#Phonkha

[speaknow-sw]

NERFED! UNBURNT! VADER

A/N : sheer violence, no smut, just fighting, graphic descriptions of murders. Graphic descriptions of children deaths. Ex-Padawan! Reader even tho it’s not directly said. The idea came after watching the trailer of Darth Malgus in the old republic movie.

The first sign was the silence.

Not the panicked silence of retreat, not the organized stillness of troops awaiting orders—but the kind of suffocating voidthat falls when every living soul knows something unspeakable has arrived. The kind of silence that has weight. That chokes the air in your lungs before the screaming starts.

Then—metal buckled.

Not a door opening. Not breaching charges.

The entire blast gate—eight inches of reinforced durasteel—folded inward like it had been made of wet paper. The compound's reinforced walls groaned like a dying beast, power circuits frying under the strain. Lights stuttered. And then—

He stepped through.

No words. No commands. Just the slow, deliberate crunch of boots over shattered duracrete.

He was unmasked.

His face pale as ice, eyes two pits of infernal gold. No scars. No humanity. Just rage compressed into shape. His cloak billowed behind him, slow, heavy, purposeful—as if it too knew it followed death.

The first guards opened fire.

He didn’t raise a hand.

The bolts froze mid-air. One. Two. Five. Seven. Twelve. All of them suspended—then reversed, firing back into their senders. They screamed as their own blasters exploded in their hands, as bolts pierced necks and torsos with surgical precision.

Not a drop of blood touched him.

Then—he moved.

You saw only flashes. His saber igniting mid-stride, the hum a death knell. He sliced a rebel straight through the waist in motion—one clean arc, the body toppling in two halves before it could hit the floor. Another ran. Big mistake.

Vader dragged him back through the air, screaming, and crushed him mid-flight—ribs snapping like twigs. Another tried to plead, raising her hands, whispering "please—"

He split her from clavicle to hip. Kept walking.

The medbay was next.

He didn’t even stop. Just swept his arm—and the entire wall exploded inward, raining durasteel and flame. The wounded didn’t stand a chance. Beds turned to coffins. Medical droids caught fire and stumbled forward screaming in binary before collapsing.

By now, the base was in full retreat.

Too late.

The corridor trembled with kinetic Force. One squadron tried to seal a blast door—they almost made it. But Vader caught it mid-close. Froze it in place. Then—he ripped it off and hurled it like a discus. It sheared three soldiers in half.

You watched, helpless from a security monitor, as he walked through the carnage.

Not a soldier. Not a man.

A wraith, made of precision and hate.

When the flames flickered off his face—there was nothing behind the eyes but focus. Cold. Measured. Execution.

And then the feed went to static.

The blast doors rupture from the inside.

An explosion rocks the perimeter as a fireball tears through the southern wall of the hangar. You dive forward just in time, tumbling through a smog of dust and debris. Metal shrieks. Ceiling struts twist and collapse behind you. Another explosion — closer now — lights up the sky in flickering crimson.

He's here.

You rise slowly, heart pounding in rhythm with the chaos around you. Footsteps echo — slow, heavy, deliberate. Through the smoke, the silhouette emerges: Anakin Skywalker, or what’s left of him. No burns. No armor. Just black robes, leather gloves, a saber humming in his palm — and a stare colder than deep space.

His blade ignites. Blood-red.

You say nothing. Neither does he.

Then he charges.

He comes fast — faster than most Force wielders can think. His first strike is a diagonal cut meant to split your shoulder. You parry — barely. The force of it drives you backward through a pile of scrap droids. You twist, slide beneath his follow-up, and respond with a high strike. He catches your saber with his own and pushes, locking your blade, twisting your wrists until you’re forced to break away and leap.

You land on a scaffolding beam above. He doesn’t follow — not with his feet.

He uses the Force to launch himself — a black blur — flipping once in the air before slamming down where you stood. The beam collapses under him, sending metal and sparks in every direction. You roll onto a stack of crates as one explodes behind you.

Anakin emerges from the smoke — and smiles.

“You’ve gotten better.”

You don’t answer. You throw your saber like a spear — it spins end over end toward his chest.

He catches it with the Force, redirects it, and throws it back — not spinning, but a controlled javelin. You dive flat. The blade misses by inches and buries itself in the wall behind you.

He’s already above you again. His saber ignites mid-air. You scramble, pull your saber back to you with the Force, and swing upward just as he strikes. The blades clash, lighting the dark in a white-hot pulse.

He grits his teeth. “Fight me like you mean it.”

Another explosion rips through the hangar as a fuel line ruptures. Fire pours into the bay. The floor splits open behind you both, revealing the chasm below. He presses you toward it with strike after strike — short, brutal cuts, each one designed to break you down.

You flip backward, kick off a wall, and slash across his ribs. He twists unnaturally, evading it, and counters with a blast of Force energy that hurls you against a support column hard enough to crack the durasteel.

You’re stunned. He closes in.

“You can’t win,” he says. Not cruel — just matter-of-fact.

You wipe blood from your mouth. “I’m not here to win.”

You detonate the charges.

The ceiling explodes. Shards of alloy rain down. The platform beneath you both begins to collapse. He lunges, grabs your collar mid-fall, and pulls you both onto a maintenance rail above the firestorm. You crash together, blades locking inches from each other’s faces.

His eyes are gold.

You break the lock, kick off the wall, somersault behind him, and drag your saber across the air toward his spine. He spins, intercepts, and retaliates with a flurry of slashes so fast they blur.

He knocks your saber aside, drives his elbow into your jaw, and sends you sprawling into the last intact section of floor. You skid, roll, rise again, gasping.

