My darling cielo 🥺✨ thank you so much for taking the time to write spooky drabbles!!!!
So…I would LOVE to see your take on spooky fae Gojo 👀 🥀
Im sending you all my love and early Halloween candy!!!
hello erika my love!!
and OF COURSE! i will give you some spooky fae gojo!!
sending you sweets and treats and love too! thank you for requesting!!
dark fae!gojo x reader
cw: a smidge of predator/prey
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You peer into the forest.
It peers back.
Bare birch trees, their leaves freshly fallen, stand stark white against the bleak sky, the ground laden in burnt gold and copper. Berry bushes with fruit overripe with late autumn hang heavily along the path, tempting, perhaps overly sweet smelling. Cloying.
You know this path well and have walked it many times.
You hug your cloak, worn and navy, tighter as the wind kicks up. Brisk, hungry wind. The type that bites.
The sun is fading, watery light streaming through the trees and you never want to be out here past sundown. As if to warn you, the caw of a magpie above you, it's wings twinged a vicious, bright blue.
It takes to flight, shimmers in the dying light.
You begin your journey back; you should make it just in time.
You know the path, you tell yourself, even as you move deeper and the trees grow thicker. As the forest swarms you, surrounds you. A strange fork in the road—you don't remember it being so soon. You take your usual left.
The path veers sharply. The wind howls.
Strange...you could've sworn—
You peer into the forest.
A pair of eyes peers back.
You yelp in surprise, lurching away from the figure now in a grove of trees.
Your hackles rise and something deep and innate and raw clangs inside your furiously heaving chest. Run, it screams, run.
You are frozen, a fawn uncertain, still as you can be.
He's tall and long-limbed, unnaturally so. His hair is the color of the birch trees, of spun starlight, a shock of white, vines curling atop his head, plush flowers and berries halo him. His eyes as brilliant as the magpie's wings.
“Hello, little sparrow.” And when he smiles, his teeth are sharp, a flash of white.
You lurch like you might run, jerk away from him but something catches you. Keeps you.
“You have something of mine.” He hums, waltzing towards you in an easy, lazy gate. He bends down suddenly, shoulders at a slanted angle, as he puts his face in yours.
Your heart rabbits quick and hard. He’s inhumanly beautiful with white lashes and glass skin. This close, you notice—his ears. Delicately pointed. Sharp. His canines, sharper.
His finger, nimble and long, dip into your neckline and now you really do stumble away from him. But he’s snagged the necklace you wear; just a smooth, river stone on a cord that you’d found when you were small and—he’s grabbed it. Keeps you held around the neck with it, like a little leash.
“I’ve had this since I was a child,” you manage to get out, “it’s mine. It can’t be yours.”
It is one of the only things that has lasted your whole life.
He tsks, tugging gently, “not at all. You stole this from me some time ago.” His eyes flash like a crack of lightning, and oh god his teeth are so, so sharp—“I’ve come to take it back.”
You pull hard until the stone is yanked from his hands. It thuds dully against your chest, reverberating against your heart.
This time, you listen to the animal in you that says run.
Your feet hit the earth. Wildly, you peer into the forest. You feel it peer back.
It blurs before you. Night swallows the sky.
But you hear his laugh, near and yet far, behind you and yet in front of you, surrounding you.
You force your legs to move faster, harder, feel the ache deep in your bones. You don’t dare look back. You grab at the wildly swinging stone to still it. It’s freezing cold.
“That’s okay,” and you feel his voice like a lovers caress;
“I love a chase.”
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i hope you enjoyed a lil dash of him erika!!!!! genuinely would love to write more of fae gojo!!!
send me a monster and a character and i’ll write a drabble!
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oh, yeah, another thing i noticed that was odd about s5 in comparison to earlier seasons was how much they relied on like. not the history of the doctor, exactly, but the image of that history. whether from little easter eggs of the first doctor’s picture popping up everywhere to i think the two(?) times in the season we get a montage of past doctors. and i honestly can’t remember anything like that happening earlier (with the exception of the time crash short, which felt more substantial to me and was also like. 7 straight minutes of david tennant being allowed to fangirl.)
and i say ‘the image’ because hell knows the RTD era was pulling from doctor who past left, right, and center, but it rarely felt like a moment of ‘look at this old thing, you remember old thing? old thing was cool and so are we for continuing it.’ and more like ‘here’s a species/character/etc from classic who. and here’s how they’ve changed and fit into the new world we’ve built for the show.’
I guess, the difference here for me is that. i haven’t watched classic who. s5 shows me a slideshow of doctors and to me, those are the guys i once ranked by how sexy i think they are. and not much else. i don’t have an emotional connection to an image. but take, say, school reunion? an episode that was my favorite even back when i was a kid specifically because i adored sarah jane? i had no idea who she was then, i only just figured out a little bit ago which doctor she traveled with, and exclusively all i’ve watched of her is that episode in s2 and the sarah jane adventures. and yet, that episode, without the context there for me, managed to make sense to me. i’m sure it was probably even more impactful to fans of sarah jane from classic who, but it didn’t lose its impact without that knowledge.
so, that’s a shift. i don’t want to say it’s a negative one, exactly, because maybe people who have seen classic who like these references and i’m missing something. but, to me, it feels a little more shallow.
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I already wrote out this entire thing but it didn't save so I am grumpy.. And there was a ton of writing. I am very very grumpy.
Anyway, I come with more feral side of Dave's soul content, because I love this emotionally unstable wittle creeture
He about to lose his shit in a jealous rage, he wants some loving gentle forehead bonks
Now for my art style that has more effort that took...
... *sobs in my art takes way too long to make*
(The lil comic took 6 hours.. These two pages apparently took 47... *sobs)
Now some facts about this clinically insane rabbit man.. (that I already wrote out before but it didn't save >:( ):
-He's still mostly jackalope as you can see from the sawn off antlers, as a jackalope he's "genetically" mostly hare, but does have some rabbit in him (specifically American fuzzy lop and some angora rabbit, what's why he's so floofy)
-He is indeed a rabbit/hare so he can be a bit um... Let's say "flirtatious" especially in the spring and summer... Tangerine men beware.
-As seen in the lil drawing of him being an angy lil dude, he may have some mild electro-kineses, he can't direct it anywhere, just zap things touching him, mostly when he's angy
-He hates the above power because it makes his fur go all static and uncontrollable, so he tries to never use it
-He and his reasonable side (I'll just call him Reas from now on) are constantly fighting, stressing Jack out a ton
-Reas tries his best to keep Jack away from Feral as he can be more dangerous and unpredictable than Reas, but with Feral also being just as, no, even more obsessive and possessive of Jack, this just makes him act out more.. Making Reas keep him away more, creating an entire negative feedback loop of misery and loneliness for Feral
-Since Feral feels so alone, he has sort of doubled down on the doctrine his so-called father figure taught him, trying to find purpose in his old work to not feel as alone and lost, but he'll never say he feels alone or lost, he has pretty unhealthy coping mechanisms, mostly destructive, making people keep even further from him and masking his misery with false confidence
-He's extremely emotionally unstable if you couldn't tell, but he's so extremely desperate for any positive affection that if the right person came along (pretty much any jack adjacent person) and gave him that affection, no matter how little, he'd just melt like putty in their hands... Sometimes literally, turning into some amalgamated goop rabbit, looking like glitchtrap at the end of Princess quest.
I hope you enjoyed how surprisingly dark and sad that got, and enjoyed my crazy ramblings about this damn lil creeture, may he haunt your dreams and cuddle all the versions of jack in your minds, bye bye for now
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