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sanctum-of-ramshackle · 2 years

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Halloween Never Ends

[TWST AU]: An MC/Yuu who may be related to the notorious slasher.

Gender Neutral MC/Yuu

[Synopsis]: In this timeline, MC/Yuu may be connected to the notorious slasher, Michael Myers, and who is also a little shit.

[TW]: Violence, stalker behavior, and of course, cursing.

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Ever since growing up, MC/Yuu wasn’t like anyone to begin with.

They’re mostly quiet, but still able to talk whenever they need to.

They have an odd fascination with kitchen knives and obsessed with Halloween so much (plus their favorite kind of candy is caramel apple flavor).

There was even one Halloween at their old daycare, they brought in tricks instead of treats. (They brought in a dead raccoon that day and that was the time they transferred to another daycare center.)

Before accidentally being traveled to Twisted Wonderland, everybody in MC/Yuu’s neighborhood were scared of them.

The kids fear them, and adults felt uncomfortable around them.

The only people who don’t felt fear were their parents, but they were worried.

They understand it’s not easy for them to make friends and hoped one day they’ll get their own group.

When MC/Yuu arrived in Twisted Wonderland, they smashed through the lid of the coffin.

Scaring poor Grim who only needed the ceremonial robe and everything.

Crowley found MC/Yuu and Grim which leads them to be at the ceremony and guess what The Dark Mirror.

EVIL

Straight-up Chaotic Evil

The Dark Mirror: I sense this one has an evil aura surrounding them.

Crowley: Nonsense! This previous missing student is not pure evil.

MC/Yuu Myers: *Drops their hidden knife* Fuck.

That escalated from 0 -> 100 real quick!

MC/Yuu brought a knife with them during the travel, and everyone in the room literally took a step back away from them after the reveal.

Then the usual chaos happens with Grim on the loose, Azul and Riddle chasing after the furry menace and fire everywhere.

But…MC/Yuu was able to withstand the blazing heat and quickly grabs Grim.

Then after the madness ended, Crowley took both MC/Yuu and Grim to his office to ask what the hell are they?

Then fast forward to today: NRC’s personal chaotic slasher…maybe-

[Heartslabyul]

[Ace and Deuce somehow got themselves stuck in the closet.]

Ace: LET US OUT!!!

Deuce: Somebody, help us!

Trey: Ace, Deuce, we’ll get you two out of there.

Cater: *Recording everything on his phone*

MC/Yuu Myers: *Breaks off the door* You guys okay?

Trey & Cater: *Perplexed by their strength* …

Riddle: *Came into scene* WHO BROKE THE DOOR?!?!

[Savanaclaw Kitchen Area]

Ruggie: Score! Last one for me. *Reaches for the doughnut*

[A kitchen knife was thrown by Ruggie’s hand and he reacted quickly to retract it back.]

Ruggie: Hey! *Growls at MC/Yuu*

MC/Yuu Myers: Whoops. Sorry. *Cuts off a small piece* Just want a piece. *Walks away*

Ruggie: Fucking psycho…

[Pomefiore]

Vil: *Looks out of the window* *GASP!*

MC/Yuu Myers: *Staring at the window Vil looked through*

Vil: Epel, your friend needs to work on their stalking problem.

Epel: Hm? *Looks through the window*

MC/Yuu Myers: *Flips Epel off* 🖕

Vil: What did you do to anger them like this?

Epel: Darn it. I ate their last caramel apple candy.

Vil: What was that?

Epel: Shit.

[For context: Epel and everyone in Pomefiore were supposed to be on respective dietary restrictions. Epel cheated a little by consuming MC/Yuu’s favorite candy. It was the last one.]

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wildmelon · 4 months

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press day fit (she HATED the interviewer)

#ts4 edit #sims 4 edit #interactive fiction #infamous if #ts4 #sims 4 #my sims #ts4 cas #sims 4 cas #ts4 portrait #sims 4 portrait #create a sim #mc: cole myers #wm: ts4 #wm: chars

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theladyofshalott1989 · 3 months

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Sebastian Sallow Myers-Briggs Type // Like Moths to a Flame Series (Seb x Male MC)

Since my series is told from Sebastian's POV, I thought I would take the Myers-Briggs test from his perspective too. My vision of Sebastian is apparently an ENTJ. The write-up is so scary accurate that it's freaking me out. LMAO. @honeybadgerdontcare394 - Thanks for saying you were interested in reading this (and taking one for your vision of Sebastian too!). @scilla-aster (if you want to try this too!!) I am so curious to see what other writers' versions of Sebastian's personality are. When I read other Hogwarts: Legacy stories, I like to imagine hundreds of different alternative universes where our Bash/Seb/(*insert nickname of choice here*) ends up happy and fulfilled with all our various OCs. (I have a very hard time reading stories that don't end happily for Bash.)

Notes re: his romantic compatibility with Damien (an ENFP), since they are essentially half-opposites (wow!): ENTJs primarily look for intellectual stimulation. As one of the most cerebral personality types, they enjoy debates, and they look for partners who open their minds to new ideas. ENTJs have a treasure chest of knowledge that they love to share with the right person.

^ Sebastian lucked out that Damien is a Ravenclaw and has an extremely curious mind.

ENTJs appreciate partners who can help them get in touch with their feelings because this isn’t something that comes naturally to people of this personality type.

I love this ^ because in my series Sebastian really struggles to understand and express his feelings. Damien is very in tune with his emotions and is not afraid to act on them. ENFPs see ENTJs for who they really are. ENTJs aren’t typically seen as warm people, but they tend to be extremely helpful, generous, and supportive. As one of the personality types who are most interested in people, ENFPs look deeper and notice traits about ENTJs that other people don’t see.

^ Don't mind me; just tearing up here. LMAO. I hope this came across in my series because it's one of the main reasons I wrote it. Sebastian needs someone to see him for who he truly is, and I'd like to think Damien does.

Their communication style chart (Seb - ENTJ, Damien - ENFP):

ENTJs are assertive, competitive, and like a good challenge. At their best, they are bold and confident leaders who are willing to take unpopular action. ENTJs may be overly proud, boisterous, and willing to manipulate others to achieve their goals. At their worst, they can be narcissistic, overly focused on their own needs, and lack empathy for others.

ENFPs often support, openly sympathize, and actively offer help to others At their best, they are gentle sympathizers, who are easily trusted and accepted. ENFPs may be overly revealing and have difficulty being alone. At their worst, they can require too much attention and admiration from others and be excessively involved in the affairs of others.

YUPPPPPPPPPPPPPP. Okay, I'm done now. Here's a silly pic of Sebastian for reading this far :)

#sebastian sallow #myers briggs #sebastian sallow x male mc #hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow x mc

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reijniana · 2 years

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Indecision

Author’s Note: Hello hello! I have been working on this part for a bit and I really hope you enjoy! If there’s any odd sentences or poor grammar - thank my 3AM brain for adding in a bit of spice. This is the follow-up to Foolish. TW: AFAB Reader, Mentioning Gore, Threats of Reader’s Death, Dub-con, Creampie, Painful Sex (You know Michael gets what he wants when he wants.) The abrupt banging on your door and sound of police sirens woke you up. Somehow, you had managed to fall asleep on the couch, even though Michael was sitting right next to you. The bowl of popcorn was nowhere to be seen and neither was Michael. The incessant banging made you groan, pulling the blanket off--

Blanket?

