#Haunted dolls and one that isn't quite a doll
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#Haunted dolls and one that isn't quite a doll#oc art#my art#Lily The WhiteDoll#Lycoris The Red Dol#Rose The Red Doll#Calla The Black Doll#Chrysi The Pink Doll#Lilia The Blue Doll#Cynthia The Green Doll#Marion The Enigma
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Jane Doe (Ride the Cyclone) Propaganda:
Great singing, also she’s literally wearing a doll‘s head bc she lost hers
do they have their soul or is it rotting somewhere with their head?
BALLAD OF JANE DOE IS SO SAD AND SHE IS GREAT AND I ONLY WATCH RTC ONCE BUT SHES NY FAVE OK
cool asf
She forgets her name after her death and has no story told in the production
She's so sweet and deserves the world. Her song (The Ballad of Jane Doe) is great.
the song goes so hard just listen to her song guys please
she literally died and her head was cut off so nobody could tell who she was PLEASE let her take one (1) W
BECAUSE SHE IS AMAZING. First she already won the tournament in the musical to regain life, as she won them over with her sad wet cat energy because she did not have a head and feared that she lost her soul. Second, she died on a roller coaster and lost her head, but stole her doll's head and thats very gender. Third, throughout the musical she is used as a vessel for religious allegory, she is an angel, she is jesus, she is a demon, she is forsaken but she is purity itself. Fourthly, she is is given the identity of Savannah with the greenest eyes after the other characters who died with her hold her a birthday party, and I think thats sweet because its probably some kind of meaning I cant see but auughfhfhh shes so cool
i mean her name isn't TECHNICALLY jane doe but we refer to her as such. she's so silly!! autism powers! i don't have a lot of propaganda tbh. i would've just been surprised had she NOT been submitted
She lost her head literally when the rollercoaster derailed. She wasn't able to be identified apart from the school uniform she was wearing.
Her name is forgotten, and so is everything about her. So she’s called Jane Doe. She’s very sweet and very creepy, but she doesn’t mean it
and im asking WHYYYYY LORRRRRDDD
I LOVE HER! she died in a roller coaster accident and was decapitated, her body not being found. in the show, her head is actually just her doll’s head. the coroners couldn’t identify her, so she was dubbed a jane doe. in the game to be alive again, she ends up being voted, her name being revealed to be penny lamb. anyways she’s a little creepy and also quite silly and she does her funny little waddle like a porcelain doll (or corpse).
She deserves it! She lost her head she shouldn't lose this too.
Not convinced you didn’t start this tournament just for her tbh
They have a great song and a true air of mystery to them. They also have arguably the best song in the musical, The Ballad of Jane Doe! I would definitely recommend listening to it >:)
—She LOST her HEAD and had it replaced with a PORCELAIN DOLL —In all seriousness her story is really poignant. No one could identify her body so she arrives in the afterlife not knowing her identity and she spends the show vacillating between depressed and angry at her situation, leading to… —“The Ballad of Jane Doe”, specifically Emily Rohm’s version, might be the most haunting solo in musical theatre history.
John Doe (Malevolent) Propaganda:
Spooky gay eldritch disaster (am I doing this right?)
Could have chosen any name for himself and picked John because a kind person called him that :)
fractured piece of an eldritch god that shares a body with a private eye after being fractured. chooses the name John Doe after said private eye goes into a coma
Because he’s an eldritch god who wants to feel human and who overcame a lot of obstacles and dangers!!! He sincerely cares about the main character!!! And he chose a name himself! Isn’t he cute??? He lost his body, he almost lost his memory, he fought for his right to exist, he loves animals, he loves his friend Arthur and I love him!
Being an ass, friendship, spooky supernatural stuff, he’s got it all
My man heard the name John Doe, realized he didn’t actually have a name, and just. Took it for himself.
I LOVE HIM. MY SON. HE’S TRYING TO CHANGE AND BE BETTER AND :(((( He’s a fragment of the soul of the King in Yellow (god of trickery and suffering iirc??) that gets trapped in a book in our realm while the rest of the King stayed in his own separate realm. When a human named Arthur Lester opens the book they get linked and John gains control of Arthur’s eyes & kills his partner (oops!). They proceed to go on a quest to find a way of separating them because neither likes the situation, and at first John (or The Entity, which is what he’s called at first) just wants to trick and use Arthur, and control his entire body (through the first season he also gets a hand & a foot) even though he doesn’t remember being The King In Yellow at the time, but Arthur makes him change and become more human. His turning point is when Arthur is shot and falls into a coma for a month. They get treated at a hospital and while John waits for Arthur to wake up so they can carry on, the body itself still gets taken care of. The time John spends alone, contemplating on humanity & everything he’s seeing and learning from Arthur, as well as the way a certain nurse speaks to him every day (specifically, she greets him good morning and good night, despite the body being unresponsive, John still hears because he is an entity linked to the body) and calls him John (they didn’t have ID on when they were found so they were classified as John Doe), changes his outlook and plans for good, and he asks Arthur to call him John; from this point on he admits he cares for Arthur, looks for his wellbeing too, and in general attempts to be a better person and to live for himself. The rest of the podcast (ongoing!!) explores Arthur & John’s relationship, struggle to survive, adventures in the eldritch… All while tackling each of their issues with themselves and each other and watching them both grow. John in specific learns to be the person he wants to be, how sometimes you’ll take a step forward and two backwards; he can be cruel and manipulative sometimes but he still tries. Personally I love his journey, it’s very realistic and you can see he is trying his best, and how he wants to be better than he was as the King In Yellow, and how much Arthur has changed him and how much he cares about him because of that; and how he’s slowly growing into being his own person :) if it ends badly ill cry so hard but!!! he’s John Doe because that’s the name he was being addressed as, and he’s made it his, and being John means he’s no longer the King and that he wants to be different, and John can fail or make mistakes but it’s part of who he is now, and that’s what matters. I am So Normal About Him
JOHN DOE (Malevolent) SWEEP
OH MY GOD JOHN DOE MY BELOVED 💛💛
(watch me just not clarify that would be so funny ahah)
John doe (Malevolent) 💛💛💛 my silly
He's so funny he makes Arthur bump his head into a dock because he didn't say duck in time and then laughs at him 💛💛
#jane john doe tournament#jane doe#jane doe rtc#jane doe ride the cyclone#rtc#ride the cyclone#john doe#john doe malevolent#malevolent#round 4
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I love your work!! Congrats on 1k followers- your fics are amazing💙💙 May I request ‘country house’ and ‘something isn’t right about (setting). Something is off.’ ? Maybe with Price x reader please? (-:
1k game here - no more please!
i have an unreasonably difficult time thinking of a "something's off" for these prompts. but we write on nonetheless!
1.1k of price being your young daughter's "imaginary" friend. fair warning, this one doesn't have an actual price appearance, it's mostly just vibes. (cw for implied stalking/haunting, no smut!)
The big country house is your dream home.
It had come when you most needed it - your sister had finally gotten tired of letting you and your five year old couch surf and kicked you out with no warning, leaving you with only your car to live in and no prospects.
You'd been driving through a tiny town, only even heard about the house because of a kind waitress who took pity on you when you told her about your situation. She introduced you to her younger sister, a local realtor who'd recently marked down a nice family home to practically nothing because she couldn't get it to sell.
It had seemed too good to be true, honestly. The house is a grand thing - two stories, a wraparound porch, relatively new appliances. The price you paid - you negotiated down - was practically pennies.
But you don't have the privilege of questioning your blessings with a little one relying on you. So you tell yourself that this is just good karma, and you get yourself moved into the home as quickly as possible.
It's weeks later, from that same waitress, that you learn why the house was so cheap. Apparently a local man had been murdered there only a few months ago - a robbery gone wrong, if your source is to be believed, and an apparently very violent death for the poor man living there alone.
It certainly changes the way you feel in the house, knowing that something so horrible happened less than a year ago. The house still feels the same, but you look at it with the knowledge of who might've been there before.
You're... well, you're very lonely these days. You work long hours at home, holed up in your home office, responding to emails and sitting on calls all day. You only really leave to drop off your daughter and to pick her up, or if she wants to go somewhere in the city. If it were up to you, you'd never leave your new property.
And the house isn't small - you've never lived in a multiple story house, let alone one with no one else there. You can never fully shake the paranoia that someone else could be in the house with you, and you'd never know.
You remind yourself that you need to get a dog as soon as you can afford one, and try to wipe the nervousness from your mind.
When summer hits, you and your daughter spend most of your days at home. The house came with quite a bit of land, more than enough for a little five year old to amuse herself with on a nice summer day. You find that you enjoy sitting on the back porch with a cool drink and a book, keeping one eye on the story and another on your daughter while she plays with her dolls.
