#Have no fear though more stories to come in the near future. i gotchu

[darkdoings]

— Sadistic Enigmas: Finale

Note: No real trigger warnings in this part . . . perhaps just foul language. So here you have it, the conclusion of this first short story. I will have all of the parts ( four in total ) tagged as Sadistic Enigmas on my blog. I really hope someone finds this enjoyable and like always if you see something that needs to be edited please let me know so that I can fix it straight away! Thank you! :)

                     For the span of a month, you had been involved with the police almost each day while they attempted to sort out the altercation that had occurred within your home on that fateful night. You had been advised by your murderous acquaintance to stick to your originally fabricated story – never faltering – through all of your inquisitions and by the end of the law-orientated ordeal you had emerged untainted with a criminal record. Normality had keenly entered your days soon thereafter and you had ungrudgingly embraced your rebirth of habitual life. You had even been grateful that the Night Stalker maintained his distance after the murder and for a couple months after the tribulation you had not seen or heard from him. All that remained as evidence from his visits were your memories, the healed scars from the wounds he had purposely inflicted upon you, and the knife that he had left behind.

                      You occasionally produced the knife from its hiding place in a drawer and you held it on the nights when you felt the most anxious while awaiting a possible visit from the Night Stalker. However, even of nights when you were certain he would come to you, he did not. You began to wonder if he had gotten bored of you and you also began to imagine him spending his time with other women that better suited his animalistic nature. In due time, all of your pondering had been halted as the media was suddenly celebrating the capture of Richard Ramirez, the Night Stalker. You had finally been subjected to his name, his face, and his crimes while numerous & various sources of the news profiled the nefarious, American serial killer for weeks after his inevitable capture.

                      Through the days, weeks, months, and years of his incarceration & trial, you watched from afar as his case had developed. You had gathered the information regarding his complete undoing from newspaper articles and when snippets of courtroom footage was shown on televised news reports you were absolutely astonished with what you were seeing. Regret rose up and ultimately consumed you while the public was being informed of his dastardly offences; you were plagued with the guilt of not turning him into authorities sooner. You had ultimately pieced together - after it had been revealed to you - that the majority of his misdeeds had been committed in the months that he had stopped seeing you and some percentage of his crimes had began to weigh in on you.

                      Following the Night Stalker’s sentencing and final imprisonment at San Quentin, you were determined to safely socialize with him in the physical flesh after years of having no contact with one another. You believed you deserved some amount of closure and in the time you were convincing yourself to visit the prison you wondered if he would even remember you. During the three nights that he had come to you, darkness had shrouded the pair of you and there was the possibility that he had never before seen you properly.

                      By 1990, your long awaited plans to meet with Richard Ramirez had been set into motion and amongst the ebony-clad women in San Quentin’s lounging room you patiently sat. You received devilish sneers from the women who frequently visited the denounced serial killer and when tensions almost boiled over a correctional officer was always in attendance to diffuse any skirmishes. For the women to be grading one another as superior or inferior over affections from the lowliest scum of a serial killer was an enigma on its own and although you had secretly shared intimacy with such a monster you were perplexed why these women still longed for him. You suddenly shuddered at the thought of the serial killer fascination consuming the women in the room and coincidently you were reeled away from your perplexes once the intercoms announced your name.

                      The sound of your name resounded and the echo created by the announcer’s voice diffracted off of the walls to carry your name a short ways through the prison’s walls. You rose from where you had been stoically seated and the correctional officer who had been surveying the room kindly offered to escort you to the visitation center. Together, the pair of you navigated the maze-like halls of the prison and once he escorted you inside of the visiting room your eyes immediately found Richard Ramirez. You hastily offered sincerest gratitude for the officer’s guidance & protection and subsequent to his farewell you made your way towards Ramirez.

                      With one foot in front of the other, you approached the tanned male who sat silently at his own table and in maintaining the ominous silence you pulled up an additional chair to the table before sitting opposite to him. His visage illuminated with the familiar expression of amusement and while you got comfortable in your chair he neatly folded his cuffed hands atop one another. It was relieving for you to see his hands out in the open to ensure no harm would fall unto you and in contrast you rested your hands on your lap while drumming your fingertips along your thigh. You were nervous and you were searching for something to say to initiate a conversation with him; however, he was still capable of sensing your anxieties and to spare you the task of speaking first, he began,

                      “Now there is a face I haven’t seen for a long time.”

