#mark bill skarsgard

[crowsofdarkness]

The Mark of a Serpent: Fallen Angel! Eric Draven x Human!Reader.

Eric wandered the earth for centuries as one of the Fallen, forever in debt to the one he fell for. With blood on his hands, he walks away from a murder he'd been ordered to do, unaware of the witness who had seen everything. Now to prove he deserves his spot among the Fallen, Eric needs to kill the witness. He had every intention until he saw a certain mark on her neck.

a/n: tags for this are open! This will have dark themes such as mature smut, murder, blood, and violence. There will be a lot of themes I pulled from the book series, Hush Hush by Becca Fitzpatrick. I do not own any of her characters or ideas, it's simply used as inspiration.

ONE • TWO: coming soon.

[ilovetheideaofu]

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[sweettater96]

[your-moms-a-dick]

A list that no one asked for; A list of my favorite Scream Queens and Kings

Samara Weaving (The Babysitter, Ready Or Not, Scream VI)

Kyle Gallner (Jennifer's Body, The Haunting In Connecticut, Scream V, A Nightmare on Elm Street, Smile, The Cleansing Hour, Mother May I, The Passenger)

Patrick Wilson (Insidious chapters 1, 2, & 5, The Conjuring 1-3)Hard Candy, In The Tall Grass)

Laurence Fishburne (The Matrix, Event Horizon, Predators, Nightmare on Elm Street 3: Dream Warriors)

Katie Cassidy (Supernatural, A Nightmare on Elm Street, Wolves at the Door, When a Stranger Calls, Black Christmas)

Daniel Kaluuya (Get Out, Nope)

Heather Langenkamp (A Nightmare on Elm Street, Dream Warriors, New Nightmare, Hellraiser Judgement, Home, The Butterfly Room)

Mark Patton (A Nightmare on Elm Street 2: Freddy's Revenge, Swallowed)

Toni Collette (Hereditary, The Sixth Sense, Pieces of Her, Krampus, Fright Night, Knives Out)

Kate Siegel (Hush, The Haunting of Hill House, Midnight Mass, The Haunting of Bly Manor, Ouija, Oculus, The Curse of the Black Dahlia)

Jaeden Martell (IT, IT Chapter Two, Mr.Harrigan's Phone, The Lodge, Knives Out)

Bill Skarsgard (IT, IT Chapter Two, Barbarian, Hemlock Grove, The Devil All the Time, Castle Rock, Villains)

Tony Todd (Candyman, Final Destination 1-5)

Thank you for listening and feel free to add to this

[anastasiaskarsgard]

The spit in my face song with Merk

Ok so I had to look up this song and it did not disappoint. Also I noticed after I wrote all this for Mark, that it asked for Merkle. Sorry! Listening to your song suggestion, really inspired this disturbing little shit show, and even though it won’t get a lot of likes, I’m proud of it.

So the idea is after high school, Mark becomes a big influencer and has a toxic relationship with a new girl. This is from her point of view and gives you a peak into their relationship and how toxic two people can become. How helpless and lost.

WARNING!!!! Drugs, language, toxic relationship, domestic violence, cheating, psychotic behavior, gaslighting, disturbing, sex smut, self harm, suicidal ideation, controlling behavior WARNING!!!!

Ok here’s the lyrics:

Spit in my face, my love, it won't phase me

Spit in my face, my love, it won't change me

Spit in my face, my love, I've gone crazy

Spit in my face, my love, I've gone mad

Spit in my face, my love, it won't phase me

Spit in my face, my love, it won't change me

Spit in my face, my love, I've gone crazy

Spit in my face, my love, I've gone mad

This is your fault

And I don't need you anyway

Stumble out the bathroom

Stumble out your arms again

She doing crank in the room with a noose and a Backwood

The bitch still call me crazy, lil' ho, how does that work?

She got the guest house jumpin' up with smoke out the attic

You're right, I know we love to argue, let's get at it

Wasted, sippin' on that liquor, you can taste it

Girl, don't touch that drink, I know you laced it

I don't know what to say except you're

Mine, mine, mine, mine, mine

You crush my heart and say it's nothing

You broke me down, I kept on cutting

I bleed for you and now I'm gushing

I bleed for you, but you never cared

Spit in my face, my love, it won't phase me

Spit in my face, my love, it won't change me

Spit in my face, my love, I've gone crazy

Spit in my face, my love, I've gone mad

Spit in my face, my love, it won't phase me

Spit in my face, my love, it won't change me

Spit in my face, my love, I've gone crazy

Spit in my face, my love, I've gone mad

Fo' sho'

Tell me give it up, I'll leave everyone in the cold

All I wanna say, I'll do anything you can do

Show me heroin, I'll shoot it through my motherfuckin' bones

She doing crank in the room with a noose and a Backwood

The bitch still call me crazy, lil' ho, how does that work?

She got the guest house jumpin' up with smoke out the attic

You're right, I know we love to argue, let's get at it

You crush my heart and say it's nothing

You broke me down, I kept on cutting

I bleed for you and now I'm gushing

I bleed for you, but you never cared

Spit in my face, my love, it won't phase me

Spit in my face, my love, it won't change me

Spit in my face, my love, I've gone crazy

Spit in my face, my love, I've gone mad

Spit in my face, my love, it won't phase me

Spit in my face, my love, it won't change me

Spit in my face, my love, I've gone crazy

Spit in my face, my love, I've gone mad

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I always watch you. You always think I think that I’m better than you. You think I think you are obsessed with me. What a joke. You are mine. You’ll never belong to another. I think you think if you really wanted to leave me, you could. You’re so So adorable. So dumb. You are mine. What we have is beyond love. You are a part of me, and I you. Everyone says you are lucky. Everyone envies you. Do you know that? Do you even care? You’re such a fucking cunt. Such a whore. Such a princess. But you’re mine. You’re perfect. Im always watching you.

-Mark

You hate him. You have never hated anyone or anything as much as your boyfriend. You want to send this to the media, show the whole world what a sick fuck Mark really is. Reveal the monster beneath the image of their favorite TikTok star. Show them how easily they have been fooled. How easy it is for people to buy into his bullshit.

Instead you sit here in your gilded cage and stare at the note you found on the windshield of your car. You have another few notes you have found in other places; under the doormat, in your mail, on the balcony table, on the bathroom mirror.

You have no idea what he’s up to with al these. Is he talking out his ass, waxing poetic, or trying to freak you out? If he’s trying to insinuate something, or has he just been awake too long? This had been going on for a little over a week now, since your last huge fight.

He’d burst into the bathroom, only to freeze in his tracks. Two of the prettiest green eyes you’d ever seen, stared at you in horror. you couldn’t find it in yourself to care what he was thinking. You’d had it with the games, the lies, the perfume. You looked away from him, refusing to look back at him no matter what crashed or shattered. He’d been having another tantrum, but you were so used to them by now, you just waited to hear the door slam. He hated being ignored by you, but you didn’t care. He’d killed all your caring. All your hope.

“You look so pretty when you cry. “

You hated when he told you that. You wished with all your heart, you could stop the tears from falling. They only encouraged him, and he didn’t care if you cried, or how he had likely caused it.

Except when he was thrusting inside you, whispering in your ear, making your pussy spasm. He’d smirk those perfect plump lips, and call you his pretty little whore. The toxic depravity had you screaming his name, relishing in the monster only he allowed you to see. He had fooled everyone into believing he was this kind, sweet, wonderful boyfriend. Everyone was so jealous of what they thought you had, and the lie or fantasy was enough at first.

“Better not piss me off, or I can replace you.”

At one point, you got off on the envious glares, and entire forums dedicated to why you were the luckiest girl in the world. The glamorous events, and red carpet moments splashed across countless websites and social media. Crowds filled with ‘ awws’ as Mark held your hand, rubbing soothing circles with his thumb, as he answered the endless idiotic questions his “fans” wanted to know. He’d smile at you sweetly, saying how you inspired him just by being by his side.

It nearly made you sick if you allowed yourself to think about it. But you tried not to be sober and maintained yourself in a narcotic cloud so you weren’t always aware what was going on. It was easier that way. If you paid attention, you might blurt out that the conceited fucker already thought he was a God.

You were a possession, or possibly even a pet, that was lucky enough to get his attention. He didn’t think of you as anything more than a beautiful possession, no matter what he claimed. Actions speak louder than words. So do scars. . But Nobody wanted to hear that about your perfect boyfriend. They wanted the lie. No one cared about you, the accessory.

“Why do you always look like you’re somewhere else? There’s nowhere else you should be besides next to me or under me. Never forget that.”

He didn’t like you to have any focus besides him, so any hobbies or accomplishments were met with fury or mockery as soon as you two were alone. He never showed anyone but you the monster he was deep inside. In a sick way, you felt special, although admitting that to yourself brought the deepest shame.

