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moonlight-prose · 7 months

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INCEPTUS

➛ 01. HELL IS EMPTY

a/n: welcome to chapter one of a story i've been slowly cooking like a pot of stew. this series is filthy and depraved and very spooky. or at least that's what i hope it comes off as. originally it was going to only be three parts, but if you've been here long enough you know i don't do things short. so i welcome you to this witchy tale of a demon falling in love. dividers by the incredible @saradika!

note: a massive thank you to my wonderful babes @soulores and @themarcusmoreno for being the greatest beta readers ever. screaming over demon joel with you guys has been the highlight of writing this chapter.

summary: during the night of a lunar eclipse, ten days away from samhain, you somehow summon something far more sinister than you expected - him.

word count: 2.2k+

pairing: demon!joel x f!reader

warnings: not explicit, witchcraft, summoning of a demon (don't try this at home joel miller won't show up), a man covered in blood ready to kill, violence, blood, reader cuts their palm, mistakes.

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The scent of the forest was like coming home. Familiar and warm. It filled your senses as you passed the trees, a lantern heavy in your hand. The flame flickered low, barely casting a glow as you tread carefully. Bare feet crunching the fallen leaves of the season. You heard the crickets call out in the night air, animals making noise as the night life finally returned until dawn crested. Until light was once again brought to the world.

Yet in the deep crevices of the forest darkness lurked. Waiting in anticipation for someone to join them. To give themselves over. You could feel their gazes on your body, burning through you as you walked. Yet you knew that they wouldn’t come out—too afraid of the power that thrummed beneath your skin. A threat to the darkness that beckoned you forward.

The clearing you’d prepared was buried deep, hidden away from your coven in the hopes of keeping them in the dark. You knew what happened to witches that went against coven law. What they faced as the consequences to their actions. Yet this choice was not made out of selfishness. But rather a need that outweighed even their own laws; the decisions that would one day bury them rather than see them safe.

You felt the forest’s tune seep into your body. The power that practically came off the trees, through the floor as you walked. It was unwavering. Steady in all its might. The forest had been on this earth for thousands of years and you knew it would remain for a thousand more. Existing beyond your lifetime and the lives of your coven.

That’s what made it perfect for tonight’s ritual. A spell that hadn’t been done since the beginning of your coven’s move to this village. A secret that had been locked away in a book that was kept out of reach. The same book that was clasped against your chest, its taunting call keeping time with your heart beat. You had only heard what powers the pages could awaken, what darkness it could invoke. You had yet to experience it first hand.

Flames lit the candles you had set out along the pathway with each step closer. Your power shifting to take control of the situation. To handle what no one else could. You gathered the skirt of your black dress, stepping over the fallen pieces of wood that blocked your path; creating a barrier around the clearing.

A quick glance up through the trees let you see that the moon was nearing its peak. The red hue slowly creeped over, sparking life to the start of the spell. You could feel it soak into the ground below. The echo of witches that came before echoed loudly in the area, calling to your familiar spirit. Claiming you as one of their own.

You grinned, welcoming them like an old friend as you reached the center of the clearing. The old weathered cauldron your mother had passed down to you now sat in the center—a shape dragged through the dirt covered in poisonous herbs. Ones you had spent weeks collecting; all in preparation for this moment.

With a wave of your hand the fire sparked into the dirt, forming a circle around where you stood—cutting off the spell from the rest of the world. At least here you’d be able to contain it. Keep people safe from harm as you called upon a darkness that was better off left alone. You felt that unfamiliar knot form in your chest, willing you to unravel it—to chip away at what lay beneath—and with a deep breath…you began.

“I call the spirits of the north, spirits of the south, east, and west forth.”

Placing the spell book at your feet, you lit the small flame in your cauldron, the collection of poisonous herbs burning in the night air. Turning the scent of the once warm moss bitter. You inhaled it, clenching your fist as it burned the inside of your lungs, filling you with the promise of ruin. That alone should have been enough to make you stop, but the need to continue clawed its way up your throat, silencing your fears with a swift blow.

“As above the blood moon’s power, so below the poison I stand upon,” you exclaimed, sliding the dagger from the sheath beside you—it’s ruby hilted blade glittering in the firelight.

“I offer thee the blood of my blood. The blood of those before me.” You sliced your palm, wincing as pain bloomed up your arm. “I call upon the darkness. I call upon the banished evil that lay below.”

Red spilled out between your fingers, dripping along the herbs and staining the earth with your essence. The parts of you that were offered as a lifeline to what resided beneath. You felt that knot tear at your chest, burning you inside as if you’d set fire to the power in your veins. A rumble in the ground formed, rustling the trees until they began to sway slightly, as if there was a breeze in the air. You gasped, clutching your bloody hand to your heart and feeling the tremor in your legs—a darkness calling to you.

“I call upon the darkness,” you called out, watching the flame in your cauldron turn red—sparks filling the night sky.

The heat of the flames caused you to sweat, your dress clinging to your figure as you stood there. Watching your choices unfold before your very eyes. The book at your feet flew open, pages ruffling wildly until it froze, slamming back to the ground. You could see the image that stared at you. Of a man with fangs coated in blood, wings black as night sprouting from his back and claws adorning his fingers.

He looked monstrous. A creature that would drag you all to Hell with him, yet you found you couldn’t tear your eyes away. That knot in your chest pulled taut, choking the very breath from your lungs, until you fell to your knees—your bloody palm slamming to the ground. Poisonous herbs were pressed into your open wound, infecting you as you remained there, but the spell wasn’t finished.

One final thing remained.

“By the power of the blood moon—” You gasped, scratching at your throat to suck in air. The air was cloying, thick with something sinister. “By the power in my body. I summon thee! I summon thee!” A sharp crack echoed in the air, sizzling the very skirt of your dress as you fell to your back, eyes trained on the moon above. “So mote it be,” you whispered, eyes rolling back as your energy was sucked from your body.

The knot pulled free, thundering loudly in your chest and forcing you to watch as the ground split open. A scream tearing through the crisp night air and nearly deafening you. The flames were starting to die down, causing darkness to seep back into your barricaded space. Yet you could do nothing but stare. A clawed hand dug into the ground, gripping the dirt beneath as a figure began to free itself from the earth.

You scrambled back with a soft cry, attempting to get away as fear once again surged through your body. Nearly suffocating you as the creature rose. It roared, dragging himself up and for a moment you were rendered speechless. What you were seeing wasn’t a creature, but a man. Someone who was pressing his face into the dirt and gasping in air as if he was breathing for the first time.

He stood on shaky legs, naked and bare for the world to see and covered in dirt—streaks of blood going across his body from where he’d been injured. But that’s not what caught your attention. It was the sight of obsidian wings sprouting from his back, now spread out in the world for you to see—the feathers practically shining in the night sky.

The eclipse over the moon was beginning to fade, and he had yet to notice you were there. Yet soon the flames would be extinguished and you would have to approach him.

That is until the cut on your hand burned your skin, causing you to gasp in pain as you clutched it to your chest. His head snapped up at the sound, eyes a deep red now fixated on your form that was cowering to the ground. Fear clasped tight around your throat as you stood, attempting to back away. Yet there was nowhere to go. The flames still burned and he was advancing faster than you could run.

With his fangs bared, he wrapped a clawed hand around your throat, dragging you forward until your face was nearly pressed to his. Eyes seething with an anger that you felt grate on your bones. It vibrated through you, filling you with something dark, something that stained your very soul. You clawed at his wrist, nails biting into dirt covered skin as he growled, attempting to keep you still.

Perhaps this is how you would die. By the hands of the demon you called to for help.

“Please,” you whimpered, eyes wide with terror and tears tracking down your cheeks.

“You,” he snarled, the sharp prick of his claws now cutting into your skin. “You brought me here.”

Shoving at his chest, you tried to free yourself from his grasp—to take in some air—but it was no use. He was stronger than you. His anger filled the air until you could practically taste it on your tongue and you knew…he would kill you. He’d drag you back down into the depths of Hell to punish you for disturbing him.

Something wet and sticky dripped down onto your chest and it wasn’t until his eyes tracked it did you realize it was your blood. The tighter he gripped your neck, the further he was opening a wound. His gaze met yours again, eyes shifting to see the distraught expression you wore, the fear that he could practically taste in the air. That feeling from earlier pulled tight on your chest again, calling to him as he stood there. Watching your life bleed from your body.

