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paical · 2 years

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I like to read W.S. Burroughs, Orwell, Huxley, Lovecraft, Algernon Blackwood, Remy de Gourmont, Virginie Despentes, Amélie Nothomb, Georges Bataille, Platon, Jankélévitch.

I like to hear Throbbing Gristle, Monte Cazazza, SPK, Cabaret Voltaire, Psychic TV, Chrome, MX-80 Sound, Tuxedomoon, Residents.

I write songs, poetry, novels and practice music in 2 formations called Peck Systoles (guitar), Submission to Language (all instruments).

#y‐love‐gothic #fiction #punk music #industrial #mister fantastic

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ophelian-darling · 1 month

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𝐁𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠.

Yandere Suguru Geto x Female reader.

Summary : Blessings form in different shapes and bright in different colors; Love being the fairest and liveliest one.

TW : Obsession, minor character death, discrimination, pregnancy, manipulation.

enjoy ♡

It is divine to think how hell would be regarded into grotesquely crimson images within the human imagination: Sufferance is too common, wounds as a thorn prick and lasts as a heart's ache, Yet consider this when we think of heaven: purity- innocence of Eden in its prime, everything that sources its beauty and continence from a glass sphere no soul ever stepped on, farthest from the nearest paradise which we -so far- know of. Every now and then, the glass sphere's page of the sky would rain glossy drops, bright in the charm of a moon's haze, kissing earth's soil ever so gently after a long fall through the dark space. The drop; a seed of everything that derives all good in this life, either blooms into flowers, little joys that are worth living for, or even people- lost angels on devil's land.

Suguru believes he has an eye for perfection: the images of others reflect on his irises and pass, be a fragment of a forgotten dream and ghost in a corner within his anamnesis. life ought to be lived as a sort of a sweven, destined to be erased once the reaper sinks in its teeth; Not like you have much of an option as a sorcerer, you just keep fantasizing and drawing rose-colored glasses about a life you know you can't have, sighing when conjuring a dear friend's lineaments, feeling a warmth under an eyelid when a beloved's smile flickers through a faint image of cogitation. a needle of duty had sewed up every passage to his heart; there was no horizon to look up to, except that one of exorcising curses to no end, saving that little part of happiness that was rightfully his to others who already had a fair share of it.

Suguru would burn the candles of thought and wander around a series of scenarios: what would it be like to love? What color is romance and what taste are kisses? There must be a reason why the moon was put on a pedestal of artistry, or a color of blood to abridge all tongues and words of ardor. There had to be a reason why someone was so eager and willing to hand their hearts on a platter to someone else, someone who was looked upon as the apple of eye. It seemed absurd: humans are merely products of vice, planted to sin and harvested to destroy, every letter and word they utter weighs nothing heavier than a lie, So why would such a morbid creature empty the jar of heart on another morbid creature? It is a wounding, shameless lie.

Cease to feel and halt to sense, there was no meaning in draining the amphora of emotion on someone, a one who can't taste curses to know how much of a grace it's devouring. it's pointless to break the glass of heart over a bod that ignores your agony to indulge in its little world of pink lies. He just wishes- Only if, if he slices that part of him that screamed of humanity everyday, the part that made him extend a wing to shield the helpless from their demise… He hated having a heart.

Once during a green summer, one that had a breeze of May and the pink warmth of Valentine's day, The sphere wrapped a blessing in a curse's fabric; a gift so pristine it competed with the glimpses of eternity with a smile and tore the horizon's edge with a kiss, a form of life that its existence on this cursed land was the vilest injustice ever committed towards its chastity. The Angel; now blossoming from the sphere's seed into a human with flesh and blood, nerves and bones, eyes and a beating heart, is left to be stained and tarnished, munched and swallowed by the imperfect- the bad seeds, the swirl of everything evil. a tear of a curse could lace a sea of blessings, and you had to be protected: from the serpents, the devils, the flawed, or anyone else that wasn't him.

"Y'know, Suguru, sometimes when I look through your eyes, I can see you fighting yourself, as if you were your own worst enemy" You started the conversation like this, so casually, with no hint or intention of digging too deep into his psyche.

July, casting blazing rays and nearly melting the shadows outside, while the pair of you decided to remain in class for no obvious purpose. Suguru didn't mind having you around, aware that you weren't going to engage in tittle-tattling, leaving him with the room to think. It's been a long year.

