Puppy Thinks He’s A Bunny

The tower (2018 micheal myers x fem reader)

Trigger warning: death, blood, angst

He stood there slightly shaking as the moonlight poured in from the window illuminating Micheals’s mask, body, and the knife he was holding onto for dear life, his mind raced as though that seemed like they weren’t his own filled his mind, and ears. He wasn’t Micheal anymore, he was the shape.

He watched as his lover realized what was happening and he watched as the fear dripped its ways into her eyes as she backed up away from him her body slightly shaking as she watched him

“ Micheal please, calm down, I didn’t mean to do whatever I did to make you so upset with me” she spoke out but he couldn’t hear her words as the voices inside of his head drowned them out, they had full control over him and he listened when they said to go closer, to hold the knife tighter. Her words meant nothing to him in this state.

He stepped closer and closer to her as she panicked and tried to walk out of the room, he knew that she hoped that he would leave her alone for now, be Micheal didn’t care

He strode dangerously fast to her and she tried to pick up the pace but to no avail as he grabbed her by the throat and slammed her against the wall behind them, his hand gripped tightly at her throat as she tried out and looked to him with pleading eyes

“Micheal please stop! You’re hurting m!” She cried out, he glared daggers at her as he picked his knife up above his head,

“ please Micheal whatever I did I’m sorry” she cried out as tear started to form in her eyes, Micheal took one last good look at her and he took in every small detail, the way her eyes gleamed with tears and fear, how she shook and gasped for air under his hand, the way she pulled at his hands in an attempt to get him to release her, but he didn’t listen, he couldn’t listen to her when he was to busy listening to the voices, the ones that told him to hurt her, the ones who told him to make her suffer, and he gave in to them, and let them take the lead as he didn’t care anymore, nothing mattered to him at this point other than the goal to satisfy the voices. No amount of his self-control could stop him, not anymore, he was long past that point.

He brought the knife up and her eyes widened with fear as he struck her with the knife, he used all the force he could muster and plunged it deep in her abdomen multiple times as she cried out and gasped for air, he grabbed her throat harder and sung her back tossing her to the floor with no care, like she was nothing.

She was nothing to him when he was the shape when he wasn’t there and the urge to kill was strong. He gave in to his urge and the voices, as he glared over at her from his shoulder

She laid there trying to crawl away as tears dripped down her face and dark blood poured out from her wounds. She wasn’t his lover anyone, she was another victim, another nameless victim added onto his ever-growing list of his. He didn’t see her as anything more at this point and state of mind

Micheal walked out the door silently as she cried there, helpless and no hope left in her, he walked and he couldn’t hear her anymore as he continued, he walked aimlessly and he went for hours, covered in blood, he stalked the streets until another poor unfortunate soul has the misfortune to cross his path, he took care of them the same way, leave them to die on the street without a second thought, the sounds of the voices filled his head with only the passing of time to drown them out. As he started to walk back home and calm down from his rage, it finally dawned on him, as his eyes widened

the weight of his actions started to dawn on him, as his heart started to pick up in pace, Micheal walked faster than ever before in a rush to get home, hoping that he wasn’t too late, hoping that he still had time to save her, or at least to spend her last moments with her, but as his home came into view and the sounds of the night took over his hope started to fade away

It faded even more as he pushed the door open, he didn’t bother to close it OK his way out. Micheal sucked in a breath and his body tensed as he crept back into the main room of the house

And his heart dropped when he laid eyes on her, she laid face down and curled up in a pool of her own blood, the moonlight bounced off of it making the blood look like it was filled with brilliant diamonds. She had her phone in hand with the emergency number ready to be dialed, but His heart sank as he got closer and realized she wasn’t moving he stood over her body and look down at her

Numb and cold, like how she was now. He didn’t make it in time, he was too late. He felt himself drift away as he turned her body over and made her face up. Now be really felt like the shape, he felt like the monster querying feared him to be, he was cold, empty, and numb. He neared next to her body, his knees popping as he laid down next to her, and he thought about the night before, when she was still warm and her chest rose and fell with each breath she took, he turned his head and looked at her, she was cold and still, he grabbed her cold free hand and intertwined it with his own aged and scared ones. He doomed himself to be alone, and maybe it was best that way, so more people he claimed to care about didn’t end up the same way she did, alone and cold and both of their worlds ended and crashing down around them, all because of him.

