#you killer get a flower crown

[ghost-bleus]

”if you like this character you are a horrible person-“ LET PEOPLE HAVE THEIR FUN WHO GIVES A SHIT ITS NOT A REAL PERSON

#fritz ranting #saw someone HERE talk about how people who like alastor or william afton are horrible people and are just as bad- #-as people who photoshop flower crowns on actual serial killers #fucking no??? #it’s not real??? #they’re not a real person???? #it’s fictional???? #“🤓☝️ erm actually if you like them that means you condone to their actions” #NO ITDOESNT???? #WHERE THE HELL DID YOU GET THAT #and why are you complaining about it on TUMBLR of all places #this is where the simps of horrible characters reside #go to twitter if you want to yap about something that stupid #what gives you the right to decide what characters people should like or not #fuck off

[azsazz]

Whispers in the Wind

Azriel x Reader

Summary: The Split-Fic is here!! @writingsbychlo and I are so excited for this! Featuring Tamlin's sister!reader as she navigates life after losing her family.

Warnings: Angst

Word Count: 823

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The vast gardens surrounding the Willow manor are always beautiful in the peak of summer. Vibrant lilacs and blush flowers bloom far and wide not only across the Spring Court but live perfectly contained in the lavish garden of your brother’s estate; preened and watered daily by the house staff.

Just like you.

You sigh, pushing away from the bench by your window. Your linen skirts whisper against the floor as you stride across your room, flinging yourself onto your bed. It feels much too big for only yourself, but yet you were all you had, with your brothers and parents gone, save for Tamlin. Your heart yearns in your chest—to bask beneath the summer sun that reminds you so much of them, Neo and Wells chasing you around with teasing grins and flowers for your hair.

You miss them, even if they did fight a lot, both in training and out. Neo was the oldest of the four of you, fiercely protective and you thought him more intelligent than even the Surial sometimes. And Wells was a master of the sword, always willing and more than ready to answer with his fists. Both of your brothers showed exemplary traits that could crown them High Lord of Spring someday, but now…

Tamlin hadn’t ever wanted that life. He wanted to travel and said that he’d show you the white sands of Summer or the Mountains of Night someday because you weren’t allowed to tag along with your father while on official business. No, that was a male’s journey, one for only your brothers.

And now he’s the High Lord, because Neo and Wells are gone, killed in the night by the hand of Night itself, Rafe. 

He and his son Rhysand had moved as the shadows within the manor, silent killers that made straight for your family in the dead of night. You had hardly heard more than your mother’s plea before she was silenced, and you burst from your bed chambers only to find Tamlin kneeling in a pool of Rafe’s blood, eyes hopeless as his body thrummed with newfound power.

You don’t feel like eating, hadn’t felt much of anything in the months the rest of your family had been killed. It had been a relief to your remaining brother that you hadn’t been murdered, and he’d left the next night with such a fiery vengeance that he’d nearly set fire to the wisps of long grass in the fields behind the manor.

It has been days since he’s been gone. 

The sun dips low behind the rolling hills as night approaches, smothering the light like a snuffed-out flame. It’s both utterly intriguing and disturbing now that you know what it’s capable of. 

Tamlin had said you’d be fine when you begged him to allow you to join on his travels. Bron and Hart were here to protect you and would lay down their lives for you if you asked.

As the stars awaken, you shiver, your stomach curling in betrayal. They call to you, just as the shadows do, just as the moon does. She cries silver tears into your favorite spot in the Spring Court, aptly named Moonlight Lake. 

You shouldn’t go, shouldn’t wander through the fields like that. Nasty creatures still roam the night, you’ve heard the wolves howling at the full moon high in the sky, and the whispers of creatures that scared the deer into hiding.

Yet you can’t seem to stay away. Your fingers twitch against the soft sheets and it’s hard to keep yourself from getting up and following the moon. You squeeze your eyes shut, taking a steadying breath. Maybe Bron will play the pianoforte to distract you or perhaps Hart will teach you that card game that he loses every week.

Sneaking out of the Willow manor is as easy as it was when you were fourteen and Wells had shown you how. Bron and Hart won’t bother you, of that you know. A mourning daughter of Spring that shan't be bothered, Tamlin instructed.

The grass is cool beneath your bare feet and you follow the brightest star in the sky though you don’t need to. You know the way by heart.

Silver glows, the lake beckoning you with each step. Its mercury waters are dazzling, a mirror that reflects the night sky it wishes to return to. 

A voice across the clearing stops you just before you’re about to dip a toe into the star-filled waters. 

Squinting, you can’t make out the figure more than a silhouette of darkness. Your breath catches in your throat and your heart pounds loudly in your chest. He stands directly across from you, the lake the only thing separating him from you, and you can easily tell how tall he is. 

His voice is a caress of darkness itself, sliding down your spine like a drop of moonlight escaping into the pool below. “Hello, petal.”

#azriel x reader #azriel/reader #acotar #acomaf #acowar #azriel x you #azsazz x writingsbychlo #acosf #azriel angst

[lovverletters]

Ok so I did send a request idea but im also still thinking about the serial killer guy and im just.

Im so love him so so much and just

Sobbing crying and holding his face gently.

Im so gay. Im such a gay lil man for big scary dude

And I just wanna.... dote on him.

Like ok I mean yes he HAS killed people and all and is kinda super scary

But god my dumb ass with a big heart just seeing him covered in blood and maybe hurt somehow and going like "hey... hey uh... let's get you cleaned up and patched up ok?"

And just being so gentle with him, wiping the blood off and maybe even learning to stitch wounds closed just for him.

Ok so what if maybe he has kidnapped me. He means well I think! Hasn't done anything to hurt me so I mean come on maybe he is lonely and needs some kindness ya know? (Totally not delusional ♡♡♡)

I mean sure it was scary at first and all but like he's a person too right? He's got a heart. He needs some gentle care and love.

Making him a flower crown, putting stickers on his mask and arms, holding his hand gently and just feeling his big palms with my smaller lil hands and treating him with such gentle care.

I am so sappy and gay im sorry

I just love him-

♡Bunny (whos a gay lil idiot♡♡♡)

Yandere! Serial Killer part 2

A/N : this was supposed to come out on Halloween but um things happens💟 hope you like it! Sorry for the ending heh🐰

T/W : blood, mentioned of murder, kidnapping, stockholm syndrome(?), the reader lowkey kinda insane too, yandere themes.

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[Name] stared at the screen of the television showcasing a random horror movie absentmindedly, not paying much attention to it as their thoughts were occupied.

It was well past midnight and they were still wide awake.

They were unable to sleep due to the loud thundering sounds of the storm outside and decided to watch a movie instead and hopefully fall asleep to it.

It didn't work obviously as they were currently staring blankly at the scene of a man being brutally murdered by an axe-wielding killer in the movie. It was concerning how they barely reacted to the grotesque scene.

They've seen real horrors before.

[Name] has essentially been desensitised of seeing blood and gore. The sight being far too common nowadays after they met him.

Their ears perked up at the sound of a jingling keys and the doorknob twisting open. He's home. [Name] turned their gaze from the movie to the man who's currently standing at their front door.

"You're back and.. bloodied as usual" They greeted him, eyes trailing over his current state.

Lorn was covered in blood from head to toe, both his and his victim's they presumed. Cuts and scratches littered his muscled arms, some look fairly deep ones as it bled. The killer stood still as a statue all the while [Name] inspected him, he knew [Name] will be angry at him for walking around bathed in blood so he remained glued to his spot.

"Found a tough one. Scratched and sliced me once with a knife. That's why m'so bloodied, had to cut their limbs off f'touching me" He explained, staring at [Name] who were grabbing the items they had kept in the supply closet.

If they had not known better, they would've thought he was innocent, incapable of harm as he stared at them through his red horned mask with those adoring eyes. Who would've thought that the infamous Lovelorn killer was a small puppy towards his object of affection.

"Come here, let's get you cleaned and patched up. Wouldn't want you to bleed everywhere, blood is hard to get out of carpet okay?" They motioned him to strip his clothes off and dump it in the basin of clothes to be washed separately.

As they wiped the blood off of Lorn, stitched and wrapped him up in bandages they were overcome by a realisation. Something feels off about themselves. A normal person would've screamed bloody murder and ran to the police but here they are pampering a serial killer who they are living with.

'I might be insane myself' they thought to themselves, chuckling humourlessly.

It had been months since they were locked inside this house with only Lorn as a company. They were protesting at first, demanding to be freed but even then deep down they didn't really care. [Name] only did it because it's what they thought a sane person would do.

Maybe they and Lorn aren't that different.

[Name] snapped out of their thoughts when a rough hand were placed on their jaw, the touch so gentle they barely feel it.

"What's wrong?" Lorn was looking at them with those eyes again.

They shook their head and smiled, continuing their work of stitching up closed a cut on his arm. After they were done, Lorn stood up and englufed them in a hug, their sizes difference were apparent as he towers over them with his muscular built.

"Thank you. I love you so much, [Name]" He said, burying his face on their hair.

They pat his back and suddenly a thought crept up in their mind. They bit their lip as they contemplate on wether to ask him or not.

Fuck it.

"Hey, Lorn?" He hummed in reply, too busy mooching off their warmth.

"Why don't I join you the next time you went out for a kill?"

