#I'm currently holding my little Snoopy

[moonchild-in-blue]

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🧿 Greetings and Salutations 🧿

My name is Darya, I'm a 26 yo woc who lives on the moon, and is too anxious for her own good. I have a little about me section if you're feeling snoopy about silly ol' me and some of my interests 🌷 🌧️ 🍋 🎨 🎶

[pssst, I have an ao3 as well right here 👀]

Update: @fellowship-of-sleep-reads is a book club created by and for Sleep Token fans. Come say hi and join the conversation!

Feel free to interact with me whenever - I am terrible at replying to dms but I'm trying to be more mindful about that. You're always welcome to send me an ask, tag in me in stuff, or whatever else! (anons are 100% chill)

☽ Tags, Content, and Others ☾

☽ Alright, what's all this then?

I blog mostly about music/literature/art/photography and whatever funny haha's peak my interest. As of June 2023, about 50% of my content is now Sleep Token related, so there's that. I keep it tagged in case anyone wants to block.

-> here's a good Sleep Token intro post if you're curious

(I'm always happy to talk about them, my brain is all mushy because of the creatures 🥺)

Expect to see a healthy dose of poetry, Pride and Prejudice, and BTS here. Also Dracula / Dracula Daily 🧛‍♂️ I am not capable of being a passive consumer of things.

[DISCLAIMER: I do not consent to have my art - whether a painting, writing, or anything else - reposted to other sites, reused, or otherwise reproduced in any way (unless explicitly stated). If you wish to, please reach out to me first, either through my ask box or through my dms.]

☽ Tags?

I try to tag everything accordingly (sometimes i forgor), and my most used tags should be on the search function.

(note: the search system is being a jerk so if you want to look for something, just use the tags on this post)

To make things easier:

#darya is unhinged <- for my writing, blurbs, ST lore analysis, etc

#darya talks to herself <- for personal posts and rants

#darya does art <- for my art posts

#darya answers <- for asks and such

#special pocket post <- for some of my favourite things

#sleep token <- for anything related to our beloved creechurs

#sleep token lore <- for all lore-related posts, mine or otherwise

#create;release <- for my Sleep Token illustration project, Create ; Release

All other content should be self-explanatory and tagged normally, but I'll update this if/when needed.

(jan. 2024 update)

#darya goes to the aquarium <- if you wanna see my slightly blurry content of my recent oceanarium visit; there are some cute, calming videos of fishies 🪼🦈🐟🪸

☽ Anything you won't post?

I don't usually post anything nsfw - however I am an adult, so that is up to my discretion. I'll tag visually explicit stuff when necessary but navigate at your own risk.

I rarely do any tw/cw so if there is anything that should be (or you need) tagged just let me know, and I'll happily tag it!

I refrain from posting political/current world events content, simply because I stopped engaging with it in here. There are plenty of good, insightful blogs around with Good Verified Sources and commentary - I am not one of them. That being said, I won't tolerate any type of hate discourse or disrespect of any kind. I myself am a poc and a Christian (although I very rarely post/engage with content here).

I respect and welcome any and all kinds of beliefs, ethnicities, etc. This is a LGBTQIA+ friendly blog. Everyone is welcomed and safe here. Please unfollow if any of this makes you uncomfortable (and maybe take a little time to self reflect).

☽ Is that all?

That is all. Here is a reminder to drink some water, stretch your back, and give your eyes a rest. Remember, you are loved and worthy of all good things. It's okay if you're struggling - I am holding your hand and sending you moonlit kisses. 💙🫂🌜

｡ {\_/}⊹ ༘ ᗢ( • • )ᗢ˚ ᗢ />🌷 ᗢ₊˚ here's a pretty flower for you~

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Menace in the Room

Fem!Ghostface x Reader

A/N: Based from this post! This concept is what immediately came to mind when I saw it. I tried keeping this short but that didn't happen. 😅 @bisexual-horror-fan hope you like this!

Wordcount: 2,115

TW: Character death, Swearing, Implications of past home invasion, Home Invasion, Implications of past stalking, Slight dehumanization

The sound effects of the movie echoed throughout the empty house. Light from the TV screen illuminated your face as every light and lamp in the house was turned off in order to keep the horror atmosphere alive. Curtains were drawn to prevent any late-night snoopy neighbours or wayfarers from catching a glimpse through the windows. You subconsciously leaned in closer to the screen, buttered fingers gripping the bowl in anticipation for the upcoming drama. As per typical theater tradition, the soda you were once drinking had gone flat since you neglected it in favor of the movie.

