Venus

Come-Adrienne Lenker

Need 2-Pinegrove

It was always cold in the morning, or, it always felt that way. Imogen liked to sleep with the window open, if only to feel like she could be the night air as she slept. Morning come, she hardly wanted to leave her bed for the leftover chill in the air. The only thing entirely convincing enough to make her was the sun shining in, and the loud chirping of the birds in the trees.

Imogen always found morning to be the worst time of day. It was beautiful, nearly as beautiful as the evening time, and waking up just as the sun began to rise, when everything was still fresh and new, would never be entirely awful, but Imogen always mourned the night too much to enjoy it.

All she ever felt she could handle now was to sleep and lay in bed, miserable on all accounts and for no reason other than her own head. She never wanted to talk to anyone, and she never wanted to leave her house if it wasn't to go lay by the river and pretend she didn't exist.

Sometimes she'd imagine she was a ghost, unimaginable and wandering. She'd stand in the garden and watch the sun finish rising and she'd pretend she didn't exist.

She'd wander around her house feeling achy, feeling sad, feeling tired, then she'd call to work to tell them she was too sick to work, and then she'd look out the kitchen window and think and think until she actually felt ill.

In the evening, she'd drink three cups of her favorite tea in place of dinner. Imogen would put on her favorite scarf, and she'd sit in her front yard and watch the shadows of the bats as the sun went down. Even after it did, she'd stay until all the light left the sky, and the stars came out. Until the frogs and the crickets sang, and the air cooled again, and even then she'd sit there for another hour or two until her legs were entirely too numb and her skin tingled with the chill. Then, she'd go in to bed, leave her window open and burrow under the covers until she fell asleep and became the night air again.

Drabbles:

Run Rabit Run

Oneshots:

Drabbles:

Cookies - Shinsou/Denki

Homework - Shinsou/Bakugou

Oneshots:

"What's that?"

"Don't touch it."

"I didn't ask if I could touch it, I asked what it was."

Bakugou sends a scowl in Shinsou's direction before turning back to pulling notebooks from his backpack. "We're here to study, stop inspecting my room and get your ungrateful ass over here." Shinsou hums, turning from the limited edition All Might figurine on the slightly cluttered, yet organized and clean shelf. Next to the figurine sits 2 framed pictures side-by-side, one of Bakugou with his parents, and the other a picture of the self-proclaimed 'Baku-Squad' crowding with Bakugou himself in the center. Unsurprisingly, Bakugou is scowling in both pictures, but the furrow of his brows is softer, and no real anger is actually to be seen.

Shinsou catches a pillow as it nearly hits the side of his head, turning, Bakugou is now sitting cross-legged on his bed, glaring at him slightly. "You're a real ray of sunshine, hope you know." Shinsou says, stepping towards the bed and settling a few feet from Bakugou. "Yeah, and you're fucking joy personified, focus on task freak." Rolling his eyes at Bakugou's retort, Shinsou settles into a more comfortable position, pulling a notebook closer to himself and scanning the contents of the page. Bakugou's handwriting is as neat as his room, and it makes Shinsou smile in amusement, though he hides it before Bakugou can see.

Minors DNI !! This blog contains topics not suitable for young viewers or people sensitive to artistic blood/gore, violence, explicit content, etc.

For a better experience, listen to Kerosene by Crystal Castles while reading.

You pant, breath coming out in harsh breaths as you nearly slump against the tree next to you, an onslaught of exhaustion and pain hitting you all at once. You have a hand pressed to the gash in your abdomen in a fruitless attempt to stop the bleeding. The near-freezing air stings harshly on the exposed skin of your arms, but you ignore it, straightening as you look around the dark forest. It's completely silent, no sign of the thing that was chasing you just mere moments ago. This should reassure you, but it only serves to unsettle you further.

The creature, long-limbed with claws and sharp teeth, had been sprinting after you full speed, screeching into the night. It's clear to you that this is just a game to it, that you are just a toy to entertain it. Pushing off the tree, you stagger a few steps before hitching into a jog, attempting to make more distance. Try as you might, you don't get very far, head pounding so hard it feels as if it might explode. You trip, rolling down a slant in the ground, right into a collection of shrubs at the base of a tree, and you lay there for a moment, a few tears sliding down your dirtied cheeks. Unmoving, you simply lay there, staring up at the stars through the gaps in the trees.