You shook your head and pushed the thought aside, standing up and shuffling to the door while rubbing the sleep from your eyes. The moment the lock clicked open and the handle was turned, you were greeted with the sight of multiple police officers shining flashlights on you, making you wince from the sudden blinding light. Their faces were obscured, but their tense nature was apparent.

“Hello, Officers,” you muttered, still trying to push your sleepy haze from your mind, leaning against the door while you held it open. Without a word, a few of the flashlights turned off and one even sighed in relief.

“Hello Miss. We’ve been ordered to secure your property and neutralize any threat. Last report of your whereabouts came from the hospital, where Michael Myers had kidnapped you and stolen your car. We have reasonable suspicion that he is here on your property. It’s a miracle you’re still alive,” the sheriff declared. Each word he said somehow made you even more confused. You looked back into the house, only then spotting the white mask peering through the back window. The dark silhouette unmoving.

“Oh? Well I’m sorry to say, but I haven’t seen him. I’d assume he’s headed towards his childhood home, like he did the last time he got out. You’re free to search the area, but I haven’t seen or heard anything,” you felt your heart plummet as you covered for the murderer. To you, Michael was just a man who wasn’t given a chance. Your parents knew the Myers and they often talked about how abuse and neglect ran rampant in the home. In a twisted way, you wanted to care for him, but you knew you could never provide what he needed. Ultimately, he chose you. The first person to be with Michael Myers outside of Smith’s Grove and survive.

“We’ll be on the lookout, ma’am. Lock your doors and windows. Do call if there’s anything out of the ordinary,” the sheriff concluded, the other officers preparing their canines to search the premises. The calmness of it all didn’t feel right, especially since they had stated hard evidence and didn’t question further. It remained on your mind as you closed the door behind you. A sigh left your lips and for a moment, you felt like your world was falling apart.

Just as the first tear fell, a hand gripped your shoulder, turning you around and shocking the sadness from your mind. A rough but articulate finger wiped the tear away, Michael’s blue eyes coldly staring you down from behind the mask. He slowly shook his head back and forth before standing back upright and quietly leaving your side. He went upstairs, likely to watch the police officers scurry around in hopes of finding him. Each movement he made was as silent as the night and you could barely take anymore of this nonsense so you headed to your room upstairs as well, a stressed sigh coming from your lips while you shut the light off in your room. Once you laid down, your eyes stayed wide open, watching the police shine their flashlights through the forest.

Your home wasn’t safe for you anymore. It was a fact that sunk into the core of your body, knotting up your stomach until you felt nothing but guilt, ashamed for letting Michael get away with such a thing. He killed without remorse and, what you had learned from the chatter, he seemed to enjoy it, arranging corpses in different manners and even decorating one with his sister’s gravestone. Dr. Loomis was welded to the fact that he was the embodiment of pure evil, that he should be euthanized for the crimes he committed. Plenty objected to the idea, while plenty agreed. The only reason he was still alive at Smith’s Grove is because of the continual questioning and testing on him. While working at the hospital, you learned how far kindness went with the people there - people who were considered to be “lost hopes” - but they were humans, just as you were. The way the staff treated them was akin to rabid animals. The only time you had spent a substantial amount of time with Michael was when one of Loomis’ nurses had contracted a severe case of the flu. You were the only one who accepted the position as others feared for their lives. Like always, he was silent, his one unwounded eye watching you with his other patched and bandaged. You were given the task to clean the bandages as necessary and record any distinct movements or any verbalizations. Each time you came close to Michael, it was with respect, not standing away and reaching towards him like he was a feral cat about to pounce. He was restrained to his seat and you pulled up a chair next to him, having all your supplies in a small tray in your lap. He was stone-cold and the only sort of interaction you had was when you had patched him up for the last time and explained that the other nurse was coming back. He nodded and his blue eyes left you while the guards took him back to his room.

You never knew if he remembered you, until now.

🙤 ·•⋅⋅⋅•· ꕥ ·•⋅⋅⋅•· 🙦

Hours after the police had concluded their search and told you that they’d come back tomorrow, you thanked them and one shook your hand, kissing your knuckles and making you fake a giggle. When you closed the door, you could feel his eyes on you, but like normal, you never knew from where. Starting to head upstairs, a hand wrapped around your long hair and tugged you backwards. You lost your balance and stumbled into his chest, your heart immediately pumping from the idea of a threat. Your face paled and you felt a cold knife against your neck. Was he going to kill you now? Had he gotten what he wanted and was going to finish the job? You gulped and closed your eyes, waiting for the blade to slide across your neck like a hot knife to butter. It was still, but remained a threat while the brick wall of a man pushed you forwards up the stairs and into your bedroom. Once you were there, the hand let go of your hair only to shove you down to the floor with excessive force. The thud from the fall made pictures on your desk rumble, the dark looming figure above you unmoving, unwilling to give you any expression to work off of. The glinting light of the blade was the only queue you had to think about what he was going to do. With your hands raised to your chest and palms spread out, your chest heaved with each breath, the fear of death making every instinct in your body to run.

Movement. He knelt over you, his face about an arms reach away when he raised the knife over his head, his hand snatching your neck, and your hands shivering with fear. You felt the muscles in his body flex when he swung the knife down, making you shriek and squeeze your eyes shut. The blade only moments from sinking into your flesh when -

THUD.

You open your eyes and see the light of the moon shimmering on the knife mere centimeters from your head. Had he missed? No, Michael was experienced. He never missed. The terror in your body made your legs feel like lead, your hands slowly curling up and resting on your chest. He stared down at you, the slightest bit of light letting you know that he was intent on watching you; drinking in your fear and breathing it in. You trembled below him, making his hand tighten around your throat. Your breaths became shallow wheezes, your whole body shaking below him as you struggled to breathe. The darkness in your vision slowly crept in when his hand was removed, allowing you to suck in a full breath of air while a thundering headache rushed into your head. Was he apprehensive to kill you? Did he make some sort of mistake? Your thoughts ran wild, trying to think why he wouldn’t finish you off when you were clearly vulnerable to him currently.

Without warning, his weight was shifted off of you and you found yourself barely able to stand up before you were thrown to your bed like a sack of potatoes. The behemoth of a man crawled over you once again, only now he pushed your legs apart and let them rest on his hips. Everything was moving so fast and you could only blink a few times while he unzipped his mechanic’s coveralls, his needy fingers hooking onto your sweatpants and tugging them down.

“Now-.. Michael! Wait a second…-” you stammered, struggling to say anything as your sweatpants were pulled off, your womanhood concealed behind a thin layer of cotton fabric. His hands didn’t heed to your word until you grabbed his wrist, his head slowly shifting upwards to glare at you. With a single look, you were left speechless. “I…I-... We don’t-... know each other like this!” you protested, his cold gaze giving you nothing to work off of.

“Mine.”

