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Entirely understandable with the whole vamp thingy, Tokoyami's whole gothic vibes thing always made me think he'd be the vampire hunter or the hunted.

Anyway, I had alternative idea. Since it is Fumi and Shadow what about a werewolf thing where Tokoyami becomes Dark Shadow at night (Still hangin onto Beauty and the Beast, it's my favorite Disney movie). He's all like "I become a horrific monster under the moon, lock yourself away and don't come from your room lest you are attacked while I cannot save you." Then when reader's all like 'screw that, I wanna see the beast' they're met with a seven foot tall puppy.

OOOO I reeeeally like that, yes! Gonna get a little Beauty and the Beast meets Swan Princess action: cursed prince who has a permanent 'monstrous' look, plus a little bonus transformation by moonlight. You know he's got TOMES filled with dramatic poetry over his situation.

Half a Sorrow

Reader x Cursed!Tokoyami (+ Dark Shadow alter ego)

Your village gave you to the beast, fully expecting you to be eaten. And you wouldn't have been the first; an entire hunting party had disappeared the night of the harvest moon. Since then, the creature had been spotted almost every night, skulking about, startling livestock and stealing crops. Eyes of cold, cold gold could be seen gleaming hungrily from just beyond the reach of the lanterns and torches.

One night, a man you'd scorned claimed that the beast's gaze lingered on you. Frantic with fear, the rest were quick to agree, to find something, anything, that provided the barest hope of sating that monster. The laughing sliver of a crescent moon leered down as they called for your sacrifice.

The next night, you were fed to the inky, living dark of the forest, with not even the moon to keep you company or light your path. All you could do was wander, trying to find shelter but knowing it was more likely that you would be found.

~~~

It was a new moon; not that you could tell by looking up at the sky laden with heavy clouds. No moon, no stars; even your lantern barely shone against the oppressive night. Still you trudged on, hoping to find a hut, a cave, anywhere to hide before that mysterious beast caught wind of you.

When you looked up through a break in the trees, and saw two specks of gold high above you, you gasped so hard that your lungs instantly ached. The lantern fell from your hand, disappearing when the little light within died, but you remained frozen, daring not to look away.

Only, the eyes did not seem to look back at you. Or move at all. And you realized, they were not the eyes of a beast, but illuminated windows upon a great stone tower. A building. Other people. Safety.

Somewhere behind you, a branch snapped and snapped you right out of reverie. Forgetting the lantern, you tore forth, running with blind abandon towards where you saw those beautiful guiding lights, and away from whatever was after you.

Though branches and thorns clawed at you, trying desperately to hold you in the woods, you finally broke past the treeline. From what you could see, the structure was massive; not just a tower, perhaps an old fort, or even a castle. Whatever it was, it continued to stare down at you.

You ran until your hands met the stone wall, then you followed, sniffling and desperate and too terrified to look back, until stone became wood beneath your hands. Your hands which you then pounded against the door. You wanted to scream for help, but you were too winded, and your voice was barely audible as you pleaded, "please answer please please-"

At long last, the door opened. And behind it was a strange thing. Something that, under any other circumstances, might frighten you away.

The man was rather short, appearing even smaller with a lean build. He was well dressed too, perhaps noble. His eyes were red as fresh blood and shone even without light. And, his head was that of a bird, with a curved yellow beak and a crest of long, jet black feathers.

Yes, under most circumstances you would want no part of this abode or its bizarre master. But in this case, inside you only saw a man with the head of a blackbird; outside could be anything. So you half shoved your way inside, stumbling onto the plush carpet of the entryway where you curled into yourself and shivered.

You were shaking, tongue frozen in fear, so he gave up on an interrogation. Instead, he coaxed you to your feet, and led you in. Deeper down the throat of the entryway you were taken, into a sitting room where he set you in an armchair with a high back and intricate, faded embroidery.

You heard the slow creak and click of the closing door, then felt a slim hand on your shoulder. "Are you...alright?" His voice was unexpectedly deep, and coarse as if from lack of use. "Who are you?"

The strange man went about lighting more candles, as you tried to regain your breath and your nerves. Finally, he dropped into another seat across from yours, and spoke again. "Are you alone?"

"Y-yes," you answered in a shaky voice.

"Hm. You may rest here awhile, if you need shelter."

A relieved sigh left you. "I cannot thank you enough, sir." He gave you an odd look, so you tried again. "Lord?"

A pretty, rumbling chuckle emanated from his chest. "No need for titles. Fumikage."

You made a point to look into his ruby eyes, if only to stop yourself from staring at the feathers and beak. With no polite way to ask what he was, you instead questioned how quiet the place seemed. "Who else lives here?"

"Besides myself, no one."

"This is such a grand place, how can you manage it all on your own?"

"The castle keeps itself," he answered cryptically. "That is all you need to know. Just be careful should you choose to wander the halls. It is easy to become lost. And the walls don't like everybody."

It made sense, oddly enough. The place was quiet, but not still. It felt like the walls themselves breathed. You nodded, deciding that the less you knew of whatever spell or haunting affected the place, the better. "It seems safer than out there, at least," you murmured, and hoped it was true.

"You seemed desperate to get inside. Were you being pursued? I saw nothing behind you."

"I thought I might have been...there's something out there. It goes near m-my village sometimes, at night. This, creature, like a great living shadow-"

"That beast only hunts by moonlight. You were fortunate. This night is dark, but holds no danger for you. The next will not be so gentle. You must return home to your village by then."

"I cannot!" You protested. The avian man silently considered you, so you continued. "I was sent away. They believed, that, if I were given to that creature, it might leave our village in peace."

"Why you?"

"I don't knowww," you lamented, pent up tears beginning to brim, much to your host's discomfort. "It happened so suddenly, I couldn't bring anything with me, I don't know where to go, I don't know what to do!"

"I am, sorry-," he began regretfully.

"I-if I remained here, I could serve. Keep tidy, cook, whatever is needed!"

"if you were to remain, remains you would become, for it is not safe here," he stated, refusing to humor your plea. "It lurks here, too."

"Here? This castle?" You glanced around, half expecting those gleaming eyes to suddenly appear from a corner or behind a curtain.

"Imprecisely." Fumikage placed a hand over his left breast. "Here, is where it sleeps."

Realization knocked you back in your seat. "You...are-?"

He sighed. "So you understand why I cannot play the gracious host, though I gladly would if I could ensure your safety."

"...Would it be safer?"

"Hm?"

"There are a thousand things to fear in the forest and beyond. Within these walls, there is only one great danger, and I only need fear it less than half the time." He stared evenly at you with those stern, unreadable red eyes. So you continued to plead. "Is there no way to keep the beast at bay?"

"...it is something we may discuss in the morning."

