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wwinterwitch · 1 year

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questions — joel miller x fem!reader

summary: after a night at the bar, joel walks you home and you finally confess what has been on your mind since the night everything fell apart pairing: joel miller x fem!reader word count: 3.9k warnings and tags: doesn't really follow canon but sill minor spoilers for ep. 6 i guess?, angst with a good ending, alcohol consumption, reader is drunk, joel being joel, miscommunication, sharing feelings go wrong, i'm not used to write angsty fics i'm sorry if this sucks author's note: omg omg happy finale day!! i wrote this listening to question...? by taylor swift so that's what inspired this concept, also this was supposed to be a tiny little blurb idk how we got to almost 4k words but okay i guess

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Before tonight you were fine.

You barely even thought about him in that way. You barely remember the way his skin feels against yours, or the way a simple kiss from him would leave you begging for more. It was like all those nights you two would stay up talking about whatever, his arms around you and your back pressed against his chest, never existed.

Training your heart not to long for him and your brain to keep him out of your thoughts was no easy job at first. It was almost impossible for your body not to want him close. Not being able to talk to him about whatever was on your mind and knowing he no longer will reach out to share even his most profound secrets was absolute torture. Walking next to him all day without being able to reach out for his hand or stop for a quick second just to hold him close to you was a living nightmare that you couldn't wake up from.

Because how could he be so easy to forget? Joel Miller. The first and only person you've fallen in love with. That special someone that opened up a door to a whole new world that you never realized you were dying to discover until he was standing in front of you, his extended hand being an open invitation to walk all these unfamiliar roads and witness the beauty of it all together.

It was new and scary and beautiful. You were addicted to loving him before you even realized exactly what it was. From the moment you were able to put a name to this new feeling he taught you, you vowed to be his for as long as he'll have you- but what a shame it was to realize that the ending to a seemingly long story was already written at the very back of the page.

Perhaps your love blinded you enough to believe he had fallen just as hard, only to realize he was still standing at the edge of the precipice, staring down as you fell into the darkness of the abyss. Perhaps it's the fact that death is all around that makes it impossible for anything to be born. Why would you be able to live a fairytale in the middle of a horror show? What could possibly make you so special?

At least he doesn't seem to be affected by the fact that you two drifted apart. It's not like he's the best at sharing his feelings to other people, his ever-frowning gaze always present in his face no matter the circumstance, but you were still hoping that maybe he cared enough to show you he's hurting even just a little bit.

That should be comforting, right? To know he's perfectly fine and that you never cross his mind in that way. He doesn't have the need to apologize or make it right. He doesn't regret what happened and it never plays back in his head as he curses at himself for not doing things differently. You and your...relationship? are that easy to forget.

No. It's not comforting at all. If anything, it makes everything worse.

You can still remember the night you told him you loved him. A moment in your painfully short history together that you wish you could erase. A disappointing ending to what could've been an absolute masterpiece.

Ellie was already asleep and the two of you were keeping watch. He insisted you should get some sleep but you wanted to stay with him. He wasn't a fan of showing you any type of affection since Ellie joined the two of you, so the nights are the only chance you have to be closer. It was like the moon and stars were your best of friends at that point, because they meant he could finally be yours.

The confession slipped from your lips in a quiet whisper. A simple and timid "I think I'm falling in love with you" was all you offered. It's not hard to remember the way your hands would slightly tremble, or the rapid beating of your heart. It's as unforgettable as the confidence you were feeling because despite being so nervous, you were certain that he'll say it back.

He never did. He didn't say it back that night, or the morning after, or any other morning that followed.

It was embarrassing to look back on it now that you know what happened next. You were snuggled up next to him, one of his arms wrapped around your shoulders. His eyes were fixated on the fireplace that helped to make the chilling air of the night a little more tolerable.

Staring at his handsome complexion without his permission was probably one of your favorite things to do. He had confided in you a couple of times that he couldn't understand why you enjoy it so much. That he's not this breathtaking sight that deserves to be contemplated in the way you do.

Truth is, he's the most hypnotizing sight of all. You didn't care about the roughness of his features or the years visible in the corner of his eyes, hair and beard. He's gorgeous and unique and yours. You could stare at him for hours and never get tired of it.

Like many times before, he caught you staring at him. And just like those times before, he made a gesture that should tell you he disliked that habit of yours, only to be betrayed by the smirk timidly forming on his lips not so long after.

It was then, with his eyes staring back at yours, that the verbal proclamation of your love for him invaded the quietness of the night.

And that's when his smirk magically disappeared. His eyes became dark with something you couldn't quite decipher at the time, still staring back at you but not really. It was clear he wasn't there with you anymore, too lost in his own thoughts to truly acknowledge your presence anymore.

Before you could even think of saying something else, he surprised you with an almost robotic "I think you should get some sleep".

Feeling more heartbroken and confused than ever, you did exactly that. You got up and joined Ellie, cuddling up in your sleeping bag with your back facing him. It's still a mystery to you how you were able to cry yourself to sleep that night without making a sound. How you were able to control the hurricane of emotions after telling the love of your life how you feel and him not caring about it in the slightest.

And suddenly, being in love was still new and scary but it had turned into something horrible.

You had to spend every second of every day with him after that, pretending nothing ever happened. He never brought it up either, so you decided to ignore it to avoid making a fool of yourself again. His reaction was enough to let you know he never really loved you, so you ran with it and tried to continue knowing whatever you two had or could have was no more.

But it was still difficult at times. Ellie kept asking you questions regarding you and Joel even weeks after the incident. She's not stupid. She could see you two weren't exactly friends, no matter how hard Joel tried to convince her otherwise. She's also not someone who settles for made up excuses or half truths, which made her push the subject until she got a good enough answer. That's why she continued coming to you for answers, because she knew he'll never talk about it.

It was only when you explicitly confirmed you two weren't just friends before quickly telling her it was completely over that she eventually let it be. After that, she also started to pretend nothing happened.

Jackson became pretty much the light at the end of a pitch back tunnel you thought was never-ending. You were excited to meet new people and have new things to do during the day, knowing it'll help to keep you busy, forcing Joel out of your head.

