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I remember you said that you like horror, and I was curious. Do you do requests for dead by daylight? Or anything else horror related?

Yeah, I do Michael Myers, Freddie, Jason, And Budda. I don't play dead by daylight tho, so I only know like, bare minimum from trailers for the game.

I am pretty creative tho, if you have a non-horror thing you want written scary I can totally do that too.

Let me tell you something about Pitch Black.

Okay, there’s just one thing I need to get out of my system.

So practically 60% of the ROTG Fandom consists on hating Pitch, the antagonist. Most of those 60% of people are BlackIce/Cavity etc. shippers. A lot of the people in that percentage have it in their minds that Pitch would be a violent and abusive lover.

May I just take a moment of your time to go against this statement?

Firstly, let me tell you something that most fail to notice about Pitch. If he finds something that he loves, he will cherish that item/person more than anything – because for Pitch’s heart to be moved, it’s going to take something very goddamn special, because he is dark. Let me also remind you that he once had a daughter and loving wife, true he might have held a different form, but that little spark of Kozmotis that still lingers in him hasn’t been extinguished. Personally, I don’t have a father, but there is one thing I know about them. If they love their daughters, they will do pretty much anything to guarantee she is safe. Even if it means giving their own lives. They would also do the same thing for someone they loved.

Pitch isn’t the type of person to just go around dating anyone he fancies, because he is insecure. He doesn’t like to open up about his feelings, and thinks that if he does open up, it’s just going to get thrown back in his face – much like what happened with Jack at Antarctica. When he tried to get through to him that he understood how it felt to be invisible, and to feel out of place, Jack rejected him. He didn’t even show any sympathy for him, and just told him to leave him alone. In my opinion, if Jack had been a little more considerate, none of the aftermath would have happened (Jack’s staff being broken etc.). Jack could have convinced Pitch to stop, because he had his defences down. Pitch made himself vulnerable because he wanted someone to be with him, because he didn’t want to be alone anymore and he felt the only way of convincing him was to take down the wall he’d built around himself. Pitch may have been trying to manipulate Jack, but he was also trying to gain his trust. And Jack walked away. That would have hurt him.

Pitch isn’t invincible, he feels things too.

Let’s take this into account. If Pitch fell in love with someone, he wouldn’t take advantage of their feelings, because he wouldn’t want them to feel rejected, like he felt. Pitch would be a caring person to whoever he fell in love with, regardless the gender, and would always be willing to listen to them if they needed someone to talk to. You know why? Because that’s what he wants. Pitch has been alone for a long time, even someone as strong and dependant as he is has to want to talk to someone about whatever he’s got bottled up inside him.

Pitch isn’t incapable of loving something, he just doesn’t know how to. Just because he has been known to use violence in his plans, doesn’t necessarily mean he would abuse his lover. For example, Pitch has been alone and not believed in for a long time, as I said before, and if you’re alone and hated for that amount of time, you would start to get desperate. When the Fearlings had full grip on him when he first got turned, that was when he was at his most violent. He destroyed stars and planets, killed people and even turned some children into Fearlings.

As far as I’m aware, he didn’t do anything this violent after he escaped his imprisonment within the cave with Night Light. Correct me if I’m wrong. However, the violence he uses in the movie, is just actions of blind rage. Pitch was stuck hiding under beds whilst all of his enemies were loved and believed in, whereas he had to go through life listening to parents telling their children that he wasn’t real. It can easily make a person go mad. If Pitch was ever violent towards his lover, it would either be a moment of madness when in an argument, if the other said something very hurtful or it was someone he didn’t truly love.

I know most people would have stopped reading by now, but I felt the need to just express my opinion on how some people are portraying Pitch’s character. Don’t think I’m just saying this because Pitch is my favourite character, and I feel the need to stick up for him – because I totally agree that things Pitch has done in the past are wrong and unforgivable. But I just wanted to get my point across that Pitch isn’t a completely heartless being. He has a heart, he has feelings, and he has emotions.

Do not think he hasn’t just because of mistakes he’s made in the past.