All is silent, until a growl rings out. You tense up immediately, holding your breath. The thing is there, standing at the top of the slope you tripped down. It's resting on it's hind legs, sniffing the air. From this angle, you can see it looks almost human, gaunt skin pulled tightly over it's bones, which sit in a weird configuration. It's terrifying, you realize all at once, a new wave of fear hitting you. It somehow has not found you, and you're glad for that.

Someone steps up beside the thing, a man, and it barely spares him a second glance. It's hard to tell in the dark, but he looks to be wearing a dark blue mask coated in some sort of black substance that's pouring from the eye sockets. You let out a shuddering breath, unable to hold it any longer, and you see the man tilt his head slightly, gaze turning from the forest to look straight at where you're concealed. You hear him let out a short whistle, and the creature let's out a terrifying screech, launching down to you. The last you hear is a high pitched ringing in your ears, nearly static, as it's claws tear you in half with one swipe.

Denki: "I want cookies."

Shinsou: "At 3am?"

Denki: "I've learned not to question how my mind works."

A/N: I know it says DCA, its mostly Moon.

Warnings: Blood, Violence Targeted Toward Reader, Murderous Robots.

You were really starting to regret this. You stand frozen, shining your flashlight on the Glam Endoskeleton, it's unblinking eyes are completely fixed on you. Your hands begin to feel clammy, and you force yourself to stop holding your breath. Letting out a shaky exhale, you slowly take a step back, wondering why the thing hasn't pounced on you yet.

Deciding not to wait and find out, you turn and flee. Only then do you hear the whir as it begins to stomp after you. You push yourself to go faster, beginning to see more and more as you take turn after turn in the maze-like hallway.  You regret accepting this dare from Vanessa, and you really regret not telling anyone where you were going. You stop to catch your breath, hunching over slightly, gasping wildly in an attempt to regain your breath. You shriek when you look up, and see that an Endoskeleton is standing right in front of you, hands poised as if it was about to grab you. Your eyes start to water as fear clouds your vision, fight or flight hitting you full force.

You suddenly hear a movement to your left, and when you shine your flashlight in that direction, you feel yourself involuntarily flinch at the sight before you. 5 are standing there, gazes all fixed on your shaking frame. You walk backwards slowly, entirely too frightened to take your eyes off of them. The one that is in front of you moves closer. Panicking, you rapidly switch your flashlight back and forth between all of them, knowing that the moment you take your eyes off of them, there would be bloody consequences.

The pizzaplex is closing soon and you don't know how long it'll take for people to notice you missing, a small part of you supplies a fearful thought, 'what if Vanessa knew these robotic horrors were down here?' It was a simple, stupid game of truth or dare, but Vanessa seemed far too cheerful when daring you to come down here. You remember the Fazwatch you have strapped to your wrist, feeling a glimmer of hope. You eagerly tap at the screen, trying to tap the SOS button that would alert all bots in the building of your location, but the screen glitches, a mix of green and purple blending on the screen before it shuts off completely.

You let out a huff full of frustration, continuing to back up while watching the Endoskeletons that had gotten closer when you weren't looking. You freeze, eyes widening as you bump into something hard and cold.  Knowing it wasn't a wall, you slowly turn around, nearly frozen with fear. An Endoskeleton stands frozen before you for a time that feels like eternity, but was probably only mere seconds, before it suddenly grabs you, it's fingers digging into your arms, the pressure cutting into you skin as it screams a static noise into your face, the sound piercing through your head and causing it to ache. You yourself scream, thrashing about in an attempt to escape. The thing simply lifts you off the ground, your flailing feet now dangling, your thrashing causing the damage to your arms to worsen, the flow of blood dripping onto the floor beneath you. Hot tears rush down your face as it starts carrying you in an unknown direction.

