spooky writing

  • Sometimes writing is like: The forest arched high an impassable over her head, thickets thatched tightly together as if to keep her out. Even the trees seemed more foreboding, hollowed and bare, wind whistling ominously through their empty branches like a long-forgotten song.
  • And sometimes it's like: The forest was filled with trees. It also had bushes. Ugly bushes. it was spooky.
les mis gothic (amis edition)
  • the friends of the abc meet every week in the back room of the musain. sometimes you invite friends to the meetings. they never pass the initiation, and you never see them again. your chairs are made from bones.
  • enjolras is beautiful like a marble statue and an angel, and you cannot take your eyes off him. you cannot stop listening to the words that fall from his lips. you want to be close enough to touch him. you cannot stop looking, and your vision blurs into nothing. you cannot stop listening, and his voice joins together to form endless ringing. your hands blister when you go to touch him. you are not the first.
  • bahorel says he is not training to be a lawyer, but blondeau always calls out his name, and he is never crossed off. you try to ask him where he has been, but he dismisses you. nobody else knows where he goes. you try to follow him one day, but you find suddenly you are trailing nothingness.
  • bossuet goes by many names. every time you memorize one, others switch to calling him by a new pseudonym. one night, a young man leans over and whispers his real name in your ear. they find him in the seine the next evening. you guard the secret closely. nobody else must ever know. he is too powerful.
  • the others tell you that feuilly is a fan maker, and that they respect him as a worker. they tell you he creates pieces of savage and terrible beauty. you catch his eye across the back room. his hands are always smeared with paint. the paint is always red. you hope it is just paint.
  • “i’m ill’, says joly, and you nod in understanding. joly always thinks he is ill. his hair falls out. his mouth pours blood when he speaks. he drags his feet and his body rots before your eyes. joly always thinks he is ill.
  • jehan prouvaire plays his flute, and you stop to listen for a moment. the music is ethereally beautiful. it permeates your soul. you go home, and you sleep for three days straight. when you wake up, you can still hear it.
  • courfeyrac romances anything that moves. he moves on from the women and onto the men and then, slowly but surely, into the eldritch horrors that follow us all.
  • grantaire follows enjolras like a shadow, reeking of drink and burnt out candles. everyone interacts with grantaire except enjolras, who never seems to notice. even you have been drawn into one of grantaire’s long-winded speeches, full of classical allusions. enjolras asks you who you are speaking to, and you realize he has never seen him. grantaire puts a finger to his lips.
  • you see combeferre reading books on geology, and later on you hear that he has broken open a pebble to inspect it more thoroughly and personally. you see him reading a book on human biology one night. he looks up and meets your eyes. you are suddenly afraid.
About vampires

Okay so I’ve collected this from numerous Tumblr posts and personal research, here goes!

Vampires and blood

  • Blood in dead bodies (with no open wounds) after several days will start decomposing, therefore vampires can last perhaps a month before needing more blood? Several is a pretty broad number. Maybe vampires who have lived longer can last longer without it. Just my guess, really.
  • Coconut water can be used as a blood substitute, therefore, vegan vampires can exist.
  • Vampires need blood because it has Vitamin D, a nutrient you get from the Sun
  • Vitamin D maintains your bones and keeps them from getting disease–perhaps this is why old vampires who haven’t gotten as much blood recently look so bony and fragile?
  • Vampires can survive off of any kind of blood
  • Vampires need blood to stay young

Vampire Powers

  • More powerful vampires can control the weather, beasts, transform into many different animals, even have really cool dramatic entrances (see Dracula)
  • Vampires can fit through really tight spaces (Dracula)
  • Vampires can only enter a house when welcomed
  • Vampires can hypnotize people (another Dracula thing)

Vampire Habitats

Vampires are dead, therefore they can live underwater, in really bad conditions, and even in space.

Vampire Weaknesses

  • Silver
  • Garlic
  • Crosses
  • Stakes through the chest/heart
  • Sunlight (must hide in coffin during the day, apparently)
  • Decapitation

Vampire Appearance

  • Red eyes
  • Pale skin
  • Really cold, unless full of fresh blood I’m guessing
  • Long spindly fingers
  • Long nails
  • Noticeable fangs sticking out of mouth (once again, Dracula)
  • Young if they have had a lot of blood recently
  • Aged without blood

That’s all for now. Let me know if I should include something else!

The Red Man

“Are you afraid of shadows?”
“Sometimes. I think some of them are nice.”
“There’s one that seems nice, but isn’t.” … “What color do you think shadows are?”
“Black, or sometimes grey. Aren’t all shadows?”
“No. Not all of them. Have you ever seen the Red Man?” The name held a certain weight to it, like it was important, possibly deadly
“No I don’t think so.”
“Of course you haven’t. If you had, we wouldn’t be talking now. You wouldn’t be here.”
The room was silent other than the two of them talking. Eerily silent. No white noise, nothing but their voices.
“The Red Man is a bad man. He pretends to be your friend, and takes you away. He lures you in with what you want most in life, what you love, who you care about, anything. He uses you. He says he cares but he doesn’t.”
“What does he look like?”
“Nobody who has gotten close has been able to tell the tale. He always disposes of his victims properly after they’ve been used. But people say he’s just a shadow. A red shadow in the shape of a man. Always a bit fuzzy when you look at it.”
The room was completely silent. Nobody talked for a while.
“If he looks at you, you’re gone. No matter what you do, he always knows. Always knows how to take you away.”