You jumped from your spot on the couch in surprise as the killer had unsuspectingly shepherd the victim into an unsavory position; pinned hard against the floor, movements restricted to desperate struggling. Despite the current volume the TV had, you gently swayed closer as if the few inches of movement would enhance your hearing abilities.

"Urgh! What do you want from me?!!? Son of a- let me go!"

"Now now. Is that anyway to talk to a lover? You were so gracious enough to let me inside your home." His voice sounded so tender and soft, almost as if he wasn't about to make them meet their maker. The killer gingerly rubbed the victim's cheek, a gross mockery of two lovers on a date.

"I didn't let in shit! I didn't do anything to you, so why are you doing this to me!?" The victim struggled harder to break free to no avail with tears filling their eyes. Rapid blinking did little to get rid of them.

"You know I'm doing this for you, baby. There's beauty in death and sweetheart, don't you want to be beautiful? To forever be immortalized as a work of art?" Blade now in hand, the killer raised his arm and angled his body to get a better view of the victim, ignoring their hollow pleas of forgiveness for cruel actions they had no knowledge of. The killer plunged the knife into-

Ring, ring, ring~!

"Ah!???" You shouted as the phone broke concentration to the film.

Ring, ring, ring~!

That fucking phone. Grumbling in annoyance, you wiped your hands on your pajama pants and grabbed the remote to pause the movie. You didn't allow the other party the oppurtunity to speak.

"Who is this? What do you want?"

"Not even a 'hello'? How rude. I'm hurt!"

And just who were they to police how you answered the phone?

"Excuse me? Who do you thi- "

"I just want to ask one question. Surely, you can give me that right~ ♪?"

Wait. This was how the victims died; according to rumors, it always started with a phone call. Oh, fuck no. You immediately hung up the phone, paranoia sinking its claws into you. Not even a minute had passed before the phone rang again, filling you with a lack of security. You froze in place, watching it ring until it stopped. Without missing a beat, you dashed upstairs to your room, grabbing the baseball bat for protection.

Tap, tap, tap.

No. Fucking. Way. Raising the bat into a offensive stance, you traipse to the tapping noise coming from the kitchen window. One hand hesitantly pulled back the curtains for you to see the not-so-mysterious caller. Icy adrenaline ran through your veins as she stood there, one hand on her hips with the other holding a phone as she waved at you from the backyard. She raised the phone to her ear then pointed at you, signaling she wants you to pick up. You watched as she slowly punched in the numbers and pressed call. She didn't have to wait this time.

"Back with an answer? Did I do something to upset you? Just say the word and I'll fix it~♪"

"I... I want.. you", Tension and fear spliced your words. "I want you to get the fuck out of my backyard."

" ...Okay."

Silence on the other end. Seconds felt like centuries, the bat becoming heavier as more time passed. She was still on the line; that much was certain. While you debated hanging up again, a faint thud grabbed you attention. Your worst possible fears were realized the moment you heard it. As you creeped your way through the dark hallway, you strained to hear any possible indicator that may help you locate her in your home. It was a seemingly impossible task, unfortunately, as the only thing you could hear was your beating heart.

A vague silhouette resembling a picture frame laid on the ground. Placing the phone on the floor, you patted the wall frantically trying to find the light switch, glancing over your shoulder in case she might be sneaking up on you. Once found, nothing happened when you flicked the switch. Repeating the motion did nothing.

A sickening feeling in your gut rose and festered, clouding your brain in a distorted haze. If she cut the circuit, got into your house, and knocked over a picture frame... then it's reasonable to assume she's biding her time. No, she is biding her time, and she used the picture frame as a diversion.

"You know, you should know better than to leave your window unlocked. It's so~ easy to get inside your bedroom. Hey, speaking of bedroom, why don't we "chill" together? Your bed seems big enough for us both after all~♪" Her voiced chirped through the phone, a layer of malice underlying her words.

This was double-edged sword. Perhaps in another situation, preferably one where you weren't being taunted with murder in your own home, you would've considered her explicit suggestion. She could simply be talking about your room, or be physically in your room. It was a gamble. So, why not humor her? "Alright, sit tight princess. I'll be right there."

Just when you reached the top of the stairs, a dark blob sprung around the corner and pushed you down the stairs. As you tumbled down the stairs, the bat flew to the floor and landed a good distance away from you. A few bruises and one throbbing head later, you squinted to see her sitting on the steps, resting her masked face on one hand with the other holding a knife. Perhaps announcing your impending arrival wasn't the best nor smartest decision you've made in your life.

The chances of you getting out of this with minor injuries is slim to none. It's possible you still have a fighting chance to get out of this alive, but based off movies, how often has that worked out? Everything about her was relaxed, simply watching you as you quickly tried working out an escape route. It was a standoff to see who would move first.

