirley Jackson

Scariest sentence: “God god – whose hand was I holding?”

It’s from a scene about two-thirds of the way through the novel. Eleanor and Theodora go to sleep in their adjacent beds in one of the many bedrooms in Hill House. They sleep with the lights on because of previous frightening incidents. But Eleanor wakes in the night to find the room plunged in darkness, and hears an eerie voice muttering from the next room. The darkness and the frightening sounds go on endlessly, and Eleanor is filled with a mounting sense of dread. She reaches out blindly for Theodora’s hand and holds on tight.

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But when the lights finally come back on, Theodora is several feet away, sitting up in her own bed, too far away for Eleanor to have touched her. So the hand she was holding belonged to someone or something else. It’s a brilliantly oblique bit of horror – the realisation that the monster was right alongside you, inside your guard – and every adaptation of the novel references it in some form or other. But I don’t think you can beat Jackson’s chilling, deadpan prose. – Mike Carey author of The Trials of Koli, out now from Orbit Books

Books

Who Was The Haunting of Hill House Author Shirley Jackson?

By Don Kaye

The Haunting of Hill House by Shirley Jackson

Scariest sentence: “No live organism can continue for long to exist sanely under conditions of absolute reality; even larks and katydids are supposed, by some, to dream. Hill House, not sane, stood by itself against its hills, holding darkness within; it had stood for eighty years and might stand for eighty more. Within, walls continued upright, bricks met neatly, floors were firm, and doors were sensibly shut; silence lay steadily against the wood and stone of Hill House, and whatever walked there, walked alone.”

I’ll be surprised if no one else has picked these sentences, although maybe not, because I’m blatantly cheating for choosing the entire first paragraph of The Haunting of Hill House. It is a classic of looming dread, and it’s probably generated more commentary and criticism than any other first paragraph in a horror novel. I love it. – Ellen Datlow, editor of the Best Horror of the Year annual series.

A Head Full of Ghosts by Paul Tremblay

Scariest sentence: “It was so dark it was like nothing was there in the room but us. Only the nothing was actually something because it filled my eyes and lungs and it sat on my shoulders.”

Paul Tremblay perfectly captures our universal fear of the dark in these two lines from A Head Full of Ghosts. That made the flesh on my skull crawl when I read it. The wording is simple but so effective: in one, two, three increasingly creepy instances Paul transforms what’s simply darkness into the tangible, the intimately dangerous… as darkness tends to do. – Thomas Olde Heuvalt, author Hex and Echo, forthcoming from Nightfire in 2021

Naked Lunch by William S. Burroughs

Scariest sentence: The Black Meat is like a tainted cheese, overpoweringly delicious and nauseating so that the eaters eat and vomit and eat again until they fall exhausted.

I read Naked Lunch in high school and it was a mind-destroyer. Thankfully, it is also a mind rebuilder. You can turn to any page and find sentences that bewildered, disoriented, horrified, and excited me. So that’s exactly what I just did: I opened the book randomly to page 55 and found one. Disgusting, delightful decadence! – Daniel Kraus, coauthor with George A. Romero of The Living Dead, out now from Tor Books.

The Masque of the Red Death by Edgar Allan Poe

Scariest sentence: “And Darkness and Decay and the Red Death held illimitable dominion over all.“

It’s ‘illimitable’ that does it for me, though the capitalisations and the against-the-advice-of-grammarians superfluous first and second usages of ‘and’ add quite a bit. That first ‘And’ – the one your teacher told you not to start a sentence with – is a pointed touch and does a lot of work, indicating that all the bad stuff in the rest of the sentence is a consequence of what’s gone before in the story … which, this season, seems like the most pointed tale of mystery and imagination ever written. – Kim Newman author Anno Dracula 1999 Daikaiju out now from Titan Books.

The Haunting of Hill House by Shirley Jackson

Scariest sentence: “In the unending, crashing second before the car hurled into the tree she thought clearly, Why am I doing this? Why am I doing this? Why don’t they stop me?”

Discussions of the prose of Shirley Jackson’s monumental The Haunting of Hill House tend to focus on its famous opening paragraph. Certainly the beginnings of both the novel’s first and second chapters offer a wealth of riches for scholarly consideration, rhetorical analysis. Yet it’s this long sentence from the novel’s second-to-last paragraph that comes to mind if I’m asked to name the most frightening line in the book. Indeed, it seems to me one of the most frightening sentences of any novel or story I’ve read. Obviously, there are lines whose immediate impact is greater, which have a more substantial visceral effect (Clive Barker’s fiction is rife with these). But I’m not sure any echo in quite the same way. At this moment in Jackson’s narrative, Eleanor Vance is being made to leave Hill House, the dwelling with whose structure her personality has become entangled and confused. Seemingly unwilling to be separated from the place, she steers her car straight toward an enormous tree at a curve in the driveway and steps on the gas. “I am really doing it,” she thinks, “I am doing this all by myself, now, at last.” This would be an awful enough end for Jackson’s protagonist, but with the sentence that follows and finishes the paragraph, she gives the screw a final, diabolical turn. Eleanor experiences a moment of clarity, which tells us that her thoughts of just a line before were not clear. She is not accelerating toward the tree of her own volition—or, not only of her own volition. Something else is at play here, some other factor. Is it the “whatever” Jackson has described walking in Hill House, the unspecified, (possibly) supernatural force (which might be any one of a number of ghosts, or an aggregate of those ghosts, or the house itself, brought to occult life by the peculiarities of its design)? Or is it some submerged part of Eleanor—guilt at her role in her mother’s death, or anger at her expulsion from the group brought to Hill House to study it? She doesn’t know, and she is trapped in her unknowing, as the final instant of her life stretches on and on, “unending.” Her ultimate motivation obscure to her, all she can do is wonder why no one is stopping her. With hideous irony, the power, the control Eleanor was celebrating a moment prior turns on her, her freedom becoming the freedom of death. The line passes as quickly as the crash it describes, and in its speed, it’s easy to miss everything going on it. To say it’s another example of Jackson’s skill as a writer feels somehow inadequate, as it doesn’t get at the way the sentence braids claustrophobia, terror, and confusion. It’s the kind of writing that haunts you in quiet moments, long after flashier, louder lines have faded into silence. It’s the kind of writing that reminds you of the horror story’s particular power, its reach and its resonance. – John Langan, author of The Fisherman, out now.

Pet Sematary by Stephen King

Scariest sentence: “Sometimes dead is better.”

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Nobody says this line better than that guy in the first Pet Sematary movie who used to play Herman Munster. Although John Lithgow did his best. King struck on an age-old wisdom when he showed us the folly of trying to bring people back once they’re gone. Just as WW. Jacobs did in The Monkey’s Paw and Shelley demonstrated (albeit piecemeal) in Frankenstein. You’ve got to be careful what you wish for. Sometimes, dead really is better, and far less likely to come back and stab you to death with a scalpel. C.S. O’Cinneide is the author of Petra’s Ghost, out now from Titan Books.

Pet Sematary by Stephen King

Scariest sentence: “Darling,” it said

This line has to be read in the context of an entire, brilliant novel that went before. It’s really not something I want to give away, because of spoilers, but if you’ve read this one, even hearing the final line again should send a shiver through you. The writer was at the top of his game – and that’s saying something – and it remains his most terrifying novel. Here’s the line: “Darling,” it said. – Tim Lebbon, author of Eden, out now from Titan Books

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Positive 20 Questions Tag Game

“i made a tag game again. i’m bored, procrastinating, and certain we all need some more positivity right now. hell yeah.” @scamp-00, I couldn’t agree more. I am also procrastinating but when am I not! Thank you for the tag!!!!! <3

1.) Name 4 fictional characters who showcase your personality the best, with explanations if you want.

-sam winchester from supernatural....okay I know. I’m a Dean girl and OF COURSE i love Sam but have always wanted to be like Dean. But, I’ve actually thought about this a lot. I’m a lot like Sam (really only sam in the earlier seasons). I’m kinda the black-sheep of my family, definitely the one that starts the most trouble, definitely the one that wants to follow my own path. I can be a bit pompous sometimes- or more like falsely confident. But that’s mostly mood swings due to depression. I go through stages where I feel like I can conquer the world then turn around and feel like shit. I relate to Sam in that something inside me is broken and it ends up affecting me in a lot of real life situations. Wow this got fucking dark. I’m also silly and can be really brave! Granted, I think i’m less selfish than Sam could be. I’ll repeat though, I love him to death.

-rapunzel from tangled: okay this one is light hearted I swear! Rapunzel has so many hobbies, loves so many things, and she’s artistic. She’s my favorite disney princess and my mom has said that i’m a lot like her. She’s also really loyal and loving and sees so much beauty in the world.

-rue from euphoria. Yikes...comparing myself to a drug addict ain’t the best, I know how this looks. BUT. I just finished watching the show and DAMN I relate to her so much. She has a lot of mental issues and although I’ve NEVER had any drug problem, i’ve definitely had similar thoughts as her. She’s also really loving and shy. She’s precious and really sweet. And I just relate to her and think i’m a lot like her especially with my struggles. WHOOPS this got deep lmao.

-aang from avatar. THIS ONE IS ALSO LIGHTHEARTED lol. I love aang. He’s so strong-willed when he needs to be. I like to think i’m like that. I may struggle to come into myself and take on responsibilities, and I have a lot of doubts, but in the end I get it done and I amaze myself sometimes. I also have an incredible friend group that I fucking love.