He's already walking toward you.

Fires rage around you. Overhead, the roof caves. The facility is coming down — but neither of you care.

He lifts one hand. The floor tears upward, a slab of ferrocrete rising like a shield — and then he throws it. You slice through it mid-air, sprint forward, duck low, and punch his ribs just before your saber carves a line across his thigh.

He grunts. Barely. Then slams his forehead into yours.

The world tilts. You fall. He raises his saber.

And stops.

Not because of mercy. But because he wants you to see him win.

The hangar groans. Fire bursts through the fuel tanks behind you both. A final explosion rips through the structure — and the floor gives way.

You fall together into the smoke.

And the duel is far from over.

The smoke hasn't cleared.

You're running. You don't remember how you survived the collapse — maybe the Force, maybe dumb luck. Your lungs burn, cuts sting across your arms, but you keep moving through the skeletal corridors of the ruined base. Your saber is gone. Your limbs tremble. You barely make it to the lower hangar, where half the floor is buried in rubble and the emergency lights flicker red like bleeding veins.

Then — voices.

"Over here!"

You stumble into view, and three surviving rebels rush to you. One helps you up. Another clutches a blaster with both hands like it’s too heavy for him. You recognize them: Kai, Deren, Sol. Kids, really. Barely trained. Their faces are pale with ash, streaked with blood.

“We need to move—” you start, but the words die in your throat.

A low hum answers from the hallway behind you.

Not mechanical. Not from a machine.

A lightsaber.

You freeze. They don’t understand. Not yet.

Then it begins.

Vader enters the corridor — slow, steady, expression unreadable. His robes drag ash behind him. His saber is already ignited. The red blade hisses through the air like it wants to kill before he does.

“GO!” you scream.

But it’s too late.

Kai raises his blaster. A bold shot — dead center. Vader doesn’t deflect it.

He catches the bolt mid-air with the Force, turns it, and sends it through Kai’s eye. The body hits the ground instantly.

Deren panics. Opens fire wildly.

Vader walks forward through the barrage. Doesn’t even raise his saber. The bolts bounce off the rubble, the walls, sear past your shoulder. Then — a crack. Deren screams. His body seizes. He’s lifted into the air, arms spread, legs dangling.

Vader clenches his fist.

Deren folds inward on himself — bones shatter, spine bends the wrong way. He crumples like wet parchment and is tossed aside.

Sol runs.

Vader lets him.

You scream again, but your voice is nothing in this chamber of death.

Sol makes it ten meters before the saber spins out from Vader’s hand. It curves through the air like a serpent, slices through Sol’s spine, severs him in two, and returns to Vader’s palm before the body hits the floor.

The air tasted of iron and smoke.

You crawled behind the wreckage of a fallen transport, blood in your mouth, your vision split by a line of ash and sweat. The war-torn hangar groaned above you—beams creaked and sparks fell like dying stars. Around you, a dozen Jedi survivors—your cohort, the last of your cell—formed a circle. Burned robes, scorched skin, but still standing. Barely.

Then… silence.

And then he walked in.

Not with the weight of a machine. Not with the mechanical breath of the Sith Lord the galaxy had come to fear. This Vader—the unburnt one—was quieter. But somehow far worse.

He moved like a predator with the leash cut loose.

No armor. Just black robes layered like smoke around a frame that moved with the smooth, inhuman economy of a man who didn’t waste a single flicker of motion. The lightsaber ignited with no ceremony. A low, sharp hum. The red light spilled across the walls like a wound reopening.

“Vader,” whispered Master Deyor beside you, and he held his saber like a dying prayer.

The cohort formed a line. Twelve Jedi. Twelve sabers ignited, casting defiant blue and green halos into the scorched air.

He didn't stop walking.

They struck first—lightning arcs of precision and desperation. You saw Aral leap, saber spinning overhead—cut down mid-air. His scream choked on impact.

Three rushed him at once. They fought in sync—two masters and a knight. He folded them apart.

He didn't use flourishes. He didn’t show off. There was no acrobatics, no wasted bladeplay. He moved with the bleak, exact horror of someone who had dissected every style, mastered every form, and stripped combat to its coldest purpose: kill them quickly, and move on.

Saber to spine. Saber through throat. One slash — two bodies. He caught a blade in his hand, turned it with the Force, and slit its owner’s belly with it.

You heard your name. Deyor shoving you toward the exit.

“You run.”

“I can fight—”

“You run!”

You hesitated. One breath.

You saw Deyor charge.

You saw his hand sliced off mid-strike, his scream, and then the red saber punching through his sternum.

The sound it made when it exited his back stayed with you. A wet, sudden crack—like reality itself flinching.

And then Vader turned, face lit hellish in the saber’s glow, as if seeing you for the first time.

You bolted.

Behind you, your friends died. Not like warriors. Like prey.

He didn’t shout. He didn’t roar.

He didn’t need to.

Because the horror wasn’t in his strength. It was in his restraint.

Because this—this wasn’t the full power of Vader.

He wasn’t flinging ships. He wasn’t crushing skulls with a glance. He wasn’t bending the Force to tear the walls apart.

He was toying with them.

You ran.

Your boots slammed against metal. Every corner of the compound blurred past in frantic streaks of light and dust, red emergency strobes flashing like veins in the walls. The alarm screamed overhead, but it barely cut through the roar of your own heartbeat.

And then—you felt him again.

Closer.

The air behind you dropped—the temperature, the pressure, the very presence of the Force turned sour. He was gaining.

You rounded the corner, skidding on loose gravel, and flung your hand back.

A supply cart—loaded with power cells—whipped through the air toward him. It clanged against the wall as he stepped through it. Not around. Through. The metal burst apart, sparks raining off his shoulders, his robes hardly shifting.

