#“you collect teeth? seriously? that's freaky/creepy”

[bitchdafuqyousay]

everyone wants a freaky goth bitch until the goth bitch in question is genuinely n truly freaky like. you wanted this, this is exactly what you asked for, what's the sudden problem???

[grey-eyed-menace]

Returning

"Kaitou?" Ikuo called, voice a little hoarse.

Silence, utter silence, that was... unusual, typically, his guardian would have come running ready to vault into his arms the moment he made it known he and Satsuki had made it back from practice, (not that Satsuki would be coming into the bouse anytime soon, to busy needling her boyfriend), unharmed and ready with a few new pieces to practice.

Yet, nothing. No grand exclamations, no tears of joy, or demands for Ikuo bust out the viola and show his family, as small as it was, what he had learned in the two hours he had been gone, (which, mostly, was just a hand over of his next recidal piece, and a new hate for trombone players, seriously, fuck Ryuzaki).

Tomoyo was home, that much was obvious from the shoes lined up at the door, but that also meant Kaitou should be as well, considering both his dress shoes and sneakers were thrown haphazardly in a corner as they always were.

And yet, no Kaitou.

Ikuo poked his head around the corner, eyes narrowed, surveying the interior of the living ropm, "Kaitou? Are you dead?"

All he's met with is Yuuki's favorite tea set, sitting idly, untouched, steam still rising from the filled cups.

[A gift, he had been told, from Kanae and Hitomi, hand-made, mismatched, and with two of the tea-plates floppy and bendable from the resin not setting right.

He had made a half-hearred comment about getting rid of those two plates once, Yuuki had threatened to emasculate him shortly after.

Akio had kept sipping his tea without do much as a second look, saying he would help hide the body.

If there was any doubt about the Kurama twins and their relation to Kanae and Hitomi, Ikuo would hold up a neon sign up to specifically highlight that moment, and ask, rather politely, or, well, as politely as he could, and ask if the person was fucking blind.]

Carefully, because this was the sort of shit that happened in the beginning of a horror movie, Ikuo made his way into the living room, eyes trained on the coffee table, where the tea set rested.

It looked perfectly innocent, set in a pretty little wooden tray Akio had made during one of his many, many, many 'idle' hobby projects. Still hot and ready to be drank, it was sorta strange.

Yuuki was very particular about her tea time, you didn't interrupt it without threat of death by decapitation.

And... this was all kinds of wrong, and freaky, and just downright strange.

And then the portal opened up on the ceiling.

It was right about that time Ikuo began wondering if his life was just some kind of fucked up joke for the Gods, because, you know, normally, when kids got orphaned they weren't immediately adopted by batshit insane ex-Watcher's who thought the appropriate reaction to comforting crying children was to offer up combat lessons for fighting against the Supernatural.

Or you know, thrusting them on the creepy as all fuck Necromancer you apparently had on speed-dial, and hoping against all hope they didn't end up just as fucked up as them in the long run.

[Ikuo loved Tomoyo, he did, truly, but he would be the first to admit his little brother had some seriously fucked up shit going on with him due to Eloisè Katherine and their bullshittery.]

Anyway, back to the matter at hand.

Their was a portal to God knows where in the ceiling of his living room, and, considering that he was the only one present, he was the one who had to deal with it.

Lovely.

And all he had on hand for a weapon was his viola, (which, fuck that, he liked the damn instrument, besides, it was fucking expensive to replace), and a few throw-pillows, and a tea set.

Decision made, he carefully avoided his adopted sisters tea set, and grabbed the largest pillow from the collection atop the couch, dropped his instrument case to the ground, and tried his best to look intimidating.

Seconds later, the hole dumped a pair of brunette haired lumps of human flesh over the back of the loveseat, and it was, also, at that moment, that fucking White Haired Anime Jesus descended down gracefully onto the coffee table, and the eldritch hole to Nyarlathotep's fucking sun room closed with a splutter.

White Haired Anime Jesus smiled at him, tilted his head, and took a calculated step backwards, dropping to the floor with a soft thump.

One of the two brunettes on the other side of the love-seat let out a quiet string of curses as they tried to disentangle themselves from their companion, who proceeded to groan in discomfort and make a quiet insult in a language Ikuo did not care to place.

"I bet you have many questions." Was the first thing out of White Haired Anime Jesus's mouth, lips quirked up in a smirk.