“Why?” he asked softer than before, eyes searching your face for any explanation.

The salty tang of tears filled your mouth, nails scratching along his skin, and with a sigh he released your throat. Watching as you fell to the ground in a heap—gasping in lungfuls of air that burned.

“I—” You coughed, wiping up the blood with the sleeve of your dress. “I need you.”

“Stupid fuckin’ witch,” he spit, turning to see the setup of your spell, the cauldron now burning a light yellow. “Messing with things you know nothing about.”

You watched as blood continued to spill across his shoulder, a wound gaping somewhere along his body. The urge to help him reared its head, but you couldn’t move. Let alone offer him kindness after you dragged him up to Earth. He would most likely slit your throat with his claws before allowing you to touch him. So you stayed on the ground, watching as he caught his bearings. Analyzing the forest slowly, seeing what lay beyond the darkness.

“Please,” you begged softly, eyes shiny with fresh tears. “My coven needs your help.”

“I owe you nothing.”

“I summoned you—”

He snarled, swiftly crouching to crowd your space—effectively stopping your heart. “I am not bound to your word.”

The surprise must have been evident on your face, his lips curling into a smile that had your fear escalating. Before you could splutter out a response, he moved away from you with a supernatural speed. He grabbed the knife that had fallen to the ground and stalked through the low fire that still burned. It caught on his wings slightly, but he seemed to be used to the heat. As if it didn’t affect him.

He turned, glancing at you one last time—his eyes burning a hole through your body—before vanishing into the darkness. The flames were extinguished the second he stepped out of the ring, the cold air of the forest now invading. Turning you frozen. You stood on shaky legs, chest heaving as you stumbled over to the book that still sat open on the floor. The flame on your lantern burned, illuminating the page.

A name was inscribed at the top of the page, burned into the old parchment and you fell to your knees, dragging the pages forward. Tracing your finger over the letters, you felt your chest seize at the image. A perfect depiction of the man who had nearly ripped you to pieces. The man who was known for wreaking destruction, for being a warrior that had been cast down into Hell.

loel.

You felt that familiar tug on your chest again, pulling you towards something dangerous. Something dark. Yet you knew…there was no running from it. The fates had set history in motion and now you were captive to its hold.

“Joel,” you whispered, tracing the figure with your eyes as the moon began its descent in the sky.

Leaving you alone once more.

#joel miller x f!reader #joel miller x reader #joel miller x y/n #joel miller x you #joel miller #demon!joel miller #my writing #pedrostories

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gobsnacc · 7 months

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Soul solstice at the wizard tower!

Allow me to set the scene!

On your way to the Party you encounter…..

Thick trees that turn day to night here, as a heavy mist crawls eerily across the well lit footpaths. A perfectly spooky setup for the coming holiday!

For those traveling these roads in and out of the forest surrounding the Wizards Tower with their sacks and buckets decorated for the season, they might notice shapes of various sizes moving in the darkness, hands popping out of the mist, beckoning you closer.

Do you dare?

Should you, you will find the hands have little home made treats to give to those brave souls! Those hands belong to the scores of creatures who live in the forest! Centaurs, dragons, imps, fae and so on. Seems they had a good harvest and wish to share their spoils with the good people coming to the party! All safe to eat!

As you finally leave the confines of your forest path you find that the thick mist has followed you here to the clearing as well! It comes spilling out of the forest inching across the waters of the lake where you know The wizards tower lie on the small island in the middle. But the mist obscures your view of it!

However as you step into your petal boat and begin your journey across the lake you can see…

Strange lights that float around the misty lake, some stagnant, others dart across under the waters. What could they be?….

Oh!

The ones above water are Gourd lanterns sitting in the center of their own Small flower boats! Their lights glow bright in the mist as they lazily bob along the waters surface. One spell keeps them from rotting, a secondary spell allows them to make spooky faces at guests as a mini sun lights them up from within!

But what are the lights below the lake?! Are those…eyes!?!

Oh my!

Its the mermaids! They have invited some deep sea cousins to glow and roam about to join in the festivities! They pop up out of the water to wave to Passers by in the Petal boats!

As you grow ever closer to the tower your ears pick up eerie sounds….

Ha! Its just a theremin and someone playing the saw! Some of the locals are playing them to add to the ambiance! They wave from the islands shore as you begin to land.

As you depart the boats your senses are bombarded with sights, smells and sounds!

Lantern Gourds dot the landscape, line the paths about the island and invite guests into the Tower. The smell of food wafting from the windows, the sounds of laughter and joyous screams drift in the air.

You have made it to your destination! But now, which way should you go?

Do you take the gourd lit path around the island?

Should you, you will find the still locked up greenhouses on either side of the tower.

But along the sides of one of the greenhouses you find various magic mirrors playing horror films and living floral chairs waiting for you to join the ranks of the moviegoers!

Along the side of the other Greenhouse, the mirrors play dancey spooky music and gently change colours! People laugh and twirl about in their costumes! What a fun little dance party!

The more direct path leads straight into the mouth of the tower. Dare you enter this once accursed place?

You do! And as you do you are greeted by those that care and run the tower. An alien Lizard chitters at you, baring her fangs in a smile. A Dragon halfling blows a small flame above your head. A Vampire draws his cape and hisses. The Mage of the tower who just so happens to be a Goblin waves her hand and little sparks fly from her fingertips! Welcome to the party! Lets go check it out!

First stop!

The main lobby, the heart of the tower is decked out in tavern finery! The bar and tables are chock full of snacks and drinks. Spiced wood burning in the fire and a calm happy chatter floats about the room.

Lets move down to the basement! Specifically the library!

The basement of the tower is hosting all manner of spooky stories with accompanying play actors. They dance and shriek and mock as the teller of tales spins their web of words to the captivated audience.

Passing back up from the basement, passed the lobby to the next floor we find

Levi’s apothecary shop! It is a buzz with children giddily wrapping and decorating little dolls in bandages. Older children brew their own flavored gummy treats in teeny little cauldrons. And we mustn’t forget the adults too! The adults get to brew their own flavored alcoholic drinks in their own teeny Cauldrons!

Lets move up a floor!

Svetzas office/ antiquities room Is holding an interactive demonstration on mildly cursed objects! They give the users animal parts of a wide variety or change their voices, make them float, turn their hair colours and other gentle curses that last till sunrise unless asked to be de-hexed/cursed.

Last floor!

The Healing room is kept quiet for those who need a place of respite from all the hustle and bustle of the party. Gentle sounds of water and nature drift through the dimly lit room. Beds are ready and waiting for people to nap. Mats by the fireplace are ready for meditation. Its a really calm atmosphere.

So dear guest, where will you go first?

The week long party has begun!

Welcome dear guest to Soul Solstice at the Wizard tower!

#soul solstice at the wizard tower #halloween event #followers feel free to join in!#i cant wait to see what shenanigans you all get up too!#long post

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goldenbituin · 3 months

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Professor Egghead's Snow Day (Fanmade Creepypasta)

A new episode of the beloved show The Adventures of Professor Egghead has been discovered in the depths of the Internet! What zany hijinks will our favorite scientist encounter today???

Based on the Professor Egghead stories by Mike J. Langer

Narrator uses feminine pronouns idk

⚠ TW: violence, gore, blood, horror, murder

The past few months have been dragging along. I’ve been working day in and day out to make ends meet, helping out my family in the morning and getting my stuff done around the grocery store at night. Anything to keep my body moving and the cash flowing, I say to myself. All this leaves me almost no time to relax and renew my mind for the next day. The only thing I have the energy to do when I get back home is to surf the web.

I tend to gravitate towards the creepy and disturbing; who doesn’t like a little scare once in a while? All those hours cleaning the house sometimes made way for learning about obscure true crime or cursed video game secrets. One night I was on my laptop, scrolling through a list of supposed “Disturbing Things Found on the Internet”. Most of the articles had edgy and spooky names that I didn’t pay much attention to. That is, until I came across something that stood out like a sore thumb.

Professor Egghead’s Snow Day. Was that a cartoon of some sort? I clicked on the link that would lead me to it, but instead got a notification saying “Download complete: professor_eggheads_snow_day.mp4”

“Are you kidding me…” I sighed at the thought of this being malware that I unknowingly received. In response, I ran it through a quick antivirus scan, which came back with no issues. To me this was a sign that I should go ahead and watch the file, so I opened it in a video player. That decision was something I’d come to regret for a long time.

