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ᯓ★ 𝐆𝐚𝐳 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬
MDNI
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- Gaz listens to Childish Gambino!
- Gaz LOVED scooby doo growing up and velma was his favorite.
- Gaz takes selfies or mirror pictures of himself but doesn’t send them to anyone. He keeps them as a confidence boost on his eyes only tab.
- Gaz LOVES reality TV. He can sit down and binge almost an entire season of some reality show. On leave when he isn’t catching up with people he’s catching up with what he missed on the bachelor.
- Gaz is an expert at finding out information and loves gossip if he isn’t the subject of it. Even if he is this man has so many comebacks stored up no one dares start a playful argument with him for fear of being ripped to shreds…except for Soap.
- Gaz likes to read and often shared recommendations with Ghost, they both like thrillers. Soap makes fun of them for it yet Gaz always shoots back with a variation of Soap not being able to read (Soap never learns and always goes to make a joke about it again)
- When Soap laughs at something immature Gaz tries to stand there like “🧍” and act mature, but the moment Soap lets out a hyena laugh/snorts or if Soap bumps into Gaz, Gaz loses it and starts laughing
- Gaz is the type of person to swat people or grab onto them when laughing really hard. He has almost peed himself when laughing.
SFW (serious)
- If Gaz has a dream where it feels like he’s falling he shoots out of bed and panics. It’s one of the bigger lasting effects of him having fallen out of two helicopters. He still gets phantom pains on his body sometimes, but the biggest one is from the trauma of his harness catching him cutting into him.
- Gaz is super in tune with his emotions and is quite open minded. He’s generally flexible, aside from plans changing last minute.
- Going off of that one of Gaz’s biggest pet peeves are plans changing at the last minute. He and Soap have had countless arguments over Soap changing stuff at the last second.
- Gaz has OCD, i’m not sure who started this headcanon but I completely agree with it. If you look at him closely you can see him swiping his hands over his pants once, twice, three times. If someone interrupts his compulsion he has to takes deep breaths before restarting. Consequently he’ll randomly go silent when talking if he has to focus on finishing a compulsion.
- Gaz is a mama’s boy and was raised how to treat women respectfully. He can go from having a great relationship with someone but the moment they something bad about women he will never like them again. He’s a proud feminist!
- Has a thing about towels. Gaz can’t use them more than once or twice because he can practically imagine all the germs that are on the fabric. Even if he is 100% clean coming out of the shower it doesn’t get rid of the thought.
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- Not vanilla, but not a huge freak.
- He’s usually up for trying something once to see if either of you like it. If not it’s no sweat off his back, at least he learned what you do and don’t like.
- There are lines he draws though. He doesn’t like anything that involve bodily fluids. Gaz prides himself on being a clean guy, but with his OCD (and kind of being a germaphobe) he can’t do it. As well as blood, to him he sees it enough on the battlefield, he wouldn’t want to see it on you. Gaz could only imagine if you were hurt.
- That’s not to say he doesn’t like a bit of man handling though. Gaz is a strong man and he knows it. His favorite thing to do is to drop you on the bed and watch you bounce back up. Trying to crawl to right yourself is a hard feat since he almost immediately pounces on you.
- He will 1000% hold your wrists above your head and while in your ear. Gaz says the dirtiest shit in bed. It comes naturally to him. He loves seeing you relax before his eyes at the sound of his voice alone.
- Wouldn’t be opposed to a threesome as long as they know you’re his partner and not theirs. He wouldn’t do it so he could have another person fawn over him. Gaz would do it to worship you. Once he’s in a relationship with you there only is you for him.
- Second easiest to get hard out of 141. If you push on his chest/shoulder/abdomen to get him to sit back down his blood will immediately flow south.
- Loves when you take what you want from him. Definitely a switch and would beg on his knees in front of you if you wanted him to.
- Gaz LOVES worshipping your body. Some degradation here and there, but ultimately he can’t help but spout off compliments when he’s buried in you.
- Will definitely send you pictures when deployed. He doesn’t do it to tease you and not let you cum, he wants you to cum to them. Gaz didn’t curate all those pictures for them to go to waste.
- Aftercare expert. Everything is tuned to you specifically. He’s had a few partners and with each he paid attention to what they liked most. Expect a warm bath for you to relax in, followed by food you love, a show on that you’ve been binging, all available on your bed so you can rest how you want to.
- His favorite parts about sex is the foreplay and aftercare. Sorry not sorry!
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Netflix and Chill with HSR Men
Pairings: Sampo, Gepard, Dan Heng, Blade, Jing Yuan x Reader (separately)
Masterlist
Requests are open
Warning: Suggestive theme
Sampo Koski
He doesn't subscribe to Netflix or any streaming service, he pirated series and movies.
He texted, "Heyyyy my baby my love my sunshine, I got the new Guardian of Galaxy. Your place or mine?"
He will prepare a lot of snacks and drinks.
Watching it on your laptop on your bed.
Genuinely interested at first but when the plot slowed down, his hands will travel to your body and he started to make out with you.
Stealing glances once in a while to the tv while kissing you and pleasuring you.
You had a hard time staying in the mood though because you were laughing at something on the laptop and ruined the mood.
"Sorry, Sampo…" you giggled while Sampo was trying hard to get you off, "I can't do this."
Both of you then would be too engrossed in what's happening in the film and end up cuddling or stuffing your faces with snacks.
"Should have chosen something boring," Sampo murmured as he stuffed his mouth with a fist of snacks.
Jing Yuan
Choosing the best time of day is crucial.
He's mostly busy though so you usually only watch films with him on the weekend.
He felt too comfortable around you so most likely will end up with him dozing off for a few minutes, several times.
"Wake me up in five," He said as he put his head on your thigh.
As soon as he puts his head there, you can hear a soft snore from him.
Sleep easier when you play with his hair. It's his number 1 weakness.
Of course you don't have the heart to wake him up since he had a busy week, even though that means you have to watch the movie alone.
Once he wakes up he will ask how's the plot so far.
Gepard Landau
Really excited to watch movies with you.
Enjoys anime, thriller series and even drama.
Gets easily moved by the plot. Will shed tears if the movie is sad.
If you watch a horror film, he will cover his ears and scoot closer to you.
"I'm more scared of the sound effect rather than the visual."
But he'll shut his eyes tightly if the scene gets too terrifying.
When you make a move at him, he will act shy and glance at you in disbelief
"Please, I'm watching right now."
But once you start to kiss him, he'll give in and follow the flow.
Once you both finished the deed, he will rewind the movie to the last scene you guys left off.
Dan Heng
Will be the one to recommend movies to watch
Will provide you with brief synopsis and trivia about the movie before you guys watch
"It gets a high score in Letterboxd." He said to convince you to watch.
Of course you're not really looking forward to watching, you look forward to cuddling on his bed.
Or more than cuddling.
However, he will be annoyed if you disturbed him watching.
But once he realized you were demanding his attention, he would pause the movie and rain you with kisses.
Blade
You know there would be no "Netflix-ing" with Blade and more "Chilling"
But you recommend watching a movie with him anyway.
He will let you pick anything you want.
He made comments throughout the movie several times, how ridiculous the plot is, how bad the acting is.
"Seriously, the joke is so corny."
"What the hell is wrong with his hair."
His comments annoyed you sometimes.
10 mins after the movie he made his move towards you.
Started to touch you (in inappropriate places) while still making comments about the movies.
The commentary drives you nuts (and also his fingers) so you shut him up by kissing him hard (or by giving him a head…)
AN: Me if writing sleepy Jing Yuan is a crime:
Hope you enjoyed this!
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Unbidden (Doctor Who One-Shot)
Dark!Tenth Doctor x GN!Reader 18+ (no smut) / requests are open
Summary: The Doctor's gone too far this time.
Fic type: thriller/horror- please note there are descriptions of gore, violence and dark shit. no smut. I mean it, this is dark. Please heed the warnings.
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You’re in shock. You must be. There’s no other explanation for the way you’re shrieking and laughing and crying all at the same time. You can’t even hear the noises coming out of your mouth- you’re just… distantly aware of the burn in your throat and the tears streaking through the grime and the muck and the blood on your cheeks.
It’s spotty. All over. All over you, all over him, all over the ground and the walls. Red, crimson Dalmatian patterns that in almost any other situation would look like a pretty art piece. It still was, you supposed.
And it was like he hadn’t even noticed your reaction, bringing the blade down over and over and over and over into the now corpses’ chest, blood splattering everywhere with every single movement he made. Each time the blade came down felt like a physical blow to your chest. Bang. Bang. Bang.
Gods, he must be twenty stabs in by now, there’s nothing left but a big gaping cavity that reminds you of something you’d see in a cheesy zombie movie where his ribcage and upper organs used to be. But this isn’t a two-bit movie full of laughs and cheap effects. This is real. You can smell it. You can smell the gore, the iron, the horror. You can fucking smell it. You didn’t realise stuff like this would smell.
It feels like an out-of-body experience as you tear your eyes away to look down at your hands. They’re shaking uncontrollably, and as he rips the blade out of the corpse again, another splatter of blood appears over your fingers along with a chunk of organ that could be anything from heart to lungs to a kidney. You can feel your eyes bulging. You still can’t hear anything. Not even a ringing in your ears or a bassy vibration. Not even the jack-rabbit pump of your heartbeat.
There’s just… nothing. You can’t hear anything right now.
Distantly, you’re aware of the Doctor slowing down and eventually coming to a halt, giving the corpse that had been a person some fucking semblance of peace, finally. Your gaze filters unbidden through your outstretched fingers to find him watching you, something dark and ravenous in his eyes that scares the absolute fucking shit out of you.
You stumble back and away from him when he makes a sudden move, blade dropping to the ground in a sticky clatter. He’s covered in blood. Head to fucking toe. His white button-up under his pretty suit is unsalvageable. It’s almost black with blood, and it sticks to him in a way that you shouldn’t be paying attention to right now. You’re pretty sure it might be your brain trying to focus on literally anything else but the reverse Pollock on the ground in front of you.
The Doctor is up and cornering you in seconds. You barely have a second to register it before you’re stumbling backwards and he’s pressing you into the wall. Your hearing comes back with painful clarity all at once, and the Doctor’s voice suddenly has sound to go with the movement of his lips.
“See what I do for you, love? Oh yes, all for you. You’re mine, darling, I won’t let anyone hurt you.”
You don’t mention how for a moment there you genuinely thought he was going to gut you, too. He’d probably like the sight of your organs slipping through your fingers, actually. He’d probably find it hot, and beat off over y- no, stop it.
He wouldn’t hurt you… right?
You circled his neck with your arms, feeling the drops of blood seep into your sweater and cling to your skin. He was still murmuring sweet nothings into your ear, and if you were elsewhere, you might actually find them comforting.
But all you managed to let sink in as your eyes watched the blood pool larger and larger around the body on the floor was that you were his.
And he would never, ever- let you go.
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𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍'𝒔 𝒌𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔' 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒚 | part two teaser (jake sim)
RELEASE DATE: Wednesday, 1st May 2024
PAIRING: non!idols enha hyung line x fem!reader, jake x fem!reader
GENRE: 18+ (mdni), semi-college au, adulthood, reverse harem, dark themes.
WARNINGS: fem!reader is a saint(good girl), mentions of christianity, mentions of smoking, virgin shaming, humiliation, profanities, stalker & pervert jake, obsession, violence, blood, masturbation, smut, unprotected sex (no!), softdom!jake, ghostface!jake (he's deranged), knife play, grinding, fingering, pussy eating, manhandling, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, mental illness, yandere, corruption, toxicity, jake becomes an asshole somewhere in the end, crying, heartbreak.
TEASER WORD COUNT: 2.1k
OVERALL WORD COUNT: 22K+
PART ONE (READ HERE)
RUBY'S NOTE: current word count is 11k+! also, this teaser is not even half of the part.
🖤 SERIES MASTERLIST 🖤
One thing is certain: you regret agreeing to watch Scream with him.
Your eyes are trained on the large screen, and your face contorts into a grimace when the victim’s blood is oozing from the terrible wound.
A wince leaves your lips while you find yourself instinctively burying your head into his shoulder with your fingers clutching at the hems of his top. You attempt to drown out the noise of the victim’s cries and pleas as well as the eerie sound effect that reverberates throughout the private cinema that is equivalent to the width of that of a public cinema.