“Do you think mastering such simple tasks is an accomplishment? Do you want a medal for the bare minimum?”

Your fists would clench, and your eyes would cast down. You’d bite out a backhanded insult, or downright ugly truth; something to make him feel just as small as he made you feel. His face when it appeared as if you just might have chipped a little ice off that frozen heart, made the bruises you’d receive after, worth it.

Sometimes you’d be so high, you wouldn’t feel any of the harm he was inflicting, and you’d laugh. Laugh and laugh, until everything went dark. You’d wake up later with a splitting headache and ringing in your ears. It was worth it though. The look of actual pain on his handsome face, right before it morphed into rage, brought a smile to your face even now.

“Without me, you’re nobody. Where do you think you can go where I won’t find you? I don’t need you, but you’re mine mine MINE MINE!

Your relationship wasn’t always bad. It started pretty exceptional. You had met him at an animal shelter, you used to frequently volunteer at. He had been there looking for a small pet for his little sister. You had been nearly struck dumb when he asked you to help him choose one.

His dark jeans and simple white t-shirt, somehow brought out his devastatingly good looks even more. Gorgeous green eyes, full pouty lips, adorable dimples, the cutest nose to ever grace a grown man’s face, perfect complexion, slightly unkempt soft chocolate hair, fit trim body, on a very tall frame; you couldn’t have chosen his best feature at gunpoint. He was that beautiful. You’d once made a joke that he was more beautiful than all the women you knew too. You’d gotten a hard backhand slap for making that little joke. You’d forgotten his sense of humor was nonexistent when he wasn’t high.

“It’s all your fault. Why do you always love to argue? You make me so crazy. It’s like you want me to hurt you.”

Or maybe it’s the ninth rail you just took to the dome. Who can stay sweet and calm when they are coked out of their mind? Of course it’s your fault he’s like this. Why he’s so angry and pissy all the fucking time. Because everything in his life is everyone’s else’s fault. Never him. He’s always the victim, or innocent bystander. Nothing he does to you, is his fault. You bring it all on yourself.

“Why do you always start fights? I just want you to let me love you and listen. None of my friends girlfriends treat them like you treat me.”

One time you actually did try to escape him. Back in the early days of your relationship, before he was famous, and just starting to get a following. Back when you could go places together and no one recognized him. He’d been in a particularly shitty mood, and shoved you into a wall. It hadn’t been the first time he’d been violent towards you, but it’d gotten your attention for some reason. Standing in the bathroom, staring in the mirror, watching your skin turn shades of black and blue, you’d decided you were going to ghost him.

And for awhile you did. You blocked him on every social media platform, blocked his phone number and gotten a new job and apartment across town. He had found out your new number, and tried to call from a few random numbers, but you never answered your phone anyways, so that was unsuccessful for him. You thought you were over him and could move on.

Then you’d run into him at the mall. He’d looked amazing as usual, and he’d embraced you and whispered in your ear��

“I’ve never had feelings for anyone before, so now that I have them all for you at the same time, I don’t know how to handle it. You crushed my heart and say it’s nothing. I want you so bad right now I feel like I’m bleeding. I want to have you writhing in ecstasy, and gushing, please tell me you care.”

He had looked so vulnerable, and so earnest, you bought it. Hook line and sinker. You’d gone with him to his place, where he’d ripped your clothes off, and thrown you on his bed, before fucking you so good you thought he was a God. He’d worshipped your body like you were a goddess yourself, and your name from his lips had sounded like a prayer.

Mark always fucked you like he was trying to make you a permanent part of himself. He would praise you for being the perfect pillow princess, or tell you how pretty your pussy looked as it took his cock. How perfectly your body took his. You were always watching his face, watching your body.

Then something would snap. He’d go from adoring you to pounding into you like a man possessed. Calling you filthy names, pulling your hair, slapping you, spitting in your mouth, fucking you on the floor, out on the balcony. It was like a demon possessed him and took over with only one mission; to ruin you for any other man.

And you loved it. Adored being his dirty little whore, and welcomed all the rough treatment and how he’d say the most possessive, depraved things as he emptied himself inside of you. It was a mockery of lovemaking, and more like an unhinged fuckfest between two damaged beasts. You’d fuck all night, only stopping to take another hit of whatever your drug of choice was that evening, or to use the restroom. By its end, you both were covered in marks, bruises, cuts and various bodily fluids. It was manic, it was all consuming. It proved to be more addicting than any of the substances in your systems, fueling these fuckfests.

“How can the prettiest girl I have ever seen, also be the filthiest whore?”

You thought it was love. The screaming and arguing. the broken phones, the ruined meals, and the holes in walls. the bloody noses, broken fingers, sprained wrists, and broken teeth that made you have to make up excuses when people saw both your marks. No one would understand you two, you were both too fucked up. No one could possibly relate to being or loving an addict, a whore, a liar, a slut, a sadist, a masochist, an abuser, a victim or a monster.

You understood it though. You had become his outlet for when everything came to be too much. You told yourself it was to protect him, and all the girls that would fall victim to his looks and charm if you walked away. You were a martyr and for awhile that was ok. When he really hurt you a few times, he’d been so sorry and make a million excuses or justifications.

“You have no idea how stressed out i am. Everyone watches me now.Everyone expects so much from me! You’re supposed to be my ride or die!”

None of it hurt as bad as the first time he’d come home smelling of sex and victoria’s secret perfume. You’d snapped. Smashing his television by tomahawking his new laptop into the center of it. You clawed and scratched, and screamed till your voice cracked and your vocal chords strained, and still you didn’t stop. You shouted every hateful thought you’d built up over time in this relationSHIT, and every single thing you knew would hurt his inflated sense of self he possessed. You told him how he’d turned into everything he hated, and you could never love him.

“If you ever try to leave me again, I can’t be held responsible for any accidents that happen to your friends or family.”

You never had hated someone so much as you hated him in that moment. You should have killed him where he stood, but instead you locked yourself in the bathroom doing lines, and carving designs in your flesh with a razor blade. You’d never understood why people cut themselves, and you still didn’t, but you thought you’d give it a try.

Anything to make your heart stop hurting.thats when He’d busted in the bathroom, prepared to likely drag you out, but froze at the sight of your bloody thigh and hands. You heard the door slam and that had been the last time you’d seen him. You looked down at the scabbed over cuts healing on your inner thigh. Absently you wondered if you’d ever be able to wear a bathing suit again, without receiving uncomfortable glances and questions.

Getting up you made your way to the bathroom. Now when you looked in the mirror, you hardly recognized the face staring back at you.

So empty. So broken. A shell of the person you once were.

He had successfully made you feel helpless. You weren’t you anymore, only an extension of him. You looked tired. There were dark circles under your eyes, and your face was starting to look sucked in from the weight you kept losing. Before you met him, you used to starve yourself to be thin. Now you could barely choke down a taco. Eating had become another mundane chore.

Lost in your self contemplation, you hadn’t heard the front door open, or the footsteps down the hall until you turned around and he was standing right there in the doorway. Unsure of his present mood you just stared at him. He finally approached you like you were a wild animal, and slowly dropped to his knees before gently embracing your legs and pulling you towards himself.

Even though he was on his knees, his head still was at your chest. Slowly, tentatively, he started to pepper soft kisses across your stomach, working his way down to your scabbed up inner thigh. Curious to see what he’d do, you remained passive, not saying a word or pulling away.

Gently, ever so gently, he kissed every scab, every slash, before gently pulling your underwear down to your ankles.

You knew you should stop this, but gazing down at him, you couldn’t help but feel happy he was home. You’d started to doubt he was going to return yesterday, and you’d been surprised by how devastated that had made you feel. How lost. He attacked your core, like a man starved and brought you to your peak more times that night than you could recall. All previous contemplations were lost to his actions.

He was like an angel when he slept. You’d watch him like that for hours. You’d lay in bed, memorizing every line, the arch of his brow and the curve of his lip, hoping he didn’t wake to find you staring at him.

He snuggles into your side, blocking your view, and you tried to give in to sleep, but you needed to pee. Carefully removing yourself from the bed, you quietly crept out of the room and over to your bathroom.

Sitting on the toilet, you see all his clothes strewn about with yours, and suddenly hear a vibration. Pulling his cell phone from his pocket, you check to see he has a bunch of missed texts and calls, but it’s locked so you can’t see who they are from, or what they’re about. Seeing he has enabled Face ID and changed his passcode, you become suspicious. You knew you would never get any sleep unless you saw who was texting at such a late hour.

Making your way back in the room, you hold the phone in front of his face to unlock it. Finding success on the second try, you make your way out to the living room to see what he’s been up to. There is a part of you that just wanted to put the phone back in his pocket and save yourself the heartache, but curiosity got the best of you. Scanning through the texts, you were pleased to see they were all from guys.