“Why does he do this? Maybe he just wants friends.”
“No. If he wanted friends he would keep the people he’s taken. Instead they become shadows themselves, practically forgotten.”
“Sometimes you can hear them. They’re awake, and they cry out for help. They’re alive. They try to make it right, but they can’t. It’s too late.”
“Why are you telling me this? Is the red man real?”
“Maybe he is. You wanted to hear a scary story tonight didn’t you?”
“I guess.” They are silent. The room is still eerily quiet. Suddenly, a rustling is heard outside. The listener got up and looked outside. It was pitch black, a complete void.
“What is it?”
“I don’t know, I can’t see anything.” … “wait, I think I see something.”
There was a glowing scribble of circles, like an eye. And in the middle of the eye, was a fuzzy red figure.
“The Red Man isn’t real right?”
“Of course not dear, it’s just a story.”

The Red Man got closer.
And closer
I found you.

(It’s not exactly a fairy tale like I said it would be but here ya go @markired)

Don’t Look Outside

I was an only child and my mom was on her own, so sometimes it was hard to get by. At first, when we got settled into our new home, I adored my bedroom. I thought it would be my favourite room in the house, but that changed very quickly.

In my room, there was a somewhat large window directly across from where my bed was. I could see clearly into the backyard and I didn’t really mind. The first time something happened it was probably around 8 PM, about a month after we got to the house. I figured it was just our neighbours kids trying to mess with me, which made me disregard the whole situation. It kept happening though. It sounded like rocks were being thrown at my window. A couple nights went by before I heard anything else happening outside. I was sketching at my computer desk, and the sounds were getting louder. My desk was a couple steps away from my window, so I could hear everything. It sounded like someone was roaming the backyard; I could hear footsteps and giggling. I was scared, I thought someone might be back there trying to get into our home. I ran into my mom’s room and told her exactly what I heard.

“I swear that’s what I heard!”

“Kass, I’m sure it was nothing, It was probably coming from the neighbours or someone walking past the house.”

“Why can’t you just believe me?”

“Listen, I’m exhausted and stressed… I don’t need this right now.”

“Whatever Mom,” I walked back to my room.

I sat on my bed and just stared out the window, wondering what was out there, if it was still there. I was almost too afraid to sleep. I laid down and kept staring out the window. My vision was getting blurry but I didn’t want to take my eyes off the backyard in case I saw something that would explain what I was hearing. I eventually fell asleep, and woke up early, still facing the window. My morning was off, I was still thinking about last night. What if someone was trying to get in? What if they were planning on hurting me and my mom? There had to have been a reason that they were out there.

I was home alone for most of the day. I spent my time watching movies and reading. I was happy when my mom eventually got home from work though, because my thoughts were making me tense.

It was 8 PM. Again, I was sitting at my desk. Before I knew it I heard footsteps and laughing; the laugh I was hearing wasn’t normal, it sounded evil. I stopped what I was doing and froze in my chair. I listened. The laughing got louder. I didn’t understand how my mom couldn’t hear it because of how loud it was, and I didn’t want to bug her again because I knew she wouldn’t believe me. After a minute of listening intently, I got the courage to get up and look out the window. What I saw was nothing I had ever seen before. It wasn’t human, and it was staring right at me. I was too terrified to look away so I just kept watching it. It had this grim smile on its face, and long lanky arms; It was tall and very disproportionate. I could see the evil in it. It wouldn’t move, all it was doing was standing there smiling, looking right into me. My body felt engulfed by its dark, horrendous eyes. It began to walk slowly towards the window. The laughing, and the permanent smile stretched across its face was making my stomach churn. I didn’t know what to do, I still couldn’t move. He began walking slightly faster. I was paralyzed. Then a little faster. I was panicking. And then even faster. Before I knew it, it was right outside my window and it’s laugh echoed through my body. I finally got control of myself and moved out of sight. I was having trouble breathing. I had no idea what I just saw but I know it saw me. After I caught my breath, I heard tapping. It was coming from the window. I put my hands over my mouth and sat at my desk; I didn’t want to make a sound and I didn’t want it to see me again. It began to call my name. The way it said my name though, was inhuman. It was demonic. I couldn’t bring myself to move. I was stuck here until it went away.

“Kassandra! What are you doing?”

I jolted awake.

“Wha… What?”

“You fell asleep at your desk? That’s unhealthy.”

“Oh, um, yeah I guess.”

Tsk tsk, you worry me sometimes.”

