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morwap · 1 year

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WITH ONE FLAT FOOT ON THE DEVIL’S WING

➸ danny johnson x fem!reader

➸ smut | some dark! content | pre!entity

➸ nav | d.j m.list | part one

➸ dom!danny, sub!reader, p in v, unprotected sex, stalking, breaking and interning, mask kink, degradation and praise, spanking, oral m!&f! receiving, filming, head pushing, creampie

Opening your nightstand drawer and pushing around the junk that you throw in there from time to time, finally finding what you were looking for.

It was a little damaged, the corners bent and a piece of the left corner ripped. You stared at the picture, one hand playing with the hem of your panties. the same ones he was using in the picture, of course, now they were clean. All the DNA that covered them was now stripped away and gone.

You haven't heard from him in weeks, the sexual encounters you’ve had after that day seemed dry and didn’t really hold your interest. Your job was even more boring, being a secretary at the Roseville gazette was not the most entertaining job but you do get a few laughs from your coworkers, especially jed, he’d come to your desk a lot to joke around and ask if you had heard things around the office, he loved hearing your gossip since people often thought you and him were the type to tell their secrets too since you both had an inviting aroma, you liked hearing the drama he had to tell which left you both giggling.

Two of your work friends invited you to drinks at walleyes, this was something unusual since the ghostface murders started so you agreed.

three shots in and holding who you think is tessa’s bag, you were ready to go home and no matter how many people were hitting on you, you knew it wouldn’t be what you wanted.

it was late and you were really not wanting to have a hangover on a work day, you couldn’t call off if you wanted that vacation time in june.

you made sure tessa’s bag got to her before leaving, your house wasn’t too far and you were barely feeling the shots. you debated on grabbing food while you were out but decided not to since most places were closed and the only food that was super close to you was gas station food.

you pulled into your driveway, hurrying to get your house keys out of your bag before you turned off your car. you didn't know what it was but as soon as you shut your car door you had this eerie feeling, your house was the last on the street and then beside you were trees for miles so this feeling washed over you sometimes during late nights but this felt different.

making your way to your door while constantly looking behind you just in case was something you had been good at, stopping in front of your door, trying to find the right key.

your bag slid down from your shoulder onto your forearm, it knocked into your door making it creak open.

you knew damn well you locked your door.

your mind fought between it being him or it being someone else.

taking a deep breath, you walked in, not closing the door all the way. you walked towards your living room.

there sat ghostface, his gloved fingers tapping on the arm of the chair he sat in. you sat your bag on your couch, tossing your keys onto it.

“didn’t think you were gonna come back,” you said, you played with your hands nervously.

“i keep my promises, i gave you back your panties as much as i wanted to keep them didn't i?” he asked, cocking his head to the side.

you let out a soft laugh and shook your head, “what took you so long?” you asked.

“can’t spend all my time with you bunny, i'm a busy man and i came as soon as i was free” he said and shrugged. “but let's see if you keep your word since you were so cocky on the phone” he added as he spun the camcorder that sat on the table beside him.

you smiled as you walked closer to him, sinking to your knees once in front of him. you reached over to the camcorder, bringing it to you and turned it on then hitting record. you handed it to him.

“i keep my promises too,” you said, touching his cock through his clothes. you looked at the camera as he made sure to focus on your face, sometimes moving it to your hands but it always ended back onto your face.

danny was grinning ear to ear under his mask, he knew you’d be perfect since the day you started working where he did, he just knew there was something behind your whole nice persona plus he didn't spend all that time watching you for him to be disappointed.

undoing his pants and pulling out his cock was thrilling, it was something you’d thought about since the phone call, it was all you could think about at work and it was certainly the only thing you could think about at night.

danny’s chest moved up and down as his breathing got quicker and the mask sure didn't help.

your hand went up and down his length, looking from his tip to the camera.

“put your mouth to work” ghostface demanded, you looked at the black fabric that covered his eye before licking up his cock and then licking around his tip.

danny let out a pleased hum, he took the camera into his left hand and his right came to the back of your head, he didn’t put any pressure.

you took him into your mouth, moving your head up and down, over and over. you’d look up at him or the camera from time to time and each time it made you want him inside of you more and more.

“oh you’re good at this, bet you have so much experience” he groaned, his hand holding the camera starting to get a bit shaky. you answered him with a disagreeing hum around his cock.

“you don’t gotta lie doll i know you’re a fuckin’ whore” danny scoffed, he knew everything, absolutely everything about you. danny pushed your head down this time, making you gag around him and making him laugh silently.

you looked at him as you deepthroated him, your hands gripped at his thighs. his hand didn’t apply any more pressure and let you move your head freely. you let off him, catching your breath before sucking him off again. you took him back into your mouth, licking a vein that was near his tip over and over making his hip shudder and buck up. your tongue swiped over his slit a few times then you swirled your tongue around his tip.

danny was close, his hips bucking up and his balls tightening, his hand now guiding your head as you looked up at the camera.

“good girl, you’re such a good girl” danny moaned out, jerking off with your panties was good but not as good as this for sure. you hummed around him, rolling your eyes back as you continued pleasing him. ghostface was a lot thicker than you imagined and your jaw would surely be sore by the time you woke up in the morning.

you could hear him cursing under his breath, the pulsing in your cunt was almost unbearable.

“m’gonna cum bunny, fuck- you better swallow it” he said through gritted teeth. his abdomen tightened as his cock twitched in your mouth, you moaned around him which made his hips buck up harder.

danny’s hand pushed your head down to his base as he came into your mouth. he tried to keep the camera steady as he groaned.

you looked up at him, tears coming to your eyes as you tried to not choke on him, he could feel you rubbing his thigh in a weird comforting way. his hand let off your head and you made your way up to his tip, practically sucking him clean.

danny focused the camera on your face, “open your mouth” he ordered as you got your mouth off his cock.

you tilted your head back a little and opened your mouth, his gloved hand grabbed your jaw gently as you waited for him to tell you to swallow.