Problem with that tho, is you were once the absolute worst type of person too. So you knew to never trust a name at face value. Upon opening a few conversations, it became clear that “Billy Boy” was actually a girl, as well as “blonde mechanic” and “Pizza Hut”.

The deeper you dug, the more you found. Nude pictures were aplenty, but they weren’t even the worst part. Not even the clip of his dick obviously going into a different vagina was what set you off. The worst thing by far was the blatant disrespect he showed by actually talking about you to these women. Sharing pictures of you with them of you and your pets. Making fun of you, and even sharing details about your personal life, or your relationship. Things you had told him at your most vulnerable, he mocked with these fucking whores.

Seething in rage you look at the coffee table and see his weird note from earlier. Snatching it up, you read it over a few more times, trying to gather your thoughts. You were so mad, you were shaking.

Rising to your feet, you went into the bathroom and did a line. And then another. And another…. And then it hit you. You had never been so sure about anything in your life. You could hear what he said the last time a few girls had told you they fucked your boyfriend. They weren’t the first by a long shot, but they were finally starting to get to you. You used to be so certain that he loved you. He was really bad at loving you, but you at least were sure he did.

“You’re the only girl for me. All those girls are liars. They wish I’d fuck them, but I only fuck you. I put it on my life I never would cheat on you. You can’t believe everything you see and hear. You just need to believe what I say.”

You went to your bedroom closet, pushed your coats apart, to reveal a small safe. Entering the combination and hearing the locking mechanism release, ran a chill up your spine. It was invigorating.

Inside was the handgun your dad had gotten you a few years ago. It was a shiny 38 special revolver. You reached out and wrapped your fingers around the gun. It always surprised you how heavy it was. Unlike most handguns that are mostly plastic, revolvers are solid metal, milled to perfection. Reliable and dependable, damn near guaranteed to never let you down when you need them most.

If only Mark were more like your gun.

You stood up and walked to the side of the bed, and stared down at him a few minutes. You wanted to absorb every detail, every imperfection and flaw that had only endeared him to you more.

He smiled in his sleep, showing his dimples he hated so much. He really was beautiful. The way his eyelashes lay against his cheek with his cheekbones that could cut glass, and his perfect skin, that you swore had no pores. His little button nose brought a sad smile to your face even now, and the telltale burn in the back of your eyes was coming on quick, alerting you to the teardrops now streaming down your face.

Was this the right thing to do? Shouldn’t you be the bigger person, and turn around, and leave, and never look back? Were you being lazy? Crazy? Over reacting? Selfish?

Probably.

“Mark!” You shouted.

He opened his eyes, noticing the gun in your hand. “Baby no! What are you doing?” He shouted. He tried to scramble out of the bed, clumsy from the shock of waking up too fast without his muscles ready for movement. Catching himself from crashing off the side of the bed on both hands, he raised his face and your eyes met. “Don’t do it baby. Please. I can’t protect you from this if you do.”

He really was so beautiful. The most beautiful boy you’d ever laid eyes on.

“We can’t be helped.” You smiled, and pulled the trigger…

[notarobotipromise]

my life story in one post

me if being obsessed with older men was illegal

[littlemelaninfics]

Hi! I see you write for Bill Skarsgard and characters. I was wondering if I could request Eric Draven being a complete and totally pleasure Dom and he ends up putting you into subspace for the first time.

Excuse me, I need a moment 🥴

“Kneel for me.” 

You obediently sank to your knees in front of your dom, your head tilting back as your hair was harshly yanked by the god above you before he filled your pretty mouth with his cock. 

That had been hours ago. Now, you were spread out with your wrists and ankles bound to your metal bed frame. Your back arched, a strained cry leaving your lips as Eric landed a slap to your abused cunt. 

“Hold it. I didn’t say you could come again.” He snarled, feeling you get close for the fourth time that night. 

“I’m sorry, sir,” you whimpered softly, trying to keep yourself from coming as his deep thrusts nailed your cervix, making your vision spark with pain and pleasure. You yanked on the bonds that held your wrists, desperate to grab him and drag your nails down his back or pull him close to you. 

“Shh, just relax and take it, baby,” Eric nipped at your shoulder, disapproving of your attempts to struggle against his ties. You tried to still, and as you looked up at your Master, you felt the familiar haze wash over you that blurred the lines between your fantasy and reality. 

He saw it in your eyes, the all-too-familiar look he loved to see. You were teetering on the edge of slipping into subspace, and he knew you were hesitant. 

He's proven himself time and time again, so you trusted Eric with your life and you knew that he would never let you fall or abandon you while you were in that mindset. You were constantly in charge of managing every aspect of your life both at work and school, and you so badly wanted to give yourself to him in the bedroom, but you always needed a little push.

“Don’t fight it. I'm right here.” His swollen pink lips grazed yours.

The dangerous tone that had occupied his voice all night was gone as his lips brushed your ear, coaxing you into subspace. Your fourth orgasm rocked through you like a tidal wave, Eric’s skilled fingers gently rubbing circles on your clit as he kept his forceful thrusts. 

Euphoria flooded your body as you went stiff as stone. Somehow making you feel weightless as pleasure overwhelmed your senses. He knew by the glassy look in your eyes that you were so far gone, floating around in subspace. When you're in subspace, you strive to be the best girl you can be for him. You had already stopped yanking against the bonds, and your body had gone almost limp below his massive frame as you relaxed.

He detached himself from your throbbing cunt, earning a small whine at not feeling full. “Don't worry. I’m not done. Hang on for me.”

He kissed your lips, softening up now that you were in a different headspace. You weren’t very good at communicating when you were like this, and it made him hesitant to be rough with you. 

“That’s my good girl,” He murmured, kissing up your chest to leave a mark on your neck for you to blush at in the morning, and him to admire. 

“I know that you have one more for me, Y/N. You’ve been so good tonight, just give me another, then you can be done.” Eric urged you, gently fingering you while stroking your g-spot and lightly pulling your clit between his teeth. 

A silent scream caught in your throat and you arched your back, your thighs trembling erratically, your muscles sore and aching from how many times you’d cum that night. You barely heard his praises, only processing your own mind-numbing pleasure. You tried to retreat your hips, but to no avail,

“Y/N, you’ve got to learn to quit fighting these.” He hummed, touching the light red marks around your wrists, and you looked up at him with pathetic doe eyes,

“M’sorry, Daddy.” You whispered, your voice barely audible. He kissed both your thighs before roughly fingering you until you were soaking his massive forearm. He leaned his head down once again and greedily slurped his favorite drink.

That's five tonight.

Once he saw the tears streaming down your face, he climbed back up your body and kissed your lips tenderly. You murmured incoherently, and he slipped his tongue into your mouth, kissing you heavily. When you were yourself, you’d reach up to his hair and pull him in deeper, but now you were too fucked-out to think straight. 

He untied your limbs and sat you up enough to get behind you. You rested your head on his still damp chest. He reached over to the nightstand and grabbed the once chilled water and the face towel next to it. He dipped the towel and covered your forehead while telling you how good you were for him.

"I never thought I'd have the blessing of meeting someone like you and yet, here you are."

He pulled you to sit up, lifting the glass of water to your lips and supporting your head with his other hand. You opened your eyes, your gaze connecting with the deep green eyes that were full of love and adoration for you. You obediently swallowed the water he helped you drink, rehydrating your body.

Once you were relaxed enough to be moved, he lifted you off the bed and into the bathroom. He sat you on the pillow he placed on the stool before going to fill up the tub. You winced as the warm water swallowed your aching body as Eric sank down into the tub with you. You laid your head against his shoulder,

“I love you, Y/N” he said, kissing your temple as he rubbed soap over your body with his cool hands, gently massaging your sore muscles. 

“Love you,” you breathed, making him smile. 

“Can you drink some more for me, baby?” He held the glass, not quite trusting your muscle control yet. You finished the glass before he washed your hair, rubbing your scalp and pulling a pleased moan from your lips.

“Does that feel nice?” He laughed lightly, his chest vibrating against your back. You nodded, squirming as the bath water began to cool, becoming uncomfortable. 

Soon, you were wrapped in a fluffy towel and sat in front of the mirror, Eric standing behind you. He carefully ran your product through your mane, knowing you adored when he did so. It was intimate and tender, and he loved to comb through your tresses to show he loved you. This small gesture eased you back into reality so subtlety that it was a little ritual after a night like this.

“Was I good for you?” You spoke, making his eyes snap up to meet yours in the mirror. 

“Always.” He kissed the crown of your head. 

“Nice to have you back.” He spoke after several moments, his heart nearly bursting as you giggled softly. 

[sugar-petals]

𝒎𝒆𝒏’𝒔 𝒌𝒊𝒃𝒃𝒆 𝒕𝒚𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 🗃️

features actors, singers/musicians, k-pop stars, athletes & fictional characters 

uses the original 13 body type system, pure IDs are rare but they exist

names without links don’t have an analysis post, but i’m reasonably sure of the typing. notes at the end of the post!

with some retypes as this list has been 6 years in the making. but finally it’s here 🥳 enjoy!