It was so exciting in fact, that it helped to make it seem as if the quick "she's the one I've been traveling with" that Joel used to introduce you to his brother wasn't that terrible.

Tommy, who much to your luck was nothing like his big brother, made sure to show you around and introduce you to a few people. He got you a house so you and Ellie could settle in and helped you find a job at the local library, officially starting your new life that didn't revolve around Joel.

In time, you found your place in the commune (as you and Ellie love to call it to tease Tommy). Joel was slowly becoming just a bad chapter in a much bigger story that you started to write for yourself, and you're loving the new plot that's unfolding across the blank pages.

However, all of that progress came crashing down tonight. Tommy's birthday was being celebrated at the local bar and there was no way you would ever miss it. Not only has he become a very good friend, but you also needed the distraction.

The familiar faces, the food and drinks made you forget about Joel's presence for most of the night and you barely made the effort to acknowledge his presence. Without being able to prevent it, your eyes accidentally met for a few seconds. It was almost sickening that everything about that half-a-second-look was so much like a movie. You were laughing at something a friend had said before you finished your third drink of the night, casually scanning the room to catch Joel already looking your way.

He smiled and you barely smiled back before focusing on the conversation with your friends again as if nothing happened. The alcohol might have motivated you enough to just not care anymore. To show him you really couldn't care any less to try to be nice after he was such an asshole when you were completely vulnerable before him.

The idea of not caring seemed tempting. Thinking the alcohol was helping, you continued drinking until you forgot about pretty much everything- which didn't take that long considering your alcohol resistance wasn't that good after a long time without drinking. You don't care about Joel, or the hours passing by, or the fact that you're probably making a complete fool of yourself giggling and dancing with a few friends that are probably as drunk as you are, if not more.

All the hype from being intoxicated started to wear off after a while, becoming more and more sleepy until you were practically dragging your feet towards the exit, putting on your coat and hat to prepare for the cold night outside.

"Looks like you had a good time," you hear Tommy comment in a mocking tone, sending a sympathetic smile your way.

"I did! Thanks for inviting me. And happy birthday to you again!" you exclaim cheerfully. "I hope I didn't make a fool of myself tonight."

"Oh, you definitely did," he mocked, chuckling lightly. "But hey, those dance moves you were pulling off back there? Best birthday gift I'll ever receive."

You looked positively embarrassed after his comment, but managed to laugh it off. "I guess that's good."

"It is," he immediately reassures you. "Let's get you home now, okay?"

"Oh, you don't have to go with me. You can't leave your own birthday party. It's okay, I got it."

"I want to make sure you get home safe. It's fine."

"Tommy, please. You should stay and have fun."

"I won't have fun if I'm worrying about you all night."

"I can take her," you suddenly hear Joel's voice behind you, which immediately made you roll your eyes because you really didn't want him around. He noticed the gesture but didn't seem to care about it in the slightest, putting on his jacket. "I was heading out anyway."

Tommy couldn't have known you really didn't want to be around his older brother, completely unaware of your history with him. Perhaps if you told him, he'll insist on going with you or find someone else that could walk you home. But you never told him what happened, so you're stuck with Joel. "Okay, great. I'll see you guys tomorrow. Thank you for coming," he says, allowing the two of you to leave.

The first few minutes outside in the snow have got to be the most awkward minutes of your entire life.

You tried not to stumble despite still being a bit drunk, not wanting to embarrass yourself in front of him. You're mad that he's here with you and you can't stand being alone with him.

"Did you have fun tonight?"

Oh, and of course he had to open his mouth. Because when has Joel ever done what you want him to do? It seems like he'll always do exactly the opposite of what you expect from him.

"Yes," was all you said.

"Just yes?" he tried again.

"Yes."

You heard him sigh. "So, no talking?"

"I'd really like that, actually."

The tone of your voice would've been enough to make him shut up for the entire walk. Even he seemed to be a little taken aback by the honesty of your answer because you could feel him staring at you for longer than usual before he focused on his boots as they left marks on the snow.

He didn't ask what was wrong because deep down he must've known. He can't not know. And in that drunken state you allowed yourself to be pity as you wished that he thinks about it every single day. That it tortures him. That he despises himself for breaking your heart and not doing something to make it right. That he looks back on it and hopes that he could go back.

But does he? Does he actually think about it every single day? Does he regret what happened? And if he does, why is he not trying to say he's sorry? Does he even want to say something at all?

It was almost as if the alcohol betrayed you. Or maybe it was your head that just allowed every barrier you have built these past few weeks to crumble down. Not caring turned into caring way too much and it was like you couldn't stop thinking about a hundred questions without being able to find a single answer to any of them.

Joel turns to look at you once again when he notices you stopped walking. Your head is spinning as more and more questions fill up your mind and you get frustrated because you know there's only one person who has all the answers.

Should you say something? Should you make a fool of yourself once again? It shouldn't be you. Why is he not doing something? How come you're the one who has to speak up about this? It's not fair.

But it was late, cold and you were just so drunk. And you know that no matter how much you try to move on, you'll never be truly okay until you hear an explanation as to why he broke your heart in such a vicious way. Even if he lies or tries to sugarcoat it, you deserve even the tiniest of explanations.

"Is everything okay?" he eventually asks, which only frustrates you more.

"Do you ever think about that night?" you let out almost immediately after, feeling the way your heart was beating faster than ever. As fast as the time you confessed your love for him.

He was quiet, so you decided to continue. "Do you ever wish you could go back and change the way it ended? Does...does it ever cross your mind or you seriously don't care?"

After those questions, Joel seemed to finally react. "Are we seriously doing this now?"

"If not now, when? You were clearly not going to say anything," you accused him, leaving him completely defenseless because he was very much avoiding ever bringing this up and you just called him out on it. "I just need to know why, Joel."

"I don't- let's get you home, okay?"

"Stop doing that! Stop trying to avoid this!" you exclaimed with obvious exasperation, feeling the corner of your eyes burning due to the tears that would surely roll down your cheeks at any point. "I was in love with you and you weren't decent enough to at least tell me you didn't feel the same way! Don't you think I deserved at least that?"