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#yandere x reader #yandere x darling #yandere x y/n #yandere x you #yandere oc #tw: yandere #yandere #gender neutral reader #yandere male #yandere headcanons

[l0sercat]

May I please request The oni, The mastermind, ghostface, and hillbillies reaction to a survivor who is nicknamed Flower girl, because she picks flowers all the time and has flower bracelets and flower crowns, having a anxiety attack because a survivor *cough* Claudette*cough* found her making flower crowns and bracelets and stomped on them. Also flower girl has given killers flowers before, and has generally been nice, like making small talk while on the hook and letting them kill her so they don't have to suffer. Sorry if this is too long, don't have to do it if you don't want to-🐍

Hi sorry for the wait my precious anon 💖 Also what do you have against Claudette lmao

Killers react to survivor who has a panic attack

The Oni

He didn't hate you

He actually kinda liked you

So when he saw Claudette step all over your flowers and you panicking he immediately rushed to your side

He checked up on you and then tore Claudette apart

He would put you in a safe spot and kill everyone and let you have hatch

Wesker

He was walking around the map trying to find a survivor

The he saw you on the floor with a panicked look on your face with Claudette above you grinning and stepping on your flowers

You curled up while she laughed and started to walk away

Wesker's blood boiled and he charged at the girl

Uroboros wrapped around her neck and she choked, Wesker threw her and she landed on the ground hard

He was at your side and he checked to make sure you were fine and he picked you up

Then her went over to Claudette and dragged her to a hook and slammed her down on it

Since you had always let him kill you he thought he would let you go this one time

Ghostface

He stalked around the corner

There he saw you panicking over Claudette who was stepping on your flowers

He walked over there and twirled his knife

"So what do we have here?" He said in a seemingly playful tone but under the mask he was ticked

You had made him some flower jewelry and let him get kills so you were somewhat special

Claudette looked at him with fear as you laid on the ground shaking and crying

Danny grit his teeth and lunger at Claudette stabbing her in the eyes and then stabbed her in the neck and twisted the blade

He left her there to choke on her own blood and knelt by you and pulled you head into his chest and he let you cry

Hillbilly

He was very upset, enraged even

He charged his chainsaw up and charged at Claudette And sliced he through her mid section

His chainsaw tore up her insides and she screamed loudly on pain

Billy felt some satisfaction in her screams

It was what she gets for destroying your flowers and making you panic

His wrists her covered in bracelet's you made him he even had a crown

He set down his chainsaw and patted your head And made a little growl trying to calm you down

#x reader #albert wesker #gender neutral #gender not specified #gender neutral reader #slashers #dead by daylight #dbd #danny johnson dbd #danny johnson x reader #albert wesker x you #albert wesker x reader #albert wesker imagine #oni dbd #dbd oni #oni x reader #ghostface x you #ghostface x reader #ghostface #dbd danny johnson x reader #dbd danny johnson #danny johnson #hillbilly dbd #hillbilly #hillbilly/reader #platonic #platonic hillbilly #🐍 anon

[kiss-me-muchoo]

𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞, 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐠𝐨 || 𝐊𝐲𝐥𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐧 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲_ in the middle of a ripple in the force, the girl Ben Solo accidentally cursed turns out to be the princess that Kylo Ren desperately hunts.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬_ age gap (I’m 20, so reader too) Kylo was 29 in TFA as far as I know, fem reader, angst and I think that’s it.

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞_ my Adam Driver era is beyond over, it happened in 2020 and were done. But I somehow ended up coming back to Kylo. I wrote this with bad blood remix (TV’s), so yeah… silly little me.

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All of Ben Solo’s past was long forgotten. Until he saw two girls in his dreams. A very young dirty girl in the desert. And a lookalike princess.

The dessert girl made him feel a pull to the light. The princess made him want to be a better general for the First Order, to give in everything to the dark side.

And so the time passed. Kylo Ren became stronger, and he was able to see the princess’ shadow. He had never seen her face, or so he thought. This young woman was delicate as a feather, she was gentle, all felt through a blurred vision.

He wished he could talk to her. She made him close his eyes and peacefully rest for the night. So he started trying to find her. Kylo Ren visited every galaxy to see if any of the princesses remaining alive was the girl of his dreams. But he failed continuously, and also his knights.

He just wanted to know her. He wanted to see why she made him feel safe.

…

You let the older’s woman fingers braid your hair. She finishes by scattering some little flowers across your braided hair and smiles at your reflection in the mirror.

“And done.” She says smiling.

“I highly appreciate it, Leia” You reciprocate the smile and stand up.

“I’ll let you finish getting ready, but don’t take too long. You know I hate having late people for briefings” you nod.

“I’m always on time, just let me…” you start wandering around your room, until Leia calls you, and you see her placing your mother’s crown in your head.

“Now you’re ready.”

I’m not a princess anymore.

“Wear it for her. For your loved ones… as a sign of respect” Leia says, maybe you were thinking too loud. You didn’t like being called princess, but most of the resistance did. General Organa could see herself reflected in you. A young princess that lost too.

“I miss them a great deal” you admit. It had been four years. The First Order destroyed your home planet. And you were the only survivor as General Leia Organa saved you.

“I miss her too. But that’s why you have to keep wearing the crown. As long as you remember them, they live” Your eyes water, Leia squeezed your hand in assurance.

“The force will always allow you to keep them close”

“Thank you. For everything…” she nods, smiling again, before leaving you alone.

You touch the crown. Looking at the tiny details. It was simple, undercover and very elegant after all. It was subtle, yet… it made you feel… weird.

The air changes. What felt like a warm sunny day, starts feeling like a cold cloudy dusk. You frown, looking away from the mirror. When you turn, you see a man in black robes, already looking at you, through a mask. The man of your dreams and visions. You stopped breathing, literally.

He was Kylo Ren. The Commander of the First Order. Master of the Knights of Ren. A Jedi killer…

“Who are you?” He asks, modulated and heavy voice that makes you freeze. Allowing yourself to feel scared.

Leia was right. He didn’t know about you. He didn’t remember you.

“Nobody” you answer.

“You’re a princess certainly.”

“I was one…”

“There’s still a crown on your head, Are you force sensitive?” You remain quiet, swearing to be hearing your heartbeats through your head and ears. He sounded calm, but very intimidating. Which made you feel goosebumps.

“No.”

“The force connected us then… Why?” there’s an idea of what was happening in your head. But he wasn’t able to understand it. He just knew you had to be important, if you weren’t doing it by yourself, the force picked you for something big.

“You know who I am.” He speaks again, giving a step closer, making you go backward. He noticed it.

“Everyone knows who you are.” The air feels suffocating. Your room seems to feel smaller, as the man projected inside of it was very big.

“Then you know I will find you.”

“I know.” You try to sound calm, which seems to unsettle him. You pretended very well.

“And you won’t do anything?”

“I’ll wait till that day to think about doing something” he wants to chuckle. But he can’t because he’s anxiously trying to pry more about you. He doesn’t know where you are, how old are you, who you are.

At the same time, both of you were shocked to finally face each other. After months of hearing and watching faded silhouettes of each other. It was rare…

“You should be afraid of me.” He added, walking even closer, being able to smell your perfume. He was now infatuated, totally obsessed with the idea of finding you. You felt it, which angered you. So you took your fear away and stepped further, facing his creepy mask closer.

“I won’t be scared the day you find me, Ren”

And the connection broke.

The sun was back again. The birds could be heard again. You touched your chest, as you felt in panic. You almost ran to the briefing room, praying that time would pass faster so you could have a word with Leia.

About why the force had connected you with his son.

…

Poe scratched the back of his head with his free hand. He was caressing his food tray as he approached the dining room and saw you gossiping with Connix, your best friend.

“I’m telling I don’t know. He just-“

Poe touched you and it made you jump scared. Connix let out a little startled yelp and the pilot started laughing.

“What are you talking about that has you all concentrated?” he took a seat in front of you and the girl beside you. Noticing neither of you had finished the food.

“Can you two finish your food? I don’t want any sick friend again” You started eating in silence, under the desperate look of Connix, who was practically begging you to tell Poe.

“This morning the force connected y/n with Kylo Ren” You rolled your eyes at Connix. Poe dropped his fork and looked at you in horror.

“WHAT?”

“Uh… yes, she’s right” you confirm to Poe, who looks beyond shocked.

“But.. Why?”

“I have my theories, but it doesn’t make sense” Your friends nod. And you just want to forget about the whole issue.

“He’s your space soulmate and the force wants to get you two together” You start laughing at Connix’s terrible joke and gently push her. Poe didn’t laugh.

“Connix, don’t joke about it. What if he wants to hurt her? What if he indeed wants to get together with y/n and worsens the war?” He’s right though. You sigh, focusing on your food instead.

“I need to be prepared. We’ll see each other eventually. I just feel it. But today… is all about you, my dear Poe. You and BB-8 must go and get that map. We need it…” everyone nods.

“Promise me you’ll be careful. The First Order has spies everywhere. One bad move, and they’ll be with you” Poe nods, knowing his colonel best friend was very meticulous about missions, especially when her friends were involved.

“I’ll be careful, princess y/n” You frown, and both Connix and Poe start laughing.

“I extremely hope so, Dameron”

The rest of the dinner flows fine. But you fear, about Kylo Ren discovering who you were before time.

…

Missing. That’s the only word in your head, knowing that BB-8 and Poe were missing was getting on your nerves. But Leia assured you to sleep and let her handle it. Uncomfortable, you went to bed against your own will, staring at the ceiling, questioning why it had to be such a long and weird day.