2.) Aesthetic?

- dark green, forests, fog, kinda like 80s or 70s grunge??? Idk what i’m even saying. Autumn, ghosts, skeletons, WITCHES. Light pink, antique stores, old books. Bleh.

3.) Favorite musical/play? (If you’ve never seen a musical or play, one you’d be interested in seeing?

- HAMILTON. I had the amazing privilege to see it in Philly with my mom!!! I love the music from it so much and now it’s like this incredible bonding thing with my mom. I already love my mom so much but it just solidifies how much fun we have together.

4.) What is the best compliment you’ve ever received?

- I’m not sure exactly but my one friend always seems to say the kindest things. She once told me that she loves the way I admire the world. She complimented my brain and my perception of the world, which is the best.

5.) How many times have you been in love?

- I think once.

6.) Embarrassing story or fact about yourself that makes you laugh now?

- I was so spacey as a kid and i’d get so stuck in my daydreams that once I walked right into a pole. I can think of funnier things but it’s all a blur I mean I make myself laugh everyday with my ridiculousness.

7.) Favorite Disney/Pixar movie?

- As I mentioned, Tangled!!!

8.) Favorite flower or plant?

- I love ivy. I once had a huge ivy plant in my room and it was like ten feet long.

9.) What’s your favorite holiday?

- Halloween! I love spooky stuff and I love scary movies so much. It was always my favorite holiday.

10.) Name three things that made you laugh or smile this past week.

- Probably something my best friend said, my cat always makes me happy, and I finished the rough draft of my senior thesis

11.) What song would you play to introduce yourself to someone?

- Oof one song? Probably The Suburbs by Arcade fire. Corny, yes, but it is my favorite song and the album it’s on got me through so much.

12.) Name something that truly makes you feel peaceful even at your most stressed moments.

- Walking in my favorite park, breathing the fresh air and listening to music. It’s my favorite place on earth.

13.) What do you, did you, or would you study at college?

- I am currently ALMOST about to finish my undergrad as an international studies major with a specialization in global health, development and environment and minors in sociology, environmental studies and spanish. Woof. Yeah it’s a lot. If I could go back and do it differently, I would have maybe done biology (and flunked), environmental science (and suffered) (i’m bad at math cause i’m gay) or something with music. My dream job is the person who picks the music for movies or tv shows.

14.) This is kind of a weird one, but which outfit of yours makes you feel most like yourself?

- my favorite (like i’m telling you if a sweatshirt could be a soulmate) pink floyd sweatshirt. It’s gray with a rainbow design and cropped and it’s so fucking cozy, I feel so safe when I wear it. Then I guess leggings and white converse.

15.) What is a quote you live by?

- be the weed growing through the cracks in the cement, beautiful, because it doesn’t know it’s not supposed to grow there. - Shane Koyczan

16.) Name the funniest playlist name you have.

- okay I have a folder of playlists called “I Think It’s Time to Fight God” and it’s study music. I have three playlists of study music: “Pretentious,” which is classical piano music, “Calmy Study,” which is like movie scores and stuff, and “For Fuck’s Sake, Study,” which is like electric rave music and shit. It’s shitty rave music but it keeps me awake lmao. (Listen to Twenty by Vicetone if you wanna do homework at 3 am)

17.) Make a reference to an inside joke you have with someone you love with zero context.

- squid dad

18.) What is a message you would give your younger self if given the chance?

- Don’t do that. Read a book.

19.) Who is your favorite family member? (If you have no good blood family members, feel free to mention someone in your found family)

- My mom. She’s goofy and amazing and although we are NOTHING ALIKE and she doesn’t really understand me (wow such angst) we love each other and she’s my best friend

20.) What’s a secret dream of yours?

- I lowkey wanna be an actress (or wanted to be) but I know i’d be shit at it. Maybe a singer. I would love to make music but I have ZERO talent lmao.

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Hi if it’s okay, 🕸 Rei/Kei and 🥧 Hironori/Kiyoko :3?

Fall-Themed Starters

Of course, it’s okay ! I initially didn’t plan to write today, but to be perfectly honest your requests were so cute and for the first one I quite instantly had an idea and so welp, I just got really excited to write these and now here we are !!

I hope you’ll like them, I certainly had fun ;w;

Marketable Duo Rei/Kei - Send 🕸 to pick out a Halloween costume with my muse

“Come on now, before all good costumes will be sold out!” Rei commanded while dragging Kei through the mall. Her companion’s brows furrowed and he snarled. “Why the fuck am I here?!”

An indignant “Hmpf” escaped Rei, before she asked in an equally snarky tone. “It’s true that you technically do not need a costume for Halloween, because your fashion sense as it is is scary enough. However that still won’t get you a girlfriend, so consider this a chance to finally get something decent on!” “Maybe I don’t fucking want a girlfriend right now?!” Kei shot back immediately but it fell on deaf ears as Rei just exclaimed “We’re here” and accelerated her walk, pulling Kei into the costume spot she had aimed for.

Once they were in, Rei shot a warning look to the fellow blonde and hissed. “Now, if anyone talks to us, watch your manners! I don’t want your image rubbing off on me!” Kei snatched his arm away from her grip and only rolled his eyes. “Whatever.”

For one more second, Rei looked at him with narrowed, suspicious eyes before she finally let them trail to what she came here in the first place: The costumes. It was a more expensive shop, meaning the costumes were overall made out of better material and more detailed in their design than your regular Halloween Design. But of course that showed in the prices. Something that Rei did not mind however, but rather welcomed. She got money from Shigeo earlier, anyways.

And so, Rei only began looking through the shop’s stock and inspected the various clothing varying from dark to colorful, from innocent to sexy, from devil to skeleton to policeman to hippie. Kei followed her close behind with a grouchy look on his face and his hands in his pockets.

“Hm...” Rei mused while looking over a witch-costume. “Let’s see, I need something that will get Soren-senpai to notice me! So that he’ll realize, that I’d be the most perfect girlfriend.” She hard Kei groan behind her and afterwards saying. “Just pick something that you fucking like?” She swirled around and put her hands on her lips, pouting. “That’s not how it works, Kei!” Before she could give Kei the chance to respond, she seemed to have an enlightenment and exclaimed. “Oh! I got it!” She snapped her fingers. “A princess! He’s a prince after all! Yes, I should go with a princess dress! I have the overall personality of one already anyway.”

“Jeez.” Kei’s yellow eyes rolled upwards again. But Rei pretended not to hear and only turned away again to search for princess-costumes.

However just then, a woman dressed in a fine uniform approached the two. She had the typical saleswoman-smile and the perfect friendly voice. “Excuse me?” Rei made a turn once again, while Kei moved his head into the woman’s direction as well. The woman nodded at Rei. “I couldn’t help but notice your conversation and I would gladly offer my services for your endeavors. So may I give a suggestion?”

“Oh!” Rei’s eyes lightened up. She considered for a few seconds before she gave one nod. “Why not?”

The ends of the woman’s smile widened slightly and she bowed, before walking off.

“Once she comes back, I should ask for a costume for you..” Rei commented and then eyed Kei from head to toe with a disapproving look. “That would be a real challenge for her. I look cute in everything, you however....” Kei’s teeth gnashed. “Yeah, yeah. You fucking said so already.” “I wouldn’t even know what you should dress up as!”

Before the discussion could continue however, the woman returned and to both of their surprises she had two costumes in her hands instead of one. One purely, white dress with a shining silver belt and an equally white, Kimono-esque robe with a brown belt.

“There we go.” She chirped. “They newly got it most recently, a Princess Leia costume and a Luke Skywalker costume. Closely modeled after the original costumes in the movie and only made with the finest material of course. I figured it would be perfect for a pair of siblings and a classic, that always earns admiring looks.”

“Wait....” Kei, raised an eyebrow and pointed to the costume of the world’s most famous Jedi. “You brought one for me as well?!” The woman blinked, as if surprised by that question. Meanwhile, Rei was examining the costumes with narrowed eyes while rubbing her chin. She tilted her head, left and right, in deep thought.

Then she suddenly exclaimed. “I like it, let me try the dress on.”

The woman handed her the dress instantly with a sweet. “Wonderful decision.” But Kei gawked. “What the hell?!”

Instantly, Rei gave him a sharp glare. “Leia’s princess dress is beautiful enough and I could tie my hair into those buns of her’s, that would be adorable! And the woman is right. Matching costumes always draw eyes on them and while I most certainly would prefer a matching costume with my one true love than my with my hooligan-half-brother from another universe, it’s good enough. And everyone likes Star Wars, so everyone will like me.”

Normally, Kei would continue arguing, but then he thought about how excited Rei had been when Shigeo had given her the money for the costume-shopping earlier and how clearly ecstatic she was for the party.

And so, he let out a loud sigh and held out his hand for the woman to give him his costume. “Fine, I’ll fucking try that on then.”

“Stop cursing! You’re Luke Skywalker now, behave like Luke Skywalker and be noble!” “I am already going along with your damn plans, let me talk however the fuck I want!”

(The Saleswoman noticed their marketability)

Hironori/Kiyoko - Send 🥧 to bake a pie with my muse

“Thank you for the help, I suppose...” Hironori muttered as he took out the finished, baked macarons out of the oven.

Kiyoko, who had just finished placing the icing on a small strawberry cake, gave a nod. “But of course! It was my pleasure. It’s such a lovely idea of yours to make a cake decorated with macarons for Kazue to give to Rei-chan. How can I not help with that?”

