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bansheeoftheforest · 3 years

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Well, my wifi is not back, and wont be anytime soon. The very earliest luckiest would be getting it back by Tuesday (unlikely). The very worst my house burns down so theres that /lh /hj

This sucks so much because I really cannot read asks I dont see in real time, I have the same amount of reading comprehension for them as I do Frankenstein XD

Dm me links to any important syndicate asks I miss while I'm gone 👍

Bannnnnn I tried to draw the Jekyll brothers but Kent? Is inconsistent? The database (what I use) showd him as a clean shaven guy with a bit messy hair but google is showing Kent as a completely different model? Neat hair, Brokenshire beard. Like it's the ingame "identify" zoom in and I cant check whats right before I already killed himmmm

Anyway here art <3. I know I said I'd draw the DTIYS first but art inspiration is stored in the Syndicate au <3

Also I've been thimking about Henry wearing a mask +plus ponytail to hide his identity like for the past two days. Yknow those theater masks? The weeping and laughing? He wears the sad one while in the Blighters and Templars and the happy one while in the Rooks because hes a dramatic theater nerd. Also! I like to think that if Jekyll has to be a templar he'd still wear the Blighter uniform when he could and pretend hes not high ranking. He gets away with it because Crawford doesn't care about him and Roth lives for chaos

I also drew Henry in a mask and ponytail but it's not done yet 😔

Also I did the math the the twins are 3 years older than Jekyll. Like thank goodness first of all because I fully went into ship entirely unaware on if there were canon ages or a scary difference. But also Jacob being 3 years older than Henry is kinda funny to me

All of Evie's outfits (besides her default) are bad and I'm gonna fist fight the designers because the secrets of london (where I only searched the locations of 3) is so bad, especially with the effort needed. How did they do Jacob so good, but utterly fail with Evie /lh

NOOOOOOO D: Man, I really hope you will get it back asap, and also that your house don't burn down!!

Man, if I don't know your struggle rn. However I shall do my best to link you to every syndicate ask that I will get from here on out bc I don't tend to get small asks for that au so <3

Huh-- oh wow you're right. I wonder if it is a set design or just a bit on random depending on the save file... I killed him a long ass time ago so I have absolutely no idea how he looked like <3

EITHER WAY OH MY GOD IT LOOKS AAMZING. I love??? How you gave all three individual personalities in just a single picture??? Kent looks like he is seconds away from murder and I LOVE Henry in the templar outfit, it fits him so well??? Man I really want to start thinking more of this branch. Would the entire Jekyll family be Templars so the trio got that role inherited? Are Raphael and Kent unidentical twins and Henry is the odd-one-out because he is the youngest? Were the three of them really close in Scotland, but left as soon as possible bc their family was abusive, only for Kent and Raphael to find refuge in the Templar Order while Henry goes to university? Would they still have that brotherly love if they were close as kids even when they are in the Order, or would they have a falling out and start despising each other (or Jekyll @ the older brothers at least)? Would Raphael and Kent secretly be protective of Henry and manage to keep him out of Starrick's line-of-sight so that Henry won't get in trouble for defying orders/ignoring them? Would they force Henry to join the Templars with threats or would Henry mostly feel obligated to join them? Since the Templar Order isn't illegal in London, would other people know that Jekyll is a Templar, or would he keep it hidden from the public? Would his brothers help hide his identity?? SO many questions and I'm so sad I won't be able to discuss them with you :'c

(also can I just say I love the poetic differences between their clothing. Raphael is just wearing a waistcoat/basic clothes and he is a brute and more open, Kent is wearing more clothes/layering up and he is the "brains" out of the two of them, Jekyll is wearing the most layers and is almost trying to hide himself and I just... *chief's kiss*)

Henry being a dramatic theater nerd and stealing Roth's costume supplies to hide his identity bc he is so ashamed of it and doesn't want people he knows to know about it my beloved <3 Plus the blighter uniforms doesn't look too far off of what he normally wears so he could probably use that as an excuse whenever some other Templar gets up his ass about not wearing the right clothes, yet it still doesn't make Henry feel any better knowing he has to bear the knowledge that he is actively wearing discreet blighter clothes to keep the Order happy and the public oblivious, knowing what cause he is reluctantly supporting. (him joining the rooks and suddenly coming into the Society all dressed in green lol)

Anyways I have now also decided that Maxwell and Henry are friends bc they both hate the Templars and Crawford and Henry gets to star in many of the plays he sets up. Plus they are both slightly insane so they match each other good.

YKNOW WHAT I WAS DAYDREAMING ABOUT WHILE BRUSHING MY TEETH RIGHT AFTER THIS ASK? Jekyll being forced to be the one to murder his brothers and the twins trying to track the murderer down just to know who tf are killing their targets, conveniently at the same time Maxwell starts meeting Jacob. Henry watching Jacob from afar getting smitten by him but keeping a distance bc he knows Maxwell is possessive, Jacob being the first to befriend Henry after Maxwell explains that both of them are against the Templars and Crawford, Jacob saving Henry during the fire of the theater? Yes pls <3

Thank god bc here I was imagining an age gap of like idk 15 years bc of the differences in the timeline but! I'm just going to keep the canonical age difference while also shoot the timeline up a lil so that the events of Syndicate and TGS takes place at the same time but they are the right age and stuff, just bc I do not like Evie's and Jacob's older designs and I do not want to imagine them meeting during the Ripper dlc <3 Also the thought of Jacob being older than Henry is funny. I think Henry has a type /j

They are so fucking bad and I'm going to scourage the Nexus to see if I can find any good redesign mods because they are so fucking bad. But to be fair, all female main characters' outfits are bad. Pearl? Lucy Thorne? Mfs looks like vampires. Even more reasons for why I only play Jacob, bc all other outfits on Evie are bad <3

#ask #darling-dolly-darlene #syndicate crossover au #banshees au #banshees faves

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nealiios · 3 years

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The Supernatural 70s: Part I - Corruption of An Innocent

"We're mutants. There's something wrong with us, something very, very wrong with us. Something seriously wrong with us - we're soldiers writers."

-- with apologies to the screenwriter of "Stripes"

Dear reader, I have the darkest of revelations to make to you, a truth when fully and wholly disclosed shall most assuredly chill you to the bone, a tale that shall make you question all that you hold to be true and good and holy about my personal history. While you may have come in search of that narrative designer best known for his works of interactive high fantasy, you should know that he is also a crafter of a darker art, a scribbler of twisted tales filled with ghosts, and ghouls, and gargoyles. I am, dear innocent, a devotee of horrors! Mwahahahaha!

[cue thunderclap, lightning, pipe organ music]

Given the genre of writing for which most of you know me, I forgive you if you think of me principally as a fantasy writer. I don't object to that classification because I do enjoy mucking about with magic and dark woods and mysterious ancient civilizations. But if you are to truly know who I am as a writer, you must realize that the image I hold of myself is principally as a creator of weird tales.