~~~

Though you expected to be kept awake by your fears and doubts, sleep easily overtook your exhausted body. On the other hand, your host spent the night tormented. The longing for companionship seemed too selfish a reason to let you stay. So he reasoned, against his better judgement, that as long as he could exploit the creature's weakness, you would undoubtedly be safer with him than out in the wide cruel world.

"You may stay," he told you over breakfast; steaming bowls of oatmeal dressed with thinly sliced apples. Before you could thank him too hastily, he continued, "-but only on the condition that you keep to your room at night. I believe I have a way of keeping the beast from getting in. You should be safe, for as long as you choose to stay."

~~~

Your door was flanked by sconces, bathing the hall entry in impenetrable light. The window was secured such that it may never open again, barred and sealed with paint, that the candles on the sill could not blow out as they burned in nightly vigil.

The reflection of the flames pretended to linger just outside; sometimes, you would see two extra flames burning gold beyond the glass. They looked back at you, and this time you knew they were looking directly at you.

The first half month, you kept to the shadows, hiding under the covers like a child as the thing tried to watch you from the window. The moon was full when you first heard its voice like a grackle coming from the hall.

"Why are you hiding? It's so lonely in the dark."

You hesitated, making your way to the door as the rumbly voice beckoned.

"We know you're close. We smell you. We just want to hear you."

"...that's all?"

A gleeful chirruping sound echoed through the hall. "Yes! Talk to us!"

"I can't talk long. I need to go to sleep soon."

"That's okay. It doesn't have to be for long, we just want the company."

And so, you humored the beast. It was a brief conversation, weariness soon taking you over as promised, but it did not seem to mind. When you bid them good night through the door, the creature agreed,

"Yes, it is!"

~~~

As time wore on, the eeriness of the castle no longer bothered you. The way the enchanted walls and garden seemed to breathe felt less like living in the belly of a beast, and more like the comforting purr of a cat to her kits. A promise of sanctuary.

And at the core of that safe feeling was Fumikage. He would greet you each morning with a look of relief, pleased that his worse half had not prevailed. Time made conversation easier, sowed trust between the two of you, and, eventually, gave you the confidence to ask a question that had been gnawing at you.

"Fumikage, if this...thing is caused by some spell, will it ever wear off? Or must it be somehow broken?"

"If only it were," he sighed. Noting your confused expression, he explained. "A spell can be broken. This is a curse. It can only spread and be thinned, but never broken. And I could not wish this affliction on another."

"You're cursed?"

He nodded matter-of-factly. "Mhm. Twice-cursed, actually. The lunar shadow is my own, but my visage is a familial curse. I'm certain you've noticed."

"Ah, yes, it just, seemed it would be rude to bring up." You added hastily, "you have lovely, er, plumage though. At least."