Ikuo did not, actually.

He just wanted this shit to be over with, so, without turning his back to the stranger, he quietly stumbled his over to the love-seat, throw-pillow brought up against his chest in a mockery of a shield, and, very carefully, peaked over the back to see both Akio and Yuuki still untangling themselves from one another.

And dressed like they were ready to see the Emperor himself, silently, he reasoned to question that later.

Right now, though?

"What the fuck did you two do." He hissed at them, eyes narrowed in annoyance as he met Akio's confused stare.

"Oh," White Haired Anime Jesus commented from where he had decided to sit down on the couch, ankles crossed, hands folded, and looking for all the world that he belonged there, "were you not informed of their transfer to the Royal Academy Of Diavolo?"

No, he was not, because a little over ten hours ago, Yuuki and Akio had been, for better or worse, been arguing over whether or not they wanted to apply to Murkowski Institute or Kiseki-Haruno Academy.

"I was not." Ikuo did not break eye contact with his adopted brother, instead he sneered as he spoke.

Akio had the decency to look sheepish, Yuuki, rather pointedly, mept herself focused on rising to her feet despite the obvious nausea she was experiencing.

"Ah, well, I guess you know now," White Haired Anime Jesus Mused, "it was quite the eventful seventeen months, if I do say so myself."

"I've been gone three hours," it was taking everything in Ikuo not to start screaming, and, oh, was it tempting to just give in and strangle one of the twins, "what the fuck did you two do!?"

"Seduced the seven princes of hell, of course." White Haired Anime Jesus supplied readily, smile more than apparent in his point.

Ikuo's face went slack at that, and proceeded to slowly turn towards the stranger sitting on the couch, "What?"

"Kurama Akio and Kurama Yuuki, descendants of the Fallen Angel Lilith, did the unthinkable," his smile somehow grew, showing far to many teeth for Ikuo's comfort, "they seduced the Avatars of the Seven Deadly sins, the Crown Prince of Hell, his loyal advisor and butler, an emissary from Heaven, two of the Ars Goetia, and, of course," he made an odd gesture, as though showcasing himself, "the ancient King and Sorcerer Solomon, oh, and they have the cutest little angel as a surrogate brother."

Ikuo proceeded to drop the pillow in his hands onto the twins, which made Yuuki splutter, turn around, and off the love-seat, to grab the case that held his viola, shouldered it, and made his way back to the entrance to the house.

"I did say it was an eventful seventeen months!" White Haired Anime Jesus, Solomon apparently, called out after him.

"Ikuo-onii-san! Where are you going!?" Yuuki squeaked, just as Ikuo heard Akio vault across the love-seat to likely strangle Whi- Solomon with his bare hands.

"Anywhere but here!" He called over his shoulder.

"I refuse to deal with this bullshit for the foreseeable future, until I've rightfully processed it, I'm going to crash at Yanagi's," he gave a half-hearted wave to no one in particular, "don't call me unless you're dying painfully."

He didn't bother to lock the door as he left.

[lovemesomesurveys]

Do you have anyone you fully trust? Yes. I just don’t confide a lot to anyone for some reason. It’s not because I don’t trust them, I just... I have a hard time expressing myself and opening up. I know, shocking right? I ramble on and overshare on these surveys, but it’s not easy for me to do in person. I don’t like talking about myself (again, despite how it seems in these surveys) and having the attention on me. I don’t like burdening people with my problems. I also always feel like my problems are so insignificant and stupid that I feel no one wants to hear about. Which I know I could go to my mom with anything and tell her anything and she’d listen to me, but I still feel that way. I like that in these surveys I can just vent into the void.  What kind of pants did you wear today? Leggings, duh. How old is your television? I don’t know how old the TV itself is, but I think I’ve had it for almost 4 years. Do you have a laptop or desktop? Laptop. When did you last talk on the phone with someone? Yesterday when my mom called me on her lunch break. 