Your jaw went slack and your eyes widened, the grip on his wrist loosening as he uttered his first word to you. It sounded like more of a growl from his unused vocal chords. The husky and guttural sound of his voice made your stomach flutter, his first word only leaving even more of a mark as he claimed you as his. It left you speechless, blinking lazily like a fool until his hand moved again towards your hip, the protest within you had partially evaporated. In all honesty, you knew how handsome he was under that mask and couldn’t help but ogle from time to time, but you also worried that if you protested any more, he would sink his knife into your chest and move on. Michael was enigmatic and you didn’t want to have him murder you just because you wanted to force the killer to ask for consent.

His deft hands discarded your panties on the floor and he pressed his clothed groin between your legs, letting you feel how excited he was from toying with you - making you fear him. The size took a moment for you to register in your brain, feeling his slow grinding making him twitch against you. The clothing made it hard to tell, but he didn’t keep you waiting. It was like he read your mind with how quickly he pushed his coveralls off his waist, letting his feverish erection lay on top of your pubic bone. It made you gulp as you looked down, the length of it alone sending a shiver up your spine. He pulled back his hips, finding the warmest and slickest part of you, pressing into you without a care of how you felt.

You winced, feeling him buck his hips forward to try to fully plunge himself into you. His cock pressed up against your cervix, making you wince whenever he tried to push forward even more. Eventually, with another rough thrust, the head slipped upwards from your cervix, pressing deep into you until he bottomed out. The feeling of having him adventure that deep into you left you speechless. There was no foreplay and you were barely aroused by the time he forced himself into you, yet he managed to submerge into your core. Your hand went to your lower abdomen when he pulled back his hips, only to slam in again and make you let out the most primal moan you had ever managed to make. The head of his cock pushed up enough to make a small lump form on your lower abdomen. Just the idea of him hitting such a sensitive spot had made you aroused to a point that even he felt the difference, letting out a low and almost silent vocalizations while he built up rhythm.

Your head fell back onto your pillows and his hands went to your waist, gripping onto you so hard you felt the small capillaries pop under his fingers. Your brow furrowed and your body threatened to clamp down onto him, making him shudder while you continued to moan and whimper under him, every inch of your body inviting him to lay claim to the most precious part of your body. To say you lusted for him would be an understatement. You *hungered* for him, wanting him to set you over that edge, wanting him to make you fold over in pleasure. The mask above you retained the mystery behind the man’s expression, but you could see his eyes watching every thrust he made, watching the sticky lubricant cling between the rough clapping of skin against skin.

The moment his thrusting increased was the moment you felt the barrier snap open, making you howl out in ecstasy while your back lifted up, burying your head into the pillows while your muscles clamped down around him. You continue to gush a few moments after your climax has subsided, his hips still keeping up a ruthless pace and leaving no worry to the reddening skin on your thighs and ass. Each of his thrusts sent shockwaves of pleasure over you, your sensitivity heightened to a point that his brutal thrusts made you cry out in pleasure. In the blink of an eye, one hand lifted from your waist and gripped onto your neck, the veins in his forearm popping out as he squeezed, his hips pumping as fast as he could when he reached his climax, only to finish by roughly slamming into you. Your wide and teary eyes gazed up at him with a weakness that even he was consumed by. The vice grip from his hand released and you heaved, sucking in a breath of air while he kept himself inside you, his hands curling up and steadying him while sweat beaded up on his bare chest, each breath of his blowing hot air from the nose and eye holes of the mask.

Your eyelids become heavy, slowly settling down until he ends up moving, lifting himself off you and moving towards the bathroom. Every ounce of energy you had was all used up in the orgasm you had. Each muscle in your body trembled, struggling to relax while you slowly came down from your high. Just as you began to doze off, the mattress under you dipped down and Michael’s maskless breaths graced your ears, but you were much too tired to open your eyes.

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12am-motivation · 1 year

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If you saw me cosplaying Solomon at Anifair D3 no you didn't

#fem solomon specifically #it's kinda my first time going all-out for a costume but i didn't know how to style wigs #i was hoping that someone would approach me but that didn't happen lol #i did find a whole lot of interesting cosers tho #the only other obey me cosers there were lucifer belphie and MC #there was a tsukasa suou coser who kneeled and kissed my hand after taking a pic #and there was a michael myers coser who straight up pointed the knife at my face silently when i asked for a pic lmao #anws i'm hoping to make a more decent solomon cosplay next time!#i went for his human world look and honestly how is he not suffocating under 3 layers of clothing #i could go on and on abt this so i'll cut this short lol #feel free to ask me stuff tho #mo rambles into the void #might delete later #also sorry for the lack of posts guys #just finished a hectic week of schoolwork

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casualwriters · 2 years

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Masterlist | prompts | Me

#peaky blinder fanfic #until dawn #life is strange #stranger things #billy loomis #Scream 1996 #The Lost Boys 1987 #euphoria #sons of anarchy #Mayans MC #Micheal Myers #jason voorhees #horror #The Walking Dead #the walking dead game #skins uk #lovelink #litgs2

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tickledpink31 · 2 years

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What is Minako's MBTI personality?

Ahh, Myers-Briggs. I used to obsessively try and line up my main characters to the INFP personality (I don't think I'm an INFP, I just think INFPs are cool).

At this point, I'm not super sure about Minako's MBTI, but she could be an ISFP. Keep in mind that I follow cognitive functions of a personality type rather than just using the letters on the type to judge her personality. If you don't know what cognitive functions are, then I suggest reading about them on this Tumblr blog. I am also not an expert an MBTI, so I could be wrong on my analysis.

She's likely, Se-Ni (Extroverted Sensing-Introverted Intuition) because of how much she wants physical experiences, and she's great at using it to be in touch with the world. She also has bouts of long-term thinking (about her curse or her goal in trying to become Head Girl at Hogwarts). But then again, she might not be because she's a little bit stuck in the past (trauma from her parents' death) at least internally. Actually, come to think of it, trauma makes us all look back even for present/future-focused people.

Let's look at her judging functions, Fi-Te (Introverted Feeling-Extroverted Thinking). Sometimes, I think that her thinking function could be a bit stronger and more present for an ISFP her age, especially in her stressful situation because I've mentioned that she does make a conscious effort to be on top of her tasks and be organized. Maybe this is because she has a sister that influenced this behaviour. I also had a hard time thinking whether she is Fi (Introverted Feeling) or Fe (Extroverted Feeling) since she tries to be in sync with the world around her. But when I think about it, Minako is only at peace when she feels that nothing is wrong with what everyone else is doing. When something arises that doesn't sit well with her ethics, she goes "NOPE!" She can lead people, but in the end, she's not that much of a team player when she doesn't agree with someone.

If anyone would like to add anything more or correct my analysis please feel free to do so.