To understand how and why I came to be drawn to this sub-genre of fantastic fiction, you first must understand that I come from peculiar folks. Maybe I don't have the Ipswich look, or I didn't grow up in a castle, but my pedigree for oddity has been there from the start. My mother was declared dead at birth by her doctor, and often heard voices calling to her in the dead of night that no one else could hear. Her mother would periodically ring us up to discuss events in our lives about which she couldn't possibly have known. My father's people still share ghost stories about a family homestead that burned down mysteriously in the 1960s. Even my older brother has outré memories about events he says cannot possibly be true, and as a kid was kicked off the Tulsa city bookmobile for attempting to check out books about UFOs, bigfoot, and ESP. It's fair to say I was doomed - or destined - for weirdness from the start.

If the above listed circumstances had not been enough, I grew up in an area where neighbors whispered stories about a horrifically deformed Bulldog Man who stalked kids who "parked" on the Old North Road near my house. The state in which I was raised was rife with legends of bigfoots, deer women, and devil men. Even in my childhood household there existed a pantheon of mythological entities invented explicitly to keep me in line. If I was a good boy, The Repairman would leave me little gifts of Hot Wheels cars or candy. If I was being terrible, however, my father would dress in a skeleton costume, rise from the basement and threaten to drag me down into everlasting hellfire (evidently there was a secret portal in our basement.) There were monsters, monsters EVERYWHERE I looked in my childhood world. Given that I was told as a fledgling writer to write what I knew, how could anyone have been surprised that the first stories I wrote were filled with the supernatural?

"The Nightmare" by John Henry Fuseli (1781)

My formative years during the late sixties and early seventies took place at a strange juncture in our American cultural history. At the same time that we were loudly proclaiming the supremacy of scientific thought because we'd landed men on the moon, we were also in the midst of a counter cultural explosion of interest in astrology, witchcraft, ghosts, extra sensory perception, and flying saucers. Occult-related books were flying off the shelves as sales surged by more than 100% between 1966 and 1969. Cultural historians would come to refer to this is as the "occult boom," and its aftershocks would impact popular cultural for decades to come.

My first contact with tales of the supernatural were innocuous, largely sanitized for consumption by children. I vividly remember watching Casper the Friendly Ghost and the Disney version of the Legend of Sleepy Hollow. I read to shreds numerous copies of both Where the Wild Things Are and Gus the Ghost. Likely the most important exposure for me was to the original Scooby Doo, Where Are You? cartoon which attempted to inoculate us from our fears of ghosts and aliens by convincing us that ultimately the monster was always just a bad man in a mask. (It's fascinating to me that modern incarnations of Scooby Doo seem to have completely lost this point and instead make all the monsters real.)

ABOVE: Although the original cartoon Scooby Doo, Where Are You? ran only for one season from 1969 to 1970, it remained in heavy reruns and syndication for decades. It is notable for having been a program that perfectly embodied the conflict between reason and superstition in popular culture, and was originally intended to provide children with critical thinking skills so they would reject the idea of monsters, ghosts, and the like. Ironically, modern takes on Scooby Doo have almost entirely subverted this idea and usually present the culprits of their mysteries as real monsters.

During that same time, television also introduced me to my first onscreen crush in the form of the beautiful and charming Samantha Stevens, a witch who struggles to not to use her powers while married to a frequently intolerant mortal advertising executive in Bewitched. The Munsters and The Addams Family gave me my first taste for "goth" living even before it would become all the rage in the dance clubs of the 1980s. Late night movies on TV would bring all the important horror classics of the past in my living room as Dracula, Frankenstein, the Wolf Man, the Invisible Man, the Phantom of the Opera, The Creature from the Black Lagoon, and Godzilla all became childhood friends. Over time the darkened castles, creaking doors, foggy graveyards, howling wolves, and ever present witches and vampires became so engrained in my psyche that today they remain the "comfort viewing" to which I retreat when I'm sick or in need of other distractions from modern life.

ABOVE: Elizabeth Montgomery starred in Bewitched (1964 - 1972) as Samantha Stephens, a witch who married "mortal" advertising executive Darren Stephens (played for the first five seasons by actor Dick York). Inspired by movies like I Married a Witch (1942) and Bell, Book and Candle (1958), it was a long running series that explored the complex relationship dynamics between those who possess magic and those who don't. Social commentators have referred to it as an allegory both for mixed marriages and also about the challenges faced by minorities, homosexuals, cultural deviants, or generally creative folks in a non heterogeneous community. It was also one of the first American television programs to portray witches not as worshippers of Satan, but simply as a group of people ostracized for their culture and their supernatural skills.

Even before I began elementary school, there was one piece of must-see gothic horror programming that I went out of my way to catch every day. Dark Shadows aired at 3:30 p.m. on our local ABC affiliate in Tulsa, Oklahoma which usually allowed me to catch most of it if I ran home from school (or even more if my mom or brother picked me up.) In theory it was a soap opera, but the show featured a regular parade of supernatural characters and themes. The lead was a 175 year old vampire named Barnabas Collins (played by Johnathan Frid), and the show revolved around his timeless pursuit of his lost love, Josette. It was also a program that regularly dealt with reincarnation, precognition, werewolves, time travel, witchcraft, and other occult themes. Though it regularly provoked criticism from religious groups about its content, it ran from June of 1966 until it's final cancellation in April of 1971. (I would discover it in the early 1970s as it ran in syndication.) Dark Shadows would spin off two feature-length movies based on the original, a series of tie-in novels, an excellent reboot series in 1991 (starring Ben Cross as Barnabas), and a positively embarrassingly awful movie directed by Tim Burton in 1991.

ABOVE: Johnathan Frid starred as Barnabas Collins, one of the leading characters of the original Dark Shadows television series. The influence of the series cannot be understated. In many ways Dark Shadows paved the way for the inclusion of supernatural elements in other soap operas of the 1970s and the 1980s, and was largely responsible for the explosion of romance novels featuring supernatural themes over the same time period.

While Dark Shadows was a favorite early television program for me, another show would prove not only to be a borderline obsession, but also a major influence on my career as a storyteller. Night Gallery (1969-1973) was a weekly anthology television show from Rod Serling, better known as the creator and host of the original Twilight Zone. Like Twilight Zone before it, Night Gallery was a deep and complex commentary on the human condition, but unlike its predecessor the outcomes for the characters almost always skewed towards the horrific and the truly outré. In "The Painted Mirror," an antiques dealer uses a magic painting to trap an enemy in the prehistoric past. Jack Cassidy plots to use astral projection to kill his romantic rival in "The Last Laurel" but accidentally ends up killing himself. In "Eyes" a young Stephen Spielberg directs Joan Crawford in a story about an entitled rich woman who plots to take the sight of a poor man. Week after week it delivered some of the best-written horror television of the early 1970s.

