The night was silent, devoid of even the normal ambiance of bugs or the rustling of wind. It was as if the world knew what awaited in the dark and dared not make a sound. As if even the sound of a snapping twig might be the only thing holding back hell itself. There was no peace in the silence, only a rising tension that would drive a human mad.
A human would rather have the quiet broken by horror than be made to stand another second in the eerie darkness. However a demon would only relish the madness of this night. A normal demon that is.
Kokushibo was no normal creature. An upper moon, the very embodiment of the title that made humans shutter in the night. Such fragile humans wouldn’t be able to hold their footing long enough to fight him. He was the very first upper moon and his position had never been lowered in all his five hundred years. A human could never compare.
Even if he had once been human, any trace of his humanity had long been lost to time. There was no need to mourn such a thing, as his breathing style had been honed to a refined point that’s to his immortality. It was a fair trade to Kokushibo. Time for his breathing style to live on and time for his legacy to never die.
And yet there were times he would be pulled away from his reason for becoming a demon.
Like right now.
His six eyes watched with unbroken attention as someone came into view. A poet would describe them as the embodiment of life itself. However he never had any flowery words to put into refined detail on how he saw you. Describing you was beyond his scope of ability. In all his five hundred years he was silent not out of superiority but for a lack of words.
The very way you existed sparked his need for breath. To have you pull the air from his lungs in awe. However, demons do not breathe. Their hearts do not beat.
In five hundred years Kokushibo allowed himself to think that it wasn’t a fair trade. If he couldn’t walk with you, if you couldn’t feel his love for you then maybe he shouldn’t have lived long enough to meet you in the first place.
Can you do one with the reader being short like (5”0-4”0) if that’s okay with you! With any slasher I don’t mind, take your time<3
Freaktober | Request | Slashers x Short Gender Neutral Reader
Michael Myers
SFW. He’s already tall and you being short adds that extra (unneeded) superior complex to him. It gets annoying. With this complex you’re his designated foot rest and arm rest. Never sit next to him, he’ll put his arm on your head and lean on you. And when you get fed up and try to move away he stretches out and puts his feet in your lap (with or without socks doesn’t matter you hate it). No matter if you scoot to the other side of the couch he still manages to stretch and get to you, whether he lays down fully or sits up. He doesn’t talk much so teasing isn’t that bad but non-verbal teasing is still very much a thing.
NSFW. Naughty thoughts all the time. Having a short significant other has its ups and downs but the ups overpower the downs by a long shot for him. No one knows what goes on in his mind for sure but when you’re relaxing or home, it can never be good. Resisting is practically useless because (wake up call) you’re short as shit. One push from him and you’re flying. Always gets what he wants whether you agree with it or not (he’ll make you agree). Either way, you’ll be in shambles by the end of it. Every. Time.
Ghostface
SFW. Loves to tease. Lives for it. “Shortie” and other names that resemble short he will use. (he’ll use it so much that at times he’ll forget your actual name) When you realize, he’ll apologize and that apology will turn into a teasing session. (he cannot help it) Even while he’s out killing he’ll see something short (like a bush or something) and immediately think about you. “Oh it’s 1 o’clock time to tease, y/n” Will literally set alarms for the day just to tease you. (talk about dedication)
NSFW. The sexual possibilities are endless (for him). That sexual ass mind of his will have no problem with you in bed…or anywhere else you do it. When you get feisty he absolutely loves it. They do say short people are closer to hell for a reason. You once pulled his knife on him as a joke (partially) to get him to tone down the teasing but that did the total opposite and it gave you a one way ticket to the bedroom (or where ever is close). He has no boundaries and all I have to say is goodluck. (back on swole)
A/n: This is my first time writing for Ghostface, hopefully you’re satisfied
I don't see much related to the dating game Arcana for some reason, despite how revolutionary it seems.
You get to choose your gender, you get enough options that you can actually project yourself into the main character pretty easily, the art style is GORGEOUS, the characters are each unique and are a wonderful vibrance of differences, and it's very sexuality friendly. There's even a option to choose your pronoun, including he, she, and they. Most of your character choices are wildly different options too letting you decide whether you're bold, shy, awkward, flirty, thirsty, etc.
And looks at these babes. I'm gay and I still might play through the female's routes because they're just too cute and amazing characters.
I'm very biased towards Azra though~ ❤️❤️❤️
To sum them all up in one sentence (SPOILERS)...
Azra, will literally let the entire world burn as long as you were comfortable and happy.