                      “Ye—” You squeaked before accidentally getting choked up as a result of your clearly evident agitation.

                      Richard’s full lips turned up in a small smirk while he rolled his eyes before shaking his head and allowing you a second chance at speaking.

                      “Start again.”

                      Initially, you pursed your lips together and took a deep breath before parting your lips in an attempt to speak again, “I was trying to say that yes, it has been a very long time. I wasn't sure if I should have come to see you at all. With everything that has happened, you know.”

                      “Once a groupie, always a groupie.”

                      “I was never a groupie to begin with. Yes, I clearly remember you calling me territory, not a groupie. Territory is on a higher pedestal than a groupie, right?”

                      His expression of amusement continued to flourish following your comment and he even chuckled in good humour, “I suppose that you are right. And I also suppose that my territory wants to be returned to me?”

                      “No, that’s not at all why I here—”

                      “Then why are you here?”

                      “Closure.”

                      “Closure?” he repeated in an inquisitive manner.

                      You nodded.

                      “What the fuck do you want me to say to that?” he retorted in a moderately raised voice before quieting down to avoid arousing further attention from the several officers monitoring the room, “You want me to say something like you were special to me? No, no. You weren't. You said it yourself. You’re fucking territory.”

                      “ . . . Was territory.” You quietly uttered.

                      “What?”

                      “I said I was territory.” You repeated and shrugged your shoulders, “As far as I am concerned, while you are in here, I am no one’s property. Everything you thought you had has been surrendered to the law. That is the punishment for committing crimes.”

                      “Alleged crimes.” Richard corrected with a false mask of innocence, “Some other dude did it.”

                      You nodded in agreement for the sake of prolonging your visit and even added a wink, “Right. Alleged. How silly of me to condemn a man who is already condemned.”

                      Appearing as if he was processing your words, his dark eyes stared at you and you stared back. His infamous, sinister smirk returned to his countenance and while you both stared at one another he proceeded to sigh heavily while reclining back into his chair. Across his chest, he crossed his slender appendages and he brought one leg up to rest on his other leg’s knee before continuing the conversation,

                      “Closure.” He mused aloud and narrowed his dark brows, “It was sure a quiet month for the media when I met you, wasn’t it?”

                      “And . . . ?”

                      In response to your obvious ignorance, he instantaneously altered his positioning again and leaned forward to speak in barely audible whisper for your ears only, “Think of all the people you indirectly saved by spending and wasting your time with me. Three nights in one month, you saved people because I was distracted with you. For an entire month, no murders. That’s your closure.”

                      “Why me?”

                      He laughed at your inquiry, “Why not?”

                      “Richard,” you interjected by saying his name aloud for the first time and continuing on in a hushed voice, “You told me you wanted to paint my floor with my blood. What stopped you?”

                      “Your swear on Satan. I told you this a long time ago—”

                      “I don’t believe you. I think you made up your mind long before I swore on Satan. What stopped you?”

                      “Like I said before, if you are waiting for me to say you were special to me than you are wasting your time.” Ramirez explained while adverting his gaze and suddenly busying himself with fidgeting with the cuffs that bound together his thin wrists, “I mean, sure, you were one of the few I left alive. But you were not special. I used you and you did not even know it.”

                      “Used me how?”

                      “Your humility. Your sympathy. Your willingness to give a second chance.” Richard answered while keeping his gaze lowered as if he was embarrassed, “I never had much of it growing up. And when I wanted it, I forced it out of you. I got what I wanted.”

                      “Then if you wanted to be treated in such a way, why did you stop coming back?”

                      Again, he laughed and ascended his gaze, “Because I didn’t want you to lose what I wanted from you. I realized that I was tainting your good nature. For fuck’s—”

                      He briefly paused to avoid allowing his anger get the best of him and you granted him a moment of silence to recompose himself.