[ ✒️ HEIGHT BENCHMARK ] below 5′10, a man cannot be FN/D/SD, above he cannot be any R/G, and no classics are beyond 6′0

new to this? guide/introduction 

read all typings in one go: browse my #kibbe body types tag 

typing takes time and effort - want to tip? pp: tigertarot@gmx.de

PURE DRAMATIC

➝‬ sharp yang face, long sharp yang bones, sharp yang flesh ➝‬ height must be above 5′10

alucard 6′0 (castlevania)

buckethead 6′6 (guitarist)

christopher lee 6′5

colin morgan/bbc’s merlin 6′0

damiano david 5′11

david tennant 6′1

dracula 7′3 (castlevania)

george russell 6′1 (f1 driver)

hyunsik 6′1 (cix)

johan liebert 6′0 (monster) 

john lennon 5′11

kai havertz 6′4 (soccer player)

keanu reeves 6′1

kento yamazaki 5′10

leonard nimoy 6′0

lucky blue smith 6′4½

matthew mcfayden 6′3

mihawk 6′5 (one piece)

nicholas braun 6′7

per ‘pelle’ ohlin 5′11½ (mayhem)

ravi 6′0 (vixx)

robert pattinson 6′1

sean o’pry 6′0

sehun 6′0 (exo)

snoop dogg 6′4

sosuke aizen 6′1 (bleach)

steve vai 6′0 

taz skylar/live action sanji 6′0

the joker 6′5

tom hiddleston 6′2

tokio hotel’s bill kaulitz 6′1

werner herzog 6′1

wonwoo 6′0 (seventeen)

SOFT DRAMATIC

➝‬ yin face, long sharp yang bones, yin flesh ➝‬ height must be above 5′9

austin butler 6′0

bambam 5′10 (got7)

barack obama 6′1

bill skarsgard 6′3

byungchan 6′1 (victon)

cha eun woo 6′0

christian bale 5′11

clark gable 6′0

dk 5′10 (seventeen)

enrique iglesias 6′2

eren yeager 6′0

eric roberts 5′10

esteban ocon 6′1 (f1 driver)

gomez addams/raúl julia 6′2

hades (disney) [height uncertain]

howl jenkins pendragon [height uncertain]

hyunjin 5′10 (stray kids)

james hetfield 6′1

jimmy page 5′11

junhwan cha 5′11 (figure skater)

lay zhang 5′10

manuel neuer 6′4 (goalkeeper)

mingyu 6′2 (seventeen)

nicholas hoult 6′2

jaehyun (nct)

jinshi (the apothecary diaries)

liam hemsworth 6′3

mark eydelshteyn 5′10

oliver bearman 6′0 (f1 driver)

prince naveen [height uncertain]

sam claflin 5′11

seokjin 5′10 (bts)

soobin (txt)

TOP 5′11

FLAMBOYANT NATURAL

➝‬ soft yang face, long sharp yang bones, soft yang flesh ➝‬ height must be above 5′10

alex albon 6′1 (f1 driver)

bad bunny 5′11

billy zane 6′0

chanyeol 6′1 (exo)

chris hemsworth 6′3

dave bautista 6′4

dave mustaine 6′0

david corenswet 6′3

david lee roth 6′0

donald trump 6′3

ethan torchio (maneskin)

gong yoo 6′0

heath ledger 6′1

hercules 6′2+

huening kai 6′0 (txt)

idris elba 6′2

jacob elordi 6′5

jason isaacs 5′11

johnny seo 6′2 (nct)

joohoney 5′11 (monsta x)

jordan barrett 5′11

josh hartnett 6′3

kylo ren/adam driver 6′2

namjoon 5′11 (bts)

manny jacinto 5′11

minho 6′0 (shinee)

lihaku 6′3 (the apothecary diaries)

lucas/wong yukhei 6′0

paul mccartney 5′11

paul walker 6′2

quentin tarantino 6′1

robin lake (dancer)

roronoa zoro 5′11

shan yu (mulan) [height unsure]

taeha (tears on a withered flower)

tarzan [height uncertain]

taylor zakhar perez 6′1 

the beast (disney) [height disputed]

the rock 6′5

tom welling 6′ 2¾  (smallville)

tyson beckford 6′0

vasiliy stephanov 6′3

william conrad (tiktoker)

yngwie malmsteen 6′3 (guitarist)

PURE NATURAL

➝‬ soft yang face, soft yang bones, soft yang flesh

billy magnussen 5′10

changkyun/IM 5′9 (monsta x)

daniel craig 5′10

elon musk 6´1

giacomo gianiotti 5′11

harry styles [height uncertain]

hyunsik 5′10 (btob)

javier bardem 5′11

jake enhypen 5′9

jensen ackles 6′0

jun 6′0 (seventeen)

kylian mbappé 5′10

pedro pascal 5′11

viggo mortensen 5ft 10 ¾ 

SOFT NATURAL

➝‬ yin face, soft yang bones, yin flesh

aaron taylor-johnson 5′11

bangchan 5′7 (stray kids)

christopher nolan 5′11

DEAN 5′10

dino (seventeen)

harold perrineau 5′10 (mercutio in romeo + juliet)

jungkook 5′10 (bts)

josh brolin 5′9

kit connor 5′11

leonardo dicaprio 6′0

mackenyu 5′9

marlon brando

max verstappen 5′11 (f1 driver)

michael b. jordan 6′0

nick robinson 5′11

nicholas galitzine 6′0

onew 5′10 (shinee)

oscar piastri 5′10 (f1 driver)

shownu 5′11

shrek

tom hardy 5′9

travis fimmel/ragnar 6′0

william shatner 5′7

yongguk 6′0

DRAMATIC CLASSIC

➝‬ balanced face, sharp yang bones, balanced flesh ➝‬ height must be below 6′1

adam brody 5′11

charles leclerc [height disputed, around 5′10] (f1 driver)

chen 5′8 (exo)

logan sargeant 5′11 (f1 driver)

kai 5′11 (exo)

kakashi hatake 5′11 (naruto)

matt bomer 5′11

morten harket 5′11

taehyung 5′10 (bts)

vernon 5′10 (seventeen)

yura borisov 5′10

PURE CLASSIC

➝‬ balanced face, balanced bones, balanced flesh ➝‬ height must be below 6′1

hayden christensen 6′0

liam payne 5′10

leroy sané 6′0 (soccer player)

lorenzo zorzulo 5′10

yeonjun 5′11 (txt)

SOFT CLASSIC

➝‬ yin face, balanced bones, yin flesh ➝‬ height must be below 6′0

beomgyu 5′11 (txt)

chace crawford 5′10

cillian murphy 5′10

jeonghan 5′10 (seventeen)

joshua 5′10 (seventeen)

lee know 5′8 (stray kids)

suho 5′8 (exo)

stanley tucci 5′8

yeosang 5′9 (ateez)

FLAMBOYANT GAMINE

➝‬ yin + yang face, short sharp + soft yang bones, yang flesh ➝‬ height must be below 5′11

antoine griezmann 5′9 (soccer player)

avan jogia 5′10

dane dehaan 5′8

g-dragon [height uncertain]

hoshi 5′10 (seventeen)

fernando alonso 5′7

james dean 5′7

j-hope 5′10 (bts)

joe locke 5′9

jonghyun 5′7 (shinee)

klaus kinski 5′8

louis tomlinson 5′7

messi 5′7

mick jagger 5′10

michael jackson 5′9

ringo starr 5′8

robert downey jr 5′8

taehyun (txt) 5′10

taeyong 5′9 (nct)

tim henson 5′9 (guitarist)

tom holland 5′8

willem dafoe 5′7

yungblud 5′10

PURE GAMINE 

➝‬ yin face, short sharp yang bones, sharp yang flesh ➝‬ height must be below 5′11

daehwi 5′8 (ab6ix)

eliot page 5′1 

frank sinatra 5′7

iñaki godoy 5′6 

levi ackerman 5′3

monkey d. luffy 5′8 (one piece)

timothee chalamet 5′10

wall-e 3′4

SOFT GAMINE

➝‬ yin face, short sharp yang bones, yin flesh   ➝‬ height must be below 5′10

andrew scott 5′8

armin arlert 5′6

baekhyun (exo) 5′9

childish gambino 5′9

cousin itt 3′11 (addams family)

daniel radcliffe 5′5

do kyungsoo (exo)

eddie van halen 5′8

elijah wood 5′6

euronymous 5′6 (mayhem)

gerard way 5′9

felix 5′8 (stray kids)

haechan 5′9 (nct)

i.n. 5′8 (stray kids)

jacob romero/live action usopp 5′7

j balvin 5′7

josh hutcherson 5′5

niall horan 5′8

lando norris 5′9 (f1 driver)

logan lerman 5′9

martin freeman 5′7

shoma uno 5′2 (figure skater)

tony chopper 2′11 (one piece)

kevin hart 5′2

valtteri bottas 5′8 (f1 driver)

wooyoung 5′8 (ateez)

woozi 5′5 (seventeen)

xiumin 5′8 (exo)

yoongi/suga 5′9 (bts)

yuki tsunoda 5′2 (f1 driver)

zac efron 5′8

THEATRICAL ROMANTIC

➝‬ yin face, yin + sharp yang bones, yin flesh ➝‬ height must be below 5′11

david kibbe [height undisclosed]

jackson wang 5′9

james mcavoy 5′7

jimin 5′8 (bts)

kieran culkin 5′6

lewis hamilton 5′8

oscar isaac 5′8

robert eggers 5′8

s.coups 5′10 (seventeen)

taemin 5′8

ten 5′7 (nct/wayv)

xiaojun 5′8 (nct/wayv)

