#dark hc

[alecasnotebook]

tw: autocannibalism

imagine during the earlier stages of immortality when consp was trying literally every way to die he resorted to autocannibalism and it hurt at first but then it became really amusing when his organs just kept growing back.

[iexistonlytoconfuse]

What if Trois and/or Honey told Jyugo that he’s considered a 3 meanwhile Uno’s a 2 for attractiveness and Jyugo’s only response is

“Cool. How do I get that number to zero.”

[eferhilda-drake]

Just imagine a dark au where fem!MC being the only female in a all boys school. Since theres not much access to girls, I could see a decent amount of the boys stalking or harassing MC. The teachers just ignoring the problem thats only getting worse. Crowley doesnt help either as usual. The constant thumps and bumps in the night. You cant tell if its the ghosts or some "admirer" walking in your dorm, trying to get closer to you.

I wish I was better at writing horror. I would write a decent amount of dark and yandere content

[spideymarvelws]

okay but the dark prompts 1,2,6,8,11 and 12 all added together would be UNSTOPPABLE

BROOO YES!!! It just flows into one another so smoothly, quite satisfying with the order too ngl😌

I could imagine you’re just coming home from a hard day of work

Just wanting to crash on the couch by the fireplace of your small cottage home or sit by the window ledge with a new book you’ve been meaning to read for a while

Ready to escape from reality

From the sudden change of being on vacation to now being thrown back into work and the weird way your s/o had been acting as of late

It was overwhelming to say the least and you were ready to finally forget everything

Just to push it off for one more day

Because confrontation? Never heard of her

Thankfully one of your closest friends from work suggested some relaxation techniques

Even showing you massages that you could teach your s/o for them to do and help you along the slump 

A cute bonding exercise for the evening

You were ready to finally come home to them cooking something for dinner or maybe finishing up some of their own work for the night

The domestic picture forming in your mind was enough to send butterflies to your stomach

What you didn’t expect was them standing tall with red coating there entire body, breath heavy and a sick smile of there face

Their hand laid heavy with a bat, or maybe it was a machete or axe you weren’t sure

Your eyes were more focused on the body lying on the floor, covered in blood, soaking the carpet

You weren’t even sure if it was a body, your own eyes blurring at the sight in a desperate attempt to protect your eyes of such a horrific sight

They looked up at you with pride, maintaining the same smile but the look of insanity in his eyes changed to love when they landed on you

“Oh, I’m sorry, did you like this one?”

They chuckled, wiping some of the blood dripping from their chin, barely flinching when some on it ended up passing their lips and into their mouth

Like they were use to the metallic taste, relishing in the victims blood covering them like a blanket

“Don’t worry, they’re replaceable. I’ll find another one of them soon enough.”  

Somehow his words were enough to break you out of your shock, a loud scream erupting from your throat as you shakily back away from the person in front of you, one that you could barely recognise

They were quick to walk up and pull you into their arms when they noticed you moving away, trapping you against their body

“Oh princess, you’re not going anywhere,” He petted the side of your head, purring into your ear in a sick attempt to calm you down, “Don’t think I’m getting rid of your that easily... you’re not like the rest of them. You’re special, you’re so special to me.” he nuzzled his nose into the side of your neck, “You’re not leaving me, not again. I was an idiot to think no one would steal you from me,” his voice was croaky but soft, confusing you even more when it was clear that he just murdered someone in your own home, ”Clearly I was wrong but I’ve taken care of that... Nothing can get between us now princess.”

"You're sick." you managed to mutter, trying desperately to push away, gagging at the smell of blood, "Get the fuck away from me!"

“But I love you?” he whispered, his voice broken and laced with hurt, “Don’t you love me princess?”

“I loved you. Not- Not whoever the fuck you are now.”

He didn't like your answer

“I guess I’ll just have to make you.”

“What the fuck do you mean by that?”

“You’ll grow to love me princess don’t worry,” He let his finger trail the outline of your face before pulling you back into a bone crushing hug, “Just remember, Everything I do, I do it for you, for us.”

They’re hold was suffocating, crushing your body against there’s

They began to apply pressure to your neck, blacking out your vision as you began to fight his actions

“Because I love you, and you love me.” he said calmly, smiling down at your weak form “I just need to show you that, I need to show you that.”

With that, you blacked out in there arms

[saccharinemeat]

So, hear me out: Sparkling and Vampire, but Sparkling takes advantage of Vampire’s alcoholism by offering him “juice” in exchange for, er, “stress relief”, and Vampire develops an unhealthy attachment to Sparkling after awhile of this. Yes, Vampire mistakes this for love. Yes, Sparkling lets him think that. I love taking potentially healthy ships and ruining them.

sparkling has major sociopath vibes and im here for it!!! he has the money and the charisma to be a massive hedonist

poor vampire cookie dragging himself back over and over 😔💔

[ask-these-fantrolls]

The Moonfall Festival

(I'm incredibly ill so have a small headcanon of mine)

The moonfall festival is an eerie tradition upheld by the more violent sects of the Church of the Mirthful two. The first half of the night is spent cavorting, drinking, and celebrating the mirth of life. This is yearly known as one of the most intense and fun parties for a highblood to attend, though it is frowned upon for non-believers to attend.)

The second half of the night is where things go terribly bad for anyone of olive caste of lower, however, as it is seen as a night where those purple in caste have an open season to collect paints and worship through massacre. In truth this festival is still allowed in modern days by Repressentatives of the local government as a way to cull overpopulation within cities and instill the further necessity of the hemospectrum within it. Some "royal" castes (i.e. seadwellers) have taken to participating as well, usually not caring what the color of troll they cull is.

The festival falls on the longest night bi-sweeply, meaning many lowbloods would only have to survive a few of these terrible events during their shortened lifespans. Occasionally those who wish to garner the favor of lowblood voters will open "safe houses" for any who do not wish to risk a terrible death at the hands of a wrathful juggalo. These people vary from politicians who want to secure a voting population to those who have their own nefarious plans for the less protected population to the rare highblood who genuinely simply does care.

The with the mistreatment of lowbloods being a more modern topic of discussion within social avenues, many churches have decided to ban their parishioners from participating in such events (much to the chagrin of their older and more violent members.) Times are changing, and luckily it seems like this brutal and disgusting tradition is slowly being left in the past, but there are still certain trolls who are stalwart in their celebration of their faith in such a way.

[the-blue-sandglass]

So, I re-watched a clip from Birth by Sleep, and I was thinking about the ages of the Wayfinder Trio. You know, typical stuff - I assume Terra’s 18-19, Aqua’s 19-20 (little HC: I see Aqua as being a bit older. Justttt a bit.) And then I thought about Ven.

Considering he’s the Sora and his physical appearance, I generally think he’s around 14-16. 

Then I remembered something else.

Vanitas being extracted from him, that painful goddamn memory from the game? Happened four years before.

That means you’ve got a goddamn 12-year-old suffering like that. Or at a minimum, even a 10-year-old.

Suddenly this scene feels a whole lot worse.

[antidarkmattermaker]

I'm still laughing my ass of at dark wearing suitjamas like wow I can't stop giggling what a dick can't even take of a suit for one goddamn second so he wears suit-fucking-jamas to bed the dweeb