#hehe the ending is close

[naffeclipse]

Ok so chapter 19 SURE WAS A CHAPTER! HOLY CRAP THINGS ARE GOING DOWN NOW!! NAFF THIS IS SO GOOD I AAA I CAN’T!! THE BETRAYAL!!!! THE POSSESSION!!!! VANESSA!!!!! AAAAAAA!!!!!!!

I cannot believe there’s just one part left of this episode… I can’t…

(gonna try to make it easier to see the difference between my comments and the parts of the fic by making the fic parts blue)

You wring your hands together as Moon tilts his head slightly.

“Are you scared?” he rasps.

They’re so gentle.. aaa my heart… When having finished reading and knowing what’s about to unfold later this question becomes sooo much more intense..

The claws lightly pressing into the bone of your jaw causes you to breathe out. You cover the hand and slowly turn to press a kiss into the cool, smooth palm. A low spasm races through the animatronic. When you lift your gaze, Moon’s pale eyes are bright, flashing almost in a frenzy.

Hehe, they blush! Or maybe they’re getting restless, ether way they have mad butterflies X3

Thank you for giving us a sweet little moment like this, we really needed it for what’s about to go down..

You wonder if you’ve ever missed anything they said because of their demon voice. Could they have spoken and you mistook it for a grumble?

I can just think of the low purrs being words of adoration and praises aaaa!!!

As promised, the next page is decorated with diaphragms and charcoal illustrations of the curious and creepy function of the demonic cryptid, painting an image of the bear beast’s stomach splitting open to reveal a bony cage of dripping goo, dark brown fur pulled back.

THIS IS SICK! FREDDY IS SICK!! I LOVE HIM!!

They return to their vessel, sated. It’s not a rule breaker’s heart, but it returns the energy that was taken by the cursed seal. They are strong. They are eager to see your lovely, tired face.

‘Lovely, tired face’ really got me :’0

The man’s heart is missing.

Something or someone ate it.

Meep live reaction: “No,,, no no no nooo I know where this is going and I hate it!!!”

A metallic hand seizes your wrist. Glowing eyes flash crimson. A warning echoes your name in betrayal. You tilt your fingers and watch the salt spill out, forming a thick mound that stretches from end to end of the salt circle and completes it.

I’M CRYING!!!! DAMNIT!!!!!

“No, no, that wasn’t—we never meant for that to hurt you—”

“I was in a cornfield just like that. That hunter could have been me. That hunter was me .”

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!! Man this hits HARD. You're not holding back any punches anymore huh (not that you haven’t punched us hard before). Also it’s so easy to visualize Sun spasming animalistically and act like a caged animal in this scene from how you describe everything! The whole scene is so beautifully written!

"You are abysmal,” you whisper, at last turning back to face Sun’s frozen smile. “I shouldn’t be surprised. You’re a demonic cryptid.”

This is where you ripped my heart out and held it in your claws right in front of me. Naff, this is where you killed me.

Abysmal…

To think I was worried when they were in the middle of fighting the rake, when emotions were running high and that wall formed between them. All those other moments of complex feelings feel so tame now compared to this.

“Do not come back to me. You leave when night falls, and you don’t come back.” You lower your hand and force away a shudder in your breath. “I will treat you like any other cryptid I’ve hunted before.”

And here is where you ate my heart. Killing me again.

NAFF I’M RATTLING YOU SO HARD!!! THIS IS SO GOOD AND I’M CRYING SO HARD!!! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME!!!! After aaaaall this time and through the good and the bad, this moment, these lines feel so earned, so right but also so wrong, it hurts so soooo bad.. You’ve been building up to this through the whole story, it feels so satisfying but so painful.

“I’m going to take care of the scary thing, then I’m going to take care of you.”

This line will never get old I swear!!! NEVER!!! <3<3<3

“Nessie!” You reach out as more black fluid emerges from underneath the neckline of her shirt, phasing from her body underneath the edges of her open jacket and spilling over the orange and red leaves.

She gasps. A wretched gag escapes her as more darkness spews from her skin, leaking from every pore before she twists towards you, eyes wide, and vomits. Dark goo falls underneath her. You swiftly nab her arm, dragging her away from the pile of twitching, unholy matter, and clutch her close.

