eden

hi ! i'm eden, i write fanfics ect, and post about zombiekin stuff and yes .

[shiosworld]

PLEASE

i have NO motivation. FORCE ME TO WRITE SOMEONE! put the damned gun to my head and start requesting things - i BEG of you, i don't give a fuck what you ask me to write. smut. angst. sick-fic. dark. fluff. slow-burn. PLEASE.

[shiosworld]

uwu

sometimes i look in the mirror and go damn I haven't made an intro on tumblr like some writers.. i guess im just special 😏 FUCK I HATE THAT EMOJI

[ur-fav-hates-dsmp]

natsuki from ddlc hates dsmp!

submitted by: anonymous

[shiosworld]

fwu3wew22

request please (threat)

[shiosworld]

could you write some brance on halloween ^^? hc list or whatever!! i just want to see more brance

yESS OF COURSE <333 thank you for requesting. i think im supposed to be on break but then i kinda forgot so hi guys im back !! lets get to this shit. im doing both HCS and like a fanfic cuz idk

HC's : - bruce tried suggesting dressing as ghosts, once. - it did not go well. vance said no and bruce asked, why -- - this was how bruce found out vance was scared shitless of ghosts. - they don't go to parties, (vance isn't invited and bruce doesn't really like them), but rarely go trick-or-treating. - vance enjoys trick-or-treating, but he says he's too old for it, to seem cool. - bruce, on the other hand - he loves getting candy, he usually doesn't each much of it, though. - vance will steal bruces candy. - usually, bruce will dress as something stupid, letting out his kid side, like a flower, and vance will match that. - like, bruce would dress up as a devil, and vance an angel. - vance hates being the angel but does it anyways for bruce. - bruce thinks its silly, because others will say it's 'opposite', or wrong considering their personalities. - vance will (resentfully), put on a horror movie at the end of the night. - bruce isn't scared of horror movies, but watches them anyway. ////////////// writing ~

bruce sighed, looking outside of his window. usually, vance would crawl through the window by this time, bound-- yea, during halloween, bruce's mother told him not to go out, afraid he'd get jumped or something, but vance ? no matter how much he'd deny it, vance was a child over halloween, bruce could remember, ", what, dude? no! fuck your momma, ", -- pause, ", sorry.. i mean it though, halloween is cool. ya gotta come with me', got it? ",, that was vance's reaction to bruce explaining why he couldn't go to a party with him, ( not like vance was actually invited anyways, he just wanted to crash it or something, ) close your eyes wack! a loud noise emitted from his window, causing bruce to look over. shit, did he lock it? yeah, that's why vance couldn't get in. bruce unlocked his window and mouthed a, ", sorry!! ", before unlocking it and slipping his legs out of the window, throwing himself at the tree next to him. bruce panicked. vance panicked. bruce missed the tree, and fell - his house wasn't that big, so it wasn't a long fall, but god damn was there a loud thump, and god damn, that hurt like hell. ", ow.. fuck. ", bruce muttered, sluggishly sitting up, and vance snorted, ", wow - pretty boy, such a graceful fall. ", vance joked, but the worry on his face spoke volumes, and he was helping up bruce anyways, so. despite falling hard, ( for both vance and the ground,) bruce couldn't stop himself, and blushed - mentally blaming it on what could possibly be now, considered, brain damage, totally forgetting vance was literally, his secret boyfriend. ", Hi. ", silence - bruce saw vance's mouth move, and suddenly worried he'd fallen deaf, until shortly realizing vance was laughing, ", are you sure we don't gotta take you to the doctor, bruce? ", he asked, a grin covering his face. Bruce rolled his eyes and stood up, flinging himself forward and brushing his costume off. dressed as a ghost, the dirt staining his costume didn't actually look bad. made him look more ghostly, the dirt could've definitely fit Vance though, dressed as a mean-zombie. ", alright, let's go, vance! ", bruce smiled, now grabbing the others wrist and pulling, flying off into the dark of the night. and let the world paint a thousand pictures, Vance snickered, pulling out an egg carton. Bruce raised a brow, ", what.. what are you gonna do with those..", bruce asked, giving a knowing-- and disappointed, sigh. Currently, they were standing infront of a house. the mailbox on the side read, ', jackson ', . poor kid was doomed, bruce recognized the name - a kid who pissed off vance a few months back, and apparently now was time for revenge. ", nah, pretty boy, it's not what i'm gonna do with em' it's what WE'RE, gonna do with them! ",

