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HORROR NIGHTS — OCT 1st

doppelgänger!shanks x fem. reader

wc: 5.7k

warnings: noncon turned to dubcon (kind of), fear play, predator/prey dynamics, unprotected sex, creampie, intense breath play, choking, hair pulling, pain play (kind of), a lot of crying, biting, just really rough sex, mention of murder, spit, oral sex (m!receiving), public sex, mirror sex, mention of bondage (very brief)

synopsis: there's something up with your boyfriend and there's definitely something up with this carnival he brought you to

a/n: this is the first of FIVE kinktober posts and it is also my FIRST one piece written piece!! a huge thank you to my love @blueparadis for beta reading this!! check out the rest of the kinktober pieces here!

“Come on baby, get dressed. There’s a carnival I wanna take you to, it’ll be perfect.” Your boyfriend’s voice bellows through the apartment and you look at him from your position on the couch. You raise an eyebrow and slowly sit up, “but I thought we were going to stay in today, at least that’s what you said yesterday. You wanted to watch ‘A Nightmare on Elm Street movie marathon today.” You weren’t opposed to going out, you just hated when plans changed at the last minute and that he did know about you. He knew how it made you anxious and frustrated because you would have to change every other plan you had for the day. Well, he should have known that about you.

You watch as his jaw tenses for a moment before he sits down beside you, taking one of your hands in his. “I know, sweetheart. But I wanna celebrate the holiday season with you. We can enjoy the cool air, see everyone getting scared by the scare actors and just have fun. Let's do it.” You look into his eyes and feel a chill run down your spine before you look away and nod. “Okay, just give me some time to shower and get dressed.” You smile and stand, you only take a couple of steps before he grabs your wrist, his grip is a little too tight for your liking. “Gimme a kiss before you go.” His voice is gruff and he stands up, leaning in. You close the distance and peck his lips, just before you can turn away he wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you to him, smashing his lips against yours in a bruising kiss before he pulls back. “There, that’s what I call a kiss. Now go get ready.” You turn and jump when he playfully slaps your ass then continue to walk into the bathroom.

As the faucet turns on and water cascades along your skin you think back. You’re sure that Shanks is different, there’s something up with him and you remember the first day he did change. It was just a couple of months ago, his demeanor was colder and harsher than usual. He was a lot more impatient and when you looked into his eyes, you didn’t feel that comforting warmth emitting from them. You spoke to your friends about it and they just brushed it off, assuming that you were probably stressed from work and that made you overthink things. For a moment, you did agree with them, at the time of his change you had a lot of projects from work and your boss was riding you harder than a workhorse but then everything passed and Shanks was still different. You never brought it up to him though, not wanting to cause an argument but it lingers more and more in your head. You shake the thoughts as you turn the water off and wrap a towel around your body.

You glance at him as you leave the bathroom and furrow your eyebrows as he mumbles to himself, you can’t pick up anything he’s saying and you want to take a step closer to him to hear him but it's like he senses you even with his back to you. He turns and smiles at you, the sight of that grin on his face makes your skin crawl, “almost ready? I’m getting directions to the place now.” You fake a smile and nod, “Mhm, just need to get dressed. I’ll be out soon.” He nods and turns his back to you again and you let the smile drop from your face as you walk into your bedroom. You put on one of his sweatshirts and leggings then once you’re done you leave the room and walk over to him, “All done!”

He puts his phone away and nods as he stands, taking your hand in one of his. “Alright, let's go.” He walks out of the apartment with you and keeps you close to him as he walks with you to the car. “You look really sexy tonight, I can’t wait until we get back home. Maybe we can sneak a quickie in one of the bathrooms or the parking lot.” He winks at you and heat rises to your cheeks. “Shanks! You can’t just say something like that, what if someone hears?” You gently squeeze his hand and the voice in the back of your head is screaming at you, yes you and Shanks have been intimate before, it's expected for a couple that’s been together for almost 4 years but he never made a comment like that in public.

He laughs and opens the passenger side door for you, “can’t help it. You’re sexy and I’ll let anyone know how hard you make me.” He slaps your ass as you get in the car then goes to the driver’s side and starts driving. You lean in to put on the radio and smile when a song he dedicated to you starts playing, you smile and look over as he taps his fingers against the wheel. As you watch him some of your worries subside, maybe you have been overreacting. “Tell me more about this carnival.” You lower the volume of the music and he glances over at you as he takes one hand off the wheel to place it on your thigh. “I can’t spoil it too much but I do have to say that it’s going to be one hell of a night.” He chuckles and gently squeezes your thigh. You place your hand on top of his and trace along his knuckles, “that’s all? Come on, there has to be more than that!”

You watch as his jaw tenses again and his grip on your thigh tightens, making you whimper. He immediately releases his grip and looks at you, “I’m so sorry sweetheart, I just want this to be a surprise. I didn’t mean to do that, I’m so sorry.” He lifts his hand from your thigh and takes your hand, bringing it to his lips so he can press a kiss to your knuckles. “It’s okay, it was an accident. You know how I get when I try to plan a surprise for you.” You smile and look at him then turn your attention to the road, watching as fewer cars go past.

You’re not sure how much time passes and he finally pulls into the parking lot. Your eyebrows knit together as you look around, there isn’t a single car in sight but the carnival is as lively as ever. You hear music playing with too much bass and the voices sound too distorted for you to pick up what song is playing. You look over at Shanks and your eyes widen at the smile on his face, to call it creepy wouldn’t be enough. “Let’s go.” He turns the car off and gets out then opens your door, holding his hand out for you to take. You place your hand in his and take a deep breath. As you walk with him to what you believe is the entrance, you instinctively move closer to him. You look around some more, the parking lot looks completely abandoned. The lines that show where the parking spaces are, are cracked and barely visible, the wind blows a stronger gust that sends another chill down your spine, the only sense of life is the music and the lights that are coming from some of the stands and booths. You squint a little to check out the stands to see if there’s anyone there but you can’t make out a figure, your eyebrows knit together and you look at your boyfriend, his fiery red hair is tousled by the wind and he still has that damn smile on his face.