She doesn't have many friends. You'd worry, but she's always been a happy girl, and she doesn't seem to have any sort of social issues. You don't have the money to get her to a doctor, so you comfort yourself with the idea that she's just a shy child.
So you spend your summer, just the two of you. You spend an almost regrettable amount of time in your office with the door open so you can hear if something goes wrong, but you watch the small nest-egg grow in your bank account, and you tell yourself you'll make it up to your little girl by spoiling her later.
You only start to grow truly concerned about midway through the summer, when your daughter comes to you and tells you about an imaginary friend.
"John says we should play outside today," she says over breakfast one morning, casual as can be between mouthfuls of pancake.
"What's that, honey?" You ask, only half paying attention as you mix another batch.
"John wants to go outside. He's says it's a nice day. He doesn't like that you stay inside so much."
That makes you pause, turning to look over at your daughter. She's never known a John in her life. You have no idea where this is coming from.
"Who's John, sweetheart?"
"My friend," she replies, swinging her legs above the floor, happy as can be. "He was here first. We play together when you're workin'."
You blink at her a little dumbly. You know, logically, that John must be an imaginary friend - someone her little five year old mind has conjured in all her hours alone in the big house. But still, your simmering paranoia about there being someone else in the house spikes.
"Have I ever met John, honey?"
"Nuh-uh," she giggles a little, looking at you with an expression that says silly mommy. "John's not really there, mommy. That's why I gotta take everything outside."
You nod a little, your worry assuaged. It's just an imaginary friend - a perfectly normal kid thing.
"Well," you hum, turning to the skillet to start on your own pancakes. "I wouldn't mind working on the porch today, baby. You and John can play outside all you want."
It should be just that. It is just that.
Except... the idea of an imaginary friend eats at you.
As the pieces start connecting you tell yourself that you've spent too much time alone in this big old house. You tell yourself you need to get out, to find communities for both you and your baby to get involved with.
But the dots still connect.
You think of all the times you've heard your daughter start crying in the middle of the night, only for her to be giggling by the time you get to her room. You think of the night you were sure you left the stove on (you'd planned to make brownies, but gotten distracted while the oven preheated) only to find it completely turned off when you rushed downstars.
You think of the full conversations your sweet baby girl tells about John. She tells you he's tall, with a big beard, and a funny hat. She says he's got a nice voice and soft hands. She says he tells her bedtime stories, and that he has a funny accent.
You sit on the porch one night, and the back door opens behind you. Instead of the sound of small feet pattering towards you, there's silence. The door closes another moment later.
Your daughter tells you that John thinks you should spend more time with them - not her, with them.
The bed is made one day when you're sure you hadn't bothered in the morning. You'd been overwhelmed with work, had been too stressed to bother tucking in your comforter. When you go to bed that night, it's perfectly made with almost military precision.
You watch from the porch as your daughter giggles with her doll, dancing the little toy through the air and talking to nothing. You blow a cool breath over your mug, and tell yourself there's nothing there.
That night, there's a spot of warmth in your bed when you lay down to sleep.
#idk why i keep giving price's readers children#sorry to those of you not down for single mom readers lmfao#deal with it!#bo writes#1k celebration#price x reader#john price x reader#cod fanfic#call of duty fanfic
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Chucky predictions
SPOILER WARNING FOR CHUCKY S3E5!
I wanna make Chucky theories so bad, but I can't think of any! This show is so crazy that I can't even predict or speculate on what could happen next. There are some people teasing on twitter though and all they've been doing is making me even more hyped for how this season is going to end. So here are some of my predictions based on everything that's been teased so far.
Jake will enter the spirit realm:
I don't think he's necessarily going to die, but he's so fixated on ending Chucky for good to the point where he refused to run away from it all like Devon suggested. And we've heard the doctor, the only way you get to the spirit realm is by dying, but what if you didn't need to die? I believe that thanks to all the supernatural shit occurring there, the White House will become some sort of passage between the two realms. Jake will cross it to try and destroy Charles' soul, but if he will fail or succeed is still debatable...
Caroline helps Chucky get young again:
If Jake fails in permanently killing Chucky, Caroline will come to the rescue. We know she'll be back, but what role will she play in this mess? When she'll return, all hell already would've broken loose and she'll just make it worse. Her sudden entrance at the White House will cause quite the emotional reunion for Lexi and her. Yet, Caroline didn't come alone. Armed with the Voodoo for Dummies book, sure, but she brought another friend, who's none other than the Good Guy Doll creator played by John Waters. He came with a new doll, a new vessel for Charles and with Caroline's newfound knowledge of Voodooism, she'll get Damaballa's blessings and give Chucky a new body, a new chance to not disappoint the almighty Iowa and if he plays his cards right, he might even become forever young.
Grant will survive:
I don't have any evidence to back this up, I just like him and think it's unfair that Lexy always has to say goodbye to someone she loves each season and I just don't want it to happen again. From a psychology standpoint it just desensitized her and would lead to her not getting attached to anyone else besides Jake & Devon next season, in fear of someone else always having to die because of her. And from a writing perspective it just gets repetitive, predictable and boring. So please Don Mancini don't kill him, also I love Jackson Kelly.
The past will haunt everyone:
Charles Lee Ray isn't the only ghost the Terror Trio will have to deal with in the newly supernatural possessed White House. We've seen the past of the Collins family haunt them time and time again, we've seen Henry talk about ghosts and fearing what they told him almost every single episode. Why would that stop at Joseph or Charles? Wouldn't it be horrible for our trio to be faced with the lives they lost thanks to a doll they couldn't stop? How would Jake react upon seeing his father again, disappointed at him for being gay. And Lexy, the poor girl, facing Junior, the boy she watched die, trying to save her... Not making at least one ghost of the past come back would be a wasted opportunity.
Tiffany will survive, but Jennifer's body might not:
Tiffany's possible death has been brought up in every interview Jennifer Tilly made following the comeback of Chucky season 3. At this point it even became a ‘will they, won't they’ situation. Does Mancini really have the guts to kill off a cult favorite character and actress he loves so much? Or will we just say goodbye to seeing Tilly on screen and welcome only her voice? I mean the trailer kinda made it clear for me that this isn't the end of Tiffany's story, but maybe that of Jennifer's body.
#chucky#charles lee ray#chucky series#chucky season 3#chucky syfy#lexy cross#jake wheeler#devon evans#childs play#tiffany#tiffany valentine#jennifer tilly#devon sawa#brad dourif#tyler bass#grant collins#jackson Kelly#alyvia alyn lind#zackary arthur#bjorgvin arnarson#don mancini
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It's taken me far too long to have this thought out in public
Daniil should be Artemy's sacrifice in the termite ending.
tl;dr Haruspex route is the only one Daniil doesn't fit the criteria for a sacrifice in and it's been haunting me for years.
NOW, what's the criteria we get for the sacrifice? Beautiful young woman who is in love with Artemy right? well, yes, but that prophecy is given to the player by Katerina, the false mistress, all of her other prophecies are in some way wrong, why is this one followed to the letter? Well there is another definition to the sacrifice Artemy must make, two actually. (it's one, I know, but this is easier for me)
The first is that it has to be equal to the udurgh, which the polyhedron isn't. This is why Artemy does not become the foreman in the termite ending and why that ending feels so deeply unsatisfying and unfitting for him, because he never actually fulfils his goal (THIS IS WHY HARUSPEX ROUTE UTOPIAN ENDING IS SO MUCH BETTER but I already ranted about that) Aglaya fills that criteria.
Now you might ask why, and that leads very cleanly to the second point, the real need in the sacrifice to be equal to the udurgh is that it isn't a man, and in Aglaya's own words, "Simon was almost human. And me-I'm not quite human." Aglaya is not quite human, because she is aware of her status as a doll.
What does this have to do with Daniil?
Well, Daniil is "not quite human" himself in the two other routes.
Bachelor route is very simple to explain, not only does he get to discover that he is a doll, but even if he doesn't heal another bound and meet the powers that be, he is still the player character, he still has this level of separation from the world caused by the player, this distinction between the player and the character is made most clear in the Haruspex route where it's explicitly said that Aglaya isn't in love with Artemy, she's in love with the player, as the player themselves say, "Did you fall in love with him because he was free? But that wasn't him; it was me." Meaning that the player is separate enough from their character to justify the player character being "not quite human."
Now Changeling route is where this gets interesting. because there it is also not his route but Daniil is still aware of his status as a toy in it, claiming it to be the third time he's been deceived, outright stating, "I'm a plaything! And so, undoubtedly, are you." Now this obviously makes him fit the criteria of "not quite human" as established by Aglaya, but, this is where it gets interesting.