Your eyes caught a coolant pipe overhead.

You ripped it down.

Gas hissed out in a scream of white fog, shrouding the corridor. You reached out and hurled two crates, a welder, and a half-torn droid chassis into the mist. It wasn’t about hurting him—it was about slowing him down.

You turned to run—just as the mist parted.

He was still there.

Unbothered.

His saber ignited again—blood-red, humming like a wasp nest in a tunnel—and cut each object in half with surgical calm. He didn’t even raise his other hand. Not until he leapt—

—at you.

You threw yourself forward just as a motor core exploded behind you, fire erupting across the ceiling. Shrapnel whistled like arrows. You hit the ground and turned, panting—and he landed in the fire.

Not a flinch.

The flames caught his silhouette like a god descending into Hell.

He stepped from the fire, robes scorched at the hem but untouched, the saber still alive in his hand.

You screamed and sent a shockwave through the floor. It buckled beneath him—but he jumped, faster than thought.

Clash.

His saber struck yours in a hiss of fury. The sound vibrated through your arms.

The impact slammed you both into a wall.

You gritted your teeth and shoved. He didn’t budge.

You tried to twist out from under him. He blocked, kicked your knee, and spun his blade—only for you to duck and swipe upward.

Crack.

Your saber carved a line across the plating above him. Sparks fell like dying stars between you.

He tilted his head.

Like he was bored.

You were shaking, drenched in sweat, lungs clawing for air. You kicked off the wall, broke the lock, and threw another engine block into the air with your mind.

He turned and sliced it in half mid-spin.

Two halves hit the walls, molten edges sizzling. The explosion rippled the floor.

And still—he came forward.

Like a storm that had no eye. Only force.

Only death.

You backed into the corridor’s end.

The compound exit was 30 meters ahead.

But he was now less than five paces from you.

The next second would decide if you lived or died.

Your lungs burned. Your legs were screaming. But your mind was clear—sharpened to a single, impossible edge: survive.

The compound gate burst open, and you didn’t stop running. The flat open stretch beyond was a nightmare—no cover, no shadows, no time.

But you saw it.

To the left—an anti-aircraft turret, half-buried in rubble from the last airstrike. Manual. Crude. But functional.

And armed.

You veered hard, sliding in the dirt, blaster fire cracking past your ear. A handful of other survivors had tried to make it to the transport ship, their boots hammering in every direction. You didn’t even look back.

You climbed.

Fingers scraped metal, knees slammed steel. You hauled yourself into the turret, turned the seat, powered it with a hard slam of the lever.

The hum rose.

You spun it toward the compound’s gaping entrance just as the shadow moved through it.

Him.

Vader.

Unmasked. Nerfed. Unburnt. But not less.

More terrifying than any Sith legend ever whispered. A creature of pure momentum and force, light eating around him.

You fired.

The turret screamed, high-powered blaster shots screaming across the dust. Red bolts tore the ground apart—chunks of earth exploded, air whipped back, the noise of death itself filling your skull.

You kept firing.

He dodged.

Every shot.

He weaved, twisted—not like a man, but like something evolved beyond one. He somersaulted through one stream, cutanother in half with his saber. The red blade flashed against the firestorm you were creating—and it was like he danced in war.

You screamed in fury, twisting the turret harder, and that’s when—

You heard the engine.

The survivors’ ship—your friends, comrades, your people—was rising, thrusters glowing, clawing into the sky.

A breath of hope.

Until he turned his head.

Mid-dodge, mid-sprint, deflecting your turret fire with one hand—he simply reached out.

Not toward you.

Toward the sky.

And you felt the Force shatter the air.

The ship screamed.

It groaned, metal screeching like an animal, its flight jerking sideways like a puppet with strings torn.

You watched, horrified, as it began to fall.

He brought it down.

The ship crashed in the distance with a roar that turned the sky orange. Fire bloomed behind the dunes. No screams. Just the silence of total destruction.

And he didn’t stop.

He walked forward—dodging the turret blasts even now, cloak torn and snapping like a banner in stormwind.

Your body froze.

Your soul—stopped.

Stormtroopers burst from the compound, spreading like ants, weapons raised.

But he raised one hand—still fighting, still walking toward you—and issued an order through his commlink, voice like a commandment:

“She’s mine.”

The troopers halted.

You were alone again.

With him.

Your hands trembled on the turret’s controls. You tried to fire again.

Too late.

He was already in the air.

Leaping, saber drawn—red death about to fall like a guillotine.

He lands on the turret like a meteor.

The entire structure bucks beneath his weight, metal shrieking in protest as your body is hurled backward by the shock. Sparks explode from the mount, and you scramble, slamming your shoulder into the panel to stay upright—but he’s already there.

He rips the hatch open with the Force—no hesitation, no theatrics. The panel tears off like paper, thrown into the sky. You’re exposed now, face to face with him.

You raise your saber—your fingers barely brushing the hilt on your belt.

But he grabs your wrist mid-draw. Tight. Bone-crushing. The breath flies out of your lungs.

His face is inches from yours.

Unmasked. Pale. Cut-glass features twisted in something far colder than fury: purpose. Determination with no hesitation. His eyes, molten gold, flicker over you—not in affection, not in hatred—just in calculation.

“You led them,” he says, voice low, like a fault line cracking.

You try to twist free.

He slams your back against the inner wall of the turret. The impact knocks the wind out of you. Metal dents behind your skull.

“They were going to escape,” he murmurs. Not a question.

You spit blood onto the floor. “They deserved to.”

His grip tightens. “They died because of you.”