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The scene opened to a beautiful view of a snow-covered park. A staticky filter gave me the impression this show must be from the 2000s, but as it didn’t even give an intro, I could be wrong. I could hear children laughing, dogs barking, and people chattering far and wide in the open space. Couples held hands as they walked down the paved sidewalks, and some people were building snowmen. This could be a Christmas special for all I know.

Just then I heard something unusual. Like the crescendo of an approaching rainfall. Strange, I thought. The sky is blue with not a cloud in sight. However, the more I listened, the more I realized it wasn’t rainfall, but applause. As the clapping grew louder, the people in view moved slower and slower, and their bright faces melted into blankness.

The uproar hit its peak as the main character walked in. A short, stout man in a brown wool coat and red scarf walked into the scene. The shape of his body reflected as a shadow on the stark white ground, giving the impression of an egg on legs. Only a tuft of black hair adorned his head, and between his small ears was a wide, frog-like mouth. His eyes, although bloodshot and droopy, pierced like daggers at whoever dared to look his way. The cast felt rather unnerved by his sudden introduction, but he paid no mind.

“I AM PROFESSOR EGGHEAD!” he announced suddenly. “MASTER OF ALL THE SCIENCES! EXPLORER OF EVERYTHING IN THIS NATURAL WORLD!” He shot up his gloved pointer finger as he made his speech, causing some people to flinch. His voice is not what I expected from someone of his appearance. It was loud and shrill, almost like a man doing an impression of an old lady, but with five times the force put into each syllable.

“TODAY I TAKE A BRIEF RESPITE FROM MY NEVER-ENDING STUDY, " he continued. “FROM MY SLEEPLESS, JOYLESS DAYS OF PURSUING ENLIGHTENMENT. MY PASSION REMAINS STRONG BUT MY SOUL CALLS OUT FOR A RELEASE FROM THE CONSTRAINTS OF RESEARCH,”

Wow, I thought, he just needs a break, kinda like me I guess.

“THIS FRIGID WEATHER BECKONS ME TO VENTURE OUTSIDE AND OBSERVE THE COMMON FOLK. I HAVE COME TO JOIN IN THEIR SEASONAL REVELRY!” he threw his arms wide, as if making an exciting announcement.

“YOU AND YOUR SNOW ANGLES, SNOW SLEDDING, AND MOST NOTABLY, SNOW FIGHTING. HOW YOUR GAMES OF ICE AND FROST INTRIGUE ME! I SHALL TAKE PART AT ONCE!” He took something out of his pocket, but it was hard to tell what it was exactly. Then he crouched down and gathered a handful of snow, patting it into a ball. “WHOEVER WANTS TO PROVE THEMSELVES WORTHY OF CHALLENGING THE GREAT PROFESSOR, HAVE AT YOU!!” He turned to a couple standing near a snowman they put together, winded his arm back like a baseball pitcher, and threw his snowball as hard as he could at them.

It hit the man in the mouth, causing him to cry out in pain. He doubled over, covering his face while his girlfriend braced onto him, trying to provide support. The camera zoomed in on him, revealing a bloodied face and a broken tooth. The man shakily picked up the snowball and dusted off the snow, and the camera zoomed in closer to show that there was a rock underneath. Laughter poured in from an unseen audience. I was taken aback, did that professor guy really have to do that?

The injured man tried his best to chuckle. “P-Professor Egghead… that’s not how you have a snowball fight.” The laugh track played once more at his attempt to quell the situation.

Professor Egghead looked indignant. “YOU DARE TELL ME HOW TO PLAY MY GAME? YOU DARE TELL ME HOW TO SPEND MY DAY OFF? IF YOU KNEW ANYTHING ABOUT PROFESSOR EGGHEAD, IT IS THAT HE DOES NOT GO EASY! HE NEVER HAS!” He stomped his foot into the snow. “IF I WANT A CHALLENGE, I WILL HAVE IT! IT IS SURVIVAL OF THE FITTEST NOW!”

Out of nowhere, he acquired several more snow-covered rocks and hurled them at the scared couple. The woman tried to hide behind her snowman but the barrage of “snowballs” demolished it at once, leaving her exposed to be impacted as well. The professor did not stop until the two people lay on the snow, staining it red.

This has gotta be special effects, right? I thought to myself. It must be one of those sitcoms with a horror twist. I’m a fan of those, at least, so I kept watching with anticipation and apprehension.

The professor did not stop his attack. He continued to hurl the snowballs indiscriminately, and the people began screaming and running around the park. Some fell over with a crack to the skull, also falling into the snow and painting it red with blood. Even then, the audience roared with laughter and applause. Whatever Egghead’s goal was, they were cheering him on as he laughed at the terrified crowd.

“COWARDS! FOOLS! LOSERS!” He taunted the fleeing park patrons as he kept tossing his ammo at full force. “YOU ARE TOO SCARED TO CHALLENGE SUCH ABUNDANCE OF WITS AND STRENGTH! YOU WILL NEVER BE AS GREAT AS ME! NEVER! NEVER!” He kept chanting that last word like a mantra every time he threw a new snowball. That was when his gaze snapped towards the camera, causing me to jump.

“NEVERRRRRRRR!!!!” He reeled back once more and threw a snowball at the camera, shattering its lens and causing the cameraman behind it to fall over. The view pointed at the clear blue sky, interrupted by a trickle of red blood sliding down the side.

I closed the video player. That was enough of the funny egg man for me. I sat at my desk for a few minutes, my head bowed and my mind trying to process what just went down. I’ve had this reaction to many weird and disturbing videos on YouTube before, but this was just… indescribable. How did this even get aired? How many people saw this on live television?

I spent the last hour before bed drawing in my sketchbook instead. At first it started out as various doodles and sketches, but thoughts of the egg-shaped man began taking over. I drew a goofy cartoon of him, with various poses and expressions, and eventually drew myself hurling snowballs at him as he ran away crying. I gave a sly chuckle. Who did that guy think he was? I could beat him at a snowball fight any time. After a few more minutes of drawing I fell asleep without a care in the world.

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The next day was as occupied as any other. I was back in the grocery store, trying to retrieve a box high upon a shelf in the freezer. How they expect a short woman like me to be able to access those heights is beyond me, but there were tasks to be done and I wasted no time. Growing more frustrated, I tried climbing the lower shelves and reaching out with one arm to get the box. One rule I missed about these freezers: there’s a chance surfaces may be slippery. This oversight caused me to slip off a platform, and I fell backwards off the shelves. My head first hit a box stacked on a cart, toppling it over and spilling its contents. Then it hit the concrete floor with a loud thud.

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I stood in a snowy field, lined with benches and frosted pine trees. No longer did I wear my work shirt and hat, but instead donned a long black winter coat, my hand-crocheted scarf, and winter boots. My breathing turned deep and steady as I took in my new surroundings. The people walking by me were familiar; they looked just like the passerby in the show I watched last night. My heart sank lower with each new thing I noticed.

Before I could get too deep into my thoughts, the audience made their presence known with applause. An applause that would introduce Professor Egghead, who sauntered his way across the park. He’s… real? Or… am I… where am I? Am I actually in the show? My chest felt heavier with each question that ran through my head.

“I AM PROFESSOR EGGHEAD! I HAVE COME TO JOIN YOUR MERRYMAKING IN THE ICE!” He tossed a snowball in his hand, causing me to shudder. “WHO WILL BE THE FIRST TO RECEIVE MY INVITATION?”

His eyes fixated on the same couple he mercilessly tore down in the episode. “HOW ABOUT YOU TWO?” He hurled one projectile after another until he managed to knock both of them out cold. That was much quicker than what I remember, but it gave me another reason to fear what he would do next.

“HMPH, THEY COULD NOT HANDLE THE IMMENSE POWER OF THE PROFESSOR, I SEE.” He let out a disappointed sigh and kept looking around. With each turn the people hid their faces away, refusing to meet his gaze. Soon enough, he zeroed in on me. I was confused at first, but I looked down and to my horror, I was also holding a handful of snow.

“YOU, MADAM! ARE YOU CHALLENGING ME TO A DUEL OF SNOW?” He shot out his finger at me, and I began shaking in my boots.

“N… no…” I always felt scared when singled out like that, but this man, this mad scientist, really made me feel small and helpless without even trying.