Because in that same conversation, Daniil can say, "Self-denial is the meaning here, silly. Deny yourself and you win. Yes, that's how it is! That's the essence of my discovery." And this, this line. This one line, which is specifically set after the player played the Bachelor's route, implies that he has known since. Now that might be a bit of a stretch but with the recommended order of playing being Bachelor -> Haruspex -> Changeling, how hard is it to believe that there is a chance that he is aware during the Haruspex's route? Honestly that makes that possibility so fascinating, because he is right when he's saying that he only wins by self-denial, because by denying to himself (and to Artemy, ie, still himself) the fact that he is a doll, he is keeping himself alive. Because otherwise, he would fit the criteria, being a Healer, a past (or future) player character, and "not quite human" he would very well fit the criteria to be an equal sacrifice to the udurgh.
Let us revisit the prophecy by Katerina, by Artemy's own description, Daniil is handsome, he is 28/29 so arguably young, not a woman, and well, in love with Artemy. Considering the fact that Katerina's prophecies are never outright true, this is as close to confirmation as I am going to get.
Why do I care?
WELL, one, potential, so much potential, I have a wip waiting about this.
But also, it would make the problem of Haruspex route termite ending being a kind of boring and unfulfilling ending not be that, and add another layer of tragedy to it. Let me explain, the problem with termite ending (Artemy route) as it is, is that Artemy makes the wrong choice, it's said multiple times that the right choice for him, is to destroy the town, this is stated in Clara's ice prince story, in the character selection screen, as well as the conversation with the executor in the end which states that "inevitability" is the only true villain. Daniil being his sacrifice would prove that wrong. It would give Artemy a way out of that trap laid for him. It would mean the acceptance of the butchers and Artemy gaining access to the living blood below the earth, not just what will spill from the polyhedron's base. It also adds another interesting aspect to the game in that this would be the one chance for a player character not your own to die, and it will be by your hand. Which assuming the player played/is planning to play Bachelor route, would hurt.
I'm not even going to go into the queer interpretation of that possible ending just know that I am thinking about it constantly
I hope this was somewhat coherent, I have been thinking about this specific thing for years and it's not leaving me alone.
#pathologic#daniil dankovsky#artemy burakh#burakhovsky#yes I will ship tag this no one can stop me#murdering a man for your town is gay as shit#no because the game expects you to take all of Katerina's prophecies as controlled by the rat prophet#and then perfectly accept that one#I don't like termite haruspex as it is#it's boring sorry it lacks panache this thing could fix it#I could rant abt this more if asked
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I got both my flu and covid shot yesterday so today I'm feeling. bad. lmao. But I also saw two movies and had fun at them both!
I'll make posts about both of them, but I guess I'll start with A Haunting in Venice because I have more thoughts about it, I think.
My non-spoilery thoughts are that I actually enjoyed it a lot more than I thought I would! The ambiance was impeccable and I think I'd watch it again just to look at it. It was very pleasantly spooky, more than I'd expected, and despite not having watched the other films, I was able to easily follow along. A lot of the acting was super fun, and Michelle Yeoh was really hot, and it was a spooky ghost story! What more could you want?
(Except subtitles, I guess, because I missed a lot of dialogue. Much more than I usually do. Kenneth Branagh's fake French accent was particularly difficult to decipher.)
Two personal things, which I thought were funny. The children's song heard repeatedly in the movie, Giro Giro Tondo, creeped me out specifically because my mother gave me a doll when I was little that she'd gotten in Italy during a business trip, and when you held its hands it sang that song. I... have a bit of a doll phobia, so I did have a moment of OH NO, IT'S THIS BITCH.
The other is that I was able to figure out the mystery very quickly because of my own special interests, which was very funny to me. I'm sorry that I am too much the target audience for this movie. ;; More on that in a minute.
spoilers below the cut
It was interesting to hear after watching the movie that the original book took place in the UK because the central spookiness of the film did feel very Italian. The old ruined palazzo, the ruinous aftereffects of the Holocaust in Central Europe, the general Vibe. But most of the main characters aren't Italian, so I suppose it makes sense...
It was definitely much darker than I had expected it to be, from a human cruelty standpoint. The allusions to the Holocaust (both when discussing Dr. Ferrier's severe PTSD after liberating Bergen-Belsen and the Romani siblings who were orphaned and forced into very dire straits to survive) were very frank and graphically discussed, which isn't something you actually see in films as often these days, and the fact that impoverished orphan children really were purposefully murdered during the plague had... very familiar vibes after being from a high-risk (and easily dismissed) group during covid.
In the end, the movie ended up being as much about metaphorical ghosts as literal ones, and I can see how a writer struggling with her wartime experiences as a nurse would end up writing a story that so blatantly grapples with the soul of humanity -- and whether it's worth protecting. The medium comparing hearing the ghosts screaming to her time as a nurse during the war treating the suffering... It does make me think about Christie's own experiences, y'know? I haven't read the book, so idk how much of it was invented for the movie, but... it did make me think about her.
As for the mystery itself... I guess there are two things to know about me. One is that I studied mithridatism (and Mithridates himself) when writing fic for Arsenic and Old Lace for YT many years ago. The other is that I wrote an original f/f fic about poisonous beekeeping around the same period. It wasn't my best work, necessarily, but I'll tell you -- I know a lot about mad honey.
So let's just say that the suspense wasn't quite as suspenseful for me lmao. From the second that one woman say "Mithridates" I was pretty ready for what was coming next, and when I saw that she kept bees and everyone kept eating honey... I mean. lmao
That said, the fact that it was very difficult to tell whether the ghostly apparitions were hallucinations or real or some combination of the two was really fun and interesting.
With Christie's Thing for poisons... I guess it's interesting how much fo the movie was about food and hunger and how food can kill you if it's not the right kind -- and how love could go the same way. The discussion of the camp survivors in Germany dying after being given milk, the children being intentionally walled up and starved to death, the siblings eating "non-food", like mice, in order to survive after being orphaned during the war... And obviously the poisoned tea from a mother whose love itself had been poisoned.
And then, y'know, the metaphor flourishing when you see how love itself, twisted into madness, was the reason why so many people had suffered and died. Rowena's fear that her daughter would leave her, Alicia's agony that her fiancé had, Olga accidentally poisoning a child she loved because she was trying to soothe her, Ferrier accidentally poisoning the concentration camp survivors when trying to nurse them back to health, Leopold's desperate attempts to protect and support his father being the exact thing that got him killed...
I'm a little too tired to pull it together into a coherent thesis statement, but... The themes are layered here. Hunger for food and for love and for companionship. Poison being added to the things you think will nourish you and those you love. The desire to be seen, by those you love and those you respect and those who you fear have forgotten you...
You have Ariadne (great name for a spinner of mysteries, btw) using a friend in order to get back her adoring public. Both Maxim and Alicia desperate for the other's attention. Poor little Leo trying to soothe his father's PTSD and being parentified at far too young an age, but desperate to be seen for the marvel he is all at once.
And Alicia's ghost, obviously, reaching out to those she'd known in life and trying to get revenge on those who'd harmed her. She wanted to be seen, too, and she wanted to be understood.
I suppose that's what the whole movie comes down to. Love and understanding and the way it can be twisted horribly even as we crave it.
The movie wasn't perfect and I suspect the subject matter will be far too dark for people expecting something like Knives Out, but I did enjoy it far more than I thought it would. The vibes were genuinely very creepy and the mystery and characters were interesting. I haven't read the book, so I can't tell you how it stacks up there.
I think, sorry Kenneth Branagh, that his casting as Poirot was probably the weakest part of the movie for me. That said, the directing was so good that I at times found myself like "sir?? why not just direct these movies and let someone else play the lead????"
(see: the lin-manuel miranda effect)
But a lot of the other acting was very good, especially Michelle Yeoh who was very hot and very interesting in her role. Boy, I was SO sad when she was the first to die because I was like "OH NO, SHE WAS SO HOT..."
/shallow
Anyway, tl;dr it was a good movie for the spooky season, even if I suspect some of the subject matter will be difficult for people to handle. (Particularly the child death.) And even if you don't enjoy the writing, the footage of Venice and the overall vibes are impeccable so you can just turn off your brain and enjoy wandering through a spooky ruined palazzo.
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Oh I had a very fun, vaguely gothic horror flavored dream last night if any1 wants to hear about it. The dream itself wasn't particularly long but so much happened I won't be able to recount it in a way that isn't long-winded. So I'm putting it under a readmore lol.
Not the most "out there" as far as my dreams go but 1. It was very vivid, intricate and cohesive and 2. I actually remember like 90% of it. There is a haunting in it though! Always fun.
