#horror writing blog

[composeregg]

edit (10/23/2024) now that the poll is over: Original version, with 10 questions, from April 2023 here

And, given that the original is from April 2023, that means I can very easily say:

No, this was not an ISAT reference!

Just because I use parentheses and 2nd person pov and love the same concepts of what a time loop can do to a person doesn't mean it's ISAT

(Yes, I like ISAT, the original poll is why I was recommended the game! But if you look at the original, you can see all the origins of the options to choose from, including what spurred me on with the moss option from the replies)

If I were going to make something for ISAT, I would never be so vague, you can simply look at my ao3 for proof of that

[lucabyte]

monologue

[vileidol]

Bdubs: sleeping, clock powers

Etho: “did that make you jump?”

Grian: watcher lore, person who knew all the powers

Martyn: listener lore & always listening in

Jimmy: normally no longer seen by this point in the series

Tango: flee with extra flee, decked out deepfrost citadel

Scar: wanted punching since the start, everything’s a rollercoaster & awful innuendo

BigB: Creaking

Gem: astrology? aware of traps and hard to kill

Impulse: cyberpunk teleportation? playing multiple sides?

Lizzie: ldSHADOWlady

Ren: ultimate theatre kid

Scott: sacrificial lamb? sneaky & always listening in

Joel: parkour!

Cleo: ZOMBIEcleo

Pearl: luna moth & fly me to the moon

some theories courtesy of @dredgesnails

[circuseyesofgod-if]

DEMO (prologue) | my substack (for free, non-IF writing), KOFI 🎈🎠 Circus : Eyes of God is a horror interactive fiction story with dark fantastical elements. It is written with an 18+ audience in mind due to heavy themes and topics such as body horror, non consensual use of drugs, swearing, violence, sexual content etc.

The Circus doesn’t come in town often. Never, really. Only when it needs to be fed.

On the outskirts of a decaying town, a mysterious circus arrives overnight. It seductively whispers of never-seen-before acts, and ardently promises healing for those that are desperate enough to bind themselves to the Circus as performers.

That sounds right up your alley, doesn’t it? Well, They know what happened to you as a child, why you keep your face hidden from the world. You remember too, don’t you? The darkness, the shadows, a voice as old as time asking you to follow it, and clawing at your face when you refused.

They think that you have kept your sweet face hidden under those veils for long enough. They will heal you, they will heal your scars. They will let you take the veils off. But They won’t do it out of the kindness of Their heart, no. You must give Them something in return. They want to know—what are you willing to sacrifice for it, for taking your veils off? For healing? For beauty?

You just need to whisper it, and They will give it to you. They will know. Because the Eyes of God are always watching.

Customizable MC (including name, gender, pronouns, sexuality, physical appearance, personality etc).

Create relationships with one of three eclectic characters : one male, one female, one … fish? mermaid? siren? oh, come on!

Hone your contortionist skills to perfection. Remember, you have to put on a good show! Otherwise, They will have to pay you a visit.

Lots of uncanny masks and always-smiling faces, too many mirrors, and … wait, is that guy juggling with an eyeball?

Discover the secret of the Circus and the secret of your childhood incident. Could they be connected?

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THE RINGLEADER — Pharo's face is the first one you see as you step inside the Circus, lit by bright and colorful lights. He doesn't need all that, though. His skin dark, his teeth sharp — it's all gleaming on its own, glitching, barely holding Pharo at the seams. He sees all, he knows all. And his smile gets wider and wider with each secret he learns.

THE BURLESQUE DANCER - Odessa's red lips, with a cigarette between them always, ache with demands every time she opens her mouth. Yet no one is able to keep their eyes off of her when she is on stage, moving like water on land and between thin and hanging fabrics. Odessa doesn't seem keen on talking about anything before the Circus, but she will make sure to get you talking about it soon enough.

THE ATTRACTION - Vesper is the newest addition to the Circus, one that has never been seen before. Or you haven't seen anything like it, at least. Vesper is quiet, almost unnervingly so. The tail and gills and twisted arms with sickly green-grey skin are to make a profitable attraction for sure. Just ... don't ever lift up its tank's lid.

ros details.

[psychopomp-namine]

cheng weimin and shao yuanyuan abandoning cheng xiaoshi at the tender age of 8 years old gets even more fucked up when you think about how they know about the photo diving ability and that bahati is a school related to abilities

like okay listen. one of you has the ability to go back in time by clapping your hands while looking at a photo. presumably you know that abilities are passed on to children. they can activate at any time, perhaps during traumatic moments like with the twins. one of you went to teach at a school for superpowered kids so presumably you know how this works.

and you think you can just abandon a kid with unactivated powers?? leave him with trauma ripe for awakening abilities? what if it wasn't the bridon photo that triggered it huh? what if cheng xiaoshi, at the tender age of 8, cried so hard wondering about his parents and then he accidentally claps himself into a random photo (IN A PHOTO STUDIO! A SHOP ABOUT PHOTOS!! WHERE HE LIVES!!!) with no one to guide him? what if he gets stuck there??? as a kid???

like okay yeah lu guang discovered his ability at 7 years old but apparently someone was there to help him. and also his ability doesn't like, harm him physically. he's not possessing someone or anything. so we're all just lucky cheng xiaoshi never discovered his powers until he was an adult because like. if he discovered that as a kid, lonely as he was?? he'd be so fucked. oh my god. just thinking about it gets me heated like what the fuck cheng weimin. shao yuanyuan. what the fuck. what if your 8 year old kid with abandonment issues got stuck possessing some random person and he doesn't know what's happening. he doesn't know anything. his parents left him and he's not even himself anymore and he's not home and how does he fix this, how does he go back. the horror of it all.

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

hey! wanted to say i appreciate you talking about how malleus doesn’t appeal to you :,) he doesn’t quite appeal go me either, but i couldn’t find anyone that didn’t either hate or love him, both sides often mischaracterizing him. i felt like i was going mad. but you put my feelings about him into words in a really eloquent and well thought out way, so, yea! thanks for saying your honest opinions on the internet haha

[Please check my pinned post’s FAQ section if you’d like to read about why I personally dislike Malleus!]

Thank you!! It’s not often that you get gratitude for being critical of a character (as opposed to, like, outright praising them) so this ask genuinely took me by surprise.

I find that Malleus is one of those characters that’s quite difficult to talk about. Because he’s so well-liked by English-speaking fans (fandom-run polls consistently show that he is liked by at least 50% of responders), his presence has become almost stifling… which formed a counterculture (ie hate) against him. In any case, whether you think negatively or positively of Malleus (or feel nothing at all for him), that can really color how his words and actions are perceived. But sometimes it feels like you can’t even talk about him without walking on eggshells. People tend to feel so strongly about Malleus and you never know how they’ll react to the thoughts you express.

It should be recognized that both extremes will blindside you. The most ardent Malleus lovers will make everything about him or enable and defend him to the bitter end even when Malleus has done reprehensible things. The most passionate Malleus haters will nitpick what are just normal or innocent actions as The Worst Possible Thing Ever or claim he’s aggressive all the time. Neither truly compasses who he actually is.

As I’ve mentioned in other posts, I’d like to think that even though I dislike the guy, I try and give him a fair shot 😅 Some of the issues I have with him are no fault of his own and result from the narrative’s failure to capitalize on his intrigue or the nature of gacha games and the main story being limited. Other issues I’ll admit are completely my own annoyances and gripes (like how I take issue with OP characters with few setbacks, how I don’t like characters that try to force their views onto others, or how I have had bad Malleus-related fandom experiences). Then there’s just the objective truths, like how Malleus is extremely arrogant but is rarely called out for it or rarely faces consequences for his actions in-universe (or from the fandom). He’s still a complex character, just… not one I enjoy.