By the time you fell asleep, Poe woke up. Realizing he was at some First Order cruiser, Kylo Ren was looking at him. Poe sighed, knowing that he would likely end up hurt again.

Ren acknowledged him as the best pilot of the Resistance. Great to start.

“You have seen the map”

“And you have seen the girl,” Ren assured.

“What girl?” As soon as the pilot asked, he unveiled everything. Your connection with Ren, what you told him before talking about the mission. He accidentally gave Ren all the answers.

The map was with the droid and the girl was with the Resistance.

“Princess y/n of the fallen kingdom of Karyn and Colonel of the Resistance” Kylo Ren proudly said your name and titles. He smiled under the mask.

How he could have forgotten about Karyn and how they refused to be involved in the war. He never realized the daughters of the kings survived.

“NO!… DON’T YOU DARE TO HURT HER!” Poe yelled, trying to break the cuffs hurting him.

“I won’t, pilot. You can rest knowing that I won't hurt her” and with that, he left the cell. Only causing great pain for Poe, feeling guilty.

When Ren walked away, and when he turned to some hallway, he spotted you. He froze, there you were looking at the giant window, looking at the stars. You must be at the secret base of the resistance, but to him, you were with him. You turned, encountering him as if Kylo Ren was at the entrance of your balcony. He saw your dark blue dress and silver crown, you saw his hideous mask again.

“What have you done with my friend?” You ask.

“That rebel scum? To your luck, he is in a cell, alive.” You know he’s telling the truth.

“You must have what you need, let him go” For the first time, you noticed your height barely brushed his shoulders, he was massive, making you incapable of feeling some fear.

“I can’t, he’s a prisoner of the First Order.” You roll your eyes.

“LET HIM GO!” You yell, trying to keep calm, or else he will discover one of your little secrets.

“Don’t worry, soon or later you’ll join him. And it will be an honor to have you in my ship, Princess y/n of Karyn” you mentally cursed. He had one clue, he had opened the door to know everything to you. And he knew that you stuttered, being unable to talk. By the look on your face, he knew you were scared. And he liked it.

“Get out of my head.” And somehow, you broke the connection.

But under all the fear, you had one doubt. You wanted to know how he looked under that mask after all those years.

…

You needed to hear Poe, so as you fly with the Resistance to Takodana, you call him. You hadn’t seen him since he returned. BB-8 would be happy to see his friend there. It had been rough days. Your connection with Ren hadn’t happened again. But you constantly saw him trying to kill you along his knights in the desert. You brush away the frightening memory, hearing your dear friend calling you.

“Colonel Princess y/n, here is Poe Dameron. Permission to lead the division?” You smile widely.

“Permission granted, Dameron. Now don’t get into more trouble, I need you by my side after this?” He chuckles after some exchange of words, and he starts doing his job. You love how Poe loved to fly. He had to teach you how to fly a ship yet, but for now, you loved when he offered rides.

Your good thoughts soon are over. You turn to Leia, who’s already thinking the same as him.

“He’s here,” you say and she nods.

“Hide yourself as long as you can. But do not hide your ability to fight.” You nod, hiding your weapon in your belt, under your cape.

You join the fight and you can get rid of many stormtroopers. You see BB-8, Chewie, surprisingly Han Solo, and another boy fighting together and you want to run towards them. But a stormtrooper shoots at you. And while you were able to avoid him, others came out of nowhere. He hit your head and you almost fainted. You touched your head, hand covered in blood. Your vision was blurred and you felt how the troopers kicked you and picked you up, towards their ship.

You were too disoriented to do something, to fight. And yet, you felt him. You saw Kylo Ren carrying another woman. And when he looked at you, he left the girl and kneeled in front of you. Inspecting your wounds. You could hear his heavy breathing. But you refused to look at him.

“I said to bring me the princess, not to injure her” You keep looking at the floor, watching as some blood drops fall against the cold floor. His gloved hand caressed your temple and sent you to complete darkness, losing consciousness.

…

When you open your eyes, you are shocked to see Kylo Ren without his mask. You wanted to tear up, but you harshly refused.

“I cleaned your wounds”

“How gentle of you.” You speak, feeling your throat extremely dry.

“You must be something else. I can see anything, you are hiding your memories from me”

“Maybe you’re just not as good as you thought you were.” He makes an expression that you take as an extremely brief smile.

“Maybe you’re lying to me. Who are you, princess y/n?” He asks stepping closer. You can see his clean face with moles like you. His brown eyes and dark hair. You turn your head away from him. But he places his gloved hand on your chin, stopping you from squirming away.

“All I know is that Karyn fell years ago. Because it was one of my first missions as commander, I gave permission to attack. I remember seeing how the planet came to ashes” You turn to face him in shock, anger in your face.

“MONSTER!” You cry out in anger at his face. He killed your home, your people, your family, and your legacy.

“Let go of that, it would happen anyway. Karyn was a strong kingdom that wanted to remain isolated from the war” You let yourself cry a little.

“I assume it was Organa who saved you” You look at him with resentment, hate, and horror.

“But why you? You must be able to wield the force. You just don’t know yet. You’re being slower than the scavenger”

“So now I’m a prisoner?” Ren frowns before gently shaking his head.

“No, of course not. You’re my special guest. I'm taking you to Supreme Leader Snoke.” He said, inches away from your face. His proximity was making you even more angered rather than uncomfortable, so you looked at him deeply in his eyes. And you felt something as well as him. But both of you ignored it.

“Sir, your presence is urgently required at the command center” Two stormtroopers appeared at the door of the cell. You remained silent and the man rolled his eyes. He gave you one last look and left with the soldiers.

Maybe the mighty Kylo Ren had underestimated you because you could feel your weapon in your belt. And in less than a minute, you were out of the cell. You start moving away, and suddenly you collide in the chest of someone. Another girl, the scavenger.

“You are princess y/n,” she says excitedly. You knew she was force-sensitive, so she must’ve escaped from her cell too.

“And you must be the scavenger”

“I’m Rey. And need to get going. Han, Chewie and Finn are here. Let’s go!” She takes your hand and starts guiding you.

“Who’s Finn?” You didn't know him.

“Oh, you’ll like him. He has helped a lot” You only nodded.

“Did Ren went to see you?” Rey asks you.

“He did.”

“I can feel your connection with him. It’s weird, like you had met him before” You stop abruptly.

“I met him. He ruined my childhood” Rey is about to ask more, but she is interrupted by Finn and his friends.

“Han Solo, Chewie!” You greeted the man that you constantly saw as a kid, the Wookiee that played with you. For some minutes, you felt secure, even happy.

…

The first thing Kylo Ren saw after killing his father, was your face. You looked shocked, saddened, and enraged. You were with the scavenger and the traitor looking at what he did.

He felt your pain and in his rage, he felt even worse, he was desperate to know why the pain you felt as Han Solo died felt too personal. Like you had met him before.

Finn, Rey and you started running towards the snowy forest. You took advantage to start the Falcon and get out of there, Chewie let you know it was ready, but you heard their screams. Your friends must’ve been intercepted. So you knew it was over, Kylo Ren would know your secret, but you had to save your friends. You never asked to be a hero, but you had to act like one to succeed. You remember Karyn thought light and darkness were both the same. They were perfectly balanced and there was no beliefs on the Jedi or Sith.

You fight for them. Because they weren’t able to do so. You fight to keep being free.

Giving firm steps into the snow, they turn to look at you. Rey smiles briefly and Ren seems confused. But you take your weapon out, and you let your green lightsaber join the red of Ren and the blue of Rey.

Both seem shocked. But it takes a twist when you walk forward, giving the first attack. Kylo was taken aback by the sudden violence, but he concentred about giving a clean fight. He starts attacking back, but it seems to be more difficult for him, as it is two against one. Your ways of executing the lightsaber mixed a lot of techniques, which made it harder for Kylo to predict your next move.

Finn was heavily injured, so you tried to get close to him to help him. But it wasn’t easy.

“You and I. We’re connected, you know it.” Kylo says out of breath. Your saber collides with his, and you put all of strength to push him away.

“I can help you become more powerful” you frown. You don’t need that.

“I don’t care about power. I want to keep my freedom” you let your intrusive thoughts win. You remember what he did to you.

“You almost killed me once. Don’t you remember, Ben Solo?” In his sudden weakness at the mention of that name, Rey comes in and attacks too, you feel him get inside your head and the scavenger slides the saber against his face. You gasp in shock, almost dropping your saber.

“NO!” You scream, thinking he died. But you see him moving. And Rey is shocked to see how you rushed to his side.

You kneel beside him, only to see an awfull wound across his face, he seems to be lost, probably half unconscious. His face is sweaty and you sigh relieved to see he was alive. The moment feels soft, and he sees some memory that strongly appeared in your head. He closes his eyes and feels you.

The connection. You hated him, but you didn’t want him to die.

Kylo Ren sees himself as a seventeen-year-old student in Luke’s temple. When he was still Ben Solo. He was training with his friend Weenie, they didn’t agree sometimes, which led to heavy training sessions. The blonde padawan fought so hard, and Ben reciprocated. Without even noticing it, they moved around the area where the youngest kids were training. He was furious, Weenie said having bad dreams constantly leads to darkness. He was about to hit Weenie with his blue lightsaber when the blonde moved. Ben Solo heard a little girl cry, and when he saw, there was a girl at his feet, her padawan robes covered in blood and sliced open. His saber had burned her back and cut the top of her long hair and she was unconscious.