Not sure exactly where or how the dream started, but I was in this bigass old musty castle. I had amnesia, but I knew I lived there (or used to? I felt wistful, like I was returning after some time away). I also knew someone (a friend or sibling or something) used to lived there as well, but died of mysterious causes. I kept finding their belongings, small fancy things like lockets, jewelry boxes, expensive trinkets made of gold and porcelain. I'd try to pick them up but they were oddly light and they'd crumple or shatter in my hands.
There were only a few other people in the castle--one of whom was some sort of groundskeeper, a handsome but very tired-looking young man who I knew I had some kind of intimate relationship with (but couldn't remember the particulars). he was sweet and affectionate but had an air of sadness and anxiety about him (he seemed to know something I didn't, but was unwilling or unable to tell me)
I felt agitated, and was trying very desperately to find something. I remember wandering the courtyard and gardens awhile before goign back inside the castle and finding myself in an old theater. instead of a singular stage there were three small curtained stage-like platforms arranged in a half circle in front of the rows of seats. everything was coated with a film of dust
I went backstage, and there were old vividly-adorned puppets hanging in storage. As I walked past a rack of them, one started shaking on its own, and chattering its teeth very loudly. This scared me quite badly and I started to run.
I made it halfway down a hall before the floorboards beneath my feet gave way, and i fell into a very dusty room full of old furniture. The walls were somewhat rough-hewn and unadorned. The second I got my bearings I felt a deep dread rising into my chest, like whatever presence had animated the doll followed me into the room. I was then attacked by several large bugs--i could hear them muttering something angrily at me but couldn't make out the words. I waved my arms above my head to keep them at bay while they swooped down to bite me and looked around for an exit. I had this terrible feeling that if I didn't leave the room I would drown, or suffocate? (something to that effect. Vague indescribable dread is a very common thing in my dreams so it's hard to put into words)
I was able to kick my way out through the rotten planks of an old boarded up door, and wandered out into the sunlight-- I'd emerged into part of the garden, musty and suffering from neglect. I found my way to a pergola (covered patio). The groundskeeper found me there, seeming worried. The pergola was run down and coated with dusty moss; I rooted around some overgrown shelves and pried free a music box. I had to hold it very, very carefully; like other objects in the dream, it weighed nothing at all, and the metal seemed eager to crumple in my hands as soon as I picked it up.
Something about the music box filled me with bone-deep anguish. I sank to the floor, the groundskeeper joining me there with an arm around my shoulders. He seemed to immediately understand the significance of the music box, though I couldn't remember it myself. The last thing I remember is us sitting there together as I veeery gingerly turned the crank on the box. I have no memory of the melody that played, but (unsurpirisingly) it was mournful. Strangely, a comfortable numbness overtook me, and yet tears were streaming down my face. I think the other guy was crying too. The last thing I can recall is a warm glow emanating from somewhere; either the box itself or simply centered in our embrace. then I woke up.
anyways! 10/10! kind of rambling but overall a surprisingly well structured dream. I don't tend to have cool dreams like that without some off-color and insane shit thrown in by my subconscious for flavor but this one was weirdly cohesive? Felt worth documenting
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Day 5: Needing Advice
Sebastian works hard cooking up a storm in the kitchen, the birds chirping just outside the kitchen window as he slices some apples and pears.
Late autumn is a pleasant season for him. He greatly enjoys the slightly colder weather as the red and orange leaves dry up and shrivel down as the clouds grow thicker and colder until snow covered the land, he adored the ways hearts swell and beat in one motion as the sounds of crispy winds hit against the now bare dark bark trees, he loved the fun hunting seasons he used to attend alongside his kind before leaving Hell.
But now, he enjoys the hunt just as much.
With a small hum on his lips, the butler made his way upstairs to the young Earl of the house in the grand study of a room, the afternoon a calming affair around him as he walked his way down the hall.
His gloved hand reached out and knocked on the door softly before he entered the room, a habit he’s used to throughout the years. Upon entering the office, he sees the bluette Earl sitting at his desk staring at a letter of sorts in his hands. The butler smiled softly,
“Did Earl Trancy write to you again, Young Master?”
Ciel sputtered and “hid” the letter by shoving it to his chest, his lone blue eye glaring at the demon as he wheels the cart to the side of the desk and pouring some sweet smelling tea. “Today’s afternoon tea is a vanilla tea blend from the town’s market, and as a snack I have prepared some sliced apples drizzled in caramel sauce for you.” Said the man in black with an innocent yet knowing grin as he placed the tea saucer and cup next to the papers in front of the teen, the plate of apple slices coming afterwards.
He took notice of the Earl’s pink cheeks and still glaring eye and chuckled out, “Some friendly advice, My Lord, I say invite him over to a chess game. He’s a person, like you, who enjoys games even if he isn't quite good at them. I can even request Miss Doll to come too if you so order.”
Ciel blushed harder and practically slammed the paper down at the desk. “Oh, shut up!” He growled and took an aggressive bite off an apple slice, earning another soft chuckle from the demon beside him.
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The afternoon rolled around carefully as Sebastian finally took notice of the rain that’s creeping up beside the human race. A smile comes to his lips as he looks to his Master where he pauses.
Has Young Master been this tall before?
Indeed, the once little Earl of the manor seems to be marching around proud with his height just easily noticeable and not just mere inches. He grins and shows off his peacock feathers to the butler as if sensing the surprise on the demon’s face.
“What is it Sebastian?”
Sebastian blinked and chuckled a bit, “I just did not realize you’re actually becoming an adult now, My Lord. Though surely your legs are hurting, shall I put a kettle on?”
The master shook his head, his hair slightly longer than the ears’ ends, swaying softly against pale skin. “I’m fine.” He said, a smile on his lips still as pride is obviously filling his chest.
The butler smiles at this expression, “Very well then, My Lord.”
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Snow falls down from the night sky as Sebastian walks down the halls of the manor, the scent of roasted chestnuts still lingering in the air alongside in perfect harmony of the soft pine that still hangs beautifully around the corners and every inch and bend of the stairway, the soft glow of candle light giving the halls that were once dead and haunted a warm welcoming glow of happy blissful memories in contrast of the once gloomy ones from the past.
A cart with a small plate of chocolate cake and a warm iron kettle wheels in front of the butler as he walks past the frosted windows that face the illumination white landscape in front of the dark black canvas of the sky.
Finally, he reached to a door and knocked softly, “Young Master, I have brought over your midnight snack.” Said he as he turned the glittering knob and entered the room.
Instantly, the sound of a whine catches his attention.
Red eyes watch the scene of a grown adult dressed in pajamas that fit his age now but still have some ribbons and frills of youthful pasts cradling a little human of light brown locks of hair in his no longer small and weak arms, behind him seated in the lounging chair of the bedchamber is a blond fellow who softly sings to a wee infant with soft brown locks barely showing pass the blanket that wrap them up like a gift from God, and just beside the first adult is a woman with shoulder length brown hair who’s not having a so soft image like the two but instead dealing with the fussing dark haired toddler on her lap.
Sebastian smiled softly in amusement at the scene and started to pour the sweet brown liquid of hot chocolate in three cups for each. “Is Little Albert fussy Miss Doll?” He asked, a small smirk hidden away showing he knows that boy is a fussy mess. The lady giggled softly at the tease and accepted when the cup of cocoa was handed to her, her golden band of marriage glittering under light. “Thank you Sebastian.” She said, her voice a sweet honey tone, kneeling the cup to the son in her arms who slowly took some careful ships and relaxed into her bosoms.
The demon walked to the lounging chair to the blond man and offered the cup, pausing when a hand reached up in a stop motion. “Maybe later Sebastian, little Rachel is finally resting.” Said he, a smile full of love and happiness on the beautiful face as icey blues stared down at the soft skinned face of the sweet little babe in the cotton blanket. Sebastian smiles, “Of course Lord Trancy.”
He turned to the final adult, and before he could open his mouth to ask, he spoke out before the butler, “You know I’ll never say no to your hot chocolate Sebastian.”
Sebastian chuckled and gave the cup to his master, smiling at the look of the little boy dozing off against his shoulder.
As the three adults enjoyed the finally calm energy of the room, the butler gave Ciel a slice of cake and carefully took hold of baby Rachel from Alois so the man could enjoy a cup of cocoa alongside his partners.
The demon stared at the small resting face in his arms and smiled, looking to the three who carefully moved the two boys onto the bed after they both tuckered out with little to no protests at all as they tuck them under the blankets at last. With a soft hum of his lips of a ditty from long ago, he carefully and gently places the littlest one in a lovely wooden carved cradle right by the room window, smiling softly at the view of dark lashes curled against pale eyelids.