Jake turns his head to glance down at you. A chuckle emits from him as he finds you adorably endearing with how often you have attempted to use him as your shield whenever the gory parts of the movie play on the screen.
“I recall a certain someone telling me in confidence that she wasn’t afraid of watching the movie.” Jake drawls his words out, his lips remaining a smirk as you slowly raise your head to meet his eyes that hold such mischief.
In return, you can only afford to chuckle nervously. You can’t let him know that the reason you’re afraid is because your mind would always drift to the terrible events on Devil’s Night whenever the gory part of the movie came up. Moreover, your skin is crawling with disquietude the longer you’re in this very palace.
Yes, the palace looks magnificent, but you can discern the foreboding atmosphere that sends you involuntary chills every now and then. A part of you is telling you that the moment Jake brought you inside, you ought to be wary and apprehensive of your safety.
“Can we watch something else?” You murmur to him, still clinging to his arm, though not as awkwardly as you did earlier. You remain facing him, but your eyes are crestfallen with your head lowered, allowing the strands of your hair at the side to fall.
“Why? I’m quite enjoying this.” Jake continues to tease you while enjoying the fact that you are clinging to his arm dependently, with your breasts occasionally brushing against his arm.
You surprise yourself when a whine elicits from you and your pink lips form into a small pout as you meet his eyes that seem to be darkening. “Please, Jaeyun?”
His chest rumbles in pleasure at the sound of his name coming out of your mouth. “Fine.” He eventually concedes before reaching out for the controller at the side to put the movie on pause. “It turns out you are afraid of horror and thrillers after all.”
You narrow your eyes at his teasing grin, but you cave in as a sigh leaves your lips. “Yes. Now you can have another laugh at it.”
“Nah, I was just messing with you, lovely.” Jake leans forward to ruffle your hair while you are taken aback by the nonexistent space between the two of you. “Everyone has their own fears.”
“So what are your fears?” You inquire to him, feeling rather keen to know him better.
“I don’t have any.” Jake lies through his cheeky grin. “Tell me yours.”
A niggling of prudence tickles the back of your mind as if to warn you about telling him any parts of your vulnerability that he might potentially use against you.
But as you get lost in the depths of his devastatingly beautiful brown eyes, you feel a certain compulsion to reveal everything about you, including your worries, to him.
“Genres of thriller and gore, insects,” You begin to list down, murmuring as you do so with your head lowered and your cheeks tinted pink at the fact that he has his full attention on you. “losing my loved ones, being a disappointment and failure to anyone I hold dear close to my heart.”
“You? A failure?” Jake grips your chin gently but firmly enough to force your eyes to meet his. “Lovely, you are the epitome of perfection.”
Your cheeks flare with diffidence, and even if you want to look away from him, you can’t. “I’m not perfect, Jake.”
“Yeah, you are,” Jake leans his face close to yours, causing your breath to hitch, but he stops just close enough until the tips of your noses graze ghostly against each other’s. Your heart flutters at the warmth of his touch from his palm on the side of your thigh, rubbing it tantalisingly slowly. “and wrong name, baby.”
In an instant, he has you hoisted and settles you on top of his lap with your legs straddling his muscular denim-clad thighs. Instinctively, your hands find their way to his shoulders, feeling how toned and broadened his muscles are beneath your touch — a result of his consistency in working out at the gym.
The cold air in the private cinema shifts drastically. The tension is palpable, and you fear it might snap at any moment in time, especially the way he is gazing at you dangerously with lidded eyes.
You are rendered speechless by the escalation, unable to form any coherent sentences. The heat of his touch on your thighs sends you involuntary shivers down your spine while his dark eyes are penetrating into yours, which are swimming with sentiments you recognise. Danger, desire, and lust.
“You’re so fucking adorable, do you know that?” The low husk in his voice stirs something within you. Your lips go slightly parted at the sensation of his palm rubbing your thigh once more. “Can you do me a favour, lovely?” Although he is asking you, you know that it is a demand.
Your mind is screaming at you to push him away and flee from him, but it is as though his touch and gaze cast a spell on you that renders you compliant.
With the inexplicable haze clouding your better judgement, you nod your head, and his lips curl into a smirk.
“I want to see you in fishnet tights. You’ll look good in them.” His eyes rake all over your body until they fall to your plush thighs. He desires to dig his nails into the suppleness of your flesh, but your thigh-high socks are a hindrance.
His demand leaves you flabbergasted, and you continue to remain silent, to which Jake doesn’t seem satisfied.
He raises his hand to cup your cheek, bringing your full attention to his dark gaze. “Can you do that for me?” He asks firmly, applying pressure to the hesitancy you bear in your mind.
“Yes.” You utter your answer while your mind vehemently disagrees with you. A newfound desire kindles in you, and that is to please Jake.
“Good.”
You feel his hand creeping from your thigh to your buttcheek, eliciting an inaudible gasp from you, before he pulls your body closer to his until you feel something hard touching your core. Your heart lurches in your chest while the tension between the two of you feels suffocating.
“Jaeyun,” You whisper his name as you feel paralysed by the sensation of his hardened dick beneath you, and you fear that one movement from you will unleash the inner devil that lurks beneath his charming facade.
His strong cologne infiltrates your senses, enticing you to bury your head into his chest and bask in his scent, but with his face leaning closer to yours, you hold yourself back from doing so.
His nose touches yours while his hot breath fans above your lips. By now, his eyes are darkened and shrouded with lustful desire for you, wanting nothing more than to devour you, fucking you into oblivion.
“Can I kiss you?” He asks softly, contradictory to how he is holding you possessively with his hand holding and palming your buttcheek while the other is wrapped around your waist.
No, you should definitely say no. Your first kiss is reserved solely for the one who will be marrying you.
“Yes.” Your heart pounds harder in anticipation of your answer.
With your consent, he closes the gap between your lips while you flutter your eyes closed, awaiting the kiss.
Just as you envisioned, his warm lips feel soft and plump as he kisses you sweetly, which has your toes almost curling. He kisses like you are made out of glass, and he takes his time as though he is memorising the shape of your lips in the back of his mind.
But you remain unmoving, uncertain of how to kiss him, and embarrassment floods across your cheeks. When he pulls away, your chest tingles with disappointment.
“I’m sorry.” You find yourself apologising to him, your eyes crestfallen. Disheartened, you slouch your shoulders and avoid his gaze. “I don’t know how to kiss.” You mutter weakly while your fingers curl into fists as they rest on his chest.
“Lovely, look at me.” His soft command compels you to heed, and when you raise your head, your heart nearly lurches in your chest when he pulls you by the nape and slams his lips on yours, and this time, there is a sense of urgency and desperation as he kisses you.
Compared to the previous kiss, this kiss is messy, sloppy even, as you are unable to coordinate with how he is kissing you, but what genuinely confuses you is the fact that he doesn’t seem the slightest bothered by how bad you are at kissing. It is as though what matters to him most is the taste of your lips.
Your stomach churns with guilt, yet your core is pooling with newfound desire. Your fingers make their ascent to the back of his hair, playing with the strands. Your lips part as you gasp at the sensation of his hardness grinding against yours, and you can almost feel his tip hitting your clothed clit that is aching with forbidden need.
Jake grasps the opportunity to force his tongue into your mouth, exploring every inch of your hot cavern while his nails dig into the flesh of your ass. You try your best to keep up with him, your tongue tangling with his wet muscle in a mess, yet it is a mess that elicits a moan from the back of your throat.
You move your hips tentatively, testing waters, but soon you are grinding your hips against his while you attempt to feel the delirious friction of your clit rubbing against his pointed tip. A low groan emits from him at how painful his cock is, wanting nothing more than to bury himself inside of you. But he knows that he must wait patiently.
You gasp in pain when he has your bottom lip between his teeth, and you whimper as he tugs and pulls it teasingly, prompting you to flutter your eyes open and meet his dark, hypnotising ones. The corner of his lip tips up in a smirk before he devours you once more, and this time, he is assisting you with the other hand gripping your waist.
“You’re doing so fucking well for me, lovely.” He rasps against your wet, parted lips with soft moans, leaving them. “So, so perfect just for me.” He purrs seductively before kissing you, while his praises send your heart fluttering.
“Jake.” You whimper against his lips in need, and goosebumps arise on your skin when he growls into the kiss. It all happens too fast, because the next thing you know, he has you pinned on the couch while your legs remain wrapped around his waist.
Butterflies flutter in your tummy as he leans down to press a gentle kiss on your neck, eliciting a pleasurable sigh from you, but a pained whimper follows when he bites down your skin in a threatening manner.
“Wrong name again, baby.” He murmurs against your skin, his hand squeezing the plush of your thigh almost painfully. “What is my name?”
“Jae─” Your eyes roll to the back of your head while a breathless moan leaves your lips at the sensation of his hardened dick grinding against your pussy. “Jaeyun!”
“That’s fucking right.” He pulls away from you, hovering on top of you with his chain necklace dangling above you. You catch a glimpse of his inked tattoo on his collarbone area. “Do you want more?” He grinds his dick against your needy cunt again, deliberately.
“N-No.” You deny, shaking your head, but the moan that rips out from your lips betrays you, as does the way you buck up your hips in an attempt to feel for the delirious friction between your clit and his pointed tip.
Jake tuts as he halts his movement, his hand moving to brush the messy strands covering your cheeks. “It’s a sin to lie, my pretty girl.”
“Jaeyun, please!” You plead, throwing away your dignity.
“Nah, I don’t think so.” He chuckles breathily, finding pure delight in the way your eyes are glistening with need. He leans down to place a chaste kiss on your moist lips and remains there before murmuring, “But if you really want more, meet me by the entrance of the palace tomorrow night, and don’t forget to wear your fishnet tights, yeah?”
No, for God’s sake, you should be saying no.
“Okay.” You breathe out your answer, earning you a grin from him.
#the devil's knights' prey#enhypen#enhypen poly#enhypen smut#enhypen jake#thriller#halloween#ghostface jake
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·˚ ◌༘͙[tiktoks] ! ˊ
- will update as and when good ones show up on the fyp -
these are tiktoks that I just know he would’ve been…
loving:
smooth criminal game - the editing on this?? pls he’d have wanted to make a whole concept album on being inside a video game
heeee’s baaaad - oh you KNOW he liked feelin bad
badass moonwalker - this ??? he’d have had this framed if he could, I’m convinced
smooth criminal transition - edits w transitions as clean as this he would be watching ON A LOOP
another transition - same point as previous; he’d def integrate clean transitions like this into mv’s and shows if he saw them
the legend - ok so he’d laugh at the first part of this one but then find the rest of it to be just so <333
smooth SMOOTH criminal - honestly any well made Smooth Criminal edit n he’s all over it
the goat - oh he loves us gassin him up let’s not play about
hugs - you just know he’d see this and feel an actual pain in his chest knowing we all want to give him the biggest hugs pls
smooth criminal x moonwalker - this is a literal work of art and Michael would have ADORED it
thriller - oh he’d be all over this
take my hand - this would’ve made him cry as much as it makes us cry
laughing at:
silly guy - we all know this’d have him gigglin
gentleman - the concept of edits like this would have him so shy but the ones w funny intros like this would make him laugh sm
this man is - same point as previous, the concept is alien to him but the humour?? hits
running away from wedding - oh he’d be CACKLING
you are mine - bro caught in 4K
defending him - no bc he was a pacifist through and through but also THE petty king like don’t get it twisted
reacting - he’d find the editing style w sound effects like this hilarious don’t argue
wtf did you just say - no bc this would crack him up so bad
close to midnight - undeniably his fav genre of tiktoks and that’s not up for debate
double cheeked up - he’d be in hiding for 8 business days after seeing this bc he’d be too shy to face us for generating this kind of content
what a shmuck - this isn’t an edit but Ik he’d laugh at himself in this clip
silly goofy - he’s just a silly guy and he knows it so his fans pointing that out would have him chuckling fr
relatable - the idea of fans making memes of him that they find relatable would be soooo funny to him
relatable 2 - exact same as previous
me when I lie - envisioning his exact response to this and it’s just: 🤭
wtf did you just say part 2 - AGAIN w this humour in sound effects he would love it sm
caught in 4K v2.0 - petty king and we all know it
too much going on - the audio omg he’d be running away laughing
clutching pearls - the way I just know he’d try to deny this the modest bastard
bro movin like - he’d be giggling at himself sm bc of us on this goddamn app
sunglasses - he wouldn’t find himself funny in this clip without the music in the background and that singlehandedly makes it funny to him
promise? 🫵🏻🤨 - literally just adding the text over it makes him giggle
bombastic side eye - no bc he would have no idea he was doin all this on instinct until he saw it back
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— My Unlucky Number is THIRTEEN ; AU
— EPISODE 1. (SOONHAN)
3AM elmo ritual gone wrong (not clickbait! almost died?)
pairings: none
genre: crack, thriller/horror, comedy, mostly just insane crack.
warnings: HEAVY vulgar language, implications on death, ghosts, elmo, a very stereotyped ritual, that's it i think ;-;
word count: 1.1k
synopsis: hoshi and his sacrifice best friend, jeonghan (who was just brought along) both ought to do an elmo ritual at 3 AM. you can maybe guess what happened afterwards...
s.n: here is the first episode of me and weiss out of pocket au collab! kinda an impulsive idea but it was planned out HEAVILY. we spent a soild week on this AHAHAJ
network(s): @kflixnet @preciousillusions-net
previous ◇masterlist◇ next (mingyu) ->
it all started because of horangi audacity.
bro went into the gc with the rest of the members like "the elmo challenge doesn't sound THAT bad, right" which is obviously a bad idea and while everybody else was trying to talk him out of it, only one man was so brave enough to say that he'd do it with him to "make sure he didn't die".
this is how yoon jeonghan, the enabler of all enablers, ended up in hoshi's apartment with a possibly ancient elmo plushie he'd bought from god knows where.