PURE ROMANTIC 

➝‬ yin face, yin bones, yin flesh ➝‬ height must be below 5′10

bang shihyuk 5′6

franco colapinto 5′9 (f1 driver)

han jisung 5′8 (stray kids)

jack black 5′6

jacob batalon 5′3 

ozzy osbourne 5′9

seungkwan 5′9 (seventeen)

shawn lane 5′8 (guitarist)

taeyang [height uncertain] (bigbang)

yuzuru hanyu 5′8 (figure skater)

💌    IMPORTANT NOTES.

if you’re sure someone belongs to another type/height, or want to add someone, take to my asks or the reply section: especially for the sections that don’t have as many examples yet! 

FN (and to some degree, SD) as the male beauty standard of our time is the type most frequently cast & portrayed among men in fiction, however the imbalance of this list also stems from who is requested to me, keep that in mind. imo the most common type worldwide is soft natural. DC, SG and FG, too.

e.g south east asia has lower average heights, so my 5′11 yang cutoff can be lowered by one foot there, to 5′10. also mind that some celebs tweak their heights.

there are several retypes here, we all know how difficult this system is. my typing skills changed a lot over time. whatever’s on this list is the recent typing for someone.

i mostly try not to clog the list with typings we’ve seen a gazillion times and collectively agree on, like jason momoa FN, bruno mars SG, etc. 

obviously i don’t subscribe to the deeds and politics of some highly unsavory individuals on this list, you know who they are; this is just for typing purposes, i’m not promoting them

i created the height limits on the fly based on the patterns i saw since david doesn’t provide a cutoff for men. still figuring out the classic ones, bear with me.

for those curious, my own type is pure dramatic! not verified by david kibbe himself, but i’m sure i’m big three/yang-dominant aka FN, D or SD (since my height is 5′9)

credit: the beautiful dividers were made by @selysie​! 

💡 i’ll expand this list as i go. last update: july 27th, 2025

reblogs, likes & comments appreciated 💜

[babextoken]

omg would you be down to write nosferatu!sleep token? maybe nosferatu!iii who is really obssessed with the reader with smut and a bit of stalking? thank you so much, love youu🤍

Oh my god, 🤍anon, I lost my mind watching Nosferatu. I’m just going to yap about nosferstu!iii with little plot structure. Also, he’s just wacky maybe not a vampire. Maybe.

also, you know who else loves iii and bill skarsgard? @adenobabe :3 I got the most adorable voice note from her saying she was thinking about iii saying “you must bounce on it crazy style” after I told her about this

MDNI • v short, just for fun • slight dubcon, stalking but in that he shows up everywhere, afab reader, semi public sexual encounters

So, I imagine iii sees you across the room at a show or something and you look so out of place like a lost little lamb (meaning vulnerable and good enough to eat). He cozies up to you and pretends to be your boyfriend when he sees some douche hitting on you. Just walks up behind you, running his nose up your neck hissing “there you are…been looking everywhere for my girl.”

He doesn’t waste anytime and backs you into a dark little corner, his thigh between your legs and his face buried in the crook of your neck. You’re not even sure how you’ve gotten in this position. You’re like

“I-I I don’t even know you.”

And he whispers, “oh but you will, little dove.”

And that’s when you start seeing him everywhere. You stop for a coffee, he’s across the street. At the shops? He’s walking in the opposite direction down an aisle. Driving to work? You see him waiting at the cross walk while you’re at a stoplight. He’s become a presence that you expect. That you miss when you realize you never see him near your house or when you’re on a date.

Finally you decide to go back to where you first saw him—whatever you chose to wear is form fitting and seductive. Surely he’ll be there. He’s some kind of heat seeking missile for you. Being at that place alone scares you a little but you just know he’s there. And it makes turns you on so badly to know he’s just somewhere waiting to pounce. It doesn’t take long. He gently grabs you by the nape of your neck and whispers against the shell of your ear from behind.

“You never leave the house on a Thursday night, dove. What are you doing?”

“Looking for you.”

“Mmm,” he ghosts his lips up your neck and lightly bites your earlobe. “Prey trying to be the hunter? How precious.”

And you lean back against him, feeling his ragged breath and excitement pressed up on you. It’s so dark that no one notices or even cares if people are as close as you are. III pulls you back into the little corner where you rode his thigh the first time (yes I withheld that info from you, reader 😈) but this time he lifts your dress just a bit, tracing your panties as he stares into your eyes.

“You’re mine.”

“Yes…I…I know.” You choke out. Your eyes are rolling back but he’s barely touch you.

“Don’t go looking for me again. Best you stay put and wait for me. Impatient little, minx.” He leans into your personal space, kissing and biting at your neck while his fingers plunge between your folds.

You know better now. If you get impatient and disobedient, you get marked up with embarrassing little hickeys and maybe even a bright red mark on your ass. Yes…you know better than to listen and be a good girl. 🖤🎀

[dalekofchaos]

Mortal Kombat fancast(new)

Simu Liu as Liu Kang

Glenn Powell as Johnny Cage

Charlize Theron as Sonya Blade

Ken Watanabe as Raiden

Henry Golding as Sub-Zero/Noob Saibot/Bi-Han

Andrew Koji as Scorpion

Manu Benett as Kano

Rory McCann as Goro

Cary-Hiroyuki Tagawa as SHang Tsung(Old, WHO ELSE???)

Tony Leung as Shang Tsung(Young)

Bill Skarsgard as Reptile

Iko Uwais as Kung Lao

Aldis Hodge as Jackson "Jax" Briggs

Elodie Yung as Kitana/Milenena

Zoe Saldana as Jade

Harry Shum Jr. as Sub-Zero/Kuai-Liang

Justin H. Min as Smoke

Brian Tee as Sektor

Chiwetel Ejiofor as Cyrax

Scott Adkins as Baraka

Conan Stevens as Kintaro

Dave Bautista as Shao Kahn

Eugene Brave Rock as Nightwolf

John Cena as Stryker

Jon Bernthal as Kabal

Michelle Yeoh as Sindel

Jade Cargill as Sheeva

Nathan Jones as Motaro

Doug Jones as Ermac

Because of Tumblr's stupid 30 picture limit, I cannot add more pictures, so here’s the rest.

Larry Lam as Rain

Jonathan Patrick Foo as Chameleon

Karen Fukuhara as Khameleon

Jet Li as Fujin

Sonoya Mizuno as Sareena

Brenda Song as Kia

Javicia Leslie as Jataaka

Anna Diop as Tanya

Jai Courtney as Jarek

Karl Urban as Reiko

Mads Mikkelsen as Shinnok

Hoon Lee as Quan Chi

Benedict Wong as Bo Rai Cho

Lewis Tan as Kenshi

Yvonne Chapman as Li Mei

Emma Myers as Frost

Peter Mensah as Drahmin

Derek Mears as Moloch

Charles Melton as Mavado

Ron Yuan as Hsu Hao

Alexandra Daddario as Nitara

Gordon Liu as Shujinko

Constance Wu as Ashrah

Donnie Yen as Hotaru

Daniel Wu as Dairou

Mahershala Ali as Darrius

Matt Smith as Havik

Dominic Sherwood as Kobra

Kristen Stewart as Kira

Keith David as Onaga

Ian McKellen as Argus

Eva Green as Delia

Tom Hardy as Taven

Mark Strong as Daegon

Ron Pearlman as Blaze

Jessica Henwick as Skarlet

Milly Alcock as Cassie Cage

Delainey Hayles as Jacqui Briggs

Mackenyu as Takeda Takahashi

Ludi Lin as Kung Jin

Winston Duke as Kotal Kahn

Tao Okamoto as D’Vorah

Jensen Ackles as Erron Black

Dafne Keen and Hafþór Júlíus Björnsson as Ferra/Torr

Tony Jaa as Tremor

Adewale Akinnuoye-Agbaje as Geras

Emily Blunt as Cetrion

Tilda Swinton as Kronika

[thecuratxr]

YOU LIED AND I DIED.

