#dude has night terrors and can't sleep

[illiaccrest]

You know what else Aventurine needs is a nap buddy.

[bettyfrommars]

Okay but what about something smutty about Eddie being your sleep paralysis demon?? He’s coming by to visit and terrorize you, but once he sees his delicious you are, wants to have a different kind of fun?

18+ONLY, sleep paralysis, nightmares, satire, no smut (ILY I'm sorry) just a wee blurb

Nightmare Factory Masterlist

Eddie is your sleep paralysis demon, but he's really bad at it.

He's new to the gig; he was sent there on assignment from The Nightmare Factory. It's just another job to pay the bills, one that he doesn't take too seriously. On the first day, he has this heart-in-his-throat moment when he sees you, and then he immediately feels guilty that he's slinking around in your room at night while you sleep. Life for a professional Sleep Paralysis Demon (SPD certified) is, indeed, a lonely one. It's a lot of lurking and longing, and he's starting to realize that he might not be cut out for it.

But then, one night, he's sitting on the side of your bed, telling you about his day in soft whispers that he thought you would never hear, when your eyes fly open.

He stands up to apologize, but all you see is a faceless, shadow figure standing at the end of the bed, watching you.

You try to scream, but no sound comes out. You try to wake up, but it feels like you already are, and panic sets in.

Eddie takes a few steps toward you, moving his hands, trying to explain. "Listen I know this is weird but hear me out---I'm not here to hurt you. This is just a job, that's all it is, and if they didn't send me, they would've sent some other dude. Not to sound like a creep or anything but I like you and--"

But all you hear is this loud shrieking, like a banshee wail, as the thing shuffles closer. You try to move, but your limbs feel like they are stuck in concrete.

Eddie takes a few more steps, getting right up by your head to look down at you, willing you to understand him. "I'm not trying to freak you out, okay, I promise, but I've been working up the courage to say that I like coming here to hang out with you. I just wish we knew how to communicate because I think we'd have a lot in common."

The dark figure is screaming in your face, right above you, and inside your head you are begging for it to leave you alone.

Eddie hears a whimper come out of your throat as if you are trying to scream and he realizes maybe this approach isn't working, and so he backs up. "Hey, hey, it's okay, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'm going to wake you up now, okay? It's all good sweetheart, here we go, let me help you..."

You wake up choking on a frightened sob, and then you scramble to flick the bedside light on, gasping, on the verge of tears. You sit up in bed and pull the covers to your chin, eyes darting around the empty room, trembling.

Above you, Eddie floats on the ceiling, apologizing in a voice too low for any human ears to hear.

Later, back at the Nightmare Factory headquarters, he puts in his SPD resignation, citing emotional damage. A bummer in more ways than one, since those two months of SPD training were down the drain.

He goes to stand in front of the message board, to look at the job openings he could apply for. He can't help but wonder which one of the available nightmare positions would get him closer to you.

[lefaystrent]

Friendly Neighborhood Criminals

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Pairings: platonic Patton/Dark Sides

Summary: Sweet, adorable, mild-tempered Patton who's just beginning to come out of his shell and learn that the world maybe does not in fact hate him for being born... has now been taken under the wings of some well-meaning criminals.

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Patton can't quite figure out how he ended up here.

Well, he knows he's in his apartment. He had saved up for months just to afford the deposit. And the landlord had been so sweet to take a chance on him with his credit, or lack thereof. Now he has a space of his own, a one bedroom with hardwood floors he can slip and slide on socked feet. He can go to the fridge when he wants and not be yelled at for eating the food or drinking the water.

And sometimes! Sometimes a black and white kitty cat roams the front steps. Patton's fairly certain it belongs to one of the neighbors, and she wears a collar. He's not supposed to pet cats because of his allergies, but he likes to let her rub her sides against his pants leg while he talks to her. It's nice because she doesn't tell him to shut up or tell him he's stupid or call him ungrateful.

This apartment is his new chance at life. A slice of freedom. And he's proud of it.

But then one night, three men break into his apartment. They probably think he isn't there because there is no vehicle parked in his one assigned spot. Owning a car seems light-years away in terms of money. It's not like he really needs one either! He has a bus pass and two legs to walk on!

Regardless, the three men break into his apartment, picking the locked front door, and they come in uninvited to see his apartment that he is very proud of.

His apartment that has no furniture.

"What the fuck?" Patton hears one of them say. As soon as he heard them picking the lock, he panicked and cowered behind the bedroom door. He huddles now on the other side, peeking out the crack and scared that closing it will make too much noise.

"Is this one empty?" another asks. They walk into the center of the small living area. It's an open space that melds into the kitchen, separated only by a short island counter.

"No, I've seen a guy coming in and out. Someone's been living here."

"Maybe they just moved out?"

"No, I just saw him earlier today. There haven't been any moving vans."

"Uh, bedroom then?"

"Oh God," Patton shudders in fright. He knows he's not supposed to think the worst in people, but these guys came in without permission with clearly bad intentions. What if they are looking for him? What if they want to hurt him? Or kidnap him? They had obviously been watching him for some time.

"Maybe. Let's check it out."

Terror slams into him. He throws himself away from the door and spins in the middle of the bedroom, searching for any place to hide. But there isn't one. There are no curtains, no bed to crawl under. There is a blanket on the floor with a pillow. He's been saving up for an air mattress as his next goal. He's been looking forward to sleeping on something somewhat soft.

The tiny closet has no room to hold him, and the window jams up nine times out of ten. They'll hear him if he attempts pushing the pane up and–

The door creaks as it sways open. Three men stare at a scattered-brain mess.

"Oh shit, he's here!"

"I thought you said he left!"

"I thought he did!"

Patton can't take it anymore. He throws up his hands and screams, "Please don't kill me! I can give you my wallet. There's not much in there, I'm sorry. Just please don't kill me!"

"Dude, is that where you sleep?" one of them gestures to the blanket pile on the floor.

Sniffling back tears, Patton responds, "Do you want my blankets? You can have them."

"Do you seriously live here, or are you squatting?" another says. He's wearing a hat. It's a very nice hat and Patton would tell him so if he wasn't about to pee his pants.

"I live here....it's my apartment."

"There's no shame if you're squatting. We won't tell anyone. Do what you gotta do."

A hysterical giggle tumbles out his lips. Patton shakes his head hard enough to give himself whiplash. "No, it's my place, I pay for it, I swear."

"You mean you live like this?" This one wears a dark hooded jacket, hood up.

"Y-yeah?" Patton stammers. He can't understand why they're so hung up on where he lives.

"This is..." the third one strokes his mustache, "Yeah, I can't even make fun of this. This is just sad."

"Do you have food in your fridge?" the hat guy demands. "Please tell me you at least have food in your fridge."

"Uh....uh... yes? Are you hungry?"

In answer, the hat guy strides with angry purpose into the kitchen. Patton can't see him from this angle anymore, but he hears the fridge open.

"There's literally only spaghetti in here!"

"It's...it's cheap to make." Patton doesn't know why he's explaining himself. Had he known that three men were going to break into his apartment, should he have prepared better meals for them?

"Can I have some?" the guy with the mustache asks, only to be cuffed by the hoodie guy.

"Dude, not the issue here."

"Why is there only pasta?!! Why don't you have any tables or TVs or a fucking bed?!!!"

The hat guy had gone past the boiling point. He hollers and slams cabinet doors like no tomorrow. Patton flinches and remembers too vividly of the atmosphere before the apartment. Before he was safe.

"I'm sorry," Patton defaults to how he's supposed to respond. He has been bad and he has to make amends. The tears overflow now and he can't get his shaking hands to wipe the wet streaks away. "I'm so sorry!"

"Oh shit, he's breaking. Virge, do something?"

"What the hell am I supposed to do?! I am not mentally equipped for this!"

"Janny!!"

The hat guy comes whirling back with all the fury of a storm. His shoulders heave. A gloved finger points straight at Patton.

"You!" he roars. Well, it's more like a hiss, but it sounds like a roar to Patton's sensitive ears.

"I'm sorry!"

"You have nothing to apologize for! Obviously, society has let you down. This is unforgivable. Deplorable! You deserve better than this."

"I do?" Patton questions, glasses askew and eyes wide.

"Yes. Come boys, we're leaving."

"Wait, why? Where?" Virge exclaims, waving his hands back and forth at everything and nothing at all. "What are we doing? This isn't the plan."

"New plan! Operation Do-It-Ourselves commences now."

And that is how Patton finds himself standing outside his apartment the next morning watching the three theives from last night moving furniture into his apartment.

He doesn't question if the furniture is stolen. He doesn't ask why they're going through so much trouble. He doesn't ever call the police.

He watches them bicker as they wedge a sofa through the door. He mumbles an answer when they politely ask him which wall he wants it pushed against. He eats the breakfast sandwiches that they brought him, and he feels like he's having an out of body experience.

Janus, the hat guy, directs the other two with confident authority. Virgil, the hoodie-clad one, fills up the fridge with groceries. Remus, the man with the mustache, shoves a mattress into the bedroom.

"What's happening?" Patton mutters to himself later. He thinks he's being quiet enough, but Remus hears him and throws an arm over his shoulder.

"Janus has adopted you. This is how it starts. It's best to just go with it."

Sweet, adorable, mild-tempered Patton who's just beginning to come out of his shell and learn that the world maybe does not in fact hate him for being born... has now been taken under the wings of some well-meaning criminals.

[pianocat939]

May I request 2012 tmnt reacting to you rejecting them or them finding out you already have a crush on someone that isn’t any of the turtles?

Ah yes my first full request with 2012 turtaleles-

Tw: Kidnapping + restraints, stalking, guilt-tripping, Raph kinda gets sad,

Leopold:

Leo at first will try to conceal it and just try to move on, saying how acceptance is the path to becoming a great ninja and shit- But slowly over time, he can't seem to hold in his obsession and grows more restless the longer he's denied of your affections/seeing you gush over someone else. And in the end, he'll either kidnap you or kill the person you're gushing over depending on if you reject him or have a crush.

You wake up on a pillow, tied up with some chains...and someone staring right back at you.

"Oh you're awake!" It's Leo, with a manical look on his face. He his hand grips one of the ends of the chains, his hand reaching over to adjust the blanket over you. "Did you sleep well?"