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BNHA Villain OC

Villain Name: Insomnia

Full Name: Natsumi Hitachiin

Color Scheme: Gold and Black

Hair: Long and black

Eyes: dull gold when inactive and when active a toxic, glowing yellow

Quirk: Umbrakinesis/Umbrageous Teleportation, Phobikinesis.

Age: 22

Height: 150 cm(5 ft)

Special(s): Eternal Night- A circle of shadows she sends put to hide herself and others in that only she can see in.

Paralysing Fear- a mist-like cloud that when breathed in can cause the victim to hallucinate their worst fear.

Personification- she can summon, no more than 1 at a time, a creature that represents an area of fear.(Terror, Horror, Anxiety and Fear)

Personality: Natsumi is everything we fear, and she thrives on sabid fear. She takes a cruel delight in Psychologically torturing people. But what Natsumi hates most is when people do not fear her, anything that could be considered brave infuriates her into an almost blind rage and sends her on a path of destruction. Being a master manipulator, Natsumi often preys on her victims psychologically. Her knowledge of people's worst fears allows her to unnerve her enemies and she enjoys watching them squirm, often leaving their fates to their imagination through thinly-veiled threats before finishing them off.  As displayed multiple times, Natsumi has a perverse level of pleasure from playfully tormenting with his victims in an almost animal-like fashion. She takes a sadistic pleasure in playing with her victims, opting to keep the most fun ones prison so she can continue to find different ways to psychologically hurt them. However, despite these traits, she is Sympathetic. Abused by a villainous Father and crushed by her self doubt she easily falls into the path society and her Father deem right for her. She pushes those who get to close away from her cruelty, degrading them and hoping to change their love to hate. She secretly wants to be accepted and loved, but is afraid to reveal her own weakness in fear people will use them against her as she does to others.

Thank you so much for doing my request! To answer your question, the only story like this that I was going to request was the predator one. But I was telling my friend about Tumblr's I follow and I mentioned the story you wrote for me. So he asked me to request an Android 18 version of it. But I really like the way you write. Most people who do requests only write a few paragraphs. But you go the extra mile and make it feel like a real story with detail! So I just wanna say again, thanks.

I'm very happy to hear that! Yeah, I love writing, it's my passion. I don't mind too much what I write(as long as I'm familiar with the source material) but I always do try to above and beyond. Especially for people requesting stuff, because I really wanna showcase my talent and show them how grateful I am for the request!

Honestly, this story was very fun to write. I love writing outside of what I normally do and facesitting for domination is definitely something I haven't done until you requested it! It really helped me expand my own knowledge too since I looked into it.

The Chase

@twobucksworld I hope this is more of what you wanted! I made sure to write more since I misinterpreted what you had originally wanted. This ~ means a POV switch, as I couldn't help but want to write in both the perspectives. The human male is a soldier stationed on a planet similar to earth and he wanders into a females territory. I hope you enjoy! CW: Fear, Blood, Percieved death, being chased, the wrestling move ‘Stinkface’.

The Yautja, though bipedal, was an expert on all fours. Should it need to run it just lowered its forepaws to the dirt and sprang away as fast as any wolf in the darkness. This was one of those times, accelerating on all fours toward a human foolish enough to be wandering by moonlight in her territory. She stops abruptly, her clawed foot scrapes over the jagged edge of a small cliff. With lungs full of this humid air her salty breath creates clouds of vortexes; while her head moves side to side to assess her territory. One would think she hasn't the brain for reason, but instead, simply a primal sense of rage twined with an indomitable will to survive. They wouldn’t be all wrong at least. Then she spots him, the rigged stature of the human male, a soldier of the Earth’s military with no weapon in sight- far to easy to be a real threat but an annoyance nonetheless. 

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Through the darkness came the glow of two yellow eyes, like sallow lamplight eight feet off the boulder it stood on. They moved with a slight sway as if the unseen body prowled like a big cat. The soldier stopped. The eyes did not, with rapid acceleration and a more bounding motion they came right for him. A string of curses unraveled from his tongue, like yarn unfurling, as the creature advanced. Every step it took rattled his bones and struck his heart. He tried to dodge a swing from its massive claws, but it struck his side and he tumbled into the dirt. All he could do was feel. Feel the cold ground pressed against his form, the heat from the pain, and the rhythm of his heart like a drum crescendoing down to a languid thump. The things nascent roar fills the space between my ears and speaks straight to my own primal center. Despite the ambient temperature, my skin is icy, all blood diverted to core organs.