#ask #twisted wonderland x harry potter #twisted wonderland #harry potter #mbti #myers briggs #isfp #epics of ink and light #epics of ink & light #twisted wonderland mc #harry potter oc #oc: minako nezumi

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insanethrottlebikernews · 1 year

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HOMIETOS MC SHOOTOUT LEAVES 3 DEAD AND MANY ASKING WHY **FULL VIDEO**

#homietosmc #bandidosmc #oklahoma On Saturday April 1st Judee tragically lost her husband Eric. He was an amazing friend, uncle, son, and brother. He was always knew how to make someone laugh. He was always striving to make himself better for Judee and Theo. We are all going to miss him so much. 00:00 I got something to say 01:46 No one joined a motorcycle club to get hurt 05:01 Lot’s of…

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#bandidos homietos #bandidos mc #bandidos mc oklahoma #bandidos mc texas #Biker News #homietos mc #insane throttle #motorcycle clubs #motorcycles #outlaws #shootout #Tyler Myers #Whiskey Barrel Saloon

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herecomethatboi · 21 days

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Dbd killers x gn! Reader pt.2

Part two of MC slamming killers against the wall. Now it's MC who gets slammed lol

(I remembered like... A few days ago that I have a Tumblr account and I have 70+ followers??? Oh my god??? I love you guys, and i'm so sorry for delaying this. School, life and my love life just ✨love✨ to make me suffer🥲)

((LET'S GOOO))

The Ghostface:

The cat and mouse play begun, once you heard him giggle like a kid opening Christmas presents. The chase went on for what seemed like hours.

But of course, by the rules of the Entity's Realm, he caught up.

The breath was knocked out of you as you were thrown on your front and you tried to buck him off, although now he remembered he actually has his supernatural strengh to pin you down.

He was huffing, you were out of breath and he turned you -rather harshly- on your back making you grunt. He sat on your stomach, then he raised his knife.

You thought he will stab you in the skull, so you winced and closed you eyes while shielding your face with your arms.

With a swift motion he stabbed it into the ground next to you. You lowered your arms and opened your eyes to see his...face.

The mask was thrown somewhere else.

He had a grin on his face. An arogant, stupid grin on his face.

"Caught you now..." His voice was raspy, like he hasnt used it in a while. "Thought you could run away from me?"

"No, I-"

"I think I should return the favour, no?" He cut you off with a grin. At your lack of response his grin grew. "Not so bold now, hmm?"

You glared up at him and tried to push him off, which made him grab your wrists in his hands and pin them above your head.

"Awh, last time you were rougher, i'm almost disappointed." He giggled again.

That was the last straw, and whatever adrenaline you had in your system came in the form of pushing against him and switching positions.

"I can be rough, just like last time." You grinned down at his stupid face with that stupid grin.

"Oh, please, do go on." He... Pleaded? It sounded like teasing, but the honest begging undertone was so obvious.

So, you kissed him. Pinned his arms down by his wrists, and did the knee thing, which made him shiver.

He pulled back, not expecting you to ACTUALLY do something with him.

"Oh God..." He breathed out. His cheeks were pink, highlighting some of his freckles.

"My name should be what you call." You said as you applied pressure between his legs, which made him arch up just a tiny bit.

"Oh...God..." He moved against your knee, trying to find some release.

"Good boy."

The Entity watched with pop-corn as the scene unfolded.

The Legion, Frank:

You were repairing a gen when he randomly appeared next to you. You jumped back, let out a tiny scream (and had a mini heartattack) making the generator explode, which he laughed at.

"Am I that scary? Come on now." He laughed, you glared at him.

"Oh, should I start listing why a SURVIVOR should be afraid of a KILLER?!?" You asked rather harshly. His laughing turned into snickering.

"Yeah, well, this killer has to remind you where your place is after the last time we met." You were pinned against the gen when he finished that sentence. "After all, i'm a big, scary, merciless killer. Am I not?"

You stared at him with widenes eyes for a moment, then your expression turned blank and you clicked your tongue.

"Says the guy who whimpers like a girl." That did the trick, since he started stuttering non-sense that wasn't helping his case.

"WELL FUCK YOU- you... uh- you- uhm- FUCK- uhmmmm-" You chuckled and waited for him to form a sentence.

He stabbed you angrily and ran away, like the baby he is.

Then, when he got back, he started ranting about you to the Legion, who collectively told him to fuck your brains out or you will.

Frank didn't like that, but kept it in mind.

Michael Myers:

You were alas the last one yet again. You found the hatch, but decided to just sit down next to it and wait.

Michael was nearby, you could feel it.

Ever since... THAT, he's been focusing his attention on you, even in the camp where supposedly, no killer can come too close or enter, you felt that piercing gaze on the back of your head.

It wasn't pleasant, to say the least.

So, you decided to finally have a one-sided conversation with the Shape.

If, he lets you, of course.

It took some time, but he came forward, staring at you then the hatch, then back at you, pointing his knife slightly to your only escape.

"I know, I know, I just... Wanted to talk. If it's okay?" You stood up slowly, he lowered his knife to his usual resting position. "I'm sorry. I know it was shitty of me to do that, and I wanted to know if we could just... Go back to the usual trials?" You asked, unsure of his response.

You certainly didn't expect him to slam you against the wall behind you with a hand around your throat. He wasn't choking you, just holding it, as if you were made out of porcelain.

(Which, to be honest, compared to his strengh, your neck could be considered delecate)

You froze. His breathing was deep, but calculated and slow. He then dropped his knife (which was a surprise) and lifted his mask above his lips.

Then with the same fashion you did, he kissed you forcefully.

You stopped breathing for a moment and tensed up.

The kiss ended just as quick as the last one. Then he pulled his mask back down, let go of your neck and left, leaving his knife behind.

You returned to the camp with his knife hidden away, and shocked.

+Pyramid Head: (Ya'll, he has long tongue🤭)

He's been having bad trials lately. Something was wrong, but he didn't know what it was.

Everything just felt... Off.

Then the trial with you happened.

You were new, a complete stranger, and yet, nothing indicated that you were a bad person who deserved to be punished.

Pyramid had this dawning feeling about some survivors, and you were just the same.

Wrong place, wrong time.

He didn't find it in his soul to make people like you suffer. But sometimes. People like you just piss him off.

He finished off Ada, leaving you injured somewhere on the map. He found the hatch before you, but he ignored it and went after the smell of blood.

Then he found you and with a swift motion you were against the wall.

You tried to fight, which pissed him off some more, making him let out some grunts, but nothing made you stop.

So, he had an idea.

On the front of his head, there's a little opening for his tongue to escape.

So, he did just that and stuck it into your mouth.

It was gross, sure, it didn't feel like a normal tongue, but it was an interesting experience (for him too).

When you stopped, he took out his tongue, tossed you on his shoulder and walked back to the hatch, then he dropped you and left.

He started at his reflection for hours, not knowing WHY he just... Did what he did. But kept that in mind to do it again.

Pyramid could smell the sweet sweet arousal from you, which gave him images he never did and a new hard problem to deal with.

Screw you. (Affectionatelly)

+Evan MacMillan:

Evan had a feeling someone was down in the basement, and he was right. You were there, with your newly found flashlight, frozen in place as he took up the place in the only way for you to escape.

He knew it was over for you, so he took a step toward you, but was met with something hitting his square in the forehead, harshly.

Trapper was stunned the moment you threw a flashlight at him, hitting him on his mask and cracking the top layer off of it.

He almost dropped his weapon at the impact.

He just stood there at the stairs of the basement while you looked between the flashlight on the floor and him, mortified.