Name: Seven Kahr Nickname: Sev Age: 25 Hair: Brown Eyes: Green Faceclaim(s): Bill Skarsgard Height: 6'4" Pronouns: He/Him Sexuality: Pansexual Species: Human Appearance: Tall, lean, shorter hair that is longer in the front with a part off to the left. Typically well-kept - general casual attire, typically varying of hoodies or layers paired with jeans and combat boots Defining marks: deep scarring down his left arm from what looks like claws: five jagged lines in total, the beginning (starting nearly on the inside of the crook of his elbow) so deep that its clear a chunk of his flesh was at one point missing - because of this, he has severe weakening of his left limb, although it is still functional Career: College student Verses: tba Bio:

He's lived through horrors unimaginable to most, sole survivor of a wretched slaughtering of his closest friends and the love of his life. No one will believe his story - but he knows well enough what he saw; what he experienced.

The image was very much burned into the back of his retinas - crimson staining porceline bone as gore dangled from the maw of a creature that couldn't possibly exist. Screams echoed in his mind, waking him from even the most deep of slumbers. Searing pain as he ripped his arm from its iron grasp, and devastation as he left the woods alone.

All it was meant to be was a simple camping trip, not the end of everything he held near and dear.

Everything would be fine, she had said despite knowing well enough the dangers lurking just out of sight, you'll have the time of your life.

How was he supposed to return to a normal life after that? When everyone who heard his story told him he was better off in a ward?

[crowsofdarkness]

The Mark of a Serpent: One

-gif not mine. credit to owners-

Pairings: Fallen Angel! Eric Draven x Human! Female Reader

Content Warnings: dark themes such as mature smut, murder, blood, and violence.

Summary: Eric wandered the earth for centuries as one of the Fallen, forever in debt to the one he fell for. With blood on his hands, he walks away from a murder he'd been ordered to do, unaware of the witness who had seen everything. Now to prove he deserves his spot among the Fallen, Eric needs to kill the witness. He had every intention until he saw a certain mark on her neck.

Authors Note: There will be a lot of themes I pulled from the book series, Hush Hush by Becca Fitzpatrick. I do not own any of her characters or ideas, it's simply used as inspiration. Tags are open for this if anyone is interested!

THERE IS MENTION OF TAKING ONES LIFE IN THIS CHAPTER SO PLEASE READ WITH CAUTION. ITS TOWARDS THE END.

Tags: @spideysimpossiblegirl @muchwita @a-differentbrandof-beans @loushaw131460 @voidofsunlight

It wasn’t supposed to be like this. I wasn’t supposed to be alone, without him, this early on in our marriage. We were supposed to grow old together, spend our mornings and evenings on the porch of our cabin in the woods, watching the lake ripple with the wind. Yet here I was, alone and broken, staring at the deep ground where his body lay crumbled; forgotten. 

The melancholy rain fell around me, soaking me deep into my bones as I stood amongst the murky darkness. A breeze brushed past me but it did nothing to move me away from the gravestone in front of me as tears fell over my chilled cheeks. Late fall in Washington had been brutal but it wouldn't stop me from visiting. 

Not today. I needed to be here. 

I brushed shaking fingers over the top of the headstone before letting out an uneasy breath when I read the words out loud. 

Jev Cipriano. Beloved Husband. 

Tears stung my eyes as I yearned to feel Jev's arms around me again. My soul was lost without him, and exactly one year later, I felt like there was nothing left for me here. I spent the last three hundred and sixty-five days trying to find out what happened to him since his death was labeled as mysterious. But I knew better. I was there that night, but my memory was just as murky as the darkness that surrounded me recently. All I could remember was a pair of stone eyes and a lone black feather that lay next to Jev's body. I couldn't think much of it since the police bagged it as evidence that night yet, since they were officially closing the case, labeling it as unsolved, I was able to get some of Jev's belongings back. 

"I'm so sorry, my love," I sobbed. "I'll be seeing you soon." 

Hugging my black peacoat closer to my chest, I turned on my heels, ready to leave the cemetery, when I ran into a wall of muscle. I nearly fell on my ass in the mud at my feet, but a pair of strong arms wrapped around me, keeping me up right. Through the tears that hung heavy on my lashes, I locked eyes with a pair of dark ones, nearly black as the stormy sky above. I noticed one singular tattoo underneath his left eye. 

A small diamond. 

"You're too pretty to be crying, especially in a place as dark as this." 

His voice made me flinch, almost as if I'd been smacked in the face with a memory I had buried so deep in my subconscious and now that it surfaced, I was shaking in this stranger's embrace. The birthmark on the side of my neck suddenly burned causing me to wince. The mark on my neck was large and ugly. I hated it ever since I was a teenager and people made fun of me for it. Ever since then I either covered it with my hair, make up, or clothes. 

“Sor-sorry. I wasn’t watching where I was going,” I stuttered on a sob, desperate to get out of here and away from this stranger that seemed to have appeared out of nowhere. 

Had he been here the entire time? Watching me cry over my lost love?

The stranger smiled, although it never reached his eyes, and slowly dropped his arms from around me. 

“How could you with all of those tears on your lashes?” 

Hastily, I wiped them away before clearing my throat and straightened my shoulders. Pocketing my hands inside of my coat, I nodded over the man’s shoulder, every intention of leaving. He must have been here to mourn someone he knew, surely I shouldn’t stick around to be a burden. I knew I wouldn’t appreciate it if someone stood by as I mourned Jev. 

I went to brush past him when my shoulder accidentally touched his arm, the leather of his jacket seeming to ignite something inside of me and I let out a sharp gasp as I stared up at those stone eyes yet again. The bell of familiarity was ringing again, this time louder, the longer I stared at this man. But I couldn’t fucking grasp from where I knew him from. The variety of tattoos that littered his face and neck seemed to stand out against the paleness of his skin but nothing compared to how deep he seemed to stare into my soul. Fear felt heavy in my stomach especially when the man broke out in a wide smile and winked. It was as if his gaze had paralyzed me in spot, unable to drag my feet far away from him. I couldn’t tell if he had hair since he wore a black beanie due to the cold chill and it didn’t seem as if the leather jacket with black t-shirt underneath kept him warm enough. His dark jeans were covered in mud at the ends along with his black combat boots. I tried so hard to pull my gaze away but when it landed on those pink, full lips, I felt the urge to devour them. Take them in my mouth to know what he tasted like. 

Kiss him. 

“You’re staring,” his rich voice echoed throughout the graveyard. 

I blinked rapidly, the vice grip around me seemed to seep into the ground at my feet, so with one final flick of my gaze towards Jev’s grave, I scurried towards my car. I wanted to say goodbye to Jev one more time but I knew that tonight, I’d be seeing him again. 

I didn’t stop feeling a burn on my birthmark or stop hearing the voice cradling inside of my brain until long after I pulled away from the cemetery. 

ERIC

I watched Y/N long after she left the cemetery, a sinister smile pulling at my lips as I felt victory surge through me. It had been months of searching for her, trailing her scent only for it to cold until I eventually found her. I spent the next long while watching her in the shadows, learning her habits and routines, waiting for the right moment to run into her. 

Literally. 

She never gave me her name but I knew who she was, knew all about the little minx that got away from me that night. Now here I was, a year later ready to finish the job so I could move on. 

I peered down towards the grave she was standing in front of moments ago and couldn’t stop the way a sinister smirk played on my lips. I gave the stone a few taps of my fingers in a way to say hello. 

“Nice to see you again, Jev. Although, I must say you look worse than the last time I saw you.”

Over my shoulder, I felt the flap of wings followed by a large gust of wind. The scent of mint lingered in the air causing me to nearly gag in my mouth. I didn’t have to look to see who was now standing behind me. 

“Draven,” the deep voice echoed in the space around me. 

I let out a low hum, turning my gaze on where Y/N’s car was parked, now long gone. “Do you need something, Draco?” 

“Master is curious to know how long this current mission will take.”

A low scowl pulled deep on my lips at the word master. 

“I didn’t realize he was sending you to be his errand boy,” I snickered, finally looking away from the empty parking lot, over towards Draco. 

His large red, scaly, wings were still protruding from his back and those red eyes shined through the ever growing darkness of the cemetery. Like always, his hair was slicked perfectly back, not a strand out of place. He always was the perfect model image for a Fallen, unlike me. 

My wings were blacker than the night sky, almost a void. My eyes had lost their shine long before I fell. I had desecrated my holy body with scars and tattoos. While Draco wore a fine tailored suit, I wore dirty jeans, a snug t-shirt, and a long leather jacket. 