I love how visceral this exorcism is, it’s sooo horrible and disgusting and I applaud you for writing it this way, the goo leaking from every pore, the demon having a physical presence as it gets vomited out and pools on the ground. Just aaaaaAAARRGH!! LOVE IT!!!

You don’t shy away from writing and describing things like gore, violence and in this case possession in full detail. You don’t have to do that, but you do! It’s part of why I enjoy your writing so much. You also write it in a way that doesn’t just make it a gross mess. Idk how exactly to describe it, but there’s beauty in the horrific, it’s not all just one homogeneous color of violence and gore, you can tell what’s what in the mess.

Violet eyes glow with black halos for pupils. A terrible coldness douses you in horror. The shadowy being stands on legs bent like the hind legs of an animal’s, inky body black and tinted violet. Long arms sway with razor-sharp claws grasping at the air. You stare at its teeth, saber-like and bared, prepared to tear into skin and bone.

GOD HE’S UGLY! I LOVE HIM AND HATE HIM AND WANNA TEAR HIM TO SHREDS!

The demonic cryptid eyes flash. Black pupils devour you. It lowers itself closer and your breath fogs the narrow space between you and the cryptid. Your heart stops.

It shoves its mouth upon yours in a crushing kiss. The world turns violet.

You gag on the liquid invading your tongue, your throat, your senses, then jerk sporadically. A burning, unearthly agony overtakes you. Something sinks into your flesh, spilling over your face.

It’s taking you.

OH NO OH GOD OH FUCK NOOOO!!!!! Ok so this is TERRIBLE and I hate it with every fiber of my being, but damn I love it!!!!!! HE ENTERS YOU BY KISSING YOU!?! NO GOD NOOO!!! Also again, I love how you describe the possession! It’s not just smoke or shadow seeping in to control you, it’s a physical presence that chokes you, invades you and hurts you. It’s like a giant demonic parasite living within you.

But also I love the concept of it entering through the mouth in a “kiss” and what it’ll do to the first kiss that will eventually be shared between Y/N and Eclipse. Oh gosh that’ll be a rough memory to try and not remember in that moment…

Silent, still, and suspended, you are possessed.

A low growl reverberates through the purple pitch-black along with a terrible, dark voice.

My vessel, reluctant follower.

You will serve me well.

Eclipse will be SO MAD when they realize that Y/N is/was possessed. They will be FURIOUS.

Naff I’m going absolutely insane. INSANE INSANE INSANE!!! Holy fuck! Wtf!!! AAAAAAAAAA!!!! I’M SO EXCITED!!!! AND SO SCARED!!!

This comment is a mess, I’m sorry.. But this chapter left my brain in a mess! Not in a bad way though, It’s a good kind of mess! I have so much Cryptid Sightings brainrot you don’t even know!

These chapters are coming out so fast I’m honestly scared that the ending is so near :’0

AMAZING CHAPTER AS ALWAYS!! AAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!

AHHH MEEP I LOVE SEEING YOUR REACTIONS ESPECIALLY TO SPECIFIC PARAGRAPHS/SENTENCES AHHHHH

I'm especially happy you enjoyed the possession scene! I wanted to depict it as all-consuming, that there is no piece of a human left untouched by a demonic cryptid. It's a very disturbing visual but I didn't want it to be too gratuitous! Just get it across that it's a very, very bad thing.

Do you remember the scene in the vampire episode when Y/N opens up the abandoned animatronic to see a lot of unearthly goo dripping inside? Now imagine that, but in a human. Not pretty ;-;

Don't apologize, I love this so much! I am rattling you so hard right now, ahhh! Thank you so much, babe! ♥

[seiwas]

sellllllll it's meeeeee. hehehehehehehehehhehe

so for ur writing exercises.... deku + light? please? pretty please?