In retrospect I find it surprising that I was allowed to watch Night Gallery at all. I was very young while it was airing, and some of the content was dark and often quite shocking for its time. Nevertheless, I was so attached to the show that I'd throw a literal temper tantrum if I missed a single, solitary episode. If our family needed to go somewhere on an evening that Night Gallery was scheduled, either my parents would either have to wait until after it had aired before we left, or they'd make arrangements in advance with whomever we were visiting to make sure it was okay that I could watch Night Gallery there. I was, in a word, a fanatic.

ABOVE: Every segment of Night Gallery was introduced by series creator Rod Serling standing before a painting created explicitly for the series. Director Guillermo del Toro credits Serling's series as being the most important and influential show on his own work, even more so than the more famous Twilight Zone.

#horror #70s #occult #supernatural #television #writing

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def-initely-soul · 3 years

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Can I get the "we team up for the couples contest every year as friends but this year you’re with someone else and i’m definitely Not Jealous and definitely Not Realising Feelings" prompt with taeyong? I'm asking it to be cute cause I know if I ask for sexual tension you're gonna write a novel 😂😂😂😂 so could you make it fluffy and light? :3

AHAHAHAHHAAHAHAH I-

*ignoring your jab at my inability to write anything small xD*

ofc i’ll make it fluffy and light!

pairing: taeyong from nct x reader (f.)

prompts: we team up for the couples contest every year as friends but this year you’re with someone else and i’m definitely Not Jealous and definitely Not Realising Feelings

genre: fluff; angst; f2l; PG-13

warnings: mature language

words: 1.8k

“So how you holdin’ up?” Johnny asks you and you resist to throw your drink at him.

You’re getting honestly tired of having people ask you that. It’s the sixth time someone did! For heaven’s sake, you’re fine!

You chuckle. “I’m fine, Johnny, why wouldn’t I be?” you respond, casually taking a sip of your apple cider as you walk down the food stalls, the scents of cinnamon and pumpkin filling your nostrils.

Your town has a Halloween fair every year to celebrate the holiday, days before it’s even Halloween. It’s a great opportunity to go out during this month, as families find some time for some quality time bonding and couples walk around to bask in the crisp autumn wind. There are food stalls everywhere, having some of the most delicious treats for the holiday, a haunted house at the end of the food stalls for anyone daring and a corn maze as well. As for those more willing to take a step back and use this opportunity to relax, there is a carousel, faded and dark to fit the mood, a fortune teller’s stall, as well as a ghost train ride.

Honestly, it’s not much compared to other funfairs but you enjoy whatever you can get. Every year you and your friends come here to walk through the corn maze, to board on the ghost train ride, to eat until you’re full. And also to join the couple’s costume contest with your best friend Taeyong. You’re not a couple, not even close but you both had such magnificent ideas for couple's costumes that you decided to give it a try. And it became something like a shtick. You and Taeyong being known among your friends as the ones that joined the couple’s contest together and enduring merciless teasing at that. Even if you said numerous times there’s nothing going on between you.

But this year Taeyong decided to join with someone else. A girl from his work named Dara.

You scoff. You didn’t even know her before he announced he was gonna join with her this year. And it was completely out of the blue too! He never hinted he was interested in someone, let alone tell you might want to stop dressing up with you.

Johnny cocks an unimpressed eyebrow. “Really? Then why are you clenching at your cup like a witch draining her victim?”

Your eyes widen as they immediately fly at your hand to confirm this; only to realize Johnny is lying.

He’s smirking at you as if catching you on the act. “Made you look…” he teases and you roll your eyes, refusing to answer him.

“I don’t get it though, why won’t you admit that you’re-”

“What?” you interrupt him with a stiff voice, “Jealous? It’s because I’m not!” is your zealous reply though Johnny’s features are drawn in, in a mask of suspiciousness.

“I would’ve said mad…” he admits and once again you freeze, realizing you’ve dug your own grave.

“But now that you’ve mentioned it… Are you jealous?” he looks at you curiously, not an ounce of teasing colouring his voice and you purse your lips together in a stubborn attempt to not give him an answer.

You desperately want to say you’re not. You can’t be. Taeyong is your best friend and who he decides to involve himself with is none of your business. You want to say those spiteful feelings inside of you are simply because he ditched you. You really do.

But somehow the words won’t come out your mouth. Somehow you can’t find it in your self to speak them into existence, instead resting heavily on your tongue and burning you.

“I-... No! Of course not…” you manage to say instead, swallowing the lump in your throat with great difficulty as you result in looking anywhere else but Johnny.

But your actions, unfortunately, lead your eyes to a much more unwanted sight. Towards the end of the stalls, near the haunted house, your eyes rest on a particular couple dressed as dead Bonnie and Clyde that talk enthusiastically, the girl’s hand resting on the guy’s shoulder.

Your chest constricts painfully, sucking in a breath as you bite roughly at your bottom lip to stop the sound that was about to leave your mouth. Your hands instinctively move upwards to hug yourself, partly telling yourself it’s because of the cold but partly knowing the actual truth.

You actually have feelings for your best friend. And it sucks to see him with someone else, doing a thing you used to do together, only they do it as a fucking actual couple.

Fuck, it seems to hurt more now that you’ve admitted it to yourself.

Your eyes sting as you struggle to not let your face fall and reveal your current state but your eyes don’t move from Dara and Taeyong, not even when Dara leans in to whisper something close to his ear with a deadly smirk. Not even when a few seconds later, Taeyong turns around to look straight at you with wide eyes.

Shit.

You turn around immediately, knowing you won’t be able to keep the tears at bay and you spew a ridiculous excuse to Johnny before storming off. Wanting to go as far away as possible. To just disappear.

A few minutes later and you’ve hidden inside the corn maze, too late for anyone to attempt to enter it, much less the one person you’d actually want to.

Taeyong is ridiculously afraid of corn mazes, not much like you. You adore them, finding your way out of one being both thrilling and challenging for you and you’ve never had been lost in one. That’s why the only time Taeyong ever went inside one was with you.

You sniffle at the memory, wiping your tears away and try as hard as you can to not shed another. You refuse to cry anymore over something that can’t change even if it hurts like hell.

And it does. It fucking does.

But purely will isn’t enough to help you stop the tears.

You hear a shuffling coming from somewhere in the distance, signalling someone entered the maze but you pay them no attention. You only hope that in the case they see you, they will be discreet about it and leave you to your misery.

You can’t handle being around people for the time being.

“Y/N? Are you here?” the shuffling is now accompanied by a voice, a voice you know too well and you panic realizing it’s much closer now.

You hurry to get up, brushing the dirt off your bride of Frankenstein costume before walking with a fast pace deeper into the maze.

Why the fuck is Taeyong here?! And more importantly why in the world did he think going into a maze would be a good idea? He’ll get lost!

Taeyong’s eyes catch you slipping away and at once he runs after you. “Y/N, wait! I need to talk to you!” he calls after you, following you and you curse at his stubbornness.

You refuse to answer him as you run deeper into the maze, hoping he’ll get the hint and leave you alone. You don’t want to face him right now, not when he probably wants to call you out on your little staring earlier or tell you how he got together with Dara.

