#🪦 spooktober graveyard

[seneon]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐘 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐇 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃

deeper into the cemetery, the gate seemed smaller from where one stood. as they walk decided to walk further, then shall they come across a bright and colourful grave with the engraving of two shapes. what kind of tombstone has cream puffs on them?

MASH X FEMALE! READER 🎬 pov: you are a cruel friend. A/N — the fourth piece. in this piece, you are the villain so you're evil. so bad bro. love mash 🤞

not only you— but the entire world thinks that mash is way too stoic, nonchalant, or emotionless. everyone around him always speaks about how unfazed mash always seems, and how easy he kept his life from the world, living with his father in solitude.

you have always wondered what the boy would be if he could just light up some life in him. like a smile, or fun. something other than heavy body training or cream puffs. anything would be interesting if it's mash burnedead.

so you thought of a genius idea on how to make him interesting in your very own way. to shape mash into your imaginary interesting person. since you are mash's lifelong friend, it did not take much to convince him.

mash burnedead, a clown, who entertains children, or anyone at all by the village streets. forced to ridiculously act like a joyful and foolish jester just for your experiment. would his mind survive such torture on a daily basis?

day by day, as mash listens to you every single time to be a clown— the persona sink into his mind and etched a hole in his identity. not long after your genius idea came to a halt when mash does not know to be himself again. all he did was fooled around like a clown.

the stoic and nonchalant boy had turned into a joking maniac. all was left behind was a trace of his love for cream puffs that you had baked often to pay him for his hardwork. that was the only shadow he had in his new persona.

just what have you turned mash burnedead into?

responsible for the psychological experiment, guilt consumed your entirety at whatever you have made your friend into. you had no idea that the personality of a clown was going to engrave itself a spot in his mind and completely changed him, causing him to lose the identity of mash burnedead.

he isn't mash burnedead now. he is mash the clown. existing to create jokes and brighten up people's days if they were having a dark one.

with a gun in your hand, you aimed it at mash the clown. as the boy stared at you and tilted his head in confusion, or curiosity at the weapon being aimed at him.

"mash burnedead, come back to me."

you said, pulling the trigger as a loud bang echoed throughout the forest where you and mash resided in. a dead smile surfaced across your cheeks, eyes seemingly growing more and more empty, yet so much horror were glossed over.

but a clown knows more than to take a bullet.

"no y/n. you come back to me."

mash furrows his eyebrow. the bullet that you shot hit the wooden walls behind him.

"you've turned into a madwoman. come back, y/n. please."

what is mash saying? he's telling you that the real clown is you and not him? has his mind really twisted up until that point where he accuses you for such an absurd claim?

really now, just who is the shadow and who is the clown here?

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© SENEON OCT 13th 2023 | 4th PIECE OF S. GRAVEYARD.

[ghoulsister1]

🎃Spooktober 31 Days Prompt List🎃

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Day 1: Decorations🕸

Day 2: Pumpkins🎃

Day 3: Apple Picking🍎

Day 4: Pumpkin Spice Latte🧋

Day 5: Spider🕷

Day 6: Moonlight🌕

Day 7: Bat🦇

Day 8: Leaves🍂

Day 9: Haunted🏚

Day 10: Forest🏕

Day 11: Nightmare👹

Day 12: Black Cat🐈‍⬛

Day 13: Slasher Movie🎬

Day 14: Familiars🦉

Day 15: Moth🦋

Day 16: Potions🧪

Day 17: Garden⚘️

Day 18: Raven🐦‍⬛

Day 19: Cauldron🫕

Day 20: Candle🕯

Day 21: Tarot🎴

Day 22: Crystals🔮

Day 23: Vampires🩸

Day 24: Ghost👻

Day 25: Cryptid👽

Day 26: Skeleton💀

Day 27: Horns😈

Day 28: Werewolf🐺

Day 29: Candy Apples🍭

Day 30: Graveyard 🪦

Day 31: Halloween🎃🍬👻

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[seneon]

𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍'𝐒 𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐈𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄

a grave has never looked so messy before. has an itchy hand dug it up? anyway, when one walks past the uneasy grave, they will come across a large tomb, far larger than the other. what could lie in such a grave? only a large creature seeking for love.