To Calm a Storm

This is the fourth part of my “when he knew he loved you” series.

Lucifer | Mammon | Levi | Satan | Asmo | Beel | Belphie

Warnings: None

Pairing: Satan x GN!MC

Words: 1080

2:56PM

Satan resists a growl as he paces in a small, tight circle in the corner of the RAD library. His fingernails, which are on the verge of becoming claws, are biting into his palms. He hopes he’s not bleeding. He’s planning on meeting you, as he often does between classes, and that would be embarrassing.

Fuck, he thinks, as he wrenches his hands apart to see angry, red crescents on his palms. But no blood, that’s good. Either way, he can’t let you see him in this state. The very idea is enough to make him feel sick. Satan sinks into a chair at your regular table in the corner and takes a deep, deep, breath, trying to steady his nerves. Trying to forget the argument he’d just had with the professor of Pactology.

You’d once mentioned that slowly counting to ten was a human method of controlling one’s anger.

So, he gives it a try, and he can almost feel it working. Then he hears your voice as you say goodbye to some of your friends outside the library’s entrance. His eyes snap open and he puts on a pleasant smile just as you appear from behind one of the tall shelves. As you approach him, your own bright smile falters.

“Are you okay? What’s wrong?” you ask, giving him a once over. Satan’s eyes widen briefly and he closes his hands.

“What? I’m fine,” he says slowly, carefully. To avoid it coming out from gritted teeth.

Your eyes search his face as you drag a chair over to sit next to him. After a quick inspection, you determine that something is wrong. “No, really, what happened?” you ask, placing your hand on his shoulder.

His eyebrows bunch up, “you can tell I’m upset?”

You nod, “you’re a good actor, Satan, but I can tell when something’s bothering you.”

Since the metaphorical cat is out of the bag, he sighs and starts to tell you about the argument he’d just had with his idiot professor. How she’d been giving the class the wrong information.

And when he raised his hand to correct her, she had to gall to scold and belittle him, as if there were no possible way a student could know more than her. Then ended her barrage against him by calling him the wrong name.

“She called you Lucifer?!” you screech, mortified. This earns you a glare from one of the librarians. You shrink into your seat until they pass by. Once the coast is clear, you ask again, in a more appropriate tone, “she called you Lucifer?”

“Yes.” he grits out, knuckles turning white as he grips the armrests. They’re probably moments away from being ripped off the chair.

“I’m sorry, Satan.” You rub at his arm in an attempt to sooth him. The two of you sit quietly for a few minutes. Your hand moves to his back, rubbing gentle circles between his shoulder blades. His eyes are closed and he subconsciously leans back against your hand.

You can feel the tension leaving him with every circle you make.

“I apologize.” he mutters, under his breath.

“For what?” you ask, hand temporarily stilling. He opens his eyes to look into yours.

“That you found me in such a bad mood. I was trying very hard to get myself under control.” he whispers. You smile softly and continue to massage his back.

“Satan, you’re allowed to get upset, ya know? That’s part of being... alive.” (You were about to say human, but that isn’t exactly applicable is it?)

“Yes, but—”

“No," you interrupt, “she was being unfair. She didn’t hear you out and she was being horrendously disrespectful. You had every right to be angry. As long as you don’t act on it, it’s okay.”

“Do you really feel that way?” he questions, with a head tilt.

“Of course I do. You didn’t destroy the classroom or threaten to disembowel her or something. You’re just irritated. Ya know, I’m surprised she started a fight with you anyway—”

“Because I’m Wrath?” he guesses, hurt written on his face.

“Because you’re very smart. And you’re the only one who gives half a fuck in that class.”

He blinks in surprise, then groans softly, “everyone thinks I’m just a copy of him. It makes me so…”

“I know, I know,” you whisper, moving to sit on the arm of his chair. He looks up at you. “You’re not a copy of anyone. You’re Satan. You’re the most intelligent, most well-read, kind, witty, handsome—” you slam your free hand over your mouth.