Your survival instincts kick in, arenaline taking over, and you quickly place your foot on it's chasis before pushing off. The unexpected momentum pries you out of it's grasp, and sends you crashing to the floor. You wince when your leg hits the ground too hard, causing pain to blossom in it.  You immediately scramble backwards on the grimy floor, oil mixing with the blood that was slowly running down your arms. The thing, and the ones you had been previously running from, slowly approach you.  You had dropped your flashlight when the thing picked you up, and it had rolled to the other side of the room, shining it's beam on a wall. The only light you had now was the glow of the red eyes staring into your soul.

You fail to notice the pair of red eyes that appear above you, watching with demented satisfaction before the robot winces, shoving a sunray back into its head from where it jerked out harshly, and forcefully. You didn't notice, so when you were suddenly pulled upward, you let out a shriek of surprise. A cold, metal hand placed over your mouth to quiet you is the only 'response' you get to your confusion. You wince as you watch an Endoskeleton pounce on the spot you had been mere seconds ago. The thing holding you quickly moves up toward The Main Atrium, swift and careful. It takes you far longer than you'd like to admit to realize it's Moon who had grabbed you. The daycare closed an hour ago, but he isn't supposed to start his patrol until another 45 minutes from now. He makes his way through The Main Atrium quickly, reaching the daycare at record speeds. He seems distressed, you notice, but don't quite comprehend why. As a matter of fact, you're having a hard time comprehending anything. Every movement sends a stinging pain rippling through your head.

Origins -Eyeless Jack

Drabbles:

Headcanons:

Warnings: Artistic Gore, Torture, Blood, Organ Consumption, and Cult Sacrifice.

Gasping, Jack came to full awareness. The first thing he sees is trees, illuminated by a warm and flickering glow. Turning his head to the side with a groan, Jack tries to move his arms, to press his hand to his head in hopes to soothe the stinging pain there. He can't, he realizes, because his arms are strapped down, so are his legs, with leather straps taught against the fabric of his hoodie, cutting into his skin, even with the barrier of fabric. The second thing he sees, after his eyes adjust almost fully, is a group of people, standing around him. Each of them have a navy blue mask adorning their faces, void of any features besides the cutouts for eyes. There were torches lining the edges of this small clearing in the woods, illuminating the whole space.

Panic immediately begins to set in as Jack remembers, cruelly, that this is all Jenny's doing. Jenny, who Jack thought was his friend. Jenny, who leant Jack her notes, and got drunk with him, and talked shit about one of their teachers with him. Jenny, who hit him over the back of his head, brought him to the middle of the forest, and strapped him down to a metal table. Jack shivers, despite the fact he had his hoodie on, he felt a certain coldness overtake him. The crowd of people in masks were silent, and still, as if they were hovering in a moment Jack wasn't invited into. He began pulling at the straps, finally getting over his shock, being slammed full force with panic and fear. The silence was like a buzz in the air, prickling through his head as he struggles to free himself, when, finally, someone from the crowd of people steps forward, lifting the mask off their face. Its Jenny.

All at once, Jack felt relief and then terror immediately once more. She's the one that brought him here, and he has the sick feeling she'll be the reason he won't leave alive. "Jenny," his voice comes out sounding weak, so he clears his throat before continuing, "please, untie me. Please." She ignores his words, coming to stand beside him, smiling gently at him. He flinches away as her cold hand comes up to trace his cheek gently, almost longingly, and she begins to speak. "You will be a lovely sacrifice," she starts off quiet, but gets louder as she turns from him, facing the crowd of people, "In the name of Lord Chernabog!" She exclaims, and the crowd immediately repeats her, sounding merry and joyful. He feels as if all his breath has been stolen from him, sacrifice..? He feels lightheaded, he's not sure if it's from the head wound, or her words, but he's sure its a mixture of the two. Jack begins to tug at the restraints once more. "Chernabog? Jenny, I don't-" He cuts himself off as she whirls around to face him again, a wickedly delighted smile spread across her face.