“Is this the right place? There’s no one here.” Your voice is barely above a whisper and you don’t understand why you’re whispering, it's not like there’s anyone around that could possibly hear you. “Of course it is! I wouldn’t have driven here if it wasn’t the right place.” His voice is loud and it makes you shrink into his side, he glances down at you and smiles. If it was supposed to provide some sort of comfort, it just does the complete opposite. “I told you it was a surprise, we’re just here earlier than everyone else. It’s not a bad thing.” He shrugs and continues to lead you to where the entrance is, you look at the ticket booth and you see dust and cobwebs covering the corners of the glass. It looks like no one has occupied the space in ages. Shanks releases your hand for a moment to dig out his wallet and slams down some money on the small countertop before grabbing your hand again.

For the one moment, your hand wasn’t in his, you thought about making a run for it. It was a brief thought but it quickly subsided. You walk with him and continue to look around, the rides look like they shouldn’t be in operation, without anything moving you could tell the tracks are old and weary. That’s when he stops, right in the center of it all. To your left is an old roller coaster with one loop, to your right is the classic bottle game, behind Shanks is a funnel cake stand and behind you is a haunted house. Your heartbeat quickens in your chest as you look at him, his face is barely illuminated by the lights that surround the place that constantly flicker.

“I have something to tell you and I think now is the best time to do so.” He lifts his other hand to grab your free hand, and now both of your hands are in his grip. Your heartbeat is going even faster now, making you feel like it’s either going to beat out of your chest or just stop. You wish you could read his mind to figure out what he’s going to say next. You swallow thickly and nod, “w-what is it?” You hate how your emotions ooze in your voice but you can’t dwell on it for too long. He leans in close to your ear and you can hear the smile grow on his face before he utters his next words.

“I’m not your boyfriend.”

Your eyebrows knit together and you pull back, taking in his expression and it’s mixed with something sinister and unreadable. “What are you talking about? Is this some weird way to propose? It’s not funny.” You try to pull your hands from his grip but he just tightens his hold on you. Then he laughs, it echoes through the barren wasteland of the carnival and rips straight through your chest. “Shanks! Stop it, you’re creeping me out!” Your voice finally breaks from the whisper as you cry out and his expression changes. His smile falls to a straight line and his eyes cut through your skull.

“Good. I’m glad you’re creeped out, you should’ve been creeped out a long time ago. I think it’s been four months now since I’ve gotten rid of him. Tell me, have you ever heard of the superstition surrounding doppelgängers?” He keeps your hands in his as he looks at you. You shake your head, “What are you talking about?” His jaw tenses and his eyes narrow, “that really gets on my nerves, don’t answer my fucking question with a question of your own.” His words pierce you like a snake’s fangs and their venom seeps into your veins.

“As I was saying, the belief is if you see someone that looks exactly like you then it’s bad luck. If you see them multiple times then it means that death is coming, either for you or the person that looks exactly like you. That’s what happened to your dear old boyfriend, we saw each other time and time again and I killed him.” He doesn’t give you a moment to process his words before continuing, “his last words were, ‘don’t lay a hand on my girlfriend’, how fucking pathetic. But what’s more pathetic is you didn’t notice a thing! You’ve been with him for what, 4 years now and you’ve known him for longer than that but you never noticed that I’m not him. How stupid can you be? You’re a really pathetic excuse for a girlfriend, the worst part is, he was about to propose. Got you a beautiful ring, I mean the rock on that is pretty huge. But no alarms went off? No warning flags? I mean, we’ve fucked plenty of times and nothing. Was that little gear in your head stuck or something? I killed your boyfriend and now I’m taking his place. Oh, now now, don’t cry. There’s no need for tears.” He coos mockingly as he releases one of your hands to wipe at your eye, you didn’t even realize tears were streaming down your face until he mentioned it.

You jerk away from his touch and his jaw tenses again, “Fine, that makeup was getting ruined one way or another. Where was I? I killed your boyfriend, you didn’t realize it, now we’re here and I bet you’re wondering why now? Why would I tell you my secret now? Why would I tell you here? And let me tell you, those are reasonable questions so I’ll answer them. But first, I have an idea for a little game and that game is, I’m gonna give you a ten-second head start to run anywhere here and find a way to escape. I’m going to leave the car keys right at the ticket stand. If you can escape me and grab the keys then you can drive off and do what you please, call the police, tell them everything. I’ll even tell you right now where I hid the body, there was an old house that we drove past on the way here. He’s in the backyard.” He chuckles as more tears stream down your face and continues, “But, if I catch you then I’m going to claim you wherever it is and we’re gonna act like we’re one happy couple. You’re gonna forget what I told you just now and if you play your cards right, I’ll pop that ring on your finger. Have a nice wedding and you’ll give me a few kids. Fair enough, right?”

You wipe your eyes and look at him, “do I even have a choice?” Your voice breaks as you ask the question and the response you get is more laughter, “Good girl! There’s the smart girl I knew was in there! You don’t have a choice, so I’m gonna let you go and give you those ten seconds. Run.” He releases your hand and you bolt off, he digs the keys from his pocket and walks over to the ticket stand as he starts to count. “One!” You run as fast as your legs can take you, you bolt past the haunted house and your head is on a constant swivel. “Two!” He yells out as he makes it to the stand and sets the car keys on top of the money he placed on the counter. You finally stop running and look around to see where you can hide, you see a run-down carousel to your left then ahead of you, you see a mirror maze. You weigh your options as you look at both places.

“Five! Half of your head start is gone! I hope you found a good place!”