He smiles again, it’s genuine this time. You look away, face turning red.

“Um, I’m gonna go find a book on ancient pactology and we’ll show that old hag!” you say, standing abruptly before wandering off in the completely wrong direction. Satan laughs softly, then touches the back of his shoulder where your hand had just been.

He watches you stumble over your feet, then realize you’re going the wrong way. As you turn towards the correct section, you nearly walk into a bookcase. He chuckles again. His anger dissipated.

Something else flutters in his chest, he puts his hand over his heart. It’s not anger, or fury, or rage. It’s something much… softer. Lighter. Unfamiliar.

Once you return with a book, several hundred years older than you, you carefully set it down before opening it to the back. And as you run your finger down its index, Satan only looks at you.

If the books he reads are accurate, this feeling could only mean one thing. His eyes scan your face.

“Here we go,” you say, pulling the book towards him. Then you start to read a passage which probably proves his point, but the words aren’t quite registering. “See, you were right!” you exclaim, pointing to the words.

“Uh,” he glances down to read the details of how pacts were formed in the days long before your birth. “Of course.”

“Didn’t doubt you for a second,” you smile before looking up at the clock behind you. “Uh oh, my next class is in four minutes! I’ll see you later.” you say as you get up. You pat his head softly before exiting the library.

And suddenly his cheeks are on fire.

(He totally doesn’t sit there for the next fifteen minutes, imagining your hand on his back. And he certainly wasn’t late to class for the first time because of it. No sir.)

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on the other side of the horizon.

Leon S. Kennedy x GN! Reader

Summary: “What do you think…waits on the other side of the horizon?” You always asked such thought-provoking questions; questions meant to dig deep into his psyche and make him think about life and the world, but Leon didn’t want to think about what waited on the other side. If it was a side he couldn’t reach you on, Leon didn’t even want to fathom the thoughts.

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A/n: this is vv sad and i’m vv sorry lmfao

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Genre: Angst, Slight Romance Rated: Mature Warning: Angst, Blood, Gore, Death, Slight Depictions of Canon-Typical Violence

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Author: ScariusAquarius

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Little girl teaching her cats how to draw a flower 

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“The rare tri boop”

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Soft OG Michael Myers HC'S <3

First times: Hugging, Holding hands, Kissing, Cuddling, Sleeping together, Giving comfort. (He initiates in all)

@spookyscaryslashy this is for you-- as a thank you, for being my friend and being here whenever I needed you. You're a beautiful person and I hope this makes you smile. <3

Not proof read.

The first time Micheal hugs you

It's not expected. Like at all. He doesn't even think about it.. he just does it without a warning after you come home. He's been left alone feeling jealous and slightly uncomfortable with you being so far away.

You'll probably be scared at first. He isn't exactly gentle. He walks towards you faster than usual and before you can ask what's wrong-- you're held to his chest with a strength he can't control in the moment. You'll feel like he's suffocating you with affection.

His arms squeeze and he grunts if you try pulling away. The only mercy he'll give you is softening the embrace so it's not so snug.

Michael won't sway. But he's not tense either. He may feel stiff-- only from emotions, positive ones. He's just glad you're back and plans on keeping you home forever now.

Michael isn't a fan of being left behind. He quickly decides that wherever you go, he goes.

The first time Michael holds your hand

This moment is very innocent and soft.

Michael wanted to give you something at first. He had no intention for holding hands but it happened so naturally-- plus he felt curious.

When you look at the small palm sized gift he got you while hunting, he feels the urge to touch your hand again. And of course he follows whatever he feels is right. Michael touches the gift that you're now holding and slowly moves his fingertips to glide along your palm. It feels warm and cozy, he likes it a lot.

Michael ends up holding your hand in a weird way but you can't complain. He squeezes it once or twice and keeps rubbing your hand. You feel smoother than himself which is why he finds it so calming to touch.

He eventually drops your hand (aggressively- but not in a mean way, give him some credit) and walks off like nothing happened.

The first time Michael kisses you

Both of you like to argue who made the first move. You feel as if you did-- touching his exposed cheek and leaning in a little.