"We can talk about this tomorrow..."

"No, fuck that. I waited long enough," you quickly interrupted. "I was so patient with you. I gave you your space when you said you weren't sure about us, I respected your decision of being discreet in front of Ellie, I stood up for you countless of times when I shouldn't have. I did so much for you and you can't even look me in the eye and give me an explanation!"

"It's not-"

"You've got to be the biggest asshole I've ever met. And you know what's the worst part of this? That I'm still expecting shit from you. I still hope that you'll say you're sorry for breaking my heart and acting like you never did something wrong. I'm so fucking stupid to believe that you actually-"

"I was afraid!" he practically shouted, hoping that would stop your rambling. It seemed to work, because you were silent as soon as he said that. "There. Are you happy?"

"Don't put this on me," you immediately snap back.

Joel sighs yet again and takes a second to calm down, knowing that if he gets defensive this will end much worse. It's time to accept he fucked up and stop trying to act like he didn't.

"I'm sorry," he finally said. "For this and for what I said that night. I should've been honest with you."

Now it was you the one who was silent, taken aback by his reaction. Usually, he'll try to come on top by creating any type of argument until he's able to get the last word. An actual apology was definitely not something you were expecting.

"I don't like people. I keep my distance and everyone else stay away from me in return. I like distance," he explains. "But then you came along and it was impossible to stay away. No matter how hard I tried, I'd always come back to you. I started to need you and it was scary because I should be keeping my distance."

Silence. Absolute silence. You were surprised to hear him being so honest with you, but you were also feeling a bit nostalgic because deep down you missed being the person Joel would go to when he needed someone to talk to. Even when it was difficult for him to open up, he always tried his best to rely on you whenever he needed it. Needless to say, it made you feel very special.

"When you said you loved me I didn't know what to do. It felt so...definitive. Because I knew that deep down I was falling for you too and if I said something that'd mean I'd never be able to let you go. And it was so scary to think of giving in to that feeling because...because I couldn't allow myself to care again."

You knew exactly what he meant by that. His daughter is not a topic he particularly enjoys bringing up, but you've heard a few things about her. And honestly, you couldn't really blame him for being scared. Despite all these years, losing his kid in the way he did has got to be the worst pain he'll ever experience. Of course he'll want to run away in the opposite direction when he starts seeing the similarities.

It doesn't excuse the fact that he avoided you, but you would never pretend like his feelings weren't valid.

He was scared of loving you because with love comes the inevitable attachment to that person forever. You care so deeply, the mere idea of ever losing that person shatters your world completely. And he knows what that loss feels like. He couldn't experience that again.

"Besides, you know me. You know I'm a mess. I couldn't let you ruin your life by loving me, because I'd just let you down- which I did, so I was right. So instead of saying something, I just said what I thought would help to make you not love me anymore. If I couldn't keep my distance, I had to do something so you'll want to stay away from me."

Once again, Joel was doing exactly the opposite of what you expected. He poured his heart out to you, sounding so honest and vulnerable. You've only heard him being this sincere whenever he would mention Sarah or that one time when you both stayed up talking in depth about your relationship with Ellie.

Tears started to roll down your cheeks as predicted as you stared at him. You don't know whether to hug him or punch him at this point.

"You're such an asshole," was all you could say.

The comment made him chuckle, but it was evident he was holding back his own tears. "I know."

"But that's exactly why I loved you. I know what you've been through, I knew you were a challenge and I was willing to work on it for as long as it would take us. The decision of whether I wanted to love you or not was never yours to make."

"I was trying to save you from having to deal with me."

"What if I didn't want to be saved?"

"Well, I think it's already too late for that," he replied. There was another pause that encouraged him to ask, "Is it? Too late?"

"I don't know," you replied. It was the truth.

"I can work with I don't know."

"What does that mean?" you asked curiously, wiping your tears away.

"It means I'm willing to make it right this time," he replied. "If you let me."

You frowned just a little, failing to hold back the smile that appeared on your face just seconds later. "You know you'll have to really try if you want to fix this, right?"

"I know. It's okay. You're worth it."

So far, so good, you thought.

"This means no more hiding, no more trying to push me away, talking about your feelings..."

"I can handle it."

"Can you?" you asked in a much more serious tone. It sucked not being able to fully trust his word, but you both know you had your reasons not to. "I just don't want to get my hopes up again over nothing."

You watched as Joel took a step closer to you, reaching out to grab one of your hands. He examines your face, making sure you're okay with him touching you before he brings it up to his lips, gently kissing your knuckles. "I promise you this time will be different," he says, and he's looking at you with so much affection, it's impossible not to trust him.

#joel miller x female reader #joel miller x reader #joel miller fic #joel miller #joel miller angst #pedro pascal characters

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teejaystumbles · 7 months

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Teejaystumbles’ Dreamling art and fic - ultimate masterpost

Fic

general tumblr writing tag (teejay writes)

AO3 (I’m not going to link to every fic I wrote, there are several, please check out this link to the archive)

Art

general tumblr art tag (teejaystumbles)

Pillowfort (for 18+/NSFW works so be aware before clicking!)

Patreon

deviantArt

My original webcomic Behind the Obsidian Mirror (BL, aztec setting, WIP) can be found in my deviantArt gallery and on my Patreon. I also made an extra tumblr but it’s not up to date.

specific posts for certain events or AUs:

Monsterfucktober Bingo 2023 masterpost (full card)

As the World falls down comic (Labyrinth dream AU) (WIP)

Illustration/Cover

pages 1-2

pages 3-5

pages 6-8

pages 9-11

coming soon

The Storms of Life (1889 canon divergence, complete)

kind of related to ch2 - apparition

ch2 - rescue

ch6 - nightmare 1 (cw blood, claws, injury)

ch6 - nightmare 2

ch8 - waiting in the garden

ch10 - kiss

extra - Hob (cw body horror)

Valentine’s Day - Hob in lingerie

Hob portrait

plant creature Dream + Hob

Flatter the Mountain Tops (dragon AU, complete)

ch1 - Hob+Dream as dragons

ch6 - dragon snuggling

ch7 - partial transformation

ch9 - a feather, a reminder…

other Endless dragon sketches

Hob mastering partial transformation

some Hob faces

dragon/human sex (sft version with link to nsft)

more dragon/human sex - Hob being irresponsible (comic)

Ollie/Hob sketches

Hob being lifted up by a dragon

loads of more wonderful art for my dragons can be found on @amielot’s tumblr!!