“fuckin’ swallow it” he demanded, pushing your mouth closed and then moving to your neck, he wanted to feel you swallow.

you obeyed, taking it all down in a gulp.

“good little bunny,” he praised and pat your cheek, “get on the couch” he added in a serious tone. you wanted to kiss him but you knew he wouldn’t take off the mask. danny put himself back into his boxers for the moment.

you got off your knees and made your way to your couch with ghostface not far behind, you moved your purse and keys to the floor before getting on your knees on the couch, waiting for his instructions.

danny set the camcorder onto your coffee table before walking over to you, tilting his head to the side as he rubbed your cheek with his thumb then moving to unbutton your shirt, the same shirt he had seen you wearing at work that was just a little too tight for your figure.

“you’re so pretty, doll” he complimented. it made you smile as you stared up at him.

you half expected him to just rip your shirt off instead of treating it carefully, before you knew it he was taking your shirt off you and tossing it to the floor. danny pushed you to get on your elbows and knees on the couch, your skirt was riding up and your shoes had fallen off and onto the floor.

danny got behind you, his gloved hand running up your leg to your waist, your skirt was tight, it was one of the ones you wore to work but it was just a little too long for danny’s liking; he reached for his knife that was by his thigh.

he grabbed the fabric with one hand and cut it off of you. you gasped and turned your head to him. before you could talk he started.

“calm down doll, s’just not one of my favorites,” he said, taking the now destroyed skirt and tossing it to the ground. you playfully rolled your eyes, you weren’t gonna fight him about it. danny put the knife back before touching your legs again.

you had on mint-colored panties with white lace, his fingers sliding under the fabric and pulling them down your legs.

“i’ll be keeping these bunny” danny said as he stuffed them into his pocket, your cunt was on full display for him.

“please touch me” you whined, you wanted him so bad, you didn’t if he fingered you or ate you out you just wanted him inside of you.

danny laughed, he knew you were getting needy, “i'll give you what you want bunny” he said as he moved his mask up and to the side to where it just perfectly hid his face. he held you still as his tongue made contact with your cunt, he kissed your clit before sucking softly making you moan into the cushion.

you arched your back as he lapped at you over and over, his hands massaging your skin as he kept you still.

“ghostface-“ you started, stray hair was in your face as you wished he would go faster.

“you can call me danny” he interrupted you, his mouth leaving your cunt for a second then going back, circling his tongue over your clit.

“danny please fuck me” you begged, you dug your nails into the cushion.

danny left your cunt, moving his mask back to his face.

“such a needy fuckin’ whore, so impatient” he muttered which made you whine and move your hips back a bit, he slapped down on your ass, making you jump. danny palmed himself before taking his cock out of his boxers again, he rubbed himself on your slit.

danny hummed as his tip teased your entrance, you tried to press back onto him but his free hand stopped you.

“be a good girl and wait” danny said, correcting your behavior. He tapped his cock on your clit before going up and down your slit again, just teasing you.

“you’re just being mean” you huffed as you took his teasing, this has been the only thing on your mind and now he just wants to torture you. danny laughed, leaving his tip at your entrance.

“oh- i’m mean, bunny?” he asked humorously and just when you were about to respond he thrust into you making you gasp, he filled you up so nicely. danny’s hands grabbed your waist and pulled you into each thrust.

“c'mon doll, am i mean now? since you couldn’t fucking wait” he scoffed, the fabric from his pants scratched the back of your thighs.

“no” you stuttered out, his balls slapping against your clit. danny grabbed you by your hair and lifted your head to look back at him.

“what was that?” he asked, you wanted this so bad and now you just felt like jelly and already cock drunk for him which would definitely make you embarrassed in the morning.

“you’re not mean!” you whined out, danny pushed your head down and kept his hand there, his thrusts got faster and rougher.

“i’ll show you fucking mean” he gritted, his hand that was on your waist moved to your ass, smacking down on your skin as you looked at the camera.

you moaned his name a few times as he spanked you over and over, your orgasm was coming and it was coming hard, you were so excited, you hadn’t had sex like this in since you didn’t even know when but there was something about this that made it so exciting.

your body rocked as he used you, his grunts and moans was something you tried to focus on. his gloved hand squeezed your ass before moving his hand back to your waist. metal from his pants prodded at your skin.

danny wanted to fucking ruin you, make to where you’d never expirence something like this with anyone else.

he rutted into you roughly you had no idea how you could keep up, your eyes rolled back as he just kept going, you didn’t think it could feel any better but it just amazed you.

“danny- danny- please i’m gonna cum” you told him, you could barely get out your words, you were trying to catch your breath.

“you wanna cum? after being mean to me?” danny snarled, shaking his head.

“please! i’m so sorry! please i didn’t mean it i promise” you cried you, you reached to his hand on your head, holding his hand, your fingers pushed up his sleeves to feel his skin.

“you’re such a sweetheart when you beg, my sweet little thing” he cooed at you, you were so close, his cock felt so good inside you. “rub your clit angel” he added.

your free hand moved to your clit, rubbing with two fingers in circle motions. you moaned and dug your nails into his skin.

“cum when you’re ready doll” he said, giving into your begging and pleading which wasn’t normal, he would’ve made you hold it but maybe it was just the goodness of his heart and influenced his decision.

“thank you” you whimpered as your fingers went faster, danny’s abdomen was tightening as you clenched around him.

you came with a loud whimper, squirting all over his cock and your fingers, soaking the cushion underneath you as well. you mumbled incoherent things as danny moaned out loud.

“fuck- bunny” he breathed out, danny tossed his head back a bit.

“cum in me, please danny” you begged, taking your fingers off your clit and wiping your hand on the cushion.