“ARE YOU TURNING DOWN MY INVITATION TO DUEL? IS THAT HOW IT WILL BE?” His ragged face turned red with anger at my rejection. “I TAKE PRECIOUS TIME OUT OF MY DAY, AWAY FROM MY LABORATORY AND MY QUEST TO BENEFIT HUMANITY, AND THIS IS HOW I’M REPAID? YOU WILL ENTERTAIN ME WITH A PROPER FIGHT! YOU WILL NOT BACK DOWN! YOU WILL NOT KEEP WASTING MY HOURS ON THIS EARTH!”

I glanced around and saw the equally terrified people looking at me. They seemed shocked that I actually denied the egghead what he wants: a new victim to torment.

“NOW,” he bellowed. “LET THE GAME OF SNOW THROWING BEGIN.” He marched his way towards me, and without a second thought I dropped my snowball and ran the other direction. Underneath the pounding of my heart, I could hear the booing of a disappointed crowd. Not long after, that booing was overpowered by the rapid pitter-patter of feet in the snow.

“DO NOT RUN FROM ME!” He called out from far behind. “I DEMAND A FIGHT, AND I WILL GET IT!” I kept on my mad dash across the park, desperate to avoid him. If anyone was watching this like I did on my laptop, it would be less of a comedy skit and more of a harrowing chase scene. It was only when I couldn’t hear him running anymore that I stopped and leaned against a tree. Between my heaving and gasping for air I choked out a few sobs. Why was this happening?

My thoughts were interrupted by a sharp pain at the back of my head. He was right behind me, managing to get the first hit. “THIS IS SO WONDERFUL, OH SO WONDERFUL!” He laughed as he continued throwing rocks at me. “USING THE POWER OF MOMENTUM AND VELOCITY IN REAL TIME! MEASURING HOW MANY PROJECTILES THESE FEEBLE TARGETS CAN HANDLE! I’M HAVING FUN! SO MUCH FUN!” He danced in his place, hyper and overjoyed by the new world that has opened up to him. It was a world of science and amusement rolled into one for him, but pain and suffering for everyone else. I sucked in my breath and kept running, not waiting for him to do the same.

This went on for another five awful minutes, with me running for my life in a twisted, horrible excuse for a sitcom, and Professor Egghead bombarding me, giggling like a mischievous youngster while the invisible crowd laughed along. I tried doing several twists and sharp turns, changing direction like a rabbit trying to confuse its pursuer, but he was just as agile, making the same turns and growing ever so closer. I even jumped over an exposed root in the ground, hoping he would miss it and trip. To my dismay, he lunged over it like an Olympian in an egg body and began catching up. With every moment that passed by I was hit with more and more rocks disguised as snowballs, so hard in fact that I’m sure it must have left some bruises.

“Someone help me! Please! Anyone!” I screamed out to the rest of the people in the park, and even headed toward some of them. They all jumped or stepped out of my way, their scared looks still painted on their faces.

“Get this man away from me!” I pleaded once more. “I’m gonna die!!!” Still they avoided me every time. They wanted no part in the professor’s sick idea of a snowball fight, and have collectively decided it would be me who would take the fall for denying him in the first place.

Soon the fatigue caught up to me. I collapsed on my hands and knees, my lungs failing to function and my face burning hot in the cold, sharp air. I closed my eyes as I tried to steady my wild breathing, not knowing or caring that he was right there. With one swift kick to the ribcage I fell onto my side, and with another shove I was sprawled out on my back into the inches of snow under me. I couldn’t feel my arms or legs; I was a toy that had run out of battery, and I lay useless.

Once my vision cleared I finally saw him. The evil professor loomed over me, and with one stubby leg standing on either side of my torso, he had me boxed in. Over his head, he held yet another rock, but it dawned on me that this was no ordinary rock. It was a freaking boulder. He found it necessary to just pick up the biggest thing he could find to finish off the helpless little rabbit he had been chasing, and didn’t even bother to cover it in snow. He didn’t care about putting up his charade, he just wanted to achieve his victory.

“YOU LOST, WEAKLING,” he snickered, his grin growing wide. “NOW YOU WILL PAY THE PRICE.” This was not a show about a grumpy old scientist wanting to have fun in the snow. It was a peek into the antics of a heartless, insane monster who takes pleasure in the fear and agony he causes to everyone around him.

I screamed at the top of my lungs as he sent the boulder crashing down onto my head. The last thing I heard was the sound of my skull getting crushed with a sickening crack and a splatter.

……

In the cold freezer I could feel a warm pair of hands shaking me awake. The pain immediately rushed into my head, along with some dizziness. I struggled to open my eyes and sit up, finding myself covered in frozen bagels. The manager crouched beside me, and her usually stern expression was replaced with a hint of worry. I had been gone for ten minutes, she told me, and she wanted to check on me after I said I’d start retrieving the frozen pastries. I thanked her for her concern as she helped me on my feet. Stumbling and tripping over myself, she seated me on a chair in the hallway while another coworker opened a first aid kit.

—

I was given some time off to recover after that. When news got to my parents, they understood and let me stay in my room for the day. The pain was strong for hours, and I only had ice packs from the store to counter it. I took the time to get the rest I’ve been longing for, watching comforting videos of cats, and even playing video games when my headache died down. Before I could get to any of that, however, I made it a point to delete “professor_eggheads_snow_day.mp4” from my hard drive immediately. Some time later I opened my sketchbook, and was disgusted to find those doodles of the professor in there. I ripped out these reminders of my hubris and put my book back in my bag, resolving to take a nap instead.

Once I recovered, my days didn’t change much from there. I still worked hard but decided to take in healthier, more positive forms of entertainment. I can’t say the same about my nights. Each night once I go to bed, I feel a sense of dread wash over me. I don’t have dreams very often, but every time I do now, it’s at the park. The same dreadful egg creature, the same frenzied chase, the same gruesome final blow to the head. It’s happened three times already, and I have yet to tell my therapist about it, as the increasing insomnia isn’t good for productivity, let alone overall wellbeing. For now though, every night as I drift off to sleep I wish I didn’t have to, because that always meant the possibility of being taken back to Professor Egghead’s icy little corner of hell, where he will always be waiting, ready to play.

#professor egghead #the adventures of professor egghead #adventures of professor egghead #professor egghead creepypasta #creepypasta #fanfic #fanfiction #writing #horror #tw violence #tw murder #tw gore #tw death

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Ectoberhaunt day four: Zombies

@ectoberhaunt

Chaotic nightmare

Amity park

“ are you sure you saw her here Danny?” Jimmy asked Danny as they went through a spooky graveyard. “ yeah surely she wouldn’t be somewhere spooky like this “ SpongeBob said shaking as Timmy looked at him annoyed that he was scared until Danny suddenly stopped. The two bumped into him “ shhh do you hear that?” Danny said as everyone stood quiet hearing talking in the distance

They saw her, the figure named chosen warrior who was with Dani who looked happy about something. “ I don’t think this a good idea Dani I don’t think I can raise the undead, the undead can be dangerous to communicate with “ chosen warrior told her. “ oh come on, it will be fun for spooky season trust me” Dani told her as the team watched and heard her sigh. “ very well then, I’ll try to communicate and raise the undead “ She said as Dani cheered happily, rooting for her to do it. “ she’s trying to communicate to raise the undead, this could be dangerous to do, she could accidentally communicate with someone very dangerous “ Jimmy said as the rest agreed. Chosen warrior floated as her hands glowed blue and closed her eyes “ here goes nothing “ she said “ you can do it, I believe in you!” Dani said cheering for her. Chosen warrior spoke “ hear me undead spirits, I wish to communicate with you and have you rise before me!” She said as it echoed throughout the graveyard and her hands became dark blue without her noticing it. nothing happened as chosen warrior landed “ see Dani, I told you I couldn’t raise the de- “ She was interrupted by the shaking of the ground. weapons started to appear out of the ground as zombies ghosts crawled out of the ground roaring and scaring the team” run!” Jimmy said as everyone ran for it to disappear out of the graveyard terrified of what was happening but didn’t dare to look back. the undead warriors glowed and surrounded her as she got ready to fight protecting Dani from them. But to her surprise they didn’t attack her, they looked at her blue heart shaped necklace and suddenly bowed to her. “ all hail the overlord of chaos! “ some said stunning her. “ whoa this is so cool!” Dani said as chosen warrior looked at her gloved hands “ oh no” she said realizing what she just did. “ oh ho this is perfect! With this army at our command jack is doomed for sure haha!” Shadow vlad said appearing and laughing evily. “ oh no no no” she said starting to panic a bit as Dani realized it