Looking back on it 💦 I almost can’t believe I have like… 8 or 9 posts detailing my frustrations with Malleus, and each of them expressing significantly different issues from the last. I’m glad that this blog can be a space for me to discuss my thoughts and opinions without angry fans of X or Y character coming at me 😭 I unfortunately can’t say that this is always the case… But for the most part, it’s pretty peaceful here and I really appreciate that!

I’ll close this post off by shouting out the Malleus fans who don’t take it personally when someone else says they’re not a fan of their blorbo. The Malleus fans who are willing to come to the table and listen, the Malleus fans who acknowledge his imperfections and faults, the Malleus fans who accept that others can choose to dislike him for any reason, whether big or small, and don’t push for “correcting” the “wrong” opinion. I know that it sounds like such a low bar to clear, but trust me when I say I’ve witnessed and experienced much worse behaviors (from a loud minority of Malleus fans) and would not wish that upon anyone.

[ember-owlet]

₊˚‧♱₊˚ Halloween with the Tulpar crew ₊˚♱‧₊˚.

disclaimer: jimmy will not be included in these headcanons!! i recognize that he is well-written and deeply flawed, but it is for my own comfort that i will not be creating content of him on this account. thank you for understanding, happy halloween firelights!!

dynamic: caregivers! anya, curly, daisuke, and swansea

content warning: none! just short and sweet headcanons with the crew ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

Anya:

The most cautious of the crew on Halloween night. Of course she wants you to have fun but worries about the potential risks involved as she values your safety above all else.

One of her safety precations is wearing visible stickers/accessories for navigating the streets, and will never say no to holding your hand when walking side by side.

Another steadfast safety precaution that she has is to always remain in sight and to not run, even if there are others doing so.

She is extremely thorough when inspecting your Halloween candy, organizing them with you by your favorites and least favorites to ration as a special treat. Though, you are free to help yourself to a handful of sweets after working so hard to fill your bucket.

As much as she loves to watch you collect candy, she also loves to be a fun house that gives away treats to the other trick or treaters. She'll have all sorts of dye-free, non-dairy, or sugar free candy alternatives to make sure that everyone is able to feel like they could participate in the holiday festivities.

For those that don't care for candy or can't have any, she also makes little packets of coloring activities with small plastic toys.

Puts in the most effort to decorate for the holidays with warm lights being her favorite; she'll string them up alongisde the house to bring in the warmth of fall.

She'll also put up her favorite vintage decorations or small trinkets that she's collected over the years, relaying stories of how she had come to aquire each of them.

Spiced apple cider is her favorite fall drink, and was given a particularly delicious recipe from Swansea, and since then has become a favorite tradition to drink it in your matching mugs.

Anya loves horror movies, and can't think of a better way to spend the evening than being cuddled on the couch and watching her favorites. If you ask she'd be happy to recount her favorite facts throughout the film as though you had your own personal commentary track.

If Daisuke happens to be available she'd invite him over to share in their common interest of slasher films as the only ones on the crew who find enjoyment in them. Because of this you'd have quite an extensive knowledge on horror films, whether you like them or not.

There's no other Halloween song that gets the two of you into the spooky mindset quite like "This is Halloween", and will immediately sing or hum it at any given chance, no matter where you are.

Curly:

Will basically do whatever you want as long as you're spending the holiday together.

You wanna go out and trick or treat? He'll have matching costumes ready.

Want to just stay inside? He's already got a pumpkin on the counter with recipes for baked pumpkin seeds after you're done carving.

Don't want to do anything special? He's already got plans for the night to include a warm meal and a cozy autumn movie.

I have no explanation but he has a notrious fall candle that only he appreciates its smell. Everyone else begs him not to light it every year because the house reeks of spiced body spray but he loves it. Anya can feel the headache coming in seeing its putrid glassy orange color being brought into the living room.

The one to host a Halloween party with the crew, but wants to keep the drinking and rowdy behavior to a minimum when you're around, especially to be respectful of Swansea's sobriety.

Loves to listen to classic Halloween songs and does silly dances to make you giggle (The Monster Mash or Ghostbusters in particular).

Also loves to watch children's Halloween movies but makes the excuse that watching "those scary horror films" will give you nightmares and he doesn't want you keeping him up all night (but really, we all know that he just wants to watch cartoons.)

Is the best at making you feel safe during your Halloween outings, always shielding you behind him and walking head first into the haunted houses and would never leave your side as you were his responsibility.

Daisuke:

Once the two of you are out the door, get ready for a long night ahead, because neither of you are getting home until someone drops. /lh

If your goal is to fill your candy bucket to the brim he'll do his best to make sure that its done. If he thinks that the quota isn't being met fast enough he'd bring his own bucket to double up the earnings at each house.

Doesn't mind holding hands if you get scared of other costumes or if you need support going through haunted house exhibits.

Though being scared doesn't excuse you from receiving light teasing, he'll be sure to remind you that there's nothing to be afraid of, and if it gets too much then just tugging on his sleeve will be the cue to take you home.

If you both were to retire early, the two of you would make a de-tour to Anya's house to spend the rest of the night watching their favorite horror films to discuss/analyze.

Likes to dress in costumes with matching outfits! Bonus points if the costumes were somehow a joke or meme.

I am a firm believer that he wears crocs with halloween charms on them to celebrate the holiday.

Lets you keep and eat as much candy as you like, though he is quite thorough checking the wrappers for any tampering before handing your bucket back to you.

Swansea:

The least interested in doing anything outlandish or festive. If he had it his way, he'd be sitting on the couch on Halloween night, watching re-runs of his favorite TV shows and in bed before 8pm.

But alas, with you around he'd oblige on taking you out or doing whatever you like for the majority of Halloween night, as long as the two of you are back home and in bed at an appropriate time.

Never dresses in costume, but is open to wearing a festive T-Shirt that doesn't take much effort to put on.

However, when it comes to Halloween treats there's no one better at making the house smell cozy and warm. Whether its apple cider, cookies, pie, or soup, everything is insisted on being homemade.

He'd keep a bowl of dough in the fridge so you two can enjoy a small snack before or after heading out to trick or treat.

Will take a "Dad/Boss Tax" of your candy when you get home while inspecting your earnings, chuckling as you pout after watching your hard work being snacked on.

"That's just policy kiddo. I take you out, I get first pick of the treats."

[gingerteafairy]

milk me. (kai anderson x f!reader)

Kai gave you a smirk before turning back to his drums and bandmates. But that smirk lingered in your mind, and you knew—he was paying attention to you, and that was never a good sign.

tags: DUB-CON, angst, musician!reader, drummer!kai, anxiety, cursing, oral (m!receiving), slut shaming, health problems, diet restrictions, cum eating, dom!Kai, sub!reader, obsession, dark themes, porn w waaay too much plot. word count: 5.7k

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The band had become famous, and you still followed them on Instagram, secretly feeling jealous of how successful they had been without you over the past three years. You swore you’d never come back again—not even to see a concert. But one night, your friend told you they were doing a free live show in your city, and you should go see your old mates. You still kept in touch with the bassist—he was one of your best friends. You missed her, and that was enough to get you out of bed and head to the venue. It was a cozy café, one where you and the band used to grab drinks after rehearsals. You arrived way too early. Great.

"Hey, I didn’t expect you to be here!" A familiar voice interrupted your melancholic thoughts. Your friend Zoe, the bassist, exclaimed happily. She stepped back from the keyboard and walked over to you, pulling you into a tight hug. "I missed you."