Carefully lifting the glass barrier, Sebastian snuffed out the candle light that lit the room and left the chambers with the parents with care.
The butler walked alongside the three who now show their tiredness fully as he helps them to their rooms as if something were to happen if he wasn’t along their sides at night.
After they snuggled into the large bed that usually is only reserved for the husband and wife but have long since been used and worn by the Earl and his wife and their lover, they drank the remains of the warm cocoa and nibbled on the cake slices. Sebastian watched as his master yawned, smiling softly at the forever image of his small frame bruised and thinner than the icicles outside drinking some warm milk and honey even though now he’s grown and far past the little hurt lamb he was in the past.
After accepting their dishes and bidding them a good night, the butler soon left the three be, and back again was he walking down the hall to return the dishes to the clean state they were prior.
It’s almost strange to imagine these walls covered in cinder He thought as he walked and admired the manor he grew used to thanks to a certain small child rich in revenge and pain, smiling as he does as red eyes show warmth.
Have a good rest, My Lord. May you dream of happy memories and the future.
I had a lot of fun this @dadbastianweek2023 thing! I hope to do this again!
#black butler#dadbastian#dadbastianweek2023#dadbastiansettingsun#sebastian michaelis#ciel phantomhive#ciel x alois#alois x ciel#cielois#doll x ciel#ciel x doll#doll x ciel x alois
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tara had never been good at grief, has never quite learned to let go fully. even with all the experience she's had with it.
she pauses every day at wes' favorite spot by their tree. touches the old friendship rings they had gotten from some stupid bookfair a million years ago. she carries him in her sardonic wit, in jokes she cracks and turns to see his reaction only to remember he'll never have one again. it guts her just as much as the first time, every time.
and dear, sweet liv. the guilt that never stops haunting her. to blood staining her hands. liv waa only in the friendgroup because tara dragged her in after a summer working shifts together. tara recognized something similiar in her eyes: the same sense of pervasive loneliness that she saw in the mirror. liv's woes are as much an open secret as tara's. parents who only ever care about finding the bottom of bottle, who don't blink when their daughter doesn't come home in days. or when she starts bringing vince around. liv is floundering, and it's a feeling tara knows all too well. so she folds liv into their group.
at the party, she's hiding behind amber's arm when she pulls the gun out and splatters live against the wall. tara can't help but think if she'd processed faster, moved faster, reacted faster, then she could've done something. she could've saved liv. she pulls herself together enough to throw herself at amber to save sam, why couldn't she have done it for liv?
when ny comes and tara realizes it's a chance to reinvent herself, she models herself after the girl who always understood more than tara said. her haircut, her wardrobe, the personality: she's holding onto all the pieces of liv she can.
and then there's amber. oh god, amber. where does tara even start there? amber killed. (amber killed for her.) amber lied. (amber lied to reveal the truth.) amber never cared. (amber always cared, maybe a little too much.) amber. amber. amber. amber, who cradled her face after tying her up and shoving her in a closet. ("sam won't put you first, but baby, i always will. i promise. just trust me.") tara hates her for the way everything went to. tara misses her more than anything.
it's amber who once said things only have as much power as you give them. words tara chooses to live by in six.
she over indulges her vices. she's had a little too much to drink when she hears it. put. it. down. you're better than this. wilting fingers lose their grip on the cup, and it tumbles all over some unsuspecting victim who scowls at her. but tara doesn't care, she's too busy searching for the voice. the voice she would know anywhere.
but amber isn't tucked away into the crowd, and tara is more than willing to blame alcohol for a momentary lapse in judgment. she draws in a shaky breath and refills her cup. and she hears it again. baby doll, you know better. this isn't you.
this time she catches sight of those dark dark eyes glaring disapprovingly. the breath leaves her lungs in one ragged move as she stumbles towards amber. but the vision is gone as quickly as it appeared.
tara starts seeing and hearing pieces of amber when she makes reckless decisions amber would never approve of. and, god, does it spur her to make more.
after all, tara's never been good at letting go
#scream#scream vi#tara carpenter#amber freeman#liv mckenzie#wes hicks#she doesn't tell sam#how can she when sam's already so worried? and given sam's own proposenity for seeing dead serial killers?#tara just slowly sinks into more and more reckless shit for another glimpse. another moment. it's not hurting anyone right?#(wrong everyone is terrified for her)#amber's memory seems to get particularly agitated when she flirts with shady guys with hungry eyes and roaming hands#she seems so real in those moments it's worth the price tara pays#worth heavy calloused hande slipping up under her shirt in a hazr#someone from the tara watch squad always realizes she's slipped away and find her before things go to far#(its one of the choices that scares sam the most)#but yea#tara seeing amber in the same way bella sees edward in moon
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Do you have any fanfiction recommendations? Just anything that fits under the umbrella of being based on the owl house.
cracks knuckles
to preface this, my faves are heavily weighted towards Fics About Hunter And His Trauma, and i pretty much exclusively read fic in the Hunter tag, so that's what these are all gonna be
i will be putting this under a cut for length, and adding relevant content notes to stuff, but just as kind of a blanket thing, I Enjoy And Write Fucked Up Fiction About Heavy Dark Taboo Topics
so first of all, when i rocked up on the TOH scene here and went "hey, this kid is super molested, where's the fic about that?" the only person i could find writing it was Nova my friend Nova, whose excellent series the Emperor and his Golden Guard is just a fantastic look into how bad Hunter's life sucks.
this series follows Hunter throughout various times in his life as he's groomed and abused by his uncle and struggles to make sense of it. among other things, it does an astounding job of portraying the fractured, dreamlike quality life takes on when you're living in an inescapable hell of unpredictable trauma, and Hunter's dissociation both during the abuse incidents and just in general. heavy but very good!
obvious content warnings here for csa, incest, internalized victim-blaming, basically everything you could expect from the concept.
small comfort has got to be hands down my favorite Hunter CSA Trauma fic in this entire fandom. it is so good. it swings hard at portraying the dreadful mundanity and normalcy of this sort of abuse when you've been groomed into it for your whole life and it does not miss. Hunter's slowly growing but intensely baffled awareness that something isn't quite right is simply heartbreaking.
warnings for csa, incest, and also cocsa (is it still cocsa if they're teens? i think that best communicates the degree of "a very abused child unknowingly enacting that abuse on others")
the sequel, baby steps, focuses on Darius, Raine, and Eda in the aftermath of the revelations of the first fic, and is also one of my favorite "the adults contemplating and admitting just how much they overlooked/ignored how obviously abused this kid was" fics.
Owl Whumptober 2021 (oh god shut up about the passage of time shut up about the passage of time) is a truly delightful series of whumpfics by azhdarchidaen (i would also recommend all of his other fics, tbh! they are all Very Good) that are mostly but not 100% exclusively about Hunter. just all-around solid writing and characterization and tasty, tasty whump.
Imperfect Lock by Nosferatank is a tasty speculative biology fic about Hunter being a grimwalker that came out well before we had like, any info on that at all really, and still holds up very well, although of course we've learned some things since then!
Ortet by KomorebiPines is another speculative fic about the whole grimwalker clone thing that is just delightfully horrifying. non-canonical, but a tasty Silent Hill-esque vibe to it that i think makes it worth reading.
Stop Blubbering You Literal Baby by mandaree1 is a great little fic about How Hunter Got That Scar, featuring an interesting look into Kiki's take on the whole deal. physical abuse, some unkind behavior/victim-blaming from Kiki.