You don't answer his question, terror and confusion gripping your heart. "Leo, why am I chained up? I should be in my house right now..."

"Because..." his tone suddenly becomes ice cold, "I need you to see my potential as a boyfriend that you're clearly blind to."

Ropes of Mouse Fur:

He acts like he's fine with it when you initially reject him but when he's alone he's actually really fucking sad. Like everybody notices his mood is dampened so much that his anger issues become worse. He's less likely willing to talk and shuts himself in his room. He's still nice to you, but at times his tone sounds a bit bitter. He won't hesitate to kill your crush, but if you just rejected him he lives with it. But that doesn't mean he won't try to make himself look good to see if you're even the slightest bit willing.

"Ugh, dudes his anger has gotten so much worse!" Mikey whines, running up to shake Leo by his shoulders. "I'm literally going to become a ping pong ball!"

"Now, now, surely it's just a dip in his mood. He'll be back when he's ready." He pats Mikey's back in a motherly fashion, trying to put on a comforting smile for the youngest. He briefly glances over at Donnie who enters the room.

"I don't know about that Leo, he seems to not be getting out of it anytime soon..." He comments with an unamused tone, his eye for a split second looking over at you before returning back to Leo and Mikey.

"He's probably a little sad because I rejected him..."

Daring Weiner Dog:

This is kinda almost, almost canon to be honest. He'll go into a delusional state and think you do like him back, you're just not willing to admit it to him. He'll literally try to do everything to get you to admit "your feelings" to him. Honestly, I would just say the things he did in the show were just more extreme. For example, stalking all of your devices and watching you sleep at night. I'm bold enough to say that it's almost impossible for him to break out of his delusion without something literally traumatizing him-

"Ah...Just how much longer until you finally admit your love for me, my sweet chinchilla." He sighs in a dreamy state, staring at the laptop before him that shows the screen of the camera in your room. (Yes he CANONICALLY says my sweet chinchilla)

His eyes intensely soak in details of your sleeping body with a grin, perhaps even a creepy one. His fingers tap along the keyboard, humming to himself quietly. "Just wait, once you realize your affection for me...You'll be the happiest you've ever been."

Unbest known to him, you're awake, just with your eyes shut. You know he's watching you; you know he's stalking you in your sleep. So to properly confront him, you have a camera recording him watching you right in his lab.

He needs to be humbled.

Matilda:

He'll first act really dramatically about the initial rejection, asking questions on why you don't like him back and things similar to that. From there, he'll try to guilt-trip you purposefully in hopes that maybe you'll accept his feelings out of guilt. And he'll be super clingy even if you reject him like he doesn't care. If he wants love, he's getting it one way or another. He's basically a manipulative, clingy little fucker. (Note that this is from him just being greedy about wanting everything he wants)

"Why won't you love me?!" Mikey cries out, faking tears with ease to put up his pitiful act. He knows everybody is weak to him being all sad and weak. He's mastered the art of acting so well, he's basically the all-powerful. "Is it because I'm an ugly turtle?! Is it because I'm too childish?! Tell me, so I can try to get better!"

When he notices your guilty expression, he internally smirks smugly. Look at you, already falling for his tactics so easily.

"No...I just..." He almost slips up and giggles when your voice fades away from uncertainty. Usually he doesn't feel like this, but when it comes to achieving your love, he just can't help but get a little- evil with his intentions.

"Please! Just tell me what I need to do to get you to love me!"

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I think I'm getting a little better at writing for 2012- ngl I must have gone a bit crazy with Mikey's part but it's fine

- Celina

[yume-chin]

Why me (Leo)

This work was initially supposed to be a small collection of one-shorts / scenarios for all four turtles but when I finished writing for Leonardo I realized that I had written a lot and for this reason I finally published only him.

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Request: No

Warning: Just a little angst and bad English

Genre: She/her

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Pov: Leo still can't explain how a beautiful girl like you ended up with him and therefore begins to get caught up in the doubts and anxiety of you that sooner or later you could leave him for someone better.

Version: Bayverse / 2014/2016

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Text words: 1296

Total words: 1452

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It all started on a cool evening. All was calm in the streets of New York and the young ninja was enjoying the fresh air on top of a rooftop. All was quiet but Leo's attention was caught by giggles under the street.

Intrigued, he looked out slightly to notice a happy and carefree couple walking and giggling hand in hand. On any other occasion everything would have been normal, but not this time.

The young man was overwhelmed by a series of thoughts that stopped him instantly. "Why would a girl like Y/n be with a guy like him? She's literally a mutant turtle who fights evil but at the same time terrorizes the people she saves. She can't offer him anything, not even a normal date, because we're honestly, there's nothing normal about him."

The ninja's thoughts disappeared when the three brothers called him worried.

"Dude, are you okay?" Mikey asked concerned. "You seem distracted, that's not like you," Donnie added.

"It's ok" the leader tried to reassure "I just… I think it's time to go back to the den, we finished today's patrol" he said heading towards the manhole without leaving any way for the brothers to argue back.

Once they all returned to the den, Leo quickly went to his room, leaving the three brothers displaced for the second time.

"But what's wrong with him?" complained Raph "first he's mesmerized like a fool staring and thinking about who knows what and then he doesn't even give us explanations of his behavior." he added.

"At first I thought he'd gotten sick on patrol but on our way back to the den I did a quick scan and everything seems normal…" Donnie added.

"he was quiet until there was a couple laughing, he looked out to check and then he stopped there… dude… who knows what makes it so strange…" Mikey concluded not realizing to have given important information.

Donnie and Raph looked at each other for a few seconds until the redhead spoke "do you think that's why…"

The purple turned to the door closed by their leader and then answered "probably… otherwise there would be no other explanation for the sudden change in his attitude"

Mikey looked at them questioning "What are you talking about?"

"I understand what Leo has but for now the best thing is to wait for tomorrow morning, so now let's think about going to bed" Donnie concluded and then headed towards his room.

The orange stood there confused and then turned to Raph in the hope that at least he would explain what had happened.

The redhead, however, nodded to him and then also went to his room.

Mikey stood there even more confused but finally went to sleep too, too tired to try to harass the brothers for answers.

The night passed peacefully for everyone, for everyone except Leo, who spent the night thinking about Y/n and their relationship.

The morning arrived and with it Y/n also arrived, equipped with steaming croissants for the boys' breakfast.

By now it was a habit for her to bring the boys hot croissants on Sunday morning and obviously this Sunday was no different from all the others.

The young woman was welcomed with open arms by a happy and hungry Mikey, in fact she didn't understand if the young man's happiness was due to her presence or to the arrival of the croissants.

The fact is that after giving each of the boys present their croissants she was surprised not to see her boyfriend in his usual place.

"Guys, did something happen to Leo? Why isn't he here too?" she asked worried looking at the three brothers.

"It's been weird since yesterday," Mikey began, "weirder than usual," Raph added, "and we thought you might do something to help him," Donnie concluded, pointing to his brother's door.

The young woman nodded "I'll take care of it" she said and then headed towards the boy's room.

She knocked softly but received no answer. Then she knocked again, but still nothing. She knock a third time but still not receiving an answer, she decides to open the door and enter-

The room was dark, but from the glimmer of light she could see the figure of her boyfriend still lying and covered on the bed.

"Love…" she tried to softly call her boyfriend without however receiving an answer.

She stood there for a moment and then approached the bed. "honey… is everything alright…?" she asked now arrived in bed and gently stroking the boy's head.

She didn't receive a real verbal response, instead she felt the boy tremble slightly.

"Leo, please, what's going on? I'm worried… I would like to know what's happening to you and I would like to help you in any way…" the h/c said continuing to stroke the young man's head.

Suddenly the boy sat up and turned his gaze towards the girl.

"Everything ok love…?" she asked extending his hand towards the leader's cheek and starting to caress it with his thumb.

Initially she received no response but shortly after the blue took her hand and pulled it away from his face. "You don't have to stay with me, you know that…?" the boy said.

The young woman frowned "What are you talking about Leo?"

"I'm talking about the fact that you don't have to stay with me, if you've changed your mind now you can tell me calmly. I don't want to force you to stay with someone like me, on the contrary… I'd probably understand you…"

"Did you hit your head last night?"

"I'm not kidding Y/n, why me? Why not another guy? Better looking and more normal than me. A guy who can take you on a normal date in normal places. I can't do all of this. I can't give you a normal life."

"And who ever said that I want a normal life?"

Leo stood silently watching her.

The young woman grabbed his face with both hands and looked him straight in the eyes "I love you for who you are, I don't care about having a normal life and having normal appointments, the only thing I want is to be with you Leo You're just amazing, you're a wonderful brother, a wonderful leader but most of all, a wonderful boyfriend" she smiled kindly "besides who would give me a fun family like yours and amazing dates like yours?" she chuckles making Leo chuckle too.

"What I'm trying to tell you is that I love you with all my being and I would have loved you regardless of what you are, what you were, and what you will become" she remains silent for a moment "maybe if you were a spider I could have have a few issues but no matter what you are all i want and need are you i love you leo ​​and i will always love you"

The only answer she received was Leo who grabbed her and brought she close to him for a long and sweet kiss, a kiss that contained all the love that one had towards the other.

She move away from the kiss Y/n smiled and moved away to take the young man's band. She approached the boy again and tied the blue band around his face and then grabbed his hand.

"I love you so much baby, I'm really lucky to have you in my life" said the young man smiling at his beloved.

"The same goes for me, but maybe now it's time to go to the kitchen if you don't want Mikey to eat your croissant" the girl chuckled still holding his hand and guiding him towards the exit of her room.

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I was literally about to cry while writing this one-short

I didn't think it would hurt so much (╥﹏╥)

I hope you enjoyed it anyway

A big hug ♡

[dihydromorphinone]

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 i can't wait to taste you..

after watching her for over a year, tanner can't control his urges anymore and he goes to claim what, he thinks, is rightfully his.