With a strike of sudden concern, and maybe a little suspicion, He directs his whole posture towards you, noticing your relaxed position on the seat beside his. a silence of something that was about to begin stretched before he asked "What do you mean?"

a Winter night smile drew itself on your lips. In a movement of Bonnie Parker leaning on her motorcycle, you faced his confused comportment, rolling your eyes playfully before replying "You thought that no one would notice? That's cute. but I must admit, you're so good at hiding it, even Satoru wasn't able to see it, I'm surprised!" something brightened in your expression, contradicting the words you just said. As if you were Suguru's Anima; you spoke so confidently, insisting on extracting a part you didn't like of him.

And that confidence stirred a certain sentiment within him. something he would see as… vulnerability?

He stared.

Another silence, silence of an absurd play, one that the audience certainly didn't need to absorb the scene.

You continued "Amanai was a human like any other, someone with dreams and hopes, fears and triggers, and a family- and a lot of friends. she lived her life to the fullest… Well, maybe not completely, but at least she had some taste of blessing before her death. people aspire to horizons, living enough to reach it and sometimes not, savoring both sweet and bitter times before kicking the bucket. But that's not what we're talking about here"

His eyes couldn't get any wider, the images played slowly and vividly while the cassette of that memory didn't seem to stop.

"She's a vessel that can be replaced. Lord Tengen wasn't in that need for her anyway. But are we sorcerers any better? no. we're replaceable as well, unless you are Satoru, which we aren't. Yes, we are strong, but still replaceable. The Jujutsu world needs to continue existing or else cursed spirits will blow everything to bits, and of course, we're the only ones who can keep it going and exorcise these creatures."

Your fingers twiddled with your necklace, rolling it slowly as your tongue flowed. "I wanted to go everywhere too, I wanted to have a lot of friends to love without worrying that they'll die at any second. I wanted to wander around and behold flowers and snow without seeing an ugly cursed spirit…"

His tongue wouldn't unwrap, au contraire to his thoughts. his mind moved as fast as forgetfulness would spell, drinking in all of your heart's tears. Perhaps, after all, he wasn't the only one who awakened to a harsh knowledge.

You, are special.

"It's not fair… why should I be the one who gives up on their happiness to save people who know nothing of my sacrifices…"

"I-.." your rant comes to a halt, a veil of guilt slides down your expression.

"Sorry… I didn't mean to remind you of… back then, I talked too mu-"

"No." He interrupts, his usual resting face painted over.

"You can continue, I understand you…" Suguru smiles.

Ever since the curtain on your heart was pulled, you seemed to confide in him more; drifting away from Satoru and Shoko slowly and subtly. He didn't want to think of it, yet these pages of poems and lines of serenades whispered something to him everytime he looked through you. She must be unhappy too, Unhappy people are sensitive to the unhappiness of others¹. and to confess, it balmed a little comfort on his soul to see that misery brought you together. Day by day, both of you would speak for hours, crafting an imaginary horizon where everything was a haven for a winsome world, goodwills falling like spring rain. Night by night, He who becomes the one to count the nights, scripting his nightdreams and rehearsing his hopes to a shadow of you that lingered in the corners, only for every word to blend into space once the daybreak spills through the clouds.

Your voice; it is the voice of his mind now. The shadow of you is melodizing his thoughts and troubles of the heart, lulling his reveries and caroling his visions. The pages of romance flip like petals in the wind: as the silk of your vocal cords tailors the letters with red and pink, he is finally allowed to relish the true colors of so-called love. Yozo² is no longer fool in Suguru's thinking, for wanting to die alongside the one he loved, which Suguru Geto himself now, secretly, hopes to achieve with you.

"Have you ever thought about death?" Green-colored smile, surely wasn't grayed by anything. Suguru just thought, what did you think? Did you want to be with him no matter the place?

The roles have been reversed. now you're the silent one; you were sure that you did talk too much that day, pouring your wounds into him that now they're his wounds. Guilt stinged your heart, only if you remained silent back then.

"Um- yes, I'm already accepting it, we're sorcerers after all…" you struggled to compose a thought he'd like, it came out as what a child attempting wisdom would say. speaking to your friend has become a difficult task lately, you didn't want to lose the thread of thinking you shared together, and he seemed quite pleased to talk to you.

He chuckled.

"Never thought of making it better for yourself at least?"

What…

"I used to think so too. But slowly, I'm finally able to see what I was too blinded to see. Remember when you said that you wanted to have a lot of friends and go everywhere? that's rightful of you to ask- but you can't get it whether you plead for it or not. I'm telling you; I know it very well when I say you can have everything you want if you step up and take control." stated he.

