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@bugzbun
a new intro post! 💕
Hi I'm Usagi! I'm 26 and I enjoy writing for fun when I'm not busy
Somethings I like:
Memes
Anime
Video games (HKIA and ACNH)
Writing
Coloring
Cosplay (still new)
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You can also find me on Bsky
And Wattpad: @BugzBun
See you around!
Hii been a while. 👋 For Halloween, I was (female) Gojo Satoru, so have some more pictures!
Writers block my worst enemy
All my writing seems unfinished because i like to keep it vauge lol
That Butler p3 (last part )
As days turned into weeks, [y/n] found herself drawn to the enigmatic world that revolved around Sebastian. Their meetings became a regular thing and with each passing encounter, their connection deepened. The white rose he had given her now occupied a special place on her nightstand, now a reminder of the growing bond between them since that first night.
One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows, [y/n] arrived at their meeting spot with a flutter of anticipation in her chest. The air was crisp, She adjusted the collar of her robe and gazed at the stone bench, her heart racing with the rustling leaves.
It wasn't long before the familiar sound of footsteps reached her ears, and there he was—Sebastian, his presence as magnetic as ever. He strode towards her with his customary elegance, crimson eyes meeting hers with a warmth that sent shivers down [y/n]'s spine.
"My lady," Sebastian's velvety voice broke the silence, his bow graceful as ever. "[Y/n], you continue to honor me with your presence."
That Butler p2
The next morning was the same as usual to Sebastian, The early birds sang outside, happy to bathe in the morning light and again he was the first to rise, that's easy to do for someone who doesn't require such a great amount of rest, a plus side for him really. It gave him time to his lovely ladies.
The cats he secretly kept in his worbdrobe, of course. Having opened door to said worbrobe, 4 or so cats came crawling out, 2 full black cats, A callico cat and one grey cat all mewing softly at the raven haired man crouched before them with treats in hand and a very cheerful smile, Sebastian felt his cheeks warm up with how delighted he was.
After some time, nuzzling said cats of his, petting and squeezing their soft delicate paws and each one had their fill of food, happily licking their paws in satisfaction. He made sure to clean himself off from any fur to not trigger his Young Masters allergy. Surely he would find out then and go looking for his hidden friends.
After he made way to make sure that Bardlroy and Mey-rin had woken up to tend to their own duties, or rather, end up causing more clean up for Sebastian from how miserably they failed, Sebastian felt his eyebrow twitch in annoyance making him sigh softly.
'You would think after these 3 years, they'd be better with practice.' Sebastian thought to himself as he straitened the cuff of his sleeve while walking down the hall to Ciels room, to wake up his young lord.
That Butler (moving from Quotev)
Big grey fluffy clouds, having just spilled the water they collected through out England, rolled over in the skies above the Phantomhive manor, quiet flashes of lighting hiding in the large nimbus clouds allowed light to be shone through the windows allowing quick glimpses of the rooms inside.
The manor was still, quiet and not a single thing was out of place, Finny, Mey-rin and Bardlroy all lay rest in their appropriate rooms. The gentle rise and fall of a young boys chest, was sign that the young raven haired Earl; Ciel Phantomhive was fast asleep in his rather large bed, stands of his hair gently fell onto his pale face, in sleep was one of the rare times the Earls face softened and looked gentle and times like these are when Sebastian was reminded of just how young his tiny master was.
Said man stood beside Ciels bed, a candle stick in his left gloved hand, the orange and yellow flame danced around the white wick turning it black, the light of the flame along with the flashes of light from the now retreating storm illuminated the tall slender figure of Sebastian, his crimson colored eyes curtained by the strands of his black hair he never slicked back, only when the Young Masters Aunt Frances came to visit did he do so, much to his disfavor.
With one more glance around the room and a look over of his young master, Sebastian turned softly on his heel and retreated out the door to Ciels room, once he heard the soft click of the door fulling closing did he gently blow out the candle in his hand, the smoke now dancing and twirling in the air around him before dispersing and leaving only him in the hall.
Been a while 👋
I did a quick Gojo cosplay 🫠
Needs some work but 🌀 results
Rip Quotev 🫡
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Keep moving your stuff, I'm enjoying reading it! ♡
🥺 Really ? Aha thank you ♡
Moving my writing from Quotev to Tumblr even though it's cringe because it's still part of my lore
Slenderman x reader [5]
My heart raced as Jeff lunged toward me with the glinting knife in his hand, his face contorted into a manic grin. The emotions I felt, the panic and fear, surged through me, but I couldn't let it paralyze me.
Instinctively, I raised the kitchen knife I had brought with me, my grip was shaky on its handle and time seemed to slow as our blades clashed, the sound of metal meeting metal ringing in my ears. I could feel the vibration through my hand.
Jeff's manic laughter filled the air, his strength pushing against mine as he pressed on with the attack. I felt my knees shake as I struggled to keep him at bay, the kitchen knife being no match for his, more menacing blade. ( Think that [y/n]'s knife was used being in the kitchen and all, I could see Jeff keeping new knives on hand.)
Alfie, perched on my shoulder, urged me on. "You can't let him win, [y/n]! Fight back!"
Alfie's words made me feel more determined and I pushed against Jeff with all my might, pushing him back, managing to create some distance between us. My breath came in ragged gasps as I tried to catch my bearings.
The flashlight, knocked out of my hand, now lay on the ground, casting odd shadows in the forest. Jeff, who I could just make out in the dim light, continued to advance.
But just as he lunged toward me again, a strange sensation coursed through my body. It was as if the forest itself responded to my fear. The very trees seemed to come alive, their gnarled branches extending toward Jeff, restraining him and stopping him in his advance.