Nadia is sugar momma and THE boss.
Julian can't decide if he's gonna be an innocent cute muffin or a sexy thristy fiend, but he'll switch between them so fast you get whiplash.
Muriel is a big sad panda bear of doom and gloom who needs hugs.
Portia is spunky sassy perfection and master of the secrets.
Lucio is very lonely please notice him he just wants someone to love him or he'll kill everyone with maniacal laughter of loneliness.
Just a random compilation of what I'll like my lover to do, if I have one. Changing the perspective and omitting gender so hopefully everyone can enjoy this. Feel free to reblog yours.
Interlocking your hand while walking.
Kisses on hands, cheeks, lips, forehead.
Wraps their arms around your waist, and you rest your head in theirs. (I'm tall so this is like a dream)
Sleeping on the same bed.
When they come home, and you greet them with a short kiss on the lips.
Them saying "I love you" from time to time.
Living together.
Respecting and intergrating themselves into your hobby, and vice versa.
Going on dates.
Travelling together.
Meeting their friends.
Giving gifts - not expensive ones, it's the thought that counts.
Go on a drive.
Stay up all night and just talk about anything under the sun.
Showing a little PDA, like cuddling together or short kisses (not heavy ones)
Sitting beside each other on a bus and falling asleep on their shoulder while holding hands.
Be the couple that are loud without caring about people's looks.
Watching the sunrise / sunset together.
Spending time doing nothing in particular.
"Fall in love like you fall asleep; slowly, then all at once." (The Fault in Our Stars)
What if we just let everything go? Sitting in your treehouse under the soft glow of the moonlight. We wouldn’t care about the overgrown vines inside. I would bring my guitar and we could sing songs all night about escaping student loans and becoming the rulers of the world. Then we could watch the sunrise from the roof, pretending to be kids again. Wouldn’t you like that?
A/n: Happy Juneteenth to all the fellow black readers out there. This story is a friendly reminder that everything isn’t okay and it doesn’t have to be. Sometimes life is just gonna be shitty and you’ll have to power through it. :)
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“He always knows.” You roll your eyes at Foggy. “I promise you he doesn’t.” He shakes his head. “He always knows, y/n!” You laugh at him. “How could he know which ones are hot, Foggy? Please enlighten me.” You play with some papers on a desk. “Of course, I wouldn’t know how but he just knows!” He puts his hands up empathizing further. “Yes, he just knows.” Matt chuckles to your words as he enters the room. “Ready to go?” Matt asks and you grab your bag, leaving the seat. “Yup.” Foggy just points to you them him. “he knows.” He whispers loudly. “I think you’ve had one too many cups of coffee, Foggy.” You joke and Matt opens the door for you. “Such a gentleman, thank you.” On the way out, Matt turns back to Foggy and talks for a moment. “Goodnight.” He says and leads you out the building. “So what are your plans for tonight?” You ask him, walking down the bustling streets of New York. “Nothing much, quiet night.” He smiles.
“Surprisingly.” You shift closer to him. “Something wrong?” He asks lowly. “no…yes, this guy is staring at me.” You shiver. He moves his arm out more for you to hold onto. “Thanks.” Leaning into him, you share body heat. “You should probably not be doing this with me.” You chuckle. “Why not?” He genuinely asks. “Because, I’m not with you. Why else?” You look into the distance. “Aren’t I with you right now.” He teases, inching closer to your face. “Yeah but not like that. A relationship, you know?” His eyebrows raise. “I wouldn’t stand a chance.” You dryly laugh. “What? You would.” He says in disbelief. “Doubt it. Foggy was right, you do know which ones are hot.” He opens his building door for you and lets you walk up. “I don’t.” He exclaims behind you. “Disagreeing with me to keep your secret safe. Shh, I won’t tell.” You cheekily smile and step aside. He opens his door, you walking in and turning on the light.
“So, if I was with you then it would be an okay thing to do?” You nod and quickly answer him. “Yup.” Putting up his coat, he sighs. “You make no sense.” He takes off his glasses and rests them on the table. “It makes a ton of sense Matt. You wouldn’t really like someone like me.” He goes to change but continues to talk to you. “What makes you think that?” You scoff at him, putting down your coat and sitting at his couch. “You simply wouldn’t be interested.” He comes out his room in relaxed attire. “I’m interested. Y/n, will you date me?” You freeze in place, soon letting out a dry laugh. “Oh, stop. You’re just being nice.” He smiles but it melts down to a serious expression. “You’re clueless.” He swiftly goes to the kitchen. “I’m clueless?” You question and he nods. “Its complicated Matt. If you could see me, you’d understand.” Turning around in the seat, you study his movements. “I have to see you to understand, huh?”