She grabs something off of a table that is out of sight for him, and when she approaches him again, he sees that its a medical scalpel, most likely one of the ones they had been using to practice precision cutting just the week before, and he thrashes at the sight of it, though the straps holding him don't loosen in the slightest. Her smile grows at the sight of him struggling, "Surget, epulabitur, proteget dum adoramus, in sacro nomine Chernabog!" She announces loudly, and the group behind her repeats her words once more. Jack can't decipher the words through his haze of panic, but he recognizes it as Latin. The group continues to repeat those same words, even as Jenny begins to speak again. "Domine Chernabog, hoc sacrificium ex humili nostra ingenio accipe. Benedic nobis abundantiam et sapientiam vicissim." Jenny says this a bit quieter, speaking normally, but with the authoritarian tone remaining still, and as she speaks, she moves the scalpel closer to his face. His eyes widen before he shuts them tightly, realizing that there is no possible way he can escape.

A sharp, excruciating pain bursts across his face as Jenny holds his eye open and begins to carve it out of his socket with the scalpel. His other eye is wide open now, watching her do this in horror. The pain is so sudden, so excruciating, he wonders how he is still conscious in the face of it. Distantly, he hears screaming over the chants of the people, echoing through the empty forest, and he realizes it's him screaming. Tears escape his other eye, blurring his vision as he begins to beg her to stop. She doesn't, and a moment later, she's holding his eyeball in front of his face to show him before she tosses it over her shoulder carelessly. Half blind and panting heavily from the continuous pain, he weakly attempts to pull out of the bindings once more. The ghastly feeling of various fluids, and pieces of his eye are on his cheek, spread across like a painting. He can't see it, but he can feel it, and somehow that's worse. He does lose consciousness when she begins on his other eye.

Jack isn't sure how long he's out for, but he wakes up to a scalding, white-hot pain that echoes from his eye sockets. He realizes he cannot see, and that something burning hot has been poured where Jenny carved his eyes out. He's screaming in agony, choking on sobs at the pain. He can still hear the damned people chanting in the latin, the words echoing in his aching head, taunting him. His entire body fills with warmth, a heat that is entirely too overbearing, as if it is burning him from the inside out. His skin is buzzing, and so is his head, with a sort of static, bordering on painful but not quite there. Then, its all quiet for a mere moment. The heat is gone, the static has disappeared, the people are quiet. Then- he hears it, screaming, but it's not him this time. He registers that he is no longer on the table, but instead on the ground. His hands are pressed into the leaves below, and his head spins at the sight of grey skin, and sharp, claws to accompany it.

Jack gasps, his hand shakily coming up to feel his face, and he grows dizzy at the lack of anything in his sockets, his finger going straight in. When he pulls his hand away, theres a black tar-like substance coating his fingers, and he figures it was leaking from where his eyes used to be. The most shocking thing to him is that he can see despite his apparent lack of eyes. He feels himself grow angry, and angrier yet. Looking up, he sees the crowd of people standing, silent, all watching him. In the front, Jenny stands, mouth open in obvious shock, and Jack feels grim satisfaction at the horror in her expression.

Something in him, something animalistic and sour and wrong, surfaces, and he feels himself half snarl-half grin before lunging, tackling the closest person and sinking his teeth in the side of their neck, ripping the skin out between his now sharp teeth. He hears more screaming, and the scampering of terrified people as they tried to run away and escape, but he's faster. One by one, he picks them off, killing them swiftly with his new amenities, until it was just Jenny remaining. She was shivering and trembling in fear, tears and snot mixing on her pale face. Jack hauls her up onto the table, slamming her against the surface roughly as she begins to scream and beg. The bindings were half torn, but he finds a way to strap her down anyways, knocking her head against the table in a way that clearly disorients her. Jack begins to look around for the scalpel, finding it discarded in the leaves. He approaches the table once more, gripping the scalpel tightly as he holds it to her tear stained face. He pauses for a moment, blade mere jnches from her eye. His gaze turns to her abdomen, tilting his head in confusion, and suddenly, he's hungry. Hungrier than he's ever been, and something smells good. He presses the scalpel to a point in her abdomen, cutting into her skin in one precise incision, then, he reaches his hand in, uncaring of the blood gushing or her cries of pain as he grabs her kidney, yanking it out in one swift pull. She let's out a shrill scream, but he pays her no mind as he bites into it, no longer hungry, but instead ravenous.

