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[deadboyswalking]

The Prince And His Reflection

[One of the horror stories from “Tales From Halloween: An Anthology”] 

Prince Shouto shivered, the cold air of the approaching winter cutting through his thick cloak as he made his way home through the woods. Even though he was usually a fan of winter, the lonesome journey on the frigid, clear night made him long for his warm bed, his cat, and a hot cup of tea.

He held his lantern further aloft as he carried on, the new moon leaving the woods even darker than usual, so dark that even his lantern barely penetrated the unmarked footpath in front of him. Though, as a skilled warrior, Shouto was perfectly capable of defending himself from the common cutthroats and bandits on the main road, he wasn’t exactly supposed to be sneaking out at night. The king would be angry if he found out, and his father’s wrath was something Shouto would rather avoid.

The twists in the path were hard to see, and it wasn’t long before Shouto found himself in a beautiful grotto with an unfamiliar waterfall, gleaming in the dark as the waters tumbled down to the small, dark pond under it. Shouto’s eyes widened with wonder and he stumbled forward, as if hypnotized. In the lamp’s light, the clear water showed his reflection perfectly, though the flickering flames and rushing water apparently distorted the image. Mirror Shouto seemed to… smile at him, and Shouto himself was not smiling. Childishly, the prince held up a hand and waved; the reflection waved back, of course, as reflections do.

He laughed at his own foolishness, getting scared of a trick of the light, and turned away from the waterfall to trace his way back to the correct path. The odd hold it had had over him had vanished like smoke, but Shouto immediately noticed something was off when he exited the grotto. He could hear the animals, the insects, the rustling wind, all of the ordinary sounds of the forest washing over him like cool fog.

It was at that moment he realized that despite the free-flowing water, the grotto had been dead silent, not even the sound of Shouto’s heartbeat and breathing able to break through the tranquility.

A shiver ran down his spine; the cold, perhaps.

Or perhaps something else.

Subconsciously, Shouto touched the sword at his hip, assured of its sharp steel, and lifted the lantern higher. The path. He had to find his way back to the path. Feet aching in his boots, he kept his eyes fixed on the ground. Was it two curves left, and then one right? Or two rights and a left? The tree, where was the ancient pine tree with the carving in the center?

Shouto…

The prince’s breath caught in his chest at the sound of the whisper, so quiet and yet so close he could practically feel it against his nape. He whipped around frantically, the lamp casting new shadows in the seclusion of the midnight forest, trying to keep his heart calm as he stared into the endless black that surrounded him.

He was alone.

Shouto was so very tired, it must have been his imagination. Yes, just his imagination. He tried to focus, finding the correct twist on the path and continuing home, the looming silhouette of the ancient pine in the far distance. He had apparently wandered farther than he’d thought to end up in that strange, silent grotto.

Shouto…

“Who’s there?” he shouted, searching for a vagabond who did not appear before his eyes.

Shouto….

“Path.. where’s the path?” Shouto cried out, looking down to see the way had disappeared, gone as if it had never existed. The hair on the back of his neck stood up as a whispering laugh passed across it, like a caress from a dead man’s hand.

Mother hated you, didn’t she, Shouto? Isn’t that why she ruined your pretty face?

His heart beat a rapid tattoo against his ribs and Shouto broke into a run, mismatched eyes fixed on the tree that seemed to get smaller and smaller as he approached it, a perversion of the way things should be, by all natural logic.

Ah, sweet Shouto, but it wasn’t really her, was it? It was him, it was always him. I know you, Shouto.

“You know nothing!” Shouto yelled back at…it.

The whisper, the voice was so intimately familiar, it almost sounded like… no, no, that was impossible! Shouto stopped dead in his tracks.,

Or, at least, he tried to, finding himself pulled forward by that same hypnotic magnetism.

The world went silent again as the divine grotto came into his sight.

He’s the reason Mother’s under the lake.

Shouto stumbled forward, tripping over his own feet as he tried to pull away.

I’ve seen your dreams, Shouto, all that beautiful blood that waltzes through your mind in the night, in the dark.

“Th-that’s not-” Shouto stuttered, the waterfall like a river of ink in front of him, illuminated only by the gradually dimming light of his lantern as the candle burned down to the wick.