“When you say it like that it makes me sound like an asshole.” He finds his way to the couch. “Well, that was kind of an asshole thing to say y/n.” You watch as he lifts your legs up and sits next to you, putting your legs in his lap. He can tell you’re pouting. “I’m joking, y/n.” He smiles and pats your leg. You both sit in silence for a bit. Listening to the surroundings, the cars, people walking around. And one couple that’s complimenting each other. It sounds it he’s reassuring her about a dress she has on. “He’s so sweet.” You smile. “Do you have insecurities?” He hugs your legs a little closer. “So many.” You sigh. “Why? You have nothing to be insecure about.” You smile to his kind words, your lips falling into a straight line. “Everyone has insecurities, Matt.”
“I don’t.” You could tell he was trying to reassure you by saying this but it didn’t help one bit. He doesn’t have people on his back everyday about what to wear, what to say, what to do, how to present yourself. Its suffocating. You’re too fat. You’re too skinny. You act so ratchet or You act so white. We can never win whatever we do. I want it to stop. I want it all to stop. “Y/n?” He might not have insecurities but I have a lot. Oh how nice it would be for people to actually be nice to you. Not make fun of how you look, how you talk, where you come from. He embraced you in a hug. You were muttering it all. You were slowly having a panic attack, his words inaudible as your breathing increased and decreased. A hand held your neck and pulled you in to a calming kiss. Nothing more than a heated peck but it sent shock waves through your chest. “Are you okay?” He rhetorically asks and you looked at him shook at his actions. Caressing your cheek, he gives a small smile. “You can talk to me.” His request laying out in the open as you keep your eyes on him. Roughly kissing him, you smile into it. “thank you.” You whisper, feeling genuinely happy.
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You don’t know how long its been. Correction. Its been 46 days and Beckett has tried to take all your hope. Your hope that Jack comes back to you. Even if they told you he was dead. You don’t believe it. The only way you’ll believe it, is if his dead body lay before you. “Little Sparrow, what madness do you speak of today?” Your chains have become heavier with each passing day. “Stop calling me that, you treacherous pig.” You turn away from the soldiers, gazing out the small peep hole you’ve made. “You’ll die here, filthy pirate.” They forcefully slide you a bowl of water and bread. Waiting until they’re gone, you drink and eat. Longing to be touched, to be held, to be loved by your beloved. Pirates on the sea believe love is just a silly folks tale but you believe anyone can fall in love. Everyone has that one person they love or can love. “i miss you jack.” You dare speak under your breath. Three words combined with a name, the three words most pirates would say with a loved ones name who have passed on from the land of the living.
Loud shots enter the air. Unfazed you look to the noise. Raising to your feet, quicker than ever. “Pintel? Ragetti?” They fiddle with the lock for a bit, but the clink setting a smile on your face. “Hurry, Captain will blow this boat to wood in no time.” Pintel did not have to tell you twice. Quickly, you followed them to the emergency boat and rowed to the black pearl. In the midst of this, you caught the eye of Jack. You let out a lovestruck sigh and displayed a breath taking smile. All he could do was stare. Beckett’s boat was being blown to smithereens but you could careless. What was on your mind was being with your beloved once more. Changing your old, ragged clothes. You joined the sizable amount of individuals on the deck. Seeing a few faces, you never thought you’d see again. Avoiding Barbossa, you bump into Elizabeth and display a tight smile at her discomfort. “Seen a ghost?” You tease. “You’d be surprised.” She avoids your eye contact. Moving on, you see familiar faces.
The shining ball of light says its farewells, its sibling taking its place, the seas calming at the peaceful change. With everyone in their designated spots, you stride to the captains den. Closing the door behind you as you step to a quiet corner. Jack looking out the window, right across from where you stand. Tilting your view to the side. “seems no one can stay dead.” Glancing back, he stood before you. Tall and Handsome. Taking a step to the side, the loud lock on the door echo’s minimally though the room. “seems so.” He matches your low tone. His fingers lightly trace your jawline. His thumb playing with your bottom lip. His eyes burning into yours. “I've missed you, beloved.” Those four words linger in the air like salt water. Blowing out the last candle that kept the room lit, you crave what happens next.