"Yeah, it's been a while," you replied, hugging her back. "You’re still here?" You knew the answer. She never left. In fact, she became a professional and was recognized for her talent. The posts you scrolled through for hours on Instagram confirmed it.

"Of course. We got new members, new staff. It’s nothing like the mess we had in school. Madison still sings like her life depends on it," she laughed, pulling back from the embrace.

You looked around. Things had really changed. It was better, cleaner, and more organized. For a moment, you wondered if the problem was you. 

A blue-haired guy passed by, and Zoe waved at him. He nodded and went to the drums. You hadn’t noticed him before when you were stalking the band’s Instagram, but now… he was impossible to ignore. There was something dark, mysterious, and almost dangerous about him that drew you in. Something carnal. He met your gaze, and you swallowed hard, feeling your heart skip a beat. You weren’t even paying attention to what Zoe was saying anymore. The eye contact felt like a curse, his stare taking over your mind. A quiet "fuck" slipped from your lips. Thankfully, Zoe thought you were responding to her compliment about how hard one of their songs was. You knew he was trouble. A delicious kind of haunted trouble.

"Hey, you should take a better seat. Let me show you," Zoe’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts, breaking the intense eye contact between you and the blue-haired guy.

"No, I’ve already—"

"Oh, shut up. Let’s go," she interrupted, pulling you by the hand.

Zoe spoke to a security guard, who then escorted you to seats right in front of the stage. It wasn’t your favorite spot, but you gave in. Zoe wanted to be kind, and this was her way of showing affection. You sat down, irritated by the excited chatter around you as people discussed the band. That guy was still on your mind, and you caught yourself glancing at him while he spoke to the other members and staff.

A few minutes later, the concert began. You could tell they were so much better than before. The sound sent chills down your spine. You smiled throughout the entire concert, enjoying the music and every detail of it. Madison saw you in the crowd and made the band cheer for you, explaining how you were the amazing guitar player who had found the band. It was so embarrassing, yet so beautiful. You missed it. And that was it—you decided you were coming back to the band, even if you had to fight the new guitarist for your spot.

"Hey!" You greeted shyly, your steps unsure as you walked toward the backstage area.

“You fucking little bitch” Madison ran to you with her finger pointed. You step back in fear, she's terrifying when she’s mad. She stops in front of you and her lips form a bright smile, surprising you with a big bear hug “I missed you so fucking much, you cunt” 

“Me too, Maddie” you replied, feeling your shirt wet by her tears She stepped back to look at your face, her pretty heavy makeup was all ruined. Even crying she was perfect. 

“You're going back to this band or I'll murder you, okay?” she barked, wiping her tears. 

“Okay” you smiled, feeling all band hug you. Except for the blue hair guy standing far away from the collective hug with his arms crossed, smirking when you looked at him. 

“By the way, I have to introduce you to Kai.” Madison made everyone separate from you, pulling you by the hand to face Kai. “So… this is the new guy, Kai. He's replacing that stupid Kim, you remember that dumb bitch?” She sticks her tongue in a disgusted look. “Anyway, he's weird as hell, but he's the best drummer I know” 

You smiled at Madison, but the moment your eyes met his, the smile faltered. Kai was taller than you wondered, and there was something about the way he stood there, his presence commanding and unreadable. Before you could find the words to speak, Madison tugged you along again, excitedly showing you all the changes the band had gone through since you left.

Kai gave you a smirk before turning back to his drums and bandmates. But that smirk lingered in your mind, and you knew—he was paying attention to you, and that was never a good sign.

Nights of preparation and grueling rehearsals passed, but Kai didn't utter a single word to you. It was driving you crazy. He stood there, silent, watching you like you were a specimen under a microscope, observing every move you made as if you were an exotic animal on display. The air between you thickened with tension every time he looked at you. One week till you join the band in a tour and you were thinking about all of the excuses you could use to talk to him.

“Do you think Kai hates me?” you whispered to Zoe, feeling the weight of his gaze from across the room. She raised an eyebrow, eyes trained on Kai as he stretched his back, preparing for another round of practice.

“Why would you think that?” she whispered back, not taking her eyes off him.

Kai’s gaze flicked toward you, and you and Zoe instinctively turned your attention to the wall, pretending to be lost in thought. When his focus shifted, you both dared to look back. His eyes were locked on you again. It was unnerving.

“He just stares at me every time I come here,” you muttered, watching as he casually grabbed his drumsticks. “It’s... kind of scary.”

“I heard he's been in prison.” Madison stepped by your side, smoking her cigarette with her signature bored look. “You think he has tattoos or piercings?”

“I don't know. We shouldn't guess what people did in their pasts. You don't even know that's true.” Zoe argued, slapping Madison's shoulder when she threw smoke in her face. “What the hell?”

“Don't tell me what to do.” She warned, rolling her eyes. “And.” She paused, smirking at Kai flexing his biceps to warm up. “He has this… serial killer look in his eyes, I don't know. It 's hot.” 

You innerly agree, he was hot as hell. Prisoner or not, his eyes told he could commit a crime anytime he felt a little unease with something. 

Zoe shrugged “I don’t know. He’s actually a pretty funny guy with me. He talks about anime with me all the time.”

“Boys don't talk about anime with girls they wanna hook up with. They keep this conversation for the basics.” Madison mocked, looking down at her, receiving a silent treatment.

“Maybe he’s just not sure how to approach you” Zoe said again, rubbing your shoulders.

Her words didn’t help. In fact, they only made it worse. You weren’t fooling anyone—especially not yourself. You weren’t just waiting for his approach. You were craving his attention, hanging on to every flicker of his gaze. His silence was torturing you. It wasn’t a crush anymore; it was a desperate ache. You felt like you were being pulled into a vortex, and all you could do was hold on, desperate for him to finally say something. Anything.

You couldn’t take it anymore. The game had gone on long enough. You had to do something. No more waiting.

“Hi,” you said, your voice trembling slightly as you walked up to him, your heart pounding in your chest.

Kai didn't respond immediately. For a long moment, he simply studied you, his gaze shifting from your eyes to the ground, then back up again. His silence was thick, almost suffocating, as if he was trying to decipher something hidden beneath the surface.

You stood there, a little awkwardly, waiting for him to say something. His lips twitched slightly, but he said nothing. Instead, his eyes softened for a brief moment before he spoke, his voice low and measured.

“Hi,” he finally replied, his tone guarded, as if every word he spoke was carefully considered.

You fought the urge to smile, feeling a strange mix of relief and frustration. There was something magnetic about him, something about the way he kept his distance, but still seemed to be watching, waiting for the right moment to engage. It made your heart race in a way you couldn’t quite explain.

“So, uh… you like the band?” You blurted out, the question coming out much too fast. You cringed at yourself for how it sounded, as if you were grasping for something to keep the conversation going.

Kai gave you a brief look, his lips pulling into the smallest of smiles before he shrugged. “I guess. I didn’t really know them before… but the music’s good.”

You chuckled nervously, feeling a little relieved that at least you were on the same page about that. "Yeah. It’s definitely... intense." You paused, then added awkwardly, “I used to be in the band, you know? Back in high school.”

Kai’s expression remained neutral, but he nodded slowly, like he was processing the information. “I figured,” he muttered, his voice quiet. “You got that vibe.”

And then, just like that, the conversation seemed to go quiet again. There was something in the air, a kind of mutual recognition. You didn’t know exactly what Kai was thinking, but for the first time, you felt like maybe—just maybe—you weren’t as invisible to him as you had feared.

You cleared your throat again, trying to shake off the unease. “Well, I should probably get back to the others,” you said, suddenly feeling awkward about standing there in silence.