She took three of the macarons of the baking sheet that Hironori held out to her. One was light pink, the other was dark pink and the last was white with small pink sprinkles. She placed them neatly onto the cake and afterwards added a few additional raspberries to the arrangement. Hironori sprinkled bits of white chocolate over it.

Their finished work was a professional, mouth-watering little cake fit for a princess.

Kiyoko went on her tiptoes and reached out her hand to pat Hironori’s head, after they had inspected the cake long enough for them to decide it was perfect as it was. “Great work, today. You’re a very talented, young man. Though it’s not an all too big surprise, you’re a Saito after all.”

Hironori raised an eyebrow at her eager patting but then just looked to the side and muttered. “Thanks I guess.”

Kiyoko’s patting didn’t stop just yet as she continued her praise. “And additionally you’re being a good older brother to Kazue as well. I am very proud of you.”

Once she finally took her hand off his hair, she clapped her hands together. “Now, time to make something for you to give to your suitor.”

Now that took Hironori by surprise, as he quickly turned his head to her and exclaimed. “Huh?! Suitor?!” A light blush appeared on his face. “What suitor are you talking about?! I have no suitor!”

Kiyoko only took out new ingredients while happily smiling, completely unbothered by all of Hironori’s denials. “We’re going to make a pie inspired by a dessert named ‘Feteer meshaltet’.”

“That’s.....That’s something Egyptian.” Hironori heard himself saying, almost as if he spoke before he could even process the information truly in his head. As if some sort off button had been pushed. Once the words reached his ears however, his head just got more red.

Kiyoko giggled. “Seems like you got the idea. Now let’s get started on the dough.”

#Other's OCs #Kei Eizan #Kiyoko Saito #Lea is writing #Crossoversss

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Make Me Scary

Title: Make Me Scary |Wanda Maximoff x Reader|

Description: You got an invitation to go to this Halloween party while walking downtown. Of course you would have been invited anyone since Tony Stark was throwing it and inviting everyone. Either way, you told Wanda about it who didn’t truly understand what the big deal was so you offered to do her makeup.

Authors Note: This was a request from an anon when I was accepting requests during the first week of October. Hope you like it! I found it cute to write, despite not really knowing how make up worked. lmao.

Request: “Can I request a Wanda maximoff imagine. It is where it's Halloween and the reader and her are doing each other's make up so they can go to this costume party.”

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"Okay, I think you have enough white lets do the red." You say tilting her head up with three of your fingers. You moved it gently to the right and then the left and examined you work before smiling. Placing the brush onto a napkin on the bed you went through you bag and started to look for the perfect shade of pink blush just before you would do he eyes and lips.

"Don't you think this is a little... weird..."

You shook your head smiling wide. "The point is to look different. It's Halloween, and you are dressing up as something you normally aren't." you laughed. It seemed like nothing could stop you from getting excited for tonight's party. You normally never were invited to things like this, not only were you never invited you normally never went if you were. In all truth the only reason you agreed to go was because Wanda was right there when you were asked about it and said she'd never been to a costume party before.

"Why would you want to do that?" Wanda asked confused before you pulled out a small container holding a pink powered.

"For fun I guess." you say with a shrug unscrewing the cap and grabbing a bigger brush. Applying a small amount of the power you looked at her and smiled. "So I need you to suck in your cheeks, kind of like making a fish face." you explained and then sucked your own in. "Like that."

"Okay." You said with a smile and did as you requested doing her best to not laugh and ruin the look as you moved the brush over the hollows of her cheeks. When she did give a small laugh you pulled away and shook your head with a smile trying your best not to laugh yourself.

"Don't laugh, I need to make this right otherwise you'll look weird."

"I thought the point was to look weird." she claimed.

"Well yes, but not like that." you laugh before grabbing just a little more powder and waited for her to make the face again. You brushed the last bit on the other side trying to even them out without making them too dark, she was supposed to be a undead vampire after all. All you needed to do was make just the faintest pink glow, not that a lot of people would really see it was most likely going to be pretty dark in the room with only a small amount of light. "Okay. So that's done, now for your eyes. Do you want to do glittery or non glittery?" you asked raising the two pallets up to show her how both would look. "Personally I like the glittery one, but since you're the one wearing it I figure it'd be better to let you decide." you informed her looking at them yourself before presenting them back to her.

She squinted her eyes and looked between both of them and tapped her chin lightly trying her best to not shift her make up. Looking at her finger and seeing just a small amount of white she stopped and shrugged. "I think I'll trust your judgement with this and do the glittery one. It's more red compared to the other anyway."

Nodding you open that pallet up and placed the blush brush down onto the napkin next to the other brush before grabbing the small eye shadow brush that came with the kit. "Okay, so close your eyes that way I can put this on. Try not to open them or move, that way I don't somehow put it in your eye." You had done that once to yourself on Halloween and it burned like a bitch, you immediately had to go and remove everything just to flush your eyes out with water. She nodded and closed her eyes the best she could and you began to evenly apply the eye shadow making sure to just apply enough pressure to get the product on rather than harm her. You started with a lighter base and went darker as you moved on making sure the shadow and blending was where it should be rather than just everywhere.

Finishing with both eyes you examined the work you had just finished and felt proud of yourself, there wasn't much of a difference between both eyes they were almost perfect. First time making anything look a beautiful as this, but then again she was beautiful to begin with. Biting your lip you looked down and closed the pallet. Grabbing your eyeliner you opened the cap and looked at the tip before looking at her. "Go ahead and open your eyes for me." She did as your request and you felt your heart stop for a second before blinking a few times and inhaling deeply. "Okay. I uh.. I'm going to try and not poke your eye out now. Go ahead and close them again and I'll put this eyeliner on you." she nodded and closed her eyes once more for you. You held her chin gently and moved closer to her making a good angle for you to make sure to get them perfect. "Okay, so don't move."

"Okay." she whispered doing her best to stay still. You applied the eye liner as precise as possible to both eyes and formed a small wing at the end, it was just big enough to be seen nothing major that would throw the look off. Pulling back you closed the cap and bit your lip. "Okay go ahead and open them." You moved your hands from her and rested them in your lap. She gave you a smile slowly wondering what your reaction actually was since you were just staring at her.

"Well?" she asked throwing you out of your trance. A small light pink blush formed over your cheeks and you looked down.

"I'd say that I'm doing an amazing job I guess." you said sheepishly before looking for a shade of red lipstick to accent her lips with. "Oh, uh.. you can do you mascara. I'd probably end up ruining the look if I attempted it." you commented handing her a black tube and a small mirror before continuing to look through for the lipstick.

Doing as you asked she applied the black mascara the way she liked and smiled at the work you did. "So what am I making you into?" She asked before placing the mirror down and closed the mascara.

"Oh... I don't know. Uh did you want to pick?" You asked and handed her your phone with your pinterest opened so she could look up a look and see what others were doing. She took the phone and started to look through it. Pulling out multiple lipstick shades of red you examined them and looked at her face wondering which would look the best on her. Honestly any of them would, but that was because anything looked good on her to begin with. Biting your lip slightly you though about which you really wanted to put on her this time.

Wanda smiled brightly before flipping the phone over and looking at you. Her eyes were just twinkling with excitement. You laughed softly feeling a little nervous as to what she was so excited about. "Did you find one?" you asked looking at her before placing a lot of the lipsticks down and finally picking a medium toned red.

"Yes, I don't know how well I'll put it on but I think I'll like it either way." she smiled causing a pink blush to appear. You hoped she didn't notice.

"Okay, well as soon as I put this on then you can do mine for me."

"We still have to put the teeth in too though."

"Yeah, you would need your teeth. But I'm going to let you do that, I don't think you'd want my fingers in you mouth." You laughed opening the cap of the lipstick and raising the product just enough to get coverage. "So... pucker up." She did so and you applied the red gently across her top and bottom lip before pulling away and smiling. "So now you just have to rub your lips together and you should be done." She did so and let them rest naturally in a smile on her face. "That looks good. Now hold your breath and close your eyes so we can set your face. Don't want it to rub off somewhere." you explained. She nodded closing her eyes and you grabbed your setting spray and sprayed it evenly across her face before putting it away. "All done."

"Except for the teeth."

"Yes, except for the teeth." you laughed. Reaching to grab your phone her hand slammed on top of it and moved it farther out of you reach.

"Not until I do yours, you can't see it until I finished."

"I showed you what we were doing to you." you whined.

"Yes, but I asked to be a vampire. You said I got to pick, you never said what. So it's a secret until I am done." She said before sticking her tongue out at you when you sighed and crossed your arms.

"Fine." you look to the side and then looked at her placing her vampire tooth over her original tooth. She did it with the top and bottom before closing her mouth.

"God these are weird. But I can talk clearly so not too bad." she laughed before readjusting herself on the bed to get more comfortable. "Okay, now your turn. Close your eyes that way you don't see what I'm doing and no peeking." she pointed a finger at you playfully causing an eye roll before you closed your eyes.

"I'm scared." you laughed when she grabbed something and started to apply it to your face. Her strokes were so gently but precise.

"I'm sure that's natural. Just relax though and let me do my job." she chuckled.

After a few minutes passed and a lot of patting of your face with brushes you needed to move and open your eyes. You had to know what was going on and what she was making you. "Wanda?"

"Hm?"