— tanner x reader, reader/character is implied to be female and in luna's place, not really smut but very suggestive it was supposed to be a smut though, kinda dark themed(!!) but it is consensual somehow TT, stalking references, i'll definitely write a part two with smut 👅, been writing this for four months;; kinda feel like i could've done better

if you like it pls reblog!! ૮₍ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ₎ა

an: i wanted to try something new hehehe tell me if you like how it's written!! also dude... tanner voicelines are so cannibalistic and sexy,,, and i feel sooo bad i drank too much and i was sitting outside drinking beer with some random ahh guy at 3am and I'm pretty sure that something i took today got laced >_< this is my comfort fic yall.

tonight was oddly peaceful. the state of Montana, especially that one – someone would say cursed – town was the complete opposite of peace. with the sudden increase in crime; murder, kidnappings, disappearances mostly the city was covered with terror. the blueblood killer was definitely a real threat, a threat that is wandering free on the sickly covered in fog streets, while the poor citizens are left in the dark – and though he enjoys the exposition he has, for tanner it wasn't enough. it's never going to be enough.

he's cruel. psychotic, even. what sane person would happily murder so many of its own kind? none. and yet, there he was. enthusiastically setting feet rhythmically on the pavement, the heels of his elegant shoes making a barely audible 'click-clacks'. so much passion in each step; the same passion which drives him to inject toxins to humans and toying them with much visible sadism. tanner – the blueblood killer, had a very distinctive way of looking at the society. for him, it was nothing else than scum. trash, refuse; all the same. no human mattered to him. he treated mankind like a child would treat its toys; fun, but only for a moment. then the toy, or in tanner's case, a human can be tossed away into some corner, because it won't serve his purpose this well again. his definition of fun, however, was as cruel as he was. stalking, trespassing, closely observing his prey's emotional reactions and how the body and mind react separately depending on the circumstances and substances. his fun ends when the victim dies or acts repetitively – so he cherishes every moment of preying upon a human.

he found one exception, though – a young woman living not-so-far-away from his hideout; the captivating lady was a detective, with her home set close to the giant, maze-like forest, where the equally handsome doctor was spending his days, and if he wasn't out satiating his disgusting urges, nights. tanner has been watching her for over a year, falling prey to the female's plush lips, seemingly sweet demeanor and her abominable desires. in their own home, each human feels safe. the only place they can be themselves, do whatever they want to do. tanner pitied them - he always did. but for some reason, he still laughed at people who acted different indoors. he defied the whole purpose of safety, stripping the victim of it.

he’s stood in the shadows – where he preferred to be, for now. the thrill of being found was growing fonder and fonder on him, but now's not the right time, tanner would always repeatedly tell himself this like a mantra. like a plea to the sober-thinking part of him to let the other, more careless and darker part have some more fun. his thirst, though, for blood and flesh was just expanding more and more... insatiable, one would think. no matter how many victims would be reported, no matter how the blueblood killer's body count would go up, the urge was almost... attached to him.

through the tinted, mostly curtain-hidden windows, he could see her moving around. left and right she swayed, not getting enough sleep and forgetting basic self care because of her almost sick, he thought, altruistic urges. such a good, upstanding individual she was - someone to look up to, to worship... the woman deserved good, proper treatment only. especially from him - all the neglect is happening because his identity, still a secret, was wanted. tanner almost convinced himself that he feels pity and cries for her, being the source of her opposite of well-being, but in the end it's hard to judge and distinguish emotions while being hazed with mad, almost lusting feelings.

there was, however, no time to reflect the past actions, even if they're undoubtedly mingling with the present. he always did whatever his body and mind wanted, more or less heart. but he would be the last one to judge - there was no place for him and his 'sick' assessment. that being said, tanner finally realised he is in fact done waiting. their time together was pleasant and wholesome, but the urge will drive him to further madness if he won't do anyting about it soon. and since this isn't a mind matter, then it would be suitable to satisfy the flesh, disregarding the heart's wishes and indulge in the woman visible through the small gap in the curtains.

but his heart cannot be silenced this fast.

after searching for his trusted syringe and the mix of liquid midazolam and some other drug he put there previously, he cracked a small smile and sighed, being able to free himself after such a long time. his playtime with victims never lasted this long - this was but a miracle, something unexpected and ready to turn his peaceful, murderous life into something even more vile, dangerous and ruined. but the thought of disposing her like a loose trash didn't sit right with him; tanner was almost disgusted by the bare thought of causing her heart to stop permantly. he was having so much fun now, it'd be almost criminal... but, what is going to happen will eventually happen, so reveal himself to her, he shall.

the woman inside the cozy home was unaware of the terror right next her door, but even if she was - it didn't really matter. for her, the most important thing to do now was to catch that damned blueblood killer, to put end to the town's suffering... and her own grief. she's lost many of her friends and few family members to his wicked fantasies, and it only felt right to do something for the rapidly decreasing community. focused on her promethean task, she couldn't hear the light creak of her door and even lighter footsteps right behind her. only after tanner stood behind her, she could sense someone's presence. shiver ran down her spine, as she vividly remembered closing the door and definitely not inviting anyone, especially this late at night. fear paralyzed her, but then came the realisation.

it could be the blueblood killer. either she will get violently gutted, or she will make a life-changing discovery. and so, the captivating lady sighed, and prepared herself for the worst moments of her life. she turned around, surprising tanner. bold. she was definitely bold, unsure of the danger's scale, yet facing it bravely. his heart barely, but still, softened. endearing, so endearing... but it was too much for her. she closed her eyes right before facing him, squinting her eyes. his little plaything was even more captivating, he thought, smiling softly. though, she could never see it.

"who are you?" she asked, knowing well the answer is going to be fake or she will get no answer at all. or maybe some pistol on her forehead would be all she needed to know before her apparent, incoming demise? but she heard a small chuckle. "i'm the one you've been searching for. pardon me, miss, for keeping you up for so many nights. figured i'd better show myself in person."

his voice was oddly attractive. so pleasant to her ears, so pleasant she almost didn't get what he was saying - clearly, the murderer who got rid of solid few percents of the town's residents was before her, and he was aware of the search. well, it was obvious he will figure it out eventually, but the fact that he exactly knew that it was her... next thing she knew, his fingers were caressing her cheekbones, which made her open her eyes in a second. the sight made her lose her breath for a second.

the blueblood killer was undeniably handsome. sharp jaw, ideally shaped brows, perfect face ratio... not a single thing was wrong. he'd definitely pass as a model, or an angel, though the circumstances made her think of him as the devil. his appearance made it easy to sin. tempting. he was clearly her type, and deep inside of herself she was having a moral battle. she couldn't help the train of thoughts, all vile and lusting, all due to the bare sight of him. that didn't go unnoticed - tanner, as the aspiring master of knowing human reactions, realized she was captivated with him as much as she was with her. the syringe in his other hand, placed behind his back, almost fell to the floor. sweet, so sweet; it seems the paradise's gates won't be opened for him only.

"i've planned some fun activities for the two of us. don't worry, honey, you won't die. yet," the murderer smiled at the woman, terrified and enamored, still gazing at him. oh, how absurdly sweet she was... a perfect mix. with his large, gentle movements he still was caressing her cheek, but slowly moved down to her neck, tracing circles and various shapes. the lady was stunned - and tanner will also be as stunned as the detective, if he regains his mind clarity. but that did not matter; not for now, at least. she's here, next to him, looking at him with lust behind the pretty, sweet facade...

suddenly, the lady felt a sting on her neck. she hissed, and tanner shushed her, continuing to inject the tranquilizer liquid through the syringe. "this will only hurt for a while, i assure you. i wouldn't let you suffer for more, that is - unless you want me to," his poor, horrid jokes made her think about the event briefly, before losing consciousness. this is awful - she is awful, for even considering this monster as a human being, someone that could even potentially become her crush. but the shame can wait, she thought, as the man dressed in white lab coat and red tie came closer to her face and hovered above her, waving his hand as her eyes became droopy and eventually closed.

"good girl," tanner told her, though she couldn't hear those affectionate words. the effects were visible shortly - as if it were not for her perpetrator and his strong, muscular hands she would surely fall down, hitting herself and creating a possible injury. not today, tanner thought, not happening ever. why should she injure herself if the feared master of terror was always for her disposal? but even he wouldn't cut her too deep. the precious flesh of hers shall not be tainted with foolish, mortal-only limited bruises.

having his prized lady in his arms, he spared a few seconds more to admire her unconscious body. not like this was the first time he's seen it - this time was different, though, as he never actually held her like this. tanner closed his eyes swiftly, took a small, but deep breath and contemplated what to do next. it would be a shame to waste the precious liquid he just injected, though it was as precious as she was.

tanner knew her home well, sneaking inside when she wasn't home, and he was about to exploit this knowledge, just as he was about to exploit the sweet, sweet detective he oh-so-adored. holding her as softly as he could, but firm, he moved in the direction of her bedroom, clearly having some sort of a more detailed plan now. after entering, he put her still unconscious body on the big, fluffy bed and then went back to the living room to turn off the lights. should add some more vibes, tanner thought, grinning from ear to ear, as if it was his first time feeling happiness.

awakening from her slumber, she felt as if her wrists were restrained. and soon, she would learn her assumption was correct - although, it wasn't rope or anything extreme as she feared, no.. it was a fine, soft material, silk probably. sitting nice and tight on her skin. in her circumstances, getting tied up was the least she could worry about, and soon, she would find out; as the man's figure hovered over her body, multiple terrifying scenarios flashed her poor mind yet again. but was it surprising? no, it was expected even. her eyes became glassy, as if she'd cry in a second, at which tanner just... cooed. "oh, what's this now? i told you already, i won't let you suffer by my hand unless you want it," tanner replied, bringing his hand to her cheek and gently caressing her already tear-stained flawless skin.

the word gentle did not sit right with him, obviously. his actions were confusing to the extreme; but she wouldn't refuse anything the man would offer. not like she'd even be able to - but he made her think she has a choice and whatever happens next is up to her. what a cruel illusion - one of freedom and safety, that he won't take anything she doesn't want him to. in his mind, she was already his. equal to him, even, though he wouldn't like to see her running around with some sedatives, tranquilizing random people on the street like he does on some nights.

tanner did not retreat his hand, seeing his darling still conflicted but not showing any signs of reluctance. if anything, she was very compliant, and so he shall make sure she's rewarded for her obedience. "could you.. um.. untie me?" she asked, earning yet another one of tanner's smiles. what a silly girl, he thought, asking questions like this. but do whatever she wants him to do, he shall.