His voice is barely audible due to your heartbeat pounding in your ears. You look at the carousel, there are some baskets that you could momentarily hide in but it would be way too risky. You look at the mirror maze and quickly decide that it’s your best option. You run inside as you hear him again. “Seven! Almost there!” How does he count so fast? Or did you spend too much time deciding where to go?

You run past distorted images of yourself in the mirrors, you have no clue where you’re going but you hope it’ll be enough to keep him away long enough for you to get back to the ticket booth. You look around as there’s a split, you go left hoping that you’ll be able to lose him but you instantly run into a dead end. “Fuck!” You curse and turn back to take the opposite direction. “And ten! I hope you found a good place!”

His voice echoes and your heart pounds even faster. You continue to run, going in whatever direction you believe is right. As you get deeper into the maze, you see that some mirrors are shattered, leaving trails of broken glass. You try to step over them as carefully as you can to not give him a sign as to where you are. You’re not even sure how much time has passed since you ran inside but all you can think about is finding an exit.

Then you stop in your tracks, “oh come on sweetheart, you’re becoming a little predictable. Or does that mean I’m becoming a good boyfriend?” He laughs and your heart sinks to your stomach. “I know you’re here, just come out and I’ll be easy on you. I promise.” You could hear the deceit in his voice, “okay, okay, I won’t fuck you that roughly.” You slowly move to find yourself at another split, this time you go right and you find yourself at another dead end. There’s broken glass on the floor and you step over it before crouching down into a corner. You clamp your hands over your mouth as you try to even out your breathing.

“I know I’m getting close, I can smell you from here.” He laughs and you clamp your hands over your mouth tighter to muffle the gasp that escapes. You wait until you don’t hear footsteps and you slowly stand and take a blind step forward. The crunch of glass beneath your shoe is loud enough for anyone inside the maze to hear. Your eyes widen as you look down and you quickly decide to make a run for it. But you stop in your tracks when you see him standing there, he’s smiling at you. He’s fucking smiling as he takes a step closer. “Gotcha! You run pretty fast and honestly, if that glass wasn’t there you probably would’ve gotten away. Who am I kidding? I know this place like the back of my hand, I would’ve gotten you one way or another.”

“Shanks���whoever you are. Please just let me go, I won’t tell anyone about this. I won’t say a thing I promise! Just don’t kill me.” You plead as tears brim your eyes, you’re frozen in place as he moves closer to you. His eyes are practically glowing when he stands in front of you and his large hands grip your shoulders and pull you to his chest. “Why would I kill you? I only killed your boyfriend because that’s just how the superstition goes. How could I let him go free when he has the perfect life? I wanted a taste of that and now I can have it.” He grabs your chin between his thumb and forefinger to make you look at him and he smiles, you know you're becoming delusional at this point because now you feel the warmth you’ve always felt with your boyfriend. It’s a feeling that you’ve been craving for a few months now and you finally have it again.

He moves his thumb to caress your bottom lip and looks into your eyes, “Now, we made a deal and I intend to claim my prize. After this, we’re going to live a normal life. I’ll pop the question and you’ll say yes, we’ll have a nice wedding, a sex-filled honeymoon, you’ll give me a few rugrats and that’s it. Soon you’ll forget about everything I’ve told you tonight, it’ll be a thing of the past like your actual boyfriend. Got it?” You nod slowly, everything in your body wants you to run from this maniac but you just comply with his demands. In reality, what else can you do? He has you where he wants you, there’s nothing you can do. You can fight him but it’ll only piss him off, you can plot an escape but he’ll find you, you can scream at the top of your lungs, but no one will hear you. Right now, it’s just you and him.

Nothing will ever change that.

“Come on, use that pretty mouth for something. Tell me you want me to take you, to claim you as mine. Say it.” He moves his hand from your chin and lowers it to your neck, his hand wraps around it and he uses his grip to bring you close. You swallow thickly, your rational side wants to deny him but that side of you that is grasping at a false sense of reality wins.

“I want you. I want you to make me yours right here and right now. Claim me.”

A smirk grows on his face and he slams his lips against yours, the kiss is a bruising clash of teeth and tongue. His hand remains on your throat, gripping the sides ever so slightly as he somehow deepens the kiss. His tongue explores your mouth, running along your teeth, the roof of your mouth and along your own tongue. You whimper against his lips as your lungs scream for air. You lift your hands to his shirt and clench the fabric in your fists, trying to signal to him that you need to breathe but he just takes it as a sign to continue kissing you. To keep stealing your air just like he stole your boyfriend’s place and made it his own.

Thankfully, he finally breaks the kiss. You greedily gasp for air and your eyes water as you pant. He smirks at the sight and releases your throat in exchange for one of your wrists. He pulls you along with him until you’re both surrounded by mirrors that haven’t been broken. He releases your wrist to grip your face, gripping your cheeks tightly as he forces you to look at yourself in one of the mirrors. He smirks at the way your eyes widen when you take in your reflection, your mascara is smudged and has stained your cheeks, whatever is left of your lipstick is smeared along your lips and your lips are now coated by his drying saliva. “So pretty like this. You always work so hard on making yourself look pretty but this is how you look best, completely ruined for me.”

He leans in and uses his grip on your face to bring you close, he kisses your cheek roughly and chuckles. “Now, you can watch me ruin you even more from different angles. Get on your knees.” You look at him through the distorted reflection and move to go to your knees slowly. He groans and his jaw tenses as he moves one of his feet to knock you down, the move is so swift and you land on your knees immediately. The dull pain rushes through your body but it is quickly replaced by another source of pain when he grabs a handful of your hair and yanks it back. You yelp at the pain and look up at him, his eyes look like they’re glowing again, a fiery red that rivals his hair.