LANCE X FEMALE! READER 🎬 tw: shit father, gore + needles. A/N — the third piece. this is not for the weak stomachs btw. and lance is a beautiful frankenstein don't worry LOL

creating a creature from the pieces of different human parts and piecing them back together is not what a particular man had in mind. his intention was to create something to discover the secrets of life and death. or something.

but on accident with some missteps, he created a monster. a tall, large monster with the features supposedly of a monster, but out came a beautiful giant. with the longing feeling of affection.

since . . .

his creator did not like him one bit.

lance, a creation of a monster that existed for such a ridiculous reason with no other purposes in life. a beautiful giant, made to be a rat of the lab. a creation left in the dark, abandoned very soon by his very own creator.

what was so wrong about lance? what went wrong? isn't he beautiful? isn't that what his creator pictured in his theory-obsessed mind?

the creature lived in solitude for months. his organs does not work. he could survive an eternity without food or water, perhaps he could even survive in extreme changes of weather. either way, he would be a beauty in those weather.

lance looked at himself in the mirror left behind by his creator. it wouldn't even fit his entire body. he was simply too large to fit in the frame. all he could see was an angelic face with a poorly stitched body. he could see weird substances oozing out from those stitches, and they weren't even blood.

at least, to lance. not until a man arrived at the abandoned facility along with his beautiful daughter. they seek to help or 'complete' the experiment that the creator of lance had left behind. as told by mr. l/n, he introduced himself as the partner of his creator. maybe mr. l/n could give lance a new purpose in life.

"i am going to sew you properly," you said, preparing your tools to sew the loose stitches on lance, the beautiful monster. "ready?"

the monster nodded, watching as you carefully poke the needle into his unfeeling skin and started tightening the stitching, replacing some with new stitches so he would look way better. lance's eyes never left you, your focus, and he took notice of how your hair falls to the front as you work on his hands.

without noticing, his hands made its way to brush your hair behind your ears, causing you to look up. was it fear that he saw in your eyes? no. it isn't. your fingers weren't shaking at all. it couldn't be. it was sorrow and hatred all alone, no found fear.

lance fell in love with a human girl who first stitched his arms the moment he knew of her.

your father saw that it was so, then came a genius idea that sparked his mind and motivation. in continuing a project that his old friend had left alone. the man let the monster understand what it was like to be human. he treated lance like a human boy, teaching him life and emotions. and feelings. he sparked an attraction in lance's heart, all of it feeling towards you.

"i want y/n to be my companion."

lance said.

that was all it needed for your father's final tool to be put to use after months of shaping the creature into a perfect human monster. all he needed was for lance to utter those few words and he will be putting you to use.

tool.

tool.

tool.

all this time, that was all you were to your father. a mere tool to be used for the completion of a monster and a new era. you were simply just a draft that was almost forgotten.

your last memories were of your father hitting you over and over again, strapping you to an examination bed before injecting you with a drug. a drug that would be the last pain you will ever feel in your entire life.

when y/n opened her eyes, lance felt his face lit up at the sight of his new companion. a beauty, same as him, a creature. so beautiful, that he wouldn't dare touch her just in case she crumbles from his harsh hands.

there the forgotten soul of y/n lies in a renewed body of female monster, created to be the companion of lance the beautiful monster. with mind and heart belonging to a real girl. she is to sew every loose stitches in lance's limbs and to tend to his needs.

y/n is to be a frankenstein creation's lover.

© SENEON OCT 12th 2023 | 3rd PIECE OF S. GRAVEYARD.

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[seneon]

𝐑𝐀𝐘𝐍𝐄 𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒' 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐇 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒

would anyone believe that a soul with devilish eyes would be buried? moreover, that soul has devilish ancestors. everything is devilish about him. but one thing is for sure, he had the gaze of the darkest secrets, eating everything away.

RAYNE X FEMALE! READER 🎬 tw: gore and eye gouging A/N — the eight piece. hey guys if you didn't know i absolutely love rayne ames

there was once a girl who struck a deal with the devil, an ames devil. that the devil would help her get her revenge and she would pay him with her soul. little did she knew, that same devil had taken a liking to her and eventually bailed on the deal, claiming her as his.

could rayne ames be any more different than his ancestor who impregnated a human girl? rayne is human, with the eyes of his devil ancestor. that is one thing that stood rayne out a lot to the world. he became afraid of his eyes and hide them behind soft golden honey contacts.

what would rayne ames do when a girl takes an interest in his eyes?

an interest as in, obsessive interest. the kind that would sweetened her words and coat them with honey just to shower rayne's eyes with lovely compliments.

that is who y/n is. a student who studies so much anatomy that everything about body parts of anything interesting about a body part is a catch for her. as for rayne, his catch is his eyes. his honey, golden eyes that had shadow behind them. she wanted to find out what lies behind it.

so you mustered up all of your life courage, and gripped the silver weapon in your hand. then, you stabbed stabbed stabbed and stabbed.

it were okay strikes. nothing to die for and nothing to be worried about. there is no blood yet. you've only used the ends of an ice cream scooper to do so. the fun part comes up next.

before rayne could react to the sudden shock, you opened his eyelids and began gouging his eyes out with the ice cream scooper. the male wasn't even screaming. he was just there, allowing you to dig, pluck and gouge his eyes out.

honestly, it was a dream come true for him. there was someone that finally loved and appreciated his eyes and not call him what his ancestor was. he was going to do it himself if no one was going to do it anyways. so what's the point in fighting back?