Confessional by VillainIHaveDoneThyMother is a haunting look into what might have happened if Hunter had gone back post-Hollow Mind. stupendously creepy behavior from Belos, intensely fucked up mindset from Hunter, all-around good stuff.
all of their stuff is good, but i also want to specifically mention A House On Actual Fire (Belos/Stanford Pines crackship, hilarious and delightful) (various types of implied abuse one of which i'm p sure is csa if you squint), Lay Leg O'er (what if Philip were a self-loathing evil slut?) (tons of internalized stuff and, as the tags say, Very Bad BDSM Etiquette), Yearling (Philip tries out being a wee haunted evil doll on one of his grimwalkers) (the concept is the entire warning i think), and Gold Foil (cute lil pre-Goldric!)
create in me a pure heart, o god by katrinasis is an excellent glimpse into Philip's twisted fucked up mindset with the whole, you know, constant cycle of cloning, abuse, and fratricide
But Before That, You'll Be a Doormat to Every vicious Narcissist in the World by Destinyllama is a fun look at various POVs post-Hollow Mind, getting into a lot of stuff about Hunter's whole situation. got all kinds of abuse, heavy on the cycles of fuckery, weird religious shit, Philip being messed up, and emotional incest.
what we are is the sum of a thousand lies by by elliptical is a HYSTERICALLY funny canon divergent au from s2e6 where Darius brings a wounded Hunter to Eda's house in the middle of the night because he doesn't have anywhere else to go, and they are both just very tired, very stressed, and very bitchy to each other. i adore this fic and its Eda voice SO MUCH
5 Easy Steps to Be a Cool Teen Rebel by verboseDescription is a very cute look at Hunter trying to individuate himself and find out just who he wants to be, ft Dadrius
A Quiet Valley by ConceitedDemon is a post-finale fic from Camila's pov about Witches Being Weird, it is cute and fun
hello my hollow Holofernes by TheAndersonRecord is an incredible and deeply haunting post-finale fic from Camila's pov that's largely about Hunter Having A Bad Fucking Time, evil goop uncle possession style, and you should all read it right now.
and then, of course, i write fic!
paint the blood is my take on the "Hunter in the Owl House" genre (graphic scene of physical abuse in first chapter, overall whump and trauma), Best-Laid Plans is a Babybel AU fic (past csa + physical and religious abuse, present-day torture and attempted sexual assault), Expectations is a post-canon Dadrius fic (past csa shown on-page), A Mutually Satisfactory Arrangement is for the Huntlow appreciators out there (past csa)
come up for air is a post-canon Raine And Hunter Have A Talk Fic (a talk about Hunter's csa and also a past abusive relationship Raine was in), every human touch is about Luz sneaking into the castle, running into Hunter, and witnessing something neither of them wanted her to (csa), and but he talks like a gentleman is a little canon divergent idea of What If Luz Ended Up Stuck In Philip's Time With Him In S2E12? (actually nothing bad happens in this one)
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Jane Doe (Ride the Cyclone) Propaganda:
Great singing, also she’s literally wearing a doll‘s head bc she lost hers
do they have their soul or is it rotting somewhere with their head?
BALLAD OF JANE DOE IS SO SAD AND SHE IS GREAT AND I ONLY WATCH RTC ONCE BUT SHES NY FAVE OK
cool asf
She forgets her name after her death and has no story told in the production
She's so sweet and deserves the world. Her song (The Ballad of Jane Doe) is great.
the song goes so hard just listen to her song guys please
she literally died and her head was cut off so nobody could tell who she was PLEASE let her take one (1) W
BECAUSE SHE IS AMAZING. First she already won the tournament in the musical to regain life, as she won them over with her sad wet cat energy because she did not have a head and feared that she lost her soul. Second, she died on a roller coaster and lost her head, but stole her doll's head and thats very gender. Third, throughout the musical she is used as a vessel for religious allegory, she is an angel, she is jesus, she is a demon, she is forsaken but she is purity itself. Fourthly, she is is given the identity of Savannah with the greenest eyes after the other characters who died with her hold her a birthday party, and I think thats sweet because its probably some kind of meaning I cant see but auughfhfhh shes so cool
i mean her name isn't TECHNICALLY jane doe but we refer to her as such. she's so silly!! autism powers! i don't have a lot of propaganda tbh. i would've just been surprised had she NOT been submitted
She lost her head literally when the rollercoaster derailed. She wasn't able to be identified apart from the school uniform she was wearing.
Her name is forgotten, and so is everything about her. So she’s called Jane Doe. She’s very sweet and very creepy, but she doesn’t mean it
and im asking WHYYYYY LORRRRRDDD
I LOVE HER! she died in a roller coaster accident and was decapitated, her body not being found. in the show, her head is actually just her doll’s head. the coroners couldn’t identify her, so she was dubbed a jane doe. in the game to be alive again, she ends up being voted, her name being revealed to be penny lamb. anyways she’s a little creepy and also quite silly and she does her funny little waddle like a porcelain doll (or corpse).
She deserves it! She lost her head she shouldn't lose this too.
Not convinced you didn’t start this tournament just for her tbh
They have a great song and a true air of mystery to them. They also have arguably the best song in the musical, The Ballad of Jane Doe! I would definitely recommend listening to it >:)
—She LOST her HEAD and had it replaced with a PORCELAIN DOLL —In all seriousness her story is really poignant. No one could identify her body so she arrives in the afterlife not knowing her identity and she spends the show vacillating between depressed and angry at her situation, leading to… —“The Ballad of Jane Doe”, specifically Emily Rohm’s version, might be the most haunting solo in musical theatre history.
The Anatomy Students (The Magnus Archives) Propaganda:
So technically there a 7 of them each with a different localization but one of them is legitimately John Doe
Also they are responsible for bone apple teeth
They are very fun
This submission is for the class of students in Episode 34: Anatomy Class, who are named Erika Mustermann, Jan Novak, Piotr and Pavel Petrov, John Doe, Fulan al-Fulani and Juan Pérez, which are all "John/Jane Doe" names. They are so creepy and so cool.
[about John/Jane Doe in particular]
Very good normal anatomy student doing his best to learn
This is a horror that went to anatomy class with a group of different variations of john doe esque names to learn about human body functions and scare a teacher for a full semester. was called john doe in the statement but later shows up as jane doe. trans rights?
#jane john doe tournament#jane doe#rtc#ride the cyclone#jane doe ride the cyclone#tma#the magnus archives#anatomy students the magnus archives#round 3
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What does Ms. Shay think of the other Agents of DIO? 😁
wah tysm for the ask!! also i realized this isn't exactly what you were asking after i’d typed all this out, i just learned how to read 😭
Shay doesn’t really get to meet a lot of them—most she’s only seen in passing. She lives in the mansion, so she only really has relationships with/opinions about the other guys that live there 🫠
DIO ⸺ Holds him in high regard which is unusual for someone like her. Serves him (mostly) without question because she’s terrified of what’ll happen to her if anything happens to him—she’s (mostly) willing to bend to his every whim as she was promised protection from the organizations she’d gotten wrapped up in that wanted her dead in exchange. She’s not his closest subordinate by any means but she’s trusted enough to know the secret of his stand, a secret she’d keep with her life.
Enyaba ⸺ Complains about her a lot but she actually quite likes the old woman when not being bossed around. Misses her after she leaves for Pakistan but wouldn’t admit it. Doesn’t miss being thwacked by her staff tho.
Terence T. D'Arby ⸺ Thinks he can be a bit of a prick at times but she gets along with him pretty well despite it. Doesn't know a single thing about video games but impressed by his expertise. His doll collection both intrigues her and freaks her out a bit.
Daniel J. D'Arby ⸺ Hates him because she always gets a shit hand when agreeing to play with him (/hj) Considered propositioning him to steal her father's soul at one point but ultimately decided against it. Doesn't dislike him but gets along with Terence better and doesn't wanna get caught up in the spat between the two of them. Also thinks his cat is cute.
Vanilla Ice ⸺ Thought he was a bit intense at first but warmed up to him once she got used to the RBF. Her first impression still haunts her (/lh) Anyway. They're just Good Friends™ and totally nothing more than that. Definitely don't have a thing going on. She’s not in love with him at all. (/s)
Kenny G. ⸺ Likes him since they live together but she doesn’t speak to him too much unless necessary. Just doesn’t really click with him like she does with Ice or D'Arby.
Nukesaku ⸺ Thought his typical appearance and the female disguise were two different people at first 😭 She liked the female disguise mostly because she assumed she wasn't the only woman other than Enya in the place but alas. She kicked his ass after realizing. Hates the ‘little freak’ and actively partakes in bullying him.
Hol Horse ⸺ Likes him but can't stand him at the same time. Besides her run in with DIO back in Florida, Hol Horse was the first one she met upon getting to Cairo—she accosted him at the airport to help her out because she didn't know where she was and "surely the guy dressed like a cowboy speaks English... right?"😭 Doesn't see him around too often since he doesn't live there but she's just glad he doesn't try to flirt with her any time he is around anymore lmao
#mail 💌#oc d. shay#jojo oc#oc x canon#ik dio doesn't count since he's the big boss man but i included everyone that lives there#or is implied to in daniel's case#i feel like she'd like mariah & midler too but idk how to have her meet them :(#i hope this wasn't supposed to be an ica 🥲#in love with queue
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Nightmare Before Christmas Persona- Donna
After deciding I wanted to have a persona for TNBC, I tried to get her bio out while it was still Nightmare season (October-December, Q4) in the hopes that more people would see it.
