#y’all were listening to lullabies while i was listening to metal

[crowcussion]

as promised (in the replies of my post that probably only one person saw) here’s the vid of me doing karaoke

i kept changing positions cuz my knees were shaking soooo bad like holy shit if you look closely u might be able to see me quaking even after my nervousness toned down was still shaking insanely bad

rant aside, i can apparently sing and korn is the best rock band along with rob zombie, alice cooper, black sabbath, mindless self indulgence, and 9 inch nails (if you listen to any of those bands please be my friend please please PLEASE)

[bakusoftie]

I was just listening to creepypasta and got an idea. Could you do hcs for Bakugo and Kirishima’s reactions to seeing a scary fucking demon/ghost or whatever while they’re hanging out with their crush in some creepy place? Or really, just any situation where they’re hanging with their crush and some scary paranormal shit starts happening. I’m in a big mood for some horror. This would make my LIFE thank you 🙌🏻

I’m such a huge horror fan so this made me uwu so hard (also i hope you don’t mind but I made separate scenarios for them but if you wanted poly I could do that 🥺👉👈)

Warnings: Gory Descriptions!!! + Ouija Boards + Kaminari being a dumbass

Kiricutie + Bakubabe experiencing some scary shit with their s/o

🦈 kiricutie 🦈

It was all Denki’s fault

That living enbodiment of a phone charger was the one who dared the entirety of the bakusquad to go to this “haunted” house

Bakugou, of course, said he had better things to do but,,,

Kirishima (being the manliest man he is) just had to be there to protect his s/o from all the bad spirits and creatures of the night

But the thing is- Kirishima is fucking terrified.

You, on the other hand, are so excited maybe a bit nervous and he wants to be one to protect you and be your man

Kaminari, Mina and Sero get too far ahead of themselves and rush off into different parts of the attraction so it's just you and the sharp-toothed cutie,,,all alone,,,in a dark, supposedly haunted house. Oof.

At first,It isn’t as bad as Kirishima thought. Plus, he gets to spend time with you and whenever you’d hear a scream you would unconsciously brush your hand against his and suddenly he doesn’t even realize that he was anxious in the first place. That is until you get to this bloody door that explicitly says ‘Do Not Enter’.

“Oh well, I guess we’ll just have to move on then, s/o”

Being the dumbass you are,,,You grabbed Kirishima’s hand and busted through the door (all that you could think of was ‘I need to see some ghost cheeks 👻’)

The room was dark and had a overwhelming stench to it. So, you ran your hand over the wall to find a light switch

all the while, kiri is begging that you two meet up with everyone else but 👏them👏ghost👏 cheeks👏

when you did find the strangely wet lightswitch, you turned it on to discover the fresh blood dripping down your hands and wondering why kirishima was so silent, you turned around.

He was in some state of shock, his once bright and tanned skin is now a sickly pale. He moves in front of you when you tried to follow his eyesight, desperately trying to protect you from the horrendous sight but you managed to take a look from over his shoulder

The entire room had dark crimson sludge splattered on the walls and the ground they currently stood on.

But that wasn’t even the worst of it.

It was the various amounts of flesh and guts scattered over a steel, rusted autopsy table where a body laid still as a rock. The body was mutilated and had several markings on it

The two of you weren't sure if it was real or just very detailed decorations but you both shared a look that told each other that they needed to leave and get help.

You moved quickly through the house to find your friends, still joining hands with Kirishima.

When you found Kaminari, Mina and Sero roasting a Pennywise cosplayer, you and Eijirou let out a breath of relief and pleaded them to come with you so you could show them the fucking mess y'all witnessed but when you got to the cursed hallway that you swore had a row of doors along it-

The door was fucking gone?!?

Everyone except you and Eijirou, who were both shocked and sick to their stomachs, was laughing and playing it off as a joke but

Whatever the fuck you both experienced together sure as hell bonded you for life.

💥bakubaby💥

Bakugou doesn't scare easy. This bitch used to watch horror movies when he was 3 years old and had hardcore death metal as his lullaby.

He a tough boi

But when it comes to you, he's so fucking soft and full of warmth 🥰

He fucking loves you even tho you can be kinda stupid sometimes all the time

Like right now, You and Bakubae were at a party that Hagakure was throwing and normally Bakugou would be like ‘fuck no I rather stick a cactus up my ass than hang out with a bunch of extras’ but when you looked so sad that he didn’t want to come with you and said ‘oh,,,that’s fine I guess,,,I’ll just ask Todoroki to come with me’

YOU ALREADY KNOW THIS BITCH DID NOT HESITATE TO LET YOU KNOW YOUR ASS IS HIS

and vice versa (“that bakubooty is MINE NOW,THOTS” - S/O declares from the roof of U.A)

The party was lame and the only thing interesting so far was seeing Iida get drunk and dance to Old Time Road.