"Are you almost done I need to open my eyes."

"Just give me a few more seconds." she said slowly before moving the brush she was working with away from your face most likely looking at the work she had done. "Okay hold your breath." she said, watching you do so she sprayed the stetting spray over the make up before giving out a hard breath. "Okay, you can open them."

Your eyes fluttered open burning slightly from the sudden light of the room after have been closed for so long. She handed you a mirror and beamed brightly. You looked at your reflection in aw at how amazing it looked. "Wow." you said and gave a smile. "You made me a deer?"

"Yes."

"Wanda you were supposed to make me look scary, not adorable." you laughed.

"Why would I do that?"

"Because it's Halloween?"

"Well you are asking the impossible, nothing could make you look scary. You're just too adorable for that, my little deer." she said smiling at you tilting her head to the side a bit. If it wasn't for all the make up you were sure you'd be bright red at her nickname.

"But.." you weren't sure what to say to come back from that. "I'm not that adorable." you claimed looking down pushing some hair out of you way.

"Hm... I think you are. I'm also sure that others will find you the same way." she said scooting closer to you. "Do you think if I bit you, they'd know you were mine?" she asked whispering in your ear lightly.

"W-what?" you felt your ear turn red and knew that you face was completely flushed. You didn't know where this side of Wanda was coming from, maybe it was the makeup, maybe she was just messing around? "U-uh, we should probably get going to the party now." you said turning to look at her face which was a mistake not realizing just how close she was to you.

Her blue eyes met your [e/c] eyes. She gave a small smile. "After. Just. One. Bite." she whispered softly tilting her head a little as she closed the gap between you and her completely. Your lips met softly. The kiss was soft and slow but still sent butterflies through you. Pulling away she kissed down you jaw and to your neck just before she opened her mouth and bit it. It wasn't a hard bite, it was just enough pressure to make a small little mark.

"Wanda?"

She pulled away smiling brightly at the small dots on your neck. "Yes?"

"Did you just bite me?" you asked in disbelief.

"So they know that you are mine, that's all." she clarified before taking a red colored pencil and colored the dots in just enough to make it appear like it was an actual vampire bite. "We can go to the party now." she smiled showing her fangs as she stood up from the bed and offered your her hand.

A/N: So I didn’t know how to describe the make up process very well I’m sure, I don’t wear make up so I don’t know how to apply it (I just guessed) hopefully it wasn’t too bad. Also, this is the image I was imagining when I talk about the fawn look, but you obviously can imagine whatever it was that you wanted with a fawn look. Happy Halloween!

#wanda maximoff #wanda x reader #Wanda Maximoff OneShot #Wanda Maximoff One Shot #Wanda Maximoff Imagine #Wanda Maximoff x Reader #marvel #Marvel Imagine #Marvel Oneshot #oneshot #One Shot #imagine #Mist_One #Mist[One]#Requests

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Angrboda: Into the Ironwood

A very long (warning you now) post about an experience I had this week, when I asked Loki for help and someone else answered quite forcefully... Angrboda, She of the Ironwood, the Mother of Wolves.

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Earlier this week, something happened to me that may change my life forever. I am sharing it now for two reasons: Firstly, because writing it down will help me process the event and what has occurred since, and perhaps what will occur next. And secondly, because if anyone else has had or will have similar experiences, maybe by sharing we will learn more together.

I am genderqueer / non-binary. More specifically, I am genderfluid, which means my gender identity fluctuates over time. Sometimes I am totally comfortable presenting male (I am AMAB so people identify me as male). Other times, though, I experience varying levels of psychological, social, and physical dysphoria. Sometimes this dysphoria is so strong that I feel completely trapped, suffocated and imprisoned within a body and a gender assignment that feels utterly wrong. I also struggle with mental illness, including moderate to severe anxiety and depression. When my dysphoria and mental illness converge at the same time, I sometimes feel like I can’t see a path forward at all.

This past Tuesday was such a day. I reached a place where I felt utterly useless, worthless, and damaged. I felt small and broken, and I was desperate for validation and comfort. In that pain I reached out to Loki. Though I have prayed to many gods and developed relationships with a number of them - Freyja, Freyr, Odin, Thor, and outside of the Norse gods, Apollo - Loki has quickly become closer to me. He is, in part, a god of outcasts and monsters, those of us who for one reason or another live in the margins of normal society. It was for that reason that I looked to him specifically… please, I thought, please help me. Please, “momma monster”, please take me home.

He heard me, oh yes he did. Loki heard those words and he smiled, wider and wider. He smiled because he knew exactly what I was asking for, even if I did not. A mother of monsters, I had said? Well, perhaps he was close, but there was another who fit that even better. And so he passed my call along to another, who he knew would hear.

Angrboda.

I knew it was her. I felt it before I heard it… a deep, resonant call. A pull at my very soul. It was strong; so, so very powerful, and so much bigger than me. My heart froze in terror. The best way I can describe this feeling is this: imagine you are a child, and some authority figure - someone big, someone important, someone scary - calls your name. You know you haven’t done anything wrong, at least, you don’t think you have, but at the same time, you know that you better fucking go when you’re called, or else you WILL be in trouble. I knew I had to go, right then and there.

So, in the middle of my work day, I stopped what I was doing and took one of my 15 minute breaks. I walked out of the office, and following that tug, I went to the stairs instead of taking the elevator. The lights in the stairwell flickered as I descended. I felt the coldness of the concrete, heard the vibrations in the metal, and each step I took brought me deeper down into another state of being. I reached the bottom and stepped outside into the light. My feet moved on their own, and I simply walked - away, around, it didn’t matter where. Because as my feet took me down tree-lined blocks, my spirit traveled elsewhere, pulled across the hedge into a dark, primal forest unlike one I’d ever seen. I knew where I was. I was in the the Ironwood of Jotunheim.

I heard drumming, or maybe it was the heartbeat of the forest and its denizens. And I heard growls, too, of many, many wolves. The first one to greet me was truly a giant of a wolf. He greeted me with a snarl of dripping teeth, a growl that shook my body and made me tremble. He could have easily eaten me in one bite if he’d so chosen. But though I trembled, I didn’t run or fall or kneel. No, I stood, until the jotun-wolf moved aside.

That’s when I fell to my knees. Because there she was. Angrboda. The witch of the Ironwood. Fierce, brutally beautiful, with dark eyes and blood-reddened hair, sitting on her throne of black thorns, attended by a court of monsters. Kneeling at her feet, I dared to look up through tear-filled eyes, choking out her name… Mother.

Mother.

And then she smiled, pleased by my response. And she reached out and touched me, and I felt the wisdom and power and wyrd of thousands of years in that touch. It wasn’t a coddling touch, it wasn’t soft, or warm, but it was comforting. It was Home. I was Home. I felt that in my very soul and it made me weep with relief. As scared as I was to show weakness, I told her why I had asked for help. I feel small, and weak, and broken. Help me remember I am not. Help me remember I am worthy, that there is somewhere I belong. Please…

And though she was cold as ice, I felt the heat, the fire of her words when she responded.

You will stop this. You Will Stop. Rise, child. Rise and stand. For you are one of us. You are strong. You are home. Take your place in my brood, and never be weak. You may fall, you may fail, but you will not die, you will rise each time. You will rise stronger, and stronger yet, and you will become powerful. You will not live in fear, and you will NOT be ashamed of what you are. For if you are in my brood, you will be proud. Proud. ALWAYS PROUD TO BE MINE.

I knew what she meant. And I realized that this wasn’t an offer, it was the truth of who I was. I had been led here, to this place, in this moment, because I had always belonged here, in this tribe. It all made sense. How long had I wondered why the gods wouldn’t embrace me? Oh yes, I had worshiped, and made offerings, and some had deigned to answer. Odin, Thor, Frejya, Freyr... but even Freyja, my Lady, never took me under her wing. She had accepted my devotion, and perhaps would have accepted an oath if I’d offered one, but even my Lady kept her distance. I thought for a while that it was her dislike of Loki and my association with him, and I knew now that that was in a way correct. They had all regarded me from a distance because they had smelled my blood, and knew I was marked by another kind. They had always known. And now I did too.

But I also knew that claiming my place as kin would come with expectations and loyalties, and Angrboda told me as much. I would always have a place among them, and I would be able to learn, to grow in knowledge and power, but I would be expected to be strong, to get up every time I was defeated, to never give up, and to always feel pride in who I was. And so, despite knowing this was meant to be, I asked for time, any amount of time, to consider this. At first she took offense at this, and asked who was I to deny her, but I said If I am one of yours, then I am strong, and I will always decide my own path. I know I will return, but it must be my choice.

I am truly lucky, I know, that she accepted this request. I have until Halloween/Samhain/Álfablót to return. If I do, I will be welcomed as one of Angrboda and Loki’s brood, and be treated with the privileges and the expectations of such. I will be allowed to give offering and prayer to the Aesir and Vanir - assuming the gods accept it - but I will acknowledge the beings of the Ironwood as my kin, and as such, my loyalties will lie with them first and foremost. If I don’t return… well, it won’t change the truth. I will continue to live with the knowledge that I am marked by the jotnar of the Ironwood. I would continue to feel like an outcast, working to honor gods who may acknowledge my faith, but to whom I could never truly belong.