Not you?

“Yes,” Shouto gulped.

Oh, but it is you, Shouto. The real you. And so am I.

The lantern flared bright and Shouto nearly dropped it when he beheld the horrific reflection before him, its hands and arms soaked in the vivid crimson that dripped off his sword, a golden crown at its feet.

He was sick, he was going to be sick.

Home, he wanted his room and his bed and his cat and his tea, wanted to be out of these freezing woods and away from the things that slithered and whispered in the dark.

He whirled around, tried to run, tried to break the hold the devil’s grotto held over him.

Strong hands clasped his wrists, coated in an odd mixture of sticky wet and cracking dry.

The last thing Prince Shouto saw before the candle went out was his own face, spattered thoroughly with blood, the rapidly congealing ruby cut through with an unseeing blank stare and a manic grin that threatened to split it in two.

Shouto screamed.

                                           👑👑👑👑👑

Shouto awoke in his bed, his cat curled up on his chest, as usual. He gently lifted her off amid many complaints and stretched, yawning as he blinked himself awake in the early morning light. Funny, he didn’t remember getting home last night…

There was a commotion in the courtyard below, audible even through Shouto’s window, Sir Iida Tenya’s tense voice shouting instructions at the other royal guards. Frowning, Shouto slid out of bed and went to the window to see what the raucous noise at such an early hour was all about.

The blood drained from his pale face as he saw the set of crimson handprints on his windowsill.

Sticky wet.

Cracking dry.

And as he placed his own trembling hands over them, they matched perfectly.

[sfiyayaya]

lololol

[puppyaulait]

Streamer/YouTuber AU

[eventually27]

Me reading fanfics when i should be asleep 💀

[the-kinning-hour]

I like to think about the impact that being isolated as a teen had on Shigaraki as a person.

I don’t mean angst, not understanding his own feelings or awkward social life. I mean that he definitely has gotten most of his non-hero related facts about society and people from the internet.

imagine; Shigaraki genuinely not understanding the concept of gender or sexuality because he’s only ever seen it discussed in reddit debates. He is baffled when he meets Magne but accepting. That night he searches “how to support trans employee professional easy”

Shigaraki asking Quora, “Why is my father so insistent on me making friends? It makes me uncomfortable. I don’t like people.” And having 20 moms in his replies telling him to get out of his room and join clubs

Shigaraki not knowing basic things about women (seeing as he was not raised around any) and awkwardly googling the phrase “PMS-ing” when Toga complains about cramping, expecting it to be teenage slang and instead going down the rabbit hole of the horrific experience of periods

Shigaraki not knowing why Sako is bowing his head toward Kurogiri and saying “itadakimasu” every time he eats with the League and wondering if the magician is trying to usurp his spot as Kurogiri’s favorite via boot licking

Shigaraki taking a “Do you have autism” quiz on Quotev and expressing his concerns to Kurogiri at 2 am when he scores 100% (he doesn’t know what autism even is)

Overall, I think people don’t take advantage of how funny it could be to interact with the ultimate antisocial dweeb Shigaraki who has a total of zero normal experiences

[superbfirnacho]

Please look at this account

This account is @antiproshipper

They go extremally in depth on proshipping and the harm it can cause on young people and people in general.

(Tw for mentions of grooming, pedophilia, incest, and proshipping)

Go to the arguments and guide section.

Im asking you from the bottom of my heart to share this with people, it has some of the best explanation and arguments against proshipping that I could ever put into words.

Please only reblog if you feel comfortable to.

[moodyvoid]

Imagine Horikoshi just reboots the bnha series as a horror manga

[peterokii]

[noctemmortiszine]

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[marronje]

В объятиях ангела такая жуть...

MARIA KON – Игла

[evilrwbyfan]

[herbarimoon]

Adding a rotten cheek to my Halloween Katsuki design is the best decision ever

[shima-draws]

Me? Drawing Tododeku for the first time since *checks calendar* APRIL of LAST YEAR???

[giugrapic]

The prompt for this one was: Monster

I tried to get a horror comic vibe, what do you guys think????

[puppyaulait]

Spinneraki streamer AU