Fins & Fangs AU (vampire!Hob/nixie!Dream)

now with a fic!! Wash these sins on down the river for a life I didn't choose by @karalynlovescake

Story post

story sketches

nix Dream being carried doodle

three stages of monstrification/curse

vampire/nix making out (sft version with link to nsft)

glowing in the rain (angsty)

Hell or High Water (AU with skate merman Hob that tumblr helped create through a poll <3)

sketches 1

sketches 2 - daydreaming on a rock like a good mermaid

first eye contact

sketches 3

sketch with ruby 1

sketch with ruby 2

trying to save a “human”

sketch with ruby 3 - sexy Hob

Hob caught in a net sketch

underwater kisses sketch

Hob playing in kelp forest sketch

sketches 4

Hob pinup

chibi Hob with pet

some Hob faces

anatomy studies (sft version with link to nsft)

dive with me illustration

merman/human illustration (sft version with link to nsft)

Hob caught in a net illustration

Unsustainable (dark!Dream/Hob, Hannibal-inspired AU)

art and premise

drabble

more drabble/thoughts

Single AU/fic art posts

Knight Hob

Cobwebs - sad Hob + kiss

Dryad Dream (cw body horror)

A Hope in Hell

Hob in corset (1789)

There’s an Emerald in the sky (Daniel/Hob)

Spiritstalker (cw blood)

1489 AU - 1 + 2, extra

Jumper (2008) - 1 + 2

Beauty and the Beast (fairytale dream rescue AU)

Moulin Rouge AU

kidnapped Hob (blindfold)

The Hunted (assassin/vigilante AU)

Servant of the Bones AU

Orc Hob

Witch Hob 1 + 2 + 3 + cover art and fic!

Sleep Token song illustrations

Rain (Dreamling)

Apparition (Dreamling - for Storms of Life)

Aqua Regia (Morpheus)

The Offering (Dreamling)

Euclid (Hob - for There’s an Emerald in the Sky)

Take Me Back To Eden (Dreamling - for There’s an Emerald in the Sky)

Higher (Corinthian/Dream)

Aldritch Kemp fanart (Ferdie): sketch, art

Art for others/Masterpost part 2

(I had to cut in half because I reached the tumblr link limit)

#whew oh boy that took a while I can tell you that #this is not all of my art but the most important ones I guess #you can find the rest under my general art tag (my name)#teejaystumbles #masterpost #teejay writes #artists on tumblr #dreamling #the sandman fanart #the sandman fanfiction

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tmntober-2023 · 7 months

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Welcome, everybody, to

🐢 🍁 TMNTober 2023! 🍁 🐢

An Inktober-inspired month-long event where every day will be assigned a prompt that you can write or draw something for!

🐢 Rules & guidelines: 🐢

All prompts have to be TMNT related, obviously, but they can be of any iteration, including fan made ones.

Post your art and writing on whatever platform you want! If you want it archived here though, post or link it on tumblr and tag this blog!

Tag your art with #tmntober 2023 or #tmntober2023. I will make a point of going through the tag and reblogging as much art as I possibly can to here!

Your art doesn’t have to be done on time and you don’t have to do all prompts. First and foremost, have fun!

Since this month ends with Halloween, I expect some art may involve horror themes, and if so, will be tagged appropriately. This is an appeal especially to writers, as I’m not sure I’ll be able to read every single piece, to tag your works with proper warnings, please.

Every day, there will be a post announcing the current prompt! If you lack inspiration for any particular prompts, I may leave some ideas in the tags :)

🐢 PROMPTS: 🐢

1. Warm-up!

2. Eyes

3. Teeth

4. Bones

5. Act

6. Improvised Weapon

7. Begrudging Alliance

8. What a tragedy!

9. Trap

10. Under-appreciated non-turtles!

11. Glitch

12. Dance

13. Devour

14. Press Start!

15. Try again?

16. OC spotlight!

17. Roots

18. Fairytales

19. Machine

20. Mask

21. Greatest fear

22. Favorite episode

23. Unlikely pet

24. Teenage

25. Mutant

26. Ninja

27. Turtles

28. Full Moon

29. That is not a person.

30. Scary Movie

31. Halloween!

🐢 Image version of the prompt list by @wutdeedido! Look how cool!! 🐢

Happy creating, everybody!!

EDIT: I did find out after the fact that there’s a buncha other tmntobers out there! If these prompts don’t work for you, try some of these!

- the tmnttober2023 account (with two T’s! Unlike mine!)

- @/super-un-stable’s tmnttober2023 with a list that is a piece of art to me

- @/oopsmypencilslipped’s tmnttober2023 with a swag poster

#tmntober2023 #tmntober 2023 #pinned post #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt

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kathaniii · 11 months

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।। Aloukik।।

~ A folklore event ~

To all who are interested,

I'm hosting an event focusing on Indian folktales, fairytales, mythos and legend.

Aloukik is a month long event dedicated to highlighting stories from different cultures of India. There will be 10 prompts. It will run from 25th June to 24th July, with 3 days dedicated to each prompt.

Folklore has been an integral part of many cultures worldwide and India is no different. In our kaleidoscopic country, there exists a myriad of stories in different cultures, passed down from generation to generation. Storytelling has always been a fundamental part of human existence, stories become living, breathing things, transcending time and space as long there's someone to tell them.

So I'm inviting you to share your stories and your culture, folklore from any region, any state, any religion, any culture is welcome.

•To participate, you can post your writings, art, GIFs, Edits, Moodboards, anything you want.

•New content is appreciated but old content is also welcome.

•You can participate as much or as little as you'd like. You can post multiple entries for a given prompt or none at all.

•Late submissions are also welcome.

•Hateful content is not allowed. I have the right to ignore any content I see as hateful, but I will excercise this carefully. Furthermore, I will block you if it becomes a repeated offence throughout the event.