Evan huffed and marched to you, which made you let out a panicked noot noot and tried to avoid his reach, which was useless.

He grabbed you, but he didn't expect to be met with the sheer force of adrenaline from you and be slammed against the hooks pillar (is it a pillar???).

You grabbed his mask, threw it away, grabbed his face and kissed him.

He just froze up, not knowing what in the nine Hells he's suppose to do.

Then, you were running away.

The kiss was... Something else for him. Which made him hide in the basement, and just rethink his life decissions.

#dbd x gn reader #dbd x reader #dead by daylight #dbd ghostface x reader #the legion x reader #michael myers x reader #pyramid head x reader #the trapper x reader

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wildmelon · 5 months

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cole dressed up as her dnd character

#ts4 edit #sims 4 edit #ts4 #sims 4 #my sims #sims 4 cas #sims 4 portrait #ts4 cas #ts4 portrait #create a sim #mc: cole myers #wm: ts4 #wm: chars

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theladyofshalott1989 · 3 months

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Myers-Briggs Test for OC // Damien Evans

Thanks to @honeybadgerdontcare394 @scilla-aster for making Myers-Briggs posts about their OCs. What a brilliant idea! (It has also already helped me think deeper about some actions I've started outlining for the third story in my series.) Damien Evans, my OC from my Sebastian Sallow / Male MC series (Like Moths to a Flame) is an ENFP!

It honestly makes too much sense. (And def explains why he is so forgiving of Sebastian's actions.) Seb is a lucky bastard for practically stumbling on someone so intuitive, curious, and feeling, ngl. LMAO.

And here's a funny pic of Damien for reading this far :)

I'm also thinking about doing this for Seb, since my story is told from his POV... thoughts?

AND OMG I had to add this after posting because it made me LOL. The title of the section about ENFPs in romantic relationships is... wait for it... FANNING THE FLAMES HAHAHAHAHA

Fanning the Flames

When ENFPs are interested in someone, they rarely hold back. People with this personality type tend to fall in love easily – and they fall hard. These individuals shower their new flame with affection, trusting that the devotion and passion that they feel are real.

Optimists at heart, ENFP personalities are undaunted by the practical challenges and inconveniences of a new partnership. This might explain why they generally don’t shy away from long-distance relationships. In their minds, physical distance is no match for the power of true love. Rather than focusing on potential issues, ENFPs sink into the joys of a relationship’s honeymoon stage, constantly looking for ways to prove their dedication and delight their partner.

In a world of dating games and rules, ENFPs’ willingness to throw caution to the wind can be a breath of fresh air.

For better or for worse, not everyone can match this personality type’s ardor and intensity. Some people just need more space – whether physical, emotional, or both. If their partner’s enthusiasm doesn’t seem to match their own, ENFPs may find themselves wondering if they’re doing something wrong.

And when the flames of romance start to flicker or wane as a relationship matures – as happens in nearly every longer-term relationship – ENFP personalities might worry that their devotion has been misplaced and the match isn’t meant to be after all.

#sebastian sallow x male mc #myers briggs #hogwarts legacy #sebastian x mc #original character

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lunadeathbed · 11 months

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★ Hi Again ★

Normally Not Normal

The long awaited part 2 of Hi Ren! FINALLY!!!! Sorry that it took so long to actually get it out but I didn't forget about it!

Link to part 1 of Normally Not Normal ↓

RED : Ren's thoughts

PINK : Ren

PURPLE : Moth

BLUE: MC

★ Hi Again ★

You gathered a few blankets and pillows putting them down on your couch. It was currently about 7:30, Ren would be here soon. You decided it was probably a good time to get ready.

Walking into your room you go over to your wardrobe. Browsing youroptions you stumble upon a white “Friday the 13th” shirt you bought a while back after Moth sent you a eBay listing for it. They knew your tastes a little to well and of course you caved in and bought it. You paired the shirt with some black sweat pants and your regular jewelry. Last of all you pulled on a pair of fuzzy black socks, it was still pretty cold in autumn.

You spun around in front of the mirror that lazily leaned against the corner of your bedroom and take a look at yourself. Satisfied with your choices for the night you step away.

As if on cue your doorbell rang just as you walked out of your bedroom. Hurriedly you run to your front door and unlock it.

You come face to face with Ren's chest.

“Hey there Angel.”

Sometimes you forget how tall he is.

You also see the oversized Slasher hoodie he was wearing. It was a black “Halloween” hoodie with Michael Myers plastered on the front, pared with black cargo pants that had silver chains hanging of the belt loops. It was pretty different compared to his usual soft look. It looked nice you thought.

You crane your neck up to look Ren in the eyes blushing a little.

“Hi again, Ren.”

You felt a surge of something pulse through your body at the way Ren looked at you with a soft smile. You couldn't quite describe or put a label on it, but it was definitely a good feeling.

Ren's face grew reder and reder the ponder you looked at him.

So cute...

You realise you've been staring at Ren for at least a minute.

“-ah, sorry,” you look away.

God. He probably thought you were weird. You step away from the door to let him in.

“It's fine Angel, don't worry about it.”

“uh-You look nice.”

Ren started to fiddle with the end of his sleeve, moving to take of his shoes.

“You look nice too…”

At this point both of you were burning red just from the small exchange.

To brake the slightly awkward silence Ren lifts up the plastic shopping bag he held with a slight smile.

“I got you your cup noodles.”

“uh-Thanks, I-I'll take that,” taking the bag gently your fingers slightly brush against Ren's hand…

Their hands are soft...

Ren mumbles a bit breathing heavily at the contact with a blush overcoming his face while he takes his shoes of, although you don't notice.

Once he finishes you walk to the kitchen and put down the bag, Ren following closely behind like the big puppy he was.

Maybe that would be a new nickname for him? Puppy. It sounds fitting because Ren finds the need to follow your every move.

“m’ gonna take this stuff out.”

You start to take things out of the bag and place them on the counter.

“I hope you like what I got you.’’

He had already managed to find where you kept your bowls and place them on the counter. He fiddles a bit as you assess the food options.

Wow…

Looking over the selection Ren had struck gold, he bought all of your favourite snacks. Nearly everything down to a tee.

“How did you know that these were my favourite?” you asked, half jokingly raising one of your eyebrows.

You remembered Ren calling and asking about what he should get but you never actually said all that much just a few things.

“uh-well I saw you had some of these in the kitchen last time I was over and the rest I kinda just uh-guessed, and bought some of the stuff I like.” he tugged to his sleeves more.

Little do you know angel, I followed you around while you were at the shops and I took a peek at your recites...

Ren really had some luck or he was a telepath.

“Really?! You sure you haven't been reading my mind or something?”

Ren laughs softly.

“I wish Angel.”

“I would’ve done a lot more than see what your favourite snacks are,” he mumbles under his breath not realising you noticed.

I would have done a lot of things by now... A lot...

You shiver involuntary.

Not from the cold Autumn air seeping through your thin apartment walls, god.

Stupid landlord.

You need to actually file a lawsuit against that guy.

“Ah-”

Your train of thoughts stumbles as you hear you phone go of.

“ugh-What?” you mumble to yourself.