Until you ask Momo to whip out an Ouija board from her titties.

Now, Bakugou doesn't really believe in ghosts or shit like that but for some reason, he just has this weird feeling about all of this

But he doesn't want to be seen as a weakling because of a stupid board with the alphabet on it.

You call over Deku and Icy-hot to join you in conjuring some motherfucking ghOSTs

You deadass had to pick all the people he absolutely hates, didn’t you?

Anyway, Bakugou couldn’t let these weak extras show him up so he grabs the planchette and asks you how the fuck this shitty toy works.

when you put your hand on his, he uwus so hard omg

but then dEKU and pRinCe zUkO had to ruin everything by putting their hands on the piece of wood too.

bruh shouto better watch tf out because if he sees y’alls pinkies brush against each other one more fucking time he’s going to go FERAL

The shitty wood chip started to pull their hands toward the ‘HELLO’ side of the board and bakugou went *surprised pikachu face*

HE WASNT SCARED HES JUST TAKEN ABACK FUCKING STUPID DEKU I BET HIS WEAK ASS MOVED IT

“Now we’re supposed to ask it questions.”

”U-um are you here to hurt us?”

”SHUT IT ICYHOT AND STUPID DEKU!,,,I got shit to ask this little dead bitch!!”

Bakudumbass, you should never insult a spirit wtf.

After his rude remark, the candles that you had lit around the four of you suddenly went out. I mean it wasn’t a big deal because shouto could easily light them back up but it definitely shook the lot of you to your core.

When the candles were relit, you couldn’t but help to notice that Izuku was missing from the circle

Oh shit

Bakugou thinks that this is all some stupid fucking scheme to get back at him and he swears when he finds Deku, he will break his bones worse than one for all ever could.

But he shuts that thought down the moment that he senses the burning feeling of eyes staring right into his soul. He looks behind him at the dark shadowy figure that seems to be using the freckled, green-haired hero as it's vessel.

Izuku’s once emerald-green eyes are now a shade of glowing crimson and his once warm, friendly smile now a gruesomely wide smirk as his body now dangles from the air.

Ŷ̵̝̌̂o̴̳͖̼̐͜͝u̷̧̠͙̫̭͖͍͋̍͠ ̵͉̮̲̌̓ň̶͔͊̎͘͝͝ĕ̸̬̜͔̑e̶̤̞̹̜̮̗͂̈́͂͜d̷̡̨̙͎̩̭̭̱̜̟̎̒ ̴̧̬̯̠̼͈̹̽̋͒t̵͓̖͙͍̯̜̣̲̅̀o̸̪͈͓̤͍̖̘͔͎͓͋̂̑ ̴̢̢͙̙͎̠̘̳̳̄̈̉̋ͅl̶̗̭̮͑̃̃͌é̷̜͓̫͚́̐͗̅̃̑á̶̜̲̪̟͙͕͍̹̀̓͋͆͐̉̔ř̴͓͈̥̜̜͆̌̑̓̊͝͠ṋ̷̜͍̲̈͘ ̸̞̘̱̥̞̬̣̫̾h̵͎̻͔̼̻̜̓́͋͘͘o̵̳̭̬͙̠̹̪͇̮͊̈̏̊̕͜w̷̭̟͙̱͔͕̃͋̈́̇̕̚͘͘ ̵̦͎̳͋̀͝͝t̵̢̨̗͖͖͇̺͔͖̾̄͌͗̓̾̀ö̴̲́̀ ̸͇͔̱̟̹̫͓̙̀̏̐̌̆͛̋͑͊ṯ̴̡̭͕̮̯̭̘̌̇̽̉͂̾̓̚͜r̷̪͙͎̱̩͚̻͛̾̓̉̉̓̐̿̀͘ȩ̴̧̣͈͚̗͓̯͚͂̀̈̽̚a̷̛̛̠͙̬͖̾͂t̶̡́̕ ̴̨̡̠̰̮͕͍̘̩͎͌ò̸͖̈̏͜t̶͎̼̑͒̿̔̓̈̕͝͠h̷̨͎̲͔̭̖̗̼̘̅̂͂͗͐̍è̷̝̥̠̬̮͈̮̟̔r̸͍͔̳͕̼͛s̷̨̫̼̙̠͉͓̰̽̊̊̔̀͊̃ ̷̛̰̞̳̖̻͕͕̘̝̹̀̎̕k̷͍̳̥̊̋̂̎͒͑̉̽̈́͌ͅḯ̴̩̹̥̤͉̭̘ņ̸̟͎͕̜̞̥̩̬̝͑̋̊̈́̑̏̀̆͐͘ď̸̜̬͇̙̫͉̬̔̏̀̓͊͋l̸̺̲̤̦̼̓̐̀͒̆ẏ̸̖̟͕̣͔̦̳͜,̶̥͇̝͙͔͎̬͌͐̌” ̵̡̻̺̟̻͓͊B̶͖͇̣̲̙͛̊̆̃͑̈́̾̃̕a̶̧͂̍̐̌ķ̶̨̬͇͙̦͓̝̰̩͗͐̿̈͊̏̀̏̕u̴̢̨͕͍͆̆́̏̓͒̉̂̇͝ģ̷̗̱̟̼͉̱̣̐̌̉̒̓́͆͑͒͠ô̵̡͚̻̬̓͒̀͋̔u̵̡̗̻̝̙̓̿͒͆͐̕͝ͅ ̷͖͖̥̭̳͈̑͐̎̐͒K̴̡̡̯͖̹͍̺̟͉̰̆a̴̡̠̘̫̰̖͚͈̲͘t̷͎͈͉͓̩̋̽̿͌ş̷̙͔͎̰̪̜̫̾̌͜͝u̷͉̝̠͚̣͖̿̈́̀͂k̸̜͎̍͠i̴̬̯͇̻̼̹̦̱̋́”