Are you currently sleepy? Of course I am. Have you ever deleted Facebook friends for a significant other? No. Have you ever had bad trust issues with someone? Yes. What accent do you think is the most attractive? Some southern and some British accents. Do you own any television series box sets? Yes. I have I Love Lucy and The Dick Van Dyke Show. Have you ever been in a fight with your best friend? Yeah. When did you last receive a hug and who was it from? Yesterday from my mom. Do you take any advanced classes? I’m not taking any classes, I’m done with school. What is your lucky number? I don’t have a “lucky” number, but my favorite number is 8. Was the last movie you watched a horror film? No, the last movie I watched was Freaky Friday yesterday. I watched 2 really good and creepy shows yesterday, though: AHS 1984 and Two Sentence Horror Story. Do you own a lot of tee shirts? Yes. I love graphic Ts and I’ve got myself a pretty good collection going.  Do you plan your outfits ahead of time? Only certain times like now cause I have a few Halloween shirts and sweatshirts, so I got those out.  Have you ever spent the night in jail? No Would you say you’re a bad influence on others? Definitely don’t look to me as an example right now. Describe your favorite jacket? I love all my hoodies, sweatshirts, and peacoats. List one word to describe your significant other? Non-existent.  Do you handle pain well? It’s something I’ve dealt with all my life. I used to be able to handle that and other health stuff better, but that’s changed these past few years. I’ve gotten so weak. :/ Have you ever been so nervous you threw up? No, but I’ve definitely felt sick. Where is your favorite place to go when you’re depressed? I spend most of my time in bed.  Do you remember the first survey you took? No, that was like back in 2005, I think. I’m sure it was your basic survey, though i.e name, age, location, birthday, etc. I wish I could access my Myspace survey posts and my Xanga account (RIP Xanga). Oh man, the memories.  How many friends do you have on Facebook? 100 and something.  Have you ever watched fight videos for amusement? No. I don’t find that stuff amusing at all. In high school, were you in trouble a lot? No, I never got in trouble in school. Do you enjoy your hairstyle? No. I badly need to get it dyed, trimmed, and styled. Do you have long hair or short hair? Long. How much make up do you wear on a daily basis? I haven’t worn makeup in quite awhile. I don’t think I’ve worn any this year... What is your favorite television show? I have several. Do you have a leather jacket? I have 2 pleather ones. Do you think anyone dislikes you for no reason? I’m sure if anyone dislikes me they have good reason. Do you have any children? Noooo. Have you ever been interviewed on television before? Yes. Do you have weak upper body strength? Now I do. :/ I use to have really great upper body strength. I’m a paraplegic, so it’s all upper body for me and I used to be active when I was going to school and had a social life. These past few years due to health stuff, I’ve become quite inactive and spend majority of my time in bed. I lost the muscle mass I used to have. 