You try to pat your face dry as you rush away, hoping you didn’t mess your makeup much. After all, you’ll need to get out at some point, let’s at least save as much dignity as possible.

“Y/N, can you just wait!” Taeyong yells exasperatedly, before murmuring to himself “great, I had to get lost as well…”. You can almost hear the pout in his voice and a giggle escapes you.

At once Taeyong snaps his head towards the sound before rushing towards you again. You curse yourself before moving again, refusing to get out of the maze cause at least this way it won’t be easy for him to find you.

“Y/N, please wait, I have to tell you something important!” you hear him say and your heart almost stops. You were right, he wants to tell you he finally got together with Dara. Oh, god, you’re gonna cry again, shit.

You pick up the pace, running once again away from him and you hear him curse in exasperation before-.

“I LIKE YOU!” the declaration fills the empty air and it takes you a second to realise Taeyong was the one speaking. But when you do, your feet stop. They get stuck to the earth beneath you as if you’ve stepped on glue and you can’t move to save your life. Your heart beats erratically, almost out of your chest as you struggle to comprehend what he just said.

“I-... I like you and I only went out with Dara cause I’d thought it’d make you jealous enough to admit you like me too and spur you into action. But it seemed to have the opposite effect…” he reveals with a wary voice, as he sighs, tired.

You stay alert, for everything he says as you struggle to understand. So he’s not with Dara? This was all a ruse?

And most importantly, he likes you?

“I know, it was pretty stupid of me and I’ll understand if you want to stay mad at me and refuse to talk, but please can we just get out? I’ll like to look at you while I’m talking to you and, besides, you know I’ll be probably stuck here if left alone…” he jokes lightly, uncertainty in his voice.

You take a breath and your chest fills and blooms with lightness. The heartbreak from before disappears and gives its space to a wonderful feeling of lightness and hope.

You turn around to find your way to him.

After a few seconds, Taeyong sees you coming up behind a corner and he exhales in relief. Before he sees your intense stare and your firm, decisive stride as you practically march towards him and now he fears for his life.

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to tell you like that, please don’t-” he pleads quickly but is soon halted by your hands grabbing at his collar and your lips on top of his.

You take him by surprise as he makes a startling noise, but then as he finally realizes the predicament he’s in, he’s quick to drive his hands on your waist as he reciprocates.

It’s a soft kiss, tender as if enveloping you in his warmth and you bask in the comfort and elation that appear with his lips. You sigh in content as you press closer and his palm cradles your cheek lovingly, his thumb running over the apple of your cheek.

You stop kissing to catch your breath, staring at each other breathlessly with the widest smiles you’ve ever seen on each other.

Because this feels right. It feels like home.

#kwritersworldnet #taeyong #nct #taeyong nct #taeyong fanfic #nct fanfic #taeyong scenario #nct scenario #taeyong fluff #nct fluff #taeyong angst #nct angst #taeyong halloween #nct halloween #halloween #halloween themed #halloween requests

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dukereviewsxtra · 4 years

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Duke's Monsterween: Hocus Pocus

Hello, I'm Andrew Leduc And Welcome Back To Duke's Monsterween...

Where Today On Duke Reviews Xtra We Start Our Halloween Look At Disney...

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By Talking About Disney's Halloween Classic, Hocus Pocus...

This Film Is About A Teenager Named Max Dennison (Played By Omri Katz) Who Along With His Love Interest (They're Not Exactly Boyfriend/Girlfriend Yet) Allison (Played By Vinessa Shaw) And His Young Sister, Dani (Played By Thora Birch) Bring Back 3 17th Century Witches, Winifred (Bette Midler), Mary (Kathy Najimy), And Sarah (Carrie Bradshaw) Sanderson Back From The Dead...

So, With The Help Of A Boy Trapped In The Body Of A Black Cat Named Thackeray Binx (Played By Max Goof) They Must Stop The Witches Before Midnight On All Hallows Eve Or Else All The Salem Will Be Doomed...

Will They Succeed?

Let's Find Out As We Watch Hocus Pocus...

The Film Starts In The 17th Century When A Human Thackeray Binx Awakes To Discover That His Sister Emily Is Being Lured Into The Woods By Witches...

He Tells His Brother Elijah To Get His Father And Summon The Town Elders While He Follows Emily To The Witches Hideout...

There We Meet 3 Old Witches Named The Sanderson Sisters Who Intend On Getting Emily To Drink Their Potion So They Can Steal Her Lifeforce To Become Young Again..

But Before They Can Get Emily To Drink It, Binx Reveals Himself To The Sisters And Dumps Their Potion In Their Cauldron On The Ground...

But Despite Doing That Binx Is Too Late, Emily Has Dranken The Potion From Winifred's Mixing Spoon. Blasting Binx With Force Lightning, Winifred And Her Sisters Steal Emily's Lifeforce And Become Young Again Or Younger As Winifred Puts It ...

As For Binx, They Transform Him Into A Black Cat Before Being Invaded By Binx's Father And The Town Elders Who Proclaim Them To Be Witches And Have Them Hanged Until Dead....

But Before They Are Hung Winifred Proclaims That On All Hallows Eve, A Virgin Will Bring Them Back, And Then, All The Lives Of The Children Of Salem Will Be Theirs...

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Fast Forwarding A Few Decades Later, We Meet Max Dennison And His Love Interest Alison Who Are In A Class Run By The Nun Who Raised Jake And Elwood Blues...

Who I'm Surprised Didn't Hit Max On The Head With A Ruler Because Of His Talk Of Halloween Being Run By The Candy Companies..

But When Alison Proves Him Wrong By Talking About The Historical Facts About Halloween, He Gives Her His Phone Number Only For Alison To Give It Back To Him A Couple Minutes Later After Class...

Swing And A Miss...

After A Scene With 2 Stereotypical High School Bullies, Max Starts Missing His Home In Eerie, Indiana

Oops, I'm Sorry, I Made A Mistake There, It's Actually California...

But When His Sister, Dani, Interrupts His Brooding And Says That He's Taking Her Trick Or Treating This Year Because Their Parents Are Going To A Party This Year...

Yeah, Don't Bet On It, Kid, Coronavius Cancelled Halloween This Year...

Refusing, Dani Tells Their Parents, Who Force Max To Go Anyway...

But When They Do They Have A Run In With The Bullies, Which Causes Max To Get Mad At Dani Only For Max To Open Up To Dani On Why He's Been Moody Lately Which Leads The 2 To Make Up...

After That, They Come Across A Huge House Which Is Actually Owned By Allison's Parents Who Are Throwing A Halloween Party That Night, Leaving Allison On Candy Duty...

With Dani Embarrassing Max On The Fact That He Likes Allison's Yabos...

Which Is Technically A Long List As Tom Cruise And David Duchovney Apparently Like Them Too..

Allison Reveals That Her Parents Used To Run A Museum On The Sanderson Sisters When She Likes Dani's Costume, But They Closed It Down, When Weird Incidents Started Happening...

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Max Asks To Go, In Effort To Make A Believer Out Of Believer Out Of Him, So, Alison Goes To Change...