"no thrashing and squirming, okay? and i'll give you a piece of freedom," the man said, to which she nodded. she wouldn't want to cross him, never. bringing her arms closer, he slowly undid the bindings on her wrists, brushing his lips softly on the soft flesh of hers. it was somehow... intimate. the way he presented himself to her; she knew he's dangerous. one wrong move or word could probably get her killed, and yet - the way he is now with her speaks a whole different story. one couldn't just see him as a psychotic, sadistic murderer; not when his actions were those of a lover, not a killer. thinking about him in this way was surely a sin. the woman's train of thought, however, was rudely interrupted.

"stop thinking so much," he murmured against her ear. "no point in being so worried. i came here to do what i wanted for a long, long time, you know?" tanner started delicately biting the skin on her ear, chuckling a bit at his own words. "tonight, you shall become rightfully mine. i was thinking of claiming you in a different scenario but i just can't keep myself away from you, sweet girl." her breath hitched, in fear or excitement - she did not know. the anticipation, his face being so close to her own; she was surely about to go insane after tonight. and as tanner buried his face in her neck, she started trying to regain at least part of her mind's long gone clarity.

he's a murderer. a terrible person. he's creating hell on earth. she knows he is awful and she should scream in terror, but her fleshy, earthly desires are clouding her judgement a tad too much. up to this moment, she knew who he is - a killer. his sly antics tonight made her forget about his cruelty, but she shall see him as a criminal, a murderer yet again - he's going to kill her all the same, the difference will be the weapon of choice. he will stab her relentlessly all the same, but not with any blade or syringe. cursing her coveting mind, she brushed all concerns aside and let him have his way with her.

she's going to let him ruin her, deprave her - and she will enjoy every second of it.

[gurggggleburgle]

OK but like... the thing about corpses is that they're not like a stable thing that holds together under pressure and stress. So like we know Binghe cuddled Sqq's corpse but like... logistically did he actually sleep with the corpse.

And I know what you're thinking l: dude we have proof.

To which I will say, " Binghe is a traumatized little meow meow with abandonment issues and anxiety. He absolutely squeezes pillows tight. And corpses will bruise."

Anyway what I'm saying is that I think Binghe used to full cuddle and sleep with Shen Qingqiu's corpse like a life sized anime sex doll but then one day he had a night terror and accidently squeezed the neck or torso and it popped like a grape and man spent a week absolutely terrified and fixing it so nobody would no sobbing in repentance the whole time and prays Shen Yuan will never notice or ask.

Also you cannot tell me that him and Liu Qinnge haven't played hot potato with the corpse before. I think every time prior SQQ has been fully dressed and posed somewhere in the palace or sitting in a glass coffin or some shit and this was the first time he saw that Binghe was sleeping with a corpse. But I think they have absolutely hot potatoed with this dead body before.

And binghe fixes any bruising or damage after it's over while redoing the corpses hair like they're a prized BJD.

I will also accept the option of a modesty barrier on the bed in the form of a pillow wall so they don't touch.

Or that binghe ties himself to the bed posts or just full hogtied his arms so he can't even grab his Shizun and he's been doing this for the entire time

[hegoeshardasfuck]

definitely just friends

wordcount: 2.9K

tags: fluff and smut, semi-public sex, living together, crossdressing, biting, highschool bathroom sex, fingering, human/troll society, they're mature in Troll years but in human years they should be in school, porn with some plot

synopsis: Eridan and Karkat are roommates, they go to human school, they share a bed, they're perfect friends, a little bit of spiked punch probably can't change the just friends bit.

note: erikar go brrrrrrrr, i love it when a twink in a dress dominates a short dude, it makes my brain happy. hope ya'll enjoy and if ya do considering dropping a like or checking the Ao3 port.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/42964926

Eridan Ampora and Karkat Vantas have been living together for three months now.

They shared a small apartment, the rest of the Trolls on the same floor as well. It was in the middle of a small city that a lot of Trolls have integrated into. The locals don't seem to mind them at all, some are willing to learn tradition and display it in small ways as well. The four humans that had moved there with them would've acted as ambassadors if not for cousins of Trolls already existing there.

Of course, tension is high as the need for quadrants slowly dissolves for Trolls and desire to learn about it intensifies for humans. Its awkward as the Trolls explain why the quadrants ever existed to the humans, some of them are disgusted, others intrigued. A good deal of them try so hard to find a way to accommodate for lack quadrant fillers for Trolls, and most succeed.

Which resulted in Sollux finding a new partner to be his Kismesis, leaving Eridan behind completely. Eridans flush crush, who he really says he didn't have one for, has also left him behind for Aradia who has flesh again and can forgive and love. His second choice of Kismesis is already out there vacillitating with Tavros, and he can't handle the lack of concuspicent romance in his life. And even he doesn't really hate Vriska, he wouldn't fuck her if he got paid to do it, and his flush crush, well, that one is already taken by someone.

Eridan hasn't been doing very well since joining earth.

And Karkat has to deal with his stupid brooding the entire time he goes through it even as he deals with his own problems. Dave and John have started dating, giving thanks to him for closing the gap and that they could still be friends. His Kismesis and Matesprit alike now lost in an endless romance between each other and hes a third wheel onxe again. His second idea for flush crush and hated rival have also found new partners, flush crush with Equius and hated rival with Feferi. He didn't really hate Nepeta, or flush for Aradia when he thought about it, he just told himself that he did to make up for lack of intense romance.

Karkats life hasn't been treating him very good either.

And Eridan feels he has to deal with his annoying brooding throughout all of it even with his own problems in his life.

But they wouldn't take a different roommate for anything.

All of their friends keep on saying that if its tense they should just get a different roomie and switch with someone. They always say no in a fierce tone, a hiss of protective obsession in their voice as they do so.

They've shared an apartment for so long it would be impossible to just stop at this point.

The soft vibrating hum emitting from gills whenever Eridan sleeps that soothed Karkats insomnia riddled nights. The nubby horns digging into his back because of Karkat being impatient for affection. The sheer terror on Eridans face whenever Karkat starts cooking anything on the stovetop. The sleep talking declarations of loving each other after getting blankets yanked or kicks in the back. And the teasing jokes and jabs at how stupid their crushes are for leaving a Troll as perfect as the other.

Without any of that…

There would be nothing worth waking up for.

And they can't see that.

It took their friends a while, but eventually they noticed the subtle signs even they are ignorant to.

During parties they always idle at each others sides or even go so far as dancing together sometimes in non formal areas. When they all go eat out only one needs to order as they know for each other and get defensive if an order is messed up. If they ever head to a big city on vacation or just for a short visit their arms are always intertwined so they don't get lost.

Sure, it isn't subtle, but they don't realize just how important they are to each other.

Misery loves company their friends supposed.

And they still all had one last year of human school, so they attended it for the last few months. None of them learned anything they didn't already know, except for Terezi who learned about the legal system. It was a very stressful place on earth and their four human friends helped them coast from class to class day to day as the survived.

Then prom was revealed.

A big ass fucking dance that was formal, it had a dress code of something nice and a ruleset of no alcohol, drugs or sex.

All the Trolls where beyond sure that at least two of those rules got broken each year, Dave nodded solemnly at the statement. Dave explained prom to the best of his ability with the help of his human friends and the Trolls all nodded along.

And then Dave explained that a partner was a necessity, that had Karkat and Eridan freezing, the rest already had one, and they didn't. Sure they could go as friends as a last resort, but they were two guys, that still isn't really a thing on earth. They bartered with Dave and the principal and teachers alike as to allowing gay couples into the prom, or a pair of affectionate friends at least, they all said it was unheard of.

Fine then.

Be that way teaching system.

Eridan was a lot more furious than Karkat who was fine not going cause they had no partners, Eridan wanted to go so bad though. They couldn't say they were gay, not allowed, and they couldn't go as friends either. Luckily, Eridan made a very convincing lady, all it took was a change of glasses and a purple dress and he was golden, effeminate already.

Now, shockingly enough despite all the time they spend together, Karkat had never seen Eridan in a dress.

So when the Violet blood walked out of the bathroom, he had Karkat sputtering.

"Well, pretty convincing right?" Eridan asked, this specific dress a deep purple form fitting at his waist but looser everywhere else, especially his chest, which on the dress he had sewn a small amount of fluff into.

Karkat was speechless, he could barely form a thought as his face burned a bright red. By the time was getting close to forming a thought Eridan did a few twirls to make sure it wouldn't start riding up or the streps start slipping down. It took Karkat a whole minute to form a single sentence.

"You have hips?" Was what Karkat said, it had Eridan grinning.

"Of course I do, I just don't show it off like some whore on their nineth sweep," Eridan stated, rolling his eyes just a little bit as he did so.

"Right, right, quick question," Karkat said, Eridan raised a brow between now almost oval glasses, they were a lot less square and more rounded and sharp at the top corners, like cat eyes, "how come I've never seen you in a dress before?"

"You have, I wear them all the time in public, you just never realized it was me," Eridan explained as he began searching for his extremely short coat, it had three quarter sleeves and was black with his symbol embroidered on the chest pocket.

"Ah, ok, do you know where my suit is?" Karkat asked, looking to the floor, noticing Eridan was wearing light purple lace up sandal-esque shoes that had heels at least an inch thick.

"Yes I know where that pathetic item is, look in your closet, it should be there," Eridan said as he slid on his coat, he made his way to the bathroom next to start doing some light makeup.

"Thanks!" Karkat shouted through the walk to Eridan as he changed, thinking real long and hard about that dress, gog he would look amazing in one of Kanayas old skirts.

Fifteen minutes passed full of witty banter and Eridan correcting how Karkat tucked in his shirt and did his hair and so on. By the time they were finished preparing, Karkat was still a scuzzy little fuck with an effeminate friend who was absolutely slaying. Eridan was a bit disappointed he couldn't convince Karkat to use a single layer of black lip stain as it would make his lips pop more.

But alas, time was up and the clock was ticking and they were on their way down, finding a seemingly fine Bro Strider who was freaking out on the inside as Trolls piled into his truck with extensions. Most of them were in dresses and suits, except for Gamzee who found his cleanest shirt and nicest pants and called it a day, Kanaya just wearing what she always did with a different shirt. Five humans and two Trolls sat in the front end of the truck, ten Trolls piled up and compacted in place like Tetris in the back of the truck.