I watched in awe as the trees held him back, this was their ancient and eerie power manifesting to protect me.
"Alfie, what's happening?" I whispered in disbelief, my voice trembling.
Alfie's tiny wings fluttered with astonishment as she stuttered to reply. "I-I don't know!"
With the tress keeping Jeff at bay, I found a newfound confidence, I took a step forward, the kitchen knife still in my hand, and faced Jeff. His manic laughter before now had turned to frustration as he struggled against the tree's hold.
"I don't know what you want," I said firmly, my heart pounding in my chest. "but you won't hurt me or anyone else."
Slenderman x rader [4]
The school day began like any other, with the usual bustling in the hallways, filled with the chatter and laughter of students heading to their classes.
Reluctantly, Alfie and I had left behind the search for Slender Man's pages, at least for the time being, to fulfill my responsibilities as a high school student.
English class was the first period of the day, and my mind kept on wandering during the lecture.
My thoughts kept drifting back to the unsettling dream I had the night before, the dark forest, Slender Man, and the mysterious boy with the red, scar-like smile who had stabbed me. It all felt too real to be just a dream, and with what Alfie told me, it wasn't just that.
As the teacher droned on about the importance of symbolism in literature, my gaze wandered around the classroom. That's when I noticed him.—
Sitting a few rows away from me, I saw him, his black hair partially covering his face. Only where was his red, scar-like smile that sent shivers down my spine?
I couldn't tear my eyes away from him, and as if sensing my gaze, he turned to look at me. Our eyes locked for a moment, his dark ones bore into my own [e/c] eyes and a chill ran down my spine, I could just see it covered up by, what I'm guessing was, foundation.
Faded scars on the sides of his mouth, a carved smile, It was him, the same evil presence I had encountered.
Alfie, who had snuck herself into the pocket of my jacket, seemed to sense the danger, too. She peaked out just enough to take a glance and to whisper to me urgently,
"That's him, [y/n]. The one from your dream."
With Alfie confirming it, the realization hit me like a ton of bricks. It couldn't be a mere coincidence that the boy from my nightmare was sitting in my English class. It was as if the dream had spilled over into reality, and now here I was, face to face with the very entity that had haunted my sleep.
Is this who Alfie was saying? He followed me out?
The boy's almost unblinking eyes bore into me, and I knew that we had to find a way to confront him. But for now, we had to endure the rest of the class, and the tension in the room felt so thick you could cut it with a knife.
I turned my attention back to my teacher, hoping he didn't have a realization like I did.
Finally as the bell rang, signaling the end of the period, I got up as fast as I could, to be the one to leave class before he did. But still, I couldn't shake the feeling that my encounter with the raven haired boy was far from over.
Slenderman x reader [3]
The forest was a place of endless darkness, shrouded in an eerie silence broken only by the occasional rustle of leaves beneath my feet. I stumbled forward from the uneven ground, threatening to send me sprawling. The air was thick with an otherworldly chill that sent shivers down my spine.
As I moved deeper into the darkness, the faint sounds of footsteps echoed around me, like whispers in the night. They were just beyond my field of vision, always teasing. My heart quickened its pace as I strained to catch a glimpse of the source.
The trees loomed, their branches reaching out to ensnare me in their gnarled grasp. Their twisted forms seemed to shift and contort with each passing moment, their ominous presence a constant reminder that I was not alone in this nightmarish realm.
The moon hung low in the sky, casting thin rays of light that barely penetrated the thick canopy of leaves above. Shadows danced in the dim glow, taking on grotesque and monstrous forms that seemed to watch my every move.
I felt an overwhelming sense of dread, as if I were being hunted by something evil, something that hungered for my demise.
Panic clawed at the edges of my consciousness as I realized that I was lost, trapped in this nightmarish forest with no way out.
But then, just as the fear threatened to consume me entirely, a voice whispered on the fringes of my awareness, soft and melodic, like a distant lullaby. It was a voice that carried a hint of familiarity, a lifeline in my terror.
"[y/n]..."
The darkness of the dream forest continued to close in around me, almost suffocating. The footsteps, those haunting echoes, remained a constant companion, stalking me through the inky blackness.
In the distance, the imposing figure of Slender Man moved silently ahead, his elongated form barely visible amidst the twisted trees. His presence, though, offered a strange sense of familiarity.
I couldn't escape the feeling that I was being drawn toward him.
But there was another presence, one less familiar and coming from behind me, just beyond the edge of my peripheral vision. A shiver raced down my spine as I dared not look back, afraid of what I might see.
But my curiosity got the better of me and my heart felt like it stopped.
Black hair hung in disarray around his pale face, and a gruesome, red scar-like smile was etched into the sides of his cheeks. His eyes were large and unblinking, twin voids that seemed to devour all that met them.
I quickened my pace, though the forest seemed to conspire against me, the trees closing in and the path twisting and winding like a labyrinth designed to ensnare.
Slender Man remained tantalizingly out of reach, a distant figure I yearned to reach out to him for refuge.
The footsteps behind me grew closer, the presence drawing near. I could feel the malevolence emanating from this figure, and a primal fear clawed at my chest, threatening to consume me.
As I continued to navigate the treacherous terrain of the forest, a single thought echoed in my mind: I had to reach Slender Man, for in his presence lay the only hope of escaping the sinister pursuer.
But then, as if defying all logic, the figure closed the gap between us with unnatural speed. It was as if the very fabric of reality bent to his will. Before I could react, he was upon me, a horrifying grin stretched grotesquely across his face.
In an instant, I felt a searing pain in chest, a sensation so real that it tore through the dream's illusion. I gasped, my breath stolen by the agony, and then I was jolted awake.