He lets that truth hang. Like smoke in the air.

Then—he drops your arm.

Lets you go.

You stumble, blinking in confusion, pain firing up your side—but he steps back, saber still lit, the red glow carving shadows over your bruised face.

He doesn’t kill you.

Not yet.

He just says:

“You’ll live. So you remember exactly what I did today.”

Then—he leaps off the turret, cloak whipping behind him, and disappears into the smoke below, leaving you surrounded by ruin.

[darkopsiian]

Any phonk recommendations?

list of my personal favorites:

Bones (dxrk)

Murder in my mind (kordhell)

Killers from the northside (kordhell)

Osiris (kute & raizhell)

Tab (dxrk)

I'd kill for you (ogjayy)

Escort (nikitata)

Deathkrush (kordhell & sadfriendd)

Avoid me 1-3 (kute)

Slaughter house (phonkha & zecki) aka the Miros Vulture song

Fatality (kordhell)

Totalitarianism 2 (staysold) only listen too if angry

Psychopathic (angelplaya)

Petrunko funk (kute)

i can do surf music as well.

[shad-ade]

Miguel O’Hara Edit by SHAD-ade (me)

Song: SLAUGHTER HOUSE by Phonkha & zecki

[evilcokito]

✨a song you like to daydream to 🦢what made you start your blog?✨a movie you like to re-watch? 0v0

a song you like to daydream to?

✨✨✨ OMG A LOT, CANT PUT ONLY ONE...

"Agony" by Kotoko... the Kannazuki no Miko ending (love. Sam and Divus fighting for their love as the yuri ending.)

"SLAUGHTER HOUSE" by Phonkha x ZECKI (Gives me fight scene vibes. Jujutsu Kaisen edits broke my mind).

"Confusion" by NewOrder (vampire night club. Tecno Halloween).

"Strength." by abingdon boys school (Epic lose Angst Ending. Imagine all the TWST characters lying in the rubble of NRC having lost the fight like the Ending of Soul Eater).

what made you start your blog?

🦢🦢🦢 WHY IS THERE NOT ENOUGH ART FROM THIS MAN AAAHHH!!!!!!!!!

Many things. As the vast majority knows, I studied arts, and at the time my style was leading to something more "Academic" that has nothing to do with what I do here. Really missed drawing as a hobby and fun, but didn't have any free time. At the same time was very embarrassed to show my drawings (even to friends who had the same taste as me in anime or video games).

At one point got tired of all this, was very bored because it was quarantine and there was VERY LITTLE of that damn character without lore... and here i am. In a moment of reflection, I began to think that it was a problem not being able to show and feel confident about what liked to do most... which was drawing anime characters for simple fun.

Really wanted to feel confident in what I draw and at least give me the moment to have a little fun. Sam is just an excuse for all of this, but thank you very much to him for this that sounded cheesy and it's disgusting.

a movie you like to re-watch?

PERFECT BLUE- really love psychological movies and finding new metaphors every time re-watch it... like the use of the color red. Satoshi Kon was really crazy.

THIS IS LONG-

WHAT ABOUT YOU IDIA KISSER??? WHAT MUSIC DO YOU LIKE DAYDREAMING, WHY ARE YOU HERE? AND A MOVIE TO REWATCH!!!

From this ask game.

[princesspastel8]

Chapter 20

Third POV

Jeff is never one to feel jealousy. What reason would he have to be jealous of anything? Or anyone? Sure, people have more than him. In high school, he'd never paid much thought to the other students and how easy it was for them to make friends. He didn't want friends. He wanted to go unnoticed by all, kept in the shadows to fight the monstrous feelings of murder growing within him.

Unfortunately, his condition prevented such wishes. The killer was born with Albanism- a condition that causes a lack of pigmentation with the skin & hair. Luckily, he didn't have any eye problems or sensitivity to light. However, the attention he gained with this always kept him in an irritable mood.

The killer resulted in dying his hair inky black and opting to wear blue eye contacts to hide his bright color eyes, which are redish-pink in shade. These steps still didn't prevent endless bullying & fighting.

Upon meeting Eboni, Jeff couldn't help but relate to her. Her family was shit, school for her is shit, and she even shared her own skin condition. What drew the killer in was the fighting spirit mixed with this darkness hiding deep within her heart. Jeff only witnessed bits and pieces of that side surfacing, but it wasn't enough.

He wants her to fully let go - embrace all the sick & twisted things she desires to do and want. But something is holding her back. He just can't place his finger on it. Maybe it's her humanity? Or that her new foster parents are hardly home - which gives her another sense of freedom? Perhaps it's her new friends?

Jeff doesn't mind them. Scratch that - he finds them annoying yet familiar. He just can't figure out what, and that's what irks him. They're hiding something, both of them - something huge, but so is Eboni. Jeff has thought of killing them, but that would risk upsetting his toy... not that he cared. As long as they don't hog up her time when he's available to see her. He loathes, waiting after all.

Back to the jealousy topic. The reason this emotion is brought up is due to the sight unfolding within Jeff's eyes. His toy...decided to dress completely differently. The killer doesn't mind how the girl dresses if he's around. He has to admit...Eboni looks fucking hot.

"Fuck..." he groans under his breath as he watches her walk into the school.

The frustrating thing is the many sets of eyes staring at her, mostly guys eye-fucking her. This makes the killer furious. He wants nothing more than to gouge out all of their eyes. How dare they look at Eboni like they have a chance? They don't. Unfortunately, they don't know this, so before he loses his cool, he pulls out his phone and begins texting her.

