[thescentsofthenight]

Moonie Twenty-one, neutral pronouns.

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[mavlit]

[yota6]

[A WELL DESERVED CIGARETTE]

[mesooph]

heretic

[dracora-hp]

His little dandelion 🥹🤲

Gotta have that timelapse too

[laren-sorn]

[laren-sorn]

While my writing's been on a hiatus, I made a ref sheet for Tomura in a fantasy AU.

"A wandering knight, cast out onto the streets when he was still a child. If your town has an undead problem — he'll be the first to march in and fight the dead, despite the heavy curse that clings to him. Shigaraki is cursed. He doesn't remember how his hand became what it is now, but the fact remains: without bandages etched with silver runes, he cannot touch a living thing. And even with them, he doesn't risk it. That's why the company of the dead suits him better — even if he hates them with every fiber of his being."

There's one fic with him in an 18+ collection, and I'm absolutely in love with how he turned out there. I tried to put all of my headcanons into this. Probably except for the horse — that would've been too much. I'll post all the materials separately, I love how they turned out on their own too. Should I make a ref sheet like this for Dabi? 😭 Probably... It would be a good reason to flesh out his design.

[gojuo]

Apparently, there's a black sheep in the Zen'in clan. I'm told even though he's a man, he doesn't have an ounce of cursed energy. How awful that must feel. How pitiful that person must look.

JUJUTSU KAISEN: THE CULLING GAME (2026) — EP. 51: Perfect Preparation, 「葦を啣む」

[io-oi-9]

🐉🦁✨️

[fyageee]

Happy for you, Mal.

[nightonight]

Good night ☺️ sweet dreams 💤

[fir890]

Thorfinn yelling at a bear

[dynamissorcerer]

The alien boys join the bogos binted meme feat. A very annoyed nanami. OG meme below the cut!

[tarsaqus]

i just couldnt skip this meme i found on tiktok and NOT make a VS one

[thescentsofthenight]

Request extracted from my old account (@phantombstone).

Dottore x Reader (Genshin Impact)

Part of my Insecurities Serie.

Word count: ~500.

Content warning: hurt to comfort.

Within the walls of the section directed by Dottore, a rumour had recently spread. It was as silly as annoying, the kind of afternoon tea and butter biscuits gossip that was not necessarily intended to be destructive, but which inevitably made me nervous, as I was one of the two people being targeted.

It was nothing new that everyone assumed Dottore and I were a couple because of all the time we spent together, but now there was a new element that seemed to be attracting everyone's attention: the question of kissing.

"Do they kiss when they're alone?".

"Why do you even care? Help me move this thing".

"But think about it: isn't it funny? One covers his eyes, the other covers their mouth. They match!".

Laughter, because it was absurd, and then hypothesis after hypothesis about what we might be hiding. Chronic conjunctivitis? Strabismus? Medusa's eyes? Vampire teeth? A cleft lip? What if there was no mouth at all? That's how it usually went.

A more straightforward and realistic colleague had guessed right at some point, at least with me: ugly crooked teeth and, as a result, an awkward smile.

They never noticed me, but when I heard them, my hand instinctively flew to my mask to make sure everything was perfectly covered.

When I returned to the laboratory, Dottore was bent over a sheet of paper covered with sketches and messy calculations. Before I even had a chance to say hello, he surprised me with an absurd question: “So, what are you hiding under that mask?”. He asked it in an amused tone that he rarely used, and after a moment of shock, I realised he was referring to the rumour.

"Did it reach you too?".

"There was a group of newbies talking about it. They were having fun, but when I fired them, they didn't feel like laughing anymore", he sneered. Evil, I thought, but despite that, I found myself laughing heartily.

"The ones I caught today were particularly... nasty", he continued, putting down his pen and looking up at me, taking a break from all his frantic scribbling. "You must have heard them too, since I saw you freeze and change direction. Those idiots didn't notice a thing".

I had heard them, yes, and they were particularly interested in the theory-non-theory of crooked teeth and strange smiles. I didn't reply, but Dottore had more to say.

