It’s Dark In Here

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[sikkchiq]

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As you can see, my blog has gotten a little...update. I unfortunately will not be posting long stories until I've gotten a laptop/computer. My main focus this time around is not just for aesthetics but, to produce higher better quality stories. I hope you do not mind.

[sikkchiq]

Can’t stop thinking about that TikTok trend with the knight that’s in love with the princess, but is forced to watch her get married off !

Knight! Kats who has been madly in love with you since he became your knight.

Knight! Kats who spent long nights being your shoulder to cry on or your gossip buddy when the maids brushed you off

Knight! Kats who was rough and rude around the edges. All scars and muscle. Big and bulky and scary, but was soft and gentle when it came to dealing with you

Knight! Kats who knew he would never be allowed to touch you, let alone be with you outside of hovering for your protection

Knight! Kats who kneeled, not out of respect, but for the simple reason that it was his duty, at your wedding

Knight! Kats who couldn’t help but think it would’ve hurt a lot less if he was discharged from his position instead having to follow you to the new kingdom with your betrothed

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Prince! Shoto who hates this situation just as much as everyone involved

Prince! Shoto who was quiet, cold, calculated. Who, since he was born, was forced into the role of the ‘perfect prince’

Prince! Shoto who knows you don’t like him. You don’t want this. He doesn’t want this.

Prince! Shoto who although is awkward and doesn’t know how to talk you, tries his best to make you feel comfortable in his home

Prince! Shoto who finds you in the library late one night, warm candlelight caressing your face and can’t help but find beauty in your need for knowledge

Prince! Shoto who recommends other books for you. Who when he has free time shares teas, treasures he’s picked up from neighboring kingdoms, political gossip, and stories from his family’s past

Prince! Shoto who can’t help but slowly fall more and more in love with you as time passes. He tells..begs himself not to. That it’d be easier to run the kingdom on nothing but formalities and the fact that you guys mean nothing to each other except for matching wedding bands. But he can’t help it

Prince! Shoto who also can’t help but notice your knight lingering every time him and you have alone time. Can’t help but feel the hateful glare that’s targeted his way from under the helmet.

Even if your knight fell in love with you first, you are the prince’s and it’ll stay that way. If the knight knew what was good for him, he’d learn his place, lest the monarchy needs to teach him some new lessons.

[sikkchiq]

Can’t stop thinking about that TikTok trend with the knight that’s in love with the princess, but is forced to watch her get married off !

Knight! Kats who has been madly in love with you since he became your knight.

Knight! Kats who spent long nights being your shoulder to cry on or your gossip buddy when the maids brushed you off

Knight! Kats who was rough and rude around the edges. All scars and muscle. Big and bulky and scary, but was soft and gentle when it came to dealing with you

Knight! Kats who knew he would never be allowed to touch you, let alone be with you outside of hovering for your protection

Knight! Kats who kneeled, not out of respect, but for the simple reason that it was his duty, at your wedding

Knight! Kats who couldn’t help but think it would’ve hurt a lot less if he was discharged from his position instead having to follow you to the new kingdom with your betrothed

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Loser! Nerd! Gojo who somehow convinced you to ‘teach’ him how to please a woman.

He’s ‘going on a date’ and he doesn’t want to ‘embarrass’ himself by being a loser virgin who doesn’t know how to use his dick, let alone kiss.

It’ll be fine right? Neither of you have any romantic feelings for each other so there is absolutely no way this could go wrong.

Right?

[sikkchiq]

im thinking, im thINKING, IM THINKING !! ugh I was having the most awesome daydream about an awesome x reader fic I sosososo wanna write but have no idea what character to write for !! Help !

It’s circa 2005. The male lead is at an insane college party. Graduation’s just a week away and everyone is excited to get the hell out of school.

The tiny apartment is crowded with people, filled to the brim like sardines. The smell of weed and cigarettes wafts in the air. The stereo bumps assorted tracks. Anything from daft punk to Kanye.

Liquor is poured in solo cups, shot glasses, bottles, cans. Lines of coke are being snorted off of coffee tables. Ecstasy, Molly, hell even acid is brought into the mix.

Tonight is one of the last nights to finally live…until everyone is kicked back into reality and forced to use their degree’s in the real world.

ML gets too caught up. He’s already 10 shots in and about 5 red solo cups into the night. Snorted a line. By the time he was offered pills, the room was already spinning. The fun can’t stop now, can it? Nahhh

Once the pills are down his throat, he can’t even recall what he took. Can’t even hear the song that’s playing. Takes all but 10 minutes until he’s so cross faded, the goofy laughing in his throat dies down. The room spins a little too much.