                      “You were sick seeing the murder of someone who would have hurt you. That sort of innocence . . . it’s rare. I had my innocence taken and you don’t want to know what that’s like. I spared you because you spared me some sympathy.”

  ��                   Without warning you leaned in close, extended your arm out to him, and your small hand touched his larger & handsomely tanned hand, “I’m sorry, Richard, and thank you.”

                      No further words from him were necessary and he nodded before promptly reeling away from your warm touch. You simultaneously inched away from him as well and you watched him as he reclined back into his chair once again. Although his eyes were now focused elsewhere, you could still see the coldness in his gaze and this time you were able to sense that his role in the conversation had ended. Your legs pushed you up to erect your posture and in preparation to leave you pushed your chair in under the table. As you turned to leave, he spoke up one final time,

                      “If you still got that knife, you ought to know I won’t be coming back to get it and I don’t want you coming back ever again to give it back. Maybe you could sell it. I am something of a celebrity these days, someone is bound to pay good money for it.” He advised and concluded with a final chuckle, “Or maybe I misjudged you and there is some form of a ‘Night Stalker’ in you, too. In that case, by all means, keep it. Repeat not the errors of the Night Prowler and show no mercy.”

                      “I’m sure I will figure something out.” You reassured, looked over your shoulder, and waved him farewell, “See you in Disneyland, Night Stalker.”                                                                   —— For eternity you're a part of me.

[nice-kill-tanaka]

May I have a my hero and ohshc matchup plz

I'm a short girl around 5'2 with long brown hair and eyes and a leo. I like anime,dragons,reptiles,drawing but I'm not good,tarantulas,sweets,video games, memes,dark humor. I am very kind but I care more about others than I do myself. I have bad anxiety. I tend to overthink about everything. I love to sing especially country music but I am tone deaf. I have trouble standing up for myself because I was bullied alot. I can be very blunt. I also love to swear. I can be very loud. I love a good mystery and cop shows. I love dad jokes and puns.I am terrified of bees and heights. I am very lazy but I can be good at doing stuff if motivated. I have a very kind heart and sad stories or ones with very happy endings make my heart happy or hurt like crazy. But even though I'm kind that doesn't mean i am nice all the time. I am extremely grumpy and have a short temper especially on no sleep or if I just woke up. I also do have adhd and some anxiety I dont like being touched randomly unless I know it will happen or if I touch someone. As for dreams I'm not sure I wanna be a voice actor but not too sure if its right for me as I don't know how to edit or even have the equipment. I want someone who can just listen to me as I ramble on about things I love. I want someone to understand that I think differently then normal people. I also want someone to be able to understand im not the most affectionate person but I can be if given time but I will help someone if they are touch starved like I am.

[🌄 @cutelittleriot requested one (1) regular My Hero Academia matchup. I have just the ingredients for that! Sit tight while I get to work.🌌]

YAYYY!! First bnha matchup!! I gotchu bud 👍 I’m thinking about trying something new for the bnha fandom in particular. So, I’ll try it out and see what you think! Also, I got a little carried away with this one, so if it doesn’t seem characteristically accurate to you, please tell me!! 😖

And, the lucky person is:

⛰Eijiro Kirishima⛰

Quirk: Dragon

Dragon is a mutation quirk. It manifests slowly over time, until the user becomes about 60% dragon-esque at around 15/16 years old.

Scales and tough skin appear on the arms, legs, and face. Sharp teeth and claws grow in. Horns protrude from the forehead. A tail grows from the spine. Finally, wings grow from the back.

Flesh becomes twice as tough in places where scales are.

Depending on the user’s body type, wing usage is limited. (Since you’re generally shorter than average, “flying” and gliding comes easier to you.)

When the user consumes pressurized carbon dioxide, their stomach converts it into flammable gasses. Which allows the user to breathe- er...burp...fire.

Fire must be carefully used however. The smoke produced can accidentally be breathed in, causing lung damage.

🌱Humble Beginnings🌱

I’ll start by saying this: Being bullied is never fun. Being bullied over something you can’t easily control or change? Rub salt in it, why don’tcha?