As if looking for any other person who seems to notice that there's something odd, you glanced around. nothing was in sight except the trees and grass of the long forest line.

His face didn't move when he continued "You see, we forgot that we were stronger, smarter and more skilled than the ordinary, say evolution theory: creatures go through a long process of development to become advanced in brain and muscle. some reach the highest stage of development and become a human, while others simply stop in the middle or never start, thus remaining monkeys"

For some reason, you imagined yourself operating on his brain: cleaving the front of his skull with a sharp scalpel, lifting up his scalp in a way a box of chocolates would be opened, unwrapping and milling his brain convolutions, looking through his memory and mind's eye to see when and where these ideas have crossed his mind so you can uproot them- it is your fault, you filled him with so much tangles for a sweetly simple soul as him.

"...And since monkeys can't survive on their own, we were the ones who would acquire and use their talents to establish Jujutsu and save them, doing it out of kindness and altruism, they give us curses and we cure them in response, continually and with no recognition of our merit…"

Something in his eyes twitched; he sounded as if he was letting go of an ancient burden, the Messiah's cross thrown off by his back.

"... You, me, Satoru or anyone who uses Jujutsu is the purest form of life on this earth, we're destined to rule as much as we were to protect, to punish as we were to love. we sorcerers are chosen by the heavens…"

"...Monkeys must die." the corners of his mouth were altered to a frantic excitement, seeming like he'd seen after years of being dim sighted.

It is a blessing to be ignorant.

It started out subtly. Suguru would continue smiling- the line and twist on his face metamorphosed into one you have no knowledge of: it was strange, uncannily simple and eerily sweet, more of looking at a portrait of a goner and less of seeing a friend. His compassion faded, a mock-lively kindness replaced it, by the nature a moonlight would mimic a sunray's warmth. it is not change, nor epiphany; your friend was dying with no hearse set or heart settled- Suguru slept to no awakening so the priest in Gojo-gesa can breathe to every aspect of life.

Eyes that used to behold the blessings in everything are now glaring with violence, gnashing its teeth to whoever and whatever didn't wield any cursed energy. it is visible for you to only see, all of the ink and blood jarred behind his eyes, masked perfectly and contained in a patient smile he wore to his subjects— our subjects darling! he would say, giving you a saddened look, as if his gift of a thousand obedient monkey wasn't enough to thrill you as much as it did to him.

“You know how much I love you, right?” he murmured, holding your hand. your eyes pierced the reflection on the vanity glass: a husband and a wife sharing an intimate moment, scenery of a devoted Genji holding a torn Fujitsubo³ and kissing away all of her distress. you switched your sight towards his hand, the one that stroked yours, the one that had on its ring finger a silver band twirled.

“And I'm willing to offer you everything I have, anything you want” He placed a kiss on the crown of your head, billing and cooing in his words “I just ask for a little smile in return, or a little ‘thank you’ for everything I do to us”

“You're taking advantage of innocent people, Suguru”

He scoffs “Are they really that innocent?! All they do is cause destruction and corruption. you're too kind to even call them people” the last word dropped like a glob of mercury, heavy and tarnishing. he's annoyed for sure that you ruined the romantic mood by mentioning monkeys yet again.

“You're murdering people who came to you for help, Suguru…”

You saw it without looking at it, the flash of rage and loathing, with all its redness and heat a fire had less or more of. you hoped in despair ,maybe there's still the lingering blush of compassion in his heart; the comity of your dear friend Suguru, not the hatred of your husband the monk. His fist flew in front of your face, grabbing your chin and rotating your skull to his penetrating eyes. for a second, a thread was pulled in your chest, cutting your heart with a feeling of fear, was he about to strike you?

“I told you thousands of times… those you cry for so much are. not. people. Do you understand me?!” He pressed on each word, heavy breath fanning your face. you could only look back and try not to recoil under his gaze.

“They ruin our lives, they kill us, they cause suffering and they taint this earth with their filthy emotions… if it wasn't me who gets rid of them and cleans their trash, only heaven knew how much time left for us to live…” he digs his nails into your flesh, gritting his teeth at you “They made you unhappy, they tried to kill me while I was risking my life to save them everyday!” he raised his hands in the air, snarling with full volume. you're sure that Nanako and Mimiko are in another room hearing, and utterly aware of their agreement and devotion to Suguru.