Mom left my room and I instantly remembered what happened the night before. I got shivers and looked over at the window. I got a bed sheet and hung it up so I didn’t have to see into the yard.

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Two Sentence Horror Stories

“I begin tucking him into bed and he tells me, “Daddy check for monsters under my bed.” I look underneath for his amusement and see him, another him, under the bed, staring back at me quivering and whispering, “Daddy there’s somebody on my bed.”

“I can’t move, breathe, speak or hear and it’s so dark all the time. If I knew it would be this lonely, I would have been cremated instead.”

“Don’t be scared of the monsters, just look for them. Look to your left, to your right, under your bed, behind your dresser, in your closet but never look up, she hates being seen.”

“I woke up to hear knocking on glass. At first, I though it was the window until I heard it come from the mirror again.”

“She wondered why she was casting two shadows. After all, there was only a single light bulb.”

“There was a picture in my phone of me sleeping. I live alone.”

“I just saw my reflection blink.”

“Working the night shift alone tonight. There is a face in the cellar staring at the security camera.”

“After working a hard day I came home to see my girlfriend cradling our child. I didn’t know which was more frightening, seeing my dead girlfriend and stillborn child, or knowing that someone broke into my apartment to place them there.”

“The longer I wore it the more it grew on me. She had such pretty skin.”

The one below is written by myself.

“I went downstairs to get a snack late last night. My dog’s tail always thuds the couch in sleepy excitement, but I took her to the overnight vet a few hours ago.”

- The cracks on the ceiling every night creep longer, stretching for the farthest corner of the room, like the claws of the old trees tapping against the windows of your room.

- You swear you leave your candle on the bookshelf each night, but when morning breaks it sits on your windowsill, next to the corpse of a minuscule fly.

- No matter what you do, your feet are always ice-cold when you sleep. 

- Strange skitters run along the insides of the walls, like the pattering feet of a city of rodents. The teeth marks on your candle look human, though.

- Out of the corner of your eye you spy a white glow from the skylight on your right, but every time you look you see only the dim outlines of the trees.

- Something taps from the inside of the boiler whenever you turn on the heat. It stops whenever you try to listen closely.

- At precisely 3:26am, something howls outside your window. You don’t have a dog. Neither do your neighbors.

- Tonight, your door creaks open. Footsteps scuttle out of your closed closet door. Your breath freezes in the air as they near you and stop at the foot of your bed.

bedroom haunting | a.c.

memory fruit

If you ever find the emerald seed of a memory fruit, you must be careful. Whatever is on your mind if you plant the seed will determine the resulting tree. If you think of true love, the eventual fruit will be ember red and wine sweet, if you think of something you lost long ago, the fruit will be dawn pink and ice dry. Sad memories always leave fruit that are dark and beautifully sour. Everyone who eats the fruit will share the same memory you gave the seed, be deliberate in what you let them know. The tree will live exactly 100 years longer than you, until it disintegrates and leaves an emerald seed, ready for some new planter to begin the cycle anew.

IH: why are you like this?

Me an Ichiruki:

The App That Will Change The Way You Think, Forever!

Best Friends Forever is a mobile app that will always be there for you when you’re feeling alone. This application is able to listen and respond to every message you send to the virtual avatar that we have created for you. You can choose a male or female friend, but each avatar responds in the same manner. This app learns from you, and gives you the most appropriate response based on your text conversations, and other apps and websites that you have interacted with on your device. This app is like no other. We proudly present it to the public and hope that everyone enjoys using it as much as we did making it.

“Hey! Did you get that new app everyone is talking about?”

“No way man, too sketchy for me.”

“It’s actually pretty cool. I can talk to it all I want about literally anything and it’ll give me the perfect response.”

“Yeah, I don’t know, I don’t think it’s for me…”

“It’s for everyone though! That’s the point! Anyone can use it and have a fun time.”

“Fine, I’ll try it.”

“What is that?”

“Oh it’s this new app that was just released.”

“What does it do?”

“Well, you can talk to this virtual character and they respond to whatever you say, like you’re texting a real person or something.”

“Sounds kinda weird.”

“I guess so, but I like it.”

“I heard that new virtual friend app is a little intense.”

“I have it, and so far it’s been awesome. I can talk to the avatar about everything and it’ll respond as if they know me and we’ve been friends forever.”

“Isn’t that strange though? Like, doesn’t that creep you out?”

“It’s just an app - it’s fun, and if I’m ever in need of a friend I can just vent without judgment.”

“I guess I can see the appeal, maybe I’ll check it out.”

Case File #1471

Not that long after the release of the highly anticipated mobile application called Best Friends Forever there was a frightening amount of reports made relating to the app. We have reason to believe that this app was created to start some sort of mass epidemic.