“When I tell you to do something, you fucking do it without a second thought. You don’t think about it, you don’t process it, you just do it. Let’s try another command, open your mouth and stick your tongue out.” His words cut like the glass you stepped on earlier and you quickly do what he declares. It is humiliating and you can’t help but think about how different your boyfriend had been when you two were intimate. How he treated you like glass, too afraid to grip you too tightly, never wanted to spank you or be rough with you…but you quickly have to shake the memories from your head.

The man in front of you isn’t Shanks and he will never be Shanks.

He smirks and spits on your tongue, you can’t help but flinch a little when it hits your tongue and it makes him laugh. “Fucking pathetic.” He keeps his hand in your hair as he uses his free hand to pull down his zipper and pull his cock out. You glance down at it then meet his eyes. His cock is the same as your boyfriend’s, thick and long with a single prominent vein running down from the tip to the base. He grips his cock and taps it against your tongue before shoving it down your throat. He throws his head back as he uses the grip in your hair to move you along his length. Your lewd gags and slurps echo throughout the maze, bouncing off the mirrors and reaching your ears. More tears spring from your eyes as he uses you, spit spills down your chin making more of a mess down your face.

You weakly lift your hands up to hit his thighs, trying to get him to release you for just a moment so you can breathe. You feel lightheaded again and he buries his cock all the way down your throat, you weakly swallow around him and more tears spill down your face. Just as black spots start to fill your vision, you’re sure that you’re going to pass out then he suddenly pulls out. “Scared you there, didn’t I?” He mockingly asks as he forces you to face another mirror. You cough and pant as you look at yourself, even more of a mess than the last time you looked at yourself.

“And here I thought you couldn’t get even hotter. Shit, just looking at you like this is about to make me cum.” His cock throbs and twitches as you continue to pant. You lift your hand to try to clean yourself off but he pulls on your hair again, tutting his tongue. “No, no, no, stay messy. I prefer you like this.” You nod as best as you can with his tight grip in your hair, “o-okay, I’m sorry.” Your voice is raspy from the rough facefucking he was giving you and you look up at him.

“You look like a cute little fawn caught by the hunter, such pretty big eyes filled with fear. I love it. Stand up.” You quickly rise to your feet and he bends you over slightly in front of another mirror, you stick your hands out to try to ground yourself. He finally releases the grip in your hair so he can pull down your leggings then rips your panties off, bringing the scraps to his nose to sniff them before tossing them aside. “You smell so fucking sweet and look at this cunt, so fucking wet.” He bends down and grabs your ass, using one of his thumbs to spread your lips while using the other to smear your arousal over your clit.

He spits on your entrance and watches it trail down, just before it reaches your clit he sticks his tongue out to clean it off. “Taste just as sweet too, like the perfect peach on a hot summer day.” He licks up your slit again then spits on your pussy once more before standing straight. His cock bobs as he moves close to you, he grips the base and taps it against your waiting hole, chuckling as a whimper escapes your lips. “Didn’t you know it’s not polite to enter before knocking? I’m just showing you how much of a gentleman I can be.” He bites his lip as he continues to tap his cock against you, glancing at you through the mirror. “Please, just fuck me already. Give me all of you.” You rasp out your words as you look at his distorted reflection.

His eyebrows raise slightly for a moment before he shrugs, “don’t cry when I give you what you want.” He places his free hand on your hip before he slams into you, the sheer stretch of his cock making more tears spill from your eyes. Your mouth falls open as you cry out, your legs trembling as he starts thrusting into you. His pace is rough, his heavy balls slap against your clit and you’re sure that you won’t be able to hold yourself up much longer. “Now you’re really getting fucked, this is what you’ve gotta get used to from here on out. No more of that gentle bullshit, no more slow thrusts, all of that romance shit is dead just like your pathetic little boyfriend.” Of course he has to use the opportunity to rub in what he did. Why wouldn’t he? You’re at your weakest point and he just has to pour salt on the wound.

“Well, maybe I’ll be gentle on our wedding night. Depends on how good that cake is and how good the booze are.” He chuckles as he continues to slam into you, your body trembles with each thrust and you struggle more and more to keep yourself up. “I-I can’t hold myself up any longer, my legs are too weak.” You moan out your words and you look around, seeing all the distorted reflections of him fucking you. It’s like a horror movie on repeat. He slams into you once more and uses his strength to push you up against the mirror you’re in front of more. Your cheek is now pressed against the cold surface and his arms wrap around you.

“Better now? I’ll keep you close like this, just make sure you keep looking into that mirror there, it's the closest one to a regular mirror and you can watch yourself fall apart.” He keeps himself pressed against you as he ruts into you. It's animalistic the way he grunts and groans in your ear, his pace is still hard and rough. You watch yourself getting ruined, just like he wanted you to and while it should make you sick to your stomach, it turns you on more than anything.

Your (now dead) boyfriend would never do something like this with you, he wouldn’t have even thought about it. Oddly enough, you can’t help but wonder what other sick and twisted ideas he’ll have in store for you. You wonder what other positions he’ll fuck you in, what other places he’ll take you in, what hidden kinks he has, how rough he might get, how he’ll fuck when he’s angry with you, would he want to tie you up or use toys on you? The ideas just flow and don’t stop.

His lips brush against the shell of your ear and you’re pulled from your thoughts. “What are you thinking about little fawn? Those pretty eyes are filled with wonder and this cunt keeps clenching around me tighter.” You whimper as his cock brushes against your g spot and you turn your head as much as you possibly can to try to look at him, “I’m thinking about what else you’ll have in store for me, how depraved you can be. How would you want to take me next? Where would you fuck me next? What other kinks or ideas you might have that’s hidden from me.”