"your eyes... your beautiful devil eyes, rayne... i love them so much. they're the perfect fit for my self-made human!!" you exclaimed, the gouged-out eyeballs in the palm of your hands, blood staining your fingertips as the unmoving body of rayne laid below you.

ah yes.

rayne has forgotten that he has some kind of superpower that runs in his family. he could just kill you in a snap. but he decided to slap your face, detaching your neck from your spine before he sits up and blinked.

was there a reason to hate his eyes? they were a gift, his mother tells him everytime. it is something his brother didn't have too, so he should be considered lucky and above all human beings and souls.

at first, his devils eyes are meant to be hated.

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© SENEON OCT 17th 2023 | 8th PIECE OF S. GRAVEYARD.

[seneon]

𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈 𝐒𝐀𝐄'𝐒 𝐕𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃.

the first tombstone an individual's eyes set on the moment the sole of their feet stepped into the cemetery. the grave belongs to a bookselling vampire, who mysterious ceased in his existence one day. although he has died, his blood still flows.

SAE X FEMALE! READER 🎬 tw: mentions of blood. A/N — first piece of my spooktober graveyard series! this is actually a sequel to one of the works i've written before in my other account. it's linked after allat writing. enjoy and hbd to my beautiful bf sae 🫶🏼

in the tenth year of the seventh century, there were countless reports of the lives and blood of the citizens rapidly decreasing. in other words, they were all found dead—body malnourished, skin rotting, gaze locked up to the sky that had seen everything played before their last breath.

there was one thing they all had in common. two small bites on their neck. or anywhere around their body in general, starting from head and down to the very tippy toes.

just like that, their soul has been sucked out. it was the work of vampires, vicious bloodsucking creatures who walked the same ground as a human would. except, they only walk during the night.

sunlight burned their skin. the day and brightness made them cry out in pain. and their eyes started to disintegrate at the sight of the brightest of colours.

what would humanity ever do when they found out there was one single vampire that roamed around the streets like any average man?

dressed and disguised as a bookseller in the day, teeth growing out to be a vampire in the night.

to the citizens, itoshi sae the vintage bookseller sold the greatest books all of town. not only does he sell books, but he writes them and publishes his own. the man also collects books.

his entire life is based on the scent of old papers and the finest ink ever brewed. not even the sharp scent of bloody iron could rival with the scent of sae's library.

that was the daytime of the bookseller itoshi sae's life. it was all warm, cozy, and coffees. and then there was night. a creature who hungers for the blood of others.

all on his mind could only ever be the reddest liquid that tastes like iron. sae could never get enough of blood. he loved how the flavour coats his mouth after he sucks them straight from a person's neck. he absolutely enjoys stabbing his sharp fangs into the skin of an innocent soul.

with enough blood, itoshi sae could go days and nights without having to find another soul to snack on.

sae dropped the cold body on the ground and gently wiped his lips with a handkerchief. the piece of cloth had initials on it, and it wasn't his initials. every single time he uses it, he is reminded of the handkerchief's owner.

a beautiful woman with an alluring aura. hair in the most beautiful shade he has ever seen. her features were dazzling and breathtaking that it took sae's breath away the moment he set his eyes on her form, sitting on a high tree branch, her eyes gazing right into the moon with the most hateful thoughts in her head.

the woman hated the moon. it took away her ability to be able to walk under the sun, leaving her to face the moon every night with her lust for blood growing stronger and stronger every day.