Michael refuses to give you the credit. He finds pride in thinking he made the first move. Michael was the one who kissed you-- not the other way around. You may have invited it.. but in he put in the effort to meet you half way.

Michael kissing you felt a little awkward. He didn't move his lips at first. He didn't touch you. Michael waited until you kissed back. That's when he stopped feeling uncomfortable and added more passion than you expected to feel from a man like him.

He's very needy with kisses. He doesn't want them all the time so when you do kiss him-- it's definitely heated. Not sexually if you're not ready or in the mood. It's just intense. He makes you feel desirable and loved.

You'll have to push him away sooner or later. He won't stop until you do.

The first time Michael cuddles you

He waits until you're asleep on the couch. Michael uses this as an excuse to pick you up and carry you to bed. The physical contact he allows only adds more fuel to the never ending addiction of wanting to feel your body heat mix with his own.

Once you're in bed he rests beside you but never falls asleep. He watches and touches. Innocently, he allows his hands to roam your body. You're warm and inviting.

Michael gently changes the position you're in so he can hold you against his chest. He leans back on the headboard and continues to watch and touch you with a softness you'll never feel when awake. It's too much to give out when you're aware of it-- he wound feel exposed and vulnerable. That's something he dislikes greatly.

The first time Michael comforts you

The first time Michael sleeps next to you

You didn't invite him into bed. You were already passed out. Michael took this to his advantage and pushed himself to lay down next to you.

He holds you from behind. Very tightly. You won't be going anywhere. His grip barely loosens when he falls asleep.

In the morning-- you'll wake up to his breathing. You'll feel the grip he has on your waist. Arms completely wrapped around you. He might touch your stomach/chest for personal comfort. You feel warm and he has no sexual intent. You genuinely bring him comfort.

After getting a taste of what it feels like to sleep next to someone he loves-- he will never go to bed alone. You'll be in his arms no matter what.

Michael knows people cry over many things. His victims cry and beg for mercy, they cry for loved ones he killed in front of them, etc. It never bothered him and he actually enjoys it.

It's different with you.

He can't cope with the sound of your cries. He wants you to hush, to stop making him feel weird sensations in his gut and chest.

Michael reaches a breaking point and ends up comforting you with touch and low grunts/hums to let you know he's there. Michael will just copy whatever you do for him and others. He doesn't necessarily feel empathy or anything along those lines-- all he knows is that he's willing to do whatever it takes to make you stop crying. And soon he'll figure out that he likes comforting you. The idea of you associating him with comfort has his heart filling with a warmth he rarely feels. But when he does, it's always because of you. He's okay with that.

so i saw ur requests be open and i would like to request riddle, leona and jamil with a yunjin fem s/o?? like, the dorm leaders catch her showing grim and the adeuce duo how to do the dance yunjin does in her idle? jfsjshdjsk im sorry i just thought of this and u can feel free to decline anytime!! ur writings r really good,, keep it up and remember to take breaks!! <3

😩 I LOVE THIS IDEA SM AND HHHH YOU CHOSE MY FAV BOIS- And thank you, I'm really happy to know that you enjoy my work! I’d like to apologise in advance if I messed something up regarding Yunjin since there aren't any leaks on her character stories at the time I wrote this :”)

Yunjin's Idle Animation

Riddle Rosehearts, Leona Kingscholar, Jamil Viper | Female reader | Headcanons

Riddle takes great pride in the fact that his girlfriend is a woman of immense skill in the visual arts. He feels proud when he overhears other boys talking about her, and feels somewhat jealous when she reciprocates their compliments with a coy smile. While he's happy that she's admired and respected by the school populace, she's his beloved rose and he'll make sure everyone remembers that.

Trey, Cater and the ADeuce duo would beg her to drop by Heartslabyul whenever Riddle is in a bad mood. Her soothing voice and touch are capable of easing him out of his rage, so the moment she steps foot in the dorm, everyone breathes a sigh of relief.

As a former entertainer back in her world, she naturally pays extra attention to Riddle. Whenever he needs to de-stress, he would send a text asking her to see him in Heartslabyul for a private, one-on-one tea party. He'd spill his frustrations to her and she would listen to him with an attentive mind. If she offers to perform a song to help him clear his head, he'd eagerly accept it with a grateful smile.