Jack thinks he should feel some emblem of disgust for what he's doing, but he's so hungry, he doesn't care. Dropping the scalpel to the table, he uses his newly formed claws to rip into the other side, obtaining her other kidney and devouring that too. His hands and face are covered in blood, but he just licks it off, the metallic taste making his mouth water. Sick of her screaming and cries, he grabs the scalpel again, cutting her throat with a swift movement before turning to the other bodies, quick to depart them of their kidneys too. Chunks of bloody flesh sit around him on the forest floor, copious amounts of blood and tar covering his hoodie and face, the sticky substance dripping from his sockets seemingly had no end, but he payed it no mind. Whilst in the middle of devouring another kidney, that staticky buzz came back, infiltrating his senses.

He immediately looks up, snarling, as he senses another presence, but falters at the sight of a tall, thin, creature. It had no face, and its skin was a pasty white. It seems to be examining him, quiet and still, and then it speaks, a distorted voice echoing harshly through his head. "Come."

These are my personal ones, you do not have to agree !

Baby Saja:

-Is the most sarcastic one out of all of them

-Rolls his eyes a lot

-Is probably the most evil of all the Saja Boys tbh

-Ipad kid for sure

-Literally making fun of people who infantilize idols with his name and the way he acts

-When he's annoyed he'll repeat whatever the person says in a mocking tone (he does this especially to Jinu because he gets super upset about it)

-Really likes cats, probably resonates with them

-Likes hard candy just to chew on it

-Will stare straight into your soul if you're talking to him because he knows most people can't handle intense eye contact and he thinks it's funny

-Probably has a secret Twitter account dissing the other Saja Boys

-Takes nothing seriously because he lowkey doesn't care enough

Mystery Saja:

-Quietest Saja Boy, but when he does speak, he's clear in what he's saying

-Would roast the hell out of you because he notices things others typically wouldn't, and he knows how to make words hurt

-Is the type of person to think of something funny, but not say it out loud, so he's just quietly laughing to himself, and the other Saja Boys get kinda freaked out by it

-Puts hair in a bun when he's not out in public

-Wears eyeliner

-Barks at people because he thinks it's funny but is also half serious

-Likes to just appear and scare people for no reason

-Likes being outside

-Likes pretzels and other salty foods

-Cannot take criticism, at all

-Will glitter bomb people because it's funny to him

Abby Saja:

-A foodie, idc this man likes to eat

-Super smug, thinks everything is about him

-Will pick people up the way you pick up toddlers just to watch them struggle

-Really good at Uno

-His playlist is full of Kesha, Rihanna, and Beyoncé, and he would never admit it

-Owns a little cactus

-Has a little boy-crush on Jinu (no homo tho)

-Buys clothes too small on purpose so they rip when he flexes

-Will lay on the floor at any given opportunity, if anyone asks, he just tells them it's 'floor time'

-Is the youngest Saja Boy

-Laughs at everything

Romance:

-Carries a little pocket mirror and will pull it out just to stare at himself sometimes

-Has multiple lipglosses for every outfit he wears

-Mf is always tired, and makes sure everybody knows it

-Is oddly good at climbing things, and will do so whenever he feels like it

-Loves chocolate

-Likes his me-time, prefers to be alone most of the time

-Rivals Baby with his sarcasm levels

-Is upset that this rando on Twitter is dissing him all the time

-Strawberry scented everything

-Is always humming a song of some sort

-Forgets literally everything

Jinu:

-Doesn't understand a lot of modern stuff but pretends he does

-Sews clothes for both his animals when he's bored

-Is super polite, has great manners, actively chooses not to use them most of them time

-His face turns red when he's upset (especially when Baby mocks him)

-So casually awkward it's painful

-When he falls, he falls hard

-Quietly admires a lot of things

-Found out what dad jokes are and thinks they're the epitome of comedy

-Wears an eye mask and robe to bed, and listens to whale noises to fall asleep

-Reads books for the aesthetic

A/N: This is something I started writing at 16, and not my best work, so I'm open to constructive criticism! I have it posted on Quotev and Ao3, but only have like three chapter posted, so if yall like it, maybe I'll pick it back up and try to make it better.