The will to see the morning sun again gave you the resolve to madly dash towards the bat. Your action came at the cost of experiencing a white-hot pain shoot through your calf. In a mindless motion, you fiercely gripped the bat and swung it over your shoulder, successfully connecting the blow to her head. She groaned in pain, holding onto the wall for support.

What few seconds you gained was used trying to stand yourself upright against your body's wish. Although the tv screen provided light, you opted to not see the damage, focusing on possibly knocking her out cold. How, though? Both cars are gone, front door is locked, and your leg is shit now.

Steadying yourself with your good leg, you brought down the bat hard. She fell to the floor again, not expecting you to get up so soon. Quickly hobbling to the door, you began unlocking and opening the door only for it to be slammed shut. Not even a second later, two more deep wounds joined the one one on your leg.

The sudden, erupting pain blocked you from thinking rational thoughts as your attention was now turned to how fast she caught up. She took advantage of your confusion, digging her gloves fingernails into your now injures shoulder and roughly pushed you to the floor. You barely had time to register what was happening before she was straddling you, a muffed giggle leaving her masked mouth. Your cloudy mind drifted to a scene in the movie you were watching before the nightmare started.

"How.. how did you get into my house?" You weakly tried to make sentences through the pain. "I made sure everything was locked."

She tilted her head. "Isn't it obvious? I gotta make sure I know my babes before I see 'em♪! How else can a girl prepare to surprise those she holds dear♪?"

She continued talking which bordered on monologuing, something about how easy it was to figure out where you lived and how little self-preservation you have. You did your best to listen and meet where you figured her eyes would be, but as the adrenaline was slowly wearing off, it took half a thought to realize just how.. revealing her outfit was. The most sensible part of her attire was the boots and mask. Her chest was closer to you then anything else, something she picked up on as she cut herself short mid-sentence. Something that became even more embarrisingly obvious with how deep your face flushed.

"Couldn't keep your eyes off, hm? I don't blame you for having exquisite taste after all♪"

If she was trying to convey a wink through speech, she succeeded. Beneath the ironic humor and playfullness of the situation lays the disturbing realization that this was going to be your final moment. There was no real way for you to fight back, nor any way for you to hopefully stun her long enough to make it to a neighbour's house.

At your final moments, you were going to die alone on the floor with no dreams of an imaginary help ever arriving. Being the independent person you are, your neighbours may not even realize something is amiss in their sleepy neighbourhood. They don't know that tomorrow morning, your family are going to come home to see a tragedy in their living room.

The grim reality plummeted your vision of getting out this alive to the point where you relaxed in the killer's grip. If she felt the difference, which she most certainly did, she didn't say anything about it. Everything grew eerily quiet. Light from the movie seemed to dim, surrendering to the darkness that's occupying the once vibrant home you grew up in.

Your voice was whispering despite that it's only the two of you there. "Just what did I do to you?"

You caught how her breath hitched. How she stiffened ever so slightly, how the grip she has on her knife tightened by a fraction. Begging for their lives', insults, and asking that damn question was something she came to expect and love. Acceptance of their death wasn't. It not only ruins the fun, but it gives a chilling reminder that the 'people' she kills have a family too. Sympathy is a feeling that's discarded once she dons the mask. And she hates how it makes her almost pity them. Almost.

"No reason♪. Do we need a reason to do everything nowadays?"

Bullshit. You opened your mouth to voice your opinion; however, she continued.

"You know, I'm getting hit with déjà vu. Reminds me of a scene from Phantom Knight's Reprisal. Don't you agree?"

Bloodloss prevented you from speaking further.

"You really hate me, huh? I can see why. I put so much fear into you, the silent treatment is only fair. Oh, well!"

She shifted to get more comfortable, an indication of the night's grand finale. The amount of bloodshed her readied blade has seen is unknown, and still is unknown as one more poor soul will join the rest. "Don't worry, baby. If an immortalized work of art is what you desire, then a work of art you shall be. You will never be forgotten."

. . .

A small crowd gathered in front of the humble house. Police cars helped act as a barricade against the curious and frightened crowd. News vans and reporters pushed against the yellow tape, persistently trying to get any piece of information. Crime scene cleaners darted in and around the house, making sure not to leave a single piece of evidence behind.

The crisp morning air felt freezing cold against family's faces. Cameras flashed rapidly, desperate to not miss a single moment as the now grief-stricken family exited the home.

Childrens' eyes were covered by their parents, teens gossiping somberly as they passed. Some people blame the police for lack of safety and security while other assure the opposite. Their differing opinions created a quiet chatter amongst the crowd. And unbeknownst to everyone, there was a small smile on a girl who passed that one would ever see.