“ what? What is it?” She asked her. “ I just summoned the undead army of warriors, you know who they belong to?!” She asked her as shadow vlad pondered then chuckled. “ it’s the dragon’s army, your army since you’re it’s host” shadow vlad answered “ that’s so cool! You have an undead army at your beckon call, dad why can’t I have an undead army of my own?” She said to her father. “ well I can’t raise the undead like ms sorceress here now can I? Or should I say..ms overlord of chaos “ he smiled at her. “ I’m not the overlord of chaos!” She said to them. “ sorry my lord, but you are wearing the necklace for all eternity, so that makes you the overlord of chaos my chaoticness” a fancy zombie told her. “ but I can’t be” she told the fancy zombie who shook it’s head “ whoever wears the necklace is the host of the overlord, making you it, we only serve you my lord” the zombie told her. “ ooh tell them a command!” Dani said as she shook her head “ no,I’m not using it’s powers anymore “ She said to them. “ uhhhh yeah about that” the zombie said as she turned to the zombie. “ what is it?” She said as the zombie cleared it’s throat “ you do control the overlord’s powers and if you had your own, they would combine together sooo yeah” the zombie said as she looked shocked “ what?! “ she said scared. “ so you’re telling me I’ve been using both of my powers and the dragon’s this whole time?!” She said as it nodded “ yes my lord, you must be happy to be very powerful “ the zombie as shadow vlad laughed. “ ms goodie two shoes been using her light and dark powers this whole time, ooh I’m so proud of you hahaha!” He laughed. “ all hail my best friend, overlord of chaos and phantom sorceress! “ Dani cheered as she held her head as they continued and echoed in her head, telepathic laughter was echoing in her ears as she struggled to stop it.

Jordan woke up “ noooo!” She said opening her eyes and seeing she was in her bed not the graveyard. “ oh thank goodness it was just a dream” She said taking deep breaths. “ but what if I am using it’s powers as well?” She said as her hand glowing blue and not dark blue “ phew” She said calming down. “ what’s with all screaming no about?! “ plasmius said opening the door with Dani rubbing her eyes still very sleepy. Jordan hugged them both “ I’m glad I’m not using it’s powers” She said as the two looked confused. “ are you still getting bad dreams about you being the overlord again?, child you’re in control not that lizard” plasmius said who was really tired to deal with this. “ who cares if you are, can we go back to sleep and talk about this tomorrow father..I’m really tired “ Dani asked him as plasmius agreed. “ just try not to think about it and we’ll talk about it tomorrow, now get some sleep..my sweet revenge is edging closer “ he smiled as Dani chuckled until they both yawned very tired. He closed the door as jordan drank some water and took a few deep breaths and went back to sleep peacefully.

Until the telepathically wicked laughter of the dragon overlord echoed once more.

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thenewblackcanvas · 2 years

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Hi, of course!!

Can I please siren!Dom!Seonghwa X sub!fem reader

Praise+ possessiveness+ corruption+ smut

Would love to see them holding hands during sex as it's my fave trope.

Thank you 🙏🙏

a/n: another one I got carried away with. don't know if I hit every request enough but didn't want it to be too long, hope this is ok :')

also Seonghwa FUCK spooky season ♡ (part two)

“Baby you know it's not my fault.” he pleads, though obviously exasperated.

“You didn’t seem to mind it much though.” you mumble with a pout.

The two of you were coming back from a halloween party at a friend’s house but the night was not going well anymore. Multiple people were hanging off of your boyfriend the whole time.

The night started well enough. You convinced Seonghwa to go in part of his natural siren form, beautiful scales and all on display, sans tail. His only condition was that you do the same. He helped with your makeup so you looked similar enough to him in a fitted dress with a deep plunge half way down your torso. Though not in his full form and not trying, his natural abilities seeped out onto some of the other party goers making it very difficult to spend time with him. You left for the restroom and though less than 5 minutes had passed when you return there were a few people around him, flirting and smiling way too close to him. You were a brat the rest of the night.

Now back home you were trying not to show how upset you were but you were failing as he seemed to not understand how it made you feel. What you didn’t talk about though was the wetness between your thighs. But he does notice that of course. Sitting on the couch with crossed arms, you pout.

He smiles, biting his lip. “I see what this is. My little siren is turned on but shes jealous. That doesn’t give her a right to be a brat but instead of punishing ill do the opposite tonight.” He slides off the sleeveless button up, leaving more of his iridescent scales exposed. “As long as she follows my lead.” He glances back at you waiting for affirmation.

You’re distracted but answer anyway, anger now dissipating. “Ok”

With a beckoning finger he has you follow him to the bedroom.

Within minutes he has your panties in the pocket of his pants and the deep v of your dress pushed around so your breasts are exposed as he caresses them while his other hand dissolves you into pleasure. When you can’t control your sounds anymore he removes his long fingers from your heat. You frown.

“You wanted me, now youre going to get me. But first, open.” he brings his soaked fingers up, sitting them on your tongue. “Lick them clean baby.”

Your eyes widen slightly but with only a second’s hesitance you do so. His hooded eyes look down at your lips. He watches you intently letting out a obscene moan. You let your tounge roll over his fingers slowly with eyes looking up at him. After a moment, he blinks pulling back like he just freed himself from a trance.

He grabs at your thighs sliding his hands up to push the dress further until its bunched up around your waist. He undoes his pants quickly to free his hard length before sinking into you slowly. He throws his head back, biting his lip to control his sounds but it doesn’t work for long because the moment he looks down at your blissed out face he moans a sound you want to hear again and again. He starts to move his hips against you, returning a hand to your breast rolling the nipple between his fingers. You arch into his hand and the way you look is more beautiful than anything he’s ever seen. Mouth opening with endless sounds of pleasure.

“So good. Do you feel how good that is?” you whimper in response. “So pretty. The better you feel the prettier you get. Look at that pretty mouth. You’d let me use it right?” He smirks. “Of course you would. My baby is so good for me. She didn’t even know she wanted it but I can feel it.”

He bends down to take your breast in his mouth, letting his tongue play now. You gasp, the feeling each times he flicks or laves his tongue against you makes you lightheaded.

He’s chuckling when he pulls away. “If you think you’re feeling good now, this is nothing angel. Just wait til there are no thoughts at all in your fuzzy little brain except my cock.” he pokes your head as you blink in shock at him. “Its not the time though. I’ll give you a taste but that’ll be your punishment; no fucked dumb tonight. I’ll ruin you another day.”

He wants to laugh at your expression but he’s too hard. He’s wanted to fuck you since he drew on your last fake scale. The thought of you wanting to look like him, be with him out like that drove him crazy. And as mad and jealous as you were tonight he knew he was worse. The looks you got were unnoticed by you but he always sees them. And just you saying he would want to be with anyone else, the thought makes him angry. You belong to each other and he was going to have to prove it apparently. He could do that.

He hissed out as he sunk deeper into you, letting his hands slide up your arms into your own as he intertwined them. He held them tight with each thrust.

“You're. Only mine. And i’m. Always yours.” One soft kiss after another until he was taking your lips fully. He stopped as he stayed deep after one thrust. Your mouth opening in sensation but nothing coming out. He looked down at you. “You know that don’t you?”

You breathed out a stuttered yes. He smiled so sweetly despite the intense lust clouding his eyes. “Cute.” He pulled out all the way before sinking back in to start a soft rhythm. You weren’t even sure if it was his influence or if it was just supposed to feel this good but either way the common denominator was him. He makes you feel good in every way, always. Every smile. Every hug. Every comforting word. It’s him.

“Such a sweet baby. Letting me feel you like this.” His hips moved so well agains you like a practiced rhythm only for your body. The way he managed to hit the spot deep within you while brush against your clit every now and then built up heat you that way coming faster and faster.

“Seonghwa I-

He squeezed tighter. “I know.” of course he did. He dipped his head down by your ear. “Do what feels right. Squeeze me all you want. Take me in deeper. Let go.”

At his words, you filled to the brim with euphoric heat that burst like a dam.