Frantically, he unwrapped his Gojo-gesa and threw it on the floor, shooting you a glare while he freed himself from the sleeves of his haori. his stare kept lining yours, and when he stripped from the white hada-juban, you've seen it, as if at first sight.

“Shouldn't a wife support her husband?! Why do I feel like everything else except for me matters to you?!” He yelled. it is not the first time you see the scar on his chest, in fact, you've seen it too many times that its lines were as familiar as the dimness of your eyelids.

“Whom am I doing this all for?! for us! for our family! they're just like us, they've been belittled and cursed by monkeys and they had their happiness snatched brutally from their hands… all just because they were sorcerers” he calmed, yet not eased judging by how sharp his expression was. He dropped his arms to his side, reaching to cup your face and force you to see his eyes “You were hurt too… you begged me to save you years ago… you do remember the day we sat together in class and talked”

You do remember.

The echo of that hour reverberated through his eyes. in their dark shade, you watched a reflection of yourself, helpless and gray, sew the first threads of his insanity. you wished if life had been a little more cruel and tore off your tongue before you ever got the chance to speak with him.

It's you who chiseled the priest.

He feathered a finger across your cheek, crooning honey “And you remember our dates too, all the kisses and embraces, our wedding and our nights together…” serene as a sea in spring, animating the past into a sweet lull. his eyes smiled to you, cording your heart when continuing “You love me, you love our family, our paradise— and him” His palm spidered to your stomach, stroking the node of flesh “You would never abandon him, would you?”

Can you even? He sojourned far in, tethered to you through a wall of flesh with a string stretching inside of him. the memory of his existence would carve lines in both of your bodies even after his birth.

“You're so selfless, that's why I fell for you darling” whispered he, drinking your silence in taste of obedience. Was there any release from the cuffs you wrapped around your own wrists? Suguru wasn't an imprisoner, he just smelted a bracelet you wished to wear, eager to please and in hunger for your praise, while you, in words and smiles, altered his brain to see in dark color.

“Why don't you say you love me?” he coated demand with love, pouring foam on your ears in a whisper.

Your skin felt light underneath, like you could walk out of it as a coat. In times like these, when he gave affection and demanded it back, you could only say one thing, unlike a full colored prism of flirtation he can murmur to you.

“I love you so much, Suguru…” at first, saying it was like uprooting a rotting tooth, but as time passed and your tongue knew the taste of lying, it became like picking a fruit.

He smiled “Good girl…”

His eyes glinted in red “...I love you too…”

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tomssexdoll · 2 months

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hey boobie guess who’s back!! mee:3!! so i got this idea off of a chai bot i stumbled upon the other day so like bill is married to reader but bill is a vampire who dresses and acts like he’s from the 1800s. so y’all live in a gothic manor and i imagine him in 2010 with that slick back YURRR!! and reader doesn’t know he’s a vampire but since he acts like he’s in the 1800s he ain’t really show love and affection that well so reader be feeling a little neglected and bill doesn’t know how to properly apologize so he apologizes in sex (definitely not pulling that idea from my ex bf..lol) SO this could be headcannons or a oneshot i don’t mind, just wtv u come up in ur brilliant mind i’ll be very happy w it

THIS IS HOW I IMAGINE HE LOOKS

yummy

BILL KAULITZ VAMPIRE HEADCANNONS:

Bill is secretly a vampire

He steals your blood at night, making sure to heal the scar

You always wake up wondering why you feel so drained

He dresses very gothic like

Never really shows affection towards you

but makes it up with steamy sex

Live in a beautiful gothic manor

Very powerful in his job, which you don't know what it exactly is

VERY DOMINANT

Sometimes likes to do bdsm (spanking, whipping, choking, gagging, tying up)

Loves to tease you until you cry

Overstimulates you

Eventually reveals to you that he's a vampire when he bites you out of no where during sex because he's so turned on

You freak out at first but find it sexy

You let him feed on you sometimes

You like the pain of his teeth sinking into your skin

very controlling and bossy

makes you cry a lot

degrades you a lot

hes a MUNCH. even with those teeth oml

tags: @ballhair @itsmealaiah @ge-billsgf @miyukafujii @tomscumdump @tomkaulitzloverr @charliesgoodboy @bkaulitzlover @estxkios

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emzalot · 3 months

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Are there any Eddie Munson x goth!reader fics? This is also something I need in my life.