But Despite Max Wanting To Go, Dani Doesn't As She's Scared Of That Place, But They Compromise With Max Promising That Next Year They'll Go As Peter Pan (With Tights) And Wendy...

Going Into The Place, They Turn On The Lights And Look Around The Place, Eventually, Max Discovers The Black Flame Candle Which Is What Will Bring The Sisters Back To Life...

With Max Saying Maybe They Should Light It And Meet The Witches Themselves, He's Attacked By Binx, But That Doesn't Scare Max Off, Despite Allison And Dani Wanting To Leave...

But Still, Max Lights The Candle...

With The Floor Shaking, Lights Transforming Into Candles And A Fire Starting In The Fireplace, The Sisters Are Back...

With Winifred Wondering Who Lit The Black Flame Candle, Mary Starts Smelling Children, Leading The Sisters To Dani, Who Tells Them That They've Been Dead For 300 Years Before They Grab Her...

Max Tries To Help But Winifred Ends Up Blasting Him And Tossing Him Against The Wall Before Lifting Him Up...

Luckily Though Allison Saves Dani From Mary Who Then Whaps Winifred With Her Candy As Binx Attacks Winifred So Max Can Get Dani And Alison Out So He Can Enact His Burning Rain Of Death Plan By Using A Lighter To Activate The Sprinklers...

Confronted By Binx Who Reveals To Max That He Can Talk, He Tells Max To Get The Spellbook Before They Go, Which He Does Before The Sisters Realize That The Burning Rain Of Death Is Actually Water...

Now, There Are Alot Of Questions And Complaints That Some People Have With This Movie But I'm Sorry, I'm Sorry This One Just Ticks Me Off...

If Binx Could Talk, Why Didn't He Say Anything For All Those Years?..

And To Answer That, Let Me Ask You, The Viewer, A Question, What Would You Do If You Saw A Talking Cat?...

Would You Sit Down And Talk With Him Like An Average Ordinary Person?

Or Would You Run For Your Freaking Life Like He Was Casper, The Friendly Ghost?

If You Picked The First Answer, Congratulations, You're Officially A Moron!

Because If There's One Thing I've Learned From Movies And T.V. Shows Involving Mutants Or Beings With Amazing Powers, It's That People Fear Things That They Do Not Understand

Taking Max And The Girls To A Graveyard Because The Sisters Can't Set Foot On Hallowed Ground, Binx Explains Everything To Them While Also Revealing That After He Was Turned Into A Cat, He Waited For His Life To End So He Could Be Reunited With His Family....

But Winifred's Spell Came With Immortality, So, He Decided To Use It To Prevent A Virgin From Lighting That Candle...

Shortly After That, The Sisters Arrive On Their Broomsticks And Attempt To Go After The Book, But Realizing They Can't Due To Them Being On Holy Ground, Winifred Casts A Spell Which Brings Back Her Former Lover, Billy Butcherson...

I Wonder If His Modern Day Ancestor Is Billy Butcher From The Boys?

Who Winifred Caught Cheating On Her With Sarah, So She Poisoned Him And Sewed His Mouth Shut So He Wouldn't Reveal Her Secrets Even In Death..

Returning As A Zombie, Winifred Orders Him To Go After Max And The Girls Who Are Now In A Sewer With Binx...

As The Sisters Board A Bus With A Horny Bus Driver, Who Promises To Take Them To Where Children Are, Max And The Girls Get Out Of The Sewers After A Fake Death For Binx To Warn A Fake Police Cop Who Pretends To Be A Cop About The Sisters...

To Which There's A Complaint That I Agree With The Fanbase On...

Meanwhile, We Get A Brief Cameo By Both Garry And Penny Marshall Before The Sisters Realize That All The Small People In Costumes Are Children And That Halloween Has Become A Time Of Year When Children Run Amok...

When The Cop Doesn't Listen, Max And The Girls Go To Warn Their Parents And Everyone At The Party At Town Hall ButThey Don't Listen Either...

Eventually, The Sisters Show Up, Leading To The Best Part Of The Entire Movie...

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Hiding From The Witches In An Alley Behind A Resturant, Alison Gets An Idea, Which Involves Them, Luring The Sisters Into A Furnace At School And Burning Them Alive.,.

Succeeding In Doing So, Max And The Girls Celebrate And Binx Is Interested In The Prospect Of Finally Having A Family To Replace The One He Lost Years Ago...

But Sadly, This Happy Ending Gets Ruined Because The Sisters Are Still Alive...

As Dani And Binx Catch Some Rest, Max And Allison Go Through Winifred's Spellbook To See If There's A Way To Return Binx Back To Normal Not Knowing The Book Is Creating A Light In The Sky That Will Lead The Sisters Right To Them...

Binx Stops Max And Allison, Saying That Nothing Good Can Come From The Book, And He's Dead Right As The Sisters Show Up And Kidnap Dani And Binx Before Taking Off...

This Leads To Another One Of My Favorite Scenes...

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And That Miracle Comes In The Form Of Another Trick...

Max Shows Up At The Sisters House Just As They're About To Feed Dani The LifeForce Potion And Uses Allison's Car To Mimic The Sun To Make The Sisters Fall To The Ground So, He Can Get Dani And Binx...

After A Chase Scene Between The Car And The Sisters On Their Brooms Which Would Look Better On Endor, They Go To The Graveyard Only For Max To Get Caught By Billy Who After Using Max's Knife To Cut The Stitches On His Mouth Reveals What Side He's Actually On...

As The Final Battle Goes On, Winifred Grabs Dani, So, She Can Get Dani To Drink The LifeForce Potion...

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As Sister Thanks Brother For Saving Her Life, Brother Gets Girl Of His Dreams And Binx Is Reunited With His Sister, Emily In The Afterlife...

And That's Hocus Pocus And Aside From The Various Criticisms From Various YouTube Reviewers, It's A Pretty Good Film...

The Story Is Interesting, I Love The Characters And The Effects Are Pretty Good, So For That I Say, See It....

Till Next Time, This Is Duke, Signing Off...

#Hocus Pocus #bette midler #sarah jessica parker #kathy najimy #omri katz #thora birch #vinessa shaw #garry marshall #penny marshall #disney #disney +#disnerd #disney live action

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haddonfieldproject · 6 years

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1.1.11 HALLOWEEN NIGHT

Haddonfield, Illinois

Cammie's eyelids were just beginning to fall when she heard the sound of a car door outside. She looked to the television, there was a commercial on the screen, a trailer for a new show that was supposed to be debuting tonight.

“Due to the delays in this World Series Game Seven, the premier of Season of the Witch will debut next Friday night at 8/7 Central!” The announcer's deep voice boomed.

Cammie slid out of her seat, causing the office chair upon which she sat to give a rusty squeak upon being delivered from her tiny albeit husky frame. Cammie threw a fearful glance to the old man in the room beside her. He stared blankly at the screen with his piercing blue eyes, mouth ajar, the little oxygen tank behind his chair making puff puff sounds. Cammie heard approaching the approaching steps of what sounded like boots on the driveway pavers. She sidled on over to the window across the room and pulled back a white sheer curtain. She spread two thick slats of blinds and peered out.