“AHH” you screamed out a moan as you gripped his hands so tight you might have hurt him. But he let you. He let you scream out and grip and writhe as he kept going. He got faster as you moved even more from the intense sensation.

“J-Just a little more. Let me use my baby a little more.” So you did. You arched into him every now and then unable to stop the feelings that were so strong. As he neared his end, you felt another wave come over you. With another deep thrust, he kissed you, hard. His hips stuttered for a second as you felt warmth deep inside. He whispered “so good” before removing one of his hands from yours to bring it between your legs. He rubbed at your sensitive clit laying kisses to your jaw. You gasped and whimpered.

“One more. I need it.” he pleaded between kisses.

It didn’t take long before you gave him what he wanted. The desperate intensity different than before. This time making your eyes roll back as you lose yourself in his passion and desperation for a moment.

You blink back to reality as he placed one more kiss to your jaw before sitting up to slowly pull out of you. He smiled as he looked down at you. “Such a good angel for me. Look at what you did.”

You lifted your head to see the sheets were very wet under you. Red immediately covering your face. “I-I did that?”

He laughed as he laid down taking you in his arms. “Yes and I can’t say I dont feel pride in it.”

“So, it’s a good thing?” You asked bashfully.

He nodded with an endeared smile. “It lets me know I made you feel good.”

“You always make me feel good.”

“This is a different type.”

You couldn’t argue with that. You still feel a little weightless from it.

“Knowing i did that without any influence makes me feel even better. It tells me I can make you feel that way, not what I am.”

You hummed in acknowledgement while hugging him tight, wanting to talk more about it and reassure him but not knowing how. Though you knew you didn’t need to.

He didn’t need to for you either. He loved you and only you.

If, once again, anything that just happened was something to go by.

♡ part 2 ♡

#seonghwa smut #seonghwa x reader #seonghwa drabble #ateez smut #seonghwa angst #ateez angst #spooky season #my pfp for a reason

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junosartsthetic · 2 years

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Horror Movies

SDC watching a horror movie with you in honor of spooky season. Contains swearing. Reader is implied to be female, but I don’t believe any pronouns are mentioned. Spoilers for certain horror movies. Mentions of horror movie violence.

You let out a squeal of excitement as you grabbed the popcorn from the counter, hustling into the living room and placing it onto the coffee table. Everything was all set up. Various candy boxes scattered the table. A case of soda sat unopened. The movie was already queued up and the remote lay on the couch arm, ready to be played as soon as your boyfriend arrived. A blanket hung on the couch back, yearning to be nestled into. You had even lit a few candles, giving the dimmed room a spooky feel. It also smelled like pumpkin. Scary movie night was all set. You rubbed your hands together.

You checked the time—he should be here any minute. You couldn’t wait. You made sure to choose a movie you both had never seen before, excited for all the jump scares. Halloween was your favorite time of year, and you couldn’t be happier to spend it with the person you loved.

The doorbell rang and you clapped happily. Finally! Skipping over, you swung the door open, immediately beckoning your boyfriend inside. You closed the door behind him and raced to the couch, plopping down as you wrapped the blanket around yourself. You had already pressed play before he could even get his shoes off. You couldn’t wait any longer. Horror! Now!

Jotaro

He let out a scoff, hanging up his coat before making his way over to the couch nonchalantly. Even in a hurry, he stayed calm and unbothered. “Good grief. Let me sit down first.” He took a seat next to you, barely brushing against your blanket-covered form. You threw some of the blanket over his lap, nestling against his cool form. You shushed him from saying anything else.

“The movie’s starting. Have some popcorn and candy.”

You watched intently as the opening credits played. The movie title “The Devil Below” flashed on screen. It was supposed to be a creature feature—your absolute favorite. There was something about things lurking just beyond human understanding that got you so excited—like there was more than what humans knew just waiting to be discovered.

You chowed down on some popcorn, getting sucked in as soon as the film started. Besides the occasional snarky comment from you, the pair of you were silent. You didn’t jump or hide your face, instead focusing on the screen in front of you like the tv would disappear if you took your eyes off of it. You didn’t want to miss a second. You honed in on every blood splatter, creature roar, and gunshot. You made sure to note every little detail. The best movies always nailed the details.

Meanwhile, Jotaro kept his hat tilted low as he paid attention to everything but the movie. At every loud sound, he forced himself not to jump or latch onto your form. He was never into horror movies, only watching them when you suggested it. He’d never admit it. . . but they always scared him. He could face real life death and violence without batting an eye, but for some reason he could never sit still when watching scary films. Maybe because there was nothing he could do about it. It was all a movie, so he couldn’t just fight the bad guys. He had to sit and watch as it all went down.

Unbeknownst to him, you secretly picked horror movies just to witness him scootch up next to you, practically pulling you onto his lap as he jumped at every bang or pop. He wasn’t usually a cuddler, but by the end of the movie he had his face buried in your neck as you munched away on sweets, unbothered.

His arms wrapped around your waist tightly, and you felt him tense up almost constantly. You reached behind you, giving his shoulder a pat. “It’s okay. I’ll protect you.” You flexed jokingly. “I’ll punch the shit out of these monsters with no problem. Don’t worry about it.”

“Shut up,” he muttered, still nestled against you tightly. “Just—tell me when the credits roll.”

Soon after he spoke, the credits appeared, and you heard him breathe a sigh of relief. “Finally. That shit’s over.”

You snorted. “It honestly wasn’t that scary. I’ve seen better. Maybe I’ll find us a better one real quick—” you reached for the remote, but Jotaro snatched it before you had the chance.

“No. I’m picking the next one. And it’s NOT going to be horror.”

You shook your head, craning your neck to plant a kiss on his cheek. “Okay, you big scaredy-cat. We’ll watch another movie genre now.”

Avdol

“What movie is this,” he questioned as he made himself comfortable on the couch. He pulled the blanket over his lap, swinging an arm around your shoulders. “A horror movie, I’m assuming?”

You nodded. “It’s Halloween time. It would be a sin not to watch as many as possible. Besides, it’s a classic that we’ve actually never seen yet—”The Thing!””

He gave you a funny look. “We just watched this movie. What’re you talking about?”

You shook your head. “Nuh-uh. We watched the remake. This is the original. Totally different.”

He laughed. “Right. Okay, then. Why didn’t we watch this one first? That would’ve made more sense.”

“I confess—I didn’t realize the remake was a remake of anything until a few hours ago so now we have to watch the original to make up for my mistake.”

With that, you pulled the popcorn bowl into your lap, the two of you munching as you focused on the film in front of you.

You weren’t a horror movie person usually, you had to admit, but during Halloween you felt it only made sense to watch horror and nothing but horror—even if you were kind of a wuss. You spent most of the movie with your face buried into your boyfriend’s side, his hand on your back. He rubbed your back comfortingly. You’d only peak out when he said the scary part was over. Needless to say, there were a lot of scary scenes being that it was, in fact, a scary movie.

By the time it was over, your whole body felt sore from tensing up. You pulled away from Avdol’s side, shooting him an embarrassed smile. “I’ve watched scarier,” you quipped.

“You didn’t really watch it,” he replied, kissing your forehead. “But alright. Whatever you say.”

You scrunched up your nose. “I watched enough to know that I will definitely be having nightmares tonight. You’re not secretly an alien, right?”

He pulled you onto his lap. “You’ve discovered my secret,” he teased, a playful look in his eyes. “Now I’ll have to destroy you!”

You squealed as he tickled your sides, breathlessly pleading with him to stop. “No! I won’t tell anyone! I swear! Spare me!”

He ceased his tickling, pecking your cheek. “I’ll make sure you sleep soundly tonight. No aliens or nightmares will get to you, love.”

“D’aww,” you cooed, wrapping your arms around his neck as you nestled against him. “You’re so cute when you’re all protective and reassuring. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

You slept soundly that night.

Polnareff

Polnareff wasted no time in jumping on the couch next to you, gathering you into his arms and making sure the blanket covered you both. He grabbed a handful of popcorn, already chowing down. “What’re we watching today, cherie?”

“Saw,”” you replied, stealing some popcorn from his hand. “It’s more of a thriller than horror I guess but I thought it was about time we watched it. It’s got like five sequels or something, so we might as well binge them all.”

“This is the one where he’s gotta saw his leg off or something in the bathroom, right?” he muttered between bites.