"You see, I really can't stand gossip and unconstructive criticism, especially when it's unfounded and senseless. What they said about you in particular went far beyond stupidity and idiocy".

He crossed his arms over his notes and when he leaned a little closer to me, a slight smile appeared on his face. At that moment, he looked like Zandik the youth, not the serious, macabre, frightening and moody Dottore everyone knew.

"That smile and those teeth had no flaws when I kissed them".

[petalsprompts]

𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐘 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒; 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖍𝖆𝖚𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖔𝖋 𝖍𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖘𝖊 𝖕𝖙.1

change pronouns, tenses and other details as deemed necessary. quotes from episodes 1-5, slightly edit for rp purposes. & please specify muse when sending to a mumu.

"No  live  organism  can  continue  to  exist  sanely  under  conditions  of  absolute  reality."

"When  I  was  a  kid,  my  brother  taught  me  how  to  spot  faces  in  clouds."

"This  is  a  master  key.  It’s  supposed  to  open  any  of  the  doors  in  the  house."

"I  believe  you."

"And...  I  mean,  that  fucked  me  up  pretty  bad."

"But  in  the  meantime...  if  you're  feeling  overwhelmed  and  you  think  nobody  will  understand,  you  can  talk  to  me."

"You  know,  there's  not  a  single  record  of  this  basement.  It's  not  on  any  of  the  blueprints."

"This  whole  house  is  cold."

"Just  because  someone's  a  good  person,  just  because  you  care  about  them...  doesn't  mean  they  won't  burn  you."

"Yeah,  I'm...  I  don't  know,  I'm  cold."

"This  house  is  bad,  [name].  It's  bad."

"It's  been  like  that  since  we  were  kids.  It's  a  twin  thing."

"I  told  you  not  to  follow  me.  Why  did  you?"

"My  little  Houdini."

"I  just  wanted  to  make  sure  that  you  were  okay."

"You  just  have  to  trust  me  on  this.  I  haven't  been  wrong  before,  have  I?"

"You're  really  freaked  out,  huh?"

"I  know  we're  all  going  to  have  a  lot  of  feelings  about  that...  some  more  than  others."

"Get  up,  we  have  to  get  out  of  here.  Right  now."

"You  know  how  when  you  take  one  of  your  pictures,  you  capture  something  forever,  just  the  way  it  is?  Stories  do  that,  too."

"What,  is  the  guilt  getting  in  the  way  of  your  new  lifestyle?"

"I  stayed  as  quiet  as  I  could,  thinking  maybe  he'd  just  stay  down  there.  But  then  I  heard  a  creak...  that's  how  I  knew  he  was  coming."

"Dreams  can  spill,  just  like  a  cup  of  water  spills  sometimes."

"Dancing  in  the  red  room.  Don’t  step  so  loud."

"Something's  bothering  you  tonight."

"It's  time  to  wake  up,  sweetheart."

"Now  you  have  to  get  dressed  for  bed.  I  have  something  you  can  wear.  Middle  drawer  of  my  dresser."

"Sorry  for  everything  I  said.  I  should  have  always  believed  you,  about  everything."

"I've  missed  you.  So  much."

"And  I  see  an  accident  waiting  to  happen  if  you  don't  pull  those  ropes  down...  bodies  swinging  back  and  forth  right  there."

"Pretty  soon,  I  start  seeing  that  little  dead  girl's  face  everywhere."

"Just,  maybe  it's  a  middle  child  thing,  but  I  just  would  rather  focus  on  living  my  actual  life."

"I'm  having  a  total  déjà  vu  right  now."

"The  dumbwaiter  is  not  a  toy,  it  can  be  dangerous."

"I  just  feel  kind  of  weird  about  how  I  left  the  other  night."

"I  mean,  I  don't  know,  what  do  people  usually  talk  about?  How  are  you?  How  was  your  day?  Stuff  like  that."

"I'm  so  sorry,  I  didn't...  I  couldn't...  I  couldn't  help  her."

"Most  times,  a  ghost  is  a  wish."

"I  mean,  I  feel  like...  I  can  feel  him  here  sometimes."