He laughs as he suddenly pulls out of you and then turns you to face him, he bends down to hook his arms under the backs of your knees and lifts you with ease. Your back is now pressed against the mirror and you wrap one arm around his neck while your other hand grips his cock, lining him with your entrance so he can fuck you again. He watches you with a smirk on his face and he enters you in a swift motion, knocking the wind out of you as he thrusts harder and faster than before. He leans in close to your neck, biting down on whatever skin he can get to, making you cry out louder. “You’re just as sick and twisted as I am. I knew it was fate when I met your boyfriend all those times, I even watched him. I learned his habits and I learned about you. I even started to watch you, instead of him being my main target, it was you. I had to get rid of him to get to you and here we are. Two twisted and depraved people.”

You dig your nails in his shoulder as the coil in your stomach tightens and you use your other hand to lightly tug on his hair. He pulls from your neck and you smash your lips against his, muffling your cry as your orgasm rips through you. It’s so powerful and it makes you tremble in his hold. He fucks you through your orgasm and messily thrusts into you a few more times before cumming inside of you. His orgasm mixes with yours as it starts to leak around his cock. You break the kiss to look at the mess that’s now staining the ground beneath where you two are connected. You bite your lip and look into his eyes as you both pant. He pecks your lips and slowly pulls out of you before setting you on the ground for a moment. You stumble and reach out to hold onto his shoulders to try to steady yourself.

It erupts laughter out of both of you and he quickly fixes himself up before pulling your leggings up. He bends down to scoop you up bridal style and starts walking. “You know, as I was chasing you, I really thought you’d get away from me. Good thing I came here earlier this week to break some of the mirrors. I even thought about boarding the exit shut so you’d really be stuck here but that would be pretty cruel.” He chuckles and you hold onto him tightly, you feel the warmth from his laughter and the way he looks at you.

You can’t really wrap your head around it, but this is your life now. You’re stuck with this man who is a killer, who’s a brute and rough in all the right places.

And oddly, it gives you some comfort to know that this is who you’re stuck with.

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[dross-the-fish]

personally I'd love to see your even scarier and gorier art. The way people come into your inbox talking about your art being "too scary" or "too dark" when you are illustrating characters and concepts from *horror novels* boggles my mind.

in all fairness it's kind of my own doing. most of what I write or draw on this blog is fluff. It tends to be very indulgent, feel good drabbles and doodles. Which I like as much as anyone but I feel like it has given the impression that my characters and AU are softer than they actually are. Here's an example of one of the more "scary" sketches I did. it's just concept art for now but it's the scene where Hyde murders Carew. I headcanon that Edward's shape isn't totally static, that's part of why no one can really pinpoint what's "wrong" about him, because he slides a scale between human and inhuman depending on his mood. This is directly a result of Edward being what Henry makes of him. The more Henry thinks of him as a monster the more monstrous he can become and the harder it is for Henry to control Edward's impulses, which are his own impulses. I picture this is the first time Henry really lost control and was shocked to find himself in that state, barely human, nothing but wordless instinct and a deep burning hatred the likes of which he had never imagined himself capable.

[ficresc]

“It’s the most—sickening, exciting—feeling in the whole world.” 

This Way Lies Madness by setosdarkness [E, 50k]

[look-i-love-u]

Galladrabble - Dream

Thank you, @callivich, for this week's @galladrabbles prompt: dream. It finally gave me some idea on how to continue my True Crime! Au which was on hiatus for the last few weeks.

Here's what happened so far: Ian, who grew up with Clayton on the Northside, is currently staying at the Gallaghers' house. He's got his own True Crime Podcast which starred The Milkoviches, much to Mickey's displeasure. But they got close. And Mickey shared his deepest darkest secret with Ian... it did not go well...

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His home looks totally normal. Big, white and well-cared for.

Just the small red dots leading to the front door give away that something’s amiss.

Ian opens it anyway - Stares down the long corridor. The wooden staircase. More red. Smeared, dropped, splashed.

His heart is racing, his palms sweating. 

Someone steps into his line of vision.

That’s weird….

…Mickey’s never been in this house.

Now he is. With a red knife and a manic grin…

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Ian wakes up in a different house.. Wipes tears from his eyes.

He needs to find out what Mickey did…or the nightmares will never stop.

[inkykeiji]

ooooo okay i like that last anon’s question. if you don’t mind me asking, how would touya-ni react if the reader had like a toxic sibling instead? (definitely don’t have one myself *cough* heheh). would he still just not care? or i guess if the sibling went out of their way to make the reader’s life miserable i guess, how would touya-ni respond?

good question!!! ultimately, he would murder them, most likely—but it would take him a while to get to that point, and he’d try to discourage their behaviour and put a stop to it through other means (ie threatening and then following through on those threats when the sibling disobeys or doesn’t listen) before finally resorting to murder. he’d prefer not to murder them, just to avoid the potential headaches that’ll inevitably come along with it, but eventually it gets to a point where (in his twisted mind) he has no other choice. it’d be one of those tensions that builds slow and steadily, bubbling beneath his flesh, hotter and hotter and hotter until it finally bursts free and consumes him in a fit of scorching rage. watching his sweet little sister get treated in such a manner by anyone other than him makes his vision bleed red, makes his teeth grind and his heart ache, and he can only take so much of it before he has to put an end to it, permanently.

[screamqueen-slcter]

( taylor russell.  cis woman .  she/her)  - the  chicago  resident , (  kalina slater-horne ) ,  was  heard  blaring  (  hammer horror/kate bush )  this  morning  .  the  ( twenty five)  year  old  is  a  ( true crime podcaster )  in  the  city  &  has  lived  the ( west ) tower  for  (  six months ) .  since  being  here  ,  they  have  been  told  to  be  ( shy )  ,  but  also  ( enthusiastic ) ,  i  guess  we'll  find  out  soon  !  

tw :Death, Eating Disorder, Depression, Murder

Born in San Francisco as the only child of Lenora and Michael Slater, Kalina’s life started out like everyone else’s but would grow to be a little scary at times. From a very young age, Kalina loved to be scared. Her mother had been an artist and photographer who had instilled a love of the strange and unusual with her daughter which the young future horror fan gravitated to. She remembers getting her first book of poems by Edgar Allen Poe, the first time she peaked behind the blankets watching a slasher, or the first time she saw her first ever crush Elvira mix humor and horror to great effect. All of these were things that had inspired her greatly.