You nodded. “Yeah. It’s pretty intense, I guess. I just kinda want to see if I could survive some of these traps. Like, no offense to all the people that died in those things but I feel like I’d totally make it out. I dunno.”

He burst out laughing.

Just like you said, you insisted on explaining your escape plan everytime they demonstrated a different trap. Luckily you started the first movie early in the day—it turns out there were in fact eight sequels, not five.

By the time the credits rolled on “Spiral” you two had gone through the entire candy stash, a twelve-pack of soda, and two large pizzas ordered midway through the third movie. It was also three in the morning.

“So, I just feel like I wouldn’t get captured in the first place, but I have confidence I could not only escape, but kill John himself if I were to get captured,” you explained, loopy with tiredness. “Like, c’mon. Pressing a button to gouge out an eye? All you gotta do is press it! Why’d he even hesitate? Stupid. Don’t even get me started on the ones where it’s just making a decision about someone else dying. . .”

“What about the traps that were designed to be impossible?” he replied, scratching your scalp as you lay on his chest.

“I’d figure it out,” you muttered. “I’m just. . . built different. John doesn’t stand a chance. They just weren’t trying hard enough, I feel like. Anyway, that’s my “Why I Would Win At Saw TedTalk”.”

Polnareff let out a chuckle, prepping a reply, but halted when he looked to see you fast asleep. He pulled the blankets closer, giving your forehead a kiss before nestling into the couch further. “Sweet dreams, cherie,” he whispered. “Today was fun.”

Kakyoin

“Hey,” he chastised, rushing to hang up his jacket and get his shoes off. “Don’t start it without me!” He plopped down next to you, ripping the blanket from your grasp and covering himself with it.

“Hey! Nori! I was using that!” you scolded, attempting to pry the blanket back. He didn’t budge.

“You started the movie without me. This is payback.”

“It’s just the opening credits! You missed a few seconds! Now gimme that back! I’m cold!”

He spread it out so you each got half. “There. We can share.”

You huffed, cracking open a soda. “You’re such a bully sometimes.”

He rolled his eyes. “Don’t act like you’re completely innocent, either. Anyway, what horror movie is it today?”

“Cloverfield,” you replied, leaning against him. He elbowed you lightly. “You think you can just steal my warmth now?”

You elbowed him back before latching onto his arm. “Yes. Now shut up.”

You knew Kakyoin was a nerd when it came to certain things, but you didn’t fully realize that also applied to movies—sure, the two of you had watched movies together before, but you supposed there was just something about this particular movie that had him commenting on everything.

“It’s really impressive how they shot the whole movie like it was found footage—they’re obviously not the first to do that, but I think applying that idea to a Godzilla-esque movie puts a nice twist on it. It also really emphasizes just how large the monster itself is.”

“Yeah,” you replied absentmindedly, unsure of how to continue that conversation. “Anyway, I hope they don’t end up killing the monster—I just think he’s neat.”

“Well, I think in order to truly pay homage to the movies that came before it, it would only make sense for them to kill the monster in the end, or possibly pull something where the monster isn’t actually evil, but given what we’ve seen thus far, I doubt they’ll go that route. I think it’ll show the true evil in the end is human-kind being that they’re willing to destroy the entire city and everyone in it to destroy the monster. It really makes you think.”

You cleared your throat. “Totally.”

He let out an embarrassed laugh. “I sound like a teacher or something, don’t I? Talking about symbolism in a horror movie.”

You shrugged, pecking his cheek. “I think it’s cute that you think about the intent behind the movie instead of just mindlessly watching it.”

“Thank you,” he said, nudging you affectionately. “But I’ll try to shut up and watch it now.”

He kept his word, waiting until he spotted the credits rolling to turn off the TV and start his commentary. He turned to you to voice his opinions on the film only to see you sleeping soundly, snoring as you nestled against him. Wordlessly, he snuggled into the blankets, leaning your unconscious form closer to him as he closed his eyes. He’ll nerd out about the movie later. Right now, he could use a nice nap with you by his side.

Joseph

“Hold your horses, sweetheart,” he chuckled, scooping you up and gathering you into his arms. He planted a kiss on your cheek. “Can’t I at least get a hello?”

You laughed, pecking his lips before adjusting the blanket over the two of you. “Hi, love. Now quiet. Movie’s starting.”

“Don’t I get to know what we’re watching?”

“”Nightmare on Elm Street. It’s a classic,” you said, hands busy opening a box of candy. You offered him some which he gladly accepted.

“This is the guy with the freaky claw hands, right? Freddy something-or-other.”

“Yeah, now shhh!”

He rested his chin on your shoulder, huffing. “Don’t you shush me.”

You pressed a finger to his lips. “Shush. No talking during the movie.”

It turns out Joseph was the type of person who couldn’t shut up long enough to watch a film. He had to make a quip at everything, and while you always found his comments funny, there was a part of you that actually wanted to watch the movie—surprising, right?

You determined your best strategy to combat this was constantly offering him snacks so he’d be too busy eating to talk, but the man was a bottomless pit. You’d gone through everything a quarter of the way in, and were left defenseless as he continued his jokes.

Eventually, you had to say something.

“Sweetie,” you whispered, finding his hand in the dark. You squeezed it. “I love you. But I’m going to need you to shut the fuck up for just a little while, okay?”

He snorted. “No need to get sassy,” he replied, returning your hand squeeze with one of his own. “I’ll try to keep quiet from here on out, but no promises.”

He actually managed to get through the rest of the film with only the occasional bit of banter, but you honestly regretted telling him to keep quiet—the movie itself wasn’t that great, and you weren’t really sure why it spawned so many sequels. Of course, you would rather die than admit this fact to Joseph—it would immediately go to his head. He doesn’t need any more of an ego.

In the end, you simply turned off the film and leaned against him, letting out a yawn. “Care for a cat-nap after watching a movie entirely dedicated to a killer who hunts you in your sleep, love?”

He chuckled, arms wrapping around your waist as he made the two of you comfortable laying down. “He wouldn’t stand a chance against me, sweetheart.”

You pressed yourself against his chest, letting his heartbeat lull you to bed. “Damn right.”

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maditheimmortal · 7 months

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You shouldn't be out this late, but an odd light within the woods beckons you here. Upon arrival you find nothing more but an old cottage. Odd, you never remember seeing anything here before. It wouldn't hurt to knock, right?

Small Halloween thing for y'all , nothing too spooky and it's more autumn themed than halloween themed but it's seasonal enough i feel. Happy Halloween everyone!

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bakerstreethound · 10 months

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🎻Send me a song 🎻 I’ll analyze it and tell you what fictional it reminds me of and the scenario that comes to my mind. Ivy by Taylor Swift!

When I looked at the lyrics for this song, I immediately thought of Emily the Corpse Bride. There's a haunting quality to it that fits her well, I think.

Tangled in Ivy

Is it too early for spooky season? I say no! I adore this movie so much and I hope you like this little scenario. I let my imagination take hold, so I went more from the feeling the lyrics gave me instead of their actual interpreted meaning. With that said, this is only my interpretation of a TSwift song.

How's one to know? I'd meet you where the spirit meets the bones, in a faith-forgotten land. In from the snow, your touch brought forth an incandescent glow, tarnished, but so grand.

At first these lines remind me so much of before Victor unknowingly places his ring on Emily’s finger, but also adds to the mystery and intrigue of her tale. SHe sees his glowing humaness as something she finds to crave, wanting him and loving him since her life was stolen from her much too soon.

And the old widow goes to the stone every day, but I don't, I just sit here and wait, grieving for the living. Oh, goddamn, my pain fits in the palm of your freezing hand. Taking mine but it's been promised to another. Oh, I can't. Stop you putting roots in my dreamland. My house of stone, your ivy grows, and now I'm covered in you

For a little while, Emily finds herself wandering the land of the living but knows she doesn’t belong and if her heart were still in the empty cavern of her chest, she’d feel it breaking and shattering all over again. Seeing Victor with Victoria makes her relize all she could have had and lost, but she feels an odd sort of peace stemming from it. In the end, it’s not to decide who should love you or not, she loved him, but he was not hers.