“if that's what you want bunny” he said smugly. danny’s cock twitched inside of you, he bit his cheek as his balls tightened, a few final thrusts and he was spilling inside of you.

it felt like he would never stop cumming, he left go of your hair not even realizing he was tugging so harshly, your hand held his hand there and you didn’t let go.

danny took deep breaths as he recovered. you let your eyes flutter shut as you relaxed, danny moved his hand from your head and leaned over you, he moved his mask to the side and kissed your head, you let out a pleased hum as he fixed his mask.

danny pulled out of you, watching his cum drip from out of your cunt. there was a deep desire to eat you out until you were so overstimulated you would cry but it was time to go. danny got up and grabbed the camcorder, bringing it to your cum covered cunt.

“you’re so pretty bunny” he complimented, you smiled as he started to stroke your thigh. “you did so good for me” he added as he ended the recording, he got up to clean himself up in your bathroom.

the last thing you heard was “i’ll give you a call bunny” then silence.

you woke up two hours later, your eyes focused on your coffee table, a new set of clothes, a glass of water, two wet rags and your birth control all sat on it.

the next day was work, the back of your thighs stung a bit when you sat in your chair. nothing interesting happened except for jed coming around shit talking your coworkers and asking if you had an alright night.

people came in and out of the place, interns and people trying to get in touch with your boss or coworkers and it finally had gone dead when night came, you only had two hours till you could leave so you relaxed.

when you came back from the bathroom you found something on your desk, a yellow mailer with your name on it sat beside your keyboard, you looked around to see absolutely no one in the lobby, you were alone.

you were quick to open it, grabbing what was inside, a flash drive. you were used to people sending pictures in on flash drives for others but you had never gotten one with your name on it.

you looked around again before putting into your computer and clicking the pop up, it only had a video on it, you looked around again.

he was here. he dropped this off and had to have had the mask off. you were excited but you knew you shouldn’t watch it now, not on the clock at least.

you gave in and clicked it, making sure the audio was off, it started playing and you watched as you handed him the camera.

you looked at the yellow mailer and shook it, a polaroid fell out. your eyes went back to the video.

a noise came from beside you, you panicked and exited off the video and turned to the side.

“y/n, what are you doing?” jed whispered as his eyes were wide and you just knew he saw.

“nothing” you whispered yelled at him, squeezing your eyes shut.

“that didn’t look like nothing, i didn’t know you were so naughty” he poked fun at you.

“oh my god, stop it, it’s not like that” you cringed, jed rolled his eyes. he leaned against your desk, his sleeves rolled up his forearm.

the nail marks on his wrist caught your eye.

#dbd ghostface #dbd ghostface x reader #dbd ghostface smut #ghostface smut #danny johnson ghostface #danny johnson smut #dbd danny johnson #danny johnson #jed olsen ghostface #dbd jed olsen #jed olsen smut #jed olsen x reader #jed olsen x reader smut #danny jed olsen johnson #jed olsen #danny johnson x reader smut #danny johnson x reader #morwaps.dark #pre!entity

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chiefyarts · 6 months

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"Think of me as… a bear trap. Not a sword."

#the spiral is SUCH a cool entity #its the quiet pursuit #the door calling to be opened or taking the place of a pre-existing door #its like a creature to me #like a trapdoor spider waiting for its prey to open the door so it can end the game #tma #the magnus archive fanart #tma fanart #tma podcast #the spiral #tma entities #tma spiral #fanart #the magnus archives

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macksartblock · 3 months

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it's 4 am in a warehouse and i have a plane to catch

#dndads #dungeons and daddies #normal oak swallows garcia #hermie the unworthy #oakworthy #in the sense they're here together bc i knew what i wanted them to look like #dndads tma au #i think thats it #i didn't have enough time to line and colour the others bc of the fucking pre-flight crunch #i was thinking about... the moustache.. and i'm sorry moustache fans that i didn't commit #I also don’t know what to tag warning wise uhh #tw: body horror #tw: eye contact #because of teenie - the entity of my nightmares #my artwork

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mcllymauk · 1 year

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seeing a lot of "they made Peepaw McChildMurderer unfuckable now (as Matthew Lilliard)" and to that I have two separate, but distinct reactions:

1: cowards

2: HE'S UNFUCKABLE N O W????? AS IN, HE WAS, AT ONE POINT, CONSIDERED TO BE FUCKABLE????

#five nights at freddy's #fnaf #fnaf movie #listen im willing to discuss the semantics of Springtrap vs William Afton #like if you @ me and say youd smash Spring/Scrap/Burntrap #well i think you're wrong but i admire your courage #but those entities are not William Afton. they are his spirit poasessing a robot bunny #William Afton himself? NOT smashable pre-Matthew Lilliard #all we see of him in the games is a British accent courtesy of PJ Heyward and if THAT is all it takes #then again: i think youre wrong but get it ig #Silver Eyes William Afton is a rabid soaking rat that i could crush under my heel #this is my hot take and my hill to die on

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ruinhood · 7 months

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my discord icon - silly doctor

#herman carter #dbd #pre entity herman carter

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presiding · 5 months

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high chaos/low chaos/join the chaos in my dishonored 2 rewrite

#dishonored #dishonored 2 #emily kaldwin #billie lurk #dishonored 2 spoilers #dishonored spoilers #dishonored fanfic #the monster in the hull #yeah yeah yeah the duke was responsible for this but also like. why did emily let someone that incompetent run the show so long #re: the stunt double solution. when i frame it like this it makes emily seem careless #she was and that's the point! but also to me it's #exhibit A for: 'we had a cool game mechanic idea so we forced the story to fit around it'#it is extremely cool to have a body double involved in an assassination (bet they considered twins at some point)#but her solution defs doesnt make emily look good. which again. its a AAA game they dont expect ppl to think bout it #the pain of being a Narrative Enjoyer in a Videogames Need Gimmicks world #so i addressed this even if just a little in the fic. didn't want to derail majorly it's slowburn enough already.#stop! stop! it's already slow burn!! etc etc. haaaaa #yeah it's 100k at this point. added some scenes probably splitting final chapter into 2 #because like arkane i too cannot resist a gimmick *sighs and fist bumps a corporate entity*#pres writes essays in tags