:3c

heheh heheh hehe niku. this will be the death of me. me writing izuku for the first time 🥲 i will only do this for you </3

contains: established relationship, spoilers for the end of the manga, aged up deku but sometime in between the final outcome (he doesn't get the h*** s*** from bakugo yet), mentions of sex and scars

deku + light

izuku only sleeps with the lights off.

it isn't uncommon; many people you know can't sleep with even just a sliver of light turned on somewhere in the room. but the difference with izuku, you learn, is not that he's unable to stand the light―it's that he refuses to.

you quickly pick up on it the first few times he sleeps over.

he fidgets in bed, pretty badly, actually. the nightlight you sleep with glows a warm yellow, illuminating the side of your face and coating him in its afterglow. you chalk it up to nerves, how he pulls at his sleeves and adjusts his position constantly; he is, after all, one of the most anxious people you know.

and this relationship―it's new. heck, even you feel a little jittery with his arm wrapped around you.

the rhythmic tapping on your hip only increases pace. you don't think he realizes it, so your hand gently reaches for his, intertwining your fingers as you turn around in his arms.

he's close, nearly touching you nose-to-nose; the proximity leaves you fuzzy, a little ticklish, so you giggle, a soft "oops," as the freckles dusting his face almost glisten under the warm light.

"hi," you whisper, meeting his eyes; they stare back at you wide in surprise, "can't sleep?"

he looks almost guilty at your question, as if you’ve caught him with the one thing he's been trying to keep from you.

"just—" his voice comes out louder than intended, prompting him to chuckle nervously as he readjusts his volume, "just winding down, sorry."

you inch closer, nuzzling his nose lightly, "it's okay."

"did i wake you?" he asks, cheeks flushing pink as his eyebrows furrow in immediate concern. his expression is something caught between stifling a grin and feeling sorry.

you shake your head against the pillow you share, strands of your hair tangling with his. "just winding down," you tease, watching as his gaze turns softer, eyelids drooping heavier.

sometimes, you think, izuku holds the world in his eyes―a deep, dark green, the color of life. most times, they look at you with wonderment, bright and alive; photos from inko tell you they're the eyes of his inner child.

on nights like this one, however, they hide a depth in them weighted by what you can only assume is time, and all that has happened to him in such a short span of it.

you try your best to understand what lies beneath them, knowing full well he'll never tell you outright what truly bothers him.

"is it the light?" you bring up, some time after laying in silence.

"hm?" he clarifies.

"do you have a hard time sleeping with the nightlight?"

his eyes widen briefly once more, as if shocked that you've caught him again. these split second reactions are ones you've learned to be attentive to when it comes to izuku.

"no," he tries to lie, but you know better as you turn to your nightstand and reach for its switch, "you don't–"

"it was hurting my eyes," you quickly make up an excuse, tucking yourself closer under his chin as you cut off his attempt to deny it again.

finding out that the light was the problem was the easy part—

you'd begun to notice much earlier on that izuku was barely rested on the nights he'd spend at your place. it was only when your old nightlight broke that you began to notice him waking up much later than you did, groggily rousing from a deep sleep.

—what was hard, was figuring out why.

at first, you suspected it was his scars.

"s-sorry, it's not—" he'd warned you, right as your hands gripped the hem of his shirt the first time you were about to have sex, "—it's not nice."

you didn't care though; you still don't care, and you've made that abundantly clear to him since. you love izuku and all his parts―all the nicks and jaggedy pieces of skin that make up who he is.

when you eventually ask him about it, with a request that he be honest with you for once, he tells you that it is and it isn't―the reason why he exclusively sleeps with the lights off, that is.

it's an odd, comforting relationship he has with his body—that he is simultaneously grateful and sorry for how its become a canvas, both painted and marred to symbolize japan’s historic last stand.

you find out the real reason when you catch him staring at his hands.

he does it often, when he thinks you aren't looking—his fists bunched up in the same way he used to watch the power of one for all course through his fingertips; the same way he used to prepare them in battle.

there’s a faraway look in his eyes that lingers, you notice—a little wistful if anything.

“do you miss it?” you finally ask. he gives you the same shocked look he does every time, as if he’s been caught with a secret he’s been trying to hide.

he’s learned a fair bit about you now, too, though—lying to you is futile when you’ve perfected reading his truth. he stares at his fists again as you take a seat beside him, moving to give you space. you rest your head on his shoulder gently, waiting.

“sometimes,” he admits, but you know it’s an understatement.

“i think about the vestiges a lot. i miss them the most, i think,” he continues, clenching his fists tightly, “i always try to reach out to them, but i guess it doesn’t work that way.”