Jeff would glance up from afar, grinning at her reactions to his words. He loves the way she would squirms just from his words. The fact that he can get her like this is enough to calm his temper, only a bit. Because of this, he orders Eboni to meet him behind the school- needing to release some frustration from the night before.

The smiling killer waits for her, growing impatient with each passing minute. Finally, he hears the bell ring for lunch and moves closer to the school - hiding behind a tree near the dumpster. While waiting, he hears a group of girls beginning to attack two random students.

Jeff sighs to himself, rolling his eyes. Bullies. He can't stand them. Sure, he has his issues, but he never once resulted in bullying just to feel better about himself - granted, he is a serial killer now, but still. He didn't bother to interfere until one of the bullies shout 'fresh meat'.

The smiling killer peeks from behind the tree, eyes widening for two reasons. One, Eboni is being targeted. And two, the one who spoke earlier is the person he's supposed to kill today. This can get ugly really, really fast.

He watches as Eboni drops her bag, preparing for a fight. He hears her mumble something about her nails, and he can't help but chuckle at that. This girl is about to get jumped, but she's more concerned about her nails.

"So damn girly..." he sighs, reaching in his pocket about to pull out his knife.

As the killer slowly moves from behind the tree, he notices her two friends step in on her behalf. Jeff quickly moves back behind the tree, clicking his tongue as he grows frustrated again. The smiling killer can't understand why, but he's upset that her friends stepped in instead of him. It should've been him.

Regardless of that, he finds out some rather interesting information. This Taylor girl is a part of this gang and was once a part of that group of bullies. Jeff is beginning to become more annoyed. Why would slenderman send him to kill this gang member? Why him of all his proxies? The faceless creature is clearly hiding something. Jeff can only hope that he doesn't know about Eboni.

The commotion soon dies down, and both groups go their separate ways. He sighs heavily, hating that Eboni's friends once again got in the way of him seeing her. Due to his growing anger, he decides to follow his target off of school grounds - keeping himself hidden within the woods.

He clicks his tongue, noticing how these three girls never seem to separate from one another. Jeff did take note that this target seems way too cocky. He grins, and this behavior will be used to his advantage. The smiling killer begins to develop a strategy on taking her out once the group begins walking into an open area within the woods.

As the sun starts to set, Jeff smiles in excitement as the other two girls finally walk away. He has no idea how long they'll be gone, so he has to make this quick. The teen turns from Jeff's direction, reaching into her pocket, and pulls out a lighter and a pack of cigarettes.

Step after step. The smiling killer slowly stalks towards his target, his knife drawn. The girl places the cigarette onto her lips, flicking at her lighter- groaning in annoyance when a flame doesn't appear. But when it does, the teen is met with a knife lodged from the back of her throat.

Jeff's smile stretches as he yanks the knife out, kicking the girl onto the ground. He turns her onto her back, moving on top of her with his knife raised in the hair. The fear in her eyes only makes his bloodlust grow. Jeff places his free hand over the teen's mouth, relishing in the sounds of her choking on her own blood.

He leans down, enjoying the life quickly draining from her eyes. "No one...fucks with my toy. Now, Go. To. Sleep!" He shouts, beginning to stab her multiple times in random places.

The smiling killer begins cackling, blood covering his hands and the lower half of his hoodie. As he begins to marvel over his handy work, he hears rabid footsteps coming towards him. Jeff's smile remains as he springs to his feet, dashing away from the crime scene. His laughs grow more sadistic upon the sounds of the other two teens screaming in horror from the distance.

Jeff wishes he could do more, kill more- kill them. This high, this high of taking a life is unbeatable - better than any and all drugs. Nothing can compare.. except -

The killer finds himself staring up at Eboni's bedroom window, not hesitating to climb up towards it. Quickly and quietly, he opens her bedroom window, stepping inside and closes it behind himself. Jeff hears voices coming from downstairs, making him groan in irritation.

Not only did Eboni disobey him, but she also ditched him for her 'friends'. Jeff can't help but become angry. He desperately wants to kill them so he can have Eboni all to himself, but he holds back- moving to hide inside her closet. Jeff leaves the door cracked just a bit to see within Eboni's room.

The killer waits and waits... and waits, becoming impatient with each passing minute. He allows anger to take control, thinking about all the ways he's going to unleash them onto the teen. He moves deeper into the closet, grabbing her box full of sex toys. He opens the box, not caring about his bloody hands staining everything he touches.

Once he pulls out all the things he plans on using, he hears Eboni enter her room and shut her door- locking it. The killer watches her undress, feeling his sadistic nature scratch & poke at his skin. He frowns, remembering all those guys staring at her earlier today. That jealousy mixing with his sadistic nature is a recipe for disaster. When Eboni reaches for the doorknob, the killer springs out- grabbing her wrist and slamming her body on the wall beside the closet.

"Told you this before princess, I hate fucking waiting."

[tameable50]

FUCKING VIBE.

you sure do have a taste in music

[fairdia]

phonkha - wrath

[luminxus555]

LUMINXUS' SHIFTMAS ANSWERS!

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*cracks knuckles* alrighty then you lot are you ready for a MERRY SHIFTMAS??? because I sure as hell am

I dont know if Im doing this right or if I was supposed to start it in november when this was posted but oh well

#1. christmas caroling ;

WOO BOYY Ive been waiting for so long to be able to talk about songs that remind me of my dr!! So fun fact all of my IRs have songs that I associate with them and I just love them sn they have a special place in my heart.

Butt for now Ill be answering for my gravity falls IR!! (I may change which IRs I answer this for but Ill try to stick to just one ^^)

Ill write the songs in order of how much they remind me of my IR !