He feels the cheap pizza he ate earlier, rising. Wobbling to the bathroom, he pushes the couple eating each others faces off, out. He vomits into the toilet. Everything still spins as he grips the toilet seat.

He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and stumbles out. Everything around him seams to move too fast and way too slow. There’s muffled sounds of chattering and loud booming music but he can’t quite hear. His body sways.

He grips the wall for support. He can no longer stand. Somehow, he finds his way to the couch and slumps down. He’s been high before but never this high. He blinks slowly, body shaking. He can’t breathe. Everything is getting dimmer. No one notices. The party goes on.

Fast forward to present day. It’s been 20 years since he’s been dead and his soul is forever tramped in this god forsaken apartment. Great. And now he gets a new roommate. A bobble headed blonde who is as ditsy as can be. She listens to terrible music, talks way too much AND way too loud, and is probably the most dense self centered person he has ever ‘met’.

He’s had his fair share of annoying roommates but by god if he has to listen to whoever ‘Charli xcx’ is again, he will burn the building down.

So he just decides to mess with her. Haunt her. Hopefully scare her away so that he can have peace.

She gets a little freaked out but that’s it. Tough skin I guess. She buys an emf and tries to talk with him, he just trolls her. She believes it cause, what else can she believe? One day though, he feels a presence. Something other than him in the apartment.

Something sinister. She feels it too. Everyday it gets worse. He sees it. A dark figure. Some shadowy entity that even he doesn’t like. It’s dangerous. A demon compared to his lowly poltergeist.

She gets increasingly uncomfortable with the presence and calls up her friend. Apparently it’s some witchy-spiritual-psychic girl that can not only sense spirits, but banish them? Yeah right.

The friend agrees, said it’ll take a week to not only assess the spirits in the home, but to find a way to get rid of them.

Soon, you arrive. If he had breath, it would’ve caught in his throat. There’s an air about you, circling you. It’s like nothing he’s even seen before. That, paired with your looks? He was in awe.

He’s waited so long for someone to finally talk to. Someone who could see him, hear him, feel him. He’s never truly thought about it until now, but it has been 20 years since he’s done anything sexual with a woman. Or even felt their touch.

This could be his chance! He doesn’t have enough spiritual energy to touch you yet, or even speak in complete sentences through the emf but; there’s a full moon on the last day you’re here.

He’ll not only have enough energy to touch you. But he’ll be able to speak. He can say and do everything he’s been wanting to. But, the other being. The dark one, will also be its most powerful that day.

What will you do? How will he make a move if this…thing..who is already stronger than him, is also at its strongest? Can he even help? And if she finds out it’s not just the evil spirit here, will she banish him too?

He was never too excited to be stuck in limbo forever, in fact, if you would’ve asked him years ago if he wanted to move on to the world of the dead, he would beg to go. But, now that you’re here, would being stuck be so bad as long as you’re around him?

In my head, the story makes sense hahah. You’re just a witchy girl trying to help your friend but you encounter a goofy, horny ghost from the early 2000’s andddd a demon ! What ever shall you do !?!? I would lovelovelove constructive criticism and also if I should make this a fanfic or just a little of story?!! Who knows !!

[sikkchiq]

Guys, chat, I need help

I have been desperately looking for a fanfic on here that I for some reason, CANT FIND! I know I have no influence or following on here, so no one will see this, but if you do, and you somehow know exactly what I’m referencing, please help me!!

Anyway,,,,

I’m not sure who wrote it but I remember exactly what it was about. It was a reader x hawks fic where mc was a part of an outer space crew ship. Hawks was some type of intergalactic alien species that attacked the ship and killed the crew leaving mc alone. It was like 90% plot with a little smut at the end. It was long af with no “read more” space in between it. I don’t know how old the fic was but I’m sure it was probably, at least, 2-3 years old and was posted here !! I cant find it ANYWHERE AND I NEED IT BADDDD

[sikkchiq]

Thanks to a lovely person, I found it. No need to look anymore <333

[sikkchiq]

Guys, chat, I need help

I have been desperately looking for a fanfic on here that I for some reason, CANT FIND! I know I have no influence or following on here, so no one will see this, but if you do, and you somehow know exactly what I’m referencing, please help me!!