The window faced out unto Matthew Street and she had a decent view of the driveway and the church across the street. A black police cruiser sat parked at the end of the driveway, headlights on, engine purring. Two officers were approaching. One of them was a short and chunky Caucasian woman. Curly black hair stuck out from her tan shiny billed hat. The other was a fat man with the complexion of cream cheese. He wore a hideous fumanchu on his face, his bulbous midsection looking ready to pop a few buttons on his khaki uniform. The man cop whistled as he got a look at the house and opened his mouth to say something but just then the female cop's radio crackled.

“One-Nine-Seven-Four seeking One-Nine-Two-Five do you copy?”

The woman cop pushed a button on the receiver mounted to her shoulder and said, “I hear you One-Nine-Seven-Four, go ahead Andy. Over.”

The two officers locked eyes, only for a moment before the radio crackled again.

“Yeah, uh, I was just wondering if you guys were seeing anything over there? Over.”

The two cops both sighed, as if in relief.

“Negative.” The woman replied, “Quiet as a mouse over here. We're still going door to door. Over.”

The male cop pulled a stick of gum out of his pocket, offered a piece to the woman, who refused, and then put a piece into his mouth.

“Yeah, we're en route to a 911 call over here off Orange and 9th, checking out a possible B&E, 66 says caller sounded young and was frantic. Over.”

“At least somebody's getting some action.” The male cop grumbled.

“Well you guys be careful and keep us posted. Over.”

“Will do. Over and out.”

Cammie watched as they approached the front door. She had to crane her neck to see, but she had a pretty good unobstructed view of the front stoop.

Chelsea Keane poured over her social media feed, which was dominated mostly by pictures of her friend's endeavors Trick-Or-Treating with their children. She scrolled past a nice parade of Disney Princesses, comic book super heroes, and the occasional vampire and Frankenstein. The movie had ended around twenty minutes or so ago and they had moved downstairs from the home theater to the living room. A fire burned cozily in the gas fireplace, warming Chelsea's feet as she propped them up on the edge of the loveseat, her head propped with a pillow on the opposite side, her body sprawled across the whole piece of furniture.

Josh sat on the edge of the larger couch watching the baseball game on the big screen TV as Penny dozed against the side of the sofa, her feet propped up in his lap which he rubbed half-hazardously, most of his focus on the game, which was just now returning from a commercial break. He was leaning forward to the glass coffee table in front of him, reaching for an aluminum can of Coke when the doorbell rang.

Chelsea let her phone fall face down on her chest. “What the hell?” She breathed.

Josh put the can to his lips, “Probably more Trick-Or-Treaters.”

Chelsea gripped her phone and swung her legs out to stand up. The bones in her back popped like a geriatric as she gained her feet. “It's too late for anymore Trick-Or-Treating.” She groaned as she walked toward the door.

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Dylan's waterbed was a queen sized plastic bladder which set inside a mahogany frame atop a large plywood base. The plywood base was essentially a hollow rectangle, the corners of which were held together by simple bronze brackets and screws. A few summers ago however, Dylan had taken to rearranging his room, to accommodate more bird cages, and had basically drug his bed from one side of the room to the other.

Aside from begin extremely fortunate the whole thing hadn't collapsed on top of him, he had managed to bust the brackets off of one of the corners at the foot of the bed. The whole plywood base now leaned precariously to one side toward the far wall. In fact, if not for the weight of the mahogany frame pressing against the wall, holding itself up, the base itself would undoubtedly collapse. Dylan didn't know this, and neither did his mother, who, even when she did have time for him, was not someone you would consider, handy around the house, or even, noticeable about such things.

Dylan could, and did often, easily pull back the piece of plywood at the foot of the bed, revealing an opening about four feet wide. Most of the time he stashed candy in there, a few times he had even crawled in there himself and pretended he was in a secret cave or a submarine or even an underground base. One time he had even stashed one of the dirty magazines his mother kept in the room upstairs, so he could get a look at some of the pictures of the men and women inside with no clothes on, but he was horrified to find that pictures of his own mother occupied most of the space inside of the magazine. That moment had pretty much turned Dylan Rawls off of pornography forever.

This time, he had something much bigger to stash under his waterbed.

In the first few seconds after stabbing the little girl, he had done nothing but stare at her. His eyes narrow like slits, his tongue out in a gesture of complete focus and concentration. He towered over the little girl and watched her tiny body, waiting for any sign of movement, at which he would bring the knife down again. But then, a very strange thing happened—at least strange for him. He fancied later that all the great killers on TV and in the movies probably wouldn't think it was strange. They were so used to killing all the time, they were probably used to all the ins and outs of it.

The girl made a noise.

It was kind of a cross between a sigh and a snore. A strange guttural exhale that passed out of her tiny frame and into the quiet stillness of the bedroom.

Dylan's eyes widened, not excessively for he had been squinting, they just sort of..evened out to their normal shape. His face took on the very definition of a cold, blank, stare and he cocked his head to one side, relaxing his arm, and letting the knife fall toward his hip. He stood looking like that for a moment, mesmerized. It was if the very life of the little girl had passed out of her and into..

Into what?

The room?

Space?

Heaven?

As he pondered this, he was jarred back to reality by a strange muffled..

WAP...WAP...WAP

He looked down and noticed that the little pocket knife he was holding was dripping blood unto the area rug.

He was horrified.

He wasn't horrified at the fact that he had murdered a beautiful little creature that now lay broken and bleeding on the floor before him. That had of course been a necessary thing, after all, the damned thing just wouldn't stop that crazy twitching, knowing full well how much it was freaking Dylan out.

No.

He was horrified that there was BLOOD on his carpet.

He looked it over.

There was in fact a lot of blood. He didn't know how much blood exactly he should have expected, again, he was new to this whole stabbing people with knives business, but there was definitely a lot of blood, everywhere.

Dylan's horror morphed into terror.

Again, not at the deed. The deed was done and what was done was done after all. You couldn't take it back, you just move on and learn from it, anyway, that's what his mother would say.

Terror in knowing that the blood would give away what had transpired here.

The blood would get him caught.

As long as no one found Maddie Keane, no one really had to know what Dylan Rawls had done now did they? It was nobody's business. Dylan didn't have to spend the rest of his days locked up in Juvie or wherever they put child killers, as interesting as a place like that sounded to him. No. Nobody had to find Maddie Keane. She could just go missing.

That would be even better, he smiled to himself. If she just went missing, her mommy wouldn't have to know that she was even dead. She would just think she ran away and not knowing what ever happened to her would be better than knowing what did happen to her, wouldn't it?

Dylan was proud of the conclusions he had drawn.