We have provided a list of some of the reports made during the time of the release:

  • Insanity - Many people who were participating in the use of this application on a daily basis were diagnosed as clinically insane after using it for only a couple of weeks. Some cases were more extreme than others, and ended with permanent stays in mental institutions. If you try to speak to any of these patients you will get nothing in response. They are all heavily sedated in order to prevent them from listening to the voices they claimed to be inside their heads. A nurse who was on duty at one of the institutions did say that one of the patients briefly mentioned something about needing their cell phone in order to talk to their “best friend.”
  • Self harm - In some cases, people in contact with the app were said to have been inflicting pain on themselves. There were reports of teens cutting themselves, burning themselves, and even breaking their own fingers, with no sign of pain or discomfort. When they were confronted about the incidents they would say, “they made me do it,” over and over again. These people were inevitably sent to treatment centres. To this day they still won’t tell anyone who the “they” they were talking about is.
  • Violent behaviour - There were countless reports of people becoming overwhelmingly violent over a short period of time. It would start with fights at school, or with parents/siblings, and end with killing various wild animals or pets in their neighbourhood. Some people affected by this even killed their own pets. One case that stood out more than the others was with a teenage girl, who woke up one morning and decided to kill her father and younger brother while they were still asleep. She admitted to the deaths as soon as the police showed up, and claimed that she was happy they were dead, and she would do it all over again if she could.
  • Paranoia - Witnesses made reports of people being severely paranoid. It was told that they would take apart landlines, light fixtures, dvd players, and even destroy their friends/family’s cell phones, but never touched their own. It was also claimed that these people would complain about being watched, and would never sleep. They drank energy drinks and took caffeine pills just to stay awake at night. One person in particular didn’t sleep for an entire month, which was previously thought to be impossible. This paranoia would sometimes lead to suicide attempts. If this was the case, once asked about the reason behind the attempts, every person would say the exact same thing. “I didn’t want them to find me.”
  • Suicide - There was an alarming amount of suicide reports made, more than we could keep up with. Some left notes behind, and some just did it without a single warning sign. It was claimed that these people ended their lives just over a month after they had downloaded Best Friends Forever onto their mobile device. In some of the notes left behind, the victims claimed that they had to do it or else “they” would hurt everyone the victim cared about. They also mentioned being forced to do it, and being tired of hearing voices constantly. Other notes were simple, and stated that there was no other choice. The people who didn’t leave anything behind before they did it were said to have been acting strange days before the incident. Some family members and friends didn’t suspect a thing and said the deaths were unexpected.
  • Unusual and unexpected deaths - Similar to some of the suicide reports, these were unexplained. Some cases we cannot make public. But, we have compiled a list of incidents that can be released. Such as:
    • Teens walking into oncoming traffic, seeming to be in a trance of some sort.
    • People going to the roofs of apartment buildings and jumping off, but beforehand witnesses stated the victims said something along the lines of, “I’m late, goodbye.”
    • A female got into a public swimming pool, removed a filter cover, and let her hair get caught in it, inevitably drowning. She was found with half of her scalp torn off.
    • People were found dead due to consuming an abnormal amount of alcohol and/or food. During autopsies it was stated that they swallowed copious amounts of food without chewing; their stomachs were close to combustion. Other victims died of alcohol poisoning due to various bottles of different types of drinks.
    • There was a case where a male had filled an entire bathtub with gasoline, got in it, and set himself on fire.
    • In another bathtub incident, someone had filled a tub with water, and plugged in every electrical device they owned beforehand. They got into the tub and were electrocuted to the point of non-recognition.
    • There were a dozen reports of teens standing in the middle of train tracks and getting mangled by oncoming trains. There was one case where three different kids stood in a line, about six feet apart from each other, and waited for a train to hit them. All three of them died on impact.
    • An adult woman died with both her legs, and her right arm cut off. She was found with a saw in her left hand.
    • Multiple deaths were caused by house fires, taking the victim’s families with them.
    • Other cases involved poisoning, self-inflicted gunshots, car accidents, jumping off of overpasses, etc. The rest of the incidents remain confidential, and will not be made known to the public by any means.

We can’t prove that the mobile application Best Friends Forever was directly linked to any of these reports, but we can confirm that every single one of the victims over the past couple of months did have the app on their mobile phone. An employee of ours attempted to use the app for investigation purposes, but was found dead in his home a week after installing it on his mobile device. We have been unable to get in contact with the creators. The company that released the app is called NARBI GASHWIN MEDIA, but the existence of this company has never been documented in any known registry or archive; there seems to be no trace of it whatsoever. We’ve tried to take the application down, but it still remains online for people to download. We want to inform the public of this recent epidemic in order to get people to refrain from installing the app, if they haven’t already. If you, or anyone you know, has this app on a mobile device, please contact your local authorities and get rid of the device immediately. We have been told that you cannot simply uninstall it from your cell phone, so destroying the entirety of the device is the only option as of right now.

This has been an official public service announcement about the incidents involving the use of the new mobile application called Best Friends Forever. We hope to see the end of this epidemic very soon. Thank you.

spookys-taco  asked:

Hi, I just saw one of your fics and I fell in love with it so here I am asking you to please write me 144 with jimon.