The songs that remind me of this IR are..:

Opinions - CG5

Little dark age- MGMT

Slaughter house - Phonkha x zecki

WARNING- MC ORSEN (I know, crazy songs for a cartoon lol)

The adults are talking- The strokes

Bad Habit- Steve Lacy

we fell in love in october- girl in red (I swear Im not fruity yall)

Cola- Camelphat & elderbrook

The most special ones are Opinions and Little dark age! Ill explain why below !

Little Dark Age- I feel like this song has been with me through my whole shifting journey lmao. Ever since I discovered it and even now, it just kept lingering around me. Especially since when I first made my Gravity Falls script the "open-eyed" part of the song was trending which is rather fitting for this show right?

Opinions- THIS ONES WILD because I esentially was addicted to it when I was little (youtube animation meme era...) and then I forgot entirely about it. I only stumbled upon it a while after I made my gravity falls script and memories came in flooding through because when I was little I would literally listen to this song and imagine myself to be in GRAVITY FALLS. (I desperately wanted to be a fan of it but I could never catch the episodes on TV loll)

but COINCIDENCE?? I THINK NOT!! COINCIDENCE DOESNT EVEN EXIST LMFAOO

And the rest are just songs that were floating around when I first made my script, or from edits of gravity falls I used as motivation ^^

HAPPY SHIFTMAS EVERYBODY!! ❤💚

𝟐𝟓 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐅𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐒. ❆ ⋆⁺₊❅ .

a series of questions for the days leading up to christmas for shifters!! Some of these questions are Christmas specific and others aren’t, feel free to answer what you want and how you want, ex. moodboards, short answers, longs answers. And if you’d like, you can reblog so it reaches more shifters. Merry Christmas and Happy Shifting :) post tags are #shiftmas #shiftmas2024 tagged: @arishifter

⌗ 𝟏. christmas caroling ; What are a few songs that remind you of your dr? Why?

⌗ 𝟐. gingerbread houses ; What does your house look like in your dr? Who do you live with? What is your favorite aspect of your house?

⌗ 𝟑. eggnog ; What is some drama going on in your dr?

⌗ 𝟒. sledding ; What does a hang out with you friend group look like? Where do you go? Who is your friend group?

⌗ 𝟓. snowman ; What is your OOTD? (outfit of the day)

⌗ 𝟔. stockings ; What is your family like? What are your relationships with different members? Any extended family? Who is visiting for Christmas?

⌗ 𝟕. candy canes ; What gives you dr euphoria? (like gender euphoria but for your dr…)

⌗ 𝟖. mistletoe ; Who is your s/o? What is your dynamic and how do you spend time together? Are you two doing something special for the holiday?

⌗ 𝟗. snowflakes ; What are some headcannons you have about people in your dr?

⌗ 𝟏𝟎. icicles ; What is your occupation in your dr? Your coworkers? (Or if student, your classmates?) What is your favorite and least favorite aspect of your occupation?

⌗ 𝟏𝟏. tree skirt ; How did you find out about shifting? What was your first dr and what is your main dr now?

⌗ 𝟏𝟐. ornaments ; What are some objects you have in your dr that you don’t in your cr? Why do you have them in your dr?

⌗ 𝟏𝟑. sleigh bells ; Are there any priveleges you have in your dr that you don’t in your cr? What are they?

⌗ 𝟏𝟒. cookie cutters ; What are some smells that remind you of your dr? Why?

⌗ 𝟏𝟓. elf on the shelf ; who is your main wingman/women/person? What is your dynamic? What do you guys do when you hang out?

⌗ 𝟏𝟔. wrapping paper ; What is your favorite way to script? Why is it your favorite way?

⌗ 𝟏𝟕. gift tags ; What is your camera roll like in your dr? (photos or just describe it)

⌗ 𝟏𝟖. snowballs ; What is a silly scenario you are looking forward to in your dr?

⌗ 𝟏𝟗. mittens ; What are your hobbies in your dr? How do you usually spend your down time?

⌗ 𝟐𝟎. ice skates ; What is your ideal date in your dr? (friends or s/o)

⌗ 𝟐𝟏. coal ; What is something unpleasant you have/have to experience in your dr? Why are you not looking forward to it?

⌗ 𝟐𝟐. tinsel ; What is something fun or random you have scripted? (ex. Thundersnow is more common, you have a ring that allows you to read minds, you have good luck with thrifting, you’re good at gambling.)

⌗ 𝟐𝟑. fir tree ; What are some traditions you have in your dr but not your cr? Why?

⌗ 𝟐𝟒. hot cocoa ; put together a moodboard of your dr or you in your dr

⌗ 𝟐𝟓. christmas ; How are you spending your christmas? Who with? What might be some gifts you are giving and to who?

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[roishadow55]

On a besoin de vous comme sur tiktok on va bien s’amuser

[siren-darkocean]

Songs that fit the Ice Toa series

⚠️ Spoilers of Characters warning ⚠️

Sapphira

Shatter Me (Lindsey Stirling)

Shadows (Lindsey Stirling)

Crystalize (Lindsey Stirling)

Lost Girls (Lindsey Stirling)

Sunflower (Post Malone ft. Swae Lee)

Painted Faces Remix (Trickywi)

Breakout (Cyroshell)

Closer to the Truth (Cryoshell)

Mata Nui

Elements (Lindsey Stirling)

Legendary (Skillet)

We Are As One (Bayonetta 3)

Regret Message (English Cover)

Ride (Presence)

Night, I Stand (Bayonetta Bloody Fates)

Mysterious Destiny (Bayonetta Bloody Fates & Bayonetta 1)

Ackar

Go The Distance (Peyton Parrish)

My Songs Know What You Did In the Dark (Fall Out Boy)