Donatella, or Donna for short, is a haunted broken porcelain doll from Halloween Town. She has numerous cracks on her face and fingers. She appears to have bluish eyeshadow, light pink blush, red lipstick, and more makeup that looks like running mascara on her upper cheeks. She wears an olive green dress with a light bluish-gray collar, very dark brown sleeves, light brown trim on the skirt and sleeves, a green layer with a blue hem beneath the skirt, and green fingerless gloves. She wears a pair of black shoes with green bows on the straps. Her brown hair is styled in an updo of ringlets that fall around her head. Her hairstyle has bangs on the front side. Her socks are dark brown with white polka dots, which is the same color and pattern as her bow. There are green ribbons and some light blue strip of fabric attached to it. She is the actual size of a porcelain doll, meaning that she is very short.
Donna is a perky and snarky doll who has a self-confident, I'm-so-fab kind of nature. Her methods of scaring people are unconventional compared to most of the other monsters in town, but that isn't something that others her from them. Charismatic, she loves to be the center of attention. When she's not, she'll watch you in a much more unsettling way. While most dolls, including herself, work more silently, Donna tends to be louder and more brash. More often than not, Donna can be mischievous, snide, and maybe a little obnoxious.
Donna isn't very fond of jump scares or blood and guts like lots of Halloween Town's spooks do. To be frank, they ironically freak her out. But she has her own ways of spooking you out. They're silent, albeit just as deadly. Even when she's completely still, her eyes seem to follow you around. When you least expect it, her eyes can actually move, all while the rest of her body is inanimate. She may actually move once your back is turned. All this being said, Donna has excellent volume control. She tends to be very loud, but she's also great at staying so quiet that it gives you the creeps.
Donatella lives in a sophisticated neighborhood of creepy dolls like herself in Halloween Town. She prides herself in her silent stare technique of scaring that haunted dolls are known for. She scared people while also working as a field researcher for the human world, learning about what they're afraid of. Once she and her colleagues get back from a haunting session or a field observation, they often hang out at one of their dollhouses. Donna, who is quite popular amongst her community, spends most of her nights at these get-togethers, basking in their praises of her stealthy scares. During the events of the film, a raging celebration of another successful Halloween was going on at Donna's dollhouse. Later on, Jack stopped by to ask if she and the dolls knew anything about Christmas, but their research only covers fear and Halloween-related things, so they dismissed him. As mentioned before, their assignment for Jack's Christmas was to plan out his route for his deliveries. When he got shot down, Donna believed that all of their hard work had gone to waste, but everything worked out well in the end. When snow came falling on Halloween Town, the dolls cozied up in their dollhouses, and Donna realized how much she loved hot chocolate.
Because of Donna's talents and her skill in her job, as well as how much she loves being admired by her peers, Donna was later chosen to become the ambassador to the dolls. She already knew they looked up to her, but now, they'd have to rely on her to lead them to success. Donna wasn't prepared to take on her new responsibilities, and on multiple occasions, she didn't think she was fit to be a voice for the dolls. She did know what it was like to have a lot of charisma, though. So, when she met Sally, she tried to show her a thing or two about looking like a leader, in the hopes that they'd be pals. Though they bumped heads at first, Donna ended up helping Sally out with her dilemmas while also learning things for herself. I picture her playing a more active role in Long Live the Pumpkin Queen.
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🐝Baby Doll Gone Wrong
Very interesting....
In all honesty, I can't quite figure out how to interpret this one. I'm guessing it's a song title or lyric of some sort, since it doesn't quite read like a regular grammatical phrase.
Either way, my instinct is to go with a Ghostbusters fic, where they're researching a series of probably-not-haunted porcelain dolls. They extract the ghosts from the dolls, something goes wrong, and it leads to some sort of havoc with the lab, the scientists, and the other ghosts.
Sorry this isn't as detailed or specific as the others, this was the one I was struggling to interpret a bit
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Early Birthday Present for Lettie!
A 60cm Ball Jointed Doll that looks Exactly like her!! Down to Every Last Detail.... :3
A card with the doll assures Lettie that it isn't haunted, but somehow the doll can never be left with the intention of abandoning it. It's fine if she leaves it in her room during the day, but if she tries to give it away to someone else it reappears in her room :)
And after a through inspection, no cameras! It really is just a Doll that looks Exactly like her and Loves her Very Much!! :)
[As Lettie sat at her desk, relatively sure that she was alone, she quietly unwrapped the most recent surprise gift she'd gotten in the mail. A little late for Valentine's day she thought, but upon checking the note, she soon found it to be more of an early birthday present. That and a bunch of other stuff that confused her, but would soon make more sense with context.]
[Once the wrapping paper was binned, Lettie would be faced by... Herself. Considerably smaller of course, but that was without any shadow of a doubt her. The horns and the thin ribbons adorning them, the hooves, the precise peachy shade of her hair, the lace-trimmed surplice she usually wore over her dress about the temple, her rosary and even the gloves she wore. It was really... Uncanny. As she looked into the thing's big, green doe eyes, she wondered if the discomfort she felt was how she made others feel. Someone clearly spent a lot of money or a lot of time on this... Or both. Probably both, in fact. She couldn't help but produce a tiny, wry chuckle as she noticed that even the embroidery around the hole in the surplice for her tail was completely on point. Lettie wasn't aware of there being much point in staring at her rear end with how she dressed hiding so much and all, but clearly someone had done their extensive research on that front regardless.]
[It all seemed to be removable. Even the gloves, she noticed. Just a quick, grim curiosity fueled peak up her own skirt... Great. The underwear was accurate too. Of course it was. She wasn't wearing that pair of bloomers right now, at least. Shuddering, she put the skirt back down and set that worry aside. As she fiddled with a tiny glove, she frowned to herself. Surely it can't be that accurate... That would be absurd. Still, a feeling of dread bubbled in her that she hadn't felt something quite like in a while, now. As she slowly pulled the glove off of the small hand, she found herself holding her breath in... Horrible anticipation, she supposed.]
[Then, that breath got caught in her throat. How did they even get the scarring on her palms so accurate on such a small scale? And to what end? Specifically to terrify her? By now, panic began to well up in her as she flipped the doll onto its front with uncharacteristic frenzy and pushed the dress up, revealing its back. ... Yup. Scars to match there, too. She'd not seen enough of that sigil to confirm it was a perfect match, but it seemed like a fair assumption. Biting her lip, she attempted to control the building nausea as she pulled one of her own gloves off to delicately run a finger over it, a sickening, throbbing phantom-like pain spreading across her back as she felt shape carved into the doll's body. Then with a gasp, she pulled the dress back down.]
[Frankly, she was almost impressed. At this point, she'd not felt nearly this utterly violated in quite some time! Just thinking about it, she wanted to wash and then hide under her blankets. Her first thought was that this might be the work of a particularly deranged member of the clergy... Someone with the level of access required to be peeping on her as she bathed or perhaps changed so regularly as to get this mimicry so perfect. Or perhaps it was one of the ones who'd put those scars there to begin with. A sickening thought. Did they just want to see her naked at this point? Her next suspect was one of the initiates. She'd had some close scrapes herself, in regards to being walked in on by them and she knew she wasn't the only one. But... Who at the temple would even have time for such a thing? And as she re-read the note, it was clear there was either magic or the work of an extremely dedicated stalker at play. She... Wasn't actually sure which would be worse. Or if she even wanted to know at this point. Right now, it felt like she'd seen enough.]
[After steeling herself for the most thorough look-over she could manage for some kind of camera - thankfully she'd been spared that much at least - Lettie breathed a heavy, trembling sigh and gently picked the doll up, straightening its dress out and putting the glove back onto its hand. It was a shame she couldn't gift it to someone else, truly. Not that she'd even consider such a thing, with her very own quite personal secrets etched into the damned thing, but she could name more than one person that might actually like this more than they liked her. Yup. Whether through magic, or the will of a stalker, this thing was staying with her. ... At least it wasn't as if she disliked staring at herself, usually. Maybe she'd get used to it, she hoped. If nothing else, she could use it as a tiny model for dress designs she lacked the time to make properly.]
[Right. This was fine. It was just more of the same. Just... Scarier. She'd have to do a little investigating, just to make sure the temple's secrets were safe, but that was all. With slightly shaking hands, she found the doll a comfortable spot to sit on her desk, taking a moment to move its hands into its lap neatly for reasons she couldn't quite explain. Then she patted it gently on the head with two fingers. Whatever this was, it wasn't its fault. Probably...]
"Keep an eye out for creeps for me?"
[She asked it quietly as she rummaged through her desk drawers, narrowing her eyes when she produced a razor sharp pair of miniature wool clippers. ... She couldn't possibly be seen to resort to violence. Especially at the temple. But... They did make her feel that little bit safer whenever she held them. After slipping them into her belt, she took a deep breath, pulled her own glove back on, plastered on a smile and made her way out of the room to return to her duties. And also to embark in search of something to help with her sudden feeling of illness. Mostly that one, actually.]