Be respectful of each other's cultures and religions.

To submit your entry, please follow the format given below:

@kathaniii | Aloukik 2023 | Day X

Please also use the event hashtag #Aloukik 2023.

The prompts are:

Day 1: (25th-27th June) Stories from your culture

Focus on and highlight stories from your state, religion or culture.

Day 2: (28th-30th June) Horror

Horror is a recurring theme in folklore. Horror stories are often the cornerstone of folktales. Highlight your favourite bhootnis, spirits, demons, and witches alike.

Day 3: (1st-3rd July) Women in Folklore

From witches to fairies, women have always played an integral role in many folktales and fairytales. Celebrate the inspiring women in folklore, their stories and their role in folk culture.

Day 4: (4th-6th July) Your Favourite Fairytales

Fairytales are, for most people, an important part of their childhood. Post about your favourite Princes and princesses, fairies and demons, kingdoms and magic.

Day 5: (7th-9th July) Unsung Stories

Post about folktales that you think are underrated and unsung. Tales that not many people know about, tales that you think deserve more love.

Day 6: (10th-12th July) Heroes and Heroines

Post about your favourite heroic characters, your favourite heroes and heroines, your favourite knights in shining armour.

Day 7: (13th-15th July) Villains

We all love a good villain and folktales have given us many iconic villains and antagonists. Post about your favourite evil queens, evil kings, dark witches and demon kings.

Day 8: (16th-18th July) Your favourite characters

Post about your favourite characters from fairytales and folktales. Tell us about any characters you fell in love with, hero or villain.

Day 9: (19th-21st July) Childhood stories

We all grew up hearing fairytales and folktales from our parents or grandparents. Tell us about your favourite childhood stories, stories you grew up with, stories you cherish.

Day 10: (22nd-24th July) Creator's Choice

This day is a free-for-all. Post about anything you want, any stories, any characters, anything your heart desires.

Feel free send any questions about the event to the event's blog @kathaniii. Thank you.

#Aloukik 2023 #desiblr #desi academia #mythology #folklore #folktales #fairytales #desi tag #event #desi aesthetic #desi dark academia #desi moodboard

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teddylacroix · 1 year

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@jonmartinweek 2023: Day #8: Somewhere Else // Soulmates

That feel when you're a Pokemon trainer minding your own business, passing a stranger on the street, when the Red String of Fate suddenly lets you know that the stranger is not really a stranger and you've both reincarnated from a horrible hell world where the Pokemon types in your world are actually evil eldritch fear gods in your previous lives ahahaha...

Previous Pokemon!AU doodle

Day 7: Comfy jumpers // Fairytales

Day 6: Power Swap

Day 5: Naps and cuddles // Body horror

Day 4: Ace Day!

Day 3: Victorian times // Confessions

Day 2: Monsters // Office romance

Day 1: Scars // First day in the safehouse

#jonmartinweek 2023 #jmart #jonmartin #teaholding #jon sims #martin blackwood #jonathan sims #tma #tma fanart #the magnus archives fanart #the magnus archives #teddy draws #the beholding #the eye #the lonely #the web #i like merging prompts i guess

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foundtherightwords · 1 month

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The Firebird - Chapter 12

Pairing: Prince Paul (Catherine the Great) x OFC, Fairytale AU

Summary: When Paul, a spoiled young prince, spots a strange bird in the forest near his palace, he impulsively chases after it, hoping to both escape from and prove himself to his disapproving mother. Thus he is plunged into an exhilarating adventure across a magical realm populated by enchanted princesses, dangerous monsters, and powerful wizards, an adventure that may change him more than he can ever imagine.

Chapter warning: some smut (non-explicit)

Chapter word count: 3.2k

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8 - Chapter 9 - Chapter 10 - Chapter 11

Chapter 12 - The Realm of Stone

Paul decided to keep Baba Yaga's story to himself. It didn't matter that she no longer had power. After all, she was helping them in every way she could, as she had made clear from the start. It was no use worrying Zhara further. And soon, other, more pressing matters came to occupy them all, so Paul pushed the truth about Baba Yaga and Koschei to the back of his mind.

The landscape around the house was changing. Craggy mountains, not quite as tall or foreboding as Perun's Crowns, but bleak and hostile-looking nonetheless, rose on either side of them. Dark pines broke through here and there amongst the rocks like bristly eyebrows or mustaches on a giant's face, bordering narrow, foamy rapids that rushed past in a race to the sea. The occasional stone hut peeped through the pines, though it seemed deserted.

The first hint of destruction came the next day—a stone bridge, leading from a pine forest to a small village, lay broken in half in the middle of a wide stream. No smoke curled from the chimneys of the village, no livestock or pets milled about, and there was no trace of people.

The forest gave way to rocky hills that led down to a rocky beach, overlooking a gray, stormy sea. The path now followed the shore toward a series of tall cliffs, rising out of the sea in the distance like the walls of a fortress, topped by a castle of gleaming white stone. They passed a town that curved along a breakwater overlooking the beach, lining the slopes leading to the cliffs. The houses here were bigger and better built than the stone huts of the forest but stood in the same eerie silence. Some had their doors and windows tightly shut, others were left wide open, their front yard strewn with clothes and belongings as though the owners had fled in a great hurry or were driven out. The only sign of life were the flocks of carrion birds that circled these houses like a kaleidoscope of death, their mournful cries made all the more mournful as they echoed over the murmurs of the sea. White bones could be glimpsed here and there amongst the pebbles on the beach, though it was impossible to tell if they were human or animal.

The heavy rain—the first rain Paul had seen since his arrival in Lukomorye—did nothing to deter the birds. For the humans, it only made things worse, as it kept them indoors, where there was nothing to do but to look at those horrors outside the window, like watching some macabre magic lantern show.

"Saints," Paul breathed out. "What is this place?"

"Arthania," Ilya replied.

Paul's heart dropped. Too absorbed by the scene outside, he had completely forgotten about Zhara. Now he saw her frozen on the windowsill, as though the display of death and destruction were a basilisk's gaze turning her into stone. He quickly closed the shutters and reached out to comfort her, but before he could touch her, she'd flown away with an alarmed chirp and settled on the rafter. Her eyes, as they looked down at him, bore no trace of recognition. Paul felt his heart seized in fear.