That's when the adrenaline hits such a fever pitch that “freeze” isn't going to cut it anymore. Apparently “flight” is the new order of the day, but not slowly like a conscious choice. My legs explode into violent motion. The kick against the dirt and my fingers with dull claws scrabbling for purchase into the soil before I swivel onto my stomach and launch myself forward. My brain, barely registering what just attacked us, belatedly relays all information on the beast that attacked and I stumble on the words echoing through my mind. A Yautja. ~ She relished in the way the male scampered, ever amused by the show of dominance humans tried to give off while they were nothing more then sucklings just learning to crawl. This human, however, seemed inexperienced in even that and she could feel the amused chuckle leave her mandibles as she watched him disappear. She had laid her first strike, like feline playing with her prey she stood straight, keen eyes watching in the darkness as he disappears with a limp. The prey would be allowed to run if only to give him that hope of safety- this was just a game to her. She was no hunter by want or need, females of her kind never needed to prove themselves like the males. She would then descend to all fours, before bounding off after him, her own pounding heart echoing the thrill of the chase. She wondered for a moment what it felt like to be hunted by something like herself but made a click deep in her throat- she realized she didn’t care how he felt. He was in her territory, she would teach him a lesson all Yautja learn at a young age- do not enter a female’s territory unless you wish death. ‘The chase is only sport for me but means everything to you. For me, taking your life is just a small part of a wider game. I know you have been told that victory is assured for your side, it is, of course, a lie to bring hope where there should be none. You are in a dark cave being granted the illusion of light, no more. There is no spark of hope, there is no rescue coming, it's just me and you little rabbit. So run, let your whitetail bob high as you scurry to save your own skin. You aren't a hero, you are nothing, less than a cold raindrop on a scorching desert. What you bring will evaporate into the sky leaving the landscape unchanged, barren and desolate, a playground for my delight alone.’

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He hides, quaking and sweating with fear as the footfalls tapper off into soft little pats on the ground. In the tall grass, pressed against the base of a tree with nothing but his weeping side; he wished to be anywhere else. In boot camp, demoted from his rank, which was clearly wrongfully given, and yelled at for his incompetence. He had seen the signs, the skulls, he should have known- but he half expected the tells of Yautja to be just that, tells. To be fiction spread around like campfire horror stories to new recruits to scare them into not sneaking off. But the shifting of branches above him with the accents of clicking had his heart stuttering in his chest. 

He would not suffer himself to look up, perhaps if he denied the thing any acknowledgment it would kill him quickly. It doesn’t. It drops before him, all rippling muscle and extended claws. It wore no armor, simple furs and beads- this one wore added fur on its chest and he realized it must be a female. A scientist once said they were more aggressive but rarely hunted- he must be lucky. She crouched down, far taller than any human he had ever seen, far taller than the pathetic 8 feet he thought her to be. Her head tilts and he swears she is speaking- he can’t clearly hear what language she speaks in over the sound of his own heartbeat and ragged breaths mixing into a funeral march in his mind. His eyes follow as she straightens, clenching her clawed hands to fists and he thinks she is readying a punch. ~ She watches him as he regards her with the horror all whelps experience when they first meet an angered female. She finds it amusing, humans truly are whelps compared to her species- it would be dishonorable to kill him while he did not even try to defend himself. But she never allowed anything to get away without punishment, without showing her complete dominance over others. She had claimed this forested part as her own and she knew how to disgrace any who she deemed unworthy of honorable death. She stalks forward, grabbing him by his shoulders and pulling a knife from her thigh. She gave an amused chuckle as he scrambled to push her away, now he fought. How pathetic. She slams the knife into the tree, catching his clothes and pinning him to the spot. She stepped back, releasing him and watching his declawed hands paw at the knife, knees slightly bent and he stared with wide-eyed horror up at her. She throws her head up, eyes still locked on his form before moving closer again. She then turns herself, pressing her ass to his face. For Yautja, to be shown this treatment was disgraceful and by the way, the male gave an anguished cry for mercy and he tried to claw at her hips, she knew her punishment was received. She stayed like that a moment longer before moving away, clicking as she turned back to him. Tears glistened his face as he gasped, body trembling like the whelp he was. She ripped her knife from the tree and he fell to the ground with a thud, slinking down back into the roots and earth to try and appear submissive. An annoyed click left her as she slides her knife back in its place, her back turned to him again. His cry as she did so had her chuckling, her hand moving in a flick motion to tell him to leave, he is of little importance to her. She then descended back to all fours, bounding forward through the tall grass soundlessly. She could feel herself purring, the omega having ignited something more carnal in her and she knew she would be visiting him again, if only to humiliate him further. ~