“Yeah. See you around.” He replied, wrapping his hair in a low bun, his cheekbones and eyebags adding a charming look on his attractive face.

“See? I told you he wasn’t scary.” Zoe whispered, waving him goodbye. 

You looked back at him, wanting for his attention, but he already packed up his things to leave. “Yeah. He isn't.”

The day had finally come. Your outfit felt suffocatingly tight as the bus rattled along the uneven road. The fabric clung uncomfortably, amplifying your self-consciousness. You caught Kai glancing at you a few times as you maneuvered through the narrow corridor—retrieving your forgotten phone, heading to the tiny bathroom, or just passing by. His eyes lingered for a fraction longer than polite, yet no words escaped his lips. Not that they ever did.  

When the bus rolled to a stop in front of the hotel, relief swept over you. That evening, the band gathered for a complimentary dinner in a cozy dining room where the centerpiece was an elaborate spread of cheese dishes: creamy fondue, rich cheesecakes, and buttery breadsticks. The air smelled decadent, indulgent—and utterly unkind to you.  

Plot twist: you were lactose intolerant.  

While the others dug in, you sat at the edge of the room, nibbling on a cereal bar and sipping lukewarm Coke from a can. Across the table, Zoe savored every bite of her cheese fondue, moaning softly at the rich flavor. Kai, seated a few chairs away, devoured everything in sight—bread, cakes, dipping sauces. You couldn’t help but watch as he licked the remnants of melted cheese from his fingers, oblivious to the effect his unfiltered satisfaction had on you.  

“Hey, who didn’t get any cheese?” Kai’s voice cut through the chatter, his hand lazily wiping his fingers on his jeans.  

Your stomach twisted. “Uh… I didn’t,” you said softly, shrugging as if it didn’t matter.  

His eyebrows shot up. “Can I have yours?” His tone was casual, almost apologetic, as if he hated himself for asking.  

You hesitated. He didn’t know, couldn’t know, why you weren’t eating. “Sure,” you said, sliding the untouched plate toward him. You watched as he demolished it, the meal vanishing with startling speed.  

After dinner, Kai strolled to the hotel lobby, sprawling on one of the couches with a satisfied groan. Zoe joined him, her laughter ringing out as they talked. Something about the ease between them—the way her hand brushed his knee when she leaned in—made your chest ache.  

You wanted to be her. Just for a moment.  

The invisible weight on your shoulders grew heavier as you retreated to the shared room upstairs. Zoe’s cheerful voice still floated faintly from the lobby. Inside, Madison lay sprawled on her bed, dead to the world, her hair fanned across the pillow in a mess of gold.  

You stood by the window, looking out at the quiet street below, and let the longing sink in. Kai was close—just a floor below you—but he might as well have been on another planet.  

You leaned against the window, letting the cool glass soothe your heated forehead. The streetlights painted golden streaks across the pavement below, cars occasionally passing in a hush. The stillness of the night outside clashed with the chaotic yearning in your chest.  

Kai fucking Anderson.

The way he laughed with Zoe downstairs replayed in your mind like a taunting echo. How did she always manage to be so effortless? So seen? You pulled yourself away from the window and sat on the edge of your bed, staring at your reflection in the small mirror across the room. Your thoughts twisted, irrational and loud.  

You couldn’t sit still. You grabbed your jacket, slipped on your shoes, and stepped out into the dimly lit corridor. Maybe some air would help.  

Downstairs, the hotel lobby was nearly empty. The receptionist tapped away at a computer, oblivious to your presence as you hesitated at the base of the stairs.  

And there he was.  

Kai sat on the same couch, leaning back with one arm draped lazily over the backrest. His other hand held a Monster can, the condensation pooling in droplets on the table beside him. Zoe was gone, leaving him alone in the quiet, his gaze fixed on something unseen.  

Your pulse quickened. Turn back. Go back to the room, your mind whispered. But your feet moved forward, slow and uncertain, until you stood a few feet away.  

“Thanks for the cheese” His voice broke the silence, catching you off guard. His eyes flicked up to meet yours, the faintest trace of a smirk playing on his lips when he glanced at your bare legs. “You’re still awake.”

“I—uh, couldn’t sleep.” You shifted your weight, hugging your jacket around yourself.  

He gestured to the space next to him. “Same here. Want to sit?”  

You hesitated. Then nodded.  

The couch sank slightly under your weight as you sat, careful to leave a respectable gap between you. The air between you felt charged, the silence heavy but not uncomfortable.  

“Not a fan of cheese, huh?” he asked, breaking the quiet.  

You let out a soft laugh, shaking your head. “Not exactly. I’m lactose intolerant, allergic to be more specific. I can't even eat a spoon of ice cream without a collapse. The whole dinner was a bit of a nightmare for me. My mind was already at the hospital.”

His brow furrowed, his smirk fading into something closer to guilt. “And I stole your plate. Damn. Sorry, I didn’t know.”  

“It’s fine,” you said quickly, waving it off. “At least it didn’t go to waste.”  

He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “Still, I feel kind of bad. I owe you one, you must be hungry.”  

The words hung in the air, laced with a weight you couldn’t quite place.  

You looked at him, really looked at him, for what felt like the first time. His features were softer in the dim light—his usually sharp jawline slightly relaxed, his dark hair messy and unkempt. There was something vulnerable in the way he avoided your gaze for a moment, almost as if he was afraid of what he’d find if he looked too long.  

“You don’t owe me anything,” you said quietly, surprising even yourself with the sincerity in your voice.  

He met your eyes then, and for a second, it felt like the world had narrowed to just the two of you.  

“You’re attractive,” he said, his voice low and laced with something unrecognizable. “Beautiful.”

“What?” you gasped, your heart skipping a beat as his words sank in. Panic bubbled to the surface as he leaned in, his gaze roaming your face with unsettling focus, like he was memorizing every detail.  

“I want to try something,” he murmured, his voice dipping lower, softer, pulling you into a dangerous undertow. “Would you mind?”  

Your breath hitched, and all you could manage was a shaky, “Uhm…” You nodded slowly, your head moving almost against your will.  

You tried to steady yourself, adjusting your posture in a weak attempt to appear calm. But it was futile. He was too close now, his face mere inches from yours. The scent of him—clean with a hint of something musky—wrapped around you, clouding your thoughts.  

His lips curved into the faintest smile, like he was savoring your nervousness. “Relax,” he whispered, the word barely audible, more felt than heard. “I'm just checking something.”

And then he leaned in closer, the gap between you disappearing with agonizing slowness. Your heart pounded in your chest, each beat like a thunderclap in the silence. His lips hovered just over yours, the ghost of a touch sending shivers down your spine.  

Your mind screamed a hundred questions, but none of them mattered. Not when the moment stretched on, and the tension between you snapped taut, pulling you closer, locking you in place.  

His lips brushed against yours—not tentative, not hesitant, but deliberate. It wasn’t the kind of kiss that stole your breath; it was controlled, calculated. Kai moved with precision, his lips firm and purposeful, as if he were testing a theory, searching for an answer that only you could give him.  

You didn’t move, didn’t resist. You simply let him lead, your body still and pliant under his touch. Your hands rested in your lap, fingers curling slightly as you fought the urge to do anything that might break the spell.  

His hand rose slowly, his fingertips grazing the line of your jaw before settling just beneath your chin, tilting your face upward. His touch was light but commanding, and you followed the motion instinctively, your breath steady despite the racing of your heart.  There was no resistance, no hesitation—just silent obedience, as though this moment belongs entirely to him.  