(note from weiss: this improvised rendition of the elmo challenge isn't real and if i see that somebody reblogs that they tried it, i might actually be concerned for your safety)
it wasn't long before the ritual finally began to take it's shape. well, after googling the specific words "how do you start a ritual with a stuffed toy" (to get the full experience of course).
jeonghan honestly didn't think that it'd actually do anything, because usually, the 3AM challenges were just clout-making machines. soonyoung would just be disappointed, he'd thought to himself.
the steps were like... out of fucking pocket though- the fuck do you mean, this starts by literally drowning the elmo in a filled kitchen sink? why specifically a kitchen sink? with himalayan salt? (tf).
(wherever the hell soonyoung bought it.)
and not just himalayan salt. two bay leaves and pepper corns were needed too. while hoshi was extremely confident in this ritual and jeonghan was helping as best as he could, the guy was asking him every ten seconds, 'why are we cooking elmo' and all he'd get in response was 'because!!' and then nothing else.
for extra experience and effect, hoshi found some dry ice as if he was deadass about to summon some shit. (possibly)
and right after, he'd gotten some scented candles he'd bought earlier that night, smelling like pumpkin spice. yes, the shit you get at starbucks. putting the candles on either side of the faucet, they were lit with matches. yeah. matches. what else. (why not a lighter? we'll never know.)
and so, everything was ready (and jeonghan let out a sigh of relief). but he wasn't relieved for very long when he found out that they needed to sing 'la la la la la, elmo's world' six times.
begrudgingly, he followed along. they did as the other said, and as the dry ice was beginning to fill the kitchen with smoke, the flames of the two candles flickered. there was no wind in the apartment whatsoever, besides them singing the elmo's world theme song.
with eyes closed and all. for the experience.
after singing elmo's world one more time for good measure (jeonghan almost left hoshi with this drenched and crusty ass elmo toy), they heard a chilling laugh that sounded identical to elmo's squeaky, very much child-like voice.
"soonyoung. be completely honest and don't fuck around. was that you?" jeonghan was beginning to feel a little unsure of the doubts of doing this… supposed clout machine of a ritual.
the other's eyes snapped open and shook his head. "we both heard that! i couldn't even do elmo's laugh even if i tried-" well, he could, if he wanted to. but the laugh sounded like it was further away from the two. it wouldn't be hoshi since the two were right next to each other.
"... did we actually manage to summon something-?" the question everybody's dying to know the answer of (and an answer somebody did not fucking die for).
unable to help himself, hoshi turned right around just before jeonghan could stop him. the rest of the apartment had gone dark, the only lights remaining being the candles surrounding the faucet. "oh shit-"
oh shit indeed when the candles died, too.
heavy and shallow breathing came from the two men, and then the erie sound of swooshing water coming from the sink that was arm's length from them. but being mortified, they didn't want to come into terms that they were hearing such, so… "hyung.. are you pissing right now?" hoshi asked out of fear, slightly hopeful for one answer and one answer only. even though he knew damn well that it wasn't the case.
"why the fuck would you ask me that-?" taking out his phone that he thankfully thought to keep pocketed, the older turned on the flashlight to have a look around. "of course i didn't piss myself. i should be asking you that question, soonyoun…" when the light hit the still-filled sink, he trailed off. silence followed his words, and before the younger could say anything, jeonghan beat him to it.
"... i didn't take elmo. and you didn't take elmo. right?"
"as if i'd touch that while it's wet," he responded matter-of-factly, but was still downright shaking in the new pair of jeans dino bought for him just weeks ago.
even through the darkness, it was obvious how even the yoon jeonghan paled as he stuck his hand in the thoroughly seasoned water. "then where the hell is elmo?" the question prompted the silence that followed, thick enough to be sliced in halves if it was physically possible. soonyoung turned to the sink and the other's hand wasn't touching anything.
"... hyung," he placed his hand on his shoulder. "if we die, i want you to know that i was the one who broke your hair dryer." the possibility of them dying was high, but it wasn't as high as jeonghan's blood pressure, probably.
"what the-"
then something damp seemed to splat right onto the kitchen counter behind them. in a rather comical manner in contrast to the tension, the two slowly turned, eyes wide and almost fearful of what they'd see. they made eye contact with the elmo plush they had previously drowned in seasoned water, and this lasted for about five seconds. nobody was breathing throughout this pause.
then the two men screamed in unison, the elmo plushie screaming right back.
they all proceeded to scream for about two minutes before soonyoung shoved jeonghan towards the damp elmo plushie, plotting his escape route and possibly never looking back once out of this horrid place. "it's either you or me, hyung- and i choose you!"
(disclaimer: this is not a pokémon au.)
"yah, don't leave me here with this thing!" the other tried to follow, scrambling to get up considering he'd fallen on his ass, before something was launched at his head, causing him to fall flat on his face. it felt extremely wet.
"la la la la la," he would never hear that song the same ever again. "elmo's worl-"
the camera footage cuts off and so does the video. the groupchat didn't hear from jeonghan or hoshi for a week besides updates from seungcheol and woozi. what happened after the infamous elmo summoning of '23 would stay a mystery that the two would take to the grave. (at least the hair dryer incident was solved.)
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Y’all I’m watching the Lazarus effect with my mom and I jus told her tht it’s a horror/thriller and she likes horrors so she was like okay ya and she read the description and she was like oo it sounds interesting so the movie was starting and the actors names showed up and then Evans name showed up and she looked at me and said “was this the only reason you wanted to watch it ?”😭 and I just laughed and then later while we were watching she asked if I was actually watching the movie or if I was just staring at Evan 💀💀
#evan peters#evan peters fanfic#evan peters smut#screaming crying moaning throwing up#evan peters x reader#the lazarus effect cast#the lazarus experiment
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HAPPY HALLOWEEN 2023: THE TOP TEN
Hey there, Creatures of the Night!
Once again it is that time of year where we recap what films have made the cut of Scream Scene's top ten best horror movies of all time! (all time defined as 1895-1960)
If you’re looking for some genuine classics to check out this year, we’ve got you covered, with running times and where to find them!
#10. I Walked With a Zombie (1943)
The second Val Lewton produced film on the list, I Walked With a Zombie is perhaps best described as Jane Eyre in the Caribbean, but what is surprising is that the film is also a well researched depiction of Voodoo practices for 1943. The haunting imagery, sparse sound design, and dreamlike poeticism of this film might make it among the most unique zombie movies you’ve ever seen, made in a time with zombies were supernatural undead slaves, instead of reanimated undead cannibals. Do yourself a favour and check it out - it’s available to buy online in SD for $9.99 from Apple TV, and $14.99 on Amazon Video, Google Play Movies and YouTube. 1h 8m.
#9. The Old Dark House (1932)
James Whale’s definitive take on this traditional mystery thriller formula is a movie that will have you laughing right until the moment it has you screaming. In some ways, it’s a movie of clichés, with the protagonists seeking shelter in an old mansion during a rainstorm in the night and having to deal with the reclusive family they find within. But the dark, brooding cinematography, and truly shocking twists that rivet up the intensity over the running time, all contribute to make this a harrowing watch. It’s one part Rocky Horror Picture Show, one part The Addams Family, and one part The Texas Chain Saw Massacre. I’m not kidding. The Old Dark House is currently streaming on AMC+, Criterion Channel, Flix Fling, and Tubi. 1h 10m.
#8. Horror of Dracula (1958)
Hammer Films had been producing X-rated horror and sci-fi content for a while by the time they got around to producing an adaptation of Dracula, but everything they learned from the success of The Curse of Frankenstein they applied tenfold to Dracula. From the subversive opening act to the shockingly graphic (for the time) finale, this film is full of action and excitement, as well as a sexually feral Count played by Christopher Lee for the first time. A Halloween crowd pleaser! Horror of Dracula is available to rent for $4.99 on Amazon Video, Apple TV, Cineplex, Google Play Movies, Microsoft Store, and YouTube. 1h 22m.
#7. The Spiral Staircase (1946)
This RKO classic is another great take on the old dark house subgenre, from noir director Robert Siodmak. A masterpiece of suspense, featuring wonderful production design and dynamite performances from its cast, this movie will draw you in to the world of a mute servant named Helen trapped in a dark manor on a stormy night with a whole cast of lunatics! A forerunner of giallo (no, really!), this classic and classy thriller is not to be missed! The Spiral Staircase is currently streaming on Classix, Flix Fling, and Plex. 1h 23m.
#6. The Fly (1958)
While the 1986 remake may be more well known today, the original rendition of this body horror classic still retains a punch with its central mystery, compelling drama, and traumatic ending. Excellent creature effects and memorable moments like a woman screaming seen through compound eyes cement this as one of the great sci-fi/horror films of its time! The Fly is currently available to rent for $4.99 on Apple TV, Google Play Movies, Microsoft Store, and YouTube. 1h 34m.
#5. Peeping Tom (1960)
While it may come across as fairly tame by today's standards, in 1960 the seminal British horror film Peeping Tom was considered so offensive it single-handedly ended the career of its director, former national treasure Michael Powell. Today, the film still has the power to disturb through its exploration of the relationship between victims, voyeurs, and viewers. Peeping Tom is currently available to stream on Tubi and to rent for $4.99 on Apple TV, Amazon Video, and Microsoft Store. 1h 41m.
#4. Gojira (1954)
Ishiro Honda’s classic giant monster movie, the progenitor of all kaiju and tokusatsu movies to come, is a masterpiece of ingenuity and imagination. But more than that, it’s a powerful statement about the horrors of nuclear war, an angry and relentless funeral dirge mourning for the Japanese lives lost and raging against the American foreign policy that continued to poison Japan with radiation even after the war. Godzilla is an apocalypse personified, the great revenge of the natural world against the hubris of man that has harmed it. But Gojira is also a film about the immense weight of personal and scientific responsibility weighed against the greater good, and its position on the use of weapons of mass destruction is perhaps more nuanced than you’d expect. Don’t let the campy reputation of Godzilla in the West fool you. Clear your mind of that and sit down to watch this powerful black & white epic. Gojira is streaming on Cineverse, Criterion Channel, Midnight Pulp, Plex, and Tubi, and can be rented for $4.99 on Apple TV. 1h 38m.
The American adaptation Godzilla, King of the Monsters! (1956) is also worth a watch, and is available on The Criterion Channel, Plex, Tubi, and to rent on iTunes. 1h 20m.