The little kids ran towards her. All of them yelled, “Y/N WAS HURT!” “BEN SOLO HURT Y/N! “TELL MASTER SKYWALKER!”

She was eight years old. He never knew who she was.

But when Kylo Ren opened his eyes, he saw the young girl. He couldn’t believe you were that girl. He had so many questions.

You caressed his swollen cheek and leaned to whisper in his ear.

“You took everything away from me. My Jedi training, my home, my family, my future.” He gulped, his hand landed on your hip, and he felt like he couldn’t breathe. You stopped him.

“Being with the Resistance feels correct. But I don’t believe in the light or darkness anymore”

“I will see you lose this war, Kylo Ren. And you’ll feel what I did over the years” The hand on his cheeks pushed him further into the snow. And when he tried to stand up, you pulled his hair and crushed his skull again.

Rey took you away, running to take Finn and get out as the First Order base was about to disappear in lava.

But you couldn’t ignore the strange feeling in your stomach. You despise him. You were over the scars he left in your back. You try to forget about Karyn, your family. But you were extremely far away from forgiving Kylo Ren for destroying it.

Nonetheless, Kylo Ren didn't want to let you go and you didn't want to leave him alone.

And you knew it wasn't over. It had only started.

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Go and say mean things in the comments, luv you and let me know if anyone wants part two.

#kylo ren x reader #star wars x reader #star wars fanfiction #kylo ren

[strawbubbysugar]

I can’t stop thinking about how pry/ncess must be feeling, knowing that the man they considered their father (since theirs was so horrible) was murdered because of them. And yes, logically they must know it’s not their fault, but the fact that it was their crown that killed him makes it so much harder. Not only is he gone, they can’t even grieve with the people around them because everyone blames them. There may even be the idea at the back of their mind that their bio dad has something to do with this. Sun, he’s scared and confused. His father is dead, the only person who was involved that he can ask is his now spouse, and they’re clearly too fragile to question. “I know it wasn’t you, flower” except faith in another person can only get you so far. No matter what, there will be fear in the back of his mind that his beloved was involved. And poor Chica. Her husband is now dead, the person she considered a daughter is his killer, and she can’t find her son. She must be blaming herself, for bringing them into the household, letting them so close to the king. Now, instead of mourning her love, she has to quell the rise of returning war that will be imminent. Doesn’t seem like they’re getting their happy endings for a while. Sorry for the long rant, your story just makes me have so many thoughts! I can’t wait for Moon to finally talk to pry/ncess. Have a lovely day!

Excellent excellent analysis! They’re all having a very bad time!

#ask #bethroned #bethroned spoilers #bethroned art #never any need to apologize love!!

[impromptu-sketches]

can you recommend me some good yaois with an actual good story? perfect balance of humour, sex & plot. i don't like to read stories that only consist of fucking. thank you very much!

Great question!! Hopefully you find the perfect balance in some of these recs ~ I put a flower next to the ones I think you should check out first ❀

HUMOR, sex, & plot

Punch Drunk Love ❀

Semantic Error ❀

Mother's Spirit ❀

The World's Greatest First Love: The Case of Ritsu Onodera

Wolf in the House ❀

Happy Crappy Life

Don't Get Me Wrong, Boss!

Love in Orbit

humor, SEX, & plot

It's Just a Dream... Right?! ❀

You Get Me Going

Haunted by Desire

Taming the Tiger

Anemone Theater

Dawn of the Dragon

4 Week Lovers

On or Off ❀

Love so Pure

humor, sex, & PLOT

King's Maker: Triple Crown ❀

Frenemies: Thicker Than Blood ❀

Unintentional Love Story

Bongchon Bride

Fate Makes No Mistakes

Liveta

humor & plot / shounen-ai honorable mentions

Killer Crush ❀

Lost in the Cloud

Night Fragments

I Became the Lousy Side Top

Beauty and the Brawn

#bl manhwa #bl manga #yaoi #punch drunk love #mother's spirit #wolf in the house #king's maker #semantic error

[4dtk]

yeah we love smutty toji but what about soft toji ????? also this was ultra cheesy i lowkey hate it >:( 0.7k.

“hey, doll, still up?” toji, assassin and sorcerer killer, always tries to sneak into the house with minimal sound, knowing you’d either be knocked out cold or immersed in some tv show.

either way, he never liked when he spooked you the first few times, and he keeps it in mind now — fingers clasped tight onto the key and close to the lock, turn one and twice, and he has to make sure to dust off his shoes heel first on the cheesy ‘welcome!’ mat he begged you not to buy.

today, you’re strangely stuck between reality and reverie, eyelids feeling heavy while you fight against sleep. he guesses it’s a new season that you couldn’t wait for tomorrow to binge, but he knows that you’d forget everything tomorrow anyway.

“princess.” toji is never demanding with you, but his tone always held a certain sense of authority that contrasts with a clear comforting sense of safeness. the deep rumble of his voice lulls you to nod off, but you’re eventually able to stand up — only to crash into him.

“princess, you need your beauty sleep—”

“not when season three just came out! i need to know how they survived—” 

it’s no use fighting against toji where he towers over you easily, failing to fight against your body’s instinct when it curls into your boyfriend like a routine. he’s picked you up easily in a bridal carry, stifling a small smile when you nuzzle into his neck.

“you can do that tomorrow, doll. remind me and i’ll put on the show for you.”

you sigh, already indulging in the warmth toji provided — such in contrast to the ruthless attacks he’s done to sorcerers — and here, he’s different, he’s safe.

he’s him.

because even when toji hasn’t known love for the longest time, he sees and observes and tries. he’s seen stupid rom-com movies with you, he’s seen couples on the street, he’s seen you. toji finds out that you were allergic to flowers, succumbing to non-stop sneezing when he had gotten you a bouquet, so he keeps his flower runs small and seldom. toji’s never noticed how your hand couldn’t rest comfortably when he held it, so you switch to holding his arm with a shrug in your shoulders, because you didn’t mind that he was clueless about his large stature.

toji learns of the way you unconsciously massage his legs when he arrives home, of how you’d ask his favourite dish and he’d discover the tab of the recipe open late at night. toji sees how you offer a listening ear even when he’s swearing his ass off, he notices your unwavering, gentle touch even when you’re pissed at the other.

it takes a while for the assassin to show his love and soon, planned gestures become more natural and instinctual. even if he scoffs when you tease him about wanting to walk closer to the road, you’re confident he’s not doing it just for show.

like how toji never forgets to carry you to bed every night whether you’re passed out cold or awake, he feels like and unlike icarus who couldn’t get enough of the sun. toji is always flying higher and higher with gossamer wings until the heat strips away the layers of his heart; he is bare, vulnerable, but unlike the greek tale, his wings are never melting.

“don’t stay up to work out tonight, ‘kay? i always get cold when you’re not in bed with me,” you mumble into his neck, thankfully close enough to his ear that he’s able to hear.

he smiles, freely now, “of course. i’ll clean up and join you right in bed,” toji kisses the crown of your head, “and tomorrow we can get right back to your tv show.” even if that doesn’t garner any response, it’s what you want. he stays unmoving at the bathroom door later on, observing the steady breaths to your delicate eyelids to the hair that falls across your features.

toji knows how you’re the thread that keeps on sewing and even if those wings of gossamer are translucent and weak, they fare much better in reaching the sun — you — until time is no more.

thank u for reading, love & reblogs r appreciated as always <33

#jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x you #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jujutsu kaisen headcanons #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen x y/n #jujutsu kaisen scenarios #jujutsu kaisen imagines #jjk #jjk x y/n #jjk x reader #jjk fluff #jjk imagines #jjk x you #jjk toji #jujutsu kaisen toji #toji x you #toji fushiguro x reader #toji fluff #toji drabbles #fushiguro toji #toji x reader #toji hcs #jujutsu kaisen hcs #jjk toji fushiguro #toji smut #toji fic #toji headcanons

[deadbydangit]

...Small reader with Pyramid Head, Ghostface, and Knight? Like the other one you did? 😳

Your writing got me kickin my feet fr 😭🙏

Ha! I'm so glad! Coming right up. I hope you enjoy it.

With a reader who is very small. SFW and NSFW

Pyramid Head, Ghostface, Knight

Pyramid Head

SFW

Canonically, he's the tallest killer in the realm.

So, it's almost guaranteed that he's going to be bigger than you.

He's bigger than everyone.

He makes you look like a child you're so small.

But he absolutely loves that.

He loves hugs.

You can't wrap your arms all the way around him though.

He thinks that's the cutest thing.

He'll struggle to pick small flowers and put them in your hair.

So make sure you make him a flower crown too.

He can cup your whole head in one of his hands.

He can't really kiss you, so this is the next best thing.

Need help getting something?

He'll get it for you.

But he prefers to pick you up so you can get it.

Make sure to kiss his head as a thank you. That's what he's after.

He can lift you up with one arm and set you on one of his shoulders.

Being close to you like that really helps reassure him that you'll be safe.

He can be over protective and has the tendency to smother just a bit.

But it's just him showing you how much he adores his little flower.

NSFW

He's big everywhere.

And, if that isn't already plainly obvious, he'll make sure you know before he does anything.