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astral-schools · 4 months

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I'm searching for, searching for you everywhere I can see you in most everything I'm searching for, searching for you everywhere But somehow you can't stop transforming

#w101 #w101 fandom #wizard101 #wizard101 fandom #w101 oc #wizard101 oc #dasein #wizsein #sal art #oc: aedan #(wakes up) oh fuck i have to post wizsein (runs into traffic)#lyrics are from world.search(you); by mili which is kind of a goofy song but also oghhhhhhhhhhhh #i like this chibi style........nice break from my cartoon realism i usually do #smoothed them.#also the transparency pattern for dasein is vaguely inspired by the way Overly Sarcastic Productions drew Khaos in their theogony video lol #'vague entity representing some kind of primordial emptiness pre-anything happening' ohhhhh okay.#hes a space where there should be something. you know #will i ever draw a background that isnt space? No.#i hate backgrounds but stars are easy

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an-entity-i-think · 1 year

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Merlin & Gwen Bestfriends

"Uh.... no."

Arthur watches as Merlin's nose wrinkles in confusion before falling into complete confidence regardless of the fact that it's one of the most backwards, stupid responses he has ever given Arthur in their years of friendship.

Which is saying a lot.

Eye twitching, Arthur almost seething, "What the hell do you mean 'um no'," he ends mockingly.

Merlin rolls his eyes before looking back at him with an 'isn't this obvious?' kind of look.

"Gwen tells me everything. And by everything, I mean everything."

Arthur makes a face as if he's not sure what that entails and not sure if he wants to.

"I do the same of course. She knows things about me that you'd only dream about knowing-"

Arthur's face intensifies on what that means and if he wants to know what that means, and also if he should be upset by what that means, and also also by the fact he isn't upset by what that may mean and what that may mean.

Merlin gives him a brief look of pity and amusement, before continuing.

"I heard all the juicy details about Lancelot when they were almost a thing way back. And I've heard all the more juicy details about you."

Arthur's eye twitches. He pretends it isn't from a mix of embarrassment and wild curiosity.

Giving him a fonder, softer look, Merlin finishes with a smile, "I've also heard about how excited she was to marry you for hours into the night. Just last night in fact. So, no. I bet if you asked her right now, she's probably crying or something in immense guilt and will probably say something like 'I don't know what happened, Arthur, I was suddenly there and it was just suddenly happening and I'm so sorry'," Merlin ends in a mystically good impression of Guinevere.

Arthur stares blankly.

Merlin blinks and then looks at him deadpan, "Because she was obviously enchanted. Probably from the bracelet she's wearing that I've never seen before. Probably from the fake Lance that was 'suddenly' revived that doesn't act anything like him. And also you should probably trust your betrothed more instead of thinking the worst of her."

Arthur just blinks for a moment before scowling, "And why didn't you day something half an hour ago?"

Merlin rolls his eyes, "Because Agravaine was there. And as soon as I say something he would have been like 'No, Arthur. Don't you see your manservant is trying to manipulate you? Never trust anyone blah blah blah except me of course. I may have abandoned you for years and only shown up right when you were most vulnerable but trust me! Unlike the others who actually love you of course...'"

Again in a weirdly good impression,

Merlin huffs exasperated as he grabs the rest of the clothes, putting them into a laundry basket, as Arthur just looks at him with eyebrows slowly rising, "And then! You would have been such a prat and started prattling on about you can't trust Gwen even though you've been together for years and know full well that she loves you and would never cheat and- ugh did you seriously stuff your socks under the sofa padding? What's wrong with you?"

Arthur watches as Merlin pulls out a sock from the sofa that's been there for who knows how long in disgust before flinging it into the basket.

Merlin looks up at him and blinks, "Wait what was I talking about?"

Arthur gives him a head ruffle and pretends he doesn't miss the softness of Merlins hair immediately after and walks towards the door, "I'm going to talk to Guinevere now. Bye."

Merlin absently responds in similar and the last thing Arthur sees before closing the door is his manservants face in disgust once again as he finds the other sock.

Well. Maybe he should talk to Guinevere first, after all. And maybe talk to her about some other things, too.

#merlin #bbc merlin #merthur #bbc arwen #arwen #mergwenthur #mergwen #pre-mergwenthur #well at least thats my intention #entity writes merlin #i love merlin and gwen #i wish their friendship stayed strong #instead of whatever tf happened at the end of the show #theyre all each others best friends #i love that for them #fake lanceleot sucks #guinevere #arthur pendragon #king arthur

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floydleart · 4 months

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Xephos Scar Chart

#planning on making Lalna next #xephos #fanart #yogs #partial nudity #partial nudity cw #scars #scars cw #‘post flux/yoglabs’ is a timeline ref to after Lalna/Nano’s flux is reversed and Xephos dissolves YogLabs #in my timeline at least #scars explained in chronological order:#gunshot (blaster shot technically) from pre-minecraftia when he served in the Federation and had to fight in battles he no longer remembers #technically he should have a small scar on his right ride of his forehead from hitting his head on his escape pod dashboard like twice #but i drew the wrong angle #israphel stab from soi Final Battle where Xephos gets perma-killed (brought back to life and endowed with respawn abilties afterwards)#divine corruption from Ridgedog possession during the Red Matter incident fyi #as well as a post-canon event possession #something something xephos: if i had a nickel for everytime a god possessed my body to save the world i would have two nickels #which isnt a lot but its weird that it happened twice #vivisection from minecraftian government entity kidnapping him for info on space and after he refuses to give it they dissect him live

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deputy-morgan-malone · 7 months

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OC Aesthetics for the Entities (Magnus Archives)

I'm not sure how much new Spooky Month content I'll be doing this year, I'm pretty tapped out at the moment, but I have had this for a while (created by @sagamemes) and it's pretty spooky, so I figured I'd do it for the start of the spooky season \o/

Tagging @inafieldofdaisies, @turbo-virgins, @socially-awkward-skeleton, @direwombat, @adelaidedrubman, @florbelles, @cassietrn, @unholymilf, @strafethesesinners, @paganminiskirt, @henbased, @deputyash, @roofgeese, @fourlittleseedlings, @josephslittledeputy, @jillvalentinesday, @corvosattano and @voidika to do it too - ONLY if you want to <3

aesthetics for the entities. bold what applies to your muse, italics what applies situationally or only in certain verses. rest of the fears here. this is based on a horror podcast; potentially triggering and / or upsetting content ahead!