"y/n l/n…" sae muttered under his breath as his soft teal eyes stared at your name imprinted into the piece of cloth. his fingers lightly brushed over the stitching before continuing to wipe the rest of his dirty fingers stained by blood.

y/n l/n.

a noblewoman of a vampiress, known for her beauty throughout nations but disappeared without a trace on one unfortunate night. she would never be seen again.

except for when itoshi sae came across her a few centuries later, her beauty charming him. in an instant, her fangs were already deep into his skin. but there was a twist. instead of screaming and suffering in pain, the man embraced the beautiful vampire and softly kissed her temples.

what a surprise for a vampire that has not felt the love and touch of a human being in so long as she longed for one. the feeling twisted her entire mind so much that she wanted more.

before the bookseller could expect what the rest of his life could become, he began paying frequent visits to the vampiress in search of solace from the world. in exchange, she seeks for his love and blood.

now, after wiping all the blood of his victim, he made his way to the forest where he usually meets y/n.

how long was it? that he saw her sitting above the highest tree branch, her feet dangling away in boredom as she hummed the songs that her loyal subjects used to sing for her?

"it has been decades, has it not, m'lady y/n?" sae asked himself, feeling himself slightly smile at the memories he had with you. those nights that were the most memorable for him.

"you bestowed a curse upon me, yet blessed me with your own blood. i hated you and yet i love you for that."

the man bit his lower lip in an attempt to suppress any emotions that might surface during the dead of night.

your vampire blood has become itoshi sae's vampire blood, making him the current blood eater for the next few decades. or even centuries.

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© SENEON OCT 10th 2023 | 1st PIECE OF S. GRAVEYARD.

[seneon]

𝐇𝐀𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐍 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐂 𝐎𝐅 𝐀𝐈𝐙𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐎𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐄

as one moves forwards, they come across a grave that is like any other. except, there were seashells nicely displayed above the tombstone. there was a legend where a merman never got back to the ocean, leaving him to dry on land. but legend is legend.

AIZEN X FEM PIRATE! READER 🎬 tw: tiny nsfw & death. A/N — the sixth piece. aizen would be such a perfect fit for an alluring siren ngl. for @tokyeoi's birthday 😎🫶🏼 luv u dria

before the death of y/n l/n came an story that was historical and cultural to many pirates that has set sail or is going to set sail into the sea for an adventure. her story will forever be a caution to every pirates, telling them to be aware of the sea. and the creatures that resided beneath the ocean.

in christopher columbus' journal, he wrote that he saw mermaids, but it was some other sea creature instead. in another pirate's diary, it was written that they saw mermaids swimming in the ocean. while another, recorded the same occurrence.

except, it was mermaids who hummed an alluring tune, driving his crewmen to slowly dive deep into the ocean by their voices alone.

y/n l/n wanted to see if it was true ever since she laid her hands on her brother's diary. so she gathered her own crew and set sail into the sea in search for those singing mermaids that drove mere pirates into the ocean to their deaths.

"captain! one of the crewmen dived into the ocean out of nowhere!!" a member barged into her room as she immediately stood up and walked out her room through the ship where people are gathered.

the weather was fine and so was the wind. the ocean waves were calm and slowly carrying the ship through the water.

"where did he jump off?" she asked, keeping a distance from the crowd and looking around the ocean in weariness. "over here ma'am," a crew member said.

"hey you," y/n asked the youngest member in her crew and handed him her journal and feather pen. "i want you to write down everything that is happening from now onwards. do not take off this earpiece that i am going to put in your ears until you set foot back home. you are appointed the next ship captain when i cease. all is well." she said and stuffed waved earpieces that blocked out all noises from the world and left.

a total number of two crewmen dived into their death during the day. then came night, where all the pirates were asleep in their cabins, while the captain is seated on the deck with a single candle lit, a book in her hand, reading the night away.

until the fourth paragraph, a soft humming filled her ears more than the ocean waves. her eyes never left the words on the page as she continued reading away, the humming coming clearer into her ears. was there a record of a male voice in her brother's books? she believed not, but this humming is the humming of a deep, masculine voice.

"reading?"

she immediately looked up to be met with a man so beautiful y/n almost thought he was angel sent from heaven. his features were so charming and attractive that they caught her in a situation that she couldn't quite grasp. in absolutely awe, she knew it was a trick.

"are you or your friends the one who led my brother's crew to their deaths?" she asked and set the book aside, walking towards the man as he grinned with a hum. "aizen."

"aizen," y/n said and immediately pressed her lips onto the salty lips of the man. then into the moonlight, down to their tippy toes, their bodies glistened under the moon's illumination.

the sirens might be haunting and alluring, but y/n is smart. so intelligent that she consumed poison that tastes like rose and kissed a merman. her sweat could never rival the voices of a siren, for her sweat produces toxins that slowly itched into the skin of aizen.

eventually, skins and scales were melting and a murdering suicide was thrown into the ocean, a death of a human and a merman were tied together by poison.

while the next captain wrote everything he sees down into y/n's journal, praying for the death and sacrifice of his deceased captain. there was a way on how to conquer the sirens and their haunting voices now.