The drive may have been externally short, but the mix of country, ska and punk blasting from the speakers made it feel longer. The entire ride Bro was gripping the steering wheel beyond tight, if he accidentally fucked up, he could he held accountable for how many deaths? More than he could normally imagine being held accountable for, so he tried to silence chitchat with music.

When they arrived, Bro opened the trunk and a group of Trolls fell to the pavement, rebounding instantly. Everyone gave their prompt thanks to Bro before heading inside, Dave leaving with a short squeeze of a hug.

Now, the dance in itself was chaos.

People fucking everywhere, music so damn loud, the amount of movement, oh fuck it was crazy. All of the Trolls stuck together, most of them breaking into smaller groups until they were separated into pairs of two. Their was dancing, and they danced hard, they were what, eight songs in when two headed to the punch table. Eridan and Karkat, they each grabbed a cup and poured one for each other, clinking glasses. They drank swiftly, and it almost burned on the way down, oh yeah, this was spiked. That fact alone had Eridan going for seconds, Karkat as well, it was fun, it was breaking the rules, they didn't care.

And then, at this point Eridans gills were fluttering as a telltale sign he was starting to get a hit tipsy, a slow song started playing.

The two made eye contact, Karkat holding out a hand that Eridan grabbed as they made their way to the center of the room where every other pair was.

"Can I have this dance?" Karkat asked, it was a stupid question.

"Of course, my good sir," Eridan faked a curtsy as he spoke, giving a soft giggle as he took Karkats hands.

Sure, the song was slow, but it was picking up, and with it, so did Eridan and Karkat. Where most stayed slow even as the song called for flair, the two started going faster. Eventually they had their chests flush against each other and were practically sharing breathes, arms splayed out. Then they continued after a short moment, hitting John and Dave who were trying not to get caught, they didn't make a deal out of it. By the end of it all, Eridan had Karkat dipping to the ground, he was burning up, feisty bitch of a Violet blood. Eridan was grinning as he pulled up Karkat, nearly giggling, he was so flustered, it was just a simple move he learned.

"Oh fuck me," Karkat muttered as he gripped Eridans hand tightly, dragging him away from the crowd, the sight of his face peppered in a booze blush of Violet to much to handle.

"We should tell, one of our friends first," Eridan said as they traversed to the exit of the gymnasium.

"They know someones gonna fuck, this years its us, where did the stalls go?" Karkat questioned as he pulled Eridan out the door and into the near vacant halls where they could find Rose and Kanaya chatting, they almost went to speak before seeing the two of them heading for the washrooms.

"Hook a left," Eridan said as though it was fact.

And Karkat did hook a left, he hooked a left so hard Eridan nearly tripped on his sandals. Karkat threw open the washroom doors, finding some poor fool making use of one of the urinals, they saw and didn't say a word about it. It was Eridan who threw Karkat into the stall, slamming the door shut and their backs pressed against either side with a very small amount of wiggle room.

"I'm sorry," Eridan mumbled, this felt so wrong and so right, a mutant with a Violet, he was saying sorry but why, instinct, a reflex, on Alternia both would be culled.

"Fuck me," was what Karkat said, unable to produce much more as he yanked off his suit pants, bulge staining underwear red already, Eridan hiked up his skirt, tying it in place with a belt and safety pins, his bukge also coming undone.

Eridan gripped Karkats middle, gently lifting him off the ground, Karkat pressed his feet to the wall across from him as he was pressed to the other wall. Oh fuck, this stall is gonna be wrecked, his bulge writhes and oozes red that drips to tile floor below. Eridan grips it, claws digging in slightly, and Karkat moans his sweet moan, so, so perfect. Eridan continues to run his claws along sensitive flesh, dipping barely into the nook as he presses kisses and marks along Karkats neck.

Claws threaten to tear open the black tuxedo as they go to undo buttons and get more skin, its smattered in red due to the amount pumping through Karats blood. Karkats hands are pressed against the stall wall as Eridan fondles him and traces fangs along the soft flesh of his neck, biting and suckling to make a point. He'll be covered in bruises by the end of this, he releases another moan as the base of his bulge is gripped. He cums on the spot, a copious amount of slurry escaping him and staining the floor below.

Eridans bulge is writhing, livid it hasn't gotten any attention yet and the Violet blood is panting as he marks his lover in bites. He digs two fingers into Karkats nook, he nearly shrieks as claws threaten to tear but don't. His insides are velvet soft, and they ooze red, Eridan pumps his fingers and more red slips out between them. The scent alone is delectable, so sweet and intoxicating it has his gills fluttering as he presses closer to Karkat until their chests are against each other again.

Karkats panting and hot breath washes over Eridan as he brings his slurry coated fingers to his lips and sucks off the material. The taste is fine to him, rich and fruity with a hint of metal, he supposes not many others would find it delicious as well. He doesn't care, he brings Karkat in for a kiss, one tongue forked the other not, one of his hands keeps Karkats wrist pressed to the stall, the other guiding bulge into nook. Karkats eyes flutter shut for a moment as he moans into the kiss, Eridans bulge thick in his nook and oozing Violet that drips between their legs to the floor below.

Its perfect, all of this.

Sure, Karkats just a little bit tipsy and not thinking along the lines of Kismesis and Matesprit, or any of those. He doesn't really care though, he just knows this moment is perfect. He's sure Eridan feels the same way as well, but Karkat is mentally blanking to much to make a snide remark.

Getting railed by a femboy in a school bathroom.

His life has peaked.

Eridans grinding into him, hitting deeper and deeper into his nook each time their pelvises meet. And the kiss only gets fiercer, Eridan starts giving bits of bite into the kiss as fangs trade tongue and lip. Karkat, he's fine, his bulge is fucking flailing uselessly, unable to find the nook waiting for penetration, or for a bucket. Eridan ends up gripping Karkats bulge again, this time much more gently as he picks up the pace of his thrusting. Eventually Eridan starts panting as well, velvety tightness, beautiful sounds, glorious sights at his face its all to much to handle.

With a strangled moan, even more Violet and Candy Red slurry gushes to the tile below.

Karkats legs are limp, he's panting like a whore as he tries to regain balance in the stall and pull on his pants. Eridan has a bit more class, he takes a wad of single ply and uses it to clean up his thighs, bulge retreating. The two stumble out of the stall giggling a little bit as they make there way to the sink.

As they wash their hands just for the sake of habit and splash water on their face John and Dave walk in. They're flushed, kissing and biting at each other barely able to keep it together as they stumble into a stall. The stall they stumble into is not the one Eridan and Karkat ruined, they stare at gelatinizing slurry and floor and one wall of the stall, that is a janitors nightmare. The two share a quick look of remorse for the poor janitor whose gonna have to clean up that mess before leaving.

They'll have to do something like that again.

After working out what quadrant they're in.

It's gonna be hard explaining the slurry running down Karkats legs on the ride home.

[weirdstuffinthewoods]

Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark

I'm awful at starting niche blogs, so I'm trying to stick to what I know and love. Something I know very well and love very much is this box set right here that I'm still mad at myself for getting rid of (I bought the 3-book treasury it's just not the SAME)

If you're a millennial of any age, you were probably traumatized by one or more of these bad boys. Alvin Schwartz sat down in the late 70s (book 1 was published in 1981!) and said, "you know what? I'm gonna scare the pants off a bunch of kids and they'll thank me for it later." And you know what? I kinda do.

I've spent a lot of time trying to find the root of my horror obsession, and I thought it was seeing the 1990 made-for-TV version of IT at a sleepover in 3rd grade, which resulted in two traumatic years of night terrors, calmed only by...reading the book it was based on? And then all of Stephen King's other works that were definitely not appropriate for a barely 9-10 year old? (For years, I'd skip the adulthood sections of IT when I read it because I found them so boring, so I had a half-finished story in my mind. Go figure.) But that wasn't it. I thought maybe it was finding the Informania: Ghosts and Informania: Vampires books at the Scholastic Book Fair and poring over them obsessively for years (more on this at a later date) but nope.

It was Scary Stories, Alvin Schwartz, and Stephen Gammell.

If you want some of the story surrounding these books, I recommend the Prime/Freevee documentary "Scary Stories". I remember none of it, but that's the ADHD and I can't help it.

From a quick Wikipedia search (they have never steered me wrong and this is a for-fun blog y'all), it looks like Alvin Schwartz is a folklore dude, which I aspire to be. He published multiple other kids' books of folklore aside from the Scary Stories trilogy, including A Twister of Twists, A Tangler of Tongues, but these were illustrated by a dude named Glen Rounds and I mean look:

A little weird, but not nightmare-inducing by any means. Although the amount of hair is concerning. American folklore gets lost in the shuffle a lot so it's cool for kids to see it. Then, a bit before 1981, he meets this fuckin' guy:

Who yes appears harmless but single-handedly molded me as a person with just some watercolor and pencil. Without his illustrations, Scary Stories wouldn't have the legacy they do today. Proof? The books were rereleased in 2011 with different illustrations. From the guy who illustrated the Series of Unfortunate Events books (Brett Helquist). I'm sure those were fine but like come on.

as compared to

Which one is a kid (ie me) going to cover with one hand while desperately trying to read the other page?

Stephen Gammell has a decades-long career which is briefly highlighted in this Bloody Disgusting article, excitingly enough. Before Scary Stories, he actually did another scary book series for kids which has some unsettling illustrations

and he did some historical illustrations for stuff like Thunder at Gettysburg and Terrible Things: An Allegory of the Holocaust which no I will not be looking up because I need to sleep tonight.

The article also goes on to mention how amazing Schwartz's research abilities were considering none of these stories were original- they were just collected from around the US and the world and compiled into a (not kid-friendly, no, but) kid-interesting version. There were also audiobooks (books on cassette? I guess?) for at least one of them so I assume all three, and I distinctly remember (I'll point to the exact stories later):

sitting:

-in broad daylight

-at the reading table in my classroom, probably 3rd grade too

-headphones on, volume up

-sweating absolute buckets because I was listening to this baby which ETSY SOMEHOW HAD

ARE YOU JOKING ETSY??? I'm okay though I don't need the nightmares back.

George S. Irving deserved every penny he got for this work and a whole lot more because that man scared the shit out of me. Also found out as I was reading his Wikipedia article that he played Heat Miser in The Year Without A Santa Claus. Well. The more you know, I guess.