#((I went SO much longer with this than I meant to rfidvuhljkm.))#((Girl's having a fucking T I M E right now.))#Reminders from the lord that this is an RP Blog! c: (3rd person scenes)
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𝓣𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓘𝓼 𝓨𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓢𝓲𝓰𝓷,, 𝓣𝓸 𝓖𝓸 𝓣𝓸 𝓑𝓮𝓭
𝓞𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓪𝓵𝓵: 𝓙𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓱𝓸𝔀 𝓣𝓪𝓴𝓮𝓶𝓲𝓬𝓱𝓲, 𝓜𝓲𝓴𝓮𝔂 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓓𝓻𝓪𝓴𝓮𝓷 𝓼𝓵𝓮𝓮𝓹. 𝓘 𝓴𝓮𝓹𝓽 𝓶𝔂 𝓬𝓾𝓻𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓶𝓸𝓼𝓽𝓵𝔂 𝓲𝓷 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓻𝓸𝓵 𝓯𝓸𝓇 𝓸𝓷𝓬𝓮, 𝓘'𝓶 𝓼𝓸 𝓭𝓪𝓶𝓷 𝓹𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓭 :D
𝓣𝓪𝓴𝓮𝓶𝓲𝓬𝓱𝓲 (̶T̶̶a̶̶k̶̶e̶̶m̶̶i̶̶t̶̶c̶̶h̶̶y̶) 𝓗𝓪𝓷𝓪𝓰𝓪𝓴𝓲
● Have you seen his room? 😭
● Guarantee you he sleeps like an elementary school student, lemme explain
● Of course he's got his racing car patterned bed sheets and green pajama set
● He's scared his poor average mother too many times before by running like a waddle demon at 2 AM, headed straight for the bathroom
● So yes, he may not need a Lotta pee breaks but he barely recognizes he needs em when he does and at that point the only answer is 𝔣𝔲𝔠𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔯𝔲𝔫
● He's worn the same green pajama set since he was in kindergarten, so he knows that if the temperature is off, it's not him, it's the stupid concept of weather
● He isn't disturbed very often in his sleep unless the temperature is off in his room. He knows what the seasons feel like in his room with that same old ass pajama set and if it's off, he's going to be trying to stick his feet out from his puffy bedsheets and twisting his blonde hairs into pretzels
● Basically, the only ways to wake him up are to open a window, turn up the thermostat, slap him, or douse him with water
● He rolls to the other side like very other half hour, but he's pretty chill aside from that
● OK, yes, he has his temperature system all set up, cool for you- but why the fuck are you cold like you're dead, Takemichi💀 He wakes up, he's perfectly fine. He didn't feel cold, he didn't feel hot, he slept normally?? Like what are you speaking of? 🤨
● I just think the thing to focus on is how he tries to cram something like a healthy burrito in before bed. I know it's a weird thought but you know what? If he's going to be chasing after Mikey, Draken, and everyone else all day with no time to stop and eat or take care of himself, he's got to have one thing, cause if he isn't healthy he can't be a hero. :>
● If he shares a bed with anyone, show them this for advice: He's perfectly fine if you avoid his feet and his breath (it's so stank- he doesn't brush it before bed, only in the mornings). He's not a blanket hog (but he isn't generous), and if you hear him move around, 𝓯𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓸𝓯𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓫𝓮𝓭 𝓫𝓮𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓪𝓷 𝓻𝓸𝓵𝓵 𝓸𝓷 𝓽𝓸𝓹 𝓸𝓯 𝔂𝓸𝓾
● Be a doll and just shake him awake real quick if he's having nightmares at all, which may be quite a bit common (he's got so much to worry about, duh). Simply shake him awake and you both can go back to bed. Sometimes heroes need a little saving from their own mind :>
● (𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓷𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓰𝓮𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝔂 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓯𝓾𝓬𝓴 𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓸𝓯 𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝔀𝓪𝔂 𝓲𝓯 𝓱𝓮'𝓼 𝔀𝓪𝓭𝓭𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓪𝓰𝓰𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓿𝓮𝓵𝔂 𝓭𝓸𝔀𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓱𝓪𝓵𝓵𝔀𝓪𝔂 𝓪𝓽 2𝓐𝓜)
𝓜𝓪𝓷𝓳𝓲𝓻𝓸 (𝓜𝓲𝓴𝓮𝔂) 𝓢𝓪𝓷𝓸
● Ugh everyone knows how easy it is for him to go to sleep- it's waking him up that's a safety hazard
● He hits the pillow pretty easily after a healthy 15 minutes, then he's lightly snoozing for the next 8 hours, minimum
● He needs his pillow buddy or he can't koala cuddle 🥹
● " His dreams are so odd, I cannot" 🫷🤓 He will dream of doing can-cans with pastel fish mascots with the rest of Toman in the background doing a jig, then wake up to tell Draken immediately to see if he can conjure up a meaning like a magic man of wisdom as we all know dear Draken is.
● Comercials haunt him. He will wake up yelling like Baji, saying " I DON'T NEED YOUR DAMN LAWYER, BRING BACK THE TAIYAKI TUTORIALS-" " GET OUT OF MY FACE WITH THAT, THE ONLY THING I WANNA DRIVE IS MY BELOVED SWEET CB250T "
● 100%, if touched while shifting around in bed, he'll throw hands with his eyes closed
● I feel like his room leaks a bit, and he's definitely woken up to his feet up to his knees in murky ass runaway tree water after a storm. Please he's only 5'3", he'll drown 😭🙏
● Why does he move in his sleep?
● Why must he frighten me?
● He just moves. It's at a snail pace, but he'll be at the foot of the bed at 8 and if you come back 17 minutes later, he's putting his unconscious Flexibility to the test with his chin on the ground, ribs touching the bed, and feet in the air
● 📸 👀
● How else can a poor soul afford a Taiyaki addiction😢🫴💵
● He will fall and hit his damn head against the wall, slowly reach the cold metal bed frame, and still snoozes
● He normally wakes up at about 6AM if he's on his routine of going to bed by 8PM. He basically goes from death slumber to Feather slumber
● His dreams may also be of those he's lost, and he will force himself to stay asleep and deep into it so he can get more time with them, even at 10, 11, or hell even into the afternoon. This can cause him to be a bit grumpy later in the day, but seeing those he has is definitely gonna make him feel better. However, he'll get super ungodly pissed the whole day if someone wakes him up, so think on the schedule 😀
● Just let him drag his damn blanket and blonde rat's nest around the house until he's got some coffee and a taiyaki, then he'll be all good
𝓚𝓮𝓷 (𝓓𝓻𝓪𝓴𝓮𝓷) 𝓡𝔂𝓾𝓰𝓾𝓳𝓲
● This stiff motherfucker is an NPC
● If you think he's already tall and awkward, walk your ass out after walking in on him asleep
● He'll be laying face down, straight, no limb out of place like a fresh mold out of a box or a beginning artist's front profile, head in the center of the pillow and feet bent
● His room is pretty cold. If you consider where he lives, you'd believe that the other rooms have excellent maintenance as far as heating or air conditioning, and his room as an old storage room would most likely not have the same pleasantries (he doesn't care, he's got tanktops, he's got sweatpants, he's got ✨️ non pussy bitch prowess ✨️ basically a minimalist)
● In the winter though, he'll be so annoyed by the drafts coming in from the elevator and cracks in the seams of the building seals
● During the winter is the only time he doesn't sleep like a lagging NPC
● He'll be spread out as far as possible and making himself comfortable on his back for once
● Once he's comfy, he grunts like a grizzly bear and uses his biceps as pillows for himself lmao
● He doesn't necessarily snore, he just has odd breathing patterns
● Gets up 20 times a night to get water and still falls back asleep like nothing happened, completely fresh. Girl how the fu- slay. 😀🫳✨️
● Okay, I don't know how the 🦆 to explain this but here I go
● One time Mikey just randomly gave Draken a plant to hold in his sleep and then he couldn't get it out of Draken's death hold
● Another time, Mitsuya had been over to study with him for biology, and it was a great opportunity for peace because he had someone trustworthy to babysit Luna and Mana for the night, which was rare. Mitsuya was going to head out, seeing as it was late and Draken fell asleep, but he almost forgot him jacket. He grabbed his book and saw his jacket was..under Draken. So he tries to grab it? No, Draken gets a new temporary Teddy bear to have more hair to pull
● Mitsuya woke up with a few thin patches and eye bags. Never stayed past 10 again 😀
#headcanons#manjiro sano#tokrev manjiro#draken#ken ryuguji#takemichi hanagaki#tokrev takemichi#fandom#tokyo rev headcanons
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