While she had been shy in school Kalina was able to turn into a far more introverted and outspoken person when it came to horror. It was that one niche that she knew everything about and could out do anyone knowledge wise about the genre. She knew she wanted to follow her mothers footsteps and do something creative that was also a little bit scary too. In many ways horror became a security blanket when others were cruel. It was hard at times to want to hang out with others who saw you as the weird girl; especially when they began pick on her because she didn’t seem to fit in with other kids in her grade. The more people we’re cruel to her the more she tried to ignore them. Her hobbies were a security blanket that only grew to protect her further once her mother died.

With her mother gone, Kalina started to lean into a more realistic horror; true crime . Her father was trying to protect Kalina and had tried to keep the reason her mother had died from her, but Kalina was a very inquisitive young woman and discovered her mother had been murdered and no one knew who had done it. San Francisco was a large city and one that seemed to have more and more people pass through daily. It was the fact that things had been a mystery that sent Kalina down a rabbit hole that followed her into adulthood.

She began to fixate on unsolved mysteries and murders and just wanted to find answers that she never got from her own mothers death. But as the longer time went on the more she began to alienate herself from other people. She started to not even notice the way people would bully her in school or the fact that her own father was dating someone again. She just wanted to focus on her hobbies because it kept her safe from dealing with the reality that she wasn’t coping with her mothers loss well. The more she’d research the less she’d sleep or eat or really do anything other than try to solve what happened to her mom. Eventually, her father had to step in and seek out help in order for Kalina to get better. On some level her fathers involvement helped more than anything because it revealed how much he had also been hurting from the death of her mother. They were able to be more open and bond again and soon Kalina was able to accept that there had been changes to her life and was able to finally leave home and move to Chicago to save up for school.

While things were looking up for Kalina, one thing remained. Her love of the macabre. Horror and true crime were deep within her bones and as she reached college age and began to figure out what she wanted to do in life, a life in horror was the only option. The scary and spooky never strayed too far from her heart. It was something that still tied her to her mother and as she matured and reached her twenties Kalina knew exactly what she wanted in life. She wanted to help bring a light to the unsolved crimes of the world. She wanted to see if anyone else could help her solve her mother’s murder. She knows it’s not much yet, but it’s the first step in her other life goal of saving up enough money to be able to go back to school and study criminology. While still incredibly shy in her day to day life, Kalinas star shines bright when others watch her as the scream queen and talk about unsolved mysteries. A confidence and self assured woman is slowly starting to emerge from the ashes of her personal tragedy.

[jamescn-cassidy]

( joseph quinn.  cis man .  he/him)  - the  chicago  resident , (  jameson cassidy ) ,  was  heard  blaring  (  hurt the ones i love/the sounds )  this  morning  .  the  ( twenty six )  year  old  is  a  (  mechanic )  in  the  city  &  has  lived  the ( west ) tower  for  (  two months ) .  since  being  here  ,  they  have  been  told  to  be  ( haunted )  ,  but  also  ( clever ) ,  i  guess  we'll  find  out  soon  ! 

tw: drugs, death, abuse, murder

Jameson Cassidy never really got a fair shot in life and where he is now proved that he never really had a chance. Born to an incredibly dysfunctional family, Jameson didn’t know peace for most of his early years. His parents were in and out of jail for various illegal activities and much of the toxic environment was brought home to the young Jameson and his younger sister. The pair were often removed from their parents care and placed in the home of their aunt while the parents were either serving time or in rehab. Eventually, their behavior caught up with them resulting in his parents death’s while Jameson was still rather young. The siblings were then placed in the permanent care of their aunt.

While his homelife had improved considerably and was filled with love, the reputation of their parents followed them wherever they went. Even half of Chicago had been privy to the world Jameson and his sister had been subjected to when they were younger. It was like a scarlet letter that followed them no matter how much time had passed. It also didn’t help that as soon as Jameson hit puberty he started to act out himself. His circumstances may have been better, but the damage had already been done. It started small with taking things that weren’t his and being caught underage drinking. Then it escalated into stealing larger things,vandalism, and getting into fights. His aunt tried to help him the best she could, but it seemed like Jameson was heading down the same path as his parents despite how good things were becoming. There was a small silver lining though that kicked off what Jameson believed to be a change for the better

It seemed like a cliche for Jameson at first but he began to realize that love would save the day. He was actually incredibly bright but never wanted to apply himself in school. It was why he had found himself getting tutoring for a subject he knew but didn’t apply himself in. It was also how he met someone who would change his life. His tutor had been someone he had always seen in passing but never have a second glance at because he just didn’t think they existed in the same worlds, but she knew of him and didn’t think there was really a bad bone in his body. Just someone who had survived a lot and needed someone to give him a chance. It was that kind of care that made Jameson begin to fall in love with her.

If people had an image of him why should he prove them wrong if he knew deep down their mind had been already made up. Or at least that was what he thought at first, but from the moment of their first session Jameson realized not everyone had the same idea about him. He started to apply himself more and eventually brought his grades up enough to finish high school while also giving him the urge to pursue higher education. Jameson had always been good with his hands. He could fix anything that was in front of him and often found himself picking up shifts at the local garage. He knew if he just applied himself like he had done previously he might be able to work his way into a school to become and engineer. All through that time he had the support of his aunt, sister and now his girlfriend. He was going to make something of his life and try to ignore those who seemed to take issue with him. He was going to save up for school but also save up to propose to his girlfriend and the loud voices of a few couldn’t deter him.