"Zhara, it's me," he said softly. Zhara seemed to shake herself, and some human awareness came back into her eyes, but she didn't fly to him. She went into the small backroom that she shared with Elena, and avoided their company for the rest of the day.

After supper that night, Baba Yaga declared that the house was going to stop for a while, for they were now close to Buyan Island and needed to prepare to face Illarion. Paul rather wished she had chosen to rest the house anywhere else, but dared not criticize her. Sometimes, the old woman's gimlet eyes reminded him too uncomfortably of his mother's.

Paul went to bed with thoughts of the battle ahead swirling around his mind, turning his blood into ice water and his heart into a quivering mess. Despite Ilya's tutelage, Paul knew he was no fighter. He would gladly stay away from it all, were it not for the fear that Zhara would think him a coward and never look at him again if he did.

A creak of the door startled him. Opening his eyes, he caught the end of Zhara's red braid as she slipped outside. Where was she going at this time of night? Surely she wasn't thinking of going to face Illarion by herself? Paul sprang up from his cot and followed her.

The rain had stopped, but the lawn was still wet, droplets of water clinging to the grass, sparkling under the moonlight like diamonds. Under their shelter behind the house, the horses were sleeping peacefully, having no care for the danger ahead. Paul only had eyes for Zhara though, and he breathed a sigh of relief when he found her standing by the linden tree, looking at her kingdom beyond the fence, while her fist kept clenching and unclenching on the linden's rough bark. Hearing Paul's footsteps, she half-turned her head, before looking back toward the cliffs and the silent castle shining pale in the distance.

"The Seven Sisters," she said, nodding at the cliffs, as Paul came to stand beside her. "As children, Lariosha and I used to play on top of them, bringing back the chalk to draw on the walls of our nursery, to the despair of our governesses. We used to have such fun..." Her voice trembled and cracked. "What happened? What went wrong? How did he become so bitter and cruel? Perhaps it was my fault, I was closest to him—"

"No. Don't blame yourself." Paul took her hand in his, trying to pull her back from that dark path. "You can't have foreseen this. Some people—some people just turn out bad." Did I turn out bad as well? he wondered. He had grown up believing it. Why else did his mother hate him so? But now, standing here with Zhara, he felt that he was, if not good, then at least not entirely bad, not as bad as he'd once thought.

Zhara looked down at his hand. He was afraid she was going to pull away, but some of the dark fire went out of her eyes, and she put her other hand over his and stroked his knuckles with her thumb. She had never done so before.

"Thank you," she said.

He cleared his throat, not wishing to notice how the caress of her soft, warm fingers was sending shivers all along his arm, or show her how much he was enjoying it. "So... how far are we from Buyan?" he asked, still keeping his hand nestled between her palms.

"It's just beyond the Seven Sisters. We should reach it by midday tomorrow." She lifted his hand to her lips as though to kiss it, but changed her mind and put it down again. She opened her mouth and hesitated, looking like she wanted to say something but didn't know how to. "You should stay here with Baba and Elena," eventually she said. "Ilya can accompany me."

"No!" Paul exclaimed, pulling his hand away. "I'm not staying behind like some coward!"

"Nobody will think ill of you."

"Are you afraid I'm going to get in the way?"

"No, it's not that." Zhara looked at him with beseeching eyes. "It's too dangerous. You may get hurt."

"What of it?" he said sullenly. In his mind, he could hear his mother mocking him for drilling with his toy soldiers, as clearly as though she were standing next to him. "Why should you care if I'm hurt or not? My life is worth nothing here. At least let me contribute something."

Zhara's eyes turned gentle. "Do you think people only care for you if you're worth something to them?" she said softly.

He'd never considered it, but now that he thought about it, it was true. "My nurses and tutors and the servants only took care of me because I'm the heir to the throne," he said, the painful truth coming out slowly. "My mother—my mother is the same. As long as I'm alive, her position is secure." He asked himself, not for the first time, how his mother had been coping with his disappearance. Was she searching for him, or had she come up with some lies to cover it up, as she had with his father? Had she brought out an illegitimate child in an attempt to replace him?

He could feel tears stinging at the corners of his eyes and looked down, ashamed of his weakness. Zhara put a finger to his chin, her touch feather-light, lifting his face up so they were eye-to-eye. "I don't care because you're the heir to some throne," she said. "I care because you're you."

Those words went straight to his heart, making it thump painfully in his chest. "But why?" he asked. "Why me?" There were other men around her, braver, cleverer men willing to lay down their lives for her. Why would she pay attention to a foolish, cowardly boy like him?

"Because you always try to be better. Because when you look at me, you don't see a tsarevna or a half-vila, you only see a frightened girl, but you do your best to help her anyway, although there is nothing in it for you." It wasn't completely true; in the early days, he had clung to her because she was his only hope of getting home. But that had changed. So much had changed.

"And although sometimes she exasperates me to the point of madness," he added, and Zhara laughed, a soft, tinkling sound that he couldn't get enough of.

"Yes," she said. "And because"—here she paused to trace her finger along his cheek and his jaw—"the heart wants what it wants," she whispered.

As her finger stopped at his lips, Paul's heart seemed to stop as well. Without saying another word, he leaned forward and kissed her.

No shy, fleeting kiss for them this time. No more hesitating or checking to see if anyone could see them. Her lips parted, her tongue darted into his mouth, and he chased after her, meeting her tongue with his own. She tasted of birch sap and berries, of wood smoke and pine needles, of fire and sun, and he drew her into his arms, pressing her soft body close to him, drinking her in, feeling intoxicated, insatiable. This was all he wanted, all he'd ever wanted, and it was too much and not enough, never enough.

Then he ran out of breath and had to pull back.

"And that," he said, gasping, "is why you must let me go with you." He was already missing the feel of her mouth under his.