Fumikage tilted his feathered head, then snorted with amusement. "True, at least I've that."

When asked, you told him the beast had not bothered you, which was true. It simply manifested by the door to chat each night, your voice alone easing its starvation for companionship. There was a comfort, too, in it bidding you good night, every night, before you retired and went to sleep.

Although you didn't tell Tokoyami of this little ritual, he still seemed suspicious. "You must ignore it if it ever does try to get to you. Anything you give it, it will want more."

"I understand."

~~~

On your second full moon spent in the castle, the voice called to you as it had each moonlit night for the past month. But after the initial pleasantries, it became cloying. "Will you open the door? We love your voice so much, we hear you, but we want to see you clearly, too."

Against warnings and your better judgement, you obeyed. The light was a stronger shield than the flimsy door anyway, at least to this shadowy beast. It held fast as the thing twittered and danced in the dark with delight.

You could hardly make out its shape, if it had one. Or, rather, all it had was shape. It mostly had a form like Tokoyami's, but bigger, and featureless. Just sketchy, writhing dark, and those eyes boring into yours.

Finally, those eyes seemed readable. The mysterious glare they once held was replaced with a warm, adoring glow. Several moons would pass before it made a new demand.

~~~

Your love was in full bloom with the first spring flowers. New life writhed and buzzed around you. The noticeable lengthening of days even seemed to put Tokoyami in better spirits.

He sat with you out in the courtyard most days, finally lured out of his self imposed prison. Sometimes he would read to you as you dozed beside him, floating on the velvet timbre of his voice.

Today he was tired; the worm moon the night before had been difficult. His voice was sore, but you didn't tell him it was because the beast spent the night bleating and begging and barking to be let in.

You just set, letting him rest his head upon your lap. The sunlight warmed his dark feathers pleasantly. You touched them gently, as he shut his eyes and opened his mouth to let out some of those agonies he had long been choking on.

"I fear I will harm someone, when I am that thing. That the wretched evil in my heart will grow too hungry and devour the world."

"It couldn't," you tried to reassure him. Yet he found the feel of your fingers coming through his feathers far more calming than your well-meaning words. "Besides, it is repelled by the light. It could hardly consume everything."

"It might devour you. That would be the same thing."

~~~

You never humored the creature's attempts to break in. So, one night, under the full moon's wide-eyed gaze, it tried something else.

"We see you." It stated, reaching out something that almost resembled a hand. "But we also want to touch you."

"I have to stay inside, sweet shadow. You know this."

"Not far! You don't have to go far! We've never even held your hand!" It lamented.

"We've held hands."

The shadow seemed to grow, sputtering with agitation. "Not I. He loves you, and you love him, but we love you too! Why can't we love you too?!"

Its pleas were earnest, frighteningly so. Enough that you came close to obeying. "I...need time, to think about it. Good night."

For a fortnight, the visits continued, and while it did not ask again, its moodiness was apparent. But you were patient, and cautious. You let the moon and the beast's power wane before you dared heed that request.

It was small. Smaller, anyway. You could almost make out Fumikage's shape within the shadow, if the light shone just right. It clung to his body like a caul, a membrane sealing your love away til the moon made her way past.

You looked at the docile beast standing in the hall, and asked, "do you still wish to touch me?"

"More than anything," it answered, the undercurrent of Fumikage's real voice stronger in this phase.

"Alright." It watched intently as you took a tentative step beyond the door. And as you reached out a hand, it mirrored your actions, until your fingers sunk into the liquid dark and grasped the slender digits hiding within.

~~~

Tokoyami was confused when he woke in the hall, cradled by a gentle touch. You were still asleep, leaning against the wall across from the safety of your room, with only the barest protection from the ambient light of the sconces.

He lay in your lap, as he did in the garden, but it was wrong, if it was here then that meant you had made yourself vulnerable to that horrid thing that he choked on each day and drowned in each night.

He was confused. And then he was frightened. And that gave rise to anger.

"What were you thinking?!" Fumikage finally exclaimed, after several minutes of pacing swiftly between your window and door. Meanwhile you sat at the edge of your bed, equally ashamed and exasperated.

"I felt it wouldn't harm me-"

"It could have!"

"I didn't say it couldn't! But it wouldn't. It's still..."

"Still what?" The question was sharp.

"You. Still you, at its core."

"I am not that thing."

"No. But it is part of you. And I wish to love every part of you."

Fumikage had no answer for that, aside from his feathers bashfully standing on end. You stood, gliding over to him, gliding your hands over the wild quills to make them lie smooth again.

"Please, Fumikage."

"...if it is part of me, it is an ugly part, an evil part. I cannot ask you to love that."