#3. Cat People (1942)
Cat People is brilliant. The first of Val Lewton’s horror movies for RKO, it best exemplifies his shadow drenched, suggestive, adult, contemporary, and ambiguous brand of horror. Irena is convinced that if she experiences sexual excitement, she will turn into a black panther and kill the man she loves. Her husband is convinced it’s all in her head. What is the truth? Cat People gives the viewer plenty to chew on while being the first horror movie to understand that less is more, that the monster is scarier if you can’t see it, and also how to pull off a jump scare.You can find this absolute classic to stream on Amazon Prime, and to purchase for $9.99 on Apple TV, Google Play Movies, Microsoft and YouTube. 1h 10m.
#2. Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde (1931)
Finally dethroned from the number 1 spot after 265 episodes!
Early on in the first Hollywood horror craze, Paramount Pictures managed to outdo their main competitor Universal with this masterpiece from director Rouben Mamoulian. With a use of sound, visuals, effects, script, and performance far beyond what most films were doing at the time, this adaptation reigns supreme among other versions of the same story. Fredric March utterly inhabits the dual title role, but it’s Miriam Hopkins’ performance that will stick with you in this superb examination of domestic abuse, alcoholism, and the beast that dwells within us.
Currently streaming on the Criterion Channel, and available to rent on Apple TV, Google Play Movies, and YouTube for $4.99. 1h 38m.
#1. Psycho (1960)
It's our new number one! Not a big surprise, as Alfred Hitchcock's Psycho changed the horror genre for decades to come. A low budget thriller based around its two big twists, the film's power is a little muted now that those twists have been thoroughly disseminated through pop culture osmosis, Psycho is still a master class in pacing and tension through its first half, and contains an incredible performance from actor Anthony Perkins.
You can rent Psycho on Amazon Video, Apple TV, Google Play Movies, Microsoft Store, and YouTube for $4.99. 1h 49m.
A new top ten with a new number one! Will Psycho keep its throne as long as Jekyll and Hyde did? Keep listening to Scream Scene to find out!
#podcast#horror#classic horror#scream scene podcast#scream scene#horror film#halloween#top ten#i walked with a zombie#the old dark house#dracula#horror of dracula#the spiral staircase#the fly#peeping tom#gojira#godzilla#cat people#dr. jekyll and mr. hyde#psycho
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For your 1K celebration
👻 rivusa + rain kiss mini-fic
need you to do netflix's job for this one, queen. 🛐🤲
“I saw it in that film Bloom showed us!”
“They didn’t say it would be so goddamn cold.”
“It’s raining, what did you expect?”
Ever since Bloom had began to introduce things from the Other World, each fairy and specialist had gained a different fixation onto something from the human world. From stupid traditions to silly little rituals, there had just been things that they had been deprived of in a world full of magic and powers.
For some goddamn reason that was beyond his understanding, Musa had fixated on movies. From horrors to comedies to thrillers to rom-coms: the boy couldn’t escape them no matter how much he tried. Whether they were just chilling out in his room or it was a planned date night, she would find some way of persuading him to watch another movie she had been given.
It’s just interesting to see how humans showcase emotions, she had told him one day after he had asked. It’s like being inside somebody else’s head without actually…being there. It’s like my powers but nicer.
And he couldn’t exactly deny her after that.
However, he hadn’t expected it to lead to something like this.
His Saturday afternoon was meant to be for their training sessions and a late lunch. But the heavy rain and the fact the majority of the Bastion was flooded kinda dampened the mood on those plans. But Musa had refused to let it ruin the mood, and she had refused to let it cancel their plans.
And now he stood in the pouring rain, his clothes sticking to his body like a second skin, and his eyes watching as Musa tilted her head back towards the skies.
“What exactly did they do in these movies?”
Musa only grinned. “Thought you didn’t care?”
“I don’t,” Riven huffed out in response. “Just wanted to know what the big deal was.”
“Well they dance—”
“Absolutely not.”
She shot him a look. “You’re ruining the experience, Riv.”
He narrowed his eyes at her. “I’m not dancing with you in the rain, Musa.”
She tilted her head. “What about the other things?”
“If they are just as stupid, then my stance stands.”
Musa could only snort as she reached out for the boy, tugging him closer to her as the rain started to come down harder around them. She knew that in a few minutes they would need to head inside to dry up before the cold seeped into them and they woke up with a sniffling cold in the morning—but she didn’t want to let go of the moment just yet.
“And yet you still stand here,” she mused as her arms wrapped around his waist.
“Obviously your fairy power influence,” he stated with a blank face, but she could see the amusement shining in his eyes.
“Obviously,” she murmured as she looked up at him. “And what do I blame on you looking really hot when you’re wet?”
Riven barked out a laugh, hands linked behind her back as he pulled her closer. “That’s just my effect on people. Works even in the rain.”
She rolled her eyes as she lifted herself on her tiptoes, one hand rising to cup his cheek as she pulled him down to meet her lips.
The boy melted into the kiss, the rain pouring down on them and mixing with the sweet taste he only ever associated with her. He could hear the distant sound of thunder and he could feel her body shaking under his touch, but neither one of them could pull away just yet.
“You’re distracting me from how stupid this is,” Riven murmured between kisses, words whispered against her lips before he leaned down to deepen the kiss.
“You like it.”
“Not the point.”
“Fine, I’ll find someone else to kiss in the rain.”
There was a pause as Riven pulled back to glare at her.
“Not funny, Musa. Not funny at all.”
She only grinned in response. “It’s a little funny.”
#ghostie's 1k celebration#rivusa#fate#fate: the winx saga#riven#musa#rivusa fic#rivusa fanfic#rivusa fanfiction#fate fic#fate fanfic#fate fanfiction#fate: the winx saga fic#fate: the winx saga fanfic#fate: the winx saga fanfiction
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Leap Year: A Lost Comedy Classic
RELEASED JAN 11, 1924
Leap Year is a silent comedy film directed by and starring Roscoe "Fatty" Arbuckle, one of the most popular and influential comedians of the early cinema era. The film was produced in 1921, but it was never released in the United States due to Arbuckle's involvement in the Virginia Rappe death scandal, which tarnished his reputation and career. The film received its first release in Finland in 1924, and it finally saw an American release of sorts in 1981.
The film follows the misadventures of Stanley Piper (Arbuckle), a wealthy heir who is in love with his nurse, Phyllis Brown (Mary Thurman). His uncle, Jeremiah Piper (Lucien Littlefield), is a misogynist who wants to keep Stanley away from women, as he believes that Stanley falls in love with every woman he meets. He sends Stanley on a fishing trip, but Stanley ends up getting engaged to three different women: Loris Keene (Harriet Hammond), a movie star; Molly Morris (Gertrude Short), a waitress; and Irene Rutherford (Maude Wayne), a socialite. Stanley tries to get out of his predicaments by faking illnesses and fits, but his plans backfire hilariously. Meanwhile, Phyllis and the other characters find their own romantic interests, leading to a happy ending for everyone.
Leap Year was Arbuckle's first feature film, and it was different from his two-reel shorts in several ways.
Leap Year had a more complex and coherent plot than his shorts, which were mostly based on gags and situations. The film had multiple subplots and characters, and it followed a clear narrative arc. Arbuckle's shorts were more episodic and improvised, and they often ended with a chase or a fight.
Leap Year had more dialogue and intertitles than his shorts, which relied more on visual humor and physical comedy. The film had many witty and sarcastic lines, and it also used some sound effects, such as a phonograph and a telephone. Arbuckle's shorts had fewer and simpler intertitles, and they used music and sound effects sparingly.
Leap Year had more satire and parody than his shorts, which were more slapstick and absurd. The film mocked the Hollywood lifestyle, the celebrity culture, and the social norms of the 1920s. Arbuckle's shorts were more playful and whimsical, and they often spoofed other genres, such as westerns, melodramas, and thrillers.
Leap Year had more romance and sentimentality than his shorts, which were more cynical and anarchic. The film had a happy ending for all the couples, and it showed Arbuckle's softer and sweeter side. Arbuckle's shorts were more edgy and irreverent, and they often showed him as a troublemaker, a womanizer, or a victim of fate.
Leap Year is a showcase of Arbuckle's comedic talents, as he displays his physical agility, facial expressions, and timing. He also co-directed the film with James Cruze, and co-wrote the script with Sarah Y. Mason and Walter Woods. The film features many gags and situations that are typical of the slapstick genre, such as chases, falls, pies, and mistaken identities. The film also parodies the Hollywood lifestyle, as Arbuckle interacts with various celebrities and filmmakers, such as Sidney Bracey, who plays Loris Keene's press agent. The film also has some risqué humor, such as Arbuckle swimming in a full suit and hat, and pretending to be a woman to escape from his fiancées.
VLeap Year is a rare gem that deserves more recognition and appreciation from film fans and historians. It is a testament to Arbuckle's genius and resilience, as he made the film during a difficult time in his life. It is also a reminder of the potential that he had, and the legacy that he left behind. Leap Year is a film that will make you laugh, and also make you wonder what could have been.
#100 years ago#100 years old#slapstick#silent movies#silent era#silent cinema#silent comedy#silent film#fatty arbuckle#roscoe arbuckle#leap year
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Sleeping in the car
Hey, excuse my AWOL, but would you like a random comfort/fluff drabble?
(Sans/Reader, Papyrus is also there)
You’re going home in a car at night after a scary movie, and the ASMR skeleton brother noises is effectively putting you to sleep.
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The car jumps a little, running over a speed bump, waking you a little.
“I MEAN, WHY DIDN’T THEY CALL THE POLICE? I MEAN DON’T HOUSES USUALLY HAVE TELEPHONES? THEY HAD TIME TO GET TO IT BEFORE THE KILLER BROKE IN. I MEAN THAT HOUSE PROBABLY HAS 20 LOCKS IN IT!”
“modern problems? most homes don’t have landlines anymore. everyone’s got smart phones.”
“THEY SHOWED ONE IN THE SCENE BEFORE! AND BESIDES, THEY DID HAVE SMART PHONES.”
“it was dead?”
“A CONTRIVED PLOT POINT. I KNOW PHONES CAN BE TROUBLESOME BUT IT SHOULDN’T HAVE BEEN DEAD BY THEN. IT’S SO ANNOYING!”
Sans shrugged. “i dunno. i liked it. undyne seems to like it too.”
“SHE DID SEEM ENTHUSED WITH THE ON-SCREEN VIOLENCE…”
“plus, isn’t it nice to see snow wolf make it big on the silver screen? he’s killing it in horror and thriller.”
“YE- ….” You can see Papyrus squinting through the rearview mirror. “IF IT WASN’T FOR OUR DEAR HUMAN, I WOULD’VE STEPPED ON THE BRAKES.”
“No no, you should’ve, it would’ve been funny.”
You were invited to watch a movie with the skeletons and the cute couple, but you’d neglected to ask about the movie. When you found out it was a slasher, you foolishly overestimated your fear tolerance, brushing off the concern from your boyfriend. Especially with Undyne’s explosive encouragement, you really did feel like you wouldn’t be scared of a little fake stabbing.
However… it was more suspenseful than your liking. Your knuckles were practically white, gripping onto Sans’ arm while you watched the killer’s shadow move around in the dark. You hated the jumpscares, they always got to you- it’s probably not even that scary but it felt like your soul was fighting to escape your body every time it happened. The concerned looks you got from Sans and Papyrus was very sweet and let you keep up your ‘it’s ok, I’m totally not phased’ lie, but by the end you were practically death-gripping Sans.
You felt so weak walking out of the theater, giving a shaky thumbs up to Undyne, getting some comfort seeing that Alphys seemed quite shaken as well. As soon as you got to the car, you think the terror had taken up enough energy that you were falling asleep as Papyrus pulled out of the parking lot.
You woke up in the middle of Papyrus’ rant, blanketed under Sans’ jacket with a crick in your neck.
“YOU’VE BEEN AWAKE THIS WHOLE TIME?” Papyrus’ brows shoot up. “OR DID MY VOICE WAKE YOU? I’M SORRY-“
“No no, don’t be.” You yawned. “I’m used to your voice, I just got a little cold,”
Sans puts an arm around your shoulders. “jacket not warm enough? you need a warm hug too?” He gives you his best impression of the pleading face emoji, which looks so ridiculous that it startles a laugh out of you.
“I mean. That sounds nice,” you agreed, snuggling into him a little. He really was warmer. It was even better when he pecked your cheek.
“I’LL TURN DOWN THE AC,” Papyrus says as he does just that. “BETTER?”
“Mmm.”