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© SENEON OCT 15th 2023 | 6th PIECE OF S. GRAVEYARD.

[seneon]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐙𝐀𝐑𝐃, 𝐒𝐄𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐎 𝐍𝐀𝐆𝐈'𝐒 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐒

now, the gate of the cemetery has disappeared from sight. only fog, insects, soil, tombs and the moon was in sight. the individual then moves forward to the next grave, stopping to read the contents of the dead. it belonged to a wizard.

YANDERE! SEISHIRO X FEM! READER 🎬 tw: obsession. A/N — the seventh piece. uhm guys. three more to write 💀 i've been a lil busy lately but i'm pushing myself to complete this thingy LOOLL bye

what does a wizard do when he falls in love with a normal human girl who constantly visits his wizarding shop owned by his friend?

he finds the forbidden recipe to create a spell that would force and strip the freewill to love someone away from them — making them only in love with the person who poured or sprinkle the spell into their face.

seishiro nagi is on a mission to find that forbidden recipe that has been buried deep into the earthly volcanoes. it has been kept far away for centuries by the creator of the potion or spell or whatever liquid that would be so dangerous if it hasn't been buried.

and when he found a way to get his fingers on a single page, he worked in absurd silence to recreate that potion. all that secrecy from his friend and to the nation of the wizards and warlords, he acted like the usual lazy wizard which he is known for.

the male then offered a drink for the beautiful customer he has fallen in love with. what a classic move, for y/n easily took the bait and went home. that day, she longed for the wizard all day and all night. the next morning, she came into the place and swooned over him, the wizard's wishes has finally been granted.

but his friend smelled a twist to the sudden swooning and confronted seishiro. but he denied and their lives were continued.

all is well. seishiro the lazy wizard is living his life with he woman he loved peppering him with kisses and sweet compliments. he is living his life to the fullest.

all is well. for a period of seishiro's life was full of fun, love, affirmation and affection. he couldn't be much more happier than to have a woman who would die and kill for him.

all is well.

is all really, really well...?

seishiro nagi the lazy wizard, with blood that stained his hands and evil that portrayed behind those gray eyes with hatred. the blood of his one and only most loyal friend, murdered by the hands of himself upon the discover of the forbidden potion.

his friend too, reversed the forced will to love and gave y/n back her freewill to love. the love spell has been broken. but what really broke seishiro was the fact that his woman twisted her love for seishiro's friend.

thus he killed him out of envy and hatred. if he cannot have the woman he wants for himself, he will have to kill anyone that wants her. it is that simple. seishiro nagi is a simple man. he is a wizard who can do anything.

even if it means to murder y/n l/n so that nobody else would take her away from him. their love would then be eternal.

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© SENEON OCT 16th 2023 | 7th PIECE OF S. GRAVEYARD.

[seneon]

𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐈 𝐇𝐘𝐎𝐌𝐀'𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐂 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍

there was nothing but a single porcelain piece of an angel on the soil ground. only a name was engraved onto it, nothing else. but the ground was empty, no tombstones whatsoever. just a dirty little angelic porcelain doll on the ground. and why is that?

HYOMA X FEMALE! READER 🎬 tw: insanity and a corpse. A/N — the fifth piece. insane as in, mad, crazy. yeah. that's you in this piece. you insane and delusional chigiri fangirls.

what is more thrilling than the idea of creating bisque porcelain dolls? to put the pieces together, gloss their skin or paint them over with the fairest pink, dress them up then giving them a name.

nothing else could compare to the fun of being a porcelain doll maker. it was just like l/n y/n who absolutely admires dolls her entire life. every doll, every type, every stereotype, every history and every single doll that has been carefully carved by the hands of dollmakers. she loved every single one of them like how she loved herself.

to be a doll maker and to puppet a doll is generally a fun little hobby for the girl. every single day and every single night, she worked on her dolls.

especially on her newest project — a masculine doll. a doll which is designed to be like a man. with the most pigmented reddish pink hair she could ever mixed for the hair and deep pink for the eyes. she wanted to create a male doll with some features of a girl. but the male doll was put in a suit with his hair neatly tied up in a ponytail. she did not have intentions of showcasing his hair.

upon the final touches of the doll, it soon came to a completion. and a completion means to display the masterpiece. she named the male doll hyoma chigiri.