In the days that have passed since, I am still stunned by the power and intensity of this experience. I have never had this kind of experience sober, to be honest... nor without having induced a deep trance through my own effort. But I hadn’t done anything. Whereas before I have struggled to reach for contact with the gods, Angrboda had simply opened the door to her domain and pulled me through. That is both terrifying and amazing. I have been working to learn more about Angrboda and her kind, about the jotun-kind in general. I have asked the other gods for guidance, I have asked them to tell me if this is the wrong path, but they have not answered. Their silence is telling… they know the truth, and so do I now. And they will not interfere until I make my own choice. After all, I don’t belong to them - I belong to my Mother of monsters. As much as part of me hesitates to step down this path, nothing has ever felt more right to me.

I know the choice I will make. I will return, on the night of spirits, to my tribe and my home. When I do, I will be ready… and I will howl, howl, howl.

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Halloweenie

31 October 2018 (181031) 3:54 PM

Hello to future me and to whoever else is reading this.

I made this little blog after a moment of self revelation and to record stuff that’s happening in my life, or like....a......diary or whatever. Shudders.

As background, these past couple of weeks I have been on Tumblr just meandering around, looking for things to entertain myself with. I had started getting back into reading stuff on Tumblr just a couple of months ago, and had been pretty much exploring around certain music on that side. In real life, I’ve begun taking an interest in astrology and tarot cards, this going on for more than a month or so. Which brings me to the main thing about this post.

It was earlier this month I happened to stumble upon witchblr. It was certainly odd. None of my searches pertained to anything remotely witchy, and to my knowledge no one I followed was involved with that kind of stuff. What was even odder was that I had seen a post (that mysteriously vanished, my memory erasing where I found it from) over Transylvania and the magic of Romania. Needless to say, I tapped on the tag.

I have to admit, I was quite intrigued. As someone who was raised religious and someone who is ethnic, anything remotely supernatural or even magical and witchy terrified the living daylights out of me (and still does). I was around people who ran from the mere mention of it, thinking of it as something scary and almost demonic, staying far away from anything that had to with witchcraft.

So why did these posts say the opposite?

I was immediately enraptured by witchblr. It was so interesting. Most of I saw went against my previous beliefs on witchcraft being used mostly for bad things. The stigma surrounding it for me slowly began to dissipate. I saw people recounting their deity work, posting different spells, talking about candle magic, color magic, and all sorts of things. It was almost beautiful in my eyes at the time.

There was so much to this particular spot of the woods. One night involved me going through a whole thread over hoodoo and Vodou, learning about how the cultural appropriation aspect to it, another night it would be over kitchen magic. There was just so much information to process, so many things to interpret and understand.

What I thought would just be a short few day phase of me finding something to read about and learn turned into something that started to go onto the next week, the week after that, and so on. I started talking to my friends about what I found. “This is really interesting!” I had said. “Not that I would ever get into witchcraft though, I just like learning about what they do and like having more knowledge of things (because I am talentless and read about things to make up for the fact that I am practically an uncultured sewer rat).”

And I would not get into witchcraft. The idea was frightening. The God fearing ethnic in me said no, but the other side kept bringing me back to witchcraft. My friends did tease me about it, one almost seeming to encourage me to get into it regardless. There was even a small running joke that I was one because of certain situations, this increasing when my friend got me a candle very recently, and I joked about using it for witchcraft. Even with my joking, the thought of getting into it was almost blasphemous for me.

Fast forward to today, Halloween, when I was scrolling through a particular witchy account and remembered that it was Samhain. I remembered about the candle and some posts I saw about candle colors and colors in general, and their uses and correlation to certain things. Something inside me started to build up and it was earlier today that I decided to heck with it. Let’s burn a letter to the universe.

Suddenly overcome with motivation, I went to go get paper and wrote down my intentions on it, labeling it as “I Invoke: Samhain Edition.” On it I wrote a lot of stuff that was personal to me along with things that I wanted to manifest, similar to something I’d been wanting to do for years which was writing a letter and just generally burning it asking for help. I kept editing and adding to it, feeling something akin to hope as I poured a little bit of me out.

After writing all of this, I went to go find a lighter for the candle. Oddly enough, there was a large clap of ominous sounding thunder that occurred outside as I shut the drawer in search of the lighter, and I looked outside, vaguely afraid and thinking, “is this a sign?” Yes, yes I am that paranoid about stuff like this.

I finally found the lighter, going to grab my candle and lighter to which another very loud noise occurred and scared the living shit out of me, and sat down in front of the fireplace to pray to the alter that rests above it. I prayed for myself, I prayed for the people around me, and had a talk that I think I kind of needed for awhile. It just felt like it was needed.

My candle was set down onto the letter as I lit it, and I started to whisper my intentions as well, not particularly talking to anyone of the sort, but rather the candle and my letter. It was odd in a sense to me, but still brought me a strange degree in comfort as the flame burned, giving the area a warm light and pleasant smell (bless my friend for giving me a pumpkin spice scented candle, I’ve already said I love you, and if you happen to be reading this, I still do love you for giving me this).

Now done with my moment, I burned the letter, tossing it into the fire place before it could burn me, watching my intentions burn before me (inhaled a lot of carbon dioxide because I didn’t bother to open a window or the vent, pray for my lungs).

I watched it burn some more before blowing out the candle (rip my weak ass lungs for not being able to blow this tiny flame out), thinking to myself, “what now,” and, “.....well this is very very vaguely witchy and kinda awkward now.”

And so the question remains: what now?

I don’t know the answer to that. I’m still on the path of discovery. This has just been for me to literally spill all the bs on my mind. I am indeed still reading about witchcraft. Each day I’m learning more about tarot, astrology, deities, different types of witchcraft, psychic stuff, and other things that do and do not relate to this as well. It’s been super interesting and weird.

I hope to develop more and show my development through this blog and to just generally shitpost. This post truly was just to let out what I’d been thinking about this past month of October and some stuff that’s been going on in my life.

Until next time, I suppose.

Happy Halloween and happy Samhain.

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Scary Stories To Tell In The Dark (2019) - Thoughts [SPOILERS]

So I finished watching this movie about 51 seconds ago. I was very excited for this film when it was first announced. I only read one of the books when I was a kid and I don’t remember it, I was more a Goosebumps and Pointe Horror kid, however I was still excited. I saw the trailer I believe before Annabelle: Creation when I went with my friend, and we vowed to go see it in the cinema. Spoiler: We didn’t go see it in the cinema. I completely forgot. This was August 2019. It is now March 2020 and I have only just remembered, so I watched it for free online. Don’t tell the police. I’m kinda glad I didn’t pay to go see it, although I do feel it woulda been better in the cinema environment with the surround sound. If you’re watching this on a computer I 10/10 recommend wearing headphones/earphones. I put mine in half way through and it improved it greatly, even when my laptop was on full blast.

So the film starts and immediately I notice it’s set in the past when President Nixon was a thing, so correct me if I’m wrong but I believe that was early 70s. I dunno, I’m British and don’t know much about American history. It also begins on Halloween - excellent, we’re off to a great, spooky start already. A touch I appreciated was the Halloween costumes the cast were wearing. Home made costumes of a spider, a clown and a witch. Loved them, kids don’t wear stuff like that anymore. I’d love to have costumes like that. So it starts off with the three main characters getting revenge on some bullies - pretty standard. One character annoys me when he takes it too far by throwing a bag of poop lit on fire into the bully’s car - which his big sister is sat in. Oops. Can’t help but judge this character already as that was pretty stupid. Didn’t bother me that much though as I’d forgotten about it until going over my notes just now. The kids hide in someone’s car at a drive thru, in comes the fourth main character, Ramone. That’s another thing I loved, the drive thu showing a black and white horror film on Halloween night, all of the old cars pulled up. That’s a rare thing nowadays, I think in the twelve years I have lived here I’ve only seen one drive thru - and I have kept an eye out always as I’ve wanted to go to one since seeing Greece when I was a kid.

Obviously the kids make the stupid decision to go to the town’s creepy house that has a scary story attached to it. What else would they do? And also obviously they find a secret door no one has ever found so OBVIOUSLY they have to go through it and get locked in by the bullies. Duh.

I noticed this movie has a very dark colour scheme. I get that adds to the spookiness, but damn I’d like to be able to see what’s going on every once in a while. I kept adjusting my laptop and moving the screen but to no avail.

What’s the scary story, you ask? There was a family who lived there who had a daughter named Sarah who killed a load of kids in the town who then killed herself. Please note the whole plot of the movie revolves around Sarah’s book of scary stories that come true and kill kids, and she writes in it in the afterlife. I was a bit confused about if this book killed kids before the movie was set and it was a known thing, or if it happened for the first time in this movie. I THINK it supposedly happened before but I can’t say for certain - I was texting when this was spoken about, my bad.

Something that had me frowning was when they went into this secret room that was supposedly locked for a hundred years... The candles were lit. Why? How? I didn’t see any of the kids light the candles, but there they were, lit and burning bright as anything. Like I mentioned, they get locked in this room along with their big sister by the school bully they through the firey poop at. But the book sets them free. Somehow.

Come to think of it, it must be known that the book has killed kids as they mention it. Silly me. So nerd girl Stella continues to read after being told it kills kids... Stella, are you thick? Characters like that drive me mad. She even took the book home. Dumb ass. Then again, she is a huge horror fanatic as her bedroom is plastered in horror film stuff, and she’s a mega nerd, so how could she not take the book? I would. It’s a bit spooky when she’s looking at the book later on and it isn’t finished and ink is still wet as it’s still being written. Reminded me of in Harry Potter.