Anyway, going forward, I'm going to go in depth on some of my favorites, and hopefully you come with! Send me questions or suggestions on stuff you want me to talk about or look at :)

Also yes I've seen the movie no I will not talk about it here but maybe later because it's been awhile since I saw it

[shi-daisy]

Yooo! Since you have said the second fic will be Neris/ Vanserra bros and want to make more content for them I have something of a request.

If you've read the Neris Halloween fic here on Tumblr. Do you have any ideas as to who your version of the Vanserras would be? I really need to know what those rascals would be doing in costume.

Anon yesss!!! I'm having a blast with Tamlin and Lucien but I can't wait to start writing my Autmn babies and my Lady Death, so send me anything you have with them ♥

I have indeed read @theladyofbloodshed Halloween foc many times and I still love it!. Ma'am if I may say I love your writing, especially Nesta's and your fics are a delight.

Okay so if it was my version of the Vanserra siblings that were in the maze and in costume this is what they'd be like:

Nemesis

In a modern AU we have meds and I'm sure that at least one of the other kiddos would keep an eye on their unstable second eldest brother. So if either Eris or Cedric made sure Nemesis took his meds and he had a toy knife instead of a real one he would be going as either Chucky from Child's Play or as Pennywise from IT. He already has fire orange hair and is a fan of fucked up horror (Saw, Hostel, Texas Chainsaw, etc) so our man would be thrilled for a chance to scare people and play with (fake) blood. Since night terrors and sleep paralysis are not fun he would try to make it until Dawn for the medal, and to fall asleep easily at home. He would be a pain in the ass if he finds out about Eris and Nesta. Dude just wants his bro to settle down, and to bug him too.

Gideon

Alas poor himbo, he's dead on my fics so we only see him in flashback but in a modern AU he might be the jock kid that wants to vibe and has no thoughts head empty. He'd dress up as Frankenstein's monster as a pair costume with Cedric. Dude is tall enough to rock it and would be thrilled to try and get a medal. (Immediately falls asleep as soon as he's home) Also shipping Eris with his Morticia.

Tanya/Tybalt

If this takes place pre-tramsition she'd dress up as Ghostface and use a voice modulator to sound feminine. That way she wouldn't be misgendered and not even Beron could give her grief. If this takes place post transition she'd dress up as Bloom from Winx Club. All she'd need is a wig and her glittery costume that she'd rock. Would also make the costumes for all her siblings cuz tailor in every univers baby! Wouldn't give Eris grief but would be excited to have a sister in law if things go well. Wouldn't stay until Dawn and heads home as soon as she gets on the rides and eats.

Arryn

Man just wants to be a pirate in every universe. He might be dead in the fics but here he would be Captain Hook, just to brother the others with his annoying accessory. Would also be chill about the Neris development mostly because this year the group didn't lose him but rather Eris and he got a breather from having to navigate the maze alone. Would also leave early after eating. Not a fan of the spooktacular.

Cedric

He'd be Dr. Frankenstein. Man's already a mad scientist in the fic let's make it official here too. Given he's in a pair costume with Gideon he'd have to make sure the man does not lose the group and would keep Nemesis from scaring the toddlers with fake blood. He might be the second youngest but if Eris isn't there then he's on dad duty and would have to stay until Dawn for Nemesis and Gideon. If he went to college for every science major then he'd be used to it by now and would happily stay up all night and maybe alm day if you let him. Would ship Neris but be quiet about it and let his older brothers be the ones to bother Eris.

[kon-konk]

Tsurugi headcanons?

I love this dude with all my heart, but a remarkable number of hcs i have about him are actually kinda sad.

Tsurugi has night terrors and nightmares. There's no way he doesn't, considering all he's gone through. A lot of his nightmares involve him not being able to find someone he's close to, or being the only one to remember them, like they never existed.

When Tsurugi wakes up after nightmares and night terrors, the first thing he does is try to text or call Touma.

Smells like cigarette smoke, and (like all mages) smells sparkly (I have a post somewhere explaining this because I know this makes 0 sense otherwise. I can't link it because I have no idea how to do so.)

He seems like the type to have spent a lot of time climbing things he shouldn't at some point, and has for sure fallen from a height that should have hurt, but just bounced back up and kept going. Yumi probably called him an idiot while Jun was chasing him down to make sure he really didn't hurt himself.

Spent a lot of time self-conscious about his teeth after spending so much of his childhood without them. Still has his moments about this one.

He learned to cook that strawberry cake that Jun's mom made him for his birthday. Actually, I hc he learned a lot of cooking skills from her.

Doesn't cook much, but when he does it almost always involves strawberries. One year, he was given one of those themed cookbooks that was all about strawberries for his birthday, and he has his favorite recipes memorized.

Out of habit, he still sucks the flavor out of things before chewing them sometimes.

I've said it before, but he full-body hugs pillows (or anything near him) when he's sleeping. Arms and legs locked around that thing. If there's nothing near him, he curls up into fetal position.

(This one is because of the TANAKABOX Valentine's/White Day event) Is exceedingly clingy to a partner. They're not moving farther than arm's length from him if they're in the same room. Walks with his arm thrown around their shoulders (or, if they're too tall for that to be comfy, their waist) when they're outside. Insists on his partner hand feeding him, or if he's feeling extra loving, he insists on feeding his partner.

[nyxthedragon225]

Nyx's fics masterlist

ao3 oneshots:

But Little Do We Know The Stars Welcome Him With Open Arms- Arlin, Finn, Drey, and little Chip stargaze on the Black Rose.

Gill gets a weighted blanket- What it says on the tin.

I Can't Help Falling In Love- Krangle trapped in a closet fic.

And You Let Your Hair Grow Out- A study of transfemme Jay Ferin and her relationship with her hair.

Monkeys And The Common Cold- (request from a friend) Loopy and sick Dakota gets up to some mischief.

I'm Sorry, I Love You, Goodbye- Really fuckin sad "william and vyncent die" oneshot featuring a lot of flower symbolism and prose.

Any Day Spent With You Is My Favorite Day- Pure plotless fluff of polypurps cuddling.

This Is Me- All the pd + Tide is trans and comes out to each other for National Coming Out Day in America.

Sweet Dreams (Are Made Of This) - Mild Rand whump featuring poly bayou boys.

Strangely He Feels At Home In This Place- Chronic fatigue William whump.

At Least It Was You & Companion Art Peice- Kian kills Rolan and Rand and also they're gay.

Wreck My Heart And Give Me Stitches- William has period cramps.

Scars- A study on one William Wisp and his scars.

And Nothing Ever Changes- nbr makeout/shotgunning fic.

I Got A Terror I Can't Shake (Pushing Down On My Lungs)- polypd late night whump.

Struck By Lightning- (based on a fic by @/phantom-does-a-thing) Gillion and Chip hating thunderstorms whump.

I'm Not Sure What To Do To Get Out Of This Goo (That I've Absorbed)- William has a panic attack during school, Dakota and Vyncent help.

bets- Another nbr shotgunning fic.

Day Off- The Dimension Dudes get a day off, and Kasper loves his husband and children and co-parent.

If It Ain't Love Than There's Only War- Polypd diy some punk boots.

You Should Just Forget My Name- Trebletheft (Chip x Jazz) fic.

The More I Let Myself Up (The More I Come Undone)- Winged!William wingfic.

It Wasn't Supposed To Go Like This- Hurt no comfort of Vyncent dying.

If You Love Someone Let Them Go (But If You Really, Really Love Them, Let Them Stay)- nbr getting together after the battle.

Couch Cuddles- Polypd cuddles + William dealing with some of his insecurities.

I Found This Place That I Filled With Empty Space- Rolan and Kian make plans about leaving Galloway.

This Is A Home We Just Don't Have A Door: Vyncent has trouble sleeping.

Multichapter fics:

Like Theseus' Ship, We'll Fix The Busted Bits- 5+1 Lizzie whump (finished)

None Of Them Were Saviors- Willaim and Vyncent are vigilantes, Dakota is an exiled hero. (in progress)

I Think You're Worth Keeping Around (I Think You're Worth Holding On To)- (written for a friend) Mark shows up injured on Tide's doorstep. They go from there. (in progress)

5 Times Vyncent Thought His Teammates Were Courting Him And 1 Time They Actually Were- 5+1 polypd (in progress)

William Wisp's 6 Rules To Keeping Friends During The Zombie Apocalypse- Pd Zombie au (in progress)

Tumblr Oneshots:

Vyncent and William under a collapsed building together

[cosmic--marmalade]

2 and 23 for the horror movie asks please :)))

2. What is the scariest horror movie you have ever seen?

23. Do you have any controversial Horror opinions?

Well I am answering these ones at the same time and then giving/elaborating on a few of my others cause, yes I think I have a few of those.

The scariest horror movie I have ever seen, and probably my most controversial opinion rn, is Skinamarink. Stop cringing and allow me to explain, okay?

Does the movies have a coherent plot? No. Does it focus on poorly lit, weird angles on walls and muffled dialogue? Yes. But this isn't an issue for me, very specifically me because I know for a fact this movie is long, and boring, and not scary to many many many people.

Most importantly, did I finish it? Didn't even make it halfway. Why? I've had chronic severe night terrors my whole life, and experienced sleep paralysis regularly until I was a teenager. Skinamarink perfectly captures what that experience was like for me, like uncannily so. When you have night terrors and sleep paralysis at the same time, you end up having nightmares while awake and completely frozen in your own body. It does not help that one of the characters has a name that's one letter away from my dead name, and familial abuse/divorce is implied to be the situational backdrop of the movie. It was a lot to reexperience all at once.

Picture this, you're about 7, you just got done listening to your parents fight over bills again because you're stuck awake in your body, you've been staring at the same poorly lit wall for one, two, three, fuck if you're really unlucky four hours. Something is in the room with you, you can't see it, maybe you think you can hear it, but you can feel it. You don't know what it is, or what it wants besides to hurt you. Your active imagination fills in the blanks. When you wake up you know it'll just happen again.

Congrats you don't need to watch Skinamarink now! The hazy nightmare logic, the tired meandering, combined with the emphasis on the lack of agency of the really young cast just got to me in a way that other horror movies haven't. I couldn't detach myself from the horror of this movie the way I have other movies, because it reflects the memories of lived experiences Inhave actively been avoiding thinking about for like almost 20 years. Oof.