y/n is proud of her work, as she wakes up every morning to wish her doll a fair good morning as she did with her cat. she takes care of the doll every single day, even if it was set in a display, she let him out and fixed some parts of him that gets messy over time.

how would a dollmaker react when her creation is comfortably seated where she usually sat to work on her other porcelain dolls, looking right at her, with her cat on its lap?

she froze, and dropped the materials she was going to use for her next project and felt an overwhelming feeling overtaking her entire body. what kind of doll could do such a thing? is that possible by nature? no wait, it doesn't make sense. at all. why is her doll—

"what's wrong? scared?" he, or it, spoke, hands continuing to pet the cat as a taunting smile surfaced. "i am finally alive after all."

y/n slowly walked towards her alive and breathing creation, feeling her own lips curved upwards at the familiar feeling of love and affection. it was then she opened up her hands and threw herself on the supposedly "doll of hyoma chigiri". her cat jumped away and took a seat there, eyes watching everything unfold.

"there there, y/n," the doll spoke, hands wrapped around the girl to embrace her. "i'm here now. and i'll always be here for you."

y/n nodded, hugging the corpse with poor pink wig that is dressed in a suit tighter. while the chigiri hyoma doll rests untouched and locked away in a glass display.

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© SENEON OCT 14th 2023 | 5th PIECE OF S. GRAVEYARD.

[seneon]

𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐌𝐉𝐎𝐖 𝐉𝐀𝐄𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐉𝐀𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐙, 𝐀 𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐏𝐒𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑

huh...? the last grave? the individual has walked into the cemetery this far towards the dead end? why were there only nine graves? this is the graveyard of ten interesting souls. it isn't possible if the cemetery ends with the very last tombstone of an infamous killer of the dead, a man with panther features.

GRIMMJOW X FEM! READER 🎬 tw: slightly descriptive gore. A/N — HEY. ok bye. i'm practically done with this shi ☠️💯

a serial killer. a murderer of the dead. one that kills a corpse despite the corpse that has already lost its soul. nothing would surpass the evil of grimmjow jaegerjaquez. he is way too smart for the authorities to handcuff him and way too strong for even armies to put him down.

grimmjow is a devil to mankind.

what would be more thrilling that to kill people and feel ultimate ecstasy while doing it? he loved seeing people tremble in fear below him as he stabs his hands into their body like it was a punching bag that was already loose.

he kills anyone and everyone. that is just who a corpse killer is, a murderer, a human being that rose from the deepest depths of hell to live in a rotten and ugly world.

but nowadays, there was nothing fun to kill. even murderers get bored with their hobbies of ending one's life.

tonight, grimmjow jaegerjaquez felt extremely bored unlike any other days. he has not laid his fingers on a single body in a hot minute, and he felt the want to fill in his cravings. the last person he killed belonged to a lady who tried to seduce him out of drunkenness, but grimmjow isn't the type of man who is fond of seduction.

in fact, the first thing he did was break the bones of the woman where her fingers were itchy on caressing his chest. the next, he made sure to input fearful words into her mind before he toys around with her hair like she is a broken doll.

what more could be worse than that?

grimmjow carries a little killing knife. and he used it to slice wherever he pleases. especially her sweet mouth and her honey body where she presses against his own.

he didn't want a woman all over him. it disgusted him. in fact, he hates women. every woman in his life proves to be the same. his mother, his old girlfriends, drunk woman at the bar, and everywhere else. women are a hassle for grimmjow.

the man is bored. extremely bored. it is close to two in the morning. and he's walking around town like he owns the road. occasionally, he sees street animals appear, or insects flying around.

but tonight, he saw something else other than mere street animals or flying insects. this time, grimmjow saw a lone girl walking all by herself in the dead of night. her destination? towards a venue that nobody dare go near.

a smirk crawled up his cheeks as he shoves his hands into his pocket before trailing behind the girl faraway. she will surely be the one to satisfy his cravings of bloodspill.

y/n l/n would make a fine history and earn a spot in that graveyard.

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© SENEON OCT 18th 2023 | 9th PIECE OF S. GRAVEYARD.

[seneon]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋 𝐎𝐅 𝐁𝐘𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐘𝐀 𝐊𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐊𝐈

upon entry of the vampire, the graveyard's colour could only give the impression of an uneasy eeriness — for the next grave lies the body of a stoic man, once a respected warrior. his spirit still lingers on, attached strings cut off from a woman he once loved.