(”you need to learn how to treat others kindly, bakugou katsuki”)

Bakugou is ready for this weird ass shadow man to attack him, he’s got his palms already sparking for the opportunity to blow his ass away back to whatever hell it came from

That doesn’t exactly go as planned

The monster doesn’t come at him but instead, he uses his black matter tendrils to pin you and shouto to the floor as the vine-like shadows slither around your body and constricts your lungs from breathing properly.

It isn’t long until you and todoroki pass out from the lack of air flow and

Bakugou goes into a rage as he sees your unmoving body displayed across the floor as he was too slow to protect you from this fate

The monster discards Deku’s body across the room like a ragdoll and slides its venom-looking ass next to Bakugou’s face and as soon as his crimson eyes meet then eyeless sockets of complete void, Katsuki’s head is smashed into the floorboard as the demonic energy escapes through the window to wreak havoc on the world.

Kaminari decides to check up on the four that ventured off by themselves and when he enter the room and saw them all laying on the floor huddled together, surrounded by candles all he could think to say was...

”🥺 they didn't invite me to the orgy”

[tastyliltina]

Prompt 17: Audience (part 1/?)

Originally, this story was just going to be Ethan playing a guitar. And then....it spiraled into this.

Not sure if I’ll continue it or not, we’ll see!! Reblog if you wanna see more, or if you can’t just drop a like.

Ethan and Chris belong to me, as does the story!

Kellian belongs to @princesaltines!

The air was quiet. It was late, the sun long set, and the night dragged on. Ethan shifted atop his bar stool, his sneakers squeaking against the metal as he did. He picked at the strings before him, aching fingers begging him to stop. But he couldn’t. He’d been paid for the night, and he’d be damned if he didn’t earn that pay. Just one more song.

A glance out to the room showed a few drunken folks slumped in their seats. The bartender, Kellian Mc-something-or-other, was busy attending to a cute redhead at the bar. It was funny seeing the customers hit on the bartenders when they clearly weren’t interested. Ethan shook his head and smiled. Wasn’t his business.

Slowly, he picked the notes he wanted to play. Ethan didn’t have much rhyme, reason, or rhythm to his music. He just played what he liked, and some people liked it. Didn’t bother him if people complained. He’d wasn’t losing any money. He chuckled.

He decided on a slow tune. Something calming, quiet. A soothing lullaby to end the day.

“How’s everyone doing tonight?” Ethan asked, his voice sounding awkward through the mic. There was little response, safe a few quiet claps and a cheer. “Well, that’s good. Last song of the night before we close, and I guess I’ll play it quickly before Kellian back there kicks my sorry ass out.”

Those that were listening laughed. Ethan glances towards the back, and grinned at the finger he received from the tender. He flashed Kellian a wink and grin, then focused back on his guitar. Nothing hard. Just a quiet melody.