When he finally pulled back, his gaze lingered on your face, studying you like a scientist examining the results of an experiment. His thumb brushed against your cheek, a fleeting touch that felt more curious than tender.  

“Well?” His voice was low, quiet, almost clinical. “How did that feel?” It felt less like a romantic moment and more like you were under a microscope—but for some reason, you didn’t mind

You blinked, your thoughts muddled, your voice soft when you finally answered. “I… don’t know.”  

Kai’s eyes stayed locked on yours, searching, analyzing, as if your silence spoke volumes. His thumb lingered against your bottom lip for a moment longer before he finally drew back, putting just enough space between you to make the air feel colder. 

“You’re exactly what I’ve been searching for,” he said, his voice steady and deliberate, like a revelation he’d just confirmed.  

The weight of his words pressed against you, heavy and incomprehensible. Your lips parted to speak, but no sound came out.  

Before you could piece your thoughts together, Kai leaned back, his usual calm composure slipping effortlessly into place. He stood, adjusting his jacket as though nothing monumental had just occurred.  

“I’ll see you later,” he said, his tone lighter now, almost casual, as though the last few moments hadn’t left you completely unmoored. Without waiting for a response, he turned and strode toward the elevator, his steps unhurried, confident.  

You watched him disappear, the soft chime of the elevator doors echoing faintly in the quiet lobby. And then, you were alone.  

The stillness of the lobby suddenly felt oppressive, and you found yourself retreating back to your room in a daze. You lay down on your bed, staring up at the ceiling, your thoughts tangled and restless. His kiss, his words, the way he’d studied you so intently—it all , refusing to be ignored. 

And the questions kept you awake until 3 AM.

You scrambled out of bed, grabbing the first clothes you could find in your suitcase and pulling them on haphazardly. Your reflection in the mirror was far from polished, but you didn’t have time to care, not even to your microskirt you forgot you had. You knew his room, a single one, he was firm in his decision to not share it.

You hurried downstairs, the laces of your shoes haphazardly knotted, and paused at his door. A strange noise reached your ears—soft, unsettling. Run. Danger. Get the fuck out of here. Your instincts screamed, but something stronger compelled you to stay. Taking a shaky breath, you twisted the handle and stepped inside.

Kai sat cross-legged on the bed, the flickering glow of candles casting shadows across his face. The red carpet beneath them bore darkened spots where wax had dripped and hardened. On a small desk nearby rested a music box, its haunting melody weaving through the still air. His expression was unreadable, but a faint smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.  

“You’re late. Close the door and sit,” he commanded, his tone firm yet laced with an edge that sent a shiver racing down your spine. “Take your jacket off.”

Your hesitation lasted only a moment before you obeyed, leaving the piece on the chair and perching awkwardly on the edge of the bed. Your gaze flicked between him and the music box, its tune oddly hypnotic.  

“Come closer. Legs crossed,” Kai instructed, his words slicing through the quiet like a blade. Without thinking, your body complied, moving as though pulled by invisible strings, revealing your underwear shy beyond your legs when the skirt rolled up. 

Kai reached for a small piece of a fruit, Pineapple by the scent, his hand poised mid-air, his dark eyes boring into you with an intensity that made your breath catch. Slowly, deliberately, he brought the fruit to your lips. “Eat.”

Every rational thought screamed for you to run far away from that place, yet you parted your lips. The fruit brushed your tongue, its sweetness spreading as his fingers lingered longer than necessary before withdrawing. You chewed slowly, conscious of his hand now resting lightly on your jaw, umid fingers from your saliva trailing down to your throat as you swallowed.

“Do you know what you just ate?” he murmured, his voice low, almost casual, yet carrying an undercurrent of something sharper.  

“Pineapple,” you replied, your voice small. His gaze bore down on you, unrelenting. 

He clicked his tongue and shook his head. “Bromelain.”

The word sent a ripple of unease through you. You knew what it was—an enzyme found in pineapple. But the way he said it, the deliberate weight he gave to the word, made it feel far removed from any simple scientific fact. 

“You know what bromelain does to the body?” he asked, picking up another piece of pineapple and guiding it to your lips. His smirk deepened as you obediently opened your mouth again, chewing under his watchful eyes. “Good girl.”

“It aids digestion,” you said quietly, your cheeks flushing under the heat of his praise. But alarm bells rang in your mind, his words unsettling despite their surface simplicity. 

“Correct,” he said, his smile widening, another piece of pineapple. He leaned closer, tilting your chin upward with his fingers, his touch impossibly gentle yet commanding. “And do you know why I’m giving it to you?”

“No…” The word barely escaped your lips, shame curling in your stomach at how readily you’d accepted his offering, swallowing another piece.  

His chuckle was soft, dark, and it sent a tremor down your spine. He pressed his thumb to your bottom lip, coaxing it open just enough for a strand of saliva to glisten before it fell. “Because you need to be ready for what I'll give to you.”

“W-What are you giving me?” you stammered, swallowing hard. The sweetness of the fruit lingered on your tongue, but his nearness overwhelmed every sense.  

His smile never faltered as he leaned even closer, his breath warm against your skin. “Milk.”

Your stomach churned as the realization hit. “Milk?” you whispered, the word barely audible over the faint hum of the music box.

His smirk widened, eyes glinting with a mix of amusement and something darker. “That’s right. Milk.”

A cold sweat broke across your skin. Your voice trembled as you spoke, barely above a whisper. “Kai, you know I’m allergic—”

“I know.” He cut you off, the sharpness of his tone making your heart lurch. He chuckled softly, the sound low and almost playful, as though your fear were nothing more than a delightful twist in his game. “Relax,” he said, tilting his head, the smile on his lips at odds with the weight of his words. “This isn’t about harming you. It’s… an experiment.”

“Experiment?” you repeated, your voice strained

He nodded slowly. “You trust me, don’t you?” His tone was light, teasing, but the question hit you like a challenge.

You opened your mouth to respond, but no words came. The truth was tangled in your throat—Do I have a choice?

“What if I—”

He silenced you with a finger pressed lightly to your lips, his touch gentle but firm. “Shh,” he said, his smirk deepening. “Trust me.”

Before you could respond, his hand moved to cradle your jaw, his thumb brushing against your cheek. His gaze lingered on you, a mix of admiration and something darker simmering beneath the surface.

“You’re incredible,” he said softly, his words sinking into you like a hook. “So obedient, so easy… So fucking perfect for me.” His thumb traced the curve of your lip, and his voice dropped lower, barely above a whisper, his curse echoing in your mind. “Do you know how much I’ve been searching for someone like you?”

Your breath hitched as his face inched closer, the world narrowing until it was only him—the heat of his body, the weight of his gaze. When his lips finally met yours, it was as though the tension snapped, replaced by something intense and consuming.

The kiss was urgent, his control evident in every movement. His hand slid to the nape of your neck, fingers tangling in your hair as he deepened the kiss. Your whole body shivers when he tuck his hands inside your shirt, squeezing firmly your bare boobs, his smirk is instantaneous. “No bra? You're such a little slut, aren’t you? You were ready for this.” 

He twists your nipples between his thumb and forefinger, smiling when you cry out on his touch. “Kai… I don't think—”

“Quiet.” His tone is harsh, pinching your nipples harder, shutting you in a whimp. “Don't you think I wouldn't notice you looking at me so fucking needy? Begging me to fuck you till you brainrot? Desperate for my attention?”

You couldn't say nothing, moaning ashamed by the darker patch in your underwear growing like a river. He chuckles deviously again before ripping your shirt easily like paper, shivering by the cold air in your warm soft skin. He leans his head down to nip your left nipple before standing up, sighing as he runs his hands through his blue locks. 