“Well, since you failed your last mission three hundred and sixty five days ago, Master wants to make sure you complete this one,” Draco’s voice was steady and even, an eerily calmness to it which made my skin crawl. 

“I didn’t fail my last mission. The target was eliminated,” I reminded him, a slight edge to my voice. 

He made a low noise that sounded like disapproval and pity. “Yes but the witness. That was her, wasn't it?” 

Something unknown stirred low in my gut knowing he was also watching Y/N. Even though I was set to kill her in less than four hours, I still didn’t like the look that flamed in his eyes. 

“You can tell your master that the witness will be dealt with. No need to send his dogs after me,” I patted Draco’s shoulders before stalking away from him. 

I could only handle so much of this particular Fallen. The longer I was around him, the more I felt my skin beginning to peel away. All I needed to do was kill Y/N then I’d be free from the Fallen. I could finally go where I wanted too, where I longed too, without the pressure of those greedy eyes watching me. Back home in the Kingdom, I’d always wanted to be a part of the Fallen due to all the stories I heard. I did whatever I could to become part of them but the King never cast me away. 

Not until I snuck down to earth to kill someone who  did nothing wrong. I hunted this mortal for sport and gave him a bloody death, all with a large grin on my face. When I sauntered back up into the Kingdom, I was met with the King who immediately tossed me back down and stripped me of my heavenly abilities. Which wasn’t much. I still had my wings and powers, but I couldn’t ascend The Kingdom any longer. 

Good fucking riddance. I was perfectly fine being rid of that place. 

I thought my life would become greater when I joined the other Fallen but it turned out to be worse than being under the King's rule. This master I was forced to follow when I fell was a tyrant, forcing me to do all of the dirty work he couldn’t be bothered to do. Since my transgression that made me fall was killing a man, that’s what the Master forced me to do. I was the killer amongst the Fallen, the amount of blood on my hands would have stained me red until the day I took my last breath; which unless someone had a special blade, that wouldn’t happen. 

Last I heard, the blade that was meant to kill me was lost long ago when it fell into the hands of a family that bore my mark. According to the old tales, the only way an angel can die is if someone who bore their mark killed them with a special blade. Again, the blade that could kill me has been missing for centuries when the last person to bear my mark died. 

“As much as I would love to see you fail again, Draven, the master wouldn’t approve. So please do all of us Fallen a favor and kill this witness. Or I’ll have to do it for you and you know that won’t end well for anyone.”

I wanted nothing more than to run back over towards Draco and rip out his heart at his threat. But I knew it would be pointless since it wouldn’t kill him and his powers to help him grow another heart. Instead, I bit down on my tongue to keep my words at bay and flipped him off right before my wings exploded from my back and I took off into the sky.

READER 

Every single light inside my house was turned off and it was so quiet I could only hear my rapid breathing as I set the lit candle on my bedside table next to the picture of Jev and I from our wedding day. Next to the picture was a fresh cup of water, the condensation running down the class onto the wood of the table. I had my phone face down next to the cup and a bottle of my prescribed sleeping pills open. 

After Jev died, I had a lot of trouble sleeping due to nightmares so my doctor prescribed me some meds to help me sleep. The dosage was pretty high when I would take one, I’d sleep for over twelve hours. So I decided a few months ago to stop taking them because I always felt like shit the next morning, almost like I was hung over. But now, I knew it was exactly what I needed to fulfill my plan. 

My wet hair clung to the back of the shirt I wore, one of Jev’s old ones, as I sat on the edge of the bed. Red and splotchy eyes dragged over the picture on the end table one final time, a small smile lifting my lips slightly. His black hair was slicked back that day to showcase his sharp cheekbones and dark eyes. I’d been so amazed at how dark they were, almost black. Our wedding was a simple one, just the two of us at the courthouse and then we went out to dinner afterwards. Neither of us had family here besides my grandmother but she died a long time ago, leaving me with a box of her things still in the attic. 

Jev and I met and got married within a year then moved to this quiet city in Washington about four months ago when he needed a new environment due to the old city we lived in bringing him too many memories of his past. I tried to ask him about it but every single time he brushed me off, stating it wasn’t worth explaining because he was trying to move on. 

I knew there was a darkness deep inside of him but he was still the most loving and caring man I’d ever met. He would set the world on fire to protect me then lay his jacket on the ground so I didn’t burn my feet walking. Jev did whatever he could to keep me safe when we were together but I couldn’t do the same for him. The guilt for not being able to remember anything that night besides his bloody body is why I chose to end it tonight. It was my fault he died and I couldn’t even bring his killer to justice because I couldn’t fucking remember anything from that night 

“You deserve justice, Jev. I’m so sorry I couldn’t give you it but we’ll be together soon. We never got to have that dance,” I cried, remembering his promise to take me dancing the night before he died. 

For a whole year the pain was unbearable, I couldn’t take it anymore. I had nothing left on this earth anymore. This house became so cold when Jev died and mostly everything of his was untouched, still in the same spot he left them. The only thing of his, besides his clothes, that I touched often was  I was ready to end everything so I could finally be with Jev again. 

With a shaky breath, I dumped the bottle of pills into my palm and tossed them into my mouth. I washed it all down with nearly the whole cup of water and pulled the picture close to my chest, I lay down in Jev’s spot on the bed. 

“See you soon, my love,” I whispered, slowly closing my eyes. 

ERIC

The house was quiet, way too fucking quiet for my liking. And so dark if it wasn’t for my angelic eyes, I’d be sure to run into something. There wasn’t a sense of life in this familiar home as I walked through the living room, up the stairs towards the bedroom on the left; the primary. It was just before midnight so I strained my ears a bit to listen as I came to a stop at the top of the stairs. I couldn’t even hear her breathing if she was asleep. 

I was certain Y/N was home since I’d been watching her earlier. I did have to leave for a few hours when my eyes caught sight of a peculiar blonde that crossed paths with me on the sidewalk. Even though I was Fallen, I still had urges that needed to be taken care of; tonight was a quick blow job in the blondes car. It wasn’t the best if I was being honest but enough for me to get a release I’d been somewhat desperate for. 

Since we’re being honest, while the blonde had my dick shoved down her throat, all I could think of was Y/N’s pretty lips around me. When I met her in the cemetery earlier, I couldn’t stop staring at how full her lips looked as they parted in surprise when she saw me. I was so desperate for a taste of them that I may have put the thought in her head to kiss me. 

To say I was a bit upset she didn’t was an understatement but I told myself it was for the best. I couldn’t get attached to someone I was meant to kill. In less than two minutes, this mission will finally come to an end and I can move on. Earn my spot amongst the Fallen and then I could do whatever I wanted with the rest of my days here on this dreaded earth. 

But I was still perplexed on how I wasn’t hearing anything. It was as if she wasn’t home, no sign of life at all. My boots trudged along the old aged floor as I finally stepped inside of the bedroom, immediately coming to a halt at the sight. Y/N was sprawled out on the bed, her shirt hiked up to the middle of his stomach showcasing a perfect round ass covered by a flimsy excuse of underwear. Her hair was a mess, covering her face, but I could see those lips peaking out; pale and dry. 

Cocking my head to the side, I did my best to ignore how hard my cock had gotten in my pants at the sight of her, and closed the distance towards the bed. She was clearly home so why couldn’t I hear her breathing if she was asleep? 

I looked around the room to notice the empty pill bottle and cup on the end table. Suddenly, it clicked on why I couldn’t hear anything. 

With a click of my tongue, I brushed the hair away from her face. “Well, it seems as if you saved both of us a mess, sweet one.” 

My entire body froze when my fingers brushed along the mark on her neck, one I hadn’t seen for so long. 

My brand. 

My mark. 

The mark of a serpent. 

“Fuck,” I swore under my breath with my hands on my hips as I tried to think of what to do. 

It had been so long since my mark was on someone that I honestly was at a loss of words on what I should do. The thing about my mark, it makes whoever bears it invincible in a sense. Yes, they are the only ones that can kill me, but it also means that this little attempt with the pills does nothing for Y/N. If anything, it just put her in a very deep sleep. 

Every angel's mark was different. While mine kept her alive, there was only one way to kill her; the same blade which can only kill me. In order to kill someone with the mark, you need to dip the blade in the angel's blood before using it to kill the human. 

Now the real kicker? The issue I was currently dealing with? If the human who bears the angel's mark dies, it also kills that angel. I couldn’t kill her because that meant I would die and quite honestly, I wasn’t ready to. But if I let her leave her tonight, Draco would come after her to kill her which again would mean I would die. 

“Motherfucker!” I bellowed, running a hand through my hair as I paced the room. 

Y/N continued to lay sprawled out on the bed, not moving an inch from my outburst. Her ass was still perfectly perched up in the air a bit and for a split second, I thought about sinking my teeth into it for a taste. 

Focus, Eric! This is not the time to think about a piece of ass!