You weren’t sure what the select few kids in your grade thought was so hilarious about your quirk. But, they managed to find enough wrong with it to do their damage for most of your time in school

First, the patches of scales that showed up on your skin were “too weak”. Then, your awkward transition stage with growing horns, wings, and tail was suddenly “ugly”

By the time your quirk fully manifested, the jeers finally devolved to “freak-ish”

Like a river carving out the Grand Canyon, the work was slow and wore you down over time. But, the impact was a lot bigger than even you’d initially thought

While you managed to somewhat heal and learned to guard your emotions against such hurtful things, that’s all you learned to do: Guard yourself. You were a shield with no spear, since you never fought back

With the help of supportive parents and teachers, your self-esteem wasn’t so low, but you did often downplay or underestimate your abilities

Like, Bitch??? You can burp fire??? Know your power???

The people you were on good terms with seemed to see a potential that you either disregarded, or didn't know about all together

They saw the way you treated others with consideration and forethought. How, despite (or because of) your anxiety, you remained hyper-aware of the problems of others and how to accommodate. And while your anger did have its vices, people knew how hot your righteous rage could burn

It actually took a lot of convincing for you to even apply to U.A. 

Outside of your other aspirations for the future, you didn’t particularly feel worthy for the job. Of anything you could be, you weren’t a fearless, upstanding, unshakable individual, not even giving a second thought to throwing yourself into danger for the good of others. You weren’t your alleged definition of a hero, and that was enough to deter you

But, whenever you recited your polite (well-rehearsed) decline, most gave you the same weirdly optimistic retort:

“Just try, maybe you’ll do better than you’re giving yourself credit for.”

So, here you were at an entrance exam full of people you hardly knew, wondering how you even rationalized to yourself that this would go just fine

The written exam went okay. As well as you could for literally guessing what to study to pass

All you had to do was do your best on the physical exam, and you’d be done for the day

But, your issue was in the people around you, not the exam itself

You were aware of the high amount of attention the moment you walked onto campus. The way other kids measured you up from a distance, studying everything about your not-so-human body. Watching your every move, especially the way your movements were strained from soreness (A short period of intense training tends to do that to you). You assumed they also wanted to see if your disposition was as powerful as your quirk suggested

((You specifically noticed a coltish, green-haired kid muttering to himself, questioning if your wings could actually support your body weight))

Even now, as the prospective heroes-in-training warmed up, you felt the stares burning into you

Half of you wanted to lift your eyes and rhetorically ask what the hell they were looking at, only feeling more annoyed as you snorted and returned to what you were doing. The other half wanted to fold into yourself until you disappeared (If only it were that easy)

But, you had enough (Roughly, one billion) worries on your mind to put confrontation on the list. Shaking off your anxious shivers as you lowered your head and continued with your “stretches” seemed so much easier

(A.k.a. Staring off into space as you held your limbs in awkward positions)

The time to begin the physical test was drawing near, and your self-doubt hadn’t eased up. Maybe this was a mistake. You didn’t belong here. Not when so many other students could fill the space you’re wasting so much better. Maybe if you slipped through the back now, you’d save yourself the disappointment of not living up to your own standards

“Hey, brown-haired girl! With the horns!”

You heard a gruff whisper from not to far behind you, from the left. You tensed for a moment, wondering what the voice could possibly want from you. But, the sight you saw was rather unexpected

The voice definitely matched the body, bulky and slightly rough looking, a little taller than you. Matched with a sweet face, sharp teeth, and bright, spiky, red hair. The smile he showed you instantly calmed your thoughts

“…Hm?”

You gave a short response, not wanting to jump to conclusions yet

“I saw you looking kinda psyched out over here, so I thought talking to you would make you less nervous!”

You felt a warm and fuzzy sensation in the pit of your stomach. As much encouragement as you got to achieve things, you didn’t see much of it to consider how you felt. How you could feel better. You liked it, which was surprising, considering the encouragement came from a perfect stranger

“Oh, uhh…thanks then. But, I’m fine, I promise! I’m no more nervous than you are.”