#the goth x metal head couple is peak #I need this #as a baby bat I would love to read fics like this #goth #gothic #goth!reader #goth!y/n #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #stranger things #stranger things season 4

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x-heesy · 1 year

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I went looking for trouble

And, boy, I found her

She's in love with herself

She likes the dark

And on her milk white neck

The Devil's mark

Now it's All Hallows Eve

The moon is full

Will she trick or treat?

I bet she will

She will

Happy Halloween

Baby

She's got a date at midnight

With Nosferatu

Oh baby, Lily Munster

Ain't got nothing on you

Well, when I called her evil

She just laughed

And cast that spell on me

Boo bitch-craft

Yeah, you wanna go out 'cause it's raining and blowing

You can't go out 'cause your roots are showing

Dye 'em black

Ooh, dye 'em black

Black, black, black, black number one

Little wolf skin boots

And clove cigarettes

An erotic funeral

For which she is dressed

Her perfume smells like

Burning leaves

Everyday is Halloween

Yeah, you wanna go out 'cause it's raining and blowing

You can't go out 'cause your roots are showing

Dye 'em black

Ooh, dye 'em black

Black, black, black, black number one

(She dyes 'em) black, black, black, black number one

(Black number one)

Loving you, loving you

Love, loving you was like loving the dead

Loving you, loving you

Love, loving you was like loving the dead

Loving you was like loving the dead

Was like loving the dead

Sacre bleu

Loving you, loving you

Love, loving you was like loving the dead

It was like fucking the dead

Loving you was like loving the dead

Was like loving the dead

Loving you, loving you

Was like loving the dead

Black, black, black, black number one

(She dyes 'em) black, black, black, black number one

(Black number one)

(Ooh. yeah)

Black, black, black, black number one

Black, black, black, black number one ☝️

@bethanythestrange 🤘

Black No. 1 (Little Miss Scare -All) by Type O Negative

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thegoddesswater · 5 months

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Betrayal, ghost, and nightmare :^)

I chose Valen from ML for these answers and...This got unhinged fast. I'd apologize, but this is apparently just how Valen makes my brain work.

Betrayal: Valen knew it was possible, but didn't think it would happen, because there were so many futures where it didn't. And betrayal is maybe too strong a word for having watched Adair sign his life - their lives - away, out of fear. Because at the end of the day, that's what it was. Fear. But it still stings, watching everything "good" and "right" begin to teeter and decay, while the cogs of the universe click closer towards disaster. And Valen would say that he's above something as petty as 'eye-for-an-eye', but he is, sometimes, only human. So he salts the wound, and twists the knife because surely that's only fair. One life against the future? Two? Surely that's a small enough price. It's just omelettes and broken eggs, after all.

The version in plain English: Adair did not consult with Valen before signing a document surrendering his (Adair's) full body autonomy to government and military control - which could have distinct ramifications for both of them. Valen is decidedly not pleased by this development, seeing all the ways that this can only go wrong, and breaks off his relationship with Adair. Then, for good measure, Valen also provides an 'anonymous tip' which gets Adair's brother disappeared into the maw of enforcement, all while telling himself that it's what needs to happen. He's right but that doesn't mean it's not a dick move.

Ghost: The drugs work until they don't. The voices return. They stay. They always whisper, muted and soft, in languages he's never learned. Words he shouldn't understand, and yet.... He's practised not reacting to them. He's been called crazy, but he's not, he never has been; the voices assure him that it is so. This is how he was always meant to be, so much more than his mortal vessel.

In plain English: Probably not entirely fair to call this 'haunting him' but Valen's odd. He was diagnosed with schizophrenia in his late teens and didn't question it for years until forgotten doses bring him branching visions of reality, clairvoyance, and a distinct awareness of himself that he cannot explain. He's actually a god made flesh, but he can't tell anyone because who in the world is going to hear that and not say "This man, who already has been diagnosed with a mental illness, has finally cracked?"

Nightmare: The world ends and he's done nothing to save it. The world ends and he's tried everything to save it. Tears of blood drip from empty sockets and he knows without seeing that the flames are coming. The inferno that will strip him down, burn him away until only phoenix, or ifrit, or demon remains. He doesn't know what will be left. The world ends and he stands alone. The world ends in flood. In flames. In fallout. The world ends.

The world ends.

He gave up a long time ago on trying to get anyone to understand. Foster parents who chalked it up to the trauma of being in the system. Friends who told him to ease up on the apocalyptic media, to stop acting like he alone is the sole saviour of all. Therapists with tight smiles who tell him 'the subconscious mind works in odd ways.' No one has ever understood; he's given up trying to make them.