Letting out a breath, I thought about all of my options. There was a way to sever the bond between an angel and a human but no one had ever tried it to know if it was true. Right now was not the time to try it. I needed to get Y/N awake and have her give me the blade to hide it far away so Draco could never find it. 

Throwing her over my shoulder, I let the picture frame she was cradling fall to the floor and I stepped on it as I walked into the adjacent bathroom. Tossing her limp body into the tub, I cringed at how hard she hit, only letting out the tiniest of moans; a noise that went straight to my dick. I needed to rectify this situation then get back to my apartment so I could fuck my hand to deal with this ache. 

Without a second thought, I turned on the cold water all the way watching it soak Y/N in seconds, along with the white shirt she wore. It took a few seconds but she finally woke up with a scream when she realized she’d been bathed in icy water. She sputtered a few swears, rubbing away the water from her face to look up at me. Shock then realization slowly crept on her features when she saw the man she ran into at the cemetery was standing in front of her. I licked my lips slowly as I took in the sight of how her wet white shirt clung to her tits, showing me her pink nipples. 

“Nice to see you again. We need to talk,” was all I said before I turned off the water and stalked back into the bedroom. 

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i saw Nosfetatu by Robert Eggers at a local cinema tonight 🤍 Eggers has long been one of my favorite directors, The Witch and The Lighthouse both marking my mind with adoration, but Nosfetatu topped both of them. as a massive fan of the 1922 film by F.W Murnau, i am astonished to say that the new film added such new life to the classic. i appreciated the esoteric references, the true-to-nature vampire lore, and impeccable fashion, as well as how the director captured the dream/nightmare-feel of the silent film. Willem Dafoe was fantastic, as well as Lily Rose Depp and of course, Bill Skarsgard the title role. i spent the first half thinking to myself, ‘where is Bill Skarsgard? isn’t he Count Orlok?’ before realizing that the prosthetic and makeup team were just too fantastic. the true highlight, however, had to be the 2,000 live rats.

it’s films like these that make me want to act. to be apart of something so beautiful and make a character come alive. my dream role would be to play Carmilla in a film adaptation of the 1872 novel by Sheridan Le Fanu.

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Feel safe . Self hate. When I think of the h sound my heart feels pain. Years ago my heart was so sensitive that I couldn't pronounce certain sounds without it greatly agitating, hurting me. I believe that was retardation. Flame retardant.

Wow the birds are really chirping and I smell the sweet flowers at the end of my street. It is the blue hour.

You know when the clouds come in long straight lines, like lined fluffy paper? Where it is as waves of the sea almost? I thought I saw that. But now it's all mixed together. The street lights are on. Were they not on the other night/morning...It's so conniving. I want to write "confusing" but was afraid of being fussy at my heart. When you say confuse or hesitant, do those words feel good for your heart...I guess it doesn't matter. The hyper fixation of heart is just pain there. And it's my lungs and surrounding area too.

Oh yay the sky. I took photos for you.

Sunrise the other day hurt my eyes. Though that doesn't make it less beautiful. Bird, still, on the street flies away as I draw nearer. I noticed i have a new spot on my forehead. Will it be permanent? It's from the sun. I have permanent pimples from sun that sometimes people mistake for freckles.

Deer just ran across the street . Thank God it's scared cuz I'm scared of it, too! One time when I was on Adderall and in the 120-128 pound range ex friend Jackie saw me nude and said I loooook like a deer! I feel that's like one of the best compliments I've ever received.

But then, I saw on the internet that deer eat meat sometimes so now I see them more alien from me. Also saw them all licking a cat . Which is cute if they weren't also known to eat meat .

And there it is a lightning bug! Yesterday I said to my boyfriend that I felt like i was bill Skarsgard and he, fka twigs. And I was perhaps gonna have to reenact the remake the movie the crow for him if something happened to him. Im happy wifi was out at the time I sent it....because erm, I don't want to seem annoying or crazy. It is so weird because he responded as if he had read it . He told me to calm down. ....Another thing, yesterday was my dear friend Stephens birthday. I never text him and call him, okay actually i do maybe once or twice a year.

I decided to call him and sing him happy birthday. It is a platonic relationship with whimsy and respect. And I told him, "your mom loves you and this mom loves you!"(me being perhaps the earth lol) Then as i got off phone, OMG my boyfriend texts!!!!! "Baby?!" .....And then, he goes, "I love you?" With a question mark! As if he had heard my conversation. I tried to play it cool.

Bf real jealous or somethin.I played it cool and everything went good. And even after telling this to my mom she was like, "did he hear you say I love you?" I reassured (the both of us), that no he did not it was just coincidence.

Ok so . July first, wake up before 7 am and go to store and bank. Need stridex cleansing wipes. Burt's bees cleansing wipes. and before eleven am , set up payment plan with my behavioral health facility and make a new appointment for psychiatrist.

[shinysoroka]

I am so disappointed in everyone simping for Bill Skarsgard in the new Crow. You have a perfectly good Eric Draven in Brandon Lee and Mark Dacascos. You like hurt/comfort? Go watch The Crow: Stairway to Heaven right now! It's 90s perfection and it taught me everything I know.

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Top 5 Best Films of 2024

Last post of the year (in my timezone), and I wanted to make it a good one; a positive one, even. So, without further ado, here goes!

5. Anora

The "Common People" to Pretty Woman's "Uptown Girl" and the first Sean Baker film I can confidently say that I liked, rather than 'quite liked' or 'kind of liked' (as was the case with Red Rocket), Anora came out of nowhere, body-slammed me into a wall, then left without an apology as it should. How Mikey Madison didn't blow out her vocal cords during the home invasion sequence, I have no idea. What I do know is I hope she - and Mark Eydelshteyn - get more work.

4. Cuckoo

Beautiful and bonkers with star turns from both Hunter Schafer and Dan Stevens (who was having a really good year this year) and a reveal that is only slightly less bizarre than the world it's set in. I compared it to A Cure for Wellness and I stand by it. Although ACFW didn't end in of the best worst gunfights in modern cinema, which was the cherry on top of a fucking weird cake.

3. Abigail

Gory, hilarious, and the best thing Radio Silence have done since 2019's Ready or Not (which has become something of a comfort watch for me over the years). Four strong consecutive films being good to very good is a rarity in any filmmaker's career, but the Radio Silence guys have managed that with aplomb and seeming ease. Alisha Weir holds her own against a group of more experienced actors who are twice her age, and my partner and I picked up on that The Guest reference at the end. Don't think that went unnoticed, RS.

2. Dune: Part Two

The problems I had with Part One were chiefly that the pacing was uneven and that the supporting characters weren't given much to do. Those problems were fixed in Part Two, leading to an expansive and engrossing watch of an epic that remained accessible to people not well versed in the source novel. The visuals are stunning, as is par for the course with Villeneuve, with the Paul/ Feyd-Rautha fight being a highlight (see above). Stilgar gets the best moments, almost stealing the film altogether. Film critic Mark Kermode summarised the film as "Life of Brian played straight", and I'm inclined to agree.

Honourable mentions:

Longlegs: The only July horror whose ending did not tell me to go fuck myself, this was a tense and absorbing watch despite Cage being Cage. Loved the noir feel to it. Sidenote: I'm convinced that Lee Harker is autistic.

Civil War: What can I say, this was great. Not too much worldbuilding, and the slow dehumanisation of the war journalists as they become complicit in the dehumanisation of the subjects they photograph was a fascinating direction to take.

Boy Kills World: The best videogame adaptation of the year and the first revenge thriller with a nameless orphaned protagonist that was released in April. Man, Bill Skarsgard has had a mixed year.

Monkey Man: The other revenge thriller with a nameless orphaned protagonist, Dev Patel gives 120% and grimes up good doing it. It has themes and ideas, it executes them well, it has funny moments, and it lacks sexual violence.

Poor Things: I did not know how much I wanted to see Mark Ruffalo scream "CUUUUUUNNNNNNNTTTTT!!" until this came along.

And finally, the best thing I saw this year... drum roll pleeease...

1. The Substance

Dune: Part Two held this spot for so long, but then The Substance came along, body-slammed it into a hidden alcove in its own bathroom, and settled in its place comfortably. Hatching - my number one film of 2022 - was about a girl entering puberty, entering a point where she would start to be desired by the opposite sex; The Substance follows a woman reaching the end of that desirability. It's the only film I wanted to see again before it left cinemas, and regretfully, I did not get that chance to. It straddles that line between ironic and unironic arthouse. It is beautiful, it is uncompromising, it is vicious, it is stark, it is unforgettable, and it is deserving of this spot. Brava, Mme Fargeat and co.

Those are my favourites of the year! Agree? Disagree? Care? Don't care? What are your favourites? Should I stop asking these questions? I'm gonna stop. Every film I watched in cinemas this year can be found in a comprehensive list here.

Thanks for reading, and see you next year!

~ Mikey