I started to suspect this movie would be like the Goosebumps movies. It was more what the Goosebumps movies shoulda been - no offense to those movies or the cast, I just feel they were aimed at an audience younger than the book audience both old and new.

The first monster we saw was the scarecrow. He was a bit creepy. I realised all the monsters in it are targeting specific kids with their worst fear. ‘You don’t read the book, the book reads you.’ The scene with the scarecrow made me think of umm I think it was called In The Tall Grass on Netflix, because of the dark corn field, the sound of the plants in the wind and the fact he couldn’t get out of the field. What I don’t get when the bully Tommy died, he turned into a scarecrow - why was this scarecrow not found? It still looked like him.

Ruth. Ruth is one of the kid’s big sister. She’s beautiful. Not much to say on her really, she wasn’t in it THAT much. But she was incredibly pretty.

I liked the part where Stella took the book back to the house then when she went home, Ramone found it in her bedroom. It was a bit cliche but it worked.

The next monster we saw was a scary ghostly figure missing her toe. The kid this ghost was targeting stupidly hid under his bed while the door was being opened then only seconds later he emerged. Suprise surprise he was taken/killed. I’d be under that bed all night if it was me, stuff coming out seconds after the door is opened. He did a quick look left and right then that was it. Made me feel a bit grim when he almost ate this ghost’s toe in the stew in the fridge. Bit of background: the ghost walks around saying ‘who took my toe’ as the toe is missing off her/his body. Not sure why. I’m sure there was a reason why this kid was scared of this monster but I don’t remember it and for some reason I didn’t take note. Feel free to let me know and I’ll add it on.

The next monster we saw wasn’t really a monster, it was spiders. A lot of them. Which, to be honest, is the worst one of all the horror characters as I am extremely terrified of spiders. The sister Ruth had them all crawling out of a ginourmous zit/spider bite on her face. It’s quite sad that she’s hospitalised for her breakdown and is absent for almost the whole rest of the movie. I quite liked her, woulda liked for her to be in it more. The scene where she’s covered in spiders reminded me of one of my psychosis hallucinations that I have bugs all over my body, hundreds of them running over me - before anyone asks, yes, it is scary.

So for some reason there’s a character called Lulu who is an old lady who I think is blind and she’s a bit off her rocker. When she was a child she was friends with Sarah. She didn’t really do much for the story. The only benefit was they found out Sarah killed herself at hospital not at home, but I’m sure they coulda discovered that elsewhere. It’s a shame as she was a very interesting character. It was a bit creepy when the music box just like Sarah’s starts playing and Lulu sings along, then when Sarah’s book is shown the music stops.

The sad part about Sarah is her family had her sent to the hospital and they lied about everything. Her own brother was her doctor, giving her electroconvulsive therapy and abusing her. No wonder she came back and killed a load of kids, she was put through a lot in her childhood when she was completely innocent, she wanted to help. She didn’t do anything she was accused of. In voice recordings of her interview she kept saying ‘I didn’t do it’ and you could hear her get electrocuted. This made me so sad, I really felt for her. She tried to save the kids by telling people what her family were doing to the water, so her family framed her. Tragic. It was a bit creepy when after this part, the recording they were listening to then spoke to them saying ‘I’ll tell you what you want to hear’. One of the creepiest parts of the film, sadly.

The next monster we saw was the fat pale lady. She was a bit creepy and weird, my favourite monster out of all of them. She didn’t really do much, though. But her design was cool. The costume was so well done, she was chilling and realistic. The teen she was after couldn’t run away, no matter which way he turned she was there. I’ve had a nightmare similar to that, so the scene gave me a bit of anxiety. She looked how I imagined Umbridge in the Harry Potter books before she was in the movies.

Broke my heart a little when the girl Stella was on the phone to her dad. He was so worried and wanted to help but he couldn’t. You could tell he really loved her, especially after everything they’ve been through what with the mum leaving.

It took me ages to catch on - each monster/story is of the victim’s worst fear.

Next monster was the Jangly man. He was also very well done. The way he moved was unnatural and creepy. I feel they overdone the dead look and sound effects but that’s okay. He was truly disturbing. I loved how he managed to squeeze between the bars in the police cell to get to Ramone. Also loved how he could dismember himself and put him back together.

I appreciated how the film wasn’t reliant on jump scares like something I watched recently *cough* Brahms: The Boy II *cough*. The monsters in this mighta scared me if I was a young kid.

So it ends with the girl Sarah who was writing the stories was doing it for revenge, and Stella talks her into stopping. Predictable ending but it worked. I liked when Stella became Sarah back in the past when she was locked up and they didn’t know she wasn’t Sarah. When Stella was locked in the basement, everything went back to normal and she was Stella gain. The creepy music box played again and Sarah appeared, angry. I felt the acting in this scene wasn’t great, it was like watching a year eleven GCSE drama duologue.

When Ramone was drafted and he said goodbye to Stella, they shown that they had feelings but they didn’t kiss which I am glad about. That would have been a very cheesy ending to the movie.

Is there going to be a sequel? It ended with Stella, Ruth and dad going on a hunt with the book as Stella thinks the book can bring back all the kids that went missing due to the stories. Will it work? Maybe in another movie? I kinda hope not. I most likely won’t watch it, this movie wasn’t good enough for a sequel. The script and cast were meh, the plot was eh, I’m rating it a 4/10 and that’s being generous. Wouldn’t recommend to others especially adults and I won’t be watching again - I am so glad I didn’t pay to go to the cinema to see this.

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magicgeekponsol-blog · 7 years

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Title: “An Heir’s Complaints” Synopsis: Ponsol’s POV about what he thinks about the upcoming party that he’s been preparing for. Word count: 1,864

I absolutely dread this upcoming party that was going to be held on Halloween. Dreading it. Honestly, if the world could implode that day, I would be pretty happy if not for the fact that I’d then get upset a mere seconds later because then all my hard work would be for naught.

Do you know how hard it was to convince all those old cronies that the help of the nearby shops would be beneficial for them? Not only would good relations be created between the shops and the corporation, but there was certainly going to be more revenue if popular shops were to be joining in on the festivities.

With shops aiming to be festive but also wanting to promote themselves by showing off their own work at the party, it gave them, the corporation, less to worry about. Some space at the ‘Milky Way’ was given to them as they rented out the entire place for the night. Various stores were then given their own spots to set up booths or whatever else they wished to erect at their spot to attract customers.

There was no limit on what it was they wished to do at their own store run areas. Now there was also a bar that was going to be supplying alcohol for those who wished to have some more fun during the party, but the bar tenders were going to be given strict instructions to be very careful about how much alcohol to give to the customers, and of course, bouncers were going to be present for obvious of reasons. Drunk people reasons.

A suggestion of making the costume runway into a costume contest was made, but I quickly shot down the offer as judges would have to be made present and if it were a contest, then that would require even more effort on all of the staff. People would have to adhere to a strict code of conduct, an age limitation may be placed, and of course, a prize would have to be given. Not only that, but judges would be needed, and not only that but a certain minimum of entrants would be required to make the contest worthwhile.

Most contests required an entrance fee and he did not think that for a joint party such as this, should such a contest be necessary. This party was for fun, and a contest would take the fun out of things. People would stop at nothing to win, and dealing with cheating was not on my to do list, thank you.

It then dawned on me to just simply have it be a runway. The staff can at least make sure that the costumes were appropriate before letting people show off their costumes on the stage before they walk off of it.

Haah… truly this was very troublesome but I had to be in charge of most of it, and of course as the main planner of the event—I would have to be there. It’s in the during the week, so that I just going to tire me out, especially since I’ll have to be there for them tearing down the party too. Do you know how long that could take? DO YOU?

Most likely by the time everything was said and done—it’ll be at or past the time I normally sleep at. Don’t even get me STARTED on how much sleep I’ll lose just trying to set everything up. I have to get the catering preparations prepared, approve of all of the costing and funding for the party, and look into the working personnel.

All the shops in attendance had to fill out forms and get their plans approved, and that of course means, that I have the second to final say on what is accepted and not at the party. Even if one of those old cronies have a problem with my ruling, it’s simple enough to just state my case and get them to agree with me. Most of the time they’re only disagreeing to just get under my skin.

Sometimes I just want to kick them down a flight of stairs, quite honestly.

Well, a small infrastructure inside of the ‘Milky Way’ was being designed to be used as a mini-house of horrors for people and kids alike to enjoy. A lot of it was going to be jump scares and some people dressed up in scary costumes. Sound effects, lighting, and of course even a fog machine would be utilized. Not too much smoke will be used of course, for health and safety regulations.

All costume designs will be approved by me prior to allowing the purchasing department and the financial department to do their jobs. That old man was making this a project to force me to do more work that he doesn’t want to do—and to just I don’t know, ‘prove’ that I’m fit for the job. Fuck that, I’ve BEEN fit for the job, are you shitting me right now?

Just because some of you are BUTT HURT over the fact that the ‘better’ of the brothers didn’t get the position, it doesn’t mean you can write my achievements as infinitesimal. I can be just as good as my brother, but when it comes to social events, I’ll show you that I can be the only one who I fit for the job. Do you want to know what Shugarl would do in a situation like this? Nothing. He’d simply state that a party for Halloween was stupid.