"And I cannot claim to love you while scorning some of you." Your fingers danced through his feathers again, tracing a path down his cheek, to under his beak so you could lift his chin to make him look at you. "Besides, it's not really evil. Just a bit odd. And it only looked frightening when I didn't know it; it was never ugly in the least."

"I feel, selfish for this...this desire to let you love me entirely, as I do you. To put you in harms way only because I cannot bear to be apart."

"I promise, you are not," you assured him, sliding your arms over and around his shoulders in a secure embrace. "Or else, we both are."

You felt his beak nuzzling and nibbling below your jaw, his hands pawing along your back in near desperation. With a contented hum, you took careful steps backwards, pulling him closer to the grand canopy bed that had felt too big and too empty for too long.

You shared your bed that moonless night, between two days of sharing your body. And when the second night drew near, Fumikage stayed.

~~~

For the first time, you watched as the moon's curse overtook your beloved. It wrenched your heart to see him look so frightened, knowing that nearly every night came with such a terrible apprehension.

So you took his hand, feeling it tighten as the shadows seeped from every pore, cloaking his slight body. Consciousness left him with an agonized cry that became a feral howl as the beast took control.

It stared down at you, still and unblinking, those golden eyes warm with familiarity. You had to reach up to cup its face, like plucking a perfectly ripe apple from a branch just within reach. It let you pull it near, until the beak-like face was even with your own. "Make me like you," you whispered, and pressed your lips to the void of its mouth in the gentlest of kisses.

Shared joy is twice joyous, shared sorrow is half sorrowful. That was your reason. Let us multiply our joy by day. Let me cut your burden in twain by night.

You felt it press past your lips, a liquid warmth that crept down your throat, radiating through your chest, filling your belly. You drank of his madness and it was sweet.

When you parted, you felt amorphous, but present. When you reached out to touch him, your hands were traces of dancing shadow. And when he took your umbral hands in his, the gesture was purposeful, calm.

The beast still shrouded him, watching you with the kind of intent gaze only a feral creature can achieve. But they were both here. The vicious instinct tempered, if not tamed.

You could feel it in yourself as well, and wondered what kind of monster now lived within you. It must look like him, you supposed, as his Shadow stretched to preen at your head, or, what covered it. Such a strange feeling, to be skin within a skin. But not terrible. Not like it had been for him all these years. And for that, you were happy to help shoulder the burden.

There was joy in this, too. He swept away and pulled you along, crashing easily through the window and taking flight, your formless forms dancing above the trees together. Free, but not mindless. Wild, but not a danger to the harmless.

And so it was.

A curse, not broken, but cut.

And two shadows, flying entwined through the moonlit night.

~

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Realizing that it's very fun to write in a fairy tale/myth style bc you can get really frilly with the language

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I need him to bite the back of my neck and fuck every ounce of frustration he’s got into me. I’ll take it all, every bit. Give him to me and give him NOW.

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Things we leave the windows open for

My personal interpretation of the Male Creepers and what I think their targets usually are!

Includes: Jeff the Killer, BEN Drowned, Masky, Hoodie, Ticci Toby, Laughing Jack, Eyeless Jack, Slenderman,

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Notes

These go along with my other post about my personal AU so if you are intrested or curious I'd love to write for or interact over my AU!

JEFF THE KILLER

Jeff is brutal and unforgiving, he likes to hear people scream and beg to live.

But when he isn't out and about he's in his head, thinking, stuck in his room staring at his knife and thinking about everything.

I think Jeff is mean, he bullies his fellow creeps, he snaps when things don't go to plan, he's cocky and for good reason. But he wont let them die or be taken away from him because silently, he refuses to let familiar faces be ripped away from him.

He's dangerous and he knows it, he knows he can get his jobs done but for that same reason he is careless. His victims don't get away but they might put up a fight and he loves that.

He does not want to be sidelined, he isn't a sidekick. He's the faceman, the main fucking character and he relishes in it. Anything less irritates him.

His targets are usually teen shits. Boys who think nobody knows what they did to that drunk girl at that party last week. Girls who blackmail and abuse their friends like they deserve to be treated better.

BEN DROWNED

He is always in control, always watching, always there. Lurking around the Manor like a virus, sending ominous messages to the others just to cause chaos.

He likes chaos, he likes panic. He loves controlling the chaos

BEN is hard to pin down, he's quick and sharp. Hardly explains things and always moving, he's the creepy kid in the corner of a birthday party.

He likes to play jokes, but he always takes them too far, he wants attention. Even if it's bad attention.

His targets are cyberbullies and those who use the Dark Web. Comibg through a screen to drown a trafficer in his bathtub before callibg the cops and tipping the house to the police.