BYAKUYA X FEMALE! READER 🎬 tw: mild gore + stalking. A/N — the second piece. hisana is out of the story. byakuya is a spirit in bleach, but there is no soul society here. only a dead warrior mourning for the lost of his loved one's soul.

the cries of the bravest warrior and the will to not give up pierced the enemy's hearts. their arrows and blades running through the organ before the enemy warriors breathed their last breathe.

war it was, a fierce battle between two regions, unable to come together with peace but twisted into war that would end thousands of lives instead. in those thousands of war lies the death of a great warrior, kuchiki byakuya.

a powerful man that lead a squad in the war, fighting for his region and leading hundreds that aspire to be like him.

what would those brave warriors of him think if they found out that their captain's body has been taken by the enemy army and experimented on to turn into something much more painful than death?

an eternally living ghoul that feasts on the rotting corpse of his own comrades for dinner. the first person unknowingly being his wife, another warrior from another squad.

a strong and powerful man that was transformed into a flesh-eating monster that was fed his own wife as his first meal after hellish experiments. byakuya's mind twisted and turned at the sight of y/n, half a nerve still recognising who she is. but as for every other cells in his body, they were all infected by poison and experimented chemicals.

so he feasted on y/n's rotting body, one part of his heart stinging on and on as he ate the flesh of his own unbreathing wife— her e/c eyes emptily staring at him. then, the enemy army set him free into the night for a monster they have created.

everytime you walk alone at night, you swore to the heavens above that a lost and broken soul follows you quite closely behind. you couldn't quite grasp it or understand anything at all, but there was a familiar feeling about the broken soul.

how so?

byakuya knew it was a gift, his gift, that the wife he feasted on has been reincarnated. he caught a glimpse of you one night as you walked home with your friends after a karaoke session, and his eyes never left you ever since. there are flowers in his eyes, flowers that he used to see his wife all those centuries ago before the great war.

your smile just lights up his dark days in an instant. he just knew that it was his wife that was reincarnated as you. and when your friends called out your name, he couldn't help but had the intense urge to just embrace you in a hug.

but in that form?

a flesh-eating ghoul?

no.

your eyes gave byakuya some sense of humanity again. thus he twisted that sense into his strongest feeling. he would not approach you. he would protect you from the shadows.

every night and day, byakuya's spiriting ghoul would watch you live on, each and everything that you do reminding him of his dead wife over and over again.

this is byakuya's umpteenth time of keeping women in his eyes, feasting on them later on.

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© SENEON OCT 11th 2023 | 2nd PIECE OF S. GRAVEYARD.

[seneon]

𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐒 . . . 𝐘/𝐍 𝐋/𝐍

there was an empty spot right towards the end of the cemetery. nine graves in total that the individual has walked through and read their little stories on a piece of brochure that she received from a random man by the streets.

the brochure ends at the story of the murdering man. and there were only nine tombstones in the whole place. not ten, like it was classified publicly. the tenth spot for the grave is empty. there is nothing but pure soil, grass, and dried leaves resting on the earth.

what could be the cause of it? where is the tenth grave? why does the brochure ends specially at the ninth dead body? were there even answers to such questions?

she thought and looked around, then catching a shadow at the corner of her eyes. she turned to where the shadow is and stared at it. tall figure, messy hair, and in casual clothes. it is a man. he is faceless, you couldn't see his face— for the lamppost behind him outshone him.

"are you sure it's a good idea to be visiting the ten legendary graves in the middle of the night? and alone too." he said, as the girl only stated right at him. "there is only nine, not ten graves. you must be mistaken."

"you are mistaken," he spoke once again.

the moment he smiled, the girl could hear the grounds beneath her cracking. uneasiness and fear starts to build up in within her as concrete cracked and fell to the earth. as she looked around, horror slowly embraced her heart and consumed it.

the tombstones are cracking open, from the very first grave of a vampire down to the very last. dead bodies are rising. or are they alive? always alive...?

"how naïve.." an alluring voice said through the night as the girl was swayed by the melody that lies in the voice.

"would anyone be so brave as you to even step into this ground?" her trance was broken by a smooth and deep voice, empty eyes looking down at her.

"clearly not. this girl is a stupid, common idiot," footsteps walked through the cemetery, coming closer and closer to where the girl stood.

"give her a break, this is our first visitor," another monotonous voice sighed in the darkness, holding his staff close to him. "she would make a pretty decoration here though."

shit.

what is happening?

what is this?

where did all these voices came from...?

then it clicked. if tombs are breaking and grounds are cracking. that could only mean one thing. none of these tombs are actually graves. they're just displayed there, for the next person to find, for the first person to enter the grounds of death.