As he watched her disappear without a sound he realized she had been toying with him, allowing him to hear her to heighten his fear. He sobs, collapsing down into the soil and trying to regain himself as he fumbled for anything to defend himself. He had left camp for a smoke and piss, his pants soiled with his fear and his face burning in shame. He was close to camp again, he could hear the yells of his teammates and called back, using the tree to help him stand as he waved to their flashlights.

A Life Without Fear ft. Malborn

A/N: Got carried away with this, so it become a fic, lucky for you Malborn Anon.

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He’d forgotten how imposing she could be, unshrouded and unafraid of consequence. Her eyes shone in the dim, burning brighter than the candles that surrounded them, making his bones tremble no matter how hard he tried to hide his fear.

He never had been very good at that.

Please, help me, I don’t want to be like this anymore.

He’d begged, cowering at their feet. He’d barely set foot out of Windhelm when an assassin had thrown himself from their cover. If not for the vampire that stood before him, he’d be long dead, body ditched with no one to mourn or miss him.

I don’t want to be so afraid anymore.

He’d wept, and in the quiet of her home, she’d comforted him, gentle hands at his back and a soothing voice in his ear. She dried his tears, kissing them away in a manner that made him hot and breathless, he was weak to her, even if he went through with the turning he’d always be weak to her, and he was happy with that.

“Come to me, Malborn.” He shuddered at her voice, and for a moment he glanced at the door behind him, his last opportunity to live his life a mortal. A life of fear, flinching at every look he received, trembling too much to open a letter. The Thalmor haunted him, but she would keep him safe. She promised.

He stepped towards her, entering her arms with no resistance, the scent of death and decay surrounded her but still he buried his nose in her neck, desperate for the safety she provided.

“Strip.” And he did, all but his smalls lay on the floor as he climbed into bed with her, the sheets laying loosely at his hip whilst his head lay upon her breasts. There was no heartbeat, only the thrumming of her words as she spoke to him softly, praised him, lavished him, promises of a new tomorrow in absence of fear.

He couldn’t remember ever sleeping so soundly.

Morning should have come, but when he awoke he was greeted with night and the eyes of one unfamiliar. Ronthil, he’d introduced himself, a wood elf a tad shorter than he but a vampire that donned the same garb as the dragonborn. He sat with him through his first feeding, an ornate bottle of blood that coated his throat with copper, but even when he’d scrunched his nose in disgust his new friend had laughed, patting him on the shoulder as he spluttered. He’d left him to dress, new robes in a pale grey, he felt covered, armoured even, and for the first time in a while, he grinned, stepping from the room with confidence in his step.

It soon faded when he was faced with a portal, swirling blues that swallowed up his friend as he stepped through. He’d almost turned back until he heard her voice, calling to him, pulling him in. So in he went.

The castle was a level of grandeur he’d never known, and despite the eyes that watched him, he couldn’t remove his own from her. Draped in royal attire, she stood in the center, unobstructed and glowing in the light of the court. Her arms opened wide, and he found himself running to her, hugging her tightly around the waist.

When they parted, her hands held his face, fingers tracing the new grooves and hollows of his complexion. She kissed his forehead, and he knew he’d be safe here, with them, with her, no more running, no more fear.

In spite of undeath, in her halls, he’d never felt more alive.

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