“On your knees.” He commanded in a hoarse, undoing his belt on his dark jeans.”Now.”

Your body responded before your mind could catch up, your legs moving to your knees on the bed. His hands down his pants to his knees, getting you a sight of his rock hard cock inside his black boxers, that follow the same path of his pants. 

“God.” You breathe, biting your cheek innerly, breathing turns into a difficult task with his large cock standing tall next to your face.

“Tell me how much you want it.” His voice came out as a growl, as he held your throat softly. 

“Please…Kai, don't make me-” Your voice is merely a whisper with the lack of air, interrupted by the tightened grip, releasing in a second so you could talk more easily. 

“Tell me how desperate you are for this. I know when you lie. I know when everyone fucking lies. So use your words, cunt.” 

“Please. I want you so bad, Kai. Please. I'm desperate.” You exploded, cooed between coughs and sniffs. 

Kai chuckled at your poor reaction, giving space for you to breathe as he ruffled your hair in an affectionate way, rubbing his length against your cheek. “You're scared?” 

Your orbs catch his unreadable eyes, blinking nervously, his thumb brushing over your nipple while he wrapped his hand around his pulsating cock, softly groaning at the feeling. You pant, replying in a pity voice, “No.”

“Good.” He pouted, brushing a strand of hair from your face, before speaking in a low, dominant whisper “Suck.”

Your heart raced, your stomach twisting in awe and unease. Then, you part your lips, your flat tongue takes a long lick from his base to the tip, nerves sensing his taste while your hands grab his length on the base as your mouth accommodates his size.

“Fuck.” He breaths, moving his hands to the back of your neck to command a slow rhythm, decorating every spot of your mouth. “Touch yourself, I wanna watch you cum while you suck me like a whore.”

You felt ashamed for liking his harsh talk so much, opening wider your mouth, sobbing when his tip reached your throat as his thrusts became desperate. Your fingers tucked desperately inside your panties, stroking your clit just to slide one finger inside you, purring in his cock, til he slaps your hand.  

“Keep your pussy for me, rub your clit.” He hoarses, smirking when you take it out to stroke your spot while you suck his tip.

His hand linger on your hair, pulling it to put you in place as he fucks himself in your mouth, smirking at your crying face, sobbs and drool flowing on your face, which he squeezes after a slap. “Take your punishment for wearing those slut skirts in front of me. You like it, don't you? You like fuck fuck, keep going, babe.”

The vibration of your moans gets him high, rolling his eyes on the back of his head while he concentrates on your fast fingers, twisting. “You gonna cum sucking my cock? Gonna milk my bed?”

You murmur a muffled yes, closing your eyes by feeling your exploding orgasm closer, clenching on the bed. “No, no, no, no. Look at me” He growls, taking your aching jaw in his hand, another whimper escaping from your lips when you face him again with swollen eyes. “Yeah, just like this. Good girl.” 

He chuckles, hardening the grip in your hair as he gets down on your throat, laughing at your gag reflex. “God, you’re so pathetic. Can't live without a cock fucking your throat. So perfect, crying on my cock. So fucking obedient. Ooooh I'm gonna cum inside your mouth and give you the fucking milk you crave. You say that you could collapse by drinking it, but you want so badly, don't you? You want to take my fucking cum to feed yourself. You didn't have dinner, huh? My princess is starving. Take everything, babe. Come on, take it. Take it fuck” he babbles, moaning shamelessly with his cocking pulsating. 

Kai rocks his hips deeper till you feel warm thick wires in your throat with a breathed moan as he reaches his climax, pumping his seed deep and roughly, looking down to your suffering face taking all his spilling cum. “Drink.” 

Your eyes close firmly as you swallow his thick cum, gagging and coughing at the process, the liquid smooth and faintly salty against your laringe. Kai’s smile grew, his dark eyes softening as he leaned closer to kiss the top of your head, his voice low and warm. “That’s my girl,” he murmured, his tone dripping with approval when he popped out his softened cock. “See? You did it. I'm so proud of you.” 

His words sent a strange warmth through you, cutting through the fear and arousal, leaving something else in its wake—a flicker of pride enough to rip your lips in a grin. 

Before you could even move, he lay you down on the bed, placing himself between your legs to spread them, catching both your wrists to pin them over your head with one hand, while the other hooked up your legs over his shoulders. “Kai what are you doing—” you try to protest being shut by a rough kiss.

“My girl deserves a reward for being so brave.” He began, leaning down to peck your lips, lifting to nip the thigh placed comfortably in his shoulders. “I'm gonna milk you everyday till you forget about any fucking meal you wanted to taste and couldn't have. You’re mine now, no more starving. Milk me.”

@anitalenia divider

[astrow0rldx]

Jeffrey Dahmer Birth Chart Reading

analysis

brah astrology is so real i can't even fathom. what's going on up there?

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lets talk about his chart ruler. he's a libra ascendant, so his perception & outlook on life is finding love. he is very attractive, charming, charismatic, and alluring. So with libra ruling his chart, his chart ruler is his Venus. His Venus placement is Taurus in the 8th house. Now the sign is how it's expressed. the behavior & the house is the theme of life & area it resides in. So taurus literally represents food & 8th house represents death. Venus literally represents his turn ons, how he is towards love. Taurus is your physical pleasures, your sensual pleasures, being at home in venus, he strongly connected with that. while libra is aesthetic artistic venus because it is an air sign. taurus is more luxurious, physical venus because it is an earth sign. taurus, actually rules the body, the neck, food, so yea he was into that. BUTTTT in the 8th house. of death, possession, power, sex. 8th house is all about possessions of others & it deals with the darker sides & under world. this is where your trauma is, rebirth/regeneration, injuries/accidents/diseases, destruction & death, to gain power. where you possess others & have desire, hidden & secrets, have control & receive support like money & finances, seduction, temptation, possessiveness, jealousy, obligations, taxes. That's LITERALLY where his love lived. Not only his love & venus but his sun at 0 degrees SHARP! his ego, his sense of self, his will, his identity. & his mercury (his mindset, way you process & think, ideas, communicate) lives there too. SCARYYYYY.

But that mars sign tho. Where your mars is places we get to see what drove him, what motivated him, his primal desires. In the expression & behavior of aries, he was definitely PASSIONATE, aggresive, sitting at home in mars. but firing it up. These Primal Desires living in the 6th house of themes & areas of life like daily routine, "what I have to do", health, pets, slaves, clients, servants, contribution to society. He was determined to do what he had to do with a lot of passion, he was a hard worker & got through obstacles. Really felt adrenaline in completing projects, and with other dark placements like his, when your turned on by eating dead people, you get that passion to want to do that a lot. Like he said once he started he couldn't stop, maybe the victims and the goal he accomplished was fulfilling his desires. Now mars is your primal desires & what motivates you but like we know that's shown in your sexual desires to. So people with this placement are really freaky because they might want to have sex everyday. Now they may like to serve their partners, or get horny in places like work or when people are serving them. I'm literally black so I hope I don't get criticism for saying this, but while 6th house rules slaves & mars lived there, he probably was sexually passionate to the fact that black people could be his slaves & they reminded him of someone that could serve him & do what they "have" to do. Black people aren't slaves ofc, and people aren't associated with slavery. He was probably raised in a family, it was the 60's. His subconscious & information consumption did that to his brain.