Deputy Morgan Malone (FC5 OC)

i. THE BURIED. weighted blankets. drowning. the comfort of a loved one’s weight. soil & sand piling on top of you. hugging so hard it hurts a little. cramped hiding spots. letting out air underwater to sink to the bottom of the pool. walls pressing in on you. not moving from a position even though you’re cramping a little. dragging the last second before you have to inhale. lonely subways. feeling like one with the earth. a layer of dirt on you. looking for something below. cardboard boxes & tiny pillow forts. hands calloused from digging. knowing that your purpose is just below the surface. entering your final resting place before it kills you. a storm drowning you out. dust & sand speaking to you.

ii. THE CORRUPTION. insects. a close imitation of the natural course of life. an illness in a community. a rag that dirties more than it cleans. an untreated wound. containment. breaching containment. unbreathable air. fungi. one with that you love. one with what loves you. a corpse unfit for a glass case. hearing a song in the sound of tiny wings & legs. honeycomb patterns. an ecosystem within a person. a curse passed on. the hubris of a scientist. an ugly death where a glorious one is owed. blood on a handkerchief. parasites. something pushing up the sewer. a mask to keep something out. trypophobia. knowing you belong. death weeks after impact. fever. food that’s gone off. pandora’s box. death behind a glass.

iii. THE DARK. shadows. lights that turn off by themselves. the feel of cold marble. a beaked creature in the night. the difference between seeing darkness & seeing nothing. touch of something you can’t see. hiding under a blanket. white, clouded eyes. months without going outside during sunlight. pouring dark. unscrewing lightbulbs. black matter. light sensitivity. a starless night. time before light was created. a shadow on the wall without a body to attach to. withering plants. a world without a sun. footfalls in an empty house in the night. a light that doesn’t reach as far as it should. desperate reach for a flashlight. clothes that hide your shape. staying unperceivable. winter months in the north. an empty church.

iv. THE DESOLATION. senseless pain. warmth of faith. wax where skin should be. a blazing fire. heat without a source. the third or fourth tragedy in the family. losing everything you’ve ever held dear. so much to live for, gone so soon. the smell of gasoline. touch that scars. coffee cup that never goes cold. scorch marks on wood. inescapably warm air. a child born in fire. death of a loved one. a candle without a flame. an altar in the middle of the woods. animals with burnt fur. plastic explosives. burning hot metal. sweating in an interrogation room. never touching a loved one. disfigurement. kiss that ruins you. the scent of burning fat. a tattoo that terrifies its viewer. the agony of hellfire displayed as art. auburn hair. little clothing in cold weather. a ripple in the air. trying to cool down in vain.

v. THE FLESH. body horror. factories. a hunger for something more filling. never quite happy with how you look. the terror of an animal waiting for slaughter. a very good meal. the liquid of a perfect steak. fighting your worst survival instincts. a twisted bone. long nights working out. more than one heart. appearance that shapes like clay. a bag of bones. bone broth in a pot. knowing to fear pigs. the butcher’s shop. plastic surgery. something alien inside your body. a hunger in the gaze laid upon you. unwitting cannibalism. forgetting what you used to look like. being admired for your appearance & appearance only. teeth marks on skin. scars from wounds that should’ve killed you. cooking in scarcity. fenced in with one way to go.

vi. THE END. the last page of a book. nightmares that don’t feel like nightmares. a skeletal hand. the grip of the grim reaper around your throat. existential pain. ivory dice. flatlining in a hospital. gambling with death. as old as the universe. soul & spirit tied to an object. a dream where you die. closing your eyes for the last time. the pleas of a dying one. knowing the fate of someone you know & being unable to prevent it. a thousand cords tugging you towards your end. skin that’s freezing to the touch. an act of desperation. someone’s life for yours. an eternity spent alive. the cost of your selfishness. watching your own burial. causing your own burial. the smell of death. numbness to fear. words from someone gone. meaninglessness of the actions or lives of single people in the universe. multiple near-death experiences you refuse to die from.

vii. THE EYE. googling something you shouldn’t have. eureka moments. the unforgiving lens of a camera. witness reports. hidden libraries. eyes of different colors. feeling of being watched. a death recorded in tape. a tragedy you can’t look away from. endangering yourself for knowledge. truth. analog records. a symbol of an eye. a watch tower. compulsion to document. turning on recording devices without thinking about it. saving the evidence before the person. extracting information. truth or dare, without the dare. a thirst for knowledge. books that speak to you. coordinated shelves. cataloguing systems. voyeurism. police report you can’t put down. reasoning your way out. smell of old papers. books that read you back.

viii. THE HUNT. sharp canines. sore calves after a run. the scent of blood. an adventure for the journey’s sake. the adrenaline right before the kill. a whistle’s echo. the woods. the doe eyes of a prey animal. your own breath in the air. sharpened claws. being tracked. fear of someone knowing your every movement. hunting down monsters. hide & seek. running away only to end up where you started. staying alive purely because the enemy enjoys seeing you run. a set of footsteps behind you. blood dripping from bare hands. barks & growls. focused eyes. a victim going limp under your hands. a mouth full of fresh blood. catching the scent of something monstrous. perfecting your craft. peering into the dark & running after it.

ix. THE LONELY. an apartment too small for a double bed. completely vacant streets. waking up to see everyone gone. fog. point nemo. a house too big to hear your family members in. alone in a faceless crowd. a mask with nothing behind it. separated cubicles. a deafening silence where joy should be. a blinding spotlight. the least missed in your friend group. streets without lights in the windows. isolation. not truly knowing your friends. your friends not truly knowing you. need for silence. fear of crowds. staring into space knowing nothing is looking back at you. a ship alone at sea. depression. knowing your friends are better off without you. talking to someone only to realise they’re gone. a family too large to notice you there. safety in being alone.