‘Trick or Treating exists, so shouldn’t that be enough?’ I could see him saying something like that, or ‘Halloween is for children and college kids. They will have their own parties. Why should we make our own?’

The guy was a stick in a mud, that’s what he is. Well, he does have a point, but this is a good way to get their name out there. Not only that, but they can help other smaller stores and establishments. It creates good networking, and also helps them with their own revenue. The flow of money through the community was a great way to keep the community healthy and strong.

Promoting growth was something they should do as a big power in Akounri. That’s why this party is being held. This started with someone (that someone being me) hearing from the grapevine that some of the stores were thinking about holding an event themselves, and then ‘suggesting’ something to the big man anonymously. He loved the idea and he called to order a meeting.

It was brilliant planning, really. I was pleased by my results, but I wasn’t too pleased to know that all of the responsibilities were dumped onto me. Just my fucking luck.

You know what? The catering for the party is going to be an issue, now that I think about it. People now a day are just so unprofessional sometimes. Does it matter what my age is? Does a ‘proxy’ mean nothing to do? If I’m coming on the behalf of someone else, and I’ve got my own card and attendant to match, then just do your job.

Okay, I do know that things are more complex than that, but do let me complain, won’t you? It’s not often that I get to complain to anyone, even in my mind. I’m too busy for that now a day. That old man needs to lay off my back or I’m just going to end up passing out—again.

Well, whatever. I’ll just stop there for now and focus on the real important topic at hand. You see this here? Look, if I move my arm like this--- that’s right. Did you see that movement there? Did you see how if I turned my arm like that, the feathers expand out. Certain parts of the wings are connected to a brace, so certain movements of my body will cause the wings to move. It will either span out or in. I was creating black wings. There are many tutorials out there that detail out how to make rather realistic wings, wouldn’t you know?

One that I’ve found on one of those artsy-sites is very good. She detailed everything and started out with a biological explanation—and this pleases me. She knows the anatomy of birds and how the wings move. The way the wings are created used this principle and that’s what results in a realistic looking wing.

I made mine black in color rather than white because I thought it would be a nice contrast between my hair color. Obviously, there was going to be a limitation on the kinds of props you are allowed to bring, but making your own fake weapons are not against the rules as long as you used lightweight materials. I planned on making a sword that I will attach to some chains.

I enjoy the image of chains so I wish to add those to the look. I’m not too sure on what I plan on doing with the outfit just yet, but I do know that I want to make use of a temporary face tattoo. Making some snap on fangs would be nice. Horns? A tail? No, no tail.

Horns though, that was something to look into. I think colored contacts would be cool. One that made your eyes look like slits? Should I change the color or keep them gold? Red would be nice.

Fake long nails to work as claws would be nice. If you couldn’t guess already, I was thinking about being some kind of monster. Probably a demon of some kind. A humanoid one, don’t worry. I won’t be giving anyone heart attacks at the party. What kind of host would I be if I let that happen, right?

Just in case anyone else brings a scary costume in, paramedics are on standby.

Let’s see, how long have I been working on this—Oh shit. I have to be down at HQ in an hour to meet with those old bats. Shit shit shit! I didn’t get nearly as far as I wanted to on these wings. These are taking longer than I thought they would! I started I started working on all of this last month and I’m still only this far.

Hm? Of course, I’m going all out. I’ll definitely be on that runway at that party. I’m great at sewing and creating things so I’ll definitely be making my own costume this year as well. Halloween was a great time as any to show off my skills. Don’t chastise me.

What was I last year you ask? A gruesome zombie. It truly put my good looks to shame, but I’ve made multiple people trip over themselves in fright. One poor girl passed out, even. Good times.

Before that, I was—you didn’t ask? Does it look like I care? I’ll tell you anyways that the year before that I went as a humanoid dragon. If I am going to use horns for this look, I’ll probably remodel the dragon horns for this year’s costume.

Shit, 58 minutes. Alright, time to go. I’ll continue this mental complaint session another time.

#neo's fic #Fateloween #Ponsol ic Drabble #Fateloween Drabble

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candy-corps · 7 years

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Sweet Nemesis

Joker belongs to @one-bad-day-one-bad-clown !

Black clothes. Poncho, on. Candy, hidden beneath. Contacts in case he landed somewhere too bright, applied. Bruce was all set.

Today was the day. The teleporter should bring him to any place he wanted to be. Just that the last time he used it like that, it lead him to Charlotte instead of to Zagam. Bruce didn’t have high hopes to meet his friend Alixon again this way after this event happened, but the least he could do for her was to give it a try.

Closing his white eyes, he thought of her hideout, the last place he’s seen her. The traveller was set on time, space, and dimension, so wherever the shift lead the villain, he should be able to get there. Finally, Bruce pushed the button on the metallic, blinking device attached to his wrist. Gravity decreased as it did always when he travelled like that; but soon enough his bare feet lowered on the ground again. There was no carpet like back at his home now, but cold cement stretching under his feet.

Bruce looked up. This … did look like a villain hideout. Was he close? The batman took a cautious step forward and kept looking around, scanning the place.

J was working in his office trying to make some plans… But barely anything came to mind.

He let out a loud growl of annoyance from this

A sigh. Bruce’ head turned to the direction, his big ears perking up at the noise. Its source wasn’t far. But it was still … way too quiet. He wished there was an explosion. Alixon wasn’t the type to be in silence. Without making a sound himself though, Bruce sneaked up to the room in question. There was someone inside. He could hear them breathe and their heart beating. He was just too nervous to go take a look. What when she remembered him more intimidating than he was and would look at him all disappointed? So he stayed outside, next to the door but still hidden. “ … … … Al?” he asked eventually.

J got up now. “Wha? Who’s there!!! I know I heard something so who’s here !!” he shouts now running out of the office and into the hallway.

"…..Hello???“

Ah! It wasn’t Al. It was someone angry. Which was like Al, yes, but … it wasn’t her. Like the giant mouse he was, Bruce darted along the wall and hunched into the next best dark corner. With bright white eyes that stood out against the dark he stared at the … … clown? WHAT?

He did eventually notice him.. What…??

”…May I ask who YOU are?“ he asks cautiously.

"Who are you??” he asked again moving to walk up to the other

Oh-oh. Bruce whimpered and tried to move impossibly further to the back with the other one approaching. “I’m a … fan of personal space” he would say, first of all.

He glared at him.

“Heh. Well I’m a fan of not breaking into people’s bases!!” he shouts narrowing his eyes at him.

"Now I won’t hurt ya. I just wanna know who ya are?“

Bruce swallowed and gave that a thought. "Okay” he figured eventually. Humans scared the batman. But this one was dressing like a clown so he won’t appear as scary. That was nice. “I didn’t mean to break into your base but … a friends. And my name is Bruce. I’m just a batman. Little lost. Nothing to be scared of” he added, his voice getting quieter and quieter as he kept talking.

Looking at the other he blinked.

“You’re…a different Batman?? But…you’re so much different.. Like a real bat ..” he said sounding shocked.

"….Hello.. I’m Joker. “ he said now holding out a hand and smiling

A different … batman? Bruce put his head askance, unsure about that. He looked at the offered hand and back at the man’s face. He wondered what he looked like without the make-up.

"That’s … a nice name” he found. Joker, like someone who made people laugh. The batman felt a little more at ease with that. Smiling slightly and grateful for the welcome, he reached for the others hand to shake it.

He smiled as the other shook his hand.

"So uh…what brings you here? Do you need something? Food? Shelter?“ he asked curiously

"You are so generous” Bruce found, truly touched by the hospitality he was receiving. “But no. I was just trying to find a friend. They’re a villain - But they’re good at heart” he added, not meaning to give the Joker a scare. “The teleport should have brought me to them, but it lead me to you for some reason. I’m sorry … ” he assured, truly not meaning to disturb.

He sighed. “Well that’s ok… I never get any visitors or company so…maybe you can stay here with me for a bit hm?” he asked curiously

“Where are you from?” he asked

Well, he wouldn’t mind to make more friends. He was here already and Joker? - seemed real nice.

“Metro City.” Bruce answered short. He moved now that he felt more at ease, his eyes wandering across the place that he had no time yet to explore. Did Joker live here or did he just go here now and then? “Technically, Gotham. But … when you’re asking about my appearance, another planet is the answer.” He didn’t feel shy admitting that.

He nods. “..you can stay here right? I get so bored and lonely I seriously could use someone to talk to and get my mind off things” he admits with a shrug.

“I’d like that.” With his big ears, it was easy for Bruce to hear what was said, but so also couldn’t help but notice that Joker didn’t share much about himself. Maybe he would open up? “I mean, I must have been drawn here … for a reason.” Yeah. Once figured out, he could concentrate better to reach Al, eventually.

“I suppose so yeah.” he shrugged.

"So uh..whatcha wanna talk about? “ he asked. It was getting late.. J stood up now to try and find somewhere for the other to sleep

"Ummm … ” There was a bunch of things, so it was hard to pick. “You mentioned another batman?”

“..yeah. He’s a crime fighter thing. Looks a lot different than you. I’m his enemy though” he explained

“Oh you’re like nemesis?” Bruce asked, face beaming with joy. His wings opened as he followed Joker around, curious where he was going.

He shrugged. “Yeah. But… I mean.. I don’t hate him. He hates me. I well… Heh, frankly I adore him” he admits face going a light red for a bit.

“I’m uh..trying to find you somewhere to sleep. I only have the one bed… But I could let you take it if you want”

Wasn’t this the most heartbreaking story that he ever heard.