Speaking on that! Lets to get to this prominent, Neptune Ascending, Living in the first house. Neptune rules the other dimensions, spirituality, astral projection, sleeping, dreams, fantasies, daydreams, ideas, Movies, Tv shows, Inspiration. That up in the clouds energy. So people with Neptune in its first house trip people out, they confuse people. they project fantasies onto others. deceitful & very confused between reality and their heads. harley have any boundaries. So people like that might be egotistal & always play victim/be passive aggressive. so then i want to look at his ego myself (which is his sun sign) & how he thinks, which we said before is both in the 8th house of hidden, secrets, dark stuff, death & sex.

lastly before I punch in some asteroids in his chart, lets talk about YOU GUYS!! HIS VIEWERS. In his 10th house is his reputation, his aura & public image. when you look at historians & celebrities you see how they fit in this world, and its shown in their 10th house. his Uranus is their. the planet of the freaks & aliens. the one who is theoritical & coming up with something new, different, kinky, inventive, odd. like wtffff or woahhhhh. AND NEXT his 11th house, of social media, networking, groups, ideals, community (which also rules uranus) so that revolutionary, inventive, wishes & goals energy. It's the house of the humanitarian so we can change humanity. Aquarius is an air sign (ruled by the 11th house) very good with people. So 11th house can even be how you make friends, who's your friends. How you network & get around. "I know a guy". Anyways that's the house so area of life. theme of life where his pluto & north node lives. your pluto is your trauma, death & rebirth. your transformation, power & sex. so networking & how he got around humanitarianly was, those areas of life with his friends & social media (netflix), network (whoever broadcasted about him) was his rebirth, his transformation, his DEATH. one of the people in his group/community (jail) killed him. Jeffery Dahmer is dead. 8th house represents death to ruling pluto. his sun mercury & venus is there so his ego mind & love literally killed him. Another planet in the 11th house, of networking, social media like netflix, (this for all the people that know him off the show). North Node, what your supposed to become in this lifetime, your purpose is placed there. He was meant to be networked.

Okay you know I had to put Nessus (7066) in. Nessus is an abuser. The area of life it fell in, themes of life is.... drumroll please...... THE 8TH HOUSE, of death, sex, power, etc. But theres us, we live in the 10th house of his public image, reputation, social status, that's our version of him. (111) Ate & (128) Nemesis lives there. Ate is about infatuation, mischief, blindfold-ness. Nemesis is about your arch enemies. Eros (433) & Lust (4386) conjuncts his mars, blending in & amplifying. VERYYY sexual man. In the sign of Aries of assertiveness, aggression, drive & motivation. towards the 6th house of health, what i have to do, daily routines, job, work, clients, slaves, & pets. Last two asteroids lives in the 5th house. what he did that made him shine, his creativity & drama, his pleasures & orgasm. The first Asteroid is Anubis (1912). Anubis is an Ancient Egyptian God, which ancient Egypt (before known as Kemet) originated civilization. He was the original god of the dead. hmmm. So he fell in his house of how Jeffery likes to play & pleasure himself. Last asteroid, that also fell in that house was Zeus (5731) God of War & Sexual Power. OKAY IM DONE. because whatttttt!

[angels-of-horror]

We need more horror romance—and I don’t mean dark romance, or gothic romance, or romance with a twinge of horror. I mean horror with romance. I want the two to be so deeply and disturbingly intertwined that you’re not sure where one ends and the other begins.

[hayatheauthor]

Ghouls, Ghosts & Poltergeists: What's The Difference?

When it comes to the supernatural, the terms ghouls, ghosts, and poltergeists often get thrown around interchangeably. However, each of these entities has distinct characteristics that set them apart. Whether you're a paranormal enthusiast, a horror writer, or simply curious, understanding the differences can enhance your appreciation of the spectral world.

Ghouls: The Graveyard Dwellers

Origin and Mythology Ghouls are creatures rooted in ancient Arabian folklore, often depicted as demonic beings that dwell in graveyards and consume human flesh. The term "ghoul" comes from the Arabic word "ghūl," meaning "to seize" or "to take." They are often seen as monstrous beings that prey on the dead and sometimes the living.

Appearance and Behavior Traditionally, ghouls are depicted as decaying, grotesque figures with a penchant for haunting cemeteries. They are known for their ability to shapeshift, sometimes taking the form of animals to lure their prey. Unlike ghosts and poltergeists, ghouls are corporeal, meaning they have a physical presence that can interact with the material world in a gruesome and tangible way.

Cultural Impact Ghouls have made their way into various cultures and media, often symbolizing death and decay. They appear in literature, films, and video games, usually as menacing creatures to be feared and fought. Their depiction varies, but their essence as flesh-eating, cemetery-dwelling beings remains consistent.

Ghosts: The Restless Spirits

Origin and Mythology Ghosts are the spirits of deceased individuals who have not found peace in the afterlife. Belief in ghosts is widespread, transcending cultures and eras. They are often thought to linger due to unfinished business, unresolved emotions, or a tragic death.

Appearance and Behavior Ghosts are typically depicted as ethereal, translucent figures that may resemble their former human selves. They can appear as full-bodied apparitions or as mere shadows and mists. Ghosts are known for their ability to pass through solid objects, and they often haunt specific locations tied to their past lives, such as homes, battlefields, or places of death.

Cultural Impact Ghost stories are a staple of folklore and have been passed down through generations. They appear in a wide array of media, from classic literature like "Hamlet" to modern horror films like "The Conjuring." Ghosts often evoke a mix of fear, sadness, and curiosity, reflecting our own fears and fascinations with death and the afterlife.

Poltergeists: The Noisy Spirits

Origin and Mythology The term "poltergeist" comes from the German words "poltern" (to make noise) and "geist" (ghost or spirit). Poltergeists are believed to be mischievous or malevolent spirits that cause physical disturbances, such as loud noises and the movement of objects. Unlike traditional ghosts, poltergeists are often associated with specific individuals rather than locations.

Appearance and Behavior Poltergeists are typically invisible and manifest their presence through physical actions rather than visual apparitions. Common poltergeist activities include knocking, banging, object displacement, and even physical attacks. These disturbances often escalate over time, creating a sense of fear and chaos for those affected.

Cultural Impact Poltergeists have been a popular subject in paranormal investigations and horror media. The infamous "Enfield Poltergeist" case in the 1970s, for instance, drew significant media attention and inspired numerous books and films. Poltergeists challenge our understanding of the supernatural by interacting with the physical world in inexplicable ways.

Conclusion

While ghouls, ghosts, and poltergeists all belong to the realm of the supernatural, they each offer unique elements to the tapestry of paranormal lore. Ghouls, with their corporeal form and ghastly habits, bring a sense of physical horror rooted in ancient mythology. Ghosts, as the restless spirits of the deceased, embody our deepest questions and fears about the afterlife. Poltergeists, with their noisy and often violent disruptions, blur the lines between the seen and unseen worlds.

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[all-the-gory-details]

Vampire Whumpee P3

P1 P2 P4 P5

TW: captivity, blood, violence, body horror, vampire whump, hand whump, speciesism, burn mention

It took about an hour for Whumpee's skin to knit itself together around the nail, closing the wounds and bonding their flesh to the metal. The blood on their wrists dried, leaving their skin feeling tight and itchy.

They were exhausted. One of the hunters had come over to take out their gag and pour some water into their mouth, but she han't removed the silver trap around their ankle, and the wound refused to stop screaming in agony. Every shiver or twitch pulled against the nail pinning them to the tree, bringing back the nauseating ache of something inside them. Their legs shook from the effort of standing, but to collapse would mean tearing their wrists and hands beyond repair.

The hunters, despite their painful measures to restrain the vampire, slept in shifts. Whumpee always had at least one pair of eyes on them, at least one human watching from a nearby campfire as they trembled and suffered.

Thankfully, they had chosen a well-shaded campsite. The surrounding forest shaded Whumpee from any direct sunlight, keeping them relatively burn free. They tried to be grateful for that.