x. THE SLAUGHTER a game of tag. senseless violence. a true crime hobby. improvised weapons. blinding rage. intent to kill. a horrific day in a quiet community. a medal of bravery. holding on to what validates your anger. history books that spare no details. an injury you want revenge for. war. counting kills. songs of soldiers. a knifeblock on the counter. a pool of blood. shellshock. unspeakable horrors. anger pushing you forward. unimaginable pain. not seeing who will hurt you but knowing the pain is coming. a fully human monster. an authority sending its lessers to their deaths. kill or be killed. unedited wartime memoirs. a weapons collection. not knowing the names of who you kill. too many to remember. loss of hope. there’s no heroes in war.

xi. THE SPIRAL sleep deprivation. corridors you can get lost in. maze puzzles that loop back on themselves. losing possessions. losing people. losing your sanity. corkscew curls. rows of funhouse mirrors. optical illusions. a separate reality. walking through the wrong door. delusions. not knowing what your hands are doing. blank spaces in documents. hallucinations. wrong proportions. a nameless thing. a place that has never existed. doubting your own mind. blind faith. losing track of names, labels, categories. distorted sound. an imperfection in a glass that twists the view. loss of time. a garish colour. doors that open to nowhere. lies. an unnatural laugh. jokes & tricks. illusions. a doorway. a sculptor with a wild imagination. limbs in impossible angles. doing what’s fun, not what’s sensible. fractals you can get lost in.

xii. THE STRANGER wax figures. a close approximation of a human face. a borrowed appearance. a strange smell. glass eyes. furs & pelts. a dance. a song of a choir. the uncanny valley. stitching yourself together. the colours of a circus. a puppet with no strings. mannequins. glitter & sequin. a stranger you’ve always known. someone strange in the place of someone you knew. stolen identities. stolen skins. a machine imitating humanity. the anonymity of a service worker. hiding in plain sight. uncomfortable to look at. a faked accent. concealing. forgetting who you are. forgetting who others are. a replacement no one notices. images that look posed. the only one seeing the false face of someone.

xiii. THE VAST. open spaces. carnival rides going up & down. fear of heights. endless infinity around you. your insignificance in an universe. stomach turning at a drop. fear of not the crash down but the moment you slip. the sway of a cable car. an adventure holiday. losing track of where the surface is. miles & miles of nothing around you. staring at the sky & feeling like you may fall into it. loss of control. a fall that doesn’t end in death. glass floor to the view below. terminal velocity. the sound of wind in your ears. a reach over the railing. a jump from the top of the building. falling into nothing. feeling your feet let go of the ground. a leap of faith. motion sickness.

xiv. THE WEB. undecipherable code. a puppeteer holding the strings. power over the weak—willed. strings of fate. manipulation. an arranged accident. a hundred minions doing your bidding. cobwebs. spiders. a laid trap. never voicing discomfort. outwitting a cheater. doing things without realising it. red string across a corkboard. finding something lost where you were sure you checked. power over the unrealiability of chance. watching others dance for you. an entangled death. a thousand tiny legs & fangs. shady forum threads. something important gone missing. suspiciously disregarded case. a missing witness. connections. the world wide web. power of victimhood. gullibility. no control over your own decisions. an invisible leash. mass psychology. a horror film in the making. scapegoat. never remembering to ask for a name.

+ THE EXTINCTION. the end of an era. apocalypse movies. the alarms of warning systems. a desolate landscape. end of the world cults. nihilism. the last written history. a changed world. no survivours. old prophecies. a thousand predicted ends. a new chapter. an end with no escape. catastrophes. a calendar counting down. breaking point. overindulgence.

#i tried to do a mix of morgan's canon life and pre-canon life - and then a few of her more regular aus for the 'situational' occurences #she honestly got the most 'definitely''s for Slaughter but that's mostly because of what others do in the reaping tbh #and she got one more 'never' in Slaughter than she did in The Hunt #so I would say overall she got the Hunt #i didn't actually know that much about the magnus archives and all the entities before this so i didn't know all the options #but i'd say the Hunt suits her frankly #between her 'lust' for life and adrenaline junkie nature - she is a bit of a hunter at heart #couple that with a love of nature and predators and a bit of dabbling in actual hunting herself #and the general nature of what happens during the Reaping #the Hunt probably is the one that typifies her life the most #with some dabblings in the Slaughter (due to her experiences in the reaping) and the Vast #with honourable mentions I think to the Extinction (also due to the reaping) the Eye and the Web #aesthetic games #bold your aesthetic #tag your aesthetic #spooky month 2023 #horror #blood tw #gore imagery #the magnus archives #the entities #tag games

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slashersgostabbystabstab · 9 months

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For Wraith x reader. If you'd like pre entity maybe first dates and if you'd prefer after entity perhaps domestic life. I thought either way, something sweet uwu

Sooo...I may have misread the ask...I have to admit I read things the other way around lol. What I have provided is a fic of Pre-Entity Philip living a domestic life with his partner, just a sweet moment. I'll make sure to write some more Philip with the actual prompt ^^ I hope this is good enough!

Warmth

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Before you’re able to pry your eyes open, your body registers a warmth.

A comforting warmth that bathes the entirety of your bare back and the exposed parts of your arms. Below your torso is a heat, equally as soothing but…still a bit much.

You finally open those tired eyes of yours, stuck in a moment of bliss as a cloud of both wakefulness and dream fogs your mind. You scrunch up your nose at the bright sunlight that hits your groggy features after you turn your face to the open curtains. The Virginia sun sure was intense today, but even then, you feel a solace that prompts a smile to form on your lips.

Despite the humidity that you could now feel throughout the bedroom, you remained under the sheets that caused your bottom half to heat up.You thought about giving yourself just five more minutes. Or perhaps ten. If not twenty.