HOODIE [Brian]

The silent observer, you're lucky if he speaks to you at all. His camera is his best friend and he captures every moment he can on it. It's busted and scratched like hell but he'll never replace it.

He's more about silence, doesn't like messy or screming victims. Always with Masky, the only time they split is to use the bathroom or the rare instances they sleep.

He's an observer, but don't take that and run. He is also a Proxy and can kill in any way imaginable. He prefers suffocation, restrained, muffled and silent.

The Proxies (Hoodie, Masky, Toby, and Kate) all are sent after the more dangerous targets, real serial killers and terrorists.

MASKY [Tim]

Slenderman's right hand man. The boss when he's away. Imagine Wolverine but ten times less of a Hero.

Cusses, smokes, drinks, mean, and judgemental. Takes no shit towards him or Hoody, maybe Toby or Kate if they aren't being little shits.

Gets things done fast and hard, kills and leaves no evidence behind. No blood splatter, no singular hair, no fingerprints. The only evidence is Hoodie's recordings.

Takes charge when due, knows how to do thibgs and knows to get things done quick. The only reason they're still under the radar.

Refer to Hoodie for victim type.

TICCI TOBY [Toby Rogers]

Toby is everything all at once. Too much and too little all at the same time. He's loud and can't sit still, he's distracted and bloodthirsty, he wants to punish the bad people more than he wants to live.

He disregards his own physical health in favor of curiosity, shoot him, stab him, bite him, he wont feel it and will continue to strike just to see what pain looks like.

He's also quiet, sitting in his room in utter silence pickibg at his hands trying not to think, trying to forget. But he never does.

Craves normalcy the most out of all of them, thinks about what life would be like if Lyra hadn't died. If he had lived a normal life, if he had got the help he needed. He wants to lead a boring life among normal people and can be found lurking around on Halloween night pretending to be normal for once.

Refer to Hoodie for victim type.

LAUGHING JACK

He rules over a domain overrun with lost souls and toys come to life. Has dubbed himself ringleader.

Loves to joke and laugh. It's all a mask though, to hide his fear of abandonment. He finds it difficult to make true bonds because of this and often holes up in fear.

The only Creeper capable of taking out child targets. Little kids that will cause large issues, kids who will grow up to be those horrible people without hope of a different path. He's likely the most merciful iut of the Creeps because of this but he can be ruthless. Those claws can do more than quick deaths.

EYELESS JACK

Eerily quiet and monstrous, you will never find him having a manic or depressive episode. He never lets his emotions see the light of day because it is weakness.

Cannot trust people fully anymore, the only person he trusts anymore is Slenderman because he has to.

He's the type you have to out a bell on, no warnings, no steps just a sudden presence or "Excuse me"

He kills in the darkness, surgical presicion that would put any certified professional to absolute shame. Removing the organs he needs before stitching them back uo and giving a lethal dose of whatever drug he's carrying. He usually goes for peoole who thinks they got away with things or those who have done things that don't truly deserve the brutality or Jeff.

SLENDERMAN

Never will you catch him before he catches you. He will never be off guard, never be injured, never out of control.

Every rage, every kill, every reality-rippibg episode is controlled and purposeful. He has his purpose, his Proxies and killers have their jobs, he is the overseer.

But he's also a way of redemption. All of his Killers are guilty of something, so he picks the best, the most lethal, the most likely to be loyal and he keeps them under his thumb.

He only steps in when they are in danger, he cannot let them be hurt or taken because their mission takes priority over all else. He is a silent Operator who strives to keep the unsuspecting and innocent mortals safe and calm. He is the unseen peacekeeper.

He cares, he cares for his Proxies and killers more than anything but he knows that eventually he will have to give them up. Eventually they will age, they will break and he will have to erase it all and give them death. But he is merciful, he wouldn't give them hell after all the good that they have done.

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My Creepers AU ❤️

In my head I have made up a little AU so that I can work with and imagine the Creepypasta characters without having to think to hard about "Would this be canon?" Or if a literal psycho would behave the way I need.

This is all for funsies, I would lovw to hear feedback from people and asks so that I can warm up to not only this fandom but writing in general.

First and foremost in this AU they are not willy-nilly murderers. Every kill is planned and approved by boss man (Slender, will touch on his role in a second)

In short, the Creepypasta are a collection of serial killers who still have morals (although some less than most) there is a hierarchy system, and many regulations to ensure their mission remains secret and safe.

The Bossman

Slenderman is the boss, he oversees the hundreds of helpers he has aquired and his word is law.

I do want to stick somewhat close to Canon with him, he is an all powerful being, a dark entity that few can bear to be near for very long. Only the truly wicked and twisted in the head can not only stay sane around him, but also work for him.