More controversial opinions under the cut

First and foremost,

ELI ROTH NEVER NEEDS TO MAKE ANOTHER HORROR MOVIE AGAIN! I hate him, I hate grindhouse torture porn bro horror with such a visceral passion, Eli Roth is a shitty filmmaker and I could die happy if he never makes another movie, let alone a horror movie, ever again.

Halloween 3 is good actually. Not explaining that one.

And on that note Blackula, black explotation films within the horror genre are good actually (this one may not be as controversial but I got into a huge fight with a dude in a film class once about it and it stuck with me ever since).

I think Bly Manor was just as scary as Hill House. The intensity is the same to me, it just emphasizes different aspects of gothic horror that's not as popular as the themes of Hill House. I think a lot of people were expecting a happier ending than they got which is why the backlash of that season was so enormous tbh.

Can we stop making catholic propaganda into horror movies? Unless you have something new to give me possession movies are overrated at best, and genuine conservative catholic propaganda at worst, I'm Fucking Over It.

[megkana209]

Ch 2

"Cassie I have a few things I didn't get done on my shift" my coworker points to a stack of papers left on the desk by our main computer. "Just some new orders and X rays."

I nod my head in a silent confirmation that I was listening. Good the voice was going to leave me alone during the day time today as well. I used to exclusively work the night shift as the night time always scared me while sleeping but sense the voice appeared I began picking up day shifts not wanting to have a crazy conversation with myself during my work hours. I admit I'm a bit of a scary cat during the night, always feeling something was out to get me, so when the voices started I felt my fears confirmed. Most night now I anxiously cower near my husband before sleep takes me.

"Now let's go count the narcotics so I can get out of here." Connie prattle on.

"Ready to get home to jeff?" I asked genuinely curious. "Ow yes you know how he can be the big baby. He can't survive without me. I have to go home and cook him a meal before I can relax." She laughs a little at her own situation. "You got lucky with your husband being a chef I'll tell you. That lemon chicken you brought us last time was spectacular. Tell him thanks again."

I took the keys to the narcotic box and smiled at her gingerly. "If I tell him thanks one more time he'll think he has to cook you a feast to keep his biggest fans praise going lol. But seriously you should come over one night and we'll do just that."

"I'd love that" she replies simply in-between firing off narcotic numbers.

With my keys in hand I set off to begin my medication round, humming joyously to myself. Today would be a good day then. "Hello Tim, marcus." I call down those long yellow halls. They great back with a simple wave of the hand and a smile on there face. Ow yes a good day and one I will spend theorizing again on my down time.

I have a list of clues and theories for my mystery speaker. All of which seem silly and uninventful but I soldier on, determined to catch him and prove the paranormal as real, and myself not being crazy.

"Cassie we have a problem over here. Someone's complaining of pain." Rachel my cna calls out. "Coming" I reply pulling myself from my own thought as I lock my cart and begin my way to my patient. "I'm already ready to head home" I mutter to myself.

"Rachel do you ever have night terrors?" The day had slowed immensely and the two workers had taken there spots at the nurses station to begin their paper work for the day. "Not particularly" she replied bored and playing on her phone.

"I've been getting these waking dreams that have been freaking me out lately. I'm afraid my anxiety is going to go through the roof if they continue." I reply. My computer screen humming as I click away the hours charting.

"Havr you tried anything for your anxiety? You know go to the doctor or just light up a good Ole joint. Cannabis helps me with my anxiety"

"Rachel! We are in the health care field!" I laugh aloud "you'll loose your job."

"Let them fire me ill get a new job in a second and then I wouldn't have to deal with our good old friend frank anymore." She smiles.

Frank is one of our biggest trouble patients. He has a habit of not only sneaking off into the female residents rooms but harassing the staff as well.

"Cannabis is a no but maybe your right maybe I should go see a doctor, but you know me I hate doctors."

'Doctors won't help you anyways' my male voice said into my mind.

My fingers fumble on the key board, dread and shock coursing through me momentarily. I gulp but continue my conversation.

"My dude, there's nothing wrong with seeing the doctor. Don't be a chicken lol. You don't get poked with a needle everytime you go."

I scowl but continue on with my work, ruffling through a few more order papers.

"Night terrors could be a sign of some repressed shit though Cass. You may need to work something out."

"Ow I'm working something out." I mutter back.

[dragondemoness]

Hi! I wanted to know if I could request Sdr2 with a S/O that's like Hibiki from SDRA2, with her sister Kanade (can just be whatever you want Kanade to be replaced with like S/N or something), so basically just SDRA2's chapter 3 lol

I had to do my research for this one, but I do hope it came out good :3

Also I'm sorry this is so late-

DR2 Cast with an S/O Who's Like Hibiki (Super Danganronpa Another 2) (feat. Reader's sibling)

Hajime Hinata 

He really wasn't a fan of you at first

He didn't like how demanding and bossy you were

And more so, how you were so quick to blame people during the trials

Whenever anyone got the slightest hint on them?

It was suddenly their fault

But he had to admit, you were quite a looker

And you had a beautiful voice as well, being the Ultimate Vocalist

When you started getting to know each other, you acted much sweeter than usual

Maybe you weren't so bad after all

So you paid all attention to him and ditched your sibling

Things got worse when your classmates caught the Despair Disease

I was gonna do the motive videos but it's from the first game😶

You ended up with the Gullible Disease, and your personality did a complete 180

Hajime was highly concerned, and your sibling decided to use your weakness to their advantage 

And so, they manipulated you into murdering one of your classmates

When the class trial came around, you were completely cured and had no memory of what you did

But Hajime figured it out, and he was horrified

And so were you

As you were getting executed, you tried to grab the key to unlock the chains while you and your sibling slowly suffocated

You managed to grab the key, but, well, you did not survive

And neither did your sibling

Hajime was horrified and permanently scarred after that

He has no idea what to think, or how to move on

Nagito Komaeda 

Like the other Ultimates, he found you to be hopeful

He doesn't mind that you're bossy, but he does jump whenever you have a sudden outburst

He loves your voice and seeing you perform

He noticed the way you acted towards your sister, but he just assumed you were just joking around, so he didn't say anything

But when you caught the despair disease, things took a turn

He was shocked to learn that you, someone so hopeful, murdered a classmate

He can't bear to watch your execution

But by the end of it, he feels sick

Nagito doesn't hold any grudges against you though

He's mad at your sibling for manipulating you

But the trial is over, and there's nothing he can do

Kazuichi Soda 

He really didn't like your bossiness at first

But soon after, he began simping over you like he did for Sonia

I mean, with your looks and voice, how could he not?

He did find himself wondering about you and your sibling, but just brushed it off

But during the despair disease pandemic, you were manipulated into murdering someone

He was on your side the whole time, defending you from any accusations

Even more so that you didn't even remember what you did

He hates that you have to get executed

The killing wasn't even your fault

But all he can do is watch your execution, even if he tries to look away

At the end of it, he's just staring, wide eyed and horrified

Poor dude isn't getting any sleep that night

Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu 

He completely hates your guts in the beginning

Your bossiness reminded him of Mahiru

But then he saw your sweet side, and decided that you weren't so bad 

And he couldn't help but smile when you performed with Ibuki and your sibling

He was so mad when you caught the despair disease

He wanted nothing more than to be with you, but he was forced to stay away

And in that time, you committed a murder

He's so mad at your sibling for tricking you while you were vulnerable

Also tries to interfere with your execution like he did with Peko

But he watches in terror as your body separated from your head before passing out from fear

Now he's lost two people he cared for

Gundham Tanaka 

Also not a fan of you at first

Your personality just rubs him the wrong way

But once he gets to know you, he changes his mind

He also loves watching you perform

When you catch the despair disease, like Fuyuhiko, he just wants to be by your side

But he begrudgingly agrees to be patient

Like Kazuichi, he fiercely defends you and insists that you're not the killer

And he reprimands your sister for tricking you

He can only look away as you get executed

But at the very least, he'll be reunited with you soon

Teruteru Hanamura 

Oh, he liked you right off the bat

Your looks and your voice were just so attractive

And he couldn't help but find your bossiness attractive as well

But your outbursts were mildly startling

He loved to watch you perform as well

But when the despair disease was going around and you caught it, he desperately wanted to be with you

He literally had to be held back by Hajime and Kazuichi

But then he agreed to be patient, while worrying about you the whole time

During the class trial, he gets so passionate about you being innocent

His real accent comes out while he's defending you

He tries to interfere with your execution, but once again, has to be held back

He watches in terror as you and your sibling get executed

He has no idea what to do without you

Nekomaru Nidai 

He doesn't really pay much mind to you at first

But when you performed for the first time, you really caught his eye

And after that, he began to notice who you really were

Your tendency to be bossy showed him that you weren't afraid to speak up when you had an opinion

And he couldn't help but admire that about you

He wasn't there during the despair disease pandemic, as he was healing from Monokuma's attack

But when he got back, he was horrified to learn that you had been executed

Even more so, what caused you to do it

He hates that he lost you, but he's determined to survive the rest of the killing game for you

As long as he can anyway-

The Impostor 

Another one who didn't really care for you at first

He wasn't a fan of your bossiness, or your sudden outbursts

But as he got to know you, you weren't so bad

And he had to admit, you had quite the pretty voice

He was incredibly protective of you when the despair disease hit

Even if he couldn't be with you physically, he always checked in on you

And he defended you during the trial

He's horrified to learn the truth, and he reprimands your sibling for what they did

He watches in terror as you're very cruelly executed

He tries to carry on for you though

Izuru Kamakura

He just doesn't really care at first

You're just an Ultimate, like the others

How boring

But he can't help but glance at you when you perform

You're... quite remarkable

Then he studies you more, then realizes that you're not as boring as you appeared

When the despair disease hit, no problem

He's technically the Ultimate Nurse, so he stayed by your side and did whatever he could

Although even he can't completely cure a disease like this

And the one time he left you alone, you and your sibling took action

Izuru is so mad when he finds out the truth

Not at you, but your sibling for taking advantage of you

He desperately wants to stop the execution, but he knows he can't

So he tightly closes his eyes so he doesn't have to look

And after that, he knows for sure what he has to do

Which is stop the mastermind, no matter what

Chiaki Nanami

Also didn't really pay much mind to you

You were just another Ultimate, after all

But you watch her play video games and ask about rhythm games, which catches her attention

She's interested in you now

She boots up a rhythm game and asks you to play

Maybe you're more fun than she thought

When you catch the despair disease, she can't help but worry about you

But she's much more patient than the others

And during the trial, she figured it out quicker than the others

She hates that your sibling took advantage of you like that

And she watches in sadness as the both of you get executed, though she couldn't help but gag at seeing yours

It hurts, but she still plans on surviving for you

Mikan Tsumuki 

She was pretty nervous around you at first

Given your bossy attitude and your sudden outburst, she couldn't help but be anxious

But you did have a pretty voice, and you did look stunning, especially when you were performing 

And she liked that she was the only one you showed your sweet side to

She was hella concerned about you when you caught the despair disease, but she was right by your side the whole time

But the one time she left you alone, you and your sibling were up to disaster

During the class trial, Mikan shyly but passionately defended you

She's horrified to learn that you were the killer after all

She doesn't blame you at all though

If there's anyone to blame, it's your sibling

She can't bear to watch your execution

All she can do is cry, devastated at losing you

But she ended up catching the despair disease from you

Looks like she won't be far behind you...