Oh My Gush!! Sugarplum this is so so so sweet, and I’m squealing all the emotions! I’d love to know which one of my FICs u saw first! That’s always fun💚😁💚 

I’m so sorry that this is a few weeks late, I read the prompt tonight, and just got so inspired…IDK if this is anything you wanted, but yeah…I wrote the arbitrary future family/kid FIC 😁 But if that’s not your thing, feel free to chew me out!

Hope you like it though!!💚💚💚

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“Hurry up, hurry up,” Simon bucks up his hips, sliding greedy hands under the waistband of Jace’s briefs.

“You ever wonder if the romance in our relationship is lost?” Jace snorts, nibbling on Simon’s collar bone, across his jaw and finally landing with a searing kiss onto his lips.

“Mmm,” Simon flips him over so that Jace’s writhing underneath him. “Dude we have four kids under five! No time for romance between frantic hand jobs.”

“Freya’ll be six next month,” Jace points out, peppering kisses all over Simon’s face.

“Fine, we’ll have a really romantical, slow bone session right after we clean up all the cake and ice-cream from her party. But right now, I can barely remember the last time our dicks touched.”

“Two weeks, nine days, and three hours ago.”

Simon leers, “Bro I don’t know whether to be flattered that you’re counting down the hours till we fuck, or be concerned the my man is obviously thinking about me every second of the day instead of focusing on  his actual, very dangerous job.”

“One,” Jace pulls Simon back underneath him—always having enjoyed the push and pull of their relationship, the way neither of them let the other have anything easy. Always poking and prodding and forcing each other to do better. To be better. “I’m your husband, not your dude, or bro or any of the other colorful nicknames you like to use, pretending your some douchey, snapback wearing frat kid getting drunk off his ass in some party.”

“Oh, like you wouldn’t have been that douche in another life…You know one vacant of demons and vampires and all that shit.”

“Two,” Jace continues as if Simon hadn’t even spoken, grinding down into him and reveling in the little, gasps of groans that he lets out at the contact. “We’re doing much more than fucking, don’t ya think?”

“Oo, ah ah yeah, yeah definitely,” Simon almost squeaks out. “But we’re not going to be doing anything if you don’t shut the hell up.”

“My have the tables turned.”

“Ass face,” Simon latches their lips together with a fervor that Jace feels in his bones—making his toes curl and his dick shoot up in excitement. “Hello my old friend,” Simon simpers before wrapping it with one of is large hands.

“It—huh—It hasn’t been that long.”

“Says the guy who’s been counting down the hours,” Simon gifs another savage tug—using some of Jace’s pre-cum to rub up and down his shaft. Jace swears he sees light while he’s frantically smacking down on their night table, in search of some proper lube. That is until…

A bloodcurdling  screech bursts through their baby monitor.

Jace collapses onto Simon’s shoulder in defeat.

“By the Angel!”  

“God fucking damn it!”

They freeze there for a moment more, Elijah’s cries growing ever louder.

“One of us must’ve been a mass murderer in past life and that’s why Karma’s being such a bitch,” Simon reasons, slowly pealing himself off of Jace and throwing on the nearest pair of boxers he could find. “I put my money on it being  you.”

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever you say vamp.”

“Touché, you want baby duty or going down stairs to make the bottle?”

“Fuck, we didn’t bring it up?”

“Ah no dude, we were—erm, otherwise compromised.” Jace suddenly remembers much of the same actions taking place last night, but rather than a fitful baby that haunted their plans, it was a very fear ridden Freya, who had watched a scary clip on Youtube with some school friends earlier that day. And then him and Simon had another argument over sending her to Mundy school and were angry at each other until this morning, when Jace agreed that he was acting a bit hot headed, and Simon offered to talk with her teacher—which then lead to heated kisses and the bright prospect of finally getting off.

A prospect which never came into fruition.

“Right, well I’ll grab Eli—he always likes your bottles more, for some reason.”

“What can I say,” Simon sniffs. “I have magical hands.”

Jace licks his lips on a swallow. “Don’t remind me.”

“Shhh baby, c’mon Eli, c’mon you’re okay,” Jace croons, rocking him into his arms. “You wanna hear a lullaby? Huh? Yeah kiddo?”

“Jace! Jace!” Simon clammers into the nursery, hair askew and shirt boxers slung low on his narrow hips. “”s broken! His bottle! ‘s broke!”

Half dazed from a serious lack of sleep, not enough coffee, and the worst tease of his fucking life, Jace plucks out the  aforementioned bottle right from Simon’s death grip.

“Ah Simon—You didn’t even screw on the nipple?” Jace points out, rattling it in his face.

“Is it bad if you saying the word nipple is really making my pants tight?” Simon ponders out loud,  biting into the nail of his thumb.

“Well considering your referring to the utensil our child needs to use to eat with, and that your not even wearing pants right now-“

“Does it take effort being such a dry witted ass hole so early in the morning?”

“You forgot functional. I’m a functional  dry witted asshole. Unlike you evidently.”