It's how he enlists, Slenderman can sense every possible candidate for such a position and has the decency to wait untill the individual has hit rock bottom or is in dire need of help. It's then that he swoops in and offers them a place among his ranks, if he is turned down the individual will die.

However if accepted Slenderman and the individual form a blood bond, a sort of magic or spell that ties the individual to Slenderman so that he can connect to them telepathically but also pull them out of dangerous situations if need be.

Straying from canon in this AU Slenderman is very much the tired boss the mass had made him out to be, he acts like a dad to the creepers that are permanently within his main residence (Toby, Sally, BEN, and most of the 'younger' creeps)

He is not only protective of his workers but he is quite kind to them in comparison to the Canon idea. Slenderman is a constant presence, someone who the creepers know will help them if they truly do need it. But there is still a touch of fear that comes with it, if the Creeps betray him they are dead in an instant or cut from the organization and dumped on a mental hospital's doorstep.

The heirarchy

Obviously there is a difference between the Proxies and your average Creeps.

The Proxies are Slenderman's immediate servants, they are his most trusted employees if you will (Tim get's employee of the month every month)

The Proxies are individuals that held so much potential that Slenderman gave a bit of his own energy to them, granting them intense speed and strength to help with the larger tasks assigned to them. They ramain in the main residence with Slenderman at all times if not on a mission.

The rest of the Creeps are really just crazy, that's their bonus power. Their insanity has been honed by Slenderman's mental connection and helps their senses and stength but not as much as the Proxies.

There is little competition to get a spot as a Proxy, the Creeps don't see much appeal to it (it's just more work and having to stay in one place for a long time)

Regulations

They have quite the strict terms and agreements list.

Follow the list (List will be explained after this)

Do not engage in fights outside of work or duels

Do not engage with the public

Do not contact anyone from your past

Do not bring anyone to any of the houses

Do not steal from fellow Creeps

Do not disrespect the houses in any shape way or form.

These are the broader rules for them to follow, set in place by Slenderman to keep them all safe and compliant.

This is all I'm writing for it rn, let me know if anyone want's to know more or has questions

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Quasimodo deserves it.

My favorite Disney Prince! ❤️🔔

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When I read about Revali dancing to impress reader all I can think about is a glorified Macerena.

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MHA Genetics rant

Basically I want to talk about genetics in the My Hero Academia world, I love the science of it and want to share what I have learned and pondered with all who wish to learn.

Okay, so a basic run-down of genetics is that you have two types of genes, Dominant and Recessive. Dominant traits are traits that will always be shown (Often expressed with capitol letters) and Recessive traits will only be expressed if both parents carry and pass the gene to the offspring (Expressed with a lowercase letter

For the sake of sanity:

X=dominant traits and x=recessive traits

In the real world traits like black and brown hair are dominant over blonde and red so to have a blonde or red haired child both of the parents will have to carry (express or just carry) the trait for it.

For example: Lisa has red hair, her mom and dad both have black hair. That means that both of her parents carried the trait of red hair and passed it to their daughter Lisa.

Danny has black hair, his mom has brown hair and his dad has black hair. So his father passed the trait for black hair and that gene overruled whatever his mom passed on (or the same vise versa if his mom had the gene for black hair)

Now, onto the nerding.

(I will only be looking into hair and eye color)

In the MHA world I'm sure alot of people have thought about fankids, not shown parents, how the characters are mixes of their parents, and so on.

To start with, we'll look at Izuku Midoriya.

Izuku Midoriya was born with green hair and eyes, traits that he shares with his mother, Inko Midoriya.

Now like in real life I'd say it is safe to assume that darker hair and eyes are dominant over lighter colors (For example: Red, Purple, Black, Brown, Green, and Orange will likely be dominant over Pink, Yellow, Blonde, Blue, and White. Allong with the same dominants and recessives of our world.)

So that being said Midoriya will likely have Green haired children unless he carries the gene for another hair color, perhaps black.

For example, If Midoriya and Uraraka had children those offspring would be more likely to have Green hair and brown eyes. But since they both have dominant traits I think it would be pretty up in the air.

Now let's look at the Bakugo family

Bakugo's parents look like him, his hair and eyes from his mother, and I believe his facial structure and other physical atributes from his father.

As I said before Blonde hair is recessive to brown, meaning that Masaro (I think that's his father's name) had to have had a blonde haired member in his family in order to carry and pass the gene with Mitsuki's own blonde gene. The mix of recessive genes gave Bakugo his blonde hair, there is a chance he carrues the gene for brown hair aswell.

His eyes are likely a dominant trait from his mother, so he should carry the gene for brown eyes.

I'll end this here, if anybody is intrested in more please ask or comment and I'd be glad to give another nerdy rant.