Jameson wasn’t a fool though. He knew plenty of people had a good reason to dislike him. He was irresponsible and had a history of trouble. A history that sometimes still blended into the present and try as he might he couldn’t shake the sins of his past or his parents. He just wanted a shot to make something of himself. However, when a series of incidents started to happen in town, all fingers pointed to Jameson, even though for the first time it wasn’t him. He was being set up to take the fall for someone else. Who would ever believe he was innocent this time? Public opinion started to turn on Jameson again, but he wasn’t going to let it sit and rot away his progress. He began to work with his girlfriend to figure out who it was until it had been someone who had taken an issue with this new leaf he was turning over. It had been one of his friends who had been setting him up and essential blackmailing him. They were hoping Jameson would take the heat off of him for having a not so stellar past. Jameson was unsure how to react other than feeling hurt that his trust in someone had been broken. He also knew if he went to the cops about his friend no one would believe him as they were someone who was well liked in town and knew he’d get away with the lie

At the revelation; Jameson went off to find them and the pair got into a huge physical altercation. Jameson could have used his words or reported him to the police but he knew it wouldn’t do him any good. Unfortunately, the situation escalated and while they fought, Jameson’s opponent had slipped and fallen high and hard enough to break his neck. That moment Jameson’s whole future came crashing down. His college aspirations, his relationships, and his freedom.

Jameson spent the next few years in and out of court and jail trying to prove it had been an accident, and while he was ultimately charged with manslaughter he knew whatever good faith he had gained from trying to better himself had been destroyed that night. He blames himself for everything that night and wishes he could go back and fix things. It wouldn’t have fixed everything but he knew he should have just done something different. It cost him five years of his life even though the sentence had been 10 years . Fearing the worst, Jameson married his girlfriend to make sure the prison wouldn’t try to come up with a reason to keep them apart, the union had resulted in the birth of his daughter Emma who he hasn’t been able to get to know that much since he’d been incarcerated.

Now that he’s been released, Jameson tends to keep to himself. His small social circle is even smaller now that he’s become more reclusive and he’s someone who could be found mostly working on cars or reading by himself in a quiet place. He’s wary of old friends because he’s not sure what they knew or if they knew anything and if he is social; he takes a while to come out of his shell. He also has been avoiding his wife like the plague because he’s scared he has nothing to offer her anymore and believes that he wouldn’t be given another chance. However he’s still in love with her. Jameson also isn’t sure if he should insert himself back in her life or not. In the end he knows he’s in a strange sort of limbo and hopes that there are people who saw beyond what had happened and know he’s trying his best to stay out of trouble and live his family name down once and for all.

[shisui-uchiha-anon]

❝ How do you even look at someone knowing that they will be dead before the end of the day? ❞

𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐀 𝐖𝐀𝐑

"The key is not to feel anything. To detach yourself from reality, to kill your own heart and soul. To turn your love to hate passion to indifference and once your loving heart turns to stone you are half ready, and from stone to dust. I had my last meal with my family, it was LAST but I didn't know back then. That dinner was the most precious one, the food was perfect, my father was in a good mood, and my mentor was as well. But my failed plan backfired and I fell first. I lost my eye Danzo took it. I awaited the cold embrace of death, but it never came. I wish that it did. We would not be where we are now..."

He moved away his eye patch, showing stitched eyelid and a scar going vertically over it. "He dug out my eye, but the scar I made on my own in a fit of madness and anger."

"All I felt was resentment and anger toward Uchiha Itachi. I told him to protect the clan not to butcher them!" He slams his fist on the table rattling all the glasses. He spoke quietly after the fit of rage was over.

"Who is Uchiha Itachi to decide who lives and who dies? Why is Sasuke better than my family? Why he deserves to live, and my blood and my lover to die?" His smile was laced with chilling air, and his tone was even nastier. For the first time, she could hear that he cared and even loved someone.

"I was waitin', I bid my time. Till Sasuke like a little moron didn't go against everything Itachi "saved" a brat that should be killed the moment he was born. In all honesty, Fugaku is one to blame, even without the massacre Sasuke was a rotten apple poisoning the basket. Fugaku was praising one son and scolding another, weakening his already weak personality." Shisui's tone was light, his tone was forceful and vicious.

"So while they fought I got in, preventing Sasuke to kill Itachi his head was mine. But the brat didn't want to give up. So I Fought him while half alive Itachi watched. The kid was so arrogant and so disrespectful, that killed him. He thought that he is supreme he thought that he is Madara. And even Madara fell because of that. Manipulated the whole time. I killed him with the curved blade that I had as Akatsuki. I slit his throat and the silver blade drank his blood" The mad fury and violence brimming in Shisui's eyes was completely exposed. "I avenged my family when my blade went through Itachis chest. I felt nothing, my heart was turned to dust. How do I look them in the eyes? I looked Itachi right in the eyes and told him, See you in a fiery pit of Amaterasu's black flame"

[xxaelin-whitethornxx]

Name: Aelin Whitethorn D.O.B. : April 9th 1991 Gender, Pronouns & Sexuality:  Cis female; she/her; straight. Birthplace: Manhattan Profession: Independent Lawyer ( has her own practice with her name on it.)Currently: living in LA. Relationship status: Single Children: None Positive traits: very protective, loyal to her people, respectful, friend of her friend Negative traits: manipulative, arrogant (bratty most of the times), loss sense of fear.

Backstory:

Aelin is from a family of police officers from NYC, her dad is a detective that made a name for himself and graduated to detective due to the corruption that was happening within the department he was on.

Her mother is a stay at home mother, she was born into the high society in the city and Aelin never cared much for that, she always wanted to be like her dad but seeing the example, she turned against him and decided it was best for the whole family to just move to LA before getting her dad in jail as she did her ex.

She has two older brother, both cops.