Zhara curled her fingers around the front of his shirt, holding him close. "But if anything should happen, I don't want to lose you," she said, nuzzling against his cheeks. His heart lurched. There was real fear in her voice, but he couldn't concentrate, because she was brushing her lips over his in a way that made his pulse race like a wild horse and split into two, one pounding in his heart, and another, lower down.

He'd felt like a coward before. Now, with her in his arms, he felt like he could take on an entire army.

"Who says I'm yours to lose?" he whispered, smiling against her lips, teasing her, wanting to draw her attention away from the scene of destruction before them, from the coming battle.

It seemed to be working, for the fearful look left her eyes and she grinned back, the familiar crooked grin he'd grown to love, only with a wicked edge to it that set his blood aflame. "You will be," she said.

She drew him to her, and now it was her turn to kiss him, her mouth burning and hungry. Paul sank to his knees on the soft, moss-covered ground beneath the linden and pulled her down with him. The moss was damp under his back, but the heat from their bodies soon dried it out.

Paul was not untried when it came to women. Despite what his mother may have said, he was still the most eligible bachelor in the empire, and there were plenty of ladies at court, and servant girls as well, who thought it would be a great conquest to seduce the tsarevich, and he let them, for it flattered his ego.

He didn't realize how different it was, to be with someone who actually wanted him for him.

Zhara dropped hundreds of scorching kisses on his neck, his torso, and he found himself on his back, with her on top of him, her hair framing her face like a fiery halo while she rocked against his growing hardness and fumbled to loosen his clothes and her own. He brushed a curl out of her eyes, and the look in those eyes, blazing down on him like the sun coming out from behind a bank of clouds, made him want to cry.

He did cry out, a moment later, when their bodies finally found each other. He sat up, his back against the trunk of the linden, his hands clenching at her hips so he could better match her movements, while he sank into her velvety warmth and she buried her hot face in his damp neck, her mouth trailing little kisses along his jaw and begging him don't stop, please don't stop, each kiss, each whispery plea pushing him closer and closer to the edge. The tree shook with them, the lingering raindrops dripping over them, falling down their bare skin, streaking their cheeks like tears. Paul caught a drop on Zhara's shoulder with his tongue, and it burst into a bubble of sweetness, flooding his mouth with her taste.

So they may be going to their death the next day. So he may never see his home again. None of it mattered. Nothing mattered but the way her pulse fluttered against his, the way she enfolded him in her whole being, and the pleasure that surged through both of them like wildfire, sweeping everything else away.

Afterward, they fell asleep on the grass, there in the shadow of that kingdom of ruins, her head on his chest, her body bathing him in heat as though she had stored up the sun in her skin.

He woke before sunrise. The Night horse must have left already, for the dark gray sky was starting to tinge with blue. His arms automatically closed around Zhara, afraid to find a bird there instead of a girl. No, blessed be the Saints, she was still in her human form. His stirrings had woken her as well. She stretched luxuriously against him, and he delighted in the way her body moved in his arms.

"Are you cold?" she said, voice still thick with sleep. "We can go inside."

"Cold, with you in my arms, my Zhar-ptitsa? Never."

He felt her smile on his chest. Then she yawned. Even her yawn sounded lovely.

"Don't go back to sleep," he said. "Stay with me."

"I'm not going back to sleep."

They were both quiet for a while. By her sighs, he knew that she, like him, was thinking of what lay ahead, dreading it. He was trying to find something to take her mind off it, when she spoke.

"Paul?"

"Yes?"

"What do you desire the most?"

He thought about it, and realized that, at that very moment, there was one thing he desired.

"To see the dawn with you."

She lifted her head to look at him. The blaze of hope in her eyes would stay with him for as long as he lived. "Perhaps we can, one da—"

She never finished her sentence. At that very moment, the Sun horse vaulted over the sky, followed closely by the Day horse, and the weight of Zhara's body on him reduced to nothingness. For a heartbeat, the firebird remained on his chest, looking at him with those human, heartbreaking eyes. Then she flapped her wings and took off in a flash of burnished gold.

Paul sat under the linden for a while longer, feeling chilled and lonely without Zhara's reassuring warmth on him. Then, with a sigh, he went into the house for breakfast.

Though it was early still, everybody was up, and not only up, but also waiting for him, it seemed. By the time Paul came into the kitchen, Ilya was lifting the kettle down from the stove to make tea. "There he is," the knight said with a knowing grin and winked at Paul. Even Elena showed a faint smile on her lips as she wished Paul a good morning. Paul felt his face going crimson and busied himself with cutting the bread. Zhara also seemed shyer than usual and didn't come to his side at the breakfast table, but remained at the window, where Elena brought her some seeds and berries. Only Baba Yaga was as impassive as ever and didn't seem to notice anything. After breakfast, she knocked on the ceiling for the house to start moving again.

Paul cleaned up the breakfast things with Elena and went into the yard, where Ilya was restringing his bow.

"Can I do anything to help?" Paul asked.

"You can help by keeping the tsarevna company," Ilya said, nodding toward Zhara at the window. "She's going to need the courage, and I'd say you're more qualified than any of us to give it to her."

Paul blushed again. Was he relegated to the role of a royal lover, like Vasilchikov and so many others he'd sneered at in his mother's court, assigned only to keep the Empress's bed warm? "I suppose you think me a fool," he said without bothering to keep the bitterness out of his voice.

"No," replied the knight sincerely, his black, crinkled eyes looking straight at Paul. "It is never foolish to love, my friend. In fact, in these dark days, to love and be loved may be the wisest thing you can do, for you never know how short our time may be on earth. Just look at my brothers. I'm glad that Dobrynya had at least known love, no matter how briefly. And I'm glad that you and the tsarevna have this chance."

Paul hadn't thought about it that way. The stories always ended with "And they lived happily ever after," never "And they lived happily for now," but he supposed there was wisdom in what Ilya said.

While Paul was pondering the words of the bogatyr, Ilya looked up, and his face hardened at something he saw over Paul's shoulder. Paul turned around, and his heart faltered. The house had rounded the cliffs and now stood on a small shingle beach, facing the steel-gray sea. In the distance, an island stood amidst the waves. It was little more than a single boulder, most of it taken up by a gigantic, ancient oak tree, yet against that pewter sky, still heavy with unshed rain, with the white-crested waves crashing against it, the island gave off such a foreboding air that Paul could very well believe it to be the source of a powerful magic.