Vance pulled out another carton from his bag, handing it directly to Bruce. Bruce sighed, but grinned a little - that kid was annoying anyways. ", once you run out of eggs, just tell me - and then we'll run, alright? ", vance murmured, and bruce nodded. one. one good girl, Bruce raised his good arm back, the one he used for catching and throwing, an egg that smelt particularly bad resting in his palm. two.. is worth a thousand bitches, Vance did the same, but eggs in both of his hands, atleast three or four in both. Bruce worried he would drop them. . three... bound, to, falling, in, love! a quiet crack came as eggs started flying towards the houses walls and windows, bruce felt alive - giggling loudly, and continuing to pick up eggs and throw them. Vance as-well, throwing the rotten eggs - but also staring at bruce.. god, he was an awfully pretty boy. after a few, ( or more like thirty, ) they'd run out of eggs, completely. even after vance pulled out a third, and last, carton - the pair had thrown em rather quickly. and once a light from a window turned on, vance took bruce's hand and dashed out of view, running as fast as his legs could carry him. bruce's face turned light pink. vance's grin remained, and the dark of the night swallowed them whole.

[shiosworld]

hi

hi im going on a break cause of irl stuff feel free to request things while im gone though

[shiosworld]

PLEASE

P-p-p-p-p-p-p-pretty pwease u guys. pwetty pwease start requesting things or i'll cry and delete my account

[billyshowalter]

how billy felt when finney walked up the stairs when he specifically told him not to

[shelivesinsideherhead-deactivat]

robin: hold on... i'm having one of those things... a headache with pictures

billy, confused: what the fuck?

finney: he's having an idea

[shiosworld]

feeling mentally ill at the fucking moment.

run :D run :D run :D run :D SECOND NIGHT WILL YOU SURVIVE THESE ANIMATRONICS COME THROUGH SIGHT IVE LOST MY FIHGT RESET THE CAMERAS SEAL THE AIR VENTS THE PUPPETS WATCHING ALWAYS STALKING. ion know the lyrics

[shiosworld]

Pretty Little Physco.

pretty little physco - paring ; henry bowers x patrick hockstetter type ; dark fic/smut requested? requested ( personal ) . warnings ; sex, self harm, manipulation, mentioned child abuse, patrick hockstetter is his own warning to be honest, animal abuse, mentioned s/a. degrading slurs, implied s/a and rape. - ", Baby strike a pose i want your, ", Henry sobbed, curling into a feral position onto his bed, crying out ugly, his face dwelling red and tears pouring out of his eyes, while snot had dripped out of his nose too. god, was he an ugly crier. Patrick hadn't minded, watching closely from the window, before tapping onto it, wondering if Henry could hear from all that muffled screaming and crying. one. two. three. the third knock had caused Henry to shoot up, wiping the tears and snot away with a random sweater on the floor. he looked like death - , tugging the blade that laid next to him onto the side-table, and sluggishly turning towards the window and scrunching his eyebrows and nose, trying to figure out who was out there - within a few minutes, he found Patrick coming into his eyesight, and Henry sighed. he then walked over, and opened the window. ", pretty little psycho! . " god, was patrick pretty? long dark hair and pale skin, making him look like an angel, but oh no - he was nothing close to that, something far beyond . . something far more cruel and careless, something that'd shove you further into the dirt after trying to 'help', you. and well, henry - he knew that more then anyone else. he had the 'won't take no for an answer' mindset, and no matter how many times henry would say , no, i'm not comfortable, he'd never stop. but, henry - he was a loser. no, not the losers club - an actual loser, bullying younger children, smoking and drinking, having only three friends - and only two actually cared for him.