Since he can't talk, he points to himself, then to you.

You have to be safe before he does anything.

He could seriously hurt you by accident.

As much as he'd like to be on top, he is deathly terrified of doing so.

He's always more focused about pleasing you before himself.

Instead, he'd rather you ride him.

You probably won't be able to take him all in.

But watching you try really gets him going.

You can attempt to suck him off.

But that isn't going to fit in your mouth.

It doesn't even fit in both of your hands.

Watching you sputter and gag on his member really concerns him.

He'd rather you not.

If you let him, he can get rough.

He'll almost split you in two.

But he prefers to keep that side of him in control, so don't tease him too much.

He cums, a lot.

You'll almost be soaked in it.

After, he'll clean you up and carry you everywhere you want to go and get you anything you need.

But after, cuddles are a must.

It isn't his fault you're so small and soft.

Ghostface

SFW

Danny isn't the tallest in the realm.

That doesn't bother him.

His ego is too big for that.

But he's going to tease the ever living shit out of you for being small.

And he is an ass about it.

In the real world, he'd be that dick who grabs you a kids menu and teases you about being small.

"I just figured since you're so small, you wouldn't eat that much."

And he's super self aware about how much of a dick he's being too.

"I wonder where they went? Oh, there you are! I didn't see you all the way down there."

"Oh, sorry. I can't hear you. You're too far away."

You want a hug? Better start climbing then.

Want something? He's going to hold it up higher.

Don't be afraid to tease him about something.

He needs a little push on his inflated ego once in a while.

He does love being able to carry you.

He'll just kind of throw you over his shoulder.

His favorite thing to do is pick you up into hugs and swing you around.

Sometimes a little too roughly.

You can tell him to stop, but he just can't help it.

You're just the cutest little thing.

NSFW

He's an average sized guy.

But watching you, being so small, take him in?

Makes him feel like the biggest.

Real confidence booster.

He's also really big into dirty talk.

"You can fit that whole thing in your mouth? But you're so small. You must've practiced. You dirty little whore."

"Aww, is it too much for you baby? Don't worry, I'm almost halfway in."

Don't take it to heart, he really is teasing. Make sure you give him some of that energy back.

He's rough, but just let him know if he's hurting you and he'll ease back.

He's not dumb, if he hurts you, you two can't have fun anymore.

If you ask, he'll get in between your legs.

"This isn't much of a meal here. I'll have to take seconds. Or maybe thirds."

Seeing you get worked up really fires him.

He likes to see how much of your body he can cover in his cum.

It's like his own personal competition with himself.

You're sleeping on top of him after.

You're like a little teddy bear.

And you're all his.

Knight

SFW

Torhos may be a big person, but he doesn't see the merit in the relevance of size.

Smaller individuals can provide just as much power as larger ones.

It's all about how that power is utilized.

Alejandro isn't that big of a person, but he's still able to wield his abilities.

Durkos showed more aptitude in stealth rather than brute strength.

So you being small doesn't mean a thing to him.

Of course, he doesn't expect you to be able to do the things he and his men are able to do.

You have your own set of skills.

Just don't be over reliant.

Sure, he'll help you reach something.

But don't ask for help all the time.

Independence is important as well.

He finds it humorous that he can just scoop you up and take you anywhere.

He isn't super gentle either.

Right over the shoulder you go.

You can protest all you'd like, but that isn't going to stop him.

It's also his way of showing to others that you're his.

No one would dare mess with Tarhos and his men if they knew what was good for them.

The others like to give you crap too.

But it's just the way they all show how much they care about you.

NSFW

He has to be the top. No exceptions.

But, if you ask nicely and do a good enough job, he'll let you try to top.

But that's very rare.

He's usually on top.

He likes to grab your hair and pull you down to service him.

He'll use the leverage to force you to take him all in.

The struggle you overcome for him lights a fire in him.

And make sure to swallow, don't waste a drop.

As a reward, he'll dive in between your legs, easily keeping them both open with one hand

Since you're small, it doesn't take him long to get you unraveled.

He isn't going to take his sweet time pushing into you.

It's going to hurt a bit, but once he's set his pace, you'll be in heaven.

He prefers to cum inside of you. It's one of his ways of laying claim.

"You took me well. Very good."

After care isn't really a big thing with him.

But he won't be angry that you can't move. Not after what he just did.

He'll get you what you need, but there isn't much cuddling.

However, he will carry you to bed and join you later.

He may not be the most affectionate, but he does care.

#dbd imagines #dbd ask blog #dbd x reader #dbd killer #dbd ghostface #dbd knight #dbd pyramid head

[wishing-stones]

how would everybody (or just the boys if you feel like it) react if they managed to, just. like. somehow meet or interact with 8 year old Dream and Nightmare? like, back before the incident

Ouch.

Killer hardly believes what he's seeing. He's heard about Nightmare looking a lot like Dream before the curse happened, but seeing them together is a wildly different beast. He thinks it's cute how Nightmare tries to defend Dream by pushing his twin behind him, but... Killer is shockingly okay with kids sometimes, so he'd talk them both down. Chances are he wouldn't get out of that without a flower crown.

Dust kind of.... absorbs the situation and sits down to talk with the two of them. He's quiet and gentle. Nightmare is pretty quick to get closer because he can sense the latent negativity Dust has. He tries to play tiny therapist, and it doesn't really go his way... but Dust will indulge them and make daisy chains. He also might go threaten the villagers within an inch of their lives to leave the twins the fuck alone.

Axe is... let's face it, pretty scary. He'd come bearing treats, though, and once it's apparent that he just looks scary, they're both a lot more trusting of him. Dream's attempts at trying to fix the hole in his skull are cute, but Axe has to physically pick him up and set him down to keep him away from it. He teaches them about some simple edible plants and how to make stuff from them without the need for a proper kitchen.

Cross sees the opportunity and takes it. If he can't fix what went wrong in his AU... the least he can do is help someone else try to fix theirs. He appoints himself their guard, so they don't have to worry about anything because he will take care of it. He winds up with a lot of flower jewelry, and before too long, his hood trim is mostly flowers. He absolutely steers people away from the tree and sometimes follows Dream into town. Still... he can only delay the inevitable.

Baggs is very confused, but puts two and two together quite fast. He's very gentle with children, and treats their injuries and scrapes better than they can. He also is adamant about their communication, and facilitates them talking to each other about their problems and frustrations. Just because they're children doesn't mean they get a free pass from therapy. He is also delighted to turn people away from the tree, and... for some reason, they don't really come back unless they really need help.

Ink sticks around for a little bit, does some fun things with them, but he absolutely will not get involved in altering the timeline. He can't. No matter how much it sucks, he can't intervene in canon events. It's in the script, and he can't alter that. He'd make himself scarce before it happened, though. No need to have that resentment follow him.

Blue is the polar opposite and would do everything in his power to protect the mini version of one of his best friends and his twin brother. Blue with a reason to guard something that fiercely is a dangerous prospect, and he's not afraid to put the smackdown on someone for being a jackass to little Nightmare. However, like Cross.... he can only delay the inevitable, not prevent it.

#k answers #k headcanons #feat. r&r crew #feat. star sanses #feat. dream and nightmare

[kisskiss-slashslash]

Hello can I request a jason voorhees x reader oneshot were the reader is like mabel pines, a silly goofball ray of sunshine and they have a brother who is the complete opposite and he wants to try and spot the infamous crystal lake killer so he and the reader joins a school trip to the camp for a week and the brother is annyied at how social and silly the reader us and he just stays in his cabin looking up ways to catch jason and the reader goes out to a flower field to make flower crowns and sees him, not knowing that it's jason voorhees and sneaks behind him and places a flower crown on his head and over the week the see eachother in secret and on the last day the brother is frustrated and gives up on finding jason but then the reader shows up on jasons shoulders and is like "hey bro meet my new boyfriend, Jay"

Sounds like a lot of fun 😁

Jason with a Mabel and Dipper Pines-like duo

You always teased your brother for his obsession with serial killers and the supernatural, and you don’t intend on stopping soon.

Coming to Camp Crystal Lake had been his idea; right now, he was convinced that he could somehow catch the legendary Crystal Lake killer.

You didn’t really care either way; this was a summer camp, and that meant so many opportunities for fun!

“And remember, keep your eyes peeled”, your brother cautioned you as you stepped off the bus.

“Aw, don’t worry. I can take care of myself.” You poked him in the ribs and blew a raspberry, which caused him to roll his eyes.

“This is serious!”

You giggled. “Come on, we should have fun!”

“You always have fun”, he grumbled, baffled by your ability to make a game of pretty much everything. “We’re not kids anymore, you know?”

“Alright, Mr. Adult. So just because we turned 18 last month, we have to always be super serious?”

Annoyed, he pushes a hunting knife into your hand. “Whatever. Keep this on you incase you need to defend yourself. I’ll go to our cabin to prepare for the hunt.”

Another girl from your highschool class catches up to you and dryly tells you:”You two are both weirdos.”

“Thanks for noticing!”, you tell her with the brighest, most sincere smile.

While your brother is busy “making plans”, you decide to explore a little. The forest around Crystal Lake is vast and full of interesting plants and critters. At some point, you find a small clearing where some beautiful flowers grow, and decide to make flower crowns to give to the other campers. Who doesn’t like a flower crown?