Phoenix (Fall Out Boy)

Just Like Fire (P!nk)

Stars Align (Lindsey Stirling)

Sonne

Riot (Hollywood Undead)

Kiina

Queen Bee (Rochelle Diamond)

Dreams Dreams Sweet Snow Version (NiGHTS Journey or Dreams)

American Horror Show (Snow White)

Master of Tides (Lindsey Stirling)

Shut Up and Drive (Rihanna)

Raise Your Glass (P!nk)

Cardigan (Emotional Oranges)

Gresh

Locked Out of Heaven (Bruno Mars)

Fly Me To the Moon Lullaby Ver (Bayonetta Origins: Cereza and The Lost Demon)

Dance of The Moonlit Jellies (Stardew Valley)

Nightmare (NateWantsToBattle)

We Fell in Love in October (Girl in Red)

Heartbeat (Childish Gambino)

Song of the Caged Bird (Lindsey Stirling)

Berix

Parents (Yungblud Ft. Chloe)

Monster (Paramore)

Bullet (Hollywood Undead)

Gravity Hurts (Cryoshell)

Thunder (Imagine Dragons)

Something Wild (Lindsey Stirling Ft Andrew McMahon in the Wilderness)

Dragon Age (Lindsey Stirling)

Toa Glatorian (Together/Fully Formed)

As Above, So Below (Cryoshell & Essenger)

Bye Bye Babylon (Cryoshell)

Elements Dubstep Mix (Lindsey Stirling)

Make a Man out of You (Peyton Parrish)

Connect (Ama Lee)

Toa Celeste

Toa Hyria

Slaughter House (Phonkha & ZECKI)

Toa Irene

Fertile Roland (Bayonetta 3)

Toa Eric

Dernière Danse (Indila)

Toa Chaosis

Ainsi Bas La Vida (Indila)

Toa Clara

Pretty Girl Era (LU KALA)

Roodaka

No Other Way (Simon Gribbe)

Roxy Nui (Icy Eclipse ver.)

Spider Woman Theme (Across the Spider Verse)

Haunted (Evanescence)

Addict (Anna ft. Caleb Hyles)

Addict Metal (Jonathan Young & Cristina Vee)

Follow the Light/Mask of Time (Legends of Metru Nui)

Lhikan Theme Sketch *DVD Menu* (Legends of Metru Nui)

On My Own (Ashes Remain)

Kohli Tournament (Mask of Light)

Where Do We Go (Lindsey Stirling)

Don't Let This Feeling Fade (Lindsey Stirling)

Freak the Freak Out (Victoria Justice)

Ella/Midnight

A Dream is a Wish Your Heart Makes (Cinderella)

Lavender's Blue Dilly Dilly (2015 Cinderella)

A Million to One (Camilla Cabillo)

A Million to One Reprise (Camilla Cabillo)

How Does a Moment Last Forever (2017 Beauty and The Beast)

Days in The Sun (2017 Beauty and The Beast)

Sapphira & Mata Nui

Rain's Ballad/Eda's Requiem Vocal Cover (The Owl House/Linferno)

Where Do We Go (Lindsey Stirling)

Closer to The Truth (Cryoshell)

We Are As One (Bayonetta 3)

ZITTI E BOUNI & SHUN TikTok Mix

Sapphira & Teridax

Strider Theme (Bayonetta 3)

Queen Butterfly Theme (Bayonetta 3)

Garden Wall (Flower Tale Song)

Livin on a High Wire (Lemonade Mouth)

Ella/Midnight & Makuta

Beauty and The Beast (2017 Beauty and The Beast)

A Million to One/Could've Been Me Mix (Amazon Original Cinderella)

Roxy & Matoro

Revenant 2021 Remaster

Alejandro (Lady Gaga)

Fearless (Lost Sky ft. Chris Linton

Toa Mata/Nuva & Takanuva

After The Blackout (The Fold)

Ghost Whip (The Fold)

May edit in the future

[jayple-syrup]

tagged by @the-real-dev, thank you <33!! ooh man this seems interesting, OKAY lets do this!! >:)

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> last song: SLAUGHTER HOUSE - Phonkha, zecki

> favorite color: PURPLE. and also black and brown !!

> last show: lego monkie kid with dev <333

> sweet/spicy/savory: salty & savory 4 the WIN. sometimes spicy too

> relationship status: TAKEN by the best bf in the world ^-^

> last thing i googled: "how do i open my drafts on tumblr" and "what does dashboard mean on tumblr" (i was struggling.)

> current obsession: most recent are LMK, making character profile templates, aandd my ocs from payback ☆

> tags: @wisteraaa @asthercore (thats everyone i know who hasnt been tagged yet </3)

Nine people I'd like to get to know better

Tagged by @meghawhopp <33

Last song: Down by the River by Borislav Slavov from the Baldur’s Gate 3 Soundtrack (or more specifically the cover of Down by the River by Nerissa Ravencroft)

Favorite color: Blue and purple!

Last movie/TV show: Seinfeld, I’m currently on season four!

Sweet/spicy/savory?: I have a huge sweet tooth, so sweet things

Relationship status: Single

Last thing I googled: I searched up the show “Arthur” because I was trying to find that one meme where Buster was like “You really think someone would do that, just go on the internet and spread lies?”

Current obsession: Fragaria memories and tears of themis mostly^^

Tag Nine People: @kyaruun @xinieeee @deadmansbistro @florapot @hunita812 @scuffle-with-spirals @rexonalapis @maxellera @manicpixiedoomedgirl

[bazilisk]

Enjoyable Songs new to S.B. Kates - December 2022

This month's playlist starts out very relaxed, before it gets sad and emotional, eventually turning into an intense, sweaty rave. This month the genres are mostly indie pop, synth pop, and electronic music.