You’re already feeling your eyelids droop again as you lean your head on Sans’ shoulders.
“movie scared the lights out of you huh? need a non-scary nap?”
“No… no ‘m fine…” you reply, even as you feel your eyelids droop further. “Continue, Papyrus. What did you think about the scene in the pool?”
“OH, I ACTUALLY LIKE THAT ONE. THEY KIND OF SUBVERTED THE TROPE OF ‘IDIOT HORROR CHARACTERS’ WHILE STILL… DOING IT? AS SOON AS HE WENT OUT AND SAW THE BODIES IN THE WATER, THAT ACTUALLY GAVE ME A SENSE OF DREAD! AND THEN IT BECOMES A SLAPSTICK COMEDY AS SOON AS HE SEES THE KILLER.”
“maybe you just have a high tolerance to horror. my darling human here,” Sans patted your arm, “was trying to choke me like how sharp-tooth choked billy in the movie.”
You sat up a little. “Was it that bad? I’m sorry,”
“nah nah, i’m pulling your leg- put your head back,” Sans said with a little urgency pulling you back onto his shoulder. Like how a mom would to their sleepy child.
“OH REALLY? I THOUGHT YOU DID WONDERFULLY, HUMAN. YOU WERE BRAVE TO HAVE ENDURED THAT HORROR SHOW!”
“i thought you said it wasn’t scary.��
“IT WAS SCARY HOW BAD IT WAS! I SURE HOPE SNOW WOLF WOULD GET MORE SOPHISTICATED MOVIES IN THE FUTURE. MAYBE A PSYCHOLOGICAL HORROR? THOSE ARE GOOD.”
“I… might need a while before I watch another scary movie.” You laugh tiredly. “I think I’m going to think about the teeth on the… neck…”
You shiver.
“For a while.”
“you’re falling asleep again,” Sans pointed out.
“No… mm…”
Sans’ t-shirt smelled like comfort. So did his jacket. Especially now that you were warmer, you felt… hmm…
“HUMAN, WE’RE NOT GOING TO BE OFFENDED IF YOU’RE SCARED OF SCARY MOVIES OR SLEEPY AT… OH IT’S ALMOST MIDNIGHT.”
“I’ve slept later…!” you object, even as your eyes fall shut.
“yeah, but right now you’re tired, sleepyhead.”
You could only muster a small grumble.
“… don’t worry, i’ll keep you safe from the night terrors.”
You could feel him rubbing your hand with his thumb.
“OH, WE COULD HAVE A LITTLE SLEEPOVER IN THE LIVING ROOM IF THAT’LL MAKE YOU FEEL BETTER?”
…
“they’re smiling, i think that’s a yes.”
#not ice wolf bc lets say hes his brother dshds#for some reason i imagine him doing something more relaxing#fluff#i forgot what i tagged my fluff as here#throws this out#i wrote this for comfort and writer's block combat
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(uhhh fuckin, wano act 2 spoilers, idk. i dont typically liveblog on tumblr. im at 943 rn.)
rarghhhhhhhh ok so. im not even done with the episode at this point but everything is going so bad for everyone except the strawhats, who are actively in battle so we'll fuckin see. the heart pirates... basil fucking hawkins i want his HEAD he's so fucking CRUEL and just... ugh the CRUELTY on display coming from kaido et al. kid and killer.... like... dude..... fucking KILLER..... i knew i recognized that face (from tumblr, not from the fascinating masked man) and just. oh g-d. oh that is the WORST thing. orochi and kaido steal your dignity and your pride and they are just... so fucking awful.
there's a theme all across one piece of luffy, freedom, vs. a controlling force trying to kill or control more. we know this. within this is luffy going against someone who controls others' specific actions, makes people do what they don't want to do. in thriller bark, dressrosa, and now in wano, (and also others but listen idr) the problem society faces is that someone is taking over their bodies. im putting a pin on connecting thriller bark to these two (short answer: its about someone changing how you're seen) but. i mean we know the connection between dressrosa and wano. we're all one piece fans here.
the POINT is. orochi and doflamingo and kaido and such are powerful people specifically in their ability to remove people's individual free will. doffy takes away movement and narrative/how one is perceived, orochi and kaido take away people's means of living (food) and means of expression (the fucking smile fruit). SMILE makes me so damn mad in a way that doffy's actions never quite did, because it is truly removing a person's... communication, essentially. the way they are seen and can connect with the world is, even if orochi and kaido are dead and gone, forever altered. they're always laughing, but the people fed SMILE who didn't get an animal are silenced. the truth of their lives is hidden and even if they try to explain anything, SMILE essentially scrambled the social signal to such an extent that the message can't go through properly. it's a terrifying thing, to not only be unable to express the emotions you want to, but to be wholly unable to express anything BUT joy. SMILE doesn't just make them laugh and smile, it- either directly or as a ripple effect/coping mechanism- changes how people talk about things, makes people sound optimistic, take things lightly, and overall reduce any weight to their words. they're seen as fools when all they are are victims with their mouths taped shut. and i fucking HATE it.
which brings me to killer.
im just seething with rage tbh. killer's identity has been shattered. the things he cares about have been removed. eating a SMILE, losing his mask- he lost his dignity and his pride and it just hurts to look at. he... has been changed to such a degree. they even changed his fucking name (i think??? at least like... the common name others use for him.) i want him to never smile again if thats what he wants.
AND ALSO THEYRE BEING TAUNTED AND TORTURED AND THATS JUST. REALLY FUCKING MEAN.
i see. now. why wano is like... very much so... of COURSE the place where luffy ends up. and i think. from what ive gathered on this here website. of course wano is where gear 5 happens. they NEED that freedom. luffy save me. luffy. save me luffy.
i have like... 140 episodes left of this arc? im emotional? things will progress to such an extent? one piece is good and wano is weird? prolonged laughter is very uncomfortable to listen to? wahoo.
#grin talk#now the question is whether or not i post this.#it isnt. a meta. to be clear. my metas are more thought out. this is a ramble and a cry for help (im fine but. the guys are Not)#i just like.... ugh this arc... is. whole cake didnt hit me but wano IS. im being AFFECTED.#its a ''shit gets real'' arc i suppose.#also uhhhh idk what to tag but if you're reading/watching OP and youre not at act 2 of wano kindly... step away from this post#but do come closer. i have other thoughts. the luffy leadership essay still needs to be written.#waugh
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Hi :D
Could you do Bofur for #99? (And maybe a bit of background Nori/Bofur?) I think that would be interesting :D
Anon, THANK YOU SO MUCH for giving me a prompt that I then held onto for about a year and a half. 😅 However, if you are still here, I do hope you enjoy. This turned out to be a very INTENSE project and I enjoyed the challenge.
#99: Bofur leaves for a few weeks/months and when they come back they act...possessed.
A Golden Nightmare
Rating: T
Warnings: Thriller Vibes; Canon-Typical Violence
Words: 7230
Bilbo felt…lost. The muted grays around him seemed to swirl and blur at the edges making him feel dizzy. In fact, he wasn’t sure where to lay blame for the pounding in his head. That or the voices whispering one over the other. Calling out to him, no not him, something…precious. Mine, mine, mine! Bilbo’s eyes flew open as he ripped the ring from his finger.
Sweat dripped down his forehead as he leaned back against the cool stone. Closing his eyes again, he tried to ease his nausea by focusing in on his harsh breathing that he slowly was able to even out. When he felt stable, his gaze drifted down to the piece of gold held tightly in his fist. Something was horribly wrong. He’s felt uncomfortable wearing his little trinket before, but it’s never been like this. And the funny part was, he didn’t even remember why he put it on this time.
Tears stabbed at his eyes as he tried to choke back the emotion wanting to bubble out of his throat. It was happening. Everyone had assumed he was immune to the pull. That hobbits clearly weren’t susceptible to such sickness. However, there had always been a prickle of doubt, especially when he had held onto the Arkenstone for so long. What if Bilbo carried the same disease of the mind as his husband, and it’s just taken this long for the gold to truly have an effect? Before he could fall into despair over this revelation, voices sounded in the corridor pushing him deeper into the alcove in order to hide from view.
“What do you mean you can’t find him?”
Bilbo peeked out just slightly to see Thorin pacing agitatedly.
“You know how he is, little bugger is slippery when he wants to be.” Nori grumbled.
“Take care of how you speak! That’s the Consort you’re talking about.” Thorin snarled, surprising both Bilbo and Nori.
It was after several moments of silence that Thorin came back to himself, shaking his head.
“I’m sorry. That was uncalled for.”
“Thorin, it’s me. Your Spymaster, your friend. What’s wrong?” Nori demanded, his arms crossed.
The king shook his head as he went back to pacing.
“I’m worried about him.” He admitted softly. “Bilbo’s been suffering such horrible nightmares lately. He won’t talk about them, but he wakes in the night screaming and crying and no amount of comfort seems to ease his burden.”
“How long has this been going on for?” Nori asked gently.
“Two weeks.” Thorin groaned, running a hand through his graying locks. “I feel like I’ve tried everything. I’ve sang to him, gotten up to make him tea, held him tight and yet…what?”
Nori had dropped his hands, staring at Thorin in something akin to fear had it been anyone else.
“Two weeks?” He repeated. “Two weeks exactly?”
“I don’t remember, Nori.” Thorin complained. “What does it matter?”
“Bofur got back exactly two weeks ago.”
“And that matters because…?”
Nori turned away rubbing his hand over his beard. Bilbo had never seen the dwarf look so agitated which honestly was causing cold to creep down his spine. This conversation had taken a most uncomfortable turn for the eavesdropper, but he found he couldn’t leave it either. He needed to know Nori’s thoughts. Perhaps it would be the answer to his problem.
“Bofur was delayed by three weeks. Three weeks, Thorin. And the Iron Hills’ dwarves said he had finished negotiations with them and was on his way back to Erebor well before that.”
“Perhaps he got lost.” Thorin shrugged.
“Bofur? With his stone sense?” Nori barked out a bitter laugh. “Not likely. Besides, he’s made that journey many times before. There’s something else too. He’s not…himself. I can’t remember the last time I’ve seen him smile, he constantly brushes me off or acts annoyed, and he has this fixated look about him like he’s searching for something but doesn’t know what that could be.”
Thorin tilted his head before slowly reaching out to give Nori’s shoulder a squeeze.
“I don’t want to be insensitive but could this be in regards to your…arrangement?”
Bilbo had to cover his mouth to stop himself from gasping as Nori shoved Thorin against the wall with a knife at his throat.
“I may not have a traditional relationship, but how dare you insinuate he would leave me. What do you know?”
The silence stretched on much longer this time. The tension thick in the air as Thorin stared down at the seething dwarf with a grim look. Nori’s face went through a mixture of different facets before settling on shock and shame.
“I don’t know what came over me.” He apologized, sheathing the blade and dropping his head. “I’m sorry, My King.”
Thorin huffed a sigh.
“I think…the stress of dealing with our respective partners is getting to us.”
“And if not? If there’s something…nefarious afoot?” He asked softly.
Thorin flinched, but the fire of a warrior shined brightly still in his blue eyes.
“Then find it so we can crush it.”
Bilbo waited until he could no longer hear their retreating footsteps before he allowed himself to sink to the stone floor. His mind was reeling, and his eyes naturally traced the smooth surface of his ring. Was there something dark at home in their mountain? Strangely enough, it was a thought that didn’t fill him with dread like it should. Instead it was a burning, jealous desire to protect that which was his. His precious. And it was at that moment that Bilbo realized he needed help from an outside source. It was time to call for Gandalf.
***
The climb to the rookery was chilly with the threat of winter upon the mountain, but inside was kept warm and toasty. Roäc, son of Carc, was the official Chief of the Ravens for the King and by extent, the Consort. However, Bilbo had grown fond of Kuë, his mate, and it was her feet that swept down onto his arm, affectionately nipping at his curls.
“Consort.” She greeted.
“Kuë, I have a very special mission for you.” He began, as he tied his message onto her leg.
“Whom do I seek?” She hummed.
“Gandalf, the wandering wizard.”
“Tharkun usually cannot be found if he doesn’t wish to be.”
“I know.” Bilbo sighed, his fingers in her feathers shaking slightly. “But I don’t know what to do if you can’t.”
She cooed and rubbed her head against Bilbo’s own before hopping on the sill, shaking out her wings.