Once one is done, you spot a tall man walking through the forest around the clearing, and you figure that he must be part of the camp as well. So you quickly sneak up behind him and throw a flowercrown up on his head. It lands a bit askew, but it stays, and he stops and turns around, wide-eyed, once he touched the fragile crown and confirmed that it was indeed just flowers.

“Hi! Nice to meet you! Are you working at the camp?”

He doesn’t answer, so you think to yourself “oh, he’s the strong, silent type”.

“What’s your name?”, you ask further. Again, no reply, and you are so lost in the one-sided conversation that you don’t notice how absolutely baffled the man is at your friendliness.

Your brother is so caught up in his planning for the next few days that he doesn’t even question why you seem to disappear every day. But finally, the last day of camp has come, and he camee up with precisely nothing. Until you come back with Jason, casually holding his hand.

“Meet my new boyfriend!”

Your brother looks at you in horror. “Whaaaat the- Get away from him, that’s the killer!”

For a second, the bright smile fades form your face. “Rude.” But it returns as soon as you turn back to Jason. “Don’t listen to him. My brother is a bit crazy about these kinds of stories.”

And as you walk out with Jason by your side, your brother desperately tries to stammer out another warning, too terrified to speak clearly.

#slasher x reader #jason voorhees x reader

[lepitorus]

what’s the back story for your Vanessa and glitchtrap? I love both of their designs a lot!!

THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!! honestly i don't think it's that far from canon haha. vanessa responds to a sketchy ad that's like "WANNA MAKE REAL MONEY DOING SOMETHING YOU LOVE?? Our safety-oriented team of developers is looking for DEDICATED GAMERS to QUALITY TEST an EXCITING NEW PRODUCT! Enjoy FREE PIZZA while you LEVEL UP your bank account!" and gets hired as a beta tester for help wanted.

glitchtrap's in the code looking for a way out, sees what i assume to be the fazbear equivalent of this, and he's like "yeah i think she's the one i should use for that". my vanessa's a creep (affectionate); she's one of those true crime girlies who make flower crown edits etc of killers they like. she's not familiar with william, but she's very excited by the whole "ghosts are real, and the ghost of a serial killer is talking to YOU because he thinks you're ~special~ and ~cool~ and ~different~ and he needs YOUR help!" thing, so it probably doesn't take a whole lot of convincing to get her to let William into her head. afterwards, she spends some time idolizing him and sort of just doing whatever he wants (she's a little squeamish about actually committing murder, but she'd be lying if she said she hadn't thought about it before. just morbid curiosity, y'know.)

however it doesn't take her long to realize that william's both an unpleasant person (rabbit? ghost?) and just. kind of uncool, honestly, and since he can't really DO anything to her, they're on more of an even footing after that. (they actually get along better when vanessa's not yes-manning him because he's forced to see her as her own person and not just an extension of himself!)

from william's standpoint, he starts out fully using vanessa. he's just saying whatever he thinks will get her to do his bidding, one way or another. but he grows fond of her over time (i'm not sure if he consciously realizes this, but she definitely reminds him of elizabeth) so in the end they sort of end up having a genuine ...friendship i guess??? in a fucked up kinda way

#long post #fnaf #lepverse #fnaf vanessa #fnaf vanny #vanny #vanny fnaf #glitchtrap #.txt #ask #thanks for the ask!

[ohbo-ohno]

Okay, so I’m not sure what AU exactly this would before because the Serial Killer Reader is definitely feels more Puppy in my eyes and not sure if the boys in the dlmliyh Au would vibe with this, but I have been thinking about them training the reader to be a kitten. Specifically where the reader is fighting against it and the boys have to get creative to get them to calm down and slip into the head space.

Now I’m sure your thoughts on drug use so ignore if your not comfortable 💕 , but them using weed to get them to slip. Them figuring it out on accident, soap smoking and making them take a pull and discovering how sensitive, cuddly and subby they get when they are high. Then maybe one day the reader is like hell no i’m not wearing a tail plug and ears. Them looking at eachother and one leaving the room to make a “special” cup of tea for the reader not telling them that it has flower in it. Chuckling to themselves as they notice it starting to have an effect, the readers brain getting fuzzy, relaxed and maybe going a bit nonverbal. All this making the little cozy cat bed the boys made for them look really welcoming. But then they feel a nice warm hand running through their hair and they are so sensitive it just feels so good. Whimpering and leaning into their touch becoming a little puddle nuzzling closer to their warmth. Relaxing deeper as their hands stroke your body, them mumbling praises “oh such a good kitten” “purr for us love”. Relaxed sighs turning into soft moans as they feel rough fingers rubbing their clit. A hand gently tilting their chin up making them look into Soaps eyes as he places the cute little ears on the readers head. So distracted by the look in his eyes and the feeling of him playing with their hair that they don’t really notice ghost shifting behind them, until he pops their tail in.

Might have gotten a bit carried away here but…

Also after this event they start referring to weed as catnip 😅

-🎃

p.s. thank you for that story rec 👀

i've recommended like three stories but i hope you mean the puppyplay sugar daddy one because it's so fucked up and i need more people to know it exists lol

i am. obsessed with this ask. im also totally gonna reveal how inexperienced with weed i am so we're just gonna pretend weed functions in the exact ways we need it to for kinky story's sake :)

johnny giving you a puff of his blunt and you take it because you're so eager to calm down, only for just that little bit to hit you like a train and make you the neediest calm little thing ever

also. oh my god. weed being used as "cat-nip" to force you into kittyplay. wowza!

yknow im usually not as into kittyplay as i am puppyplay (i like it a little meaner lol) but this ask is like a really fun brand of kittyplay. literally them drugging you (just a little!) so you behave for them? they're really just helping you, when you get all worked up you always end up needing a punishment :/ this is better, this just helps you behave

also ughhh you just being so soft and malleable, leaning into them for affection, looking up at them with big round eyes and begging for more. slow and easy sex, a nice little treat for you since you're behaving so well. taking your tail so well for them :( simon stroking from the crown of your head allll the way down to your tail, smiling at your little purrs

johnny would love it too obviously but he doesn't really get to play with you as much when you're high :/ he wants to play puppy-kitty when you're actually... y'know... willing to do more than be pampered. he wants to play wrestle, to yank your tail when you bite his hand, to make you lick his dick clean of your slick with little kitten licks

simon just reassures him that someday you won't need their help to be a kitten, they're just showing you how for now <3

#serial killer reader is totally a puppy because I Say So #ghoap x reader #bo writes #asks and answers #🎃 anon

[gardener-of-vengeance]

Inspired by Dethalbum IV - Gardener of Vengeance

Something quick for day 9 of Kloktober! Just Nathan enjoying the sights and sounds of gardening, in the least brutal way possible.

This was an effort from both mods Dragon, and Fish who drew a little piece for the prompt, enjoy!

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Being dragged outside, on a horribly beautiful day, was not on Nathan’s schedule. Gloves were handed out by a groundskeeper klokateer, and from their own gloved hands came a quick flash of an ‘I’m watching you’ look to every member of the band.

There’s no way they’re getting out of this without someone pissing in a bush at least once.

It had started easily enough, everyone had ooohhhed and ahhhhhed at bone meal, then out came blood meal, Nathan itched to reach for his notebook to scribble down putting bodies in the dirt, something something plants devouring them all, Pickles would know what he meant.

Instead of lyrics and melodies, he was given a barrel of sharp bushes, and a bunch of empty dirt in front of him with holes already dug. Groaning, he grabbed one of the bushes without looking and flung it across the grounds when it sunk barbs into his hand, hitting another random klokateer, making them absolutely beef it into a pile of manure.

“Whoops.” Acting casual, Nathan let his eyes drift over to the rest of his band. Toki was happily digging his small shovel into the dirt to put? Balls? In them, Skwisgaar is digging holes in the opposite direction, they’re going to hit each other at this rate and Nathan rolls his eyes. It’s Charles' responsibility this time, no way is Nathan stepping in, and Pickles is tapped out somewhere in the greenhouses. Murderface is, uh.

Nathan blinks, hard, making sure he was seeing this right.

Murderface was mashing up plants in a bucket, grabbing anything in sight and stuffing it in while he stirred another small plastic shovel in the bucket. Instinct has Nathan looking over to stare disbelieving at Pickles, and when he didn’t find his drummer he grumbled, glaring back at the wheel barrel of plants.

Looking back just in time to witness Toki and Skwisgaar collide, Nathan could only sigh, deep and regretful, finally kneeling into the hardest dirt he’s ever felt. Scowling, he hacked at the dirt a little, just flinging shit everywhere until he had a divot approved by the groundskeeper.

Toki and Skwisgaar were yelling now, there was a dull thunk and a yelp from Skwisgaar as Toki loudly exclaimed “Whoopsie! Must have been the winds.”

Ignoring the sounds of dramatic violence, Nathan sunk his hands into the soft dirt and roots of hands down one of the most brutal bushes he’s ever seen, flowers dark red and gnarly looking sprouted from the top, killer thorns covered each branch from the flowers down to nearly the roots, the gloves he wore barely kept them back-

Son of a bitch that’s the fourth time he’s been stabbed. “This fucking sucks, these plants are bullshit, why are we doing this again?” Stupid Thorny Crowns or whatever they were called. Pickles cackled, appearing out of nowhere, lounging in the shade of the greenhouse and smoking one of the loudest blunts Nathan has ever smelled. Definitely from their personal collection, the bastard probably had someone hand deliver it to him.