The dimmed lights of the bar faded as Ethan began to strum. Each note was warm, drifting through the air like a spring breeze. It flowed to a gentle downbeat, then lifted up and soared. Ethan didn’t look out to the crowd, and instead closed his eyes. He felt every note, every pluck, every twang vibrate through him.

Little by little, the rest of the world vanished. Ethan painted a picture with his guitar. A quiet, humming brook in a forest. The water was sparkling clear, and shone in the light of summer's dusk. Each swell of the music was the water’s twists and turns, and each dip was the banks. The water sang, caressing the earth beneath it as the music did the microphone.

Ethan never knew if any listeners saw what he did when he played. He hoped they did. His voice joined in with the tunes, a rich melody intertwined with the guitar’s strums. He was a bird beside the brook, calling his tune to whoever listened. A bird seeking comfort in his own sound. Ethan smiled as he sung, his lips forming words he could knew like the back of his hand, to the point they felt rich with love.

As the song came to a close, the brook and bird faded from Ethan’s mind. He hummed the final notes, baritone echoing through the silent bar. When he opened his eyes, every patron was facing him. The blond flushed, rubbing his neck while a quiet applause filled the air.

“Well shit, if I knew that’d get your attention, I’d have played it sooner,” he laughed. “Maybe Kellian will invite y’all back and I can try again.” There were sounds of agreement as Ethan put his guitar in its case, set aside his stool, and walked off the small stage. He stepped up to the bar, dipping his head at Kellian.

“When ye said'ja could play, I didn’ think ye'd sound that good,” the dark-haired man chuckled. Ethan rolled his eyes and sat, shrugging.

“Guess you’ll just have to have me back again, huh?” Ethan smirked.

Kellian nodded. “Guess so...can I getcha anythin’ on tha house?”

Ethan thought a moment, then asked for a water with lemon. Kellian nodded, stepping away to get the drink. In the meantime, Ethan scanned the bottles and drinks behind the counter. There were a few drinks on tap, a few wines, and several local brews. Ethan didn’t doubt Kellian liked to buy local...in a small town like theirs, the smaller the name, the more people bought.

Something moved, catching Ethan’s attention. He blinked, then frowned. Had that been...movement? No, surely not. That was a case of drinks-just as he tried to dismiss the notion, Ethan saw another movement. He leaned in closer, squinting. Before Ethan could get a good view of what he saw, Kellian returned with the water.

“Sure ya dun’ want anythin’ else?” Kellian frowned.

Ethan nodded, sitting back in the stool. “Yeah, yeah. Sorry, think these late nights are getting to me,” he shook his head and took a drink. “So how’s business doing? Settling in alright?”

“Aye, doin’ as good as I can, y’know?” The blue-eyed man nodded. “Business s’ just slow t’day, it happens. Ready t’close up an’ go home t’m’dogs.”

“Ah, I gotcha. Well, I think I’ll stay a while, if you’ll have me. Nice to have somewhere quiet to sit a while.”

“Dun mind it,” Kellian shrugged. “Ye can be my impromptu bouncer.” He snickered and grabbed a towel. “I’m gonna wave out the rest’ve the crowd. Stay if ye like, but clean up after yerself, aye?”

Ethan nodded, taking a rag from Kellian. “Can do.” He watched as Kellian stepped away, then settled on watching the shelf again. He rubbed his eyes. No, no. That hadn’t been anything...sure as hell couldn't have been what he thought he saw. A tiny person walking along the shelf? Even the thought made him sigh. Tiny people didn’t exist, dumbass.

He saw it again. Ethan straightened, his eyes narrowing. There, between a beer and wine bottle. A little person, no bigger than his hand. Ethan swiped his fingers over his eyes. Nope, it was still there. Staring right at him. The little critter looked feminine, wearing a small, pink blouse and pants. Brown hair, brown eyes. Brown eyes that were staring right at him.

Ethan shifted, unsure of what to do. Did he stand? Wave? Was there a protocol for seeing a tiny person? He rubbed his face again, staring back at the shelf. She looked just as startled as he did, a tiny deer caught in his headlights. Ethan cast a glance behind him. Kellian was busy ushering some stumbling customers.

Ethan stood. Slowly, he walked around the counter and lifted the gate leading inside. Kellian let him into the back a few times, so he knew where the latch was to get back. Ethan stepped towards the shelf, peering at the bottles. He just had to be sure…

There, on his left. The little person was ducked behind a bottle. He frowned, crouching a bit to look at her. She let out a startled squeak-like sound, and her voice reached his ears.