It was midmorning by the time people began emerging from tents. They busied themselves with their regular tasks, making food and fetching water, cleaning dishes and finalizing plans. The only attention Whumpee received was the occasional mocking laugh or hungry-eyed stare.

Whumper was one of the last to emerge from his tent, yawning as he walked over to the tree they were nailed to. "Morning, leech," he said with a nasty grin. "Sleep well?"

They closed their eyes, not wanting to see his delight at their pain. "Let me down."

"In a minute," he said, nudging Whumpee's ankle with his foot. "Gotta take that out first."

They whined at the touch, heartbeat racing as they realized just how much that was going to hurt. Realized what the consequence would be for passing out.

The hunter bent down, hooking his pointer finger around one silver bar and pulling lightly. Whumpee let out a muffled sob, closing their eyes tightly. And then he started prying the bars apart, digging his fingers into the unhealed wound and ripping the silver out of muscle and flesh.

Whumpee screamed at the burning, searing pain, tears streaming from their eyes as their vision went white. Don't pass out, they told themself, trying and failing to stifle their sobs, don't pass out.

Don't pass out-

Don't pass...

Don't...

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[pianokantzart]

A bit of a hot take, but to me a really good scary story is the highest form of literary art. The genre always straddles such a fine line between "an incredible rollercoaster of creativity and emotion" and "cringe-inducingly stupid," sometimes swinging wildly between the two like a pendulum. Crazy genre. I love you scary stories.

[totallynoteepy]

Donnie Darko - bedtime routine

<<Cw: semi-involintary agere, crying>>

Key: Dr Thurman, Frank, Donnie

"Okay Donnie, when I clap twice, you will be in the mindset of a child. This will help you tell me the honest truth without having to think about big, scary things." Donnie rolls his eyes at Dr. Thurman but his angsty glare is cut off when he hears two sharp claps. His mind feels foggy and his eyes are too bright for a moment, he feels his bottom lip quiver before everything comes back into focus. "Donald? How old are you?" He hears his therapist ask. He takes a moment to process the question before opening his mouth to speak, but no words comes out... "hmph" is all he can let out, making him whine in annoyance. "Can you show me on your fingers?" Donnie sniffles a bit before counting 3 fingers and holding them up. Dr. Thurman tuts and taps her pen on her clipboard inaudibly mumbling to herself. "Right. That's too young... this isn't going to work." She clasps her hands together once but Donnie suddenly moves towards her and reaches for her hand to stop her clapping the second time. "Donald?" Donnie let's out a soft, high pitched whine before taking his hand away from hers and toddling over to the bookshelf where he recognises a soft toy dog. He hugs the dog tightly to his chest and sits on the floor, his therapist joining him not long after. "Peas don't turn me back..." Donnie manages to get out in a soft, childlike whisper, Thurman simply nods and moves the toy dog's head to make it look like it's licking Donnie's chin - getting a sharp squeal and a giggle from him - the therapist was satisfied that this regression seemed to be helping the usually stiff and argumentative boy, letting him be a child and not a diagnosis for once.

Eventually the session had to conclude but Dr. Thurman could tell Darko wasn't quite ready to go back to being the mopey older brother he was used to being. She sent him off with a shopping bag with a colouring book, some felt tips, a couple of story books, and the toy dog inside. She instructed his sister - who was collecting him - to clap twice when Donnie requested her to. Donnie was quiet the whole ride home, trying to seem normal but also so confused and overwhelmed from this new mindset he was in, he just wanted to have his bedtime. So when he got home, that's exactly what he did, he ran upstairs on his hands and feet in some sort of attempt to get up there faster and when he reached his room he dived into his covers. They had never usually felt soft but now they were the perfect plush nest for Don. He peeled himself off his bed begrudgingly and picked out some cute button up style pyjamas with red and blue stripes on them and pulled them on. He stumbled downstairs and attempted to sneakily take some of the pasta his sister had cooked (he was really very obvious but she didn't care enough to call him out). Contently, Donnie jogged back up the stairs with a freshly stolen bowl of cheesy spaghetti and ate it whilst watching an old vhs tape of 'noddy'. <<remember this is set in 1988>> Once the boy had finished his pasta, he left his room to brush his teeth before bed, he looked away from the mirror to spit in the basin and when he looked back in it - there was Frank!

Donnie jumped and let out a little yelp, he felt his bottom lip curl and his breath hitched as he sobbed softly. "I'm so sorry friend... I didn't mean to scare you..." Donnie kept sobbing, he felt so vulnerable and was so unused to feeling small he couldn't help but cry. Frank, not knowing how to help, began running a bath for Don, stirring in a sizeable amount of bubble mixture after hearing him whimper. Whilst waiting for the little one's bath to be ready, Frank unsurely held his friend and picked him up slowly, rocking him back and forth. "Frankie..." Donnie sleepily mumbled. Frank goes still for a few seconds before gently going back to rocking him and soothing him. He gently places him in the bath, propping his head up on a towel incase baby gets tired. Frank scoops up the water with his fluffy gloves and washes the water over Darko's knees, before starting to massage the soap into Donnie's skin, cleaning the dirt and dried bløød off of his constantly scraped knees. After Frank could confidently say that his friend was clean, he moved on to washing Darko's dyed jett black hair, lapping the water up around his ears and coating the conditioner all through his hair, as he massaged it in - Donnie started to get sleepy and his eyes kept blinking open and closed to try to stop himself from falling asleep. The big rabbit hurried rinsing out the hair wash and picked Donnie up from underneath his arms, carrying him out of the bath before wrapping him in a plush, warm towel.

Frank brought Donnie back to his room, he layed the towel down on his bed pillow so his wet hair wouldn't soak it before gently putting his friend down on the bed. The rabbit slipped Darko's pyjamas back onto his now squeaky clean body, before gently pulling the duvet up and over him. Frank pulled a chair out to beside the bed to get ready to read Donnie one of the bedtime stories his therapist had packed for him, but Donnie shuffled about and whined softly before shyly reaching a hand out and grabbing one of the rabbits plastic ears like a curios baby. "Snuggles...?" He quietly requested, Frank went still again for a moment before double checking "You want cuddles from Frankie, little bunny?" Darko went tomato red before nodding enthusiastically *all whilst trying to hide his embarrassed blush* Frank quickly picked up his toy dog off of the floor and placed it in bed with his little one before hopping into bed with him as well. Not long after, baby Donnie had climbed onto the plush rabbit suit of his imaginary friend and was mumbling and snoring every now and then. Frank moved slowly to turn off the night light that was gently glowing and then clapped twice, not loud enough to wake up his little boy, but loud enough to end the hypnosis so that when Darko woke up he could be returned back to his normal state of mind. "Sleep easy, bun" and with that, Frank disappeared - not to bother Donnie that night.

<<I hope you enjoyed this! This was my first time writing a fic so it's scary to post but people voted for it so hopefully those people like it >>

[unhappeningsuggestions]

do you always bleed like that? with the cadence and frequency of a wild dog, writhing and scratching yourself in an agony you can’t describe? it’s terrible, really, you know that? i did nothing to you, and your body is already folding in on itself like a piece of paper. pull yourself together, or i might just have to let you die.

[askbrahmsheelshire]

((Hi guys!! Long time no post, very sorry about that!! I've been busy cooking up some acrylic charms for you guys!!! :D )) ((They'll be up for pre-order on December 4th, this Wednesday!!!)) ((They'll be on my Etsy storepage!)) ((Hopefully I'll be able to get around to drawing more Brahms!! I've been a little busy as of late ;; ))