victor, - where was victor? usually, if he didn't feel like being torn apart, or feeling like a kicked-one-too-many-times puppy, or - if he was looking for actual comfort, he'd find himself in victor's home, sitting down on the couch or bed, sniffling and trying to cover up his pathetic expression. victor, he always cared, or tried to help. patrick, did not - patrick got off on the horror and made henry aswell, finding the traumatized, broken and complex boy a beauty, something that should be torn further. like his father, ", you hanging out with that fag again? i swear, henry, you always manage to be such a fucking dissapointment. go grab me a beer, would you, and make yourself useful? ", ", you look like your mother. expect, she was more helpful, henry. that's pathetic, you fairy, yeah - i know you've been hanging out with those damned queers, can't hide from me, boy. ", those taunting sentences - words, played out in his head. he wouldn't be like this if patrick wasn't here. he had to get rid of pat someday. one day. ", there's something about you i've got to have. ", patrick sat close, putting a ', comforting ', hand on henry's back, a sick grin being held back from the raven-headed twat. ", shh, i've got you, hens. ", he muttered, drawing his mouth closer to the other's ear, and his sickening smirk had come out fully, showing his more dark demeanor. to him, this was all some fantasy game, others emotions hadn't felt. no, he could do whatever he'd like, and no one would know, or maybe they'd think they did. ", sh - shut up, you fucking freak! ", Henry stuttered, in a weak voice, making patrick's grin somehow - become even more wide. henry glared daggers at him, trying again. ", shut up, patrick! ", now - his voice was more confident, or wannabe confident. he was so . . uncomfortable, knowing all the dark shit that patrick could do, and had done before. ", patrick, i told you. no, i don't want to- ", ", get the fuck off me, freak! ", "stop, stop touching me - stop, please! ", ", i told you no, stop! please- ah, stop! ", henry cringed, tears welling up further into his eyes, scooting away from patrick. ", i hate you. ", he coughed, patrick raising a brow and grinning further at him. ", what'd i do now, sweetheart? your daddy call me queer 'gain?, ", henry remained silent, and patrick took this as a chance to egg on. he know he shouldn't - toying with something already so,, broken - could mess up the entire plan.

yet he did anyways, ", does your daddy know i've turned you into a freak, henry? is that why he beat poor you, up again? want me to get rid of him, hens? do you gotta depend on me, again? ", patrick continuously asked, knowing it would plunge deep into henry's head. yet, to his surprise, henry didn't hit or punch him, not even shove patrick away as he drew closer. he just - cried. patrick now smiled, finding it so hilarious how henry was deeply broken.

", black-lickstip just like a cat, have you purrin' on your back. ", henry cried out, tears spilling from his eyes - sobbing and shrieking, while patrick rolled his eyes and leaned over henry, stuffing himself deeper inside the other boy. ", p- patrick,ithurtswait!! ", he shrieked, speaking so fast, no one would be able to understand. ", Shh, hens, it'll feel good in a minute, alright. ", it didn't even sound like ressurance, just balant talking. henry took a deep breath, and winced, while patrick had drawn himself in and out of the other. ", shutthefuckup,youfreakihateyou!! ", he screamed into his hand.

this went on for a while, before the stink of sex had filled the entire room, sweat and tears staining henry's face, - and body. Patrick, on the other hand, had already gotten dressed again, and was climbing out of the window, leaving a sore henry alone. he sighed, standing up and grabbing a new pair of boxers, shorts and a t-shirt. henry stepped into the bathroom, putting his clothes on the counter, and leaning into the water, scorching hot. he hoped it would burn off the feeling of hands on his body. he cried in the shower again.