Regulus wasn't dumb. He knew his parents weren't good, not in the slightest. He knew that they were partaking in things that were grotesque and wrong. Regulus was no fool, though his brother seemed to think he was, "Sirius, all I'm saying is that you could try not to fight with her as much!" Regulus spoke, exasperated. Sirius scoffed indignantly, "that's rich coming from you Reggie, you're her favorite. She would never treat you like that!" He bit back from the other side of his bedroom, nothing short of venom in his voice. Even when angry, Sirius still called him by his nickname, something affectionately given shortly after he had transitioned and told Sirius his new name, his real name. Their mother was none too pleased at his transition, but once realizing Sirius would never live up to the title of 'Heir to the great house of Black', she begrudgingly started calling him Regulus. Regulus didn't flinch at Sirius' tone of voice but he backed off slightly, "I just don't want her to hurt you again." He spoke, almost pleadingly, to Sirius, a rare show of vulnerability written on his face. Sirius softened slightly, letting out a sigh and sitting onto his bed, "I'll be okay." He responds, resignation in his voice. Regulus nods, "I know." He says, and he believes it, foolishly and selfishly, he believes it.

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It's not even 2 days later when they fight again. Sirius Black is by no means his parents child, but he has rage only matched by Walburga herself. Regulus stands in the hallway just up the stairs, listening. Although he doesn't show it outwardly, he's nervous. He never likes to see his brother hurt, and if he can interject before that happens, he does. Walburga is screaming something horrific about blood status, and upholding the honor of the Black family, and Sirius is petulantly egging her on, fighting back. Regulus is too late to realize and stop the first 'crucio' that leaves his mother's mouth. Sirius' screaming echos around the house. Regulus's heart skips a beat, aches in his chest. He swiftly rushes down the stairs and into the room where they were. Sirius is on the ground, gashes littering his body and looking pale. Walburga had stopped the curse, and was prepared to fire another when- "Mother," Regulus spoke, willing the shake out of his voice, "I wanted to know which extra classes I need to take to uphold the Black family name." It's a lie, and he's not sure his mother will believe it, but she does. She turns to him, a sickly sweet smile on her face, "Let's go talk about it." She says, striding toward him swiftly. He nods, turning to follow her out of the room, casting one last glance at Sirius before he went.    

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-German Peter

-Welsh Remus

-Desi/Latino James

James: "Can I bother you for a second?"

Regulus: "You always bother me, but go ahead."

James: "Are you mad?"

Regulus: "No."

James: "So sharpening knives at 2am is just a hobby..?"

Sirius to Remus: "Your inability to learn complicated handshakes is tearing the gang apart."

Lily: "No offense to myself or anything, but what the fuck am I doing."

Remus: "The divorce rate amongst my socks is astonishing."

💔 - Angst (no comfort)

🫂 - Hurt/Comfort

Headcanons:

Saja Boys Headcanons

Drabbles:

💔 We'll Be A Fine Line (RuJinu)

"I'm sorry...for...everything."

Rumi could only stare, wide eyed and horrified as she watched Gwi-Ma tear apart Jinu. He was burning up, bits and pieces of him flaking away and disappearing. It was a gruesome scene to witness, yet, Rumi couldn't tear her eyes away, even as they filled with tears. Her body was slowly going numb, her surroundings dulling to nothing as a her hands shakily reached up, not touching him, but hovering like she could possibly hurt him more than Gwi-Ma was in that moment. Her eyes darted around his face for any sign of pain, but all he did was smile at her, something soft and barely there.

"No...I wanted to set you free." She spoke desperately, voice shaking.

"You did. You gave me my soul back." He says this, voice unwavering despite the agonizing pain he must be feeling, "Now, I give it to you."

Rumi stifles a sob, a tear falling down her cheek as he dissappears completely, a blue glow circling her.