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I love Tokoyami

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Accidents happen

In which poor Ida accidentally has an "issue".

Suggestive-ish?

Thought the comfort and assurance would be cute, may be weird to other people tho. Sorry if it seems weird guys I have no intention of it being so.

Also I love how he wear a whole-ass hat to bed

You had asked Ida to go shopping with you, you wanted to get a sundress for the summer and of course wanted Ida to help you pick since A) He is your boyfriend and B) You'll be wearing it around him alot.

So you went to a shopping center.

"What store do you think will have what you're looking for?" Tenya asked as you two walked side by side, his expression questioning as you passed a variety of clothing outlets.

You pointed to a store selling feminine clothes. "That looks promising."

So you went inside, browsing a variety of different dresses and shirts, jokingly holding up the revealing ones to which Tenya would shake his head and lightly scold you while trying to hold back his own laughs. Eventually you found a cute one, about knee-length, cream with little blue flowers dotting the comfortable fabric. It had a corset design on the waist a zipper in the back and thin straps. Ida approved on the hanger and you asked for a dressing room.

In the dressing room it fit well, tight but not suffocating, nice but not overly revealing. It was an appropriate and pretty dress. While it did hug your backside a bit, and the neckline exposed a sliver of cleavage you didn't think much of it. Until you came out to show Tenya and he went red faced.

He sat there, choked up and flustered, just looking at you. You were beautiful, absolutely beautiful.

However, against his will....his pants began to feel too tight, he cursed mentally and gave you the thumbs up. You however noticed his discomfort, you changed quickly, purchased the dress and came to Ida's side (He still sat on the little bench outside of the dressing rooms)

"Tenya? Something wrong?" You asked softly, looking at your boyfriend with a worried expression. Was he sick? His face was red and he was sweating profusely.

"I fear....I may have an issue...." He said tensly, his body even more rigid than usual.

"Elaborate Tenya, what's wrong?" You asked, looking him in the eye. He bowed his head in shame and spoke in a whisper.

"I'm sorry, my....manhood has gotten excited." Ohhhhh.....that made sense.

"I did not mean to I swear, I was not thinking filthy thoughts when you were in the dress or prior. I don't know why it happened now and here of all places." He started, rambling his apologies. You took his hand in yours and squeezed it. Keeping your voice quiet too.

"Tenya, calm down it's okay. I know you didn't mean it alright? These things happen, have you really never read into it?" You said as you took off your jacket.

He looked at you questioningly "What do you mean?"

"I mean getting erections is a normal thing Tenya, even when you aren't thinking about dirty things. It's because of horomones. You got red faced when you saw me, your horomones must have sent blood there too." You explained as you gave him your jacket. "Tie this around your waist, the sleeves will hide it until it calms down. Do you want to go to the bathroom to wait it out?"

He gave a nod, doing as told he couldn't believe you weren't mad. He thought you'd think he was dirty for this, but no.....you were understanding and helping him not get noticed by it.

After helping him to the bathroom and waiting a few minutes for him he returned your jacket and sulked for a bit, still ashamed he couldn't control something like that. Whilw on the bus back to UA you showed him some medical articles about it.

He felt a bit at ease knowing it was a real thing for random erections to be a common occurence with teen boys, but he still couldn't help from feeling bad.

As you walked back to the dorms, bag in your hand you squeezed his, giving him a little smile as you stopped. "Tenya I am not mad, it is a normal thing and I know you wouldn't think about dirty things, especially in public."

"I still feel guilty for it, it was improper and-"

"Tenya." You said sternly, stopping him from another rambled apology.

"I do not blame you. It is not something you can control. If it happens again tell me and I'll help cover your exit okay?" You truly were the best girlfriend ever.

He hugged you tightly, exhaling before pulling back to hold your shoulders and smile brightly, greatful to have someone as educated and understanding as you.

"I will, thank you."

(Look it up guys it is a real thing.)

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Rules!

Will write just about everything, angst, fluff, platonic, romantic.

I write "x readers" but very little "character x character" so beware of this.

Specify any details you want, like dissabilities or specific things you want to see. Depending on the ask I'll write either a scenario or headcanons (You can specify which you prefer)

Currently only writing for My Hero Academia, The Legend of Zelda(BoTW and AoC), TMNT 2012, Demon Slayer, and Disney (movies and such), and Creepypastas

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The Raven, and his Lenore.

Tonight's honorable mention goes to @blair-vvitch

Thank you so much, you helped me figure out how to write for Tokoyami decently well. ❤️❤️

Tokoyami Fumikage x reader Angst, like....super bad guys. In which Tokoyami falls in love, and realizes the pain that comes with war. MAJOR TW!!! !!!GORE, DEATH, LOTS OF BLOOD!!! ALSO! MAJOR SPOILER WARNING!

(In this Tokoyami was not knocked out during the battle against All For One)