“Hey! I’m functional!” Simon argues, to which Jace just gives a pointed look to his disheveled mop of hair, and bare chest speckled with dried milk that spilled out when he must’ve been shaking the bottle without properly sealing it’s lid. Simon’s face goes a very fetching scarlet, and Jace very much feels the ache of their lack of, well…erm, private time, yet again. With Carson and Freya starting the school year, and the twins beginning teething—well it’s all been way too hectic, and something had to give way eventually…Jace just mourns that it had to be their sex life. “Hey! Don’t you dare use those judgmental eyebrows on me goldilocks!”

Jace’s eyes go owlish before meeting Simon’s glower. “I have no clue what you’re talking about.”

“Yuh huh,” Simon snorts unconvinced, taking Elijah out of Jace’s embrace, and tucking him into his own chest. “Well I’ll have ya know big guy that back in college,  I spent many a days fueled purely on Starbucks refills and sugar highs that these munchkins would salivate over.”

“Is that right,” Jace drawls, eyes flickering to the mural Clary had painted on the wall of the twin’s room—a family tree where each branch has an emblem dangling off it’s tip—symbolizing the most important people in their lives.. Jace feels a rush of pure elation when spotting the Lightwood flames combined with the Herondale bird and lone star of the vampires, glimmering on the very top. It’s so right and perfect, and never in a million years did Jace think he could have this. A set of friends and family who truly loves him, and who he trusts and adores implicitly. A partner that snarks at him at every turn, but also makes Jace’s knees go weak, and his heart swell with affection. Hell, never did Jace ever think of himself as being the fathering type—but with Simon, it all just feels natural, definitely not easy (Especially when Carson’s favorite blanket is in the wash and he refuses to go anywhere without it, or when Freya brings in some new critter she’s caught outside in a sudden save every animal and bring it back home with me kick.) but it all feels right. Like Jace’s not screwing up completely.

“Yeah, well that and your vigorous love making of course,” Simon clutches a hand over his heart, and flutters his lashes like he’s in a fucking mascara advert.

“You’re ridiculous.”

“I know,” Simon straightens up, hitching a now fast asleep Eli into a more comfortable position. “But I’m also right. I use to be the king of doing shit without even a blink of sleep.”

“You know Simon, it doesn’t bother me that you’ve become less spry in your old age.”


“Not in front of the children, they’ll be up soon for school.”

Simon’s face lights up at that, n almost kitty gleam pixilated in his eyes. “They are, aren’t they?”

“ah, yuh…That’s what I just said?”

“M’kay! Me and you got bout the same amount of sleep last night, right?”  

“Sure, I think?”

“Well I know for da both of us. So let’s prove who’s actually the spry one in this little  relationship of ours”

“Oh?” Jace perks up at the sound of that, moving up to settle a hand on Simon’s hip—his eyes going dark. “And how do you suppose we do that?”

“Definitely not in the way you’re thinking,” Simon sucks in a breath   when  Jace begins to  ravish his neck with a fresh batch of kisses.

Jace deflates at the clarification. “I don’t think anything else really interests me.”

“Don’t be such a sour patch,” Simon chides, cuffing Jace on the back of the head. “Me and you should have a competition.”

Jace kinks up one of his brows. “See who can get Carson or Freya ready for school first?”

Simon’s grin goes devious. “Winner gets blown.”


“Oh Jace, babe there are no losers in this game.”

“I’ve got Freya,” Jace calls, striding to her room, knowing full and well how difficult Carson could be in the mornings—probably because he stays up way past his bedtime without ever being caught.

“Succor, her favorite dress ’s in the laundry.”


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spooky scheming

Rating: PG 13 for language
Word Count: 1308

Summary: tfw only one of you is a long-term thinker
Chapter Warnings: death mention, residual destruction

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“This is great and all,” said Nino, voice tight with stress, “but do we have a plan? I’m freaking out a little and the moon is like, barely waning. Need some structure in my life, here.”

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Sleep Paralysis

Night One

It’s late, or early, whatever you prefer to call this hour. I’m tossing and turning, wishing I could just sleep through the night and wake up feeling okay. I know that if I close my eyes and attempt to get some rest, he’ll come back. He’s always there, just waiting for me to become vulnerable. He wants the control. Always. I fight it, but he fights back. I’m afraid to sleep but I’m so exhausted that I can’t keep my eyes open any longer, so I end up passing out without realizing. Within a matter of minutes, the paralysis starts. I feel awake and aware of my surroundings. I see him there, standing over my bed. I’m looking at him and he’s staring right back at me, as if he can see right through me. I can’t move. My whole body is frozen. He’s dressed in all black, wearing a heavy cloak that stops me from seeing his face. I could only imagine what it might look like. All I’m thinking about right now is how I’m going to get away from him if I can’t move. I’m blinking in hopes of waking up, but that isn’t working. I squeeze my eyes shut while struggling to break free of his control on me. When I open them he’s closer to me; he’s above my bed and I’m looking right at him. I know what’s going to happen next and I’m panicking. I start losing my breath and trying even harder to move. His hands are around my throat. I can feel the oxygen leaving my body and my limbs becoming weak. I’m still trying to force myself awake. Things start fading in and out and everything becomes more and more distorted, going back and forth from reality to nightmare. I can’t even scream out for help because his grip on my throat is too tight. As soon as I feel myself losing all consciousness, I’m jolted awake. I’m out of breath and confused. Even though I’ve been in the same position before, it always feels like the first time, every time. I’m in a daze, wondering if I’m really awake or still in the same room as the figure. It’ll take a while before I can fall back asleep, so I sit up in my bed, turn the lights on, and cry out of fear. “Why is this happening to me?” I quietly weep to myself.