What is the worst insult someone can call you? I don’t know, man. I put myself down enough. Do you write on your hands a lot? No. I used to sometimes when I was in high school. Are you good at sketching? Nope. I suck at drawing.  Do you think hugs are awkward? They definitely can be, yeah. Depends who I’m hugging. Do you think facial hair is gross? I wouldn’t say it’s gross, but I personally don’t like a lot of facial hair. I like some scruff on a guy, but that’s it. Would you ever dye your hair an unnatural color? I’ve dyed it red for the past few years.  What color was the last cup you drank from? It’s a clear glass with Disney characters and facts on it. Ever play Angry Birds? Nah, I never got into that. I remember when it seemed like everyone was playing that. That, and Farmland. Omg the game invites on Facebook used to get on my nerves until Facebook finally made the option to block those.  Have you ever been to the zoo before? Yeah, several times. What instruments do you know how to play? I used to play some piano. I regret not taking it more seriously. I wish I had kept up with it. :/ The last time I played was over 10 years ago. How late did you stay up last night? I went to bed around like 230. How late do you plan on staying up tonight? It’s almost 230 now and I probably should try to sleep after this. Whose wall did you post on last? It was a birthday post for someone. Have you ever done hard drugs before? The only drug I’ve done is weed.  Has anyone ever been weirdly obsessed with you? It kind of felt that way with my first boyfriend. Do you own a Snuggie? I do. What is your favorite band of all time? One of them will always be Linkin Park. Would you consider getting a tattoo any time soon? I’ve wanted one for several years, but I’m a big scardy cat. I can’t see myself actually getting one. Are you afraid someone might steal your identity someday? No. Are there any paintings on your wall? Speaking of which, what color are your walls painted? Yes, there’s a few. My walls are white. Do you have any talents that come naturally? I don’t feel like I have any talents. What is your favorite piece of jewelry? I have a few favorites. Is there a place you’d rather live right now? Yes. My family and I want to move. We’ve wanted to for a long time, but we just haven’t been able to yet, unfortunately.  What movie did you last watch with someone? The live-action Aladdin with my mom and aunt a few weeks ago. Do you go out often? No.  Are you afraid of airplane rides? Yes, but I’ve been wanting to travel via plane for awhile now. I’ve had this weird urge. I think probably because I’ve gone with my mom to drop off and pick up a family friend several times at the airport and just recently my dad did. It’s been 13 years since the last time I’ve flown and I’m like, okay it’s my turn to go somewhere now. How many times a day do you brush your teeth? Once. Do you consider yourself a sensitive person? I know I am.  Is there anyone who is overly nice to you? Uhh I don’t know about overly nice. What do you think is the best smell in the world? I have a lot of favorite scents that I love. If you’re reading a book, what page are you currently on? I’m not.  Do you think people are intimidated by you? Uh, no. Do you have a job you like? I don’t have a job. Have you ever lived with a roommate before? No. What song is your favorite right now? I have numerous favorite songs, but I don’t have a current particular favorite. Have you ever had a surprise at your doorstep? Well, like packages. Obviously I know what it is since I ordered it, but it’s still always exciting to get them. Ooh, but during Christmastime my family and I are all ordering stuff and the stuff they order for me is a surprise.  Do you like candles? * Ehhhh. I like them more in theory <<< Lol, same. I love many candle scents and Bath & Body Works has a lot I like that smell good and look cute, but I don’t actually light any candles. I have like 4 in my room that I never light lol. Would you prefer internet or television? The internet if I could only have one since I could watch my shows online as well. What is something you lose often? My patience and temper. Well, I don’t get angry very often, but I get frustrated and irritated all the time. :/ Do you enter a lot of sweepstakes? No. It’s been a long time since I’ve entered anything. What is your favorite possession in your room? Everything. I have it because I want and love it. What will you be doing in the next ten minutes? I should try and sleep. How old is your oldest sibling? He’ll be 36 next month. Do you consider yourself physically active? Nope. I’ve explained this already. How many scarves do you own, if any at all? Zero. It doesn’t get cold enough to where I’d need a scarf. Plus, I don’t like things around my neck. As it is I’m always pulling down my shirt cause they ride up. Do you have any cuts or scratches as of now? Yes. Where did you last sleep? My bed. Do you have Netflix? Yeah. Are you colorblind? Nope. Do you know anyone personally who is colorblind? Not anymore, but like I said in a previous survey recently I had a science teacher in high school that was. Do you enjoy dancing? My “dancing” is just me bobbing my head along to the music and maybe moving my arms/hands a bit. Have you ever considered writing a novel? Yeah, actually. I used to like writing short stories when I was younger, and I thought about writing novels.

[the-girl-without-a-face]

Jumpscare

Prompt: Bucky plays scary videogames.

Grell_Belle_1945 (on AO3) requested:  Hello, i just wanna say i love this collection of drabbles! Do you think maybe you can do something for halloween like the reader is talking to sam about jumpscare videogames and bucky thinks he can handle it, he wants to look tough for the reader, and they play PT and he ends up screaming like a realy high pitched scream, and gets super embarassed.

Warnings: mentios of a jumpscare videogame + descriptions, nothing too disgusting.

Words: 1035.

A/N: welcome to the tag list, @pansexual-and-a-geek and @httpmcrvel Requests are open.

MASTERLIST | on AO3

“No, seriously, Outlast,” you said.

“Yes!” Sam squealed. “I love the guy on the wheelchair that just jumps at you no matter what. How about Five Nights at Freddy’s Franchise?”

You laughed, “I always thought I was the only one to think the animatronics at Chuck E. Cheese’s were bizarre until I found the game. So glad someone can relate.”

“The game exists for a reason, you know. Those things are creepy.”

You thought for a moment before asking, “Amnesia?”

Sam shuddered. “Just like Outlast, I hate the fact that I can’t fight those things. Hiding is not enough.”

“Still feels like they’ll find you, right?” you said, with a blank gaze, seemingly lost in memories of previous games.

“Once I was late to enter the locker after fixing the generator and the big guy saw me. There was nothing I could do except scream my lungs out,” Sam sighed and you cackled.

“Best part of the game is the one guy that throws you out the window,” you mused.

Sam laughed, “I love that guy! That’s the point you understand the game is not normal.”