And, he thought, I have just the best hiding place in the world. No one would ever look under that bed, and I still have the bracket and screws for it in a drawer somewhere. I could fix it and seal it up like it's supposed to be and no one would ever know. It should be fixed anyway, it shouldn't be leaning like that anyway. It's probably dangerous.

He nodded to himself and looked over the scene. Most of the blood was on the rug, pooling underneath the girl, spreading out in a fan from under her little body.

All I have to do is wrap her up in the rug, he figured. Wrap her up and slide her underneath. The rest I can clean up off the tile with a few paper towels.

Dylan walked around the body of Maddie Keane, gripped the side of the rug upon which she lay, and lifted. It was just then that he heard the doorbell downstairs.

“Hello ma'am, I'm Officer Danielle Rattner and this is Officer Joe Wallace of the Warren County Police Department and we just want to ask you a few questions, it will just take a second of your time.”

Chelsea frowned and rubbed her nose with the back of her hand nervously. “Um..I'm sorry, what's this about?”

The female cop in front of her smiled. “It's nothing big really ma'am, we just want you to be aware that we have reason to believe a few dangerous individuals may be in the area and we just want you to be on the safe side.”

“What? Who?” Chelsea shook her head. She was pretty sure he buzz from the joint she had smoked earlier was long gone but seeing two uniformed officers on the front step sure ratcheted up the paranoia a notch.

The male cop passed her a piece of paper. There were two men, both very similar looking, one was older than the other and the younger of the two had a gap in his front teeth. “Have you seen these men?”

Chelsea took the picture, looked at it, and then smiled. “Oh shit, is this a prank?” She asked. “I saw these guys on the news this morning.”

The female cop, Officer Rattner shook her head. “'Fraid not ma'am. We have reason to believe that the Chumway Brothers are in the vicinity of Warren County as we speak and we are asking everyone to be vigilant and just be on their lookout for these two very dangerous individuals.”

“Oh shit,” Chelsea breathed, trying to remember what she had heard about them on the news that morning but remembering nothing. But if it made the news it must have been bad, she thought.

“Okay,” she replied, gripping the door to close it, “I'll keep an eye out.”

“One more thing ma'am.” Officer Rattner held out her hand to stop her. “We have one more dangerous person on the loose, an escaped patient from a psychiatric facility nearby.”

Now this Chelsea did remember in detail, but only because the story was so improbable that she couldn't believe it. “Are you talking about Michael Myers?” She asked, “That guy who killed everybody when he was a kid?”

The male officer nodded. “Yes ma'am.”

“You guys haven't caught him yet?” Chelsea asked.

The woman's radio crackled. The voice that came through sounded an octave too high. Tense and earnest.

“One-Nine-Seven-Four seeking One-Nine-Two-Five do you copy?!”

Officer Rattner smiled. “Excuse me.” She said and turned, walking back down the driveway toward Matthew Street.

Officer Wallace continued, “We have not apprehended the suspect yet, no. We have reason to believe he may be wearing a blue jumpsuit. He's very tall, large build.”

“I'm here Andy, what's up?” Officer Rattner could be heard from the end of the driveway.

“So he's not a kid anymore?” Chelsea laughed.

“We need assistance at the corner of Orange and 9th! We have a stabbing victim and attempted home invasion. Sheriff Brackett is also en-route, he wants all available units to meet him there! Over!” Squawked Officer Rattner's radio.

“No I'm afraid he's not.” Officer Wallace chuckled.

“Ok, we'll be right there. Over and Out. Hey Joe!” Officer Rattner called from the end of the driveway.

Joe turned. “Yeah?”

“We gotta go, something going down in Orange Grove.” she replied.

Joe sighed, “Goodnight miss.”

Chelsea smiled and shut the door.

She walked back into the living room and stood in the doorway, temporarily lost in thought.

Her son Josh didn't look up from the television when he asked, “Who was that at the door?”

Chelsea didn't answer.

Josh looked at her, “Mom?”

Chelsea blinked and shook her head. “Oh..nobody. Where's the kids?”

It had been difficult, but Dylan had managed to roll the body of little Maddie Keane up inside the rug and fit her into the opening under his waterbed. The rug was too long for it all to fit straight in, and he found that he was unable to put the piece of plywood at the foot of the bed back into place. So he had crawled in under the bed and slid the rug with the young girl inside sideways. After this, the piece of wood fit back snugly. He didn't attach the brackets now however, figuring he could just do that later.

After this was accomplished he had set about cleaning the rest of the drops of blood from the tile floor using a bottle of Windex and most of the roll of paper towels he kept next to the bird cages. Luckily, very little of the blood had fallen into the grout of the tile and what had mattered little because the grout on the floor was black anyway, so it was hard to see unless you knew where to look. Dylan tossed the bloody knife and the bloody paper-towels into his waste basket and then pulled the trash bag out of the can and stuffed that under the bed as well. He kept a box of trash bags under one of the bird cages and was applying a new bag to the can when there was knock on the door.

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Chelsea Keane opened it without an invitation.

“Wow,” Chelsea exclaimed, “Cleaning our room?”

“Yes!” Dylan barked, immediately ashamed of how his voice cracked as he answered. He sounded overly excited.

“It smells so clean in here.” said Chelsea smiling at him.

“That's the Windex.” Dylan replied.

“Uh huh,” Chelsea smiled. “Where's the girls?”

“I don't know where Cammie is.” Dylan answered.

“Well where is Maddie?” Chelsea asked, frowning.

Dylan shrugged.

“I thought she was playing with you.”

“We were playing the Wii,” Dylan answered, “But I didn't want to play anymore.”

Chelsea turned and left without a word.

Dylan felt like he could finally breathe again.

As the police officers walked back to their vehicle, Cammie climbed back up in the office chair and turned to the old man.

Same expression...or lack thereof.

Half opened eyes, half opened mouth, looking at the game, but even at Cammie's young age, she wondered in some abstract way if he was really seeing the game.

“Welcome back to Wrigley Field as we move into the bottom of the seventh inning, the White Sox have a 2-0 lead on their cross town rivals in this decisive Game Seven of the World Series. And the Cubs will bring a new pitcher into the ballgame now...”

The door to the little room burst open, flooding the room with light.

“Maddie?” Chelsea Keane called, her face haggard in the soft light of the television, her eyes were wide. They fixed on Cammie in the chair.

“What are you doing in here?” She asked, “Come out of there this instant. Who told you to go in there?”

Cammie hopped out of the chair at once and filed out into the hallway with her babysitter.

“Why were you in that room?” Chelsea asked the girl as she closed the door behind her. “Where's Maddie?”

“I don't know.” Cammie replied, her eyes growing cloudy.

“Why were you in there?” Chelsea asked again, growing impatient.

“They said I couldn't play with them.” Cammie said, her face breaking.

“Who said?” Chelsea asked.

“Dylan. He said that fat girls couldn't play.” A tear spilled out of the chubby little girl's left eye and dripped down her pink cheek.

Chelsea rolled her eyes and fumed. “Well, where is Maddie?” She asked.

“I don't know.” Cammie answered.