"I  told  you  she  was  in  trouble.  I  told  you  to  find  her."

"You  can  hold  onto  it  tonight,  and  when  you're  older,  I'll  give  you  this  one."

"I'd  like  you  to  answer  me  now."

"I'm  frozen.  I  can't  talk  or  move  my  arms  or  legs.  I  usually  start  to  panic,  and  my  breath  gets  fast  and  heavy."

"Sleep  paralysis  is  actually  more  common  than  you  think,  but  it's  completely  harmless."

"The  night  after  he  died.  It  started  with  drops  of  water."

"Stand  here…  is  it  cold?  Do  you  feel  cold?"

"I'm  pretty  good  at  secrets."

"You've  never  cared  about  anyone  more  than  yourself,  and  that's  sad."

"You...  You  believe  me,  right?"

"Now,  I've  been  called  a  lot  of  things  in  my  life,  but  'fearless'  is  not  one  of  them."

"They  say  she's  a  nightmare,  but  she's  real."

"You  might  want  to  come  up  with  an  excuse,  though.  You  know,  something  that's  gonna  piss  her  off  less  than  the  truth."

"You...  you  fixed  her."

"The  mind…  it  is  a  powerful  thing.  Especially  the  grieving  mind."

"Yeah?  And  how  old  were  you  when  you  came  out?"

"She's  not  mean...  she's  scared."

"It's  just  a  carcass  in  the  woods.  It's  just  a  carcass...  in  the  woods."

"You  know,  you're  supposed  to  protect  me.  But  you  say  the  meanest  things  to  me  when  I  try  to  tell  you."

"It’s  funny,  you  think  you’d  scream  when  you  see  something  like  that,  but  you  don’t.  You  just  stare."

"Hallucinations  are  actually  fairly  common  because  of  the  disrupted  boundary  between  your  dream  state  and  your  wakefulness."

"And  I'm  gonna  be  right  here,  right  there  with  you.  All  the  way,  just  like  you  were  for  me,  okay?"

"She's  going  to  have  a  pretty  messed  up  view  of  death  coming  out  of  this  no  matter  what."

"That’s  okay,  I  get  scared  too  sometimes."

"She  doesn’t  talk,  even  if  I  yell  at  her.  She  just  stares  at  me.  And  her  eyes  must  hurt...  because  she  doesn’t  blink."

"You  don't  have  to  help  me.  I'll  find  her."

"Don't  touch  me!"

"We  didn't  know  you  were  into...  uh,  bridesmaids?"

"He  was  dead.  He  was  dead  and  she  was  back."

"I  want  the  gates  and  doors  locked.  I  want  the  only  keys.  I  want  to  know,  every  day,  that  it’s  empty."

"Do  you  remember  what  we  talked  about  before?  About  our  dreams?"

"Hill  House  [or  location],  not  sane,  stood  by  itself  against  its  hills,  holding  darkness  within."

"I'm  sorry  to  bring  this  up  again,  but...  why  the  hell  would  she  go  to  that  house?"

"She  never  stays  after  dark."

"I  didn't  understand  then,  but  I  guess  I  do  now."

"You're  a  crazy  kid,  you  know  that?"

"I  believed  you.  I  always,  always  believed  you."

"The  house  had  stood  so  for  a  hundred  years  before  my  family  moved  in,  and  it  might  stand  for  a  hundred  more."

"…  And  whatever  walked  there,  walked  alone."

"When  you're  little,  you  learn  how  to  see  things  that  aren't  there.  And  when  you  grow  up,  you  learn  how  to  make  them  real."

"Hold  on  to  me,  very  tight.  Keep  your  eyes  closed.  No  matter  what  you  hear,  don’t  open  them."

"What  matters  is  you  want  to  change."

"She  fucking  knew  better...  and  she  did  it  anyway."

"You  see?  Nothing  scary  at  all."

"This  is  where  he  died."

"Don't  worry,  [name].  I  don't  expect  you  to  believe  me."

"Touch  me."