“Neither are we if we continue playing.”

Bucky sat on the couch beside you, observing the conversation go on but didn’t understand a word. He knew Sam had stormed into the lounge room grumbling about the damn green spooky ghost that had appeared out of nowhere. [Y/n] had nodded sympathetically at him while asking, “Spooky’s House of Jump Scares?”

That was when Bucky stopped making sense out of the conversation.

“Buck? You alright?” you asked, eyeing your boyfriend with a concerned look.

“Can you explain what the hell you’re talking about?”

Sam barked out a laugh and you chuckled, only now figuring how weird the dialogue had sounded like for someone who didn’t know about videogames.

“We’re discussing videogames, honey,” you explained gently to Bucky, cradling his hand between yours. “Jumpscares, more precisely.”

“And what’s that?”

“It’s-“

“WAIT!”

You and Bucky looked at Sam, who had a wicked grin on his face.

“Let’s show him.”

And that’s how you ended up standing behind your boyfriend, arms crossed over your chest while Bucky sat on the leather chair in front of the table with a computer in front of him while Sam opened the game. It took a few seconds to open and display the menu. PT, because Sam thought it would be fun to watch Bucky play one of the scariest videogames ever made.

“You’re more nervous than him. Chill, [Y/n], your man will be okay,” Sam chuckled, that freaky grin still on his lips.

“You know what that game is like, Sam,” you chastised him, words gritted through your teeth. “You had to choose this one? Really?”

“It’ll be okay, he’s a tough man. Right, Bucky?” Sam clapped a hand on Bucky’s shoulder.

“I can handle it, [Y/n],” Bucky smiled at you.

He was Bucky Barnes, the Winter Soldier, James Buchanan Barnes. If there was one person in this entire world who could beat the game without trembling, it was your boyfriend.

So you smiled at him. Sam backed away a couple of steps to stand on your side to watch.

And Bucky pressed ‘play’.

The game began with the image of that humongous insect, which always made you shudder. What the hell even was that thing? Then the door opened and Bucky didn’t even gasp. Okay, he can do this. And so can you, because you’ve already done it, you’ve already beaten the game. You can do it again. Right?

You watch the screen as Bucky moves the character to search around the house, stopping to look at pictures and to check the front door. As soon as he turns to follow down the corridor though, there’s a bang on one door. He goes straight past it to search some more.

Minutes go by and nothing happens, except some flickers in light and strange noises, some moaning or a hushed whisper. Nothing too scary, nothing to really traumatize a human being.

Then the door that had been banged previously opens to reveal a black nothing only illuminated by a small lantern. More cockroaches, great.

All your instincts are begging you to tell Bucky to turn around and run, but you know it’s only a game and your brave boyfriend can handle it.

Bucky seemed fine, just fine. You on the other hand… You held your body so tight that when the phone rang, you jumped and almost knocked Sam down.

“[Y/n], doll, calm down,” Bucky smiles softly, glancing at you briefly before focusing once again on the game.

Bucky walked around the same corridor in an endless loop, noticing slight differences each time. He solves the puzzles that he encounters and more and more lights disappeared.

And then the screen focused on a human figure dressed in white only illuminated by the dim light – which formed a scary silhouette – before the corridor went black completely and Bucky…

Let out a super high pitched scream. His body jerked in fear and his legs kicked the ground and sent his chair back. Nor you or Sam had any chance to catch him so Bucky went back-first – chair-first? – on the floor.

Sam’s legs buckled and he crumpled to the floor, laughing so hard not a noise came out from his body.

You quickly kneeled down next to Bucky, who jumped up from the floor. His eyes were huge and he was breathing fast and shallowly.

“What the fuck was that?!”

“The game?”

“Why would someone want to play this?”

You shrugged, standing up, “To beat it?”

“But-but…”

He then looked down at the floor and you saw his red ears.

“Buck,” you softly called his name, “You know your reaction is exactly what the producers want from people who play it, right? There’s no reason to be embarrassed.”

He all but wrapped you up on his strong arms, needing the care and love only you could provide. You kissed his cheek and ran your hands on his hair and upper back.

“Well, at least it’s over, right?” Bucky Barnes Sam Wilson

“Over? It’s far from over,” Sam exclaimed, scrambling to get up.

“This, my friend,” he points at the computer, “Was only the demo.”

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