Josh Keane appeared at the end of the hallway. Penny was up and standing behind him, her hair disheveled. She yawned, covering her mouth.

“What's going on mom?” Josh asked.

“I can't find Maddie.” Chelsea said.

“Well let's look for her. This house is huge.”

The four of them stepped back out into the living room. Dylan had made his way down the stairs. As the group walked passed him, he plopped unto the end of the couch where Josh had been sitting, and picked up the remote for the television. Cammie sat down beside him, although, not too close beside him, she slid to the other end of the piece of furniture.

“You two check upstairs, and I'll check the pool hall...oh my god, the pool!” Chelsea exclaimed and jerked open one of the sliding glass doors.

Cammie watched worriedly as the woman practically leaped outside and the other two teenager bounded up the stairs. Then he turned to Dylan.

Dylan payed them no attention, he giggled at the television where Spongebob Squarepants was trying to figure out how to save his friend Patrick the Starfish who was currently buried up to his neck---if starfish had necks---in sand.

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#Halloween #halloween movie #halloween story #michael myers #haddonfield #the shape #fan fiction #horror #horror story #horror movie #horror franchise #halloween franchise

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walkingshcdow-a · 3 years

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I saw a ship meme so I'm HERE WITH JANE AND VICTOR [Frankenstein. Her husband.]

Ship HCs | Not Accepting!

General:

How long will they last? - Probably forever, unless one of us decides they fail at achieving immortality.

How quickly did/will they fall in love? - I think it might be fair to say.... six months? We did it in real time because back then we had more free time so there were A LOT of day-to-day foundational threads that made it feel slow but if I review.... yeah, six months sounds accurate.

How was their first kiss? - Romantic, somewhat dramatic, and punctuated with comedy. Very nice.

Wedding:

Who proposed? - V I C T O R

Who is the best man/men? - Probably Igor? Did they have a bridal party?

Who is the braid’s maid(s)? - Again, idk if they had a proper bridal party. Jane’s friends that aren’t NPCs are largely male though. Hmm...

Who did the most planning? - I think they divided it up nicely, although I will say we did more threads where Jane was helming plans.

Who stressed the most? - I think they kept it pretty low stress, all in all. I’m proud of them.

How fancy was the ceremony? - Back of a pickup truck | 2 | 3 | 4 | Normal Church Wedding | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Kate and William wish they were this big.

Who was specifically not invited to the wedding? - Is it cheating to say Finnegan? Because... he wasn’t. And he will probably never let Jane live down the fact that he will have her stand up in his wedding but she didn’t even invite him to hers. (They weren’t friends at the time). I’d also guess Victor’s dad wasn’t invited.

Sex:

Who is on top? - It varies. NGL though... Victor is... increasingly vocal about wanting Jane to top him.

Who is the one to instigate things? - Both but Jane is a little bit of a troublemaker and Victor LIVES for it.

How healthy is their sex life? - Pretty healthy. Enthusiastic and consent-filled and loving. Barely touch themselves let alone each other | 2 | 3 | 4 | Once a couple weeks, nothing overboard | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They are humping each other on the couch right now

How kinky are they? - Fairly. Some toys, some light bondage, some roleplay, some risky locations, definitely some marking. They’ll try many things once - more if they liked it. Straight missionary with the lights off | 2 | 3 | 4 | Might try some butt stuff and toys | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Don’t go into the sex dungeon without a horse’s head

How long do they normally last? - Long enough and sometimes longer.

Do they make sure each person gets an equal amount of orgasms? - Victor absolutely tries his best but Jane doesn’t think “equal amounts of orgasms” is necessary (or... you know... possible some times. Refractory periods and all that. Yes, she has to explain it scientifically to him.)

How rough are they in bed? - Softer than a butterfly on the back of a bunny | 2 | 3 | 4 | The bed’s shaking and squeaking every time | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Their dirty talk is so vulgar it’d make Dwayne Johnson blush. Also, the wall’s so weak it could collapse the next time they do it.

How much cuddling/snuggling do they do? - No touching after sex | 2 | 3 | 4 | A little spooning at night, or on the couch, but not in public | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They snuggle and kiss more often than a teen couple on their fifth date to a pillow factory.

Children:

How many children will they have naturally? - I think we’ve said “one”. They’re in no rush.

How many children will they adopt? - Probably zero.

Who gets stuck with the most diapers? - It really depends on work schedules. Does Jane stay at the university? Then it’s Victor, he will take the time off for their child. If Jane chooses to stay home... well, then she has to accept the responsibility that comes with that.

Who is the stricter parent? - Jane. Victor is inconsistently strict.

Who stops the kid(s) from doing dangerous stunts after school? - I almost said “neither” but what I mean is: Do you really think Jane and Victor’s child could be stopped?

Who remembers to pack the lunch(es)? - They both enjoy doing the lunches. I think they have a rotating schedule.

Who is the more loved parent? - Ooof. Idk. We haven’t talked much about their child because we’re postponing it.

Who is more likely to attend the PTA meetings?: Victor, only to throw hands, lbr.

Who cried the most at graduation? - Victor, probably, between rounds of pushing the kid to prepare for college.

Who is more likely to bail the child(ren) out of trouble with the law? - Yes. Again: this is Jane and Victor’s child. If they’re in trouble with the law, it’s for trespassing or unethical experimentation.

Cooking:

Who does the most cooking? - COOKING IS A LOVE LANGUAGE IN THE FRANKENSTEIN HOUSE

Who is the most picky in their food choice? - Jane. She’s not “picky” so much as “Victor will eat anything if it’s by his keyboard long enough”.

Who does the grocery shopping? - They take turns AND go together.

How often do they bake desserts? - JANE IS THE BEST BAKER AND SHE DOES THIS OFTEN.

Are they more of a meat lover or a salad eater? - Meat, but Jane Makes Sure there are vegetables included, always.

Who is more likely to surprise the other(s) with an anniversary dinner? - They’re likely to have the same idea and run into each other in the kitchen and end up cooking together.

Who is more likely to suggest going out? - Victor

Who is more likely to burn the house down accidently while cooking? - How dare you.

Chores:

Who cleans the room? - Jane

Who is really against chores? - Victor

Who cleans up after the pets? - Victor

Who is more likely to sweep everything under the rug? - Victor

Who stresses the most when guests are coming over? - Jane because she found the stuff Victor swept under the rug

Who found a dollar between the couch cushions while cleaning? - Jane. Finder’s keepers, Victor.

Misc:

Who takes the longer showers/baths? - Jane

Who takes the dog out for a walk? - They’re cat people.

How often do they decorate the room/house for the holidays? - Twice. Once for Halloween and once for Christmas.

What are their goals for the relationship? - Stay in love every day, explore the world together, and maybe raise the dead along the way.

Who is most likely to sleep till noon? - Victor does this every few Saturdays, once he’s crashed and burned.

Who plays the most pranks? - They both do, but I think Victor starts it.

#professorofpredators #x. asks #x. meme response #;;headcanons | {victor frankenstein}#professor-of-predators

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