“Wait, don’t!”

“Don’t what?” Ethan murmured, tilting his head. He kept his voice low, in hopes Kellian wouldn’t hear. Knowing the tender, he wouldn’t be far. “I just got curious.” Slowly, he reached towards the shelf. “Don’t worry, I’m not gonna hurtcha…”

Ethan slowly reached a hand out, hoping to grab the girl. She was staring right at him, but didn’t look like she was moving. Fingers twitching, he made a grab for her. The girl yelped, attempting to duck under his hand. Ethan reacted by closing his hand into a fist, and gasped when he felt something small and very alive squirm within it. He cast another wary glance behind him. No sign of Kellian. No sign of anyone...he needed to hurry.

“Now let me...just see…” Ethan whispered, cupping and bringing his hands to his face. When he was inches from his eyes, he stopped and tilted his head. He felt his heart skip staring at the girl in his hands. This was more exciting than when he’d grabbed the class mouse on a dare in grade school.

The girl was sitting in his palms, her small form quaking. Ethan could feel her hands pressing against his own, the weight similar to that of a small hamster. He swallowed, suddenly very aware of just how little the little person was. Just one false move and-

“Ethan?”

Kellian’s voice snapped him out of his fascinated state. Ethan didn’t have time to stop himself. In one fluid motion, his hands moved to his mouth and shoved. He felt hands, feet, an entire little body pass through his lips. He shivered, the sensation against his tongue unlike anything he’d felt before.

He turned and grinned with a closed-lip smile. Kellian eyed him curiously, blue eyes narrowed. He eyed the shelves behind Ethan and scowled.

“Y’know, if he wanted a drink ya can ask me,” he muttered. Ethan nodded, wishing the little woman would stop her frantic fighting against his teeth. To say he felt bad was a gross understatement. He felt horrible, like a cannibal, but he didn’t know what else to do. His tongue had the girl pinned to the roof of his mouth, but he could still feel her terror.

After a moment, Kellian pushed Ethan aside. In his surprise, Ethan swallowed. His eyes went wide and he coughed violently, swallowing the wriggling lump that shot down his throat. It felt like swallowing too many pop rocks at once, and the fact this was a living creature made his insides twist and knot. Could he blame her? No. He had just eaten her whole. Kellian was staring at Ethan , drowning at the blond as he struggled to speak.

“Y’know-“ another cough, “Kellian-I think I’m okay,” Ethan wheezed. “I was just checking out what you-uhm, I just-curious about-“ he gestured to she shelf, words failing him as his stomach took a beating from the woman inside. “Not feeling-good, think….I’m gonna head home.” He stepped back, scrambling for the hatch to get out.

“Oh-aye,” Kellian said behind him, confusion creeping into his voice. “Yer sure yer okay t’drive home?”

“Yeah, yeah!” Ethan waves a hand, laughing hastily. He grabbed his wallet and slapped twenty dollars on the table. “Here’s your tip nowhaveagoodnight!” Ethan said the last bit in a single breath, then whipped around and made a dash for the door. He needed to get home. He needed to be sick, throw up, pass out, something. Poor little critter was terrified at the very least-eternally scarred at the worst.

Ethan ran to his truck, hopping into the driver’s seat without giving himself time to breathe. His stomach churned angrily, and he gagged. Grabbing the aptly named Emergency Barf Bucket, he had to lean over to avoid getting sick on his steering wheel. When he looked down, he could see the little creature. She was laying limp against the bottom of the bucket, soaked to the bone. He didn’t want to think about what she was doused in…

His first instinct was to start the truck. It snarled to life. Ethan put it in gear, and sped out of the parking lot. He heaved again. Knuckles white with tension, Ethan pulled out onto the main road. He wanted to speed, needed to get home, but he couldn’t. If he got pulled over-would he get arrested? How did these things work? Was this kidnapping? He didn’t fucking know-!

Calm down, dumbass. Breathe. Ethan groaned, leaning back in his chair. Not much you can chance now. Just act...normal. For all you know this is a dream. Either that, or you’re officially batshit nuts. One band on the wheel, he stopped to rub his face. She was breathing, right? He cast a glance to the bucket. Yeah, she was. So that’s good. Just take it one thing at a time and don’t lose it.

Ethan nodded to himself, flipping on the radio. That always helped him calm down. Quiet guitar music filled the truck, instantly putting him at ease. Somewhat, at least. He still felt ready to hack out his insides, but at least he could do it to the tune of a guitar. He shook his head. Just get home. Worry about the rest later.