"And  she  buried  it  so  deep  she  had  to  make  up  a  monster  just  to  compartmentalise  and  cope."

"That's  the  first  step:  imagine  the  worst  thing  possible,  assume  it's  true,  and  go  from  there."

"You  had  another  nightmare?  You  can  sleep  with  me  for  tonight."

"There's...  something  down  here."

"They  don't  believe  me  about  anything."

"Should  we  talk  about  your  day,  or  would  you  rather  come  to  bed?"

"You  get  in,  lock  the  doors,  don't  unlock  until  you  see  me  come  outside."

"No,  no,  no,  no,  no,  no!"

[bookished]

( a collection of dark horror / gothic carnival aesthetic prompts: cursed cotton candy, blood under the big top, mirrors that don’t reflect you back, clowns that whisper truths no one should know. prompts that get darker the more you scroll down. adjust phrasing as necessary.) feel free to make edits to better suit your muse.

The circus only appears at midnight, rising from the fog in a clearing that wasn’t there the day before. By dawn, it vanishes—along with anyone who stayed inside too long.

The performers’ eyes glitter unnaturally, like marbles filled with starlight, and none of them ever blink.

The Ferris wheel doesn’t stop once you’re on. It keeps spinning higher and higher, until the world below looks like an entirely different one.

The mirrors in the funhouse don’t show your reflection—they show what you’ll look like after you die.

The ringmaster knows your name before you give it. Worse, he knows the names you’ve tried to forget.

The circus tent is striped in black and crimson, stitched together from human skin.

A sideshow offers fortunes, but each prophecy comes with a scar carved into your body, marking the truth.

The orchestra is made of skeletons, and the music plays long after the audience has left.

The circus is eternal—but the performers are not. To keep the magic alive, they steal bodies from the crowd.

“Step right up! One ticket for the show, one soul for the road.”

“The circus remembers you. It always remembers.”

“Don’t eat the candyfloss. It grows back.”

“We don’t perform tricks—we perform truths.”

“Applaud louder, or the lions will notice your silence.”

You win a prize at the carnival games, but the stuffed animal whispers in your ear at night, telling you how you’ll die.

The trapeze artists don’t fall because the air itself bends to hold them—but it wants a price, and tonight it chooses you.

There is no audience in the tent, only rows and rows of mannequins that clap on their own.

The clown keeps trying to hand you a balloon. You refuse every time, but somehow, when you look down, you’re already holding the string.

The carousel horses are alive. Their mouths are sewn shut, their eyes desperate, their hooves bleeding.

Lanterns swing from skeletal trees, glowing with a pale blue fire that hums lullabies no one remembers.

The circus smells faintly of roses and ash, as though every bloom has been burned and reborn here.

The velvet tent is stitched with silver thread, and if you lean close, you can hear the seams whispering.

The audience claps in perfect unison, but when you look around, no one’s mouths are moving.

The moon always hangs too low over the circus grounds, swollen and watchful.

“The price of admission isn’t in coins. It’s in memories.”

“Careful with your clapping—the dead don’t like to be mocked.”

“We don’t choose the audience. The circus chooses who may enter.”

“Every show ends with a disappearance. Sometimes, it’s the performers. Sometimes, it’s the guests.”

“You’ll leave when the circus allows it, and not a moment before.”

The carousel plays a lullaby so sweet it makes you forget your name. The horses lean down, eager to whisper it back—if you’re brave enough to listen.

The tightrope walker moves not across rope but across moonlight, vanishing each time the clouds cover the sky.

A boy offers you candied apples, each one carved with a face—your own among them.

The magician pulls secrets instead of rabbits from his hat. Your secret is on his lips before you realize it’s gone from your heart.

Behind the circus wagons is a graveyard of broken instruments. At midnight, they play themselves.

A puppet show begins, but halfway through, you realize the puppets are mimicking your own movements.

The fortune-teller draws cards, and each one bleeds where she touches it.

In the hall of mirrors, your reflection smiles first.

The lions are crowned with roses, their mouths stitched shut with golden thread.

The circus leaves no footprints in the soil, but the grass where it stood never grows again.