“Well, that’s also why I came to talk…I’m kinda freaking out too…”

This boy’s transparency was almost scary, but on the other hand, very comforting. You didn’t catch him trying to stare at your mutated parts once as you talked. Your eyes were the thing he seemed the most focused on, and while it made you embarrassed, it was the good kind (if that makes sense)

But, soon enough, the announcement for the beginning of the exam came over the loudspeaker, and you and your acquaintance had to look out for yourselves. But, before you parted ways, the redhead turned to you

“I’m Eijiro Kirishima, by the way! See you when I see you, Shortie!”

🌳Flourishing Love🌳

The beginning of Kirishima seeing you as a romantic option happened not too long after parting ways at the physical exam

He was almost completely cornered by one of the machines students could disarm for points. And just as that was happening, you had just turned the corner after shaking off another one

You saw Kirishima, but he definitely didn’t see you, trying hard to look tough, but struggling to stand his ground

It quickly dawned on you that Kirishima didn’t have a quirk that could easily deal with the hostile device. And if he did, he was too scared to use it

You vetoed the idea of charging in head on first. You didn’t feel like getting yourself or Kirishima hurt. Especially without a plan. You needed to be smart about getting your only acquaintance out of this situation

Your heart raced and your execution was all but clean, but you ended up using your fire breath to weld the robot’s wheels to the concrete

Before you let your inhibitions get the better of you, you climbed the machine and punched out the camera on the front. From atop the beast, you hung your tail over the edge low enough for Kirishima to grab. You didn’t dare look down at the ground

“Dammit Eijiro, grab on!!”

Once you felt a weight on your tail, you used your wings to propel you both forward. Obviously, away from the robot

You were too high on adrenaline and fear to notice, but Kirishima stared at you like you were the embodiment of Heaven on Earth. The stars in his eyes almost seemed inappropriate for the situation 😅

You looked just as—if not more—afraid than he was. But, you seemed so okay with the fact that you weren’t fearless, and acted like a true hero anyway. He admired, dare I say loved that about you

And he didn’t even know your name

As soon as you found out that you and Kirishima were in the same class, you felt instant relief. At least you were familiar with someone at U.A.

You guys’ friendship developed rather fast, like and extrovert adopting an introvert

Kirishima quickly noticed how fast you opened up once you got comfortable around him, and loved you all the more for how bright and vibrant the unfiltered you was

He found himself picking up on your sense of humor, telling dad jokes you whisper under your breath to the Bakusquad (Much to Bakugou’s dismay 😅)

Don’t worry, he always gives you the credit 😉

As time went on, Kirishima learned to appreciate how blunt you were. He realized that he needed someone to tell it like it is (“It isn’t manly to sugarcoat things! 😤” he says)

And while Kirishima prefers physical activities over video games, he loves to hype you up while you play before classes

It was only natural a mutual crush would form :D

Kirishima finally worked up the guts to ask you out after the U.S.J. Incident

You and him had gotten separated (You had gotten trapped with the cold son of Endeavor. And you both took out the villains with an awe-inspiring display of fire and ice)

Kirishima was faced with the reality that either of you could lose each other at any moment. And while both of you came out alright, he realized he couldn’t be wishy-washy about his feelings for you

He told you on your way to school the next morning:

“Look. What happened yesterday really scared me. Normally, I wouldn’t say that, but I think you deserve to know. Because…you mean a lot to me!! More than I can put into words. I love when we have fun together, and I don’t know what I’d do with myself if I never got to tell you how I felt…”

“Basically…I like you!! Like…in the romantic way…”

Your early morning grumpiness dissipated almost instantly, replaced by momentary confusion and disbelief, then embarrassment and joy. Was this really happening…? The boy that took a chance on you since the beginning, confessed that he had feelings for you…? Even though you didn’t question your relationship, you always assumed the nice things Kirishima said, the way he looked at you, was all part of the pleasantries. You questioned if you were even worth all of that

‘But you are.’ The little voice Kirishima helped you develop said. ‘And he would say more if he didn’t look so embarrassed.’

And so, you accepted Kirishima’s confession. And he saw the sweetest smile you had ever given him since the first time he complimented your puns 😊❤️

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[🌌 There you go bud! That’s one matchup for the road. Hopefully it lasts for a while, but if it doesn’t, feel free to come back! I’d be thrilled to see you again.🌄] —Reagan