Thesis: the reason “Spooky Scary Skeletons” is such a popular Tumblr holiday jam is that its lyrics tell a tale of creatures who dwell in the unlighted depths of the Earth driving people to madness with their clinginess and poor social skills, and we find that relateable.
song inspiration: young and beautiful → lana del rey.
Roasted leaves rested on the earth, branches bare from their departure. You had awoken on this cold morning, expecting the day to continue like it usually would. Beacon Hills housed some of the most chaotic creatures, the current topic is the ageless nogitsune that settled itself into Stiles Stilinski’s figure.
Tonight was Halloween, your favourite season. Lydia was hosting a party at her lake house, you had decided to attend as a bloody nurse. It was a classic but you still rocked the clothing nonetheless. Fake blood would be stained across your white dress and you decided that your hair would be in loose curls.
The night dawned over and you had arrived to Lydia’s lake house with one of your close friends. People flooded the hallways and bumped into one another as you tried to fight your way through the crowds.
You stumbled into the kitchen before pouring a drink, the burning liquor poured down your throat as you grimaced at the strength. The small particles of your drink rose to the top of the glass as you placed it down onto the marble counter.
People complimented your outfit and you were the most best dressed at the party. You had some angel white contact lenses in that added to the awesomeness. You leaned against the counter as Stiles walked in, he didn’t seem to add any effort into tonight’s seasonal events but it didn’t bother you.
Stiles’ eyes were unlighted and he looked light–toned. He looked as though he hadn’t slept in years, despite the little endeavour he added to his costume. Your crush on Stiles seemed to heighten as he looked attractive in this moment.
“C–can you do me a favour?” Stiles leaned closer towards you as his darkened eyes bored into yours. His thumbs lightly brushed your cheeks as you shuddered at the coldness of his hands.
“Sure, what is it?” you catechized as you glanced at his cold, lavender coloured lips. They were chapped as he whispers delicately in your ear.
“I need you to kiss me, sweetheart.” He growls as it sent chills down your spine. Stiles had a melancholic vibe that made you feel slightly uncomfortable. But you had a crush on him, so the attention was overwhelming.
Music was pulsating in your head as you glanced at Stiles who raised his eyebrows, awaiting for you to heed to his demands.
“Are you sure?” you dithered as storms accumulated in his brown orbs. He tilted his head as you sucked in a harsh breath, understanding that he was one–hundred percent sure with his commands.
“Alright.” you forbade as he briskly became more impatient as each second passed, he gripped onto your waist and crashed his fractured lips against yours.
Your fingers tousled his dark brown locks, the moment prodigious. You couldn’t process what was happening right this second. You were indulging in an intense make out session with the guy you had a crush on.
As you caught your breath, he had a devilish smirk plastered on his pale complexion. In this moment, you realised that you weren’t kissing stiles.
Scott rushed into the kitchen as his eyes widened, Stiles’ expression hardened as he grips onto you.
“Stiles, let go of me.” you struggled to escape his tight hold as he chuckled, Scott’s face was full of concern and panic as he tries to pull you away from stiles.
“That’s not stiles.” you gasped as Scott manages to drag you out of Stiles’ reach. “He’s not stiles.” you repeated as the duplicate of Stiles smirked in achievement.
“Congratulations, you’re one of the last people to work that one out.” He snarled, you backed up against the counter as Scott becomes face to face with the heartless monster that held Stiles’ mind hostage.
“Don’t touch her.” Scott says harshly. in reality, Void Stiles didn’t want to hurt you. In fact, he wanted you for himself.
Stiles’ memories were full of you, he had liked you all this time and Void Stiles seemed to of developed the same affection that Stiles held for you. All the times that Stiles would tell you about his nightmares, you wouldn’t listen to him.
You’d tell him that everyone has nightmares, but these ones that Stiles were having involved you in lots of them. But again, you didn’t listen to his worries. Stiles had devils in his head, they’d manipulate him and drive him insane.
“I don’t want to hurt you. I fucking want you, I want you all for myself.” Void’s jaw clenched tightly as his knuckles turned white from exertion.
Everything made sense now, the nightmares, the sleepwalking and the panic attacks. You felt terrible, neglecting Stiles’ needs and words.
He was possessed, every second that you spent with him was slowly morphing into someone who wasn’t him.
This entity that’s allowed itself into his lanky figure has taken over his life. There wasn’t anything you could do.
Void Stiles wanted you, and he wouldn’t give up unless he had you…
“And through this revolting graveyard of the universe the muffled, maddening beating of drums, and thin, monotonous whine of blasphemous flutes from inconceivable, unlighted chambers beyond Time; the detestable pounding and piping whereunto dance slowly, awkwardly, and absurdly the gigantic, tenebrous ultimate gods”
— the blind, voiceless, mindless gargoyles whose soul is Nyarlathotep.—H. P. Lovecraft, Nyarlathotep
Got on a Lovecraft groove and Nyarlathotep was such an intimidating figure among the mythos. So I ended up looking at depictions of him and decided I’d give my go at it.