Aelin fell in love when she was a household name at the lawyer practice she used to work. He was everything she wanted, rebel, outspoken, kind eyes but a temper. Aelin knew he was dangerous but she didn't know to what extent, until finding out about executions and deals with drugs and money.

TBC

[jamesonxcassidy]

Moby Dick: Has your muse ever desired revenge? Has your muse ever taken a quest for vengeance too far? How did it turn out in the end?

" I went to prison because I fought and then accidentally killed someone based on some lies that they were spreading about me. I think I know what wanting revenge looks like. I've been in this situation and it clearly went too far. It didn't turn out well and I wouldn't suggest for anyone to do it. ''

[screamqueen-slater]

like a virgin: share a controversial opinion.

"I don't think Sid Vicious killed Nancy Spungen. There's this amazing true crime documentary called ' who killed nancy' and it goes into the fact that there were far too many drugs in his system that night to actually have moved to stab her. Also their room was unlocked and that night Nancy was flashing a lot of money before going to their room, so it's most likely that she was killed from that. They even have an alternate suspect who was never actually charged, They weren't good for one another at all, but I don't think he killed her "

[eyes-blazing]

God Felet wanted to hug Mason, wanted to hold him closer and not let him go. Wanted to tell him that his father was an asshole and was wrong. Wanted to make sure Mason knew how fucking safe he felt, even when he was mad. But he couldn’t get past the knot in his chest. He blinked away tears, looking down at the folded paper in his hands.

“Not the poltergeist. Me. I’m too much work. Everyone realizes that pretty quickly, fuck my mom realized it before i was born. And T…” He played with the red flannel, unable to make himself get rid of it. He wanted to hate Titus but the older man had always kept him safe until he didn’t. “T fucking sold me to Donavan when he realized I wasn’t worth the effort.”

Felet opened his mouth to respond but then Mason had shut the door. He wanted to ask about the fox that apparently had followed them here, wanted to get the new origami off the dash and look at them. But he was annoyed now. He had always hated it when people told him what to do. He was young, not stupid. Titus had done the same, forcing him to take money even though he could earn it himself. He crossed his arms, staring out the window. He didn’t realize he was speaking until it was too late, unable to make the words stop. “You’ll realize soon enough that I’m too much work and I’ll be right back on the corner. You aren’t the first person to “save” me.”

[bowlerhatwearer]

🔺 Ian who did you first killed?

(TW: Murder, Death Mention)

Greetings Anon

~~

(2/10)

My first kill eh? Let me think about it for a moment, at this point the list of people I have send to their early graves, is quite vast.

I think...it one of the guards from the forced labour camp I was incarcerated in for years.

When the "Coastal War", was over, many of them took their legs in their hands and tried to make a run for it.

Said guard was one of those people, they were smart enough to realize that justice would try to catch up to them, but enough of a fool to leave a trail of breadcrumbs that lead me to them.

It wasn't judicial justice, who knocked on the door on that fateful day...it was vigilante justice....

~Ian

~~

Yours sincerely

Bowler

[inkykeiji]

i want touya-nii to hold me and tell me everything’s gonna okay and to kill my professors for giving me too much work hmph.

well of course he will hold you and murmur out comforts and sweet nothings to you, cradle you to his chest and scatter kisses across your face and scalp—that’s a given, always, no matter what. that’s a service he’ll always offer to you.

but so is slaughtering anyone you ask him to. killing is second nature to him; a normal bodily process at this point, and he has absolutely no qualms about murdering someone who is bothering you in any way. there are no reappraisals—if someone’s upsetting his baby, well, that’s already more than enough of a reason to end their life. there’s nothing else to it as far as he’s concerned; it’s simple. he really doesn’t give a fuck about any other aspect besides the fact that this person was troubling you, doesn’t feel much of anything at all about it aside from a few faint flickers of malicious glee as he watches life wane from their eyes, bright shining fear fading into something dull and dead just before that telltale thud! as the body hits the floor. because now he’s solved yet another one of your problems, eradicated yet another inconvenience for you, and that thought alone has a small smirk spreading across his face, sharp gaze softening a little as a few cinders of giddy joy spark to life in his chest.

he’s so happy he can do these things for you. he’s sure you’ll appreciate him rectifying this little nuisance for you, too <3

[jamesonxcassidy]

what's one thing your muse always gets asked about?

"It's a toss up between my time in prison or if I really did what they said I did in order to go to prison. I don't like talking about my time in prison so I usually just say something simple to quench their curiosity. I also don't want anyone to worry about me who may ask, so I also bend the truth. When it comes to what I did to go to prison, it doesn't matter what I say. Everyone who asks already thinks I'm a murderer. I didn't get released to convince anyone otherwise"

[jamesonxcassidy]

“ anyone with knowledge of google can tell me about my past ” Jameson replied with some humor to his voice. As Aurora bays very own murderer it was kind of easy to find information on him and his family which was why he didn’t really put too much stock in what she was saying. He also didn’t feel much like humoring her the way he’d do so with Darcy because he liked his best friends enthusiasm and encouraged it. In this case he didn’t trust this woman. “ another lucky guess. I look like my dad “ he added glancing back to her. he watched her once more and didn’t buy anything she was selling. “ I might bite though if you start digging around “ @jadexmartin

Jade let out a soft chuckle at his response to her question. She assumed he was a skeptic since others would be jumping at the opportunity to let her do a reading for them. Her face softened into an amused expression as she spoke, "A reading. I can tell you things about your future, your past, maybe even find someone you've lost." She eyed him as she spoke, trying to place a name to him as she thought he seemed familiar somehow. "You're that Cassidy boy." She noted, finally realizing who she was speaking to. It was a well known case in Aurora Bay and anyone who kept up with the news would probably recognize him, but it didn't matter. She was familiar with the case and she knew this could be easy. "I'll give you a reading. C'mon, I won't bite."

@jamesonxcassidy