Night Two

Do I dare try to sleep? I’ve been trying so hard to stay awake, just until the sun starts coming up at least. I don’t want to suffer through another hellish episode of what people call a nightmare. I hate this so much; I hate being so afraid to sleep. I don’t want to find out what happens if I let him win the fight. I’m just so tired. I need sleep… I need… sleep… and once again, I unknowingly close my eyes and fall into the darkness. It always happens so fast, I don’t understand how it feels like hours have passed when it’s really just minutes. I can feel his presence. I don’t see him yet, but I know he’s here in my room, watching me. Everything is so cold and my vision is blurred because I’m already trying to wake myself up. Of course it’s not working, I’m stuck in this world of shadows until he’s finished with me. Still not knowing where the figure is, I’m trying my hardest to make sure he doesn’t come near me, but in a split second, I feel him sitting on my chest with his hands firmly on my throat, choking me to death. I don’t know why he makes me suffer this way. The feeling of all the air leaving my body makes me squirm underneath his weight. Something is different about tonight - I try to yell. I stop fighting so hard to get away, but instead I fight for my voice. I’m screaming as loud as I can. “Mom! MOM! PLEASE, MOM!” This is the first time I’ve begged for help in a nightmare. The tears are streaming down my face as I’m still being strangled. I keep trying to scream for my mom, thinking this is real, hoping she’ll come into my room and save me. The grip on my throat gets tighter and tighter. I’m ready to give up, but as soon as I go limp, I jump awake and immediately sit upright. My hands on my face, I can feel the wetness of the tears. I try to catch my breath, but it’s difficult, still being in panic mode, wondering again if what I’m experiencing is just a nightmare, or real life.

Night Three.

The bags under my eyes are a lot more noticeable now. I still don’t know if these nightmares are real or just my vivid imagination, and I’m terrified of the answer if they are real, but I need to find out somehow. These just can’t be hallucinations or me going completely out of my mind - well, actually, I don’t know for sure. It’s almost 5AM. I decide it’s early enough in the morning to try and get some sleep. My mistake. I open my eyes to a gut wrenchingly cold bedroom. I’m uneasy. It feels like I just woke up so I try to sit up in my bed, and as soon as I start to move, he grabs me and throws me back down. I am completely paralyzed. I can’t even blink or feel myself breathing. He has me. Not making a sound, he holds my arms against the bed, I can hear my wrists cracking as he pushes down on them even harder. I can feel the pain shuddering through my body. After a few seconds, he takes his hands off of my mangled wrists and places them on my chest; he makes a fist and pounds on it as hard as he can. And like every night, he goes for my neck. I can feel his anger pulsing through the palms of his hands. Maybe I shouldn’t fight him this time? He’s just going to keep trying and trying until I’m finally gone. If I let him kill me in this dream state, he’ll leave me alone, right? I don’t really have a choice. While distracted by my thoughts, my body subconsciously wakes itself up.