Akane Owari 

She really doesn't care much for you in the beginning

You just seem a little stuck-up and rude

But as she gets to know you, she realizes that you're better than she thought

And she watches with a wide grin as you perform with your sibling

Then you both end up with the despair disease, and you have to separate

She has no idea what's going on, and she's not there when you and your sibling get to work

And when it's time for the trial, she angrily and passionately defends you

And she damn near strangles your sibling for taking advantage of you like that

She can only watch as you vainly try to free yourself, and nearly gag when you failed

Hiyoko Saionji 

She hated you when you first met

She thought you were acting like a bitch, even though she was a bitch herself

But she can't help but smile wide when she watches you perform

Like when she watched Ibuki perform, but happier

Maybe you're alright after all

During the despair disease pandemic,  she stayed far away from you, but she'd be lying if she said she wasn't worried about you

And when it came time for the class trial, she shot down any accusations towards you

She calls you an idiot for killing, even though she knows it wasn't your fault

She's mainly mad at your sibling for making you do it

Now she's clinging onto your arm and begging you not to go

But she can't do anything besides watch with fear and disgust as you got executed

And soon after, Mikan killed her

Mahiru Koizumi 

You were bossy and unafraid to speak your mind, a lot like her

She actually quite enjoyed that about you

She didn't have sudden outbursts like you though, but she didn't mind too much

She took lots of pictures of you performing, and looks at them with a smile

During the despair disease situation, she also stayed far away, but she checked on you regularly

And when it came time for the trial, she defended you from accusations

She scolds you for killing, though she's only projecting and she's not actually mad at you

Now all she can do is watch in terror as you and your sibling get executed

She can't help but gag at yours though

She feels empty without you, and soon, she won't be far behind you

Ibuki Mioda 

She always liked you

It didn't matter if you were bossy or had sudden outbursts

She just enjoys the fact that you're a vocalist

She begs you and your sibling to perform with her, and you have a hell of a time

You and her both caught the despair disease, and were forced to separate

She was completely unaware of what you and your sibling were doing

During the trial, she does her best to defend you

She's horrified that you killed someone, and that your sibling tricked you into it

She gets really sad, begging you not to leave her

Starts foaming at the mouth upon seeing your attempt at escaping

And soon, she gets killed by Mikan

Sonia Nevermind 

She thought you were interesting

She didn't mind your bossiness or sudden outbursts too much

What put her off was the way you treated your sibling

Something about it just rubbed her the wrong way, but she tried to brush it off 

She is in absolute awe of your voice

When the despair disease hit, she desperately wants to be with you, but understands that she needs to be patient

And when it came time for the trial, she was there to defend you

She's absolutely horrified that your sibling manipulated you into doing something like that

She doesn't blame you at all though

She doesn't watch the execution, she can't

It's hard, but she plans on surviving until the very end

Peko Pekoyama

She didn't pay much attention to you at first

She has her young master to worry about, she doesn't have time to worry about anyone else

But something you catches her attention

She just can't help but be in awe of your voice

During the despair disease situation, she really wants to be by your side to protect you

But Mikan urges her to stay away, and she begrudgingly agrees

Which was the perfect opportunity for you and your sibling to commit a murder

Look what you did Mikan🤦‍♀️

Peko defends you passionately

There's no way her young master is a killer!

And you're not

It was your sibling's fault

Peko doesn't blame you at all

She tries to use her sword to free you from the chains, but she was too late

You were already gone

She can only hold your beheaded body in her arms while your sibling eventually dies as well

That experience was traumatizing for her

But she'll still survive, for you

[relax-and-read-on]

My top 18 primarch, in descending order.

Bcs I want yell about my boys and everyone has to accept that traitor primarch are just Build Different. Btw- if anyone wants me to drop my headcanons about... Anything primarch related, or just want me yelling about narrative and such, drop in my ask lmao.

18. - Lion el'Johnson: A bastard. A fucking bastard. I made an entire post on why his story is terrible. He make ne enraged. God. 0/10, you were not even in the running.

17. - Ferrus Manus: boy your so lucky fanon made you better, because you actually bore me to tears in canon. It's bad when your best attribute is that your bff with someone else. 1/10, at least you TRIED.

16. - Horus Lupercal: My dude. My bro. Why u so boring. Seriously, for the main big bad guy, your so bland... Another case of "his relationship to others are more interesting than his own story." 1/10, for fucking up big E.

15. - Jaghatai Khan: It's not you, it's me. I don't know enough about him and I just can't seem to FIND anything that really hook me to him. Also, his aesthetic don't work for me. 2/10, he seem nice at least.

14. - Alpharius Omegon: Listen you two. I want to like you. I want to enjoy your deal. But I would need to *figure out your fucking story first*. Bastards. Absolute gremlin. They would be out of the contest if they weren't low key funny. 3/10 for trolling potential.

13. - Rogal Dorn: I can ear my gf howling in anger at her fav being so low. But, for all his awkwardness and autistic coding, I just... Don't really vibe with the guy. Also, urg, his color scheme offend me. And I'm a Pert fan. 3/10, mostly so my gf don't yell at me.

12. - Leman Russ: I would like you my dude if your writing did not make me viscerally angry. Also, you fucked over my boy magnus *and for what hu????* No right. He's only this high because fandom save him, and he's stupidly sexy. 4/10 would have a drunk one night stand with.

11. - Mortarion: The deal is, I want to like Morty more. He's aesthetically pleasing and seem to have my type of personality. I just... Can't seem to "get" him, if that make sense? I want to know more about him. I want to like him more. 4/10, you intrigue me.

10. - Sanguinius: I knoooow, perfect angel baby, so low?!? But that's the thing, he's kinda... Too perfect. He's like good white bread. Sure, it's good, but it's still just freaking white bread. Fandom make him a lot more interesting tho. 5/10, I would marry him and divorce him a few ywars later, and it would 100% be me fault.

9. - Angron: Oh Angron. My sweet son. You writing goes from so my of the best to some of the worst. You legitimately had the most tragic story line. You never had a single chance. He has Karn at his side, wich is another 11/10 character. I like him, but he's a bit one note. 6/10, would attempt a one night stand and get murdered for it. Worth it.

8. - Fulgrim: ok we are REALLY hitting the fav bunch now. First of all, our man here is queer coded, wich make me legally obligated to stan him. Second... The DRAMA he being. Third, he's nice (?) to Konrad. Fourth, mf has the Most Dramatic primarch murder with Ferrus. He's larger than life. I'm a bit sad that his fall was not... Better written.... But I adore him, and his army, and his overly emotional queer ass. 7/10, also happen to be the best dressed primarch and I respect the FUCK outta that.

7. - Corvus Corax: It's CROW CROW AYEEE!! The entire concept of the character is too good ngl. Communist sciency sneaky baby white raven and Poe aesthetic?!? Excuse me did someone ask 14 years old me to come up with the concept???? And THEN he become a warp entity to bully Lorgar?!? Seriously, other character deserve cool shit too! 8/10, I kinda want to be him more than I want to sleep with him.

6. - Roboute Guilliman: listen. *Listen*. People are legit sleeping on Roboute. This man?? Is *funny*. It's just that no one realised that he has the best sarcastic humour this side of the eye of terror. He's funny, care about others, and just generally get so DONE about things, it's incredible. I love him in 40k. He's such a good character. 9/10, would make a excellent father to my kids.

5. - Magnus The Red: Magnus. Ohhhh Magnus. Canon and fanon love you so much. You are a wonderful, complete and uther prick. I say this with love. One of the best storyline, for one of the most well loved character. An absolute favorite. My only grip is that sometime he's a bit *too* much... But he still usually likable at the end of the day. 9.5/10, you just don't have that perfect ompf facter.

4. - Lorgar Aurelian: I was raised catholic so I have an excuse!!! Would he gaslight me?? Yes. Do I feel incredible sympathies for a man who wanted to be good and was thrown away by his literal god? Does he has probably what amount to the best narrative is 40k? Also yes to both. Do I think he's sexy? Most definitely. The only reasons he's not higher is that he become kinda stall once he won. 10/10, a story of biblical proportion.

3. - Vulkan: Listen. *Listen*. I'm sorry, but it's REALLY hard to not objectified his sexy himbo ass. God. He has the same energy as those sexy firemen calendar holding puppy's. Like, bro, you have to choose, you can't be a greek god AND the nicest. He's so good, he ascended past the shitty writing he was served. An icon. 11/10, would present him to my parents.

2. - Perturabo: you ever find a character that is like, all the toxic red flag you like and make you whisper "I can fix him"??. This is how I feel about Perturabo. I adore his story. I adore that he make his own misery. That he's a bastard. And that, under all that iron, all he ever wanted was recognitions, love and acceptance. He may bot have the best storyline of 40k, but he certainly has my favorite. I adore him. 1000/10, would marry that toxic man in a heartbeat.

1. - Konrad Curze: My son. My baby gremlin cannibal son. He eat people. He's awful. He doesn't bath. He enjoy suffering. But he's still one of the best written character in 40k. His books, and any Night Lords book for the matters, are wonderful tragedy. It's unreal. He's so wonderful. So tragic. I love him. I want to be his mom. Infinite/10, I don't even want to fuck him that's HOW MUCH I love him.