“Don’t worry Bilbo. I’ll find the Gray Pilgrim.”
She gave him one more affectionate nip before Bilbo threw open the shutters, and Kuë became nothing more than a dark shape against the sky. Bilbo stood there for a long time, watching her form disappear, and eventually just staring out at the wide world below. He tried not to dwell on Thorin and Nori’s conversation, but just the reminder of their names sent a sharp spike into his chest, his fingers drifting down to the smooth, warm gold in his pocket. A tear slipped down his cheek before he could stop it. She had to find Gandalf. The wizard had to know what was wrong with him. He had to be able to fix this.
There was a crash behind him, and the ravens started to caw and shift, unnerved. Bilbo spun around though to find none other than Bofur. He forced a smile to his face, ready to greet his friend when the words paused on his tongue. Bofur looked sick. His eyes were sunken in dark shadows, his skin sallow and weak. Yet, he moved with a fervor. As if he were searching for something.
“He has this fixated look about him like he’s searching for something but doesn’t know what that could be.”
Bilbo gulped and took a nervous step back, his fist tightening around the ring. All of a sudden, Bofur looked up, as a predator sensing his prey.
“Do you have it, Halfling?” He snapped.
“I’m sorry?” Bilbo gasped, caught off-guard by it being Bofur’s voice, but it didn’t sound like Bofur.
“You must! You’ve had it this whole time! YOU LITTLE RAT!”
Bilbo immediately thought of his little ring, and he could feel it bite into his skin from how hard he clutched it. He pulled away from the demented dwarf. He had to get away. Bofur couldn’t have it. It was his. His precious. Bofur made a lunge for him, and the ravens immediately swooped down to Bilbo’s defense. It was all the opening Bilbo needed to slip the ring on his finger, and disappear.
***
The ravens relayed the exchange to the King, and Thorin was enraged. While he still felt a certain level of loyalty to a Company member, attacking Bilbo was inexcusable. There was currently a kingdom-wide hunt for Bofur, alive, most certainly. However, Bilbo watched the way Bifur, Bombur, and Nori shrunk away from the order, and furthermore, the miner was very popular in his guild. Bilbo doubted they were going to find him, and the dark cloud hanging above Erebor now seemed to choke the life of its people. Very unflattering comparisons of Thorin were made to his predecessor, and the seed of guilt buried itself deeper into his heart.
Bilbo paced back and forth in the sitting room of his suite. He had all but been ordered to remain in his rooms, and he felt like he was about to go insane. He needed to do something. Find Bofur, talk some sense into him, or at the very least be on the lookout for Kuë and Gandalf. Bilbo’s fingers brushed against the smooth golden treasure hidden deep in his overcoat’s pocket, and he closed his eyes tight to resist putting it on and going wherever he liked. Heaving a heavy sigh, he ran his free hand through his hair.
“Whatever am I going to do?”
“You can start with giving me the ring.”
Bilbo’s eyes snapped up at the same time he pulled his sword free from the scabbard of his belt. Dwalin’s self-defense lessons were paying off as he kept Bofur, or at least the creature wearing his friend’s face at a distance. He still looked sickly and pale. In fact, he almost looked like he had aged overnight, his eyes having a milky quality to them. But there was something more controlled in his posture this time which honestly made Bilbo even more anxious.
“How did you get in here?” He demanded.
‘Bofur’ smirked. “This dwarf has a sense about him. He can hear the stones, and I was able to find a back passageway that led me straight to you.”
Bilbo’s heart sunk as he realized his assessment was correct. This wasn’t Bofur.
“I could scream right now.” He declared. “And the guards would swarm you before you could even touch me.”
“But you won’t.” ‘Bofur’ countered, looking unimpressed. “So why don’t we save us both the headache, and you hand over what’s in your pocket right now?”
Bilbo snarled as his hand tightened around the ring to the point where it was painful. If this thing thought for one second that he would part with his precious. A single tear rolled down his cheek. Why did it have such a hold on him?
“You’ve done something? Haven’t you? Cursed the mountain or something.” He accused.
A wild grin spread across ‘Bofur’s’ face.
“No, stupid Halfling. My magic may be aggravating it, but you have no idea what it is you actually hold there. Its powers are so much greater than being able to disappear. Now, you can give it to me. Or I can take it from your lifeless corpse!”
‘Bofur’ lunged for him, and Bilbo immediately slipped on the ring, blending with the shadows. The crazed look had returned as he searched the room, trying to discover Bilbo’s hiding place.
“IT’S ONLY GOING TO GET WORSE!” He raved. “This kingdom of filthy, greedy dwarves will burn. You think the goldsickness of Thror’s line was bad? That ring you carry will have them all slaughtering each other for control of it, SLAUGHTERING YOU! Why I bet your king is just itching to get his hands back around your throat…”
Bilbo covered his mouth, trying to contain the sob tearing through his chest as he closed his eyes against the vile words spoken from the mouth of a friend. And yet, as much as his heart warred, he could see the truth in it. He saw Thorin and Nori once more, prepared to slit each other’s throats over a few simple words. If this ring was in fact the cause…it couldn’t stay here, he couldn’t stay here. Because as much as he loved Thorin, he couldn’t bear to part with his…Bilbo’s eyes flew open as something strong and unbending settled inside him. His glare settled on the golden band on his middle finger before yanking it off.
When ‘Bofur's’ eyes settled on him, Bilbo met it, cool and calculating. Exactly how the Consort of Erebor should be.
“The dwarf whose body you inhabit, is he still in there?” He demanded.
The dwarf’s eyes narrowed, almost looking confused by Bilbo’s question.
“Does Bofur still exist, or should I kill you where you stand, Spector?”
“He’s still here…” It finally growled.
“Then I have a counteroffer for you. Tell me where to meet you, and I will deliver the ring directly to you. But only if you release Bofur back to us.”
The dwarf narrowed his eyes as if trying to suss out the way Bilbo was attempting to trick him before a cruel grin stole across his face.
“You have nothing to bargain with, Halfling. I can slit your throat in the night here or on the road and take it. What makes you think I need you?”
Bilbo smirked. “You don’t. I know I’m expendable, but the thing is: I’ve already written to Gandalf to come to Erebor.”
‘Bofur’s’ face fell, turning an even sicker shade of gray. Probably recalling the moment he caught Bilbo in the rookery.
“I’ve evaded you this long. You know it won’t be that easy to kill the Consort inside his own Mountain while in possession of the ring. And when Gandalf gets here? Then you’ve lost your chance completely. On the other hand, I can accompany you willingly and secret this ring right under his nose. It’s your choice.”
The dwarf growled, as his milky eyes burned with hatred. “I do not fear Gandalf Greyhame.”
“Then I suppose we’ve reached a stalemate.”
Bilbo moved to slip the ring back on, and ‘Bofur’ jumped, reaching out to stop him. Bilbo quirked a brow as he held the ring a hair-breadth away from his finger. The glare Bilbo received was thunderous.
“Fine. Have it your way.” He spat. “We leave in the dead of night.”
“And where are we going?” Bilbo demanded. “After all, you must give me some insurance.”
‘Bofur’ hesitated before giving a single word in response, slipping back through the secret passage. The air expelled from Bilbo’s body in a shaky sigh as his knees wobbled. He didn’t know if he could actually follow through with this. This possessing entity scared him, and he was certain it would have no qualms about killing him. Bilbo was going to have to play this perfectly. His bluff about Gandalf bought him some time, although he hoped with all his heart that was the truth. And the mere idea of giving up his golden trinket had his head pounding in protest. But he had to do it. For Bofur, for Erebor, for Thorin, and even for himself.
As quickly as he could, Bilbo wrote two letters. One to Thorin, apologizing profusely for making this decision without him and reminding him of just how much Bilbo loved him should the worst happen. The second letter was to Nori, promising not to come back without Bofur healthy and hale, as well as telling him their location. Rhûn. The Sea of Rhûn. He hid them both in his desk knowing as soon as it was realized he was gone, Thorin would have the room inspected with a fine-tooth comb. He needed to buy them a little bit of a headstart after all, or else the spector wouldn’t release Bofur.
After that, he immediately went to work packing a bag for the trip. There was something bitter in the sense that he had always hoped his next journey would be after Thorin retired so they could travel the world together. Instead, he was sneaking to the barracks to rob their soldiers of cram and jerky coming to terms with the fact that he most likely wouldn’t be eating well.
From there, he had one more stop to make, and it broke his heart to even consider it. Thorin’s years on the road just made him too light a sleeper. Taking some herbs from Oin’s store, Bilbo began to make a pot of tea contemplating how far beyond the realms of trust he was taking this. He didn’t think Thorin would ever forgive him, as he wiped the falling tears off his cheeks. However, he played the part well enough, and he was certain it was Thorin’s lack of sleep that contributed to his dulled suspicions. After Thorin had drunk enough of the herbs that he would soon be asleep for the remainder of the night, he couldn’t stop himself from cuddling Thorin’s head. The tea clattered to the ground as Thorin’s bleary blue eyes struggled to remain focused on him.
“Ukradê (my greatest heart)...why…?” Thorin breathed.
“It’s my fault, Thorin. And I can fix it. I can make it all better, and I don’t expect you to understand or…f-forgive me. But I have to do this. I can’t be responsible for Erebor burning again. So I hope this isn’t goodbye, but if it is, please know…you have made me the happiest hobbit in the world. Astû dulelê. (You were my dream of all dreams.)”
And Bilbo meant that. Even if he could feel the weight of his little ring in his pocket. As if it could remind him of his love for it as well. He leaned in to kiss Thorin feeling his husband’s lips go slack as he finally succumbed to sleep. It was at that point that Bilbo finally allowed his sobs to escape. He cuddled into Thorin’s chest, crying over a future they may not have anymore until he couldn’t wait any longer. It was time for him to leave.
The Spector was, of course, quick to mock his plight, and wearing his friend’s grin, it made Bilbo even more irritable.
“Did you promise the dwarf king you’d write?”
“Didn’t really see the point. I figured my errand wouldn’t take long.” Bilbo snarked before turning to saddle his pony.
“No it won’t, but that doesn’t mean you’ll return from it, Halfling.”
Bilbo should never have turned his back on ‘Bofur’. He assumed it was the dwarf’s mattock splitting his head in two, but that was all the time he had to reason on it as he was unconscious before he even hit the ground.
***
When Bilbo awoke, his first reaction was surprise as waking anywhere but Yavanna’s Gardens seemed out of the realm of possibility. However, the splitting headache, the nausea from the gentle sway and bounce of his ride, and the horse hair tickling his nose indicated he was very much alive. However, that wasn’t the strange part. What caught his attention the most was the rising sun hitting his eyes…but it wasn’t the direction they were headed.
“We’re going south…” He slurred.
“Still alive then, Halfling?”
Bilbo jerked himself into a sitting position, only to pull at the ropes holding his hands to the saddle horn. His head shot pain at the movement at the same time his stomach gave a mighty lurch. He was spilling the contents of his stomach off to the side before passing out once more. When he awoke again, the sun was much higher in the sky which certainly wasn’t helping with his headache, but at least his stomach felt stronger.
“You could have just killed me…but you didn’t.” Bilbo accused, his tongue feeling too big for his mouth.
“You’ve inconvenienced me enough that I thought you would make a nice snack for the orcs.”
Panic began to set in as he realized it had nothing to do with Bofur potentially fighting his way back in control.
“We’re not going to Rhûn.” He stated weakly.
“No, I’m afraid your dwarves that you forewarned for back-up will not make it in time to assist you. We ride for Dol Guldur, Halfling.”
Dol Guldur. Where only foul things reside now. Gandalf having explained the fight for his life at the same time he regrettably informed Thorin of Thrain’s demise. Bilbo started pulling at the ropes around his wrists, hissing when the tight bonds chafed at the skin.
“Accept your fate and relax.” The Spector grinned back at him from where Bilbo’s pony was tied to the back of his pony’s saddle. “I’m not about to let you escape from me.”
Bilbo wondered if he had already removed the ring from Bilbo’s person which really stirred him up before he slumped over as his headache became too much. Bilbo tried twisting to press his side up against the pony to see if he could feel the imprint, but couldn’t be certain. A scream tore its way from him which had the Spector snapping at him to be quiet. Bilbo snarled wanting to scream for help at the top of his lungs in spite. However, he knew they had to be too far south of Esgaroth for there to be another living soul that could help him. Otherwise he was certain he would be gagged as well as bound.