You pat around your pockets for you phone, you think you see a faint smirk on Ren's face for a second, but as soon as you see it it's gone.

. . .

Your phone goes of again.

“Hold on a sec.”

You finally manage to locate your phone and pull it out to see who was messaging you at such a random hour.

Moth...

Of course.

★★★★★

Heyyyy

Are we watching that new anime you talked about yesterday?

Hi Moth

Not today

Ren's over at my place right now

REN???????

YOU MEAN THE ONE FROM THE LIBRARY!?!?

yes.

that one

Don't stay up too late then, I won't keep you any longer 😉

Moth!

Ok, Ok, I'll leave you alone for now

Let me know how it goes!

★★★★★

You blush profusely at the small comment.

“uh, Sorry about that.”

“it's fine Angel.”

The both of you continue to move snacks from there packaging to bowls.

Ren randomly stopped and just sort of stood behind you.

“Are you ok-”

You're cut off by Ren's arms snake around your waist, he leans his face into your hair.

You smell so good angel... I could hold you like this forever... Truely...

You feel a blush rise to your cheeks.

“Ren?”

One of Ren's hands travels under your shirt and he traces his fingers against your bare skin.

Your blush furiously at his sudden act of affection.

“R-Ren?”

“hmm?”

“W-we should finish unpacking this stuff.”

Ren pouts a bit but eventually complies.

It was cute.

One you finish Ren helps you bring the food into your living room, after putting down the bowls you plop onto the couch.

“What movie should we start with?”

“How about we start with Friday The 13th? Seemed to be one of your favourites.” He says pointing down at your Friday The 13th shirt.

“Oh, yeah it is one of my favourite movies. We can start with that but we'll watch your favourite next.”

“So I'm assuming Halloween then?”

“Yep.”

You pick up the remote again and open Netflix, you play the movie and get settled in. You wrap yourself in a blanket and pass one over to Ren and he places it over his lap.

Both you and Ren chill for some time and point out your favourite parts of the movie to each other.

You don't notice at first but Ren slowly inches towards you every so often...

At some point Ren gets so close that your thighs are touching and he it trying to pretend to focus on the movie while his face is bright red and his breath hitched.

So close...

You yourself blush a bit.

“Is this ok?”

Ren looks over to you waiting for your confirmation looking a bit flustered. You nod slightly.

One of Ren's hands slowly moves from his lap and rests it on your thighs. Surprised with the sudden confidence you make a small sound and blush harder. You feel Ren draw stars with his thumb on your thigh.

You liked it.

It felt right.

You lean your head against Ren's shoulder and he stiffness a bit before relaxing again and leaning his head on top of yours.

So innocent...

You spend the rest of the night cuddling. Ren's arm around your waist, leaning against eachother.

The later it got the harder it became to keep your eyes open, eventually you let sleep take over and you shut your eyes snuggled closely within Ren's secure embrace. He smiles softly.

“Night Angel.”

The last thing you feel is Ren shuffling around and laying against the couch gently pulling you down with him. Never dose he let go of your waist, he keeps his arm firmly linked around you.

“Sweet dreams~”

Possibly there will be a part three or I'll abandon this but I'm calling the series Normally Not Normal ;)

The shirt I talk about the MC wearing is a genuine eBay listing my friend sent me, that's where I got the idea. Sadly I didn't buy it :(

+ Ren's Halloween hoodie

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★ If you have any feedback or suggestions let me know! (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠) ★

#💜 — renren supremacy.#14dwy ren #14dwy redacted #14 days with you #14dwy #ren my beloved #ren 14 days with you #ren 14dwy #redacted ren

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reijniana · 2 years

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Desperation

Author’s Note: Sorry for the break in posting! I’ve been severely depressed recently due this the loss of my hamster (Boris) and dipping between counselors. This post is a bit shorter, but I hope you all enjoy it! Follow up to Indecision TW: AFAB Reader, Blood, Knifeplay, Slight NSFW, thoughts of gore, threat of Reader death, and Michael being.. Michael. Weeks had passed since you made the mistake of allowing a serial killer to use your home as their safe haven. The entire town was on lockdown, curfews in place, and police constantly seeking out the Shape of Haddonfield. Even with their extensive efforts, they could not stop the reaper from harvesting his quarry. Every morning, you heard of the gruesome atrocities that Michael committed each night. While pouring yourself a coffee, the television in the living room would give you a rundown of who died and how the police were handling the crime scene. After a short moment, the reporter would go over the guidelines of “ensuring the safety of you and your loved ones”. Your heart sunk in your chest and you could only feel the rising guilt for housing such a crazed murderer. Some nights, we wouldn’t come back and you hoped to yourself that he wouldn’t. The backdoor would creak open and snatch that little hope you clung to. Every time he came back bloodier and bloodier, the explanations from the reporter became more and more gruesome. Stirring the sugar and creamer into your coffee, you pulled out a dining room chair, haphazardly plopping down into it and groaning, sipping the warm drink and closing your eyes for a moment.

What to do…

You couldn’t answer that question, no matter how creative you got. There was nothing you could do to stop Michael, especially since he was free. Volatile, but free. No morals governed that man and you knew damn well that a little finger wag from you would only make the killer chuckle at you. Perhaps even give him the one reason he needed in order to murder you. There were times where you imagined your death at the hands of Michael - strangulation, disembowelment, maybe a slit throat - you could practically feel his hands closing around your neck. He kept you around so you could patch him up, but that didn’t mean you were truly ever safe. That fact was made especially apparent when you woke up one morning with a variety of chef knives stabbed into your mattress - outlining every small detail he could. Needless to say, you didn’t sleep for a couple days after.

The click of a door pulled you from your thoughts. You eyed the backdoor, but the shadow that normally loomed near the handle for a moment was right in your face, making you choke on the coffee you had in your mouth. After regaining your composure, you saw Michael hold out his bloody hand to you, sunlight making it glisten in each crevice of his palm. The look in his eyes drove your heart to pick up its pace.

Desperation.

You stood and Michael pointed upstairs, you followed and without a fuss from you, he took off his coveralls and mask, washing his hands off in the sink. What… happened?

“We’re leaving.” Blunt, cold, and gritty words ushered from his stiff expression. Your lips tried to form words, but the urgency in his mannerisms made you shut up and rush to your bedroom. You snatched up three sets of clothes, your phone and charger, and a lighter, throwing them into a backpack and moving to the bathroom to grab the first aid kit you had. Panic eventually set in and your fingers trembled while you tucked away other necessities like your wallet, car keys, hygiene products, and whatever else you deemed important enough to take. The fact he was swift in his motions didn’t ease your mind. Michael was stone cold, calculating, meticulous, and seeing the blatant change - it was mortifying.

Everything was a blur from that moment on. Michael wore casual clothes, a Metallica tee and jeans, while his coveralls and mask were bundled up into a plastic bag and thrown into the trunk of your car. Crackers, fruit snacks, cereal, and whatever non-perishable items were stored in a small box before being put next to your bag of clothes. Like normal, Michael wanted to drive. He was rather talented as well, sometimes catching you off-guard at stop signs since you didn’t even realize the car was slowing down, the only indication was the gentle nudge of the car once it completely stopped.