“I’m technically nocturnal. Don’t worry” he assured. He could already picture guarding the place while Joker was resting, really. “And oh, that sounds like me and Al. Before we got friends. She was the one to not like me, though.” Ah, old times!

He nods.

“…well I don’t blame him for hating me. I’m crazy. I hurt him and fight him and all of his little family” he shrugged

Bruce waved that off. “Al tossed me on a dump once. I nearly drowned that night, too” he remembered. “It’s what villains do” he tried to soothe Joker.

He shrugged. “Yeah But that doesn’t make the heroes like you.” He frowned.

"78 years I’ve been trying at this shit. In multiple different universes all over “

"I’d not … ” - Wait, what? Oh! He was joking. It was in the name. It was a weird joke though, that left Bruce only frowning. “I’d not go so far as to call me a hero” he finished the thought, scratching his neck. “Is this some kind of factory?” he asked just as a side note.

“Yes. It’s an old toy factory” he admits with a smile.

“I’ve only ever lived in places like this. ”

“Abandoned ones? I like the silence.” Who had guessed? They had some things in common. “Do you ever get some kids sneaking in on Halloween?” Bruce asked, smiling wide.

J sighed. “All the time. But then.they seem me and freak. Haha that’s why I wear some make up lately. I’m tired of trying to talk to people only to hear screams”

“Yeah! Imagine trying to be a hero when you are a giant bat! They scream and run and I just try to help” he complained. “I think that makeup’s working really good on you though. Did you try candy, too? Everybody loves candy.” As if to prove his point, he pulled a small see-through bag with star-shaped gummies out of his coat.

He blinked as he spoke. “Well heh… You haven’t seen me without it.”

He seemed to tilt his head as he spoke of candy. “Candy? Heheh I like candy.. ” he grinned

“See?” Phew! Truth be told, there were plenty people who didn’t like sweet treats. But for humans it was quite foolproof. “You want it? I yet have to give a hospitality gift.” Or so he found.

“….a hospitality gift? You don’t owe me nothin’ but I’ll.take the candy if you’re willing to give it” he smiled now.

“Giving away is what I make it for” Bruce insisted, handing it over happily.

He nods slowly, taking the candy. “You make it? He asked as he began to take some pieces and eat them

"Mhm” Bruce affirmed with a hum. “My parents made candy. So … I figured I at least have to give it a try and before you know it, there is no going back” he chuckled.

He nods slowly. “Well it’s very good” he complimented with a smile.

He was too happy than to be able to reply right away. Instead, Bruce played with his hands until he’d eventually manage to say: “Thank you.”

He smiled. “No problem.” he said simply as he walked into his room.

Bruce followed straight away. Who knew, maybe Joker would say more of such nice things after a while? “What did I disturb you on earlier, by the way? You seemed unhappy.” He’d kind of like to help.

“…oh..just trying to think of a new plan to destroy my beloved hero.” he giggled.

"No such luck yet"

“You say beloved and then that you want to destroy him.” Bruce only repeated what he heard, and what he haerd was quite paradoxic.

J nods. “Yes. I’m very confusing. See I know I will ACTUALLY get rid of him”

“You’ll defeat the hero?” Sounded like a story he heard about. Listening curiously, Bruce still went to explore this new part Joker showed him.

#Bruce RP #Bruce and Joker RP #I read this again and I still love this so much #Sweet Nemesis #idk about the title

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Punish Yourself

So, what exactly is "Cyberpunk"? Is it a form of music, a fashion, state of mind? vx69: Basically, Cyberpunk means we use machines to play punk music - or maybe we play machine music in a punk way. Most cyberpunkers use big words to define themselves, it's just pretentious self-indulgent bullshit, too much cyberwanking. Rivetheads trying to give sense to senseless things... Who needs a meaning? Miss Z: Some think VNV Nation are cyberpunk. Ha! Al Jourgensen said one day that cyberpunk music was electronic music when it's not dance stuff, that's a quite good definition. And VNV are definitely Dance of the worst kind. vx69: Most people have a very restricted vision of cyberpunk culture. Matrix, just enough Gibson to use words like simstim or neuromancer, shitty synth-pop or Nine Inch Nails as background music, some bits of misunderstood hacking ideology, wearing cyberdog clothes. We don't belong to that. My first impression of your music was that it reminded me a lot of old Ministry and other Wax Trax bands from the early 90's. Do you all take any of your influence from those groups, or that industrial scene? vx69: Ministry, Revolting Cocks, My Life With The Thrill Kill Kult, sure. TKK for the funny, sleaze attitude. I'm really happy they seem to be back on track. And, well, Ministry. If I had earned one dollar every time I listened to a Ministry record, I would be richer than Bill Gates. The Land Of, Mind Is, Psalm 69 trilogy is just absolutely perfect, too bad they sank into sludgy-metal after that. Miss Z: A guy once wrote in a review that our songs sound exactly Ministry-like. It was probably a criticism, but that one made me happy. I'd rather read we are Ministry rip-offs than being compared to Marylin fucking Manson. Who are your main influences? vx69: We listen to a lot of music, and are quite easily influenced, when we dig something. Ministry and TKK as already said, Sheep On Drugs, The Lords Of Acid, Foetus, Skinny Puppy, Motorhead, Cubanate, Iggy Pop, The Cramps, White 'n' Rob Zombie, Killing Joke, Hawkwind, Chrome. And digital-hardcore bands too, ec80r, Atari Teenage Riot, Ambassador21. Miss Z: It's quite easier to say who we never were influenced by…Marylin Manson, Rammstein, Bob Marley, Tom Jones. Well, Tom Jones, who knows, maybe a bit. Your stage shows seem like they would be an amazing site to see. Where did the idea for the black lights and neon body paint come from? Miss Z: Actually, back in the 90's, we had stolen black UV lights in a nightclub, and someone said ‘why not try to use these for a gig?’As there was no other use we could think of, we tried, and it was like the world had blown a fuse. Never stopped after that. Actually I suspect the idea came from watching one of the Batman movies, with UV reacting bad guys in it. But as we were stoned most of the time, the memories are quite hazy. vx69: In the beginning we used very light make-up, the full body paint thing came after. Just because when you do something, you have to do it full screen. Or just because we never know when we should stop. What's the deal with Olga, the dancer? Is she part of the band, or does she just get up there on stage with you all and get crazy? vx69: Well yeah, basically, getting wild onstage is the only thing she does, but that makes her a full member of the band. She can't be there every time, but really, she's not just a visual element, we couldn't work with people who don't really believe in the stuff. Hired people or anything, that just wouldn't fit. I mean, at a time there were two Olgas. Both of them really called Olga. One of them had to stop touring with us, but she'll be part of the band till the end of times. Miss Z: Countess Olga. She's like a big sister to us. Who else is in the band, and what do they do? vx69: We're four noisemakers onstage. Miss Z plays guitar and sings. She's the female one. X.AV plays drums, P-rlox plays guitar and sings. No one ever told him the noise he makes with his throat are not really singing, but who cares. I just sing and work on the machines in the studio. That's the core. But PY wouldn't be the same without Olga, and our new dancer Klodia with her metal-grinder 'n' sparks, and the crew, we're a family. A kind of Addams family, but still, a family. You all seem to have done quite a bit of touring throughout Europe. Do you have a good following there? vx69: In France, yeah, a very good following, ‘cos that's where we've been touring for years and years and years. I suppose we can say we're the number one industrial act in France, which doesn't mean much, to be perfectly honest, no one buys industrial records in this country. Miss Z: We also have quite a good following in Belgium, Switzerland, and its growing fast in Germany and in the UK. In other countries, well, we still have work, but after years of complete underground, we now have a label working on all this. Strangely, we have a lot of excellent feedback from the USA, a country where we're not distributed and never toured. I noticed that one of you recent shows in Venansault was canceled by fascists. vx69: Funny story. You have to understand France is quite a liberal country, where gigs never get cancelled or prohibited to under 18, things like that. And this one got cancelled by local right-wing politics. When they took a look at the website, they menaced the promoters of the gig. Because we are a ‘bad example’ for the local youth, apparently. I hope this kind of cultural fascism won't ever become a rule in Europe. I was checking out your website, and I noticed some mention of the apocalypse. How is your music preparing you and your followers for this event? Do you all truly believe that the apocalypse is coming, or is this all an act? vx69: Ah, apocalypse. Sometimes people really don't get the joke, actually. Even if I do believe the end of the world is coming soon if we go on like this, this reference to the end of times is nothing more than a subcultural joke. I mean, this is one of the strongest clichés used in Sci-Fi literature, comic-books, and movies. Our sense of apocalypse owes more to Jack Kirby's characters, or Doctor Strangelove, or post-atomic books, than to any commentary on the Bible. We always liked that kinda pulp vision of the end of days. We're no prophets nor trying to be. Just willing to entertain with something scary -Apocalypse seen as the über-incarnation of Halloween stuff, in a way. When "the end" arrives, do you plan on rallying an army of survivors, or are you expecting to become Zombies? vx69: I thought we were already zombies. Miss Z: Better undead than dead. vx69: We're already surrounded by TV-watching-junk-food-eating zombies. I hope when the final blow comes there won't be any survivor among that scum. Miss Z: Hey man, you're forgetting you watched TV for millions of hours eating frozen pizzas. vx69: That's what I meant. Scum. No survivors.

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