/////////// IF YOU READ THIS IM SO SORRY. also, fuck you risa for requesting this in dms man. you a fake real one for real.. but also this was i guess fun to write with music or something, yeah i write for it(2017) now. i apologize for this monstrosity of angst and hurt.

[fanonical]

don’t make violet baudelaire angry. you won’t like her when she’s angry.

she becomes violent baudelaire

[eli-zab3th]

I, too, bite someone very gently if I like them

[fanonical]

out of the three baudelaires, sunny, an infant, is the one with the highest bodycount

[f1inl3ey]

Griffin bites people. His teeth are rated x for everyone.

[shiosworld]

yoyo babes whats up!!

hey giggles and twirls my blonde and long perfect hair, hey so idk if u like the blackphone and have discord, or if u like uhh the movie IT, mitski, slipknot, insane clown posse, kikuo your a fellow zombiekin, you like the kawaiigore/cutegore aes, dm me and ill give u my disc ig idk i need friends giggles

[dirtytransmasc]

TW: the black phone spoilers, gross people, talk of; murder, kidnapping, rape, rape of minors, the simping of said pedophilic rapist, other things if that nature

so I saw this, and I need to make something very fucking clear about my page.

if you simp for the grabber or any of the kids in any way shape or form, get. the. fuck. off. of. my. page

in my humble opinion there is no way to twist this whole situation in a way that isn't fucking disgusting, but since him being a literal pedophile that kidnapped, raped, and murdered 5, almost 6 kids isn't enough of a deterrent; I relate to those kids, I relate to them a lot, and I'm not gonna disclose how, I don't have to.

which makes my page, not a safe fucking space for you.

like I'm so sick of this 'hes not a real pedo so it's fine if I simp for him' rhetoric. like did you not watch the end, when the bodies of the children he tortured were dragged out of that basement in body bags. did you not watch as Finney broke down because he thought he was going to die. did you not hear Vance say 'he took his time with me' or when griffin said 'the second part of the naughty boy game' straight implying that if Finney played he would be raped. did not of this not strike a nerve in you people.

they were babies, they were baby faced teens that hadn't even grown in their peach fuzz, and they were brutally murdered. now people are sinking for their killer here, simping for them despite being minors there. it's so fucking gross.yeah, maybe they weren't real, but stuff like this has fucking happened, it's happened in real life to real kids. be fucking considerate to actual victims and don't write about fucking the embodiment of their abuser.

also the 'morally superior' and 'if you against simping for him, then you shouldn't simp for any slasher/horror villain' shit arguments are bs too. like I think simping for people who are evil just for the sake of it is gross, never liked it. but I have always been, and always will be against simping for pedos. real or fake. most people fucking agree with me. just because it's been done before, just because it's flown in the past doesn't fucking make it right. learn to grow as a fucking person, the internet is changing and you should be all for making it more sane cause guess what, it has s fucking impact.

how many kids grew up not knowing proper boundaries and ended up getting groomed or raped because of the shit they saw on the internet. how many actual pedos and other vile people of different natures have seen the onslaught of drooling fangirls and their twisted mind saw that as support of their fucked up life choices.

your actions have consequences, even just to victims of abuse/CSA/etc. and y'all are mad that we're calling you out. your all disgusting, and I don't care what arguments you have, I'm not hearing them.

and trust me I have attempted to block all of you, but there are so many its gonna take a while. I've blocked people, tags, I've been careful where I look, avoiding the black phone tag altogether just sticking to any of the kids tags, but even then I can't avoid it. so I'm entitled to making this post, since I've done my due diligence as someone on the internet. don't even try and get mad at me for posting this you sick bastards.

(this didn't even go into simping for the kids much, but I mean, none of them, actors included, were legal adults, they were all kids. if I have to spell it out any more then that, we have other issues to deal with)