Well, those were your thoughts until the moment a scent filled your nostrils. Even the scent managed to feel…warm, but you knew it was the stove it came from that made it seem that way.

A groan sounded deep within your throat as you turned your head to bury your face into your pillow. Clearly, sleep would be no more, for your heart and mind had other ideas. After such a scent hit you, you knew where you had to be.

And so, you gingerly uncovered yourself and moved your blanket to the side, allowing the open window’s fresh air to hit your skin. You couldn’t help but give a deep, long sigh, stretching your arms out after sitting on the edge of the bed.

Your feet found your worn out slippers: once money wasn’t so tight, you’d make sure to buy a new pair for you, and for him.

Yes, him, the very man who’s actions unintentionally managed to pull you out and away from sweet slumber. The very man who you now watched in the kitchen after having dressed yourself a bit more. The very man who always woke up early to cook you something while you continued to sleep after an enjoyable evening.

A soft smile came upon your features as your eyes followed his every move, hearing as quiet music played in the room. Your eyes watched his tall form stand before the hot stove, beads of sweat apparent on the back of his neck. Even in this heat, he felt the need to stand over the stove’s scorching fire and prepare a meal. With what he told you about his history with fire, there was no doubt you could consider yourself lucky.

“Good morning Philip.” you called out to him not wanting to startle the male who turned to you in an instant. Usually, he’d catch onto you watching him, but he may have been too entranced on breakfast this once.

“Good morning,” he replied, evidently much more awake than you were. “I did not want to wake you.”

“Thanks, but whatever you’re making didn’t guarantee that.”

Philip could only smile in response, quickly averting his gaze and turning his body to look back at the stove. An excuse to shy away from the slight flattery,

“What are you even making?” you playfully made your way over to Philip, poking your head from behind him to look at his pan. This was when you took notice of the bowl and plate set on the counter beside the stove. Ah, that’s what it was.

“Pancakes.” Philip’s accent sounded, making you smile once more before you pressed your face against his back. “I thought you would like.”

“Well, you were right.” you mumbled as you brought your arms up, snaking them around his body to wrap yourself around his thin waist. “They already smell so delicious.”

“Good.” he replied, his body overcome with a fluttering feeling at your touch. It was impossible for him to hide his smile as he resumed his cooking, turning his head enough to see you poke your head out again. In that moment, he ever so skillfully flipped the flapjack he currently worked on.

“Impressive.”

Philip beamed with pride at the comment: boy did he love looking cool in front of you.

You returned your face to his back, this time pressing an ear against him as your other listened to the music that played. Slowly shutting your eyes, you squeezed Philip’s waist just a bit tighter before humming along to the tune.You even began swaying your body, making Phiilp’s move with yours.

This immediately prompted him to finish the pancake on his pan, and the stove was turned off right then and there. Thankfully, this made the heat lessen.

You felt him shift in your hold, so you released him for just a se4cond. A second he took to turn in place, now facing you completely so that he could wrap his arms around you. And as you both swayed to the music, he leaned his head down to meet with your forehead.

“I love this song.” you whispered.

“And I love you.” Philip breathed out, shutting his eyes with a flustered scrunch of his nose. Even after all this time of you dating him, his own bold actions still brought out the shy Philip Ojomo you had first met.

You once again buried yourself into him, this time into his chest that proved to be hot to the touch. In turn, Philip hugged you closely before hiding his face in your neck. Neither of you enjoyed the heat, but this embrace was something not even that could ruin.

“Are you working late today?” “Mmhm.”

“Have you made lunch?”

Philip shook his head against you, eliciting a pull away from you so that you could look him in the eye.

“Don’t tell me you’re gonna get something from work.” you raised an eyebrow, receiving a sheepish smile from the man. “Philip, that food is disgusting.”

“The salad is okay.”

“Yeah, but it’s not fresh. Let alone refrigerated properly.” you gave a slight huff, soon pressing your forehead against his chest. “You know, if you would already ask me to move in with you I wouldn’t have to worry about you eating enough.”

And although the humidity remained, Philip’s body froze at your words. Perhaps that may have been a little too forward. It already took a while for Philip to open up to you, let alone be invited to his place. And spend the night. Yes, there was also the somewhat naive part of him, but…oof.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn't have-”

“You’re right.”

Now it was your turn to be taken aback.

You lifted your gaze up to his face, both pairs of eyes meeting each other.

“And…you make tasty lunch.” Philip continued as he looked down at you, eventually turning his eyes away. “It…it would be easier to hold you…and you would not have to leave anymore.”

“Yeah…”

Feeling bashful yourself, you took a moment to look away from Philip. But knowing him, somebody had to break the silence.

“Would you-” “I should-”

Spoke at the same time, that wasn’t anything new. And neither were the grins you gave each other at that moment.

“Maybe…we should eat the pancakes before they get any colder.”

Philip nodded at the suggestion, both of you finally letting go of the other before you began to set up the plates.

“And…” you began, grabbing Philip’s attention as he brought over the rest of the items. “What do you want for lunch?”

“Anything is okay.”

“Alright.” you nodded, soon taking a seat at the table before Philip followed suit. “I’ll make sure to take a trip to your work later. Then I’ll…focus on dinner. That is if you want me to come over again.”

“No.”

“N-No?”

“I mean…I can make dinner,” the man cleared his throat.”I would love the company.”

“Well, I can just wait until you’re out, and we can make it together.”

“I like that.”

“Good.”

Philip spoke the word to himself; it was almost as if he was trying to teach himself how to speak again. But any word he spoke, it ached. Burned. Toasted his throat that felt inflamed with every breath.

“Good.” he repeated, wincing at the strain in his throat. He shut his eyes, almost in an attempt to soothe himself.

Philip inhaled before a raspy breath sounded, and when he exhaled, a similar sound is what escaped him. All he could do was growl, opening his eyes as he scanned his surroundings.