Bilbo’s head hit the neck of his pony in defeat causing the poor beast to startle. Getting thrown from the pony probably wouldn’t improve his situation any, but he thought it might at least inconvenience the Spector. If only his head wasn’t hurting so much he might be able to think of a plan. One that got rid of these stupid ropes! Bilbo bit down on them in frustration only to feel some of the sinew snap away. Bilbo paused for a moment, before renewing his efforts with full vigor. It was slow going, and his jaw aching after a few hours of it with little progress, but he couldn’t give up. Every time he snapped through another twine, he tested his bonds. Looser, but not quite there yet. In need of a break, he decided to engage with the entity.
“So what is it, exactly?” He croaked, starting to wish he had access to his waterskin. “The ring I mean.”
‘Bofur’ chuckled darkly. “An ancient artifact of great power is all you need to know.”
“And why Bofur? Why did you take my friend?”
“He was simply in the wrong place at the wrong time. I had thought long and hard about the events following the reclamation of Erebor. Even gold tainted with dragon stink shouldn’t have caused the dwarf king to lose his mind. Not that fast at least. And then there was Azog making his march on the mountain along with Thranduil who hadn’t left his woods in nearly a century…I was fairly certain of what the mountain held. Then it was just a matter of getting a hold of someone who could get me inside.”
Bilbo was afraid he was going to be sick again. His ring was what caused Thorin’s rapid descent into gold sickness? No, it couldn’t be true. This thing had to be lying to him…for some reason. ‘Bofur’ gave a cough, and Bilbo was able to focus his blurring vision on the slumped figure in the saddle ahead of him.
“You promised you would let him go.” Bilbo reminded.
“And so I will.” The Spector rasped. “As soon as my retrieving party reaches us, I’ll flee the dwarf’s body for good.”
“You mean as soon as your orcs tear Bofur apart.” Bilbo growled.
“You’re not as stupid as you act, Halfling.”
Bilbo pulled frantically at his bonds again with renewed fervor, only to slump over when the dizziness persisted. It still didn’t make sense. Why have a prisoner at all? That’s when a thought occurred to him.
“You can’t touch it. Can you?”
“I most certainly can. And I’ve heard Aulë’s children possess a certain level of hardiness when it comes to objects of magical origins. But this body is wearing out too quickly, and I don’t trust the orcs with it. So like it or not, I need you to bear the Ring for just a little longer.”
Bilbo’s mind was racing with the information, only having nowhere to put it. Nothing helped! For the first time in his life, he didn’t have an idea. Of course, the mind numbing pain at the back of his skull certainly didn’t help any. Gleaning all that he felt he could from the Spector, Bilbo leaned forward to tear at his ropes some more. He must have fallen asleep, for the next moment he was aware, the sun was just about set, and they had stopped for the night.
He groggily forced himself to sit back up only to feel a knife at his throat.
“Don’t make any sudden moves.” The Spector warned.
He fumbled at the knot holding Bilbo’s hands to the saddle, sneering at the hobbit’s attempts at freedom. He loosened the hold just enough to get around the horn before pulling his bonds tightly around his wrists again. Bilbo hissed as it aggravated his bruised and torn skin. The knife was put away, and Bilbo was bodily dragged out of the saddle, and thrown to the ground. Before he could get his bearings, a new set of rope started to tighten around his ankles. Satisfied that Bilbo wasn’t going anywhere, the Spector started rummaging through their packs. A waterskin was held to his lips, and Bilbo didn’t care how demeaning it was, he drank greedily. Same went for when a bit of cram was held to his mouth, but he couldn’t eat more than a few pieces before his stomach protested again.
The Spector laughed at his misfortune, but left him alone, believing Bilbo to be completely helpless at this point. It certainly wasn’t far from the truth, but he seemed to forget something rather important on Bilbo’s person. And now that Bilbo was in a better position to search for it, he dug deep into his pockets, sighing in relief when his fingers rested on it. He had to resist the urge to slip it on right that second as invisibility certainly wouldn’t help with his bonds. Still, he certainly felt better clutching it in his hand. Evil or not, it wasn’t like the ring had ever harmed Bilbo…in fact, it seemed rather fond of him. His precious would assist him like it always did. And then Bofur would pay…
A steady stream of curses had Bilbo looking up at the dwarf. His eyes couldn’t make out very much in the dark, but a familiar caw had him looking skyward.
“Kuë…” He mumbled in relief.
“Your dwarves aren’t as stupid as I thought.” The Spector growled as the raven gave another caw of reassurance before backtracking north. “We ride again, Halfling.”
Determination set inside Bilbo. Thorin or Nori or Gandalf or all the above were out there right now, riding to save him. The least he could do is buy them some more time. He tensed, waiting for just the right moment. As soon as the Spector was within range, Bilbo kicked out at his knees. The dwarf gave a cry, stumbling, and Bilbo used the momentum to hook behind his ankles to make sure he went down. As soon as he landed, Bilbo rolled over on top of him, his hands surrounding the dwarf’s throat as he squeezed. Bofur struggled beneath him at first before slumping in defeat, a wide grin on his face.
“I suppose doing this for your friend…it was all for nothing then.” Bofur wheezed, alternating between trying to laugh and hacking in protest. “I told you…Halfling…”
Horror swept through his body. What was he doing? He was going to kill Bofur! And all because…he looked at the ring still clutched tightly in his hand. An outline of the band already forming a mark pressed into Bofur’s throat. Sensing his hesitation, the Spector grabbed him by his shirt front, flipping them over. Panic tore through his very being as Bofur landed one punch, making Bilbo see stars. He knew the next one was going to send him back into unconsciousness. Maybe that’s why he did what he did next. After all, it made no logical sense. He could only vaguely recall the Spector’s point about dwarves and the ring after all. He just knew he still really wanted to kill Bofur, and he didn’t want the ring anywhere near him because of it. So as Bofur’s punch came down towards Bilbo, he slipped his little golden band, the very one he clinged to so tightly, onto the dwarf’s other hand.
There was a burst of light, and the Spector started screaming. Bilbo heard, more than saw, the ponies get spooked and bolted. He could find himself to care. He watched the still form of the Spector laid out before him, and slowly began to crawl his way towards him. Each little movement caused a fresh wave of pain to bloom behind his eyelids. However, he was determined. He barely even registered as Bofur seemed to deage before him back to the dwarf he knew and loved. He didn’t even consider the dagger in the dwarf’s belt to free himself. He didn’t stop until he reached his hand, pulling the ring free.
“Mine.” He groaned happily, before collapsing and passing out once more.
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Bilbo. Bilbo, wake up. BILBO!
The hobbit gave a mighty groan before slowly peeling his eyes open. From the fading darkness, he reasoned it was just a few hours before dawn.
“Bilbo? Are you with me?”
Bilbo gasped sharply as he immediately tried to scoot away from that voice.
“Whoa, whoa! Hey! It’s me. Bilbo, it’s really me this time.”
Bilbo looked up into the dark eyes and easy smile of his friend, but he couldn’t find any hint of deception. It was really and truly Bofur.
“Thank Mahal.” Bilbo groaned as he lay his head back on the ground.
“Bilbo…what you did…I don’t know if I can ever thank you enough.” Bofur admitted, his voice wobbling.
Bilbo smiled as he reached out, with his thankful unbound hands now, and gave Bofur’s arm a squeeze.
“Don’t mention it.”
Bofur laughed wetly. “No, I will. For every day and beyond. I figure Thorin’s most likely going to have my head for this, but I get to die as me and that’s just…”
Bofur immediately burst into sobs, and Bilbo forced his aching body up so he could pull Bofur into a hug. He knew his friend was upset, but he could only feel relief. Relief in knowing it was finally over.
The sound of pounding feet and what Bilbo immediately recognized as a warg cry had them both stiffening. Bofur got to his feet, pulling Bilbo along with him. Only as soon as he was upright, Bilbo felt like swooning. The ache at the back of his head hadn’t lessened any, and the swelling around his left eye from Bofur’s punch seemed as if it were pulsing.
“Run.” Bilbo ordered the dwarf.
Bofur looked down at him sharply.
“They won’t kill me. The Spector possessing you told me as much. Now, run! Kuë was here. The Erebor army can’t be far behind. Tell them what happened.”
Bofur shook his head. “I’m not leaving you.”
“I can barely stand, and you’re in no position to carry me. There’s no sense in dying for me!”
Bofur gave him a bitter smirk. “No sense, but plenty of honor. You’ve lived with us long enough to know that.”
Another howl was released. This one, much closer. Bofur’s brows knit together before slinging Bilbo’s arm over his shoulder and dragging him bodily towards the tree line. Bilbo tried to protest, especially when sweat began to build on Bofur’s forehead and his panting came sharper, but the stubborn dwarf was determined. As soon as they reached the first tree, Bofur began to boost Bilbo up into it. Bilbo groaned as it took all his energy not to tumble backwards.
“Bofur…I can’t…”
“You can. And you will. Get as high up there as you can, and then use the ring to hide yourself.”
Bilbo gave a jolt, hugging his ring tighter to himself when he heard the dwarf talk about it, which in turn gave him the energy to get settled on the first branch.
“What about you?” Bilbo asked.
“I’m going to draw them off.”
Before Bilbo could protest, Bofur gave him a wink and a large grin. And somehow it struck something deep inside him. It was such a Bofur-like thing to do. Any trace of doubt that he still clung to was gone, and Bilbo found himself reaching out for his friend. Knowing this could very well be the last time they ever see each other. And then Bofur was running. Bilbo followed the dwarf with his eyes as the sun finally started to stretch its first rays. Then the first warg tore through the treeline after him.
“NO!” Bilbo shouted as he felt a tug on his foot.
He looked down to see a sneering orc face looking back. Bilbo kicked him in the face with his other foot, but that didn’t stop the next orc from taking its place. Adrenaline coursed through Bilbo’s body giving him the strength to climb higher out of the orcs’ reach.
“Come on down, Halfling. We promise we won’t hurt you.” One of them cackled.
“Perhaps we just cut the whole tree down?” The next one teased.
“Our master wants him untouched and unspoiled…for now.”
Their attempts to lasso him out of the tree with rope and chain nearly had him slipping and falling the rest of the way down. His heart was pounding so harshly, and his ring sang to him to use it. Even though there was no reason to. His luck could not last forever though, and his hand became tangled in one of their attempts to get him down. Bilbo cried out as he was pulled from the tree, only to land in the arms of the orcs below.
Bilbo struggled with all his might as his arms were crushed against his chest, the remainder of the rope used to bind his other wrist.
“What if I just take a finger? Surely he won’t be missing that…”
“Or one of his pointed ears. What if he’s mostly intact?”
Bilbo could feel the hot, putrid breath of his captors against his cheek and neck and he just knew at any moment, this would be it. He would be mutilated beyond recognition and then dragged bodily before the Spector. In the end, that possessing entity would win. There was a ‘twarp’ before silence reigned around them. One of the orcs fell over dead. An Elvish arrow sticking out of its head. There was a series of confused orc noises before one of them slung Bilbo over its shoulder, prepared to make a run for it. A dwarven handaxe cut straight through the air and into its back. Bilbo went rolling away as the orc collapsed. He turned his head just in time to see his family joining the fray. Kili and Tauriel dancing around each other with their short swords, Dwalin slicing through any orc neck he could find with his axe, and then…there was Thorin. Tears slid down his face as he slumped in relief.
The moment their eyes met, Thorin hacked through the remaining orc in his way before leaving the fight to the remainder of their rescue party, which of course didn’t last long. Sliding on his knees, he pulled Bilbo into his arms kissing his face all over. Although, he left the swollen side of his face alone after Bilbo hissed in pain.
“I’m so beyond angry at you right now.” Thorin confessed, his blue eyes like blocks of frozen ice. “You don’t ever make decisions like that without me again. We are One now, Azyungel (Love of all loves).”
Bilbo leaned his head against Thorin’s chest, taking comfort from his husband where he could get it.
“Please…tell me it worked at least.”
Thorin gave Bilbo a nice, long lingering kiss as he sliced through the rope holding Bilbo’s hand with his knife. It was almost too much compared to how he had been treated for the last twenty-four hours.