"do you understand the situation you're in right now, girl?" grimmjow said behind you, slowly walking up to stand beside you. he bends down to your ear and whispers;

"you're the tenth grave."

while your eyes widened in shock, the sound of penknife opening filled your ears. the grave of grimmjow jaegerjaquez—it seemed like it was a fake when you stood there inspecting it before. now you know why. he was never dead or never cremated or buried or even cease.

if so, the same goes to every other graves and the concrete and dolls and emptiness that represents them and their lives.

there wasn't even a single dead body in this graveyard to begin with. it was all a legend, after all. who cares if a frankenstein wanted love? who cares if a porcelain doll was made by someone delusional? who cares if a man is a devil's descendant?

only you.

and your story?

it started from the first step through the cemetery gates and through the graveyard. the legends are out, seeking for a revenge on a certain soul that lived on for centuries, reincarnating over and over again through different lives.

it must be nice, huh? to have your past lovers live on just for mere revenge or for the sake of seeking you again. you belong in the grave with all of them.

you are the last grave.

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© SENEON OCT 19th 2023 | 10th PIECE OF S. GRAVEYARD.

[ghoulsister1]

🎃SpookTober 31 Days Prompts🎃

Day 30: Graveyard🪦

Clint x GN!Reader. AU: Modern. Hurt/Comfort. Fluff. Cuddling. Some angst. Remembering loved ones. Grave visits. SpookTober Prompt: Graveyard🪦

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☆●~Remembrance~●☆

You accompany Clint to the local cemetery to pay a visit to a family member. Let us take a moment to remember ancestors and loved ones who might pay us a visit tomorrow......

You smiled softly as you accompanied your boyfriend Clint to the local cemetery. He had a bouquet of flowers in hand and you carried a little pumpkin in hand as you two walked along the path, the leaves crunching under your feet.

You soon reached the cemetery and you both stopped at the gates, looking over the sea of headstones that marked each and every person or persons buried there, in single or family plots. The bones of the old and long ago mingle with the drying bones of recent and new here, people as far back as the 1800s and 40s rest here with the ones from as recent as the 2000s or 2010s or even recent since 2020.

After stopping for a moment, you continued on your way. You and Clint scanned the headstones, looking for one in particular.

"Do you remember where she was buried?" You Asked. Clint nodded as he did a double take on a headstone before moving on to the others.

"I do, I think she's up here somewhere" Clint Replied pointing up to a row of a headstones just up ahead. You both made your way to the rows and after a few moments, you found the headstone you were looking for.

"Hi Nan" Greeted Clint as he approached the headstone. In beautiful, cursive writing were the words:

"NORA THOMSON, July 16th 1988-October 30th 2020

FOREVER IN OUR HEARTS, OUR BELOVED NAN. MAY YOU REST IN PEACE."

You watched Clint kneel down by the grave and place the bouquet of flowers upon the grave.

"These are for you Nan, hope you like them. Y/N's here too Nan and we got a pumpkin for you, cuz well tomorrow is Halloween and you've always loved your decorating" Clint Spoke. You smiled and placed the pumpkin down by the bouquet.

"Happy Halloween Mrs. Thomson, hope you like the pumpkin" You Smiled. Clint smiled at you warmly and turned back to the grave.

"I miss you Nan, I wish Heaven had a phone line so I could talk to you still. Anyway, Happy Halloween Nan, may you rest in peace in Heaven. Love you Nan" Smiled Clint as he blew the grave a kiss and stood up, holding your hand.

"Goodbye Nan" Waved Clint and you waved at the grave.

"Goodbye Mrs. Thomson" You Waved and with one last look at the grave in silence, you both turned and walked back to the cemetery entrance.

"God I miss her" Sniffed Clint. You gave his hand a comforting squeeze. You knew what he was going through and you wanted to let him know, he wasn't alone in this.

"I know Clint. She was a warm hearted woman, a kind soul. She will always be missed, but rest assured she'll never be forgotten" You Replied.

Clint smiled at that and squeezed your hand back.

"Thank you Y/N. I'm glad you came here with me today" Clint Thanked you and you smiled at him softly as you both walked back to the car.

That evening at home, you both cuddled on the couch, watching some spooky wrapped up in a comfy pumpkin Halloween blanket. You and Clint held on to each other's hands, both of you remembering Clint's Nan and promising to always keep her alive inside your hearts.

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❤️Made this in particular as today is my Grandmother's anniversary. She passed away on the 30th of October. May she live on in the memories we have of her❤️