From across the grounds Charles spoke firmly over squabbling from their guitarists, they were rolling in the dirt and pulling hair now. “Because your Therapist said so Nathan, and uh, we’re keeping your best interests in mind.”

Snarling he scooped the plant this time, turning back to the dirt and grumbling. Has the therapy helped with the panic attacks, and nightmares, and constant anxiety? Sure, he has no goddamn clue what this was going to accomplish.

Pickles had slid closer while Nathan was grouching, flopped on the ground face first, rolled over and sighed, running his hands through the grass with his eyes closed.

Glaring over at his drummer he shoved another shrub into the ground, barely shoving dirt around the plant before moving over a little, grumbling when his knees cracked loudly. Pickles blearily looked over at Nathan, before his eyes slid away to the distracting sounds of Charles breaking up a fight, and scolding Murderface for whatever the hell he was doing.

Finally tucking in the last damn bush and carefully pushing soft dirt around the base after the Groundskeeper glared at him, Nathan stood, throwing the gloves wherever the fuck. he ambles his way over to Pickles. Flopping down next to him and staring into the sky, lyrics swimming in his brain about being brutally ripped apart by thorns.

From the sound of things Charles has given up breaking apart their guitarists, and instead is focusing on medical attention for Murderface. Whatever, it was their therapists idea anyways. He prefers hanging out without so much dirt thanks. He could feel the way dirt clung to his arms and his fresh nail polish was absolutely chipped, bullshit.

Feeling a nudge from Pickles, Nathan looked over long enough for him to exhale a cloud of smoke between them. Nathan could feel his scowl getting deeper, not because of the blast of smoke but because of Pickles nasty breath.

Giving him a shit-eating grin, Pickles offered the unlit end of the joint to Nathan. Never losing the scowl he plucked it from Pickle's hand and took his own deep breath, relishing the burn and letting the breath linger in his lungs. Pickles had already taken the joint back before Nathan could complain. How he was coherent enough to continue taking hits Nathan had no idea.

Looking up into the clouds of Mourdhouse, Nathan let all of the sounds fade in the background, even the throbbing in his hands took a backseat as he let himself get lost in brutal lyrics of someone being thrown into a plant made of knives.

#metalocalypse #writing #fan art #nathan explosion #I am not tagging the rest of the band fyi #kloktober 2023 #kloktober #kloktober2023 #the plant is a Crown of Thorns! #probably one of the only prompts we'll do! Perhaps more later #tw drug use #tw drugs

[etherealeddie]

Woodstock ‘99 - Part 1

Rockstar!Eddie Munson x Reader

Story Summary: A hopeless romantic hippie meets a roughed up metalhead at what is supposed to be beautiful, peaceful, music-filled weekend. But even amongst all of the chaos, there may be some peace. 

Part Summary: You chase love all the way to Woodstock ‘99, hoping to find what your parents did in 1969, but you find yourself stuck in hellish crowds and reaching for any hands to pull you out. 

CW: Use of weed, maybe some alcohol, rough crowd, but I think that’s everything. Let me know if I missed any!

Authors Note: This was originally going to just be a one shot but I got a bit too into it and decided maybe a short series was better!

Word Count: 1.2k

You grew up with two very interesting parents, to say the least. From a young age you were taught kindness, peace, and love, and learned quickly in school that most people were not raised with these same values. 

It’s like you came out of the womb with a flower crown on, singing Imagine by John Lennon. None of that was really surprising though, you’d been the love child of two hippies who met at Woodstock and lived in a van.

It wasn’t until you were a toddler that they decided settling down in a house was a more stable environment for a kid. They chose a small trailer, in a small town, in the big state of Arizona, and you loved it. You loved having a room and space, and you loved being able to spend time with your parents without motion sickness and seatbelts. 

By the time you were 10, you could recite your parents' love story word for word as your mom told it, and you told everyone. 

“My mom had just broken up with her boyfriend and hitched a ride to Woodstock in ‘69 just looking for new friends and community. My dad says he was friends with someone who was friends with Janis Joplin, but I think he was just there to sell weed!” You’d say, giggling to your 5th grade teacher. She would smile along, knowing she should have a talk with them about what is and isn’t appropriate for kids your age.

You’d been so obsessed with their meet-cute that you’d only dreamed of having your own. So when Woodstock ‘99 was announced, how could you not get a ticket? You weren't going to pass up the opportunity to experience the kind of love and community your parents always talked about, and maybe find some more like-minded friends. 

Sure, the bands this year weren't the kind of bands you’d really associate with Woodstock in your head, but they couldn’t be that different from ‘69. Maybe you’d be a part of a new kind of movement, something to better the world. That’s what you wanted most. 

So July 19th of 1999, you piled into your parents' old van-home with a few of your friends, ready to be enlightened and experience what your parents once had. The 35 hour drive was long and grueling but you and your friends didn’t seem the least bit distressed. It would be a long journey, switching drivers every few hours, talking about the excitement ahead, and what you all expected out of the weekend.

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Once in the venue, you realize it’s an old air force base. There are no flowers, little to no healthy grass, and a LOT of people. You try not to let that bother you too much, it’s just the venue. It doesn’t mean the people and experience are going to be any less fulfilling.

You and your friends quickly find a spot to pitch the small tents you brought and begin to walk around to get a feel for the weekend ahead.

Navigating between people, with your best friend Avery in toe, hunt for the bathrooms and vendor area so you would be able to find them quickly later.

“I can’t believe we're actually here. Like really here.” She says, smiling wider than you’ve ever seen her smile before.

“Me either, honestly. I know he’s not until the last day, but I am so excited for Willie Nelson, it’s going to be so good!” You reply, trying to politely push your way through the throngs of people ahead of you.

“Yeah, but Korn is tonight. That’s going to be absolutely killer.” Avery says, silently thanking you as you reach your hand back to hold hers so you don’t lose each other.

Avery didn’t grow up like you did. She was a lot more “city”. She was more into rock music and was most excited for Korn and Metallica, and although you shared the same values in humanity, you showed it a bit differently. 

She liked loud and proud activism. You liked peaceful yet impactful activism. But at the end of the day, as long as you were fighting for the same thing, did any of it really matter? As long as positive change was made, who cares if you hugged it out or screamed into the faces of oppressors. 

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You and your friends smoke a joint or two and sit on the outskirts of the large crowd for most of the concerts throughout the first day. Avery is hellbent on pushing herself as much to the front as she can for Korn, and she's taking you with her.

The set change is about 20 minutes, and the crowd separates a bit, making it easier to move forward, but it's still a pretty tight squeeze. Avery holds your hand so tight you think she may break your wrist. 

You manage to get pretty close to the front, maybe 10 or 15 people ahead of you by the time you see Jonathan Davis enter the stage. Avery freezes, wide eyes on him, she screams. 

You quickly put your hand in hers, knowing keeping track of your friend is your only goal for the entire set. You didn’t know much of Korn’s music anyway, just a few songs she’d played for you over the course of your friendship. 

The show goes on, and the crowd is getting rowdy. Mosh pits opening in every corner, people screaming and throwing things, and it’s not necessarily bad, you just aren’t ready for it. 

A small pit opens right next to you and you see Avery get excited, she smirks, and before you have a second to say anything, she runs into the pit. For the few minutes she’s moshing, you see her body multiple grown men and you breathe a sigh of relief. You know she can handle herself, but these people are far more aggressive than you had expected. 

As the set comes to a close, you can feel the energy and buzz of the audience. It’s much more abrasive and driven than you can handle, but there's no way to get out of this crowd easily, so you and Avery stay put, arms intertwined to keep together.

The next band is newer. They’ve been around for a few years but had just signed onto a label, and this is probably the biggest show they’ve ever played. You’ve heard of them from Avery before, she had seen them once before in a much smaller venue, maybe 50 people, and she said they were “pretty okay”. 

An announcer comes out onto the stage, grabbing a microphone and yelling.

“How incredible was THAT, you guys?” He yells, earning cheers and excitement from everyone around you.

“Hope you all saved some energy for this next group. They're new on the scene and ready to rock. Everybody, this is Corroded Coffin!” He yells again as the 4 members come out and you’re frozen as the lead singer hits centerstage. 

If he’s nervous, you can’t tell. You take in his appearance completely. From his ripped jeans and battle vest, to his long curly hair. 

Eddie Munson, although you don’t know his name yet, is the prettiest man you’ve ever seen.

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[holyghostbelle]

all those vile things

dannyjohnson!ghostface x reader blessed with quick wit and and a long list of medication your beginning to think being obsessed with a stalker couldn't be more healthier

09’

You lie back and smoke a cigarette, a bottle of jack in your hand spilling on the oversized band t-shirt you wore fished out from a thrift store from some tour you never got tickets for. Your eyes are glued to the tv, yet half interested in the House of a 1000 corpses movie rented out from blockbuster 2 months ago, There's ash on your notepad, not that you had taken any notes yourself, you take to sipping and gulping down any intoxicating beverage you can get your hands on these days, you're on the edge from the local killer.