“Why are we leaving? I have my house, a job, and friends… We’re coming back, right?” You blurted out once you were a block away from your home. The only answer Michael gave was turning on the radio and raising the volume so a news reporter’s preppy voice could be heard.

…of murders and violence has lead to the Haddonfield Police Department to seek outside enforcement. Curfew has been extended from 4:00 PM to 11:00 AM. Those seen operating outside of these hours are subject to arrest and questioning. In the occurrence of an assault upon you, a loved one, or neighbor, please remember to dial 911 immediately. A recent case has been opened regarding the only survivor of one of Michael Myers’ attacks. Video tape evidence has been recorded of Michael continually heading towards a house after each serial killing. We, here at WDY pray for the families who ha….

He turned the radio off to conclude his answer. It took you a few moments to digest the information recently given to you, but what stuck out the most was the idea that he wanted to protect you. A blush hit your cheeks before the rational side of your mind sucker-punched you.

Do you really think a freakshow like him is protecting you? No, he wants you alive since he can tolerate you around his wounds.

Oh, yeah… That.

This life was no longer yours. Michael let you eat, clothe yourself, and do most of the normal things you would do, but some days were hell. He made sure to let you know who was really calling the shots, especially when you could feel your pulse thrumming against the blade of the knife. Each time, you almost asked him to end you, but the idea of disappearing and having your family members find your entrails strewn around the house like Christmas lights didn’t settle well with you. Somehow, you’d make it out of this alive. Somehow…

The harsh turn Michael made rocked you from your thoughts as the seat belt locked up and choked you. There were no cars nearby and the town of Haddonfield was long gone. Why the sudden turn? You thought to yourself, turning your eyes to Michael and watching his jaw flex. You swore you saw tears in his eyes, when he let out a deep exhale, running his hands through his messy brown curls. He parked the car and took off his seatbelt, exiting and slamming the door shut behind him. He rounded the car to open your door, the glimmer of his knife making your heart’s calm thud-thudding turn into errant thumps as he leaned in, making you lean back.

The silent encounter with eyes that blue always made you suck in a breath, watching as he leaned in, his face mere inches from yours. His index finger curled under your chin, tilting it up and letting the tip of the knife slide down your neck, tracing the skin right above your carotid. Tears wanted to spring up from your eyes, but you squeezed them shut. This was normal - for Michael to do these things - and even though you wanted to squirm out of his piercing gaze, you could only sit in silence while he threatened your life. The sudden warmth on your lips startled you, the velvety softness making you realize he was actually kissing you. You fell into it, a victim to his mysterious charm. The kiss ended almost as soon as it started and with his index finger tapping your cheek, you opened your eyes. His gaze was the first thing that met you, your ears picking up on the subtle clink of his knife being set down. His hands snaked up your shirt and cupped your left breast, his thumb brushing against your nipple while his free hand grabbed his knife.

“What are-... what are you doing?” you stammered, looking down as he angled the blade to the lower part of your ribcage. The pinch and sting of your flesh being separated by the knife made you bite down on your tongue to stifle a whimper. The cuts were deep, but not deep enough to be lethal, only deep enough to scar - he knew that just as much as you did. When he was finished, you looked down and saw two letters carved into your skin. “M. M.” stared back at you while beads of blood ran down your skin. Michael’s index finger smeared the blood over the letters, making you hiss in response before he pushed it against your lips, letting the metallic taste seep in between your lips before he decided he wasn’t going to stop there. Your blood became an incentive for him as he pressed another kiss to them, his tongue running over your lower lip to sweep the taste of your vitality into his mouth. His hunger grew and the way he kissed you was far from polite. Your shirt was off in no time and Michael hauled you from the passenger’s seat to the hood of the car. Your lip was split from his rough kisses when the cold knife was pressed to your neck. The pain of the blade and the ecstasy of his kisses made you drunk from adrenaline. The knife slid over the side of your neck, the blade biting into your skin and causing the warmth of your blood to greet you. His mouth moved to the site, sucking and nipping at the wound to make you whimper.

It was so wrong, but it was so good. The way he hurt you was just as exciting as the way he adored you, his hands caressing your body like you were something sacred in his evil grasp.

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circusmania · 5 months

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ᓚᘏᗢ MASTERLIST

⛧°。 ⋆༺♱༻⋆。 °⛧ ⛧°。 ⋆༺♱༻⋆。 °⛧ My yeses, maybes and nos: YES: - Platonic/Romantic - F/F & M/M - However, many of my fics will just be gender-neutral reader - Trans reader - Yandere - Angst - Fluff MAYBE: - Smut - Not that I'm uncomfortable with it, I just don't feel like I can write it well enough - F/M - Ehh... there are plenty of straight fanfics, and I'm better at writing F/M & M/M. However, it's not a complete no, so I will write it occasionally. - Sadist - I can write it, just not too intense… Like to the point it's r@p3. NO: - Child x Adult - R@p3 - SA - Weird kinks... (ex: piss kink, scat kink) - Abusive behaviour

FANDOMS I WILL WRITE ABOUT: SCP FOUNDATION: - Scp Foundation in general - Herman Fuller's Circus of the Disquieting - Dr Wondertainment - Marshall, Carter, and Dark Ltd. (MC&D) - Sarkic Cults - Church of the Broken God - The Serpent's Hand ANALOG HORROR: - Mandela Catalogue - Vita Carnis - The Tangi Virus - The SMILE tapes - GEMINI HOME AND ENTERTAINMENT - The Walten Files - Monument Mythos (S: 1, 2 & NIXONVERSE) SLASHERS: - Ghostface (Billy Loomis & Stu Macher) - Norman Bates - Michael Myers - Jason Voorhees - Pennywise (2017) - Billy Lenz - Brahms Heelshire GREEK MYTHOLOGY: - Percy Jackson Fandom - Or Greek Myths in general GENERAL SCENARIOS (Ex: Mafia x Reader or Android x Reader)

Looking forward to writing your requests ♡ !!!

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honeybadgerdontcare394 · 3 months

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Info Dump on my boy Gilbert

YES I MAY HAVE NAMED MY HOGWARTS LEGACY MC AFTER GILBERT BLYTHE BUT HE'S HIS OWN PERSON OK???

Also I shamelessly copied @theladyofshalott1989's format, sorry bout it

Sorry if anything is incomplete. May add things as they come up. Feel free to ask questions, comments, concerns!

General Info:

Named after the GOAT, one of my favorite fictional men of all time, Gilbert Blythe from Anne of Green Gables. In my story, however,his first name comes from a combination of his mother’s father, Gilles, and his father’s name, Robert. It’s supposed to be pronounced the French way, but only his mother and her family do that.

Born October 25, 187(4?5?) in London

TECHNICALLY pure blood; his mother is magical and his father’s family is, however his father is a squib, so there’s a little bit of ambiguity as to whether he would count as pure blood to SOME people.

Father’s family disowned him for being a squib when he came of age, so he joined the British army as a medic. Eventually met Gilbert’s mother in France, they moved back to London to start his own medical practice and raise Gilbert.