He would often catch her entertaining others with her dances. There was a time when he couldn't find his staff anywhere in his room and as he went to the lounge to check, he saw her showing Grimm and the ADeuce duo how to do one of her dances with his staff as her prop. She spun his staff around her hands while twirling slowly and then tossed the spinning staff in the air, kicking it twice with her left heel before gracefully catching it in her left hand and ending the dance by striking an elegant pose.

Riddle wasn't able to take his eyes off her during her little demonstration, and it wasn't until Ace yelled his name in surprise did he snap out of his trance. Ace and Deuce were clinging to each other as if the room was sinking, and she was gazing at him with a sheepish smile as she nervously held his staff. Sighing audibly, he then held his hand out and beckoned her to hand it over to him while saying, "Expect to receive your punishment after classes, (y/n)."

Just looking at her is enough to make his irritation dissipate, and Leona is absolutely smitten with her but outright refuses to let it be shown on his face. His flicking tail betrays his usually sullen expression though, and she would teasingly point it out to him with a giggle. “You must be very happy to see me, Leona~” “... Dunno what you’re on about, herbivore.”

This grumpy lion was one of the first victims of her charms, and he also ended up being the one to claim the treasure. He soaks up the attention she gives him like a sponge and exhibits a more childish behaviour whenever someone else manages to steal her undivided attention.

Leona knows that she's pleasant to look at with her pale red eye shadow and rouge lips, because even he can't stop himself from staring at her pretty face when he's using her as a lap pillow. He can get quite possessive of his girlfriend though and will growl at anyone who dares to even glance at her... Unfortunately, she had gotten herself into a contract with Azul and works as a part-time entertainer in Mostro Lounge. That octo-punk is hell-bent on keeping her tied to his business upon seeing a significant increase in customers after one performance from her.

Leona was banned from ever stepping foot inside Mostro Lounge after he beat the crap out of a group of Heartslabyul students who got too close to her for his liking, and he even picked a fight with Riddle when the latter reprimanded him for his barbaric behaviour towards his dorm members. If it wasn't for her stepping in to break up their fight, a civil war between Heartslabyul and Savanaclaw would have broken out in NRC.

Leona once saw her teaching Ruggie one of her dances in Savanaclaw's lounge. Watching her put her hands all over the hyena didn't sit well with him, and when he couldn't take it anymore, he strode over to rip her away from a surprised Ruggie before dragging her to his room. She had to deal with a sulking lion for the rest of the evening.

Compared to the cheerful and excitable Kalim, she's a breath of fresh air and Jamil can always count on her to help him relax after a particularly stressful day.

He acknowledges her talent in the visual arts and is proud to call her his. Although they have very different styles in music, he cherishes the small moments where she'd pull him away from his chores just to sing and dance with him in the kitchen or in the lounge - depends on where and when she chooses to ambush him. He was no doubt uncomfortable with it at first due to his strong sense of responsibility as Kalim's servant, but he soon learnt to let everything go and focus on her when she decides to entertain him.

It's no secret that his girlfriend is loved by virtually everyone and Jamil can see why, given her natural beauty and grace. He tends to be possessive of her whenever they're walking together in the hallway - his grip around her shoulders would tighten when a random student compliments her, and he’d scowl when Ace and Deuce come running to her, begging her to bail them out of whatever trouble they had caused.

He's selfish when it comes to her. Since he never had anything to call his own from the time he was born, he doesn't like it whenever Kalim casually drapes himself over her like an overgrown child. He would always pull her away from Kalim the moment he sees it happening in front of him.

Jamil’s mood became sour when he caught her performing one of her dances for Kalim and the shared braincell squad. He watched her spin Kalim’s staff around her hands while twirling slowly and then tossed the spinning staff in the air, but before she could kick it with her left heel, Jamil had intercepted and caught it for her. His glare was enough to send Ace and Deuce running, and he returned Kalim’s staff to him while telling him to not treat it like a toy. Jamil only cheered up when she attended basketball practice after school as his personal cheerleader.

@wizardpotions

i just realized that tumblr allows multiple audio files in a row and they autoplay consecutively on mobile