(kind of, but not really you hope he stabs you with his knife and then licks it up, it's more of an excuse to get intoxicated and then pass out to an episode of dateline)

You rip open a pack of m&ms with your teeth and that guy from the office dies, his body is turned into a fish and you laugh maniacally as the dumb girls run into a room with another killer, and then Otis has corpse paint on and as much as his sideburns disgust you but you can't help feeling attracted to the guy, you feel sick at the thought of being oddly aroused but it's okay because its not real! and it's not like you fantasising about ted bundy or anything, but you did stalk the true crime tag on tumblr and find a bunch of fan edits with flower crowns.   You fall asleep on the sofa and then wake up at 3 in the morning. Moving to the comfort of your bed which is only 5 feet away from the small second hand cracked leather sofa, you toss and turn until you're stuck on your back, hands unable to grip the sheets as you watch black oozing from the ceiling, you imagine its sentient and can peer into your brain and witness how sick you truly are, and then you wake up and it's 8am, you go to college  in the clothes from last night, your laces are undone and you trip over them on the street while inhaling a cigarette and drinking a monster energy drink, it spills onto denim and leaves a small sticky wet patch.  

You fell asleep in your film studies class, seven different people had all chosen ‘twin peaks:fire walk with me’ to write an essay on. You laugh as they speak nonsensically about Laura Palmer and how the movie was more about discovering who she was than how she was murdered, it's all the same recycled garbage you said a year ago, back when your professor was that feminist guy. You picture Dale Cooper in a red room, you remember when the constant jokes from the simpsons, you think about Laura Palmer's cold blue body on the beach wrapped in plastic and then how david lynch left the show and it all became fucked up. Someone drones on about American psycho and how the murders were in his head. 

You leave class, smoke a cigarette outside in the parking lot and lean against your beat up car. Your cracked ipod nano plays Jeff Buckley and Elliott Smith simultaneously and then some 80s song you used to be so obsessed with and it reminds you of how your ex drove you home after you broke up with him, how his hand gripped yours and you didn't hold it back. You don't sob like usual. You don't think about how he was so angry he held your neck without squeezing, just to look you in the eyes and call you a bitch. 

You fidget with your dungarees and then drive to work. Leaning against the counter as you watch kids flick through comics and then flick though vinyls laughing at covers with girls with their huge tits out, and then looking at the r-rated movies with eyes and needles. Then leaving a mess and stepping out of the shop without buying anything. You steal a pack of gum from the display in front of you and change the cassette to the b side, you repeat this till it's 8pm and dark outside.

Then it's time to close up the shop, shutting the blinds, switching off all the lights, you close and lock the front door with the keys, and shove them deep into your pocket. It's a cold and icy night. You pull the vintage motorcycle jacket you stole from your ex around your shoulders and light a cigarette. Walking around the side of the shop deep into the alleyway to get your car from the employee car park behind all the shops, you stop in your tracks. Gravel kicking against the wall.

Theres a whine and a moan and you almost think someones fucking until you notice the trail of blood that leads exactly to the body in the corner, who ever it is put up a fight. There's a man clambering over him, a camera swinging to the side of his body as you watch him cut deep into his chest,his guts spill intestines falling out into the concrete like confetti, you hear it slap to the floor. You feel sick. 

The body looks at you  pleading and begging with its eyes and he moans, your eyes widen and the man with the camera looks directly at you, his masked face cocking to the side in curiosity, you shake and look over to your car which is and i say this lightly, funnily enough right next to the killer and his victim. Blood coating the exterior. Bloody streaks over the silver paint, you almost feel bad for yourself knowing how much it's gonna cost to clean the blood off your car. It's selfish really. Consider there a man choking on his own blood right in front of you.

You think about backing away and running…but you stand frozen and watch the man bleed out, his blood pouring out like an afterthought. White masked man snaps a photo, and then another he slashes at the victim's throat, the life drains quickly out of his eyes and you watch him take one last ragged breath as his eyes tell you to run as fast as you can. 

Then he turns his black eyes and gaping jaw keeping you in place, his leather gloved hand shushes at you as he approaches like a predator to his prey.

 You.

Your heart thumps against your chest. He pushes you to the brick wall, you whine at how harsh you hit it. He takes the cigarette out of your hand leather brushing against your coldfinger tips and presses it to your mouth. 

‘Go on, smoke it’ His voice is gravely and deep.

You puff on the cancerous stick, you picture him smiling under the mask. He stares at you through mesh eyes. Your hands are scratching at the brick wall behind you. 

How many minutes do you have left? Will he leave you to bleed, or watch?

Suddenly there's a knife against your throat. It's cold and unforgiving and you've forgotten how to breathe. It brushes to just under your chin and then it's tracing against your cheek, you whimper as it catches, a bead of blood rolling down, he catches it with his thumb and smears it on your lips, cigarette falling to the floor, smoke exhaling as your eyes tear up. Your eyebrows furrow, eyes closing ready to meet your demise, cunt throbbing, as you feel the air against your neck, you wait for it to plunge your hands tight around your coat.

“Are you going to kill me?” you whimper, the knife trails deeper, to your sternum and you feel hot breath on your neck, there's a sniff and the zipper of your jacket catches and it pulled down, you don't dare look waiting in anticipation, you feel you him unbuckle your dungarees the denim falling to your crutch and then your t-shirt lifts up there's a pause, cold against your skin, cold air and then the steel slices into you with ease, you feel yourself lean over and his hand pushes your head back into the wall until your upright. It tears through quickly soiling your clothes with red sticky blood.

 “If you're going to kill me, do it already” you whimper at him. His touch leaves you and you await for his hard hand to push the steel metal into you. It never comes.

Your eyes open slowly and he's gone, you stand for a minute and peek your eyes round the corner to stare at the body. Hand clutching at the wound he gave you, spanning four inches. Blood coating your hand.

You call the police obviously, you're questioned all night after you're all stitched up. you tell them about him approaching you, but not how he pressed his thumb to your lips and your cunt throbbed, you pretend it never happened. You pretend that you pushed him off and got scared, sparing you. 

They let you go at 12pm, an officer drives you back to your apartment, your crappy silver car is marked as a crime scene. You call up Adam and tell him you're not going to be in the next day due to the whole ‘stabbing incident’ he wishes you well.

You take two sleeping pills and drink the rest of the whiskey from the other night, you throw up at the thought of the body in front of you. The pills come up half dissolved with it. You fall asleep to a rerun of Criminal Minds and dream of Spencer Reid finding you tied up in the basement somewhere, 

He kisses you gently and combs back his horribly long parted greasy hair with his hand. He starts to recite a chapter of wuthering heights “'Kiss me again; and don’t let me see your eyes! I forgive what you have done to me. I love my murderer—but yours! How can I?”,  it turns to pure gibberish in your mind and you sigh at him as he takes your soft cheeks in his hands tenderly  lips tracing your neck in soft kisses and then he rips out your throat with his teeth, you bleed out all over the basement floor as he kisses your neck and revels with enjoyment in your blood. White pressed shirt soaked in maroon.

Your eyes open and you're stuck to your sofa, your tv flickers over and over, and the masked man appears within the metal box, the tv screen flickers in fuzzy blacks and whites. He's covered in blood and it's blackened with age.cavernous eyes and unhinged jaw. He taps against the screen and waves the knife in his hand. You pant against your leather sofa bare arms suck to the couch with sweat, itchy hot. His hand reaches outwards to pull himself out and then he's on top of you, his knife slicing through the flesh on your bare legs and chest as you're forced to endure it in your frozen state. You close your eyes as his arms lift to plunge the knife in deep, when they open the street lights flicker off through the window. mesh curtains drifting in the wind. 

You awake again a blanket thrown over your body haphazardly, your phone tells you it's 6 in the morning. You smoke a cigarette on your fire exit and watch the sunrise, you remember to not take sleeping pills with alcohol.

You look in the mirror and pick at the scab on your cheek, it drools with blood and you push it into your lips again, imagining it's his hand, you don't scold yourself this time, you tell yourself you'll never see him again. Then you lift your shirt and stare at the gash he left you, blood still smeared around the edges of the huge plaster they gave you at the hospital. You brush your teeth and spit out blood and teeth. When you blink all you see is the foamy toothpaste down the sink, you think you're going mad, its stress you tell yourself it's nothing to worry about. You open your wardrobe and black slime oozes out of it.

Your mom phones you at 8 before class, you tell her you're fine (your not)that you've been going to therapy(you haven't) that you've stopped drinking(likely chance)that that article she read on her phone was correct and you did see that killer that's been going round but your safe you promise( this is true, but your not safe, not even from yourself)

You head to college again and ignore the rumours going around about how you got stabbed by the killer, people ask about the scratch on your face and you tell them it was your cat that you don't own.

You go back home and cry at a video of a rat dancing in the rain, you scratch at the cut on your face until it bleeds again with your hand in between your thighs, stomach aching as you crumble into a shit position,you think about that night until you come over and over in your bed, sheets sticking to your body with sweat. You take a shower and close your eyes under the burning hot water, you catch your knee while using a cheap men’s razor shaving and watch the blood run into the water like psycho, you watch a western movie on tv, James dean rides a horse with a cigarette hanging out his mouth as he smirks in black and white. 

You don't take a sleeping pill that night and stare into the popcorn ceiling until you witness cosmic horror beyond your own belief, you face stares back at you and then its eyes are torn from its head, you watch a body be exsanguinated and then flayed and sewn back together again and blood is pumped back into your body, you see that boys body as a car drives past, the way the blood trailed down his neck like a red scarf.

You fall asleep to sirens and screams.

It is Florida after all

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