“Yes. As soon as you both left, it was like a veil was lifted. But ghivashel (treasure of all treasures)...”
“Bofur!” Bilbo suddenly cried out. “Thorin, he tried to protect me! Please tell me that he didn’t…”
“Nah, I’m still here, you stubborn hobbit.”
Bilbo looked over to see Bofur limping his way, leaning all his weight on Nori. Other than a bleeding bandage around his leg, Bofur seemed fine. Bofur nodded at Bilbo’s assessment.
“Aye, bugger caught me in its teeth. Probably would have had my leg torn clean off if it wasn’t for…”
Nori tightened his hold around Bofur looking uncharacteristically vulnerable as he buried his head in Bofur’s neck, kissing on his collarbone. Bofur pulled Nori into him tightly, closing his eyes, as he buried his nose in the other dwarf’s locks. Something about the rare display of affection between the duo had Bilbo’s heart swelling.
“Bofur.” Thorin “I owe you an apology.”
“No.” Bofur immediately denied, his mouth pulled into a straight line. “My King, I…that thing meant to harm Bilbo. I would have done the same…if it meant keeping the ones I loved safe.”
Thorin nodded, but Bilbo could see the relief bleeding through him, especially when his hold on Bilbo lessened just slightly.
“All these orcs have the same symbol. A white hand on their breastplates.” Dwalin assessed kicking at an orc carcass. “Does that mean anything to you, Wizard?”
“It means we have a new enemy I did not foresee.”
Bilbo gasped as Gandalf came into view, only to cry out in happiness as Kuë swept down to land on Thorin’s shoulder. She nipped lightly at Bilbo’s curls.
“I was able to find the Grey Pilgrim, my Consort. And it seems just in time.”
“You did well, Kuë.” He beamed. “But how did you find us so quickly. My note…”
“Aye, well we weren’t just going to take the word of some possessing demon now, were we?” Nori interrupted, rolling his eyes. “I thought you had better sense about you.”
Bofur shushed him with a kiss to his cheek.
“We sent a raven to scout ahead.” Thorin took over. “But when it became apparent that there was no sign of anyone passing that direction, we sent scouts out all over. That got us following you south, and it wasn’t until we reached just beyond the borders of Esgaroth that we found Gandalf.”
The wizard’s eyes were twinkling, but his words were solemn. “You never cease to surprise me, my friend. Although I wish this adventure had treated you better.”
“Gandalf.” Bilbo started, finding a knot forming in his throat. “Am I sick?”
Thorin pressed a kiss to Bilbo’s head, but Gandalf just shook his head sadly.
“No, but I don’t think you should be holding onto such cursed objects anymore, Bilbo Baggins.”
Gandalf produced a seemingly innocent box, holding it out before him. All of a sudden, Bilbo’s entire demeanor changed. He struggled out of Thorin’s grip, clutching the ring tightly in his grip.
“Why should I have to give it up?” He demanded. “I’ve been keeping it safe all this time. Do you think you could do any better, Wizard?”
Gandalf’s brows knit together in disapproval at the same time Thorin watched him with worry in his eyes. Bilbo scowled up at them. He wasn’t about to be coerced into separating himself from his precious. He wouldn’t. He absolutely…suddenly, Bofur was kneeling before him. His eyes, hard but not unsympathetic.
“Bilbo, you gave that thing away once to save my life. You can do it again. Please. Help us, help you. You are far too good and strong to let a little goldsickness beat you.”
Bilbo started shaking. It was goldsickness. He knew that. That’s why he called for Gandalf in the first place. His hand loosened just slightly around the ring as he looked around at the faces of the people who loved him. And he loved them…perhaps even more than a little piece of jewelry. Sapping at the last bit of his strength, he tilted his hand, letting it fall into Gandalf’s little box. Faster than what Bilbo would have thought possible, Gandalf closed and locked the box, hiding it away in a bag under his cloak. There was a sense of clarity Bilbo hadn’t felt in a long time, as he curled back up into Thorin’s arms.
“You are an extraordinary hobbit, Bilbo Baggins. May the reign of King and Consort Under the Mountain continue uninhibited from this point on.”
While kind, Gandalf’s words sounded like wishful thinking to Bilbo. Still he would take them. Seeing as Bilbo and Bofur had injuries that needed tending to, everyone helped to load them up and take them back to Erebor. It was in the saddle, nestled up against Thorin’s chest, that Bilbo drifted into his first peaceful sleep in weeks.
#sunny's drabbles#the hobbit#bagginshield#bofur/nori#99 problems but our love ain't one#the one ring is not a good thing#don't worry everything all works out in the end
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Do you have ideas about Sarah and Bucky later in life? How the beginning of their relationship would be? 💕
nonnie, i love this ask. thank you for these questions. i have thought about them all night.
i’m gonna start with my thoughts on the beginning of their relationship:
they tried really hard to take it slow at first. mostly because bucky knew sarah was nervous about how their relationship would effect the boys. what if they broke up? how would the boys take that? all bucky could do was shrug. he didn’t want to scare her but he wasn’t worried cuz he knew she was it for him. and he’d move at whatever pace she needed; he’s not going anywhere
a few months into their slow start, the four of them were working on the boat, casting out nets and pulling up crab pots. bucky and aj were in the bow, goofing around, and sarah’s first thought was how cute “her boys” looked. she knew then that in her heart bucky was already part of their family and going slow was only delaying the inevitable. hadn’t she already learned the hard way how short life is (super soldier serum notwithstanding)?
i like to think that in the early stages (and throughout their life together) bucky brings sarah flowers. even when he’s just stopping by to help fix the mower or with the kitchen renovations, he’s always got a handful of some flowers that reminded him of her. “these sunflowers made me think of your smile” or “these daisies reminded me of that dress you wore the other day”. sarah keeps them alive as long as she can then she presses them between sheets of wax paper to preserve them. eventually she has to get scrapbooks for them all.
i also think, in the early stages especially, that sarah finds any excuse to either send bucky home with a plate of food or drop off a meal at the little apartment he rents above carlos’s garage. she learns quickly that he’s a big fan of her peach cobbler and that he’ll do anything she asks if she makes strawberry shortcake with extra whipped cream. and that no matter how she prepares them, he will never touch black-eyed peas. her favorite smile of his is the one he gives her as he pats his full stomach.
they’re both very careful with each other. careful to make sure the other is comfortable physically or emotionally. she knows a bit of what he’s suffered and he knows she hasn’t had it easy shouldering every burden on her own. they know the other is precious and they treat each other accordingly. even when they argue, it’s done respectfully, no name-calling, and they do their best to resolve it the same day
later in life:
no matter how old they get, bucky still slow dances with sarah in the kitchen. he doesn’t care if her hands are wet and soapy, his shirt will dry, the floor will dry. all that matters is holding his favorite girl in his arms
they have their own interests, bucky loves listening to baseball on the radio with the old guys down at the vfw (sarah would rather watch paint dry than watch any sport let alone the world’s most boring one), while sarah joined the ladies’ auxiliary club at the vfw and she spends tuesday afternoons planting flowers and weeding flowerbeds around delacroix
sarah asked him once, as the years wore on, if he got bored hanging around delacroix after all he’d seen of the world. he shook his head with a half smile and told her there was nothing and nowhere that could ever beat the small, stable life he’s built with her
even after all their years together, they still love spending their days in each other’s company. some of sarah’s favorite days are the ones passed reading their respective books (bucky still prefers science fiction while sarah goes between biographies and thrillers and romance novels), the only sounds the turning of pages or the occasional laugh at a funny passage.
#anon asks#sarah wilson#bucky barnes#tfatws#sarahbucky#buckysarah#sarah wilson x bucky barnes#sarah x bucky#bucky barnes x sarah wilson#aj wilson#cass wilson#sarahbucky headcanon
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Get to know the writer
This is a tag game created by @aspen-carter and I was tagged by @arcielee (Thank you for thinking of me)
Pen name(s): itbmojojoejo / LarLar - thats from my main blog but I only write here
Age: 90’s summer bby
College/university degree(s): I did art and design in college and planned to use that to go onto fashion design or history in uni but dropped out just before my 3rd year lmao
Favorite book growing up: I was really into the Confessions of Georgia Nicholson series (Angus, Thongs & Perfect Snogging) cause it was hilarious and i like to laugh before Twilight emerged - don’t judge me for that.
First "grown-up" book you remember reading: The White Queen by Phillipa Gregory
Favorite novel(s): Gone Girl by Gillian Flynn, The Virgin Suicides by Jeffrey Eugenides, and IT by Stephen King
Favorite published writer(s): Terry Pratchett hands down I love him, and Tess Gerritsen she’s my favourite crime thriller writer.
Favorite book(s) of poetry: anything Lang Leav I have all of her poetry books and also Michael Faudet cause he’s a little spicy.
Favorite "children's book"(s): I couldn’t actually read properly until I was 7 and my dad managed to solve that by reading me The Wee Free Men by Terry Pratchett, he did sound effects and a different voice for every character like even the witches frog had his own voice and every little scottish blue man had his own voice it was brilliant.
Favorite movie/show adaptation(s): The Lord of the Rings trilogy (extended versions only) by Peter Jackson (I am keeping Ezran's & Arcie’s answer)
What do you listen to when you write? Each fic has its own vibe, for some reason when I write Ettore I listen to a lot of Cure, Cocteau Twins, The Smiths and Siouxsie & the Banshees. Finan is turning out to be Montell Fish, Two Feet and Hozier.
What do you drink when you write? Caffeine, coffee and redbull are my life juice it’s terrible.
Your favorite piece that you've ever written: eeek I’m still fairly fresh with this writing malarkey so it was Swords & Scriptures but I’m loving A Good Man ...it could be a tie I don’t know. I can’t answer that.
Favorite fanfiction you've read recently: Hazy Shades of Spring & its part 2 Ask Me Anything (I've reread them a few times) oh and Silver Coins by @arcielee - I'm slowly making my way through her entire masterlist. Sanctuary by @st-eve-barnes . And a little Eddie Munson fic called He's My Neighbour by @wndalovebot
No pressure tag, fellow author(s): @st-eve-barnes & @wndalovebot
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Is trauma the gateway to insanity?
Narrator: "The Screaming Skull" is a motion picture that reaches its climax in shocking horror. It's impact is so terrifying that it may have an unforeseen effect. It may *kill* you!
This suspenseful and haunting thriller/horror opens up with the line you read above. Promising to bury you without charge if you happen to die of fright during the movie. As entertaining as that may be to some or cheesy and silly to others. It is a great way to start the movie by getting one's attention, for their interest or laughs. Fun fact the tuba music during the opening credits is the "Dies Irae" section of Hector Berlioz' "Symphony Fantastique." A different version of the same piece was later used during the opening credits of Stanley Kubrick's The Shining (1980).
So the film begins with newlyweds Eric and Jenni Whitlock who retire to his desolate mansion, where Eric's first wife Marianne died from a mysterious freak accident. The first act seems a bit of a slow burn for this movie, slightly dull. Mostly it's an introduction to the main character's such as Jenni, who has a history of mental illness. It seems though her mental illness was trauma related but it's not fully clarified. Eric the husband who cares for her and who has lost his wife due to a tragic accident. Then Mickey, the estate's mentally challenged gardener, who was seemingly very attached to his former mistress. Jenni seems to begin seeing strange things including a mysterious skull, which may or may not be a product of her imagination. Suspicion then falls on Mickey being the strange outcast.
This movie follows the classic tropes of women with a traumatic past seeing things therefore everyone thinks she's crazy. Then the mentally challenged or physically deformed side characters are outcast and strange therefore must be guilty. Only to distract audience members from the true villains of the films so the twist ending can be revealed. All in all the plot was decent and the cinematography was good. Sets for the most part let something more to be desired though the tombstone with the death mask on it was interesting. The sound and music was ok but not the best for a movie called the screaming skull, not much of it was a screaming skull. For the nerds out there this was on the intro to Ernest scared stupid movie, anyways it's a decent thriller worth checking out.
I rate this movie a screaming skull out of a mental illness trope. Thank you for checking out my reviews I hope you enjoy it.
#horror#horror monsters#horror movies#horror movie review#horror movie recommendations#classic horror#classic horror movies#movie ratings#movie recap#movie review
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