#i forgor to add that tag originally. f.

[maythearo]

" Welcome to Night Raven College's "Ghostly Gossip"! The school's unofficial main online source for the latest news, articles and trending topics circulating around campus! "

" A new ghoul here, are you? Well then, don't worry. Let this blog be your guide from the hallways to the catacombs! I'll let you in for some personal notes and tips to gurantee your high school survival, so don't you get lost on me now! "

There are plenty of monster students yet to be introduced to you, but for today let's start with...

Navigation (to be linked) :

R. Rosehearts - T. Clover - C. Diamond - A. Trappola - D. Spade - L. Kingscholar - R. Bucchi - J. Howl - A. Ashengrotto - J. Leech - F. Leech - K. Al Asim - J. Viper - V. Schoenheit - R. Hunt - E. Felmier - I. Shroud - O. Shroud - M. Draconia - L. Vanrouge - S. Zigvolt - Silver

(Messy) Design notes:

Give me strength to complete this project with every character. Just Jamil's took me days because I kept getting stuck with that first scraped design ⚰️ of course I had to start with him since AHEM AHEM I hate him sm (lying)

The only thing I forgor to add in the pic above is that the reason I made his hair half green/blue/(?) Is bcs I wanted something to contrast with the red clothes. For the first half of the process I thought his color pallette was too boring in general, so I slapped a gradient over his Rapunzel hair and called it a day tbh 💪

I'm still not 100% sure if I nailed it the way I originally wanted to, buy hey, It's a start. Can't let my perfectionism hold be back and keep me from sharing my art til the end of times. So here it is. First entry. I'm posting this at 22:20 right after I got home from class so I hope my exhaustion didn't sneak in some typos in the post 😫😫 oh and by the way the snake names were all ideas I asked for on my instagram stories. I absolutely love Steve. The person who sent the idea said that it was Kalim who named it that way and I can totally see it happening

But in a final note, I wanted a cooler layout for me to post the series, so I took the name Ghostly Gossip from Spectra's original name for her blog before it became The Gory Gazette, I believe? I'm having fun with this idea that everyone would be introduced by a in-universe blog post just like the original monster high website used to do. So I'm creating a tag for the navigation purposes too! At #.the ghostly gossip hehe, but that's kinda all! Um,, stay tuned? (Runs away)

[chronicallycrow]

You Wanted to Hate Him.

Fandom: DSMP

Relationship(s): Dream/Reader

Word Count: 634

CW: Derealization, Depersonalization, internal battle(?), Possibly more??

Notes: I wrote this as a vent. It started out as just a thing of "I need to write", and then Dream just kinda. Showed up. I mean, at least it made me feel better?? I dunno. I'm just really tired and going through a shit mental health time.

You're not fully awake, but you're not sleep yet, either. The time reads 22:30. Nothing feels real. You close your eyes, rub them, pray things will feel real again. They don't.

The room is unnaturally dark. Too cold. The window is open. You don't want to close it. It's too quite. Everything falls silent. It's so loud.

You close your eyes, take a breath in. There's a knocking at the door. You bite your lip. You get up, not on your own accord. Your legs bring you to the door. You look up at him. He puts a hand on your cheek, rubbing circles into it. The other wraps around your waist, pulling you near.

He doesn't feel real. You close your eyes, breath in his scent. His hand rubs circles on your lower back, other shifting to hold between your shoulders. You take a breath in. The breath doesn't feel real, either.

You glance up. You see part of his hair. Blonde as always. You push yourself into him, body pressed close. You want to merge yourself with him, become one, and then never meet your own body again. He lets you. He doesn't stop running your back. He's a convicted felon, he's a murderer, he was created in the image of the God few have seen.

He lets go of you, hand moving from pressing on you. You move back. He looks at you, gently brushing your hair out of the way. He's horrible. He's horrible and terrible and you want him - Need him - Here. You glance over the scars on his face, down his neck, the burnt mark of a smile, the burnt mark of an 'XD'. You're reminded again of how he's terrible. You're reminded of how you've been branded, too. Your hand goes to your lower neck. You feel over the scar. You hate the way the skin feels - You hate more that you don't want the mark to ever go away.

He moves past you and sits on the bed. You let yourself sink beside him. He moves an arm around you again. Part of you screams to push him away and leave. You lean into him and close your eyes. You ignore the voice yelling. You lay your head on his shoulder. He pulls you closer. You want to merge with him again. Be one. He gives your side a gentle squeeze. You let out a huff, gently pushing your elbow into his stomach. It doesn't do much. He lays his head on yours. You want to hate him. You close your eyes and let out a sigh. The room doesn't feel as silent anymore.

At some point, he'd pulled you onto his lap and fallen back against the bed. You were still awake then. You let your head burry itself in his chest. He held you close. Maybe this is how you left your body. One of your hands made it's way to run its fingers through his hair. They got caught on tangles, caught on dirt, caught on things you didn't want to think about. He let out a content sigh. You swore at yourself for sinking into him more when you did.

You let yourself begin to fall asleep in his grip. You let yourself be completely vanurable. You missed these moments. He was a murderer, an abuser, twisted and traumatized and tortured and hated. Before you fully let sleep grasp you, you leaned up and gave the side of his chin a kiss. You laid your head back down and let sleep fully engulf you. You didn't dream. Things didn't feel as quiet or dark anymore. You cursed at yourself, at the irony of a horrible, horrible man making the room feel lighter. You wanted to hate him. He wouldn't let you.