#''says he'll never leave. he'll burn down the houses; the smoke on your tongue. he used to be someone you loved.''

[whimsicalcotton]

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[lyonnerileyauthor]

you live like Cinderella, used and abused by your so-called family, forced to work all day and live in the barn like a rat. you clean up after them every moment, doing all the chores and cooking all the meals. you're tired, so tired of the punishments that meet you for stepping slightly out of line.

one day, it goes too far. with a broken arm, you hobble back out to the barn, intent on one goal: to get revenge and escape this place.

there's a village witch, you see, who everyone detests. they throw food at her when she comes to the village and taunt her as she buys her groceries. you find your way to her house after dark, and knock on her door. when she sees you, it's as if she expected you, and she has a small stack of ingredients ready.

mix them together over a flame and chant these words, she says. this spell will fix what ails you.

you chant the words and stir the mixture. then, as instructed, you pour it out onto the floor. the whole barn turns red, bright red, and you wonder if you've made a mistake by listening to that old witch.

he appears in a puff of smoke, skin as crimson as the dawn sky, with a spaded tail that flicks like a cat's. he has many horns along his crown, and a snakelike tongue darts out as he regards you.

for what purpose have you summoned me? he asks. but all you have to do is show him your arm, and he understands.

he rains down punishment upon the family, turning their house to ash, sending his fire nymphs to chase and beat them. when the true monsters are burned and bruised, he aims to kill, but you stop him.

that's good enough, you say. you've had your revenge. but you see, he's infuriated at how you've been treated. he wants to end this, to bestow the final blow, but you convince him to let them live with their punishment.

then what else can I do? he asks. where will you go next?

you'll wander, you figure, until you find a new home. at least now you're free.

then I will wander with you. he's not ready to return to the other realm yet, not while you still need his help.

together, you abandon the village before anyone can discover what you've done. deep in the woods, though, there's nowhere to sleep except the circle of the demon's monstrous arms.

I promise I won't use my claws, he says, welcoming you into them. here, ensconced in him, you feel his cock emerge from that pocket at his groin. he doesn't move to use it, but you find you want him to—this creature who saved you, who has helped you without asking for payment in return. he's marvelous, powerful, and strange. perhaps this is how you might reward him.

you spread yourself and slowly, sink down on that massive crimson cock. he groans as you take all of him, soaking up his need, coasting on a river of your desire. you begin at your own pace, until his lust grows overwhelming—and then he throws you down to the forest floor, his eyes wild and red. now he fucks you harder, claiming you, owning you. you're mine now, he mutters, bringing you to your finish over and over again. he will eat your pleasure until there's nothing left, drowning in it.

when you're finished, you sleep; but soon he grows hard again, his craving for you having taken over. when you've restored your strength, he fucks you again, demanding that you never leave him. whichever realm you choose, he'll stay by your side.

[bitemarx]

ghost at your door, dressed in white linen sheets, scaring the children, says he'll never leave. he'll burn down the houses, the smoke on your tongue. he used to be someone you loved.

[armandmollloy]

Promiscuity -

By the way you hold your man It's easy to tell who's in command He'll never seem to understand It's all in his head Innocent like a misfit Your eyes locked in for the kill

The Dead Come Talking -

Ghost at your door, dressed in white linen sheets Scaring the children, says he'll never leave He'll burn down the houses, the smoke on your tongue He used to be someone you loved

The Bug Collector -

And there's a centipede Naked in your bedroom Oh, and you swear to God The fucker's out to get you

Night Shift -

Now bite your tongue, it's too dangerous to fall so young Take back what you said Can't lose what you never had

I feel no need to forgive but I might as well But let me kiss your lips so I know how it felt

Tongues -

Everybody knows I'm right I can't control, I got my eyes on you all night We just haven't got a clue I keep my love, I want my blood inside of you

Norman Bates -

Not trying to get in your good grace I'll take a joke over connection You're trying to lose the games you play I'll just create a work of fiction

Pedestrian at Best -

It won't be with me on my death bed, But I'll still be in your head Put me on a pedestal and I'll only disappoint you You tell me I'm exceptional and I promise to exploit you

I Love You Like an Alcoholic -

I was getting off the late shift attempting to recover Crumpled up the bus pass, tossed it into the gutter Some handsome dark stranger, you were standing there on the corner You had those compelling magnetized eyes You must have lost when you got older

I Won't Hurt You -

My pale blue star My rainbow, how good it is To know you're like me Strike me with your lightning Bring me down and bury me with ashes

I won't hurt you

[foxboidrew]

Gonna drop off some tsams angst, y'all eat up! And Happy Halloween~!

Image without the lyrics + ID + song under the cut:

[ID: a magma drawing of the hallway to the Daycare Attendant's room. The floor is navy blue, the ceiling is an off-white orange and tiled, and the walls are orange.

The left wall has two shadows. Both belong to the Bloodmoon Twins. The text reads:

"Feel the worms eating holes through my mind. Like regrets that'll kill me in time. Walking backwards is always a guess. Distant faces burn holes through my chest."

In the middle stands the ghost of Eclipse. He's staring straight at the viewer with his face blacked out and eyes glowing. The text on the floor reads:

"Shadows floating, they're out in the hall. They still haunt you long after they're gone. Buried in the basement, cold cement. Dead come talking, can't put them to rest."

The right wall has a singular shadow, belonging to the original Moon. The text reads:

"Ghost at your door, dressed in white linen sheets. Scaring the children, says that he'll never leave. He'll burn down the houses, the smoke on your tongue. He used to be someone you loved." /End ID]

The Dead Come Talking

[daisy-spot]

The Dead Come Talking - Roe Kapara

Ghost at your door, dressed in white linen sheets. Scaring the children, says he'll never leave... He'll burn down the houses, the smoke on your tongue, he used to be someone you loved...

[animatronicabundance-archived]

Tiktok really had to hit me with the

Ghost at your door

Dressed in white linen sheets

Scarin the children

Says he'll never leave

He'll burn down the house

Taste the smoke on your tongue

He used to be someone someone you loved