How's one to know? I'd live and die for moments that we stole on begged and borrowed time. So tell me to run or dare to sit and watch what we'll become, and drink my husband's wine

Then, there’s Victor years later finding himself thinking of the lonely corpse whom he mistakingly married and almost died for. He dreams of another ourcome time and time again and all that blurs his visions are red, blood falling from the sky cursing him for making a decision he didn’t want to do. Sometimes fate had a cruel sense of humor. But in the end, his beloved Victoria saw him through life, yet sometimes in the horizon he’ll see a ghost, a shadow beckoning him to the woods, a whisper of a time long forgotten and it sets his mind alight with intrigue.

So yeah, it's a fire. It's a goddamn blaze in the dark and you started it, you started it. So yeah, it's a war. It's the goddamn fight of my life, and you started it. You started it. now I'm covered in you

Then, when he’s in bed in the safety of Victoria’s embrace, he finds his eyes wandering still to the woods beyond, faint echoes following the wake of floorboards creaking. If he looked hard enough, outside among the eves of the trees, frosty blue butterflies, incandescent flutter in the horizon, beckoning, whispering him to come home at last.

******

#corpse bride fanfiction #corpse bride #emily corpse bride #victor van dort #victoria everglot #ace's 5yr anniversarry #celebration #fanfiction #tim burton #my writing #my alleyway

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horrorcrypt12 · 9 months

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Now Watching:

Supernatural S4.E6 "Yellow Fever"

"Hell beckons again when Dean is stricken with a mysterious illness that frightens its sufferers to death. Sam and Dean scramble to find the cause of the disease in time to save Dean from sure death"

spooky season!

#supernatural #dean whinchester #sam winchester #yellow fever #winchester bros #spooky season #halloween #autumn #fall #eric kripke

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artfulusername · 5 months

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Hail the Nightmare | Bloodborne | WMGSO's Fall 2023 Concert

Need a little spooky this holiday season? The Washington Metropolitan Gamer Symphony Orchestra can help! Check out our latest video release on YouTube. Enjoy!

#Tegan Talks #Video #Video Game Music #Music #Hail the Nightmare #Bloodborne #WMGSO #The Washington Metropolitan Gamer Symphony Orchestra #I'm on the stage somewhere #Happy Holidays!

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sailorblossoms · 2 years

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thanks for the sunday tags @ionlydrinkhotwater @fatalfangirl!

This week I shared the first part of my Sad Vines fic, more dramatically titled Love Song For A Vampire. I don’t have something to share for the second part yet, because I’m writing two different scenes kinda at the same time and neither is at a point where I wouldn’t change anything - the thing about Baz’s pain is that some of it is very relatable, but he has also faced horror that frankly goes beyond comprehension, so whenever I get stuck there I’m like “ok, let’s write smut.” Truly switching between hurt and comfort there.

Instead, I want to talk about another WIP I’ve mentioned before. I’m blaming this on the spooky season and a gif of Ingrid Bergman holding a knife in Gaslight, which made me think about the movie and the ways it unsettles (I promise I also have happy thoughts lol). The concept is normal AU but with dark fantasy elements. It has Agatha/Simon friendship (you couldn’t pay me to write them in any other way, unless we’re examining how deeply wrong dating is for them, and well...). The pairings are Simon/Baz and Agatha/Niamh. The horror is ~heteronormativity~. I want to give a shout-out to the fic The tears of Mummers House here, because before I read this, this idea came to me as a long and overly complicated one-shot, and I wasn’t sure I could actually pull it off. Reading this fic inspired me to take a similar approach to structure the story - now I think I might be able to write this thing! Most of what I’ve written are pretty rough drafts and notes, but here’s a tentative summary.

‘They look like a painting, standing there. Or a photograph from the 1940s.

Crowley, they’re pretty together.’

In that house, it’s 1949. They’re husband and wife. They can’t leave. She’s sure their moody housekeeper has all answers she seeks, if only she would stop insulting her long enough to actually listen to her. He knows that if he could only jump through that window–-towards the mysterious dark-haired man beckoning him in his dreams–-everything will be alright. Being together is unbearable. It’s madness. She’s sure he will kill her. She will kill him first.

tagging @erzbethluna @artsyunderstudy @johnwgrey @ionlydrinkhotwater @fatalfangirl @hushed-chorus @bookish-bogwitch @raenestee @carryonsimoncarryonbaz and whoever wants to join!

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geeknik · 7 months

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Spooky Horoscopes: Unveiling Mystical Insights for Halloween

As the moon casts an eerie glow and the wind whispers secrets, Halloween beckons us to embrace the mystical and paranormal realms. Whether you're a devoted astrology enthusiast or simply seeking a spine-tingling thrill, these spooky horoscopes are here to add an extra touch of magic to your Halloween festivities. Read on to discover what the stars have in store for you this Halloween season.

Aries ♈️

March 21 - April 19

This Halloween, your adventurous spirit will be ignited! Embrace the daredevil within you and seek out thrilling haunted attractions or ghostly tours. Allow the energy of the night to awaken your senses, and you may just uncover unexpected mysteries along the way.

Taurus ♉️

April 20 - May 20

As an earth sign, you have a deep connection to the natural world. Use this Halloween to tap into ancient rituals and traditions. Decorate your space with earthy elements, engage in grounding meditation, or create a spell jar to invite protection and abundance into your life.

Gemini ♊️

May 21 - June 20

With your innate curiosity, Halloween presents the perfect opportunity for exploration. Dive into the world of tarot and divination, and try your hand at reading for yourself or others. Let your intuition guide you as you delve into the mysteries that lie beyond the veil.

Cancer ♋️

June 21 - July 22

As a sensitive soul, you naturally gravitate towards all things ethereal. This Halloween, create a cozy atmosphere at home by lighting candles, burning incense, and immersing yourself in the realm of supernatural movies or books. Allow yourself to be transported to otherworldly realms.

Leo ♌️

July 23 - August 22

With your flair for the dramatic, Halloween is your time to shine! Embrace your inner showman or show-woman by donning a stunning costume and attending or hosting a grand costume party. Let your creativity soar and revel in being the center of attention.

Virgo ♍️

August 23 - September 22

Your meticulous nature shines this Halloween as you channel your organizing skills into creating the ultimate spooky ambiance. Plan a meticulously designed Halloween event, complete with themed decorations, intricate costumes, and a bewitching menu that will leave everyone spellbound.

Libra ♎️

September 23 - October 22

As the sign of balance and harmony, you seek the middle ground between the mystical and the mundane. This Halloween, explore the art of Wicca or magical herbalism. Engage in practices that promote inner harmony and bring balance to your life.

Scorpio ♏️

October 23 - November 21

Ah, Scorpio, Halloween is a natural fit for your intense and mysterious nature. Embrace the darkness and tap into your psychic abilities. Set up an altar for ancestral spirits, engage in shadow work, or embark on a midnight exploration to uncover hidden truths.

Sagittarius ♐️

November 22 - December 21

With your adventurous spirit, Halloween calls for an expedition into the unknown. Seek out haunted locations, eerie forests, or ancient ruins. Let the thrill of the unknown guide you as you explore haunted tales and uncover the secrets of the past

Capricorn ♑️

December 22 - January 19

This Halloween, tap into your practical and resourceful nature. Host a festive gathering, complete with traditional games and activities. Use this time to connect with loved ones and pass down ancestral customs and stories, creating lasting memories.

Aquarius ♒️

January 20 - February 18

Being open-minded and eccentric, you're naturally drawn to the unconventional. This Halloween, explore alternative forms of divination, such as pendulum dowsing or scrying. Allow your unique perspective to guide you as you uncover hidden messages from the beyond.

Pisces ♓️

February 19 - March 20

With your intuitive and empathetic nature, Halloween allows you to connect deeply with the spiritual realm. Engage in meditation, practice energy healing, or engage in a ghost hunt. Embrace the ethereal energy of the night and open yourself to otherworldly experiences.

Conclusion 🌕

As the moon casts its enchanting glow and the whispers of the wind grow stronger, Halloween offers the perfect moment to indulge in the mystical and paranormal. Explore these spooky horoscopes to add an extra touch of magic to your Halloween celebrations, and allow the stars to guide you on a bewitching journey into the unknown. Whether you embrace thrilling adventures or seek solace in ancient rituals, may this Halloween be filled with mystical insights and spine-tingling delights.

#ko-fi #kofi #geeknik #nostr #art #blog #writing #halloween #all hallows eve #samhain #31daysofhalloween #31 days of halloween #horoscope #astrology #constellations

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