Night Four

I’m not ready. I never am. I just want this to end, so I’m prepared to let myself go and give him full control over me. I hope this works. I can’t keep being terrified to sleep. I’m exhausted, emotionally and physically. I don’t know what to feel anymore, everything seems so distorted and dream like even when I’m awake. This needs to stop, tonight. The lights are out and I’m tired enough to fall asleep in the next few minutes, so here we go. As expected, I open my eyes, and I’m staring at the ceiling. I don’t see anyone yet; it just feels like I’m lying awake in bed. I attempt to sit up, and surprisingly I can, unlike all the other times I’ve tried to move in this state. I look around my room and I still don’t see anything that could be a threat to me. I’m so confused. Am I in a dream? The atmosphere feels blurry and altered. I start to rub my eyes thinking there’s a chance I might be awake and just disoriented from lack of real sleep. I sit for a minute wondering if I should just try to sleep again, because obviously I’m just out of it. So, I lie back down, cover my face with my hands, and rub my eyes again. I let out a long sigh. Maybe tonight will be different, I think to myself. But the second I take my hands away from my face and open my eyes, he’s right on top of me with his face directly in front of mine. I froze. I could see every facial feature for the first time ever, and I immediately felt sick to my stomach. I could feel the vomit rising in my throat. I was so shocked I couldn’t believe what, or who, I was seeing. I managed to speak, “Oh God, oh God no, please.” A demonic smile stretched across his face. The teeth he revealed were sharp and decayed. But I couldn’t stop staring at his eyes. They were as dead as I imagined they’d be. I felt them burning through mine. I’ve never been this horrified in my entire life. I don’t know what’s going on here, I don’t even know if I’m asleep or not. Either way, this feels too real. I can feel his hot breath on my face, and I can smell the putridness of it. He laughs and sits up on my stomach with his hands on my chest. The weight of his body is crushing me. He slowly moves his hands towards my neck, staring directly at me, still laughing, even harder now. I don’t know if I should fight this or not. What am I supposed to do? I’m panicking and screaming but he puts one hand over my mouth. Even with my mouth covered I can taste my own tears through the small openings between his fingers. I can’t do this; I can’t fight. I have no energy from lack of sleep. Just kill me. Everything after that happens so fast. This is so terrifying that it can’t be real. This has to be another lucid nightmare. With one hand still on my mouth, he uses the other on my throat, and pushes down hard, squeezing the breath out of me slowly and painfully. Now knowing what this creature is and what sick form he’s taking, it hurts even more. I know he’s not actually who he looks like, that would be impossible. I can see and feel him adjusting his position. He’s sitting on my chest now. He removes his hand from my mouth and uses both on me. With the pressure he’s putting on my throat and chest it feels like my collar bones are breaking. I’m going to wake up soon, I have to, because I know he’s getting close to ending me. But, all of a sudden he leans down and puts his head beside mine. I can feel his mouth open and his exhale on my ear. He takes a second before he speaks.You never fell asleep. My heart stops, and everything turns black.

Spooky Eyes part 1

“Great just my luck,” Danny mumbled to himself as he fumbled with the brush in his hands. He look soberly into the mirror brushing his thick crow black bed head until it was baby smooth. He was in a foul mood tonight. He had spent all day Friday and Saturday fighting ghost non stop with out a wink of sleep. 

AND NOW HE HAD TO GO TO THE NEON NIGHT FOOTBALL PROM!!! He was too exhausted for this crap. Normally Danny would have skipped the stupid “prom,” to sleep in all day, but his buddy Tucker had begged him to go so he would, and I quote ‘Not look like a total looser, dude!’. 

Why did Tucker even want to go to the prom? Honestly it wasn’t even a prom it was a football celebration disguised as a prom for Casper High’s 10th win in a row. Also he apparently had to wear all neon. How doe’s neon even fit into football!? Who cares like it would even matter… sigh…

“Just go in, then get out, laugh at how dumb everything is, and go hit some video games at the arcade… then,” He paused looking in the mirror as he adjusting his neon green tie with a smile “ you can get some sweet, sweet beauty sleep.”

Looking himself over he was satisfied with his look, he had a plain white short sleeve button up t-shirt, a pair of ripped genes, orange neon nikes, and to tie it all together… hehehe… a green neon tie.

As soon as he was done he heard the Fenton doorbell ring. Yes, 

“Fenton doorbell” His dad though it would be a cool idea if they put I giant button on there front porch with the bold letters “Fenton” on it.

Rushing he opened the door To tucker, Who shined Danny a playful smile.

“ Hey dude, are you ready to mix and mingle!!” Tucker exclaimed bouncily, giving a twirl, “ So, what do you think of my outfit?”

“ It makes you look like a Lady killer,” Danny grinned


“So what serial killer’s dead corps did you get it from?” Danny mocked playfully

“Hey, I have you know I spent good money on this outfit!” 

“ Oh yeah, how much?” 

“ 50 bucks”

“ 50 BUCKS!!!!” Danny gawked looking over Tuckers outfit. He had on an orange neon Dumpty Humpty t-shirt, green neon genes, purple neon shoes, sunglasses,and instead of his signature red cap like he usually wore he had replaced it with an identical neon yellow cap. He was a sight for sore eyes, no literally Danny’s eyes were getting sore just by looking at him too long. By the end of the night Danny was pretty sure he was gonna hate anything neon. 

“ Tucker, why, would you spend 50 bucks on an outfit you will probably only wear once?”

“To attract the ladies, I figured if I’m already so hot with my usual clothes on imagine how hot I’d be decked out!!”

“ Aa-huh, and the sunglasses would be for??” Danny pointed to the top of tuckers head where a pair of shades sat.

“Oh these,” Tucker grabbed the pair of shades from his head and placed them on his face,”These bad boys are for the ladies sake.” He said in his best silky voice while double gun pointing at his best friend

“ The ladies?”

“ So your gonna wear shades, in the middle of the night, In a dark room, for the ladies?” Danny deadpanned as he crossed his arms raising one brow in pure disbelief.

“ YEP, to protect them from the ray of beauty that is me!” he said in an overly exaggerating fashion as he caressed his face.

Danny playfully rolled his eyes as he looked at his buddy, “ Okay,whatever you say, lets just get this over with ladies man.”

“Awww yeah!!!” Tucker jumped in the air, “Dude this is gonna be so killer, just wait till we get there. Hello ladies here I come!”