Anyway,,,,

I’m not sure who wrote it but I remember exactly what it was about. It was a reader x hawks fic where mc was a part of an outer space crew ship. Hawks was some type of intergalactic alien species that attacked the ship and killed the crew leaving mc alone. It was like 90% plot with a little smut at the end. It was long af with no “read more” space in between it. I don’t know how old the fic was but I’m sure it was probably, at least, 2-3 years old and was posted here !! I cant find it ANYWHERE AND I NEED IT BADDDD

[bebx]

pov: you’re in a horror movie

1. create your own look here

2. find out what role you are here

I kind of love the result I got :)

no pressure tags: @foodiewithdahoodie @queereldritch @elhaspowers @gothbower @ohfallingdisco @josephandjamie @josephfakingquinn @johnsimms @cuethemulti @can-of-pringles @loki-is-my-kink-awakening @nebulousfishgills @mimisempai @thelostsisters @lokisgoodgirl @cultofsheep @onesmainbitch @jcbbby @whumpzone @catboysienna @lussiane333 @erdarielthewhumper @abitofboth @galactic-magick @llywenn @chaos-monkeyy @highwarlockofphilly (only if you feel like playing, no pressure or anything 🥰)

if I didn’t tag you and you’d love to join, please don’t hesitate to do so. I’d love to see the results you got. everybody is welcome!

[sikkchiq]

probably got one of the most depressing roles, sigh. At least I won at the end of the day?

The aftermaths of the deaths, the funeral, the grieving process

[sikkchiq]

I get a computer on the 28th so this long awaited hiatus will be gone soon. I will bring the world the dirtiest most disgusting stories you can fathom, I hope you're ready. ♡

[confessionalists]

You (me), kiera.k

[confessionalists]

The first sunrise, kiera.k

[sikkchiq]

I think people forgot ghostface is not one, but two people.

(I orginally wasn't going to write anything on my account until I got a pc but I cant help it!!!)

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You went to sleep late that night. You were up late chatting with a friend on the landline. Something along the lines of 'hot' dudes, going shopping, and some killings from a guy going by ghostface.

Your friend was freaked; said she was too hot and young to die. "I mean who else is going to look this good at school? Sidney Pisscott or whatever the hell her name is sure isnt doing it," was her exact words.

You laughed at the time, as did she, but you both were scared. This guy had no rhyme or rhythm to his killing. Just did whatever. Those were the scariest ones. You tried to shoot those thoughts off with some TV, which worked eventually.

The phone call made you tired. Maybe a little too much. Mom always said to make sure the back door was locked, but you have a 6 foot gate around the back, so who honestly could get through?

You forgot about it and went upstairs to shower. Something felt off, not right, were you forgetting something? Nah, maybe not. It's just the exhaustion. Its 1 am after all. By 1:50 you were already laid down.

By 2 you were asleep. 2:10 was different though. You couldn't shake the feeling. The feeling of 'something just isnt right'. You were uncomfy. No, something definitely isn't right. There he was, no, wait, there they were?

There was- there are two? Two figures stand at the edge of your bed peering down at your. One wiggles his fingers at you in a mock wave while the other twirls a knife. Their masks are bright in the night. Your breathing gets caught in your throat as you scramble towards your headboard.

One tilts his head and chuckles lowly, "Awe look at em, all scared. I like when they're scared."

"Really?" The other laughs, "I like it when they scream."

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Oopsies sorry this was so long I love you bye <3

[sikkchiq]

I think people forgot ghostface is not one, but two people.

(I orginally wasn't going to write anything on my account until I got a pc but I cant help it!!!)

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You went to sleep late that night. You were up late chatting with a friend on the landline. Something along the lines of 'hot' dudes, going shopping, and some killings from a guy going by ghostface.

Your friend was freaked; said she was too hot and young to die. "I mean who else is going to look this good at school? Sidney Pisscott or whatever the hell her name is sure isnt doing it," was her exact words.

You laughed at the time, as did she, but you both were scared. This guy had no rhyme or rhythm to his killing. Just did whatever. Those were the scariest ones. You tried to shoot those thoughts off with some TV, which worked eventually.

The phone call made you tired. Maybe a little too much. Mom always said to make sure the back door was locked, but you have a 6 foot gate around the back, so who honestly could get through?

You forgot about it and went upstairs to shower. Something felt off, not right, were you forgetting something? Nah, maybe not. It's just the exhaustion. Its 1 am after all. By 1:50 you were already laid down.

By 2 you were asleep. 2:10 was different though. You couldn't shake the feeling. The feeling of 'something just isnt right'. You were uncomfy. No, something definitely isn't right. There he was, no, wait, there they were?

There was- there are two? Two figures stand at the edge of your bed peering down at you. One wiggles his fingers at you in a mock wave while the other twirls a knife. Their masks are bright in the night. Your breathing gets caught in your throat as you scramble towards your headboard.

One tilts his head and chuckles lowly, "Awe look at em, all scared. I like when they're scared."

"Really?" The other laughs, "I like it when they scream."

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Oopsies sorry this was so long I love you bye <3