You knew nothing, nothing but heat and light and numbness. You heard no screaming of the man you held in an iron grip, as he clawed and fought against you, like his life depended on it, and it did.

You did not smell the burning of flesh as the man, and you, both burned. Your skin and hair catching in the flames and burning, burning, burning, burning.

As the man realized his life-ending mistake in using his own quirk to amplify and draw out a malfunction of yours, he screamed, as his hair melted to his scalp and his eyes went white. As his arm moved on pure survival instinct to shove the last of Eri's stolen power into your neck, making you gag and choke on the blood that found way into your throat and seeped into your lungs. It only took seconds for the blinding light to fade, leaving anyone within a four mile radius wondering where the sun had gone.

As you and the man fell to the ground he seemed to crumble to dust, his charred body ruined and dead long ago. How the unoccupied husk was capable of stopping your horrific display? Nobody would ever know.

So you layed there in a pool of your own blood, covered in singed clothes, still smoking from the fire that came of the heat. The man now in ashes all around you as you attempted to breath, to take air into your lungs and live. But it was no good, you only choked, your skin still numb to the bloody, raw blisters and burns decorating your once beautiful skin.

You didn't register the footsteps, nor the familiarity of them. Despite the fatigue plagueing poor Tokoyami's body he stayed upright, looking in horror upon his love, or rather, what remained of you.

How long had you lain here alone? Four minutes? Or an hour? Could you even have survived that long?

"Ffff.....umi" He heard, oh so softly from the mass of burns in his arms. Tears already began welling in his red eyes, he tried not to think about how weak your voice was compared to normal, how fragile you were, how close to death you were.

"Yes? My dear?" He whispered back, bringing a hand to your face to turn your head toward him, his teary red eyes searched your own dull irises for anything, any hint of recognition or hope.

All he found was numbness and acceptance.

"Do you....still....know my favorite..." You trailed off, unable to find the strength to keep talking, to finish the simple question. However, Tokoyami knew what you were asking.

It only made his tears fall, only made him realize that you wanted to hear his voice reciting your favorite poem one last time before you couldn't be his anymore.

"Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary" he began, choking only a little. However he forced his voice solid, for you.

"Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore" Another sob, he had to pause. His hold on you tightening slightly as he shifted to hold you against him like a babe, his tears mingling with your blood in a horribly beautiful shade of pale red.

He felt as if his heart would go with you. Surely it would claw it's way through bone and flesh to die by your side, to hold your cold hand as you walked across that bridge to your next life.

In your next life, you'd be the sun. He had no doubt, you would be the sun above them. The same one to warm their springs and gift them light, to create his shadows, to create him.

Surely the gods would not he so cruel as to take away his sun! His love! His! Not theirs. His. And only his. No matter whatever may happen. With this thought, he managed to continue.

"While I nodded, nearly napping,

suddenly there came a tapping,

As if someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door."

He looked at you once more, opened his eyes to see you, to see if you were still here, to make sure you were still here. He saw you exhale, inhale, exhale, shallow breaths and yet still breaths nonetheless.

"Tis some visitor, I muttered, tapping at my chamber door.

Only this, and nothing more."

He couldn't do this.....

He stopped once more, breaking and sobbing again. He rested his chin on your head and wept, wept loudly, wept like a man without shame as he rocked you and grappled at his sanity.

Unable to grasp it tight and keep it as close as you were, his mind ran rampant with his own thoughts.

He couldn't do this without you. He had to keep going for you. Living without you would be hell on earth.

Living with what had happened today, would be hell on earth.

The horror, the bloody messes left in the wakes of both heroes and villains. He didn't want to think about his friends now, not after finding you in such a state. He couldn't bear the thoughts of losing his friends aswell.

"Ah distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December;

And each seperate dying ember wrought it's ghost upon the floor

Eagerly I wished the morrow,

Vainly I had sought to borrow

From my books sercease of sorrow-

Sorrow for the lost...."

He couldn't finish the line. Not when it rang true in his mind and body, not when he felt he'd succumb to his madness if he uttered the word.

He only looked at you, wide eyed with damp cheek feathers. And as he notted the lack of rise and fall, the dulling of your eyes and the way you seemed to just be...gone. He knew, he knew and he couldn't stop the scream that tore his throat to shreds.

So desperate and pained anyone who heard it stopped to let dread and tears creep into their eyes. As his beak gave way for the cry over his love, his beautiful Lenore.

His Lenore.

And quietly, he sank back in on himself. Ears rining and chest heaving as he sobbed harder, burying his beak into your neck and chest, clutching your dead body to him as if he could bring you back by just crying to you and begging in pitiful pleads to come back, begging Amaterasu to give him his sun back, to give him back his love.

"Lenore"

He said only this, and nothing more.