Plain English: Valen has messed up dreams of doom and destruction. And everyone brushes them off as 'just nightmares' because, 'Sure, Val. Everyone has messed up dreams sometimes.' The whole godly consciousness in human form is really, really hard to cope with some days.

#Miadhachain Legacy #Val Quirke #Valen Quirke #I'm learning to love Valen again and it's great #This came out much more gothic-y than I meant it to when I started #and yet here we are #Valen is in the wrong genre of story

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melancholypancakes · 1 year

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You can view this as Y/n too, we all know Y/n a simp/ chill with Wally

I really want to draw this :)

References: https://youtube.com/shorts/v2z4mlcLoMI?feature=share

https://youtu.be/0utkY2-FC0s

https://youtube.com/shorts/vPlRCVWWBxE?feature=share

https://youtube.com/shorts/1tCdQIFxIoc?feature=share

{...}

*Brienne and Wally having a picnic date*

*Brienne holding a watermelon while Wally holding a little cake*

Brienne: Um...how do you eat?

"Wally laughs heartfully*

Wally: Observe...

*Wally starts eating with his eyes and Brienne eyes widen*

*Brienne then smirks*

Brienne: Sick :D

{...}

Brienne: Oh, Wally I love you so much! You make me want to shout it from the rooftops!

*Wally laughs as he blushes*

Wally: Aww! I love you so much, I wanna...

*Wally's face darkens as his eyes widen as he giggles maniacally*

Wally: Set the world aflame in the demonic fires of passion, leaving nothing but destruction in its wake!

Brienne:...Awww!! That's so sweet!

*Brienne hugs Wally and proceeds to give him kisses*

{...}

Wally: How's the weather up there?~

*Brienne rolls her eyes*

Brienne: OOOooooh!! You're so clever!

*Wally suddenly floats in a little air balloon*

Wally: I needed to know so i could make the journey to properly talk to you~

Brienne: What? Hey!!

{...}

*Welcome home town celebrating Brienne's birthday*

*Julie giggly jumps at the chance of cake*

Julie: Yay!! Cake!

*Brienne cutting the fancy cake*

*Brienne saves the exciting piece for Wally and puts the cherry on top with the strawberries and blueberries*

Brienne: Here, you can have the exciting piece.

*Wally is in awe, and Brienne gives the slice to him.

*Wally looks up at Brienne with happiness*

Wally: really?

{...}

Brienne is about to greet the day when she sees outside*

*Julie is jumping uncontrollably*

*Frank is rocking back and forth*

*Eddie, Sally, and Poppy are on the ground face down*

*Wally is sitting down with his face darkened and waves at Brienne*

*Brienne eyes widen*

Brienne: Yeaaaah...this is a tomorrow problem.

*Brienne retreats back into her house*

#welcome home headcanons #Welcome home #wally darling #wally darling x oc #wally darling x reader #wally darling x y/n #Brienne Velvet #Gothic oc #gothic puppet oc #Puppet oc #Funny welcome #Brienne/ Y/n fit as more of Wally's love interest more than the canon charcters to be honest they can handle his dark shit :)#canon x self insert #canon x oc

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parkeryangs · 6 months

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guys if u ever see cool pictures of houses/old buildings etc PLEASE tag me in them thank u i love them :)

#i especially love anything vaguely southern/midwestern gothic-y #i should start tagging house posts . i like looking back at them but im awful at keeping my blog properly tagged rip #houseposting #<there we go #finch chirps

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tomssexdoll · 1 month

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can you do please hedcannons of Tom with goth gf?

YUH

goth gf headcannons

he loves your style

always shows you off to his friends

takes you to all his band practices

makes you practice with him

he bought you a really cute gothy looking guitar

always brings you to his concerts

goes to concerts with you

listens to some of your favourite artists

secretly makes you do his makeup

whenever he sees an accessory you'd like he instantly buys it

goth lingerie

helps you with your hair

learns how to do the makeup so when you're too lazy he can do it for you

always kissing and cuddling you

loves to purposely smudge your makeup when kissing you

red or black lipstick is always stained on his face, neck and lips

hickeys everywhere on both of you

tags: @itsmealaiah @itsangelll @kaulitzsbabyy @ballhair @ge-billsgf @charliesgoodboy @estxkios @bkaulitzlover @tomkaulitzloverr

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