“i… i try to replicate the right conditions every night, but…” then he lets go, stretching his fingers out wide. the scars on the surface ripple through his skin, telling its own story.

you hum, acknowledging what he means. silence sits with the two of you as you take his hand in yours, slowly unfurling his fingers until his palm reveals itself to you. it’s rough to the touch, seasoned with hard work and all that he’s been through.

“is that why you prefer the dark?” you ask softly, after some time.

it's not often that you stay up later than izuku does. when you do though, you catch him shifting in bed, moving from side-to-side. you pretend you aren't awake, but you hear him mumble their names, dwindling in volume as he dozes off to sleep.

he stares at his palm for a moment before he admits quietly, "yeah." his brows furrow as if contemplating whether to say more, but he shakes his head, dark green strands swaying to the beat of his embarrassed chuckle, "nevermind, it's silly."

"it's not."

you intertwine your fingers, sandwiching his hand between yours. a slight sheen glosses over his eyes as he tilts his head up to look at you. he draws in a breath, before it spills over.

"it's..." he finds the words, and you squeeze his hand in comfort, "it's easier to believe it was all real when the lights are out, and that maybe it can happen again."

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[frouponical]

2. Art inspired by @kanronotatsu's There's things I want to say to you (but I'll just let you live) ( 1 | 3 | 4 )

[vegley]

em concept because i fucking love her ?!}!?!?!!?!!!?

[paintingstardust]

happy 1st anniversary to where winter crows go!! hehe

crowe's making some anniversary pancakes to celebrate nom 😋

(crowe belongs to @prikarin)

[dailypearldoodles]

Ghost pearl !!

Day 457

ghost

[satellite-starss]

silly little green path doodle 😈😈 i have undertale art planned for tommorow hehe (trying too get back into the swing of posting regularly)

[sysig]

Here, have an unfinished set of Die Anstalt plushie crayon-scribbles from 2020 ♥ (Patreon)

[leafbreez]

Here's my last animation exam for the semester!1!! My oc still doesn't have a name but i headcanon her with Hayley's voice ^^

Song- Brick by boring brick by Paramore

[romanticatheartt]

If I had the ability to led on a grown ass man (without even doing much) for 5 centuries I'd be proud as fuck, lemme tell ya...

Mor probably...

[milkbreadtoast]

(OC) v quick siwons... drew that first one as a joke aldjskdjs korean military buzzcut... wanted to see if he's still recognizable even when bald... thanks to the mole it still retains a siwon essence i think🫣 this wouldnt be canon tho bc i dont think the story takes place in korea.... (in the dream the cast was pretty diverse so.. i think there'd be more freedom to set it in a us-inspired setting. like promare)

[bittersweetresilience]

honkai: star rail or omori

HOW COULD YOU ASK ME THIS. I'M GOING TO PUT YOUR GARRUS FICS IN THE LIBRARY AND KISS YOU OVER THE PAGES.

[squuote]

WAIT does anyone have the files for these. they aren't important at all, I just would like to see them hehe

[chibi-celesti]

Thought about a Reyvateil/ Song Mage! Reader/Prefect who is afraid of rejection. They grew attached to their Vanguard[insert Twst Chara here] and they are worried about him turning them down. And part of the end result is two of their personalities inside their Cosmosphere clashing against each other(like what happened with Misha in AT I and Luca in AT II).

One wants [twst Chara] to know the deepest part of their feelings and the other being a pessimist, yet logical, knowing that he would never accept them, and at peace with him rejecting them.

They are two worlds apart in more way than one: [Twst Chara] is a student with a bright future ahead of him while Reader/Prefect is a mere supernatural being from another worls with a complicated lifespan, powers, and a bloodline that could damn their future children if they pursue relations with their crush.

It comes to ahead to the point where even parts of the Cosmosphere are breaking. The conflicting emotions and ideologies making it unstable and dangerous for [Twst Chara] to stay in.

And yet, despite their looking future bleak and unknown; despite the pain and fear of losing everything they had with him if they confessed. Despite all the turmoil mounting and almost killing him were it not for their Mind Guardian protecting him-!

Their crush who was trying to help descalate the fighting between the Two Personas within Reader/Prefect's Cosmosphere, witnessing these anixety and pent up feelings inside of the Reyvateil....

....Chooses to be with them.

(Pictures below are dramatization of this idea)