He had been standing in the dump that was Azarov’s scrap yard, specifically the main office where…everything took place. What he had been doing there in the first place, his mind had already erased that. That happened a lot here unfortunately.

He wasn’t sure how he brought himself to this specific room, perhaps he had just been…wandering around. There wasn’t much else he could do in this dilapidated land. Nothing but…study everything in detail, if one’s boredom really took its toll.

Philip’s eyes inspected the wall he had been standing in front of,now fixated on the exact item that had sent him into a daze. Before him was a cube shaped locker, its door labeled with a sticker that read P. Ojomo. But inside the locker was a miniature hook, and hanging on said hook was a ring of keys.

Anybody who came across it would pay no mind to it, and Philip was grateful for that.

His towering figure reached out to the ring, taking it out and lifting it up to his face to properly examine it. He remembered.

His car key.

The shop’s key.

The gas station’s kay.

His house key.

And…an extra one. A repeat. An identical one to his house key. Shining and brand new, unlike all the others that were practically rusting and damaged.

Philip could only blink at the key, eventually shutting his eyes at the memory of his old home. He couldn’t bring himself to pry his exhausted eyes open, not wanting to awaken in the coldness of this new world he inhabited.

#dbd #dbd x reader #dbd wraith #dbd philip ojomo #wraith x reader #philip ojomo x reader #pre entity wraith #trying to get back into writing #literally wrote this as i played wraith matches haha #please enjoy #feel free to send requests

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Danny Johnson x Male Reader

It’s the idea I came up with from this post. :)

Tw: Violence, blood, reader is stabbed, Danny being Danny.

Working closely with someone you’re interested in was a new and difficult situation. Jed Olsen was a weird dude but the good kind of weird. Whatever it was the charm he had was working wonders on you. He made the days at the gazette a little more interesting.

“So what do you think?” The sudden question broke your inner thoughts. Jed would always insist that you proofread his articles for him. You were always good at catching spelling errors for him. You shake your head and give him a sweet smile.

“It’s perfect I didn’t catch anything.” He smiled at your words. You felt a weird sense of pride about that. Maybe it’s because you’re the one that made him smile. “Is staring really necessary L/N?” Shit he caught you staring that’s embarrassing.

“Oh sorry you’re just very nice to look at.” It didn’t really hit you that you had said that. He laughs and leans in getting a bit closer. “You can take a picture you know?” His tone was very cocky but still light hearted. You leaned back in your chair wanting to be anywhere but here.

“Well I didn’t want to be rude besides you’re better to look at in person.” You were screaming internally but kept a calm demeanor. “You’ve got guts I’ll give you that. Maybe I’ll see you off work hours.” The wink he shot you sealed the deal. All you could feel was pure and utter bliss.

The day ended sooner then you expected but you had high hopes. You did live on the same street after all and it wasn’t uncommon for Jed to come over. Getting home felt faster then usual maybe it’s the excitement.

Walking inside you soon realized that your small house was a total mess. You need to clean this before anyone comes over. Throwing away empty boxes and random plastic bags was a good start. The house was a bit stuffy so you opened the widow in the kitchen a bit.

It was about 8pm when you finished cleaning the house and you were tired. You walked into your bedroom it was the one part of the house you didn’t clean. No one is really allowed in your room anyway unless it was for something important. Either way you laid down and hugged the blanket falling asleep quickly.

It seems you forgot to close the widow and someone else had noticed it. Danny had you murder planned out for weeks going over every little detail. You weren’t his usual type of victim but you were the perfect man to make the police bug off Jed’s trail. Now seemed like the perfect time and you had made things easier for him.

He slipped in easily hoping down from the counter with a small thud. He knew the ins and outs of your house very well. He crept over to your bedroom and opening the door slowly. There you were sound asleep you looked cute like that. A wicked smile graced his lips he certainly was going to enjoy this.

He walked quietly as to not wake you. With his knife firmly in his hand he used the other to push your head down into the pillow. Immediately you woke up and started to panic but Danny pushed his weight on to you.

You cried out feeling the knife stab into you repeatedly. You couldn’t scream and you could barely breath when suddenly he got up off of you. You could here pictures being taken before whoever attacked you left. Forcing yourself to stay in place until you could start moving was torture.

Tumbling out of bed you started to crawl your way to the phone. You made it to the kitchen and forced yourself to stand in spite of the agonizing pain. You could feel yourself bleeding out while waiting for an ambulance and the blood trail you left wasn’t helping. Starting to black out the last thing you heard were sirens.

Danny had just finished getting dressed after a lovely shower. He knew he would have a hell of a day at work tomorrow. The thought of everyone mourning the beloved sweet boy of the gazette just fueled him. All those thoughts were quickly shattered by sirens approaching. He looked out the window and saw other people doing the same.

His heart sank seeing the ambulance pull in. Hoping into action he walked outside and ran over obviously the police that were on scene stopped him. “Please that’s my friend! I need to see him!” Jed’s voice was desperate and full of worry.

One of the cops were surprisingly kind enough to drive him to the hospital. When he did get there he was told to wait for you to come out of surgery. Eight hours had passed and Jed was fast asleep in the waiting room. He was only distributed by a nurse shaking him awake. “Sir he’s ready to see you now.”

Jed smiled and thanked the nurse before heading to your room. He sucked in a breath and walked into the room. “Jed! I’m so glad your here.” Your voice was still sweat and warm. The smile you gave him almost made him feel guilty.

“Thank god you’re okay! I don’t know what I would do if you…” he trailed off avoiding eye contact. You placed your hand on top of his rubbing it gently. “I’m sorry I worried you but on the bright side I’m going to make a full recovery.” The smile you gave light to the room.

All he could do was smile and laugh at you. Maybe you living could benefit him.

#dbd #dead by daylight #dbd killer #dbd x male reader #killer x survivor #danny jed olsen johnson #danny johnson #jed olson #danny johnson x male reader #dbd ghostface #this is pre entity btw #if I do a part two the reader will be in danny’s house #for the spicy drama of it

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