Speaks fluent French thanks to his mother's side of the family.

Because of his ancient magic, he didn’t start showing any magical inclination till he was 14, so when he didn’t start at 7-9 like normal kids, his parents assumed he was a squib like his father.

His parents raised him as a muggle, because they did not want him feeling isolated from the magical community like his father did, or to feel like he was missing out on something amazing. They did not practice magic in the house (at least while Gilbert was awake), and he had no clue about any of it until his own magical awakening.

Attended a muggle Catholic school until 14. His family wasn’t particularly religious, but they did attend church regularly since they lived in the muggle community, and it was the done thing, so he still retains many of those values (though they might conflict with other aspects of his life e.g. his sexuality but we’ll get into that later).

Personality:

ENFJ - Myers Briggs Personality Type

Will tease his friends mercilessly, but can also handle them teasing him back without taking it personally. He just likes to laugh and make people laugh.

Would give you the shirt off his back if you needed it

Sometimes he takes on too much, finds it hard to say ‘no’ to someone who needs his help. As a result he can often be found running around the school/highlands doing favors for anyone he happened to come across, usually at the expense of his own personal needs.

Always knew he liked both boys and girls, something because of his upbringing he was always conflicted about. During those times, liking the same sex was obviously frowned upon/illegal in the muggle world, where Gilbert spent most of his time, so even when he finally realizes his feelings for Sebastian, there is a fair bit of hesitation from Gilbert to be truly open in public, even in the Wizarding community, at least at first. With the support of his friends though, he quickly overcomes this fear.

Physical Description:

Tall, athletically built, takes after his father in that way. Stays fit thanks to his father’s influence from a young age, and his early desire to follow his footsteps and become an army medic (before he developed magical abilities).

His dark brown hair he got from his dad, the curls from his mom.

He looks just like his dad, except he has his mother’s blue-gray eyes instead of his dad’s dark brown.

Freckles across his nose and cheeks, and one on his chin beneath his mouth you have to squint to see sometimes but it’s there (and his creator is obsessed with it lol)

Magic Reveal:

His magical abilities developed later in his childhood/teenage years, as was common for his fellow keepers who bloomed later as well.

One day at the muggle school he attended, he witnessed a close friend being bullied and defended him, getting into a fight with an older classmate. During the fight, when it appeared the bully had the upper hand, he -ancient magic throw style- managed to hit the bully with a chair from across the room.

This brought things to a halt immediately, and his parents were contacted by the school as well as the ministry, who detected the use of underage magic around muggles.

Almost immediately, his parents got in touch with Hogwarts, and they agreed to take him on as a fifth year, and the rest is history.

Likes:

Music - learned to play piano from an early age, attended the opera a lot with his family and developed a great appreciation for the arts. Joins the Hogwarts Choir sixth year when he has a little more free time.

Food - He is a huge foodie, and is always eating whenever he has the chance. Given that his parents raised him without magic for most of his early life, he learned to cook beside his mother from an early age and enjoys a variety of different foods, but his mothers traditional french meals will always be his favorite.

Magical Creatures - always an animal lover, he jumped at the chance to help Deek capture beasts to keep them safe from poachers in fifth year, and he continued caring for them and volunteering his time helping Professor Howin with Poppy for the remainder of his time at Hogwarts.

Crochet - learned from his mother. Loves to make hats and scarves for his friends.

Physical activity - Enjoys swimming in the lake at Hogwarts before it gets too cold. Also taught how to fence by his mother's family and regularly competes with his cousins when he visits.

Dislikes:

Spiders - not scared of them, per se, just doesn’t see a need for them on this earth. Will blast them any chance he gets.

The Dark Arts - never learned an Unforgivable, never saw the need to. Wasn’t fond of Sebastian’s idea to use the relic to help Anne, especially when he read about the ‘dark sacrifice’, but trusted him to know when to stop (lol) and convinced Ominis anyway. Sorely regrets this decision, feels guilty for how it all turned out and vows to never have anything to do with the dark arts again.

Interactions with Other Characters:

Fig - When his parents learned Gilbert actually had magical abilities, they contacted Hogwarts (and Beauxbatons, but his father insisted on Hogwarts), and the school agreed to bring him on as a fifth year, as long as Professor Fig could meet and prepare him as best as he could before the beginning of the school year. Professor Fig had a residence in London that he used in the summer, so he didn’t live too far away from Gilbert, and as a result they trained in Gilbert’s back garden (with permission from the ministry and some anti-muggle charms) nearly every day. Because of this, they developed a close mentor-student relationship, and Gilbert sees him as another father figure. Fig felt the same about him, and even left Gilbert a sizable inheritance as well as his home to have a safe place for his further research into his ancient magic abilities.

Natty - The first friend he made at Hogwarts (I did Charms class first, ok), and they related to each other given that she’d only started at Hogwarts the year before. She fed into his competitive nature, and he admired her dedication to ridding the community of Rookwood and Harlow, and he always fully supported her decisions to pursue them and provided backup because let’s be real Natty was in charge on those missions.

Poppy - Very close to Poppy, given that they are both ‘Puffs and spend a lot of time together in the common room. Things got a little awkward sixth year when it was revealed Poppy had a major crush on him, which he was not sure he reciprocated. They went on one date on Valentine’s day to Hogsmeade, but quickly realized they were better off friends, as he sees her more as the sister he never had. They remain close even after Hogwarts, working together at the ministry to put an end to the poaching of magical creatures.

Ominis - Despite their initial confrontation outside the Undercroft, the whole ordeal with Sebastian and the relic essentially forced them to rely on each other. Gilbert always felt guilty for manipulating Ominis in order to help Sebastian, and that guilt caused him to do anything he could to make it up to him. After fifth year, they spent a great deal more time together NOT worrying what the hell Sebastian was up to. They share a love of music and joined the Hogwarts choir together.

Sebastian - Oh boy, where to begin? Was always fascinated by Sebatian but didn’t quite understand why (besides the obvious, I mean). Fifth year was far too chaotic to worry about the reason, but he would always literally drop anything else he was doing when the letters from Sebastian arrived (even though toward the end he began to sort of dread them when the relic began to alter Sebastian’s personality, but he still rushed to help out regardless if only to make sure he didn’t get himself into too much trouble). They don't start exploring their feelings for each other for a while, but I don't want to spoil anything so that's all imma say here...

Amit - Gilbert feels bad for traumatizing Amit during their adventures in the mine, so now the only favors he asks of him are to help with his astronomy homework. They remain close, however, bonded by their adventure; Amit talks about it frequently, despite following it up with how he’d never do anything like that ever again.

Imelda - Really disliked Imelda in the beginning, found her to be horribly conceited, but toward the end of the trials, learned more about why she is the way she is, and grew to understand and like her a lot more, though he still hasn’t forgiven her little squib comment.

Garreth Weasley - Is always highly amused by Garreth’s antics, and is frequently his guinea pig for testing out new potions/concoctions. He usually always regrets this, yet he signs back up for it any time Garreth comes asking.

Everyone else - Enjoys flying around with Everett, finds Leander to be a bit stuffy, but generally a nice enough bloke, good friends with Adelaide Oakes and Samanta Dale.

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