These are all songs which are new to me this month, which I enjoyed. They're not all actually new releases - some older tracks end up in here if I haven't heard them before this month.

Fireside - John Mark Nelson, Tancred, & Jenny Owen Youngs - I can't ignore the season. Merry worst-season-of-the-year to you. At least firelight is pretty, like this sparkling song.

There'd Better Be a Mirrorball - Arctic Monkeys - I mostly like the title and the chorus. Can we at least have a Disco if we're both getting miserable? Fits the real vibes of winter for me.

Casual - Chappel Roan - This month's lyrical theme is apparently relationship problems. This story about a greedy partner who wants things 'casual' but who is clearly using the girlfriend for one-sided emotional support sounds like a story I've seen in real life before.

Unconditional - Magdalena Bay - Listening to the album this track is on is like splashing into a pool lit by pastel lights during a weed-scented party. Vaporwave must never die.

God Turn Me Into a Flower - Weyes Blood - I just found this artist this week, and dove into her whole catalog. I feel foolish for missing out on her. Reminds me of what I love about Joni Mitchell, but more relaxed.

666 - Jeremy Messersmith - the party is starting to get more lively, now that the perpetually late Satanists show up. They brought hummus! And instrumentals that remind me of The Squirrel Nut Zippers' anachronistic smorgasbord.

Joy - Mikey Mike - I connected to this one based on its lyrics about the choice of going into parenthood, a topic that's been on my mind lately.

Smoking Weed Alone - Tegan and Sara - Repetitive, exhausted verses about the fatigue and emotional exhaustion of a thoughtful, melancholy breakup. Check this whole album out.

Bejeweled - Taylor Swift - I tried to get into Taylor Swift last year, but I ran into a shallow distaste of the country music genre. It's a musical milieu I just have little connection to. This album seems to be more in the style of synth-pop, which I relate to much more. The mobile game sound effects of this track charmed me.

Raspberry Blush - Chromeo - A new entry from my favorite living synthpop duo. Still funky and sweet after all these years.

Baby Powder - Bandingo Ygne - if you've ever wondered whether or not "Hello! Ma Baby", a tinpan alley song written in 1899, could be sampled as the base of a modern hiphop track, here is your answer.

Slaughter House - Phonkha & zecki - get out the glowsticks, and put on your stompy industrial-goth boots, it's time to experience a crunchy, hard-hitting EBM track that's been making the rounds in various remixes on TikTok.

Tibet - Artbat, Argy & Zafrir - The Monk Chant Dance Track Trend Continues in this trance song. Feel the fake spirituality wash over your internet-cursed brain.

Dance With Me - Sunny Lax - an uplifting vocal trance track that reminds me of the summers and dance floors of simpler times.

Off the Ground - Sub Focus - This track is an example of exactly what I love about great trance songs. It makes me feel like I'm floating upwards under my own power. I can NOT sit still when I hear the break.

GMT (Jamie xx Remix) - Oliver Sim & Jamie xx - a house song, which slowly builds around a lonesome vocal. Long distance relationships are so hard. Did you think we were done with sad relationship songs back in the indie pop section?

[batemansluvrr]

𝑀𝐴𝑆𝑇𝐸𝑅𝐿𝐼𝑆𝑇 !

Introduction :

Hello cutie! Welcome to my Masterlist. Here You’ll find Patrick Bateman and/or Christian Bale stuff (one-shots, news and my main story). Everything in this page is made by me, except news. If you want to ask something, go ahead!

Enjoy your reading!

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Main story : Innocence

Summary: You just wanted to see new people and your girl best friend, Evelyn, helps you find new friends, but something changes when Patrick Bateman starts to be part of your life.

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One-shots :

Summary: Just some scenarios that came to my mind when I’m horny for him. (24/7)

— Unfair

— Playing dangerous

— What is love?

— Why so serious?

— Intriguing desire

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Fluff :

— Wicked game

— The darker days

— Cherry lipstick

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Songs I use for inspo:

Tame Impala - New Person, Same Old Mistakes

Tame Impala - Borderline

New Order - Blue Monday

Depeche Mode - Enjoy The Silence

Depeche Mode - Question of Time

PASTEL GHOST - DARK BEACH

The Neighborhood - Softcore

Siouxxie Sixxsta - Keygen.exe

Doja Cat - So high

Eyedress - Jealous

Doyalike - KazeWiW

MGMT - My Dark Age

Mr. Kitty - After Dark

Lana del Rey x The Weeknd - Stargirl Interlude [Full ver.]

Lana del Rey - You can be the boss

Lana del Rey - Shades of cool

Lana del Rey - Ultraviolence

Lana del Rey - Smarty

Lana del Rey - Playing dangerous

Mareux - The Perfect Girl

Portwave - Shadow Lady

Ari Abdul - Babydoll

ThxSoMch - SPIT IN MY FACE!

Phonk:

Phonkha - SLAUGHTER HOUSE

MoonDeity - NEON BLADE

INTERWORLD - METAMORPHOSIS

PlayaPhonk - Phonky Town

KORDHELL - Murder in my mind

[sleepsty]

> ...there we go? Do you have any ideas or POVs for it? <

[time: 135 minutes]

[character: Tobias Erin Rogers (mostly fanon design]

< I drew it with my fingers, is it even ok? >

[cero-sleep]

🎵and 🙃? - @clxckwork-sun-n-moon

🎵 From my gotta go fast playlist lol

🙃 I once learned in Zoology class that flatworms sword fight with their wieners to decide their role when mating :0