"Buyan Island," Ilya said, getting to his feet. "We have arrived."

Chapter 13

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#prince paul #tsarevich paul #catherine the great #prince paul fic #prince paul smut #prince paul x ofc #joseph quinn #joseph quinn fic #joseph quinn smut

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adarkrainbow · 6 months

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Spooky season fairytales (6)

And we reach the penultimate post of this series! After looking at actual fairytale adaptations (well... roughly), for this post I want to love at fantasy movies that are not any adaptation of any specific tale or story... But which were made with the intentions of having a "fairytale feel" or a fairytale lore. Dark or creepy movies inspired by fairytales as a whole. Basically "dark fairytale fantasy".

And of course I have to begin with the most FAMOUS dark fairytale movie of our century... Guillermo del Toro's "Pan's Labyrinth", in the original Spanish, "El Laberinto del Fauno".

Do I need to present this movie? Probably not, since it was one of del Toro's masterpices, but to simply put it... This is a dark, haunting, poetic but tragic movie following a little girl's life in the Spain of Franco. Said little girl meets in the ruins of an old labyrinth, guided by fairies, a faun, who reveals to her she is the lost princess of a fairy realm... But to regain her place, she will have to undergo fairytale-trials. All while the little girl enjoys her "changeling fantasy", we follow the harsh and horrifying everyday life of World War II Spain that unfolds around her: the girl's step-father is a Falangist captain who hunts down with cruelty the resistance in the area, while her mother is having a very complicated pregnancy. And as the real-world piles on the horrors - famine, execution, torture - so does the fairy-world becomes darker and darker, filled with monsters, ogres and blood...

Of course, Guillermo del Toro did other dark "fairy pieces" - such as Hellboy II, which is a dark and gritty urban-fantasy homage to the fair folk - and recently returned to the fairytale world with his acclaimed Pinocchio.

1985's Legend, by Ridley Scott, is usually considered as one of the "great 80s fantasy movies", alongside pieces such as Ladyhawke, The Dark Crystal, Conan the Barbarian, Willow and more. However "Legend" is also, and this is less evoked, one of the prime examples of a movie belonging to the genre of "fairytale fantasy" - alongside stories such as Stardust or The Neverending Story.

After all, all the elements are there. The main hero is a brave young "wild man" of the woods, who must save a princess trapped by an evil monster, with the help of fairies and elves, and the whole quest goes through numerous folkloric motifs and characters - the unicorn, the water-hag, the fight of day and night, the endless winter... But speaking of "endless winter", the reason why this movie is featuring here is because of how dark it becomes. Truly. The main villain is even the literal embodiment of Darkness, an evil creature sporting the most iconic look of a devil in the history of cinema, and played by none other than Tim Curry himself. He sends hordes of goblins devour babies and kill unicorns throughout endless winter and ever-ending night... To reach him one must cross a monster-infected swamps leading to a dark palace of venomous charms, dancing statues and cannibal feasts... And even the elves and fairy sidekicks are truer to Brian Froud illustrations and the original "fair folk", being whimsical, capricious, easily angered and just as dangerous as the villains they're fighting...

Coraline. Another great piece of "fairytale fantasy".

Coraline (the movie or the book it is based on, the two have several differences but complement each other very well) is the story of a young girl living your typical "travel to another magical world" plot, as she discovers a secret door allowing her to escape her dreary, boring and unpleasant life to find an alternate, whimsical, fantastical and charming version of her own family and neighbors. But of course, this being a Neil Gaiman story, things quickly grow strange and eerie, as talking cats, fairy-ghosts, shapeshifting witches and buttons sewn in place of eyes come to turn the dream into a nightmare, and then into a battle of wits to survive against a dark and old magic...

Yet another VERY famous piece - there's a lot of famous pieces I am covering here, but hey, not my fault the good stuff is getting the recognition it deserves!

Over the Garden Wall, an animated mini-series that was created by the same man behind "Adventure Time", telling the story of two brothers as they try to find a way home while venturing into a bizarre and magical forest called "The Unknown". They are guided by a talking bird in hope of finding a good witch who will help them - all the while mysterious and dark figures such as the Woodsman or the Beast linger in the shadows and keep crossing path with them...

Over the Garden Wall is a perfect autumn watch, since it actually takes place during the autumn season, the first episodes exploring an Halloweenesque harvest festival, while the lasts take place in winter. More than just autumn imagery, the show relies heavily on the "vintage" and "old" imagery of early 20th, 19th and even 18th centuries America, building its wonders and magic with vintage Halloween cards, Colonial or Industrial-era fashions, Betty Boop or Silly Symphonies cartoons, the Dogville Comedies and the "Game of Frog Pond" board game... However, under its at first whimsical and fanciful appearance, the mini-series quickly reveal a haunting tale worthy of the darkest fairytales, exploring themes such as betrayal, despair, death and sacrifices.

In fact, "Over the Garden Wall" was inspired by numerous fairytales, hence its fairytale feel. Many, many people commented that, upon watching the series, they felt the exact same thing they experienced when, as a kid, they discovered new fairytales - I also felt it, and this proves the power of this series that truly captures the essence of what a fairytale is. On top of reusing fairytale tropes (two children exploring woods filled with girls turned into birds, good and bad witches, strange talking beasts...) and explicitely referencing some "fairytale-like" children novels (especially "The Wizad of Oz"), the very artstyle of the show was inspired by "fairytale art", ranging from Gustave Doré's illustrations of Perrault to Tenniel's Alice in Wonderland drawings, passing by old Andersen illustrations.

Ah, finally a more obscure piece! At last for non-French people... La Cité des Enfants Perdus, The City of Lost Children. A 1995 movie by Jean-Pierre Jeunet. Now, Jeunet is one of those French moviemakers distinctively recognizeable thanks to his very unique style of movie making. You will recognize this when you know that he is behind the movies "Delicatessen" (the one about a former clown in a post-war world behind hired in a building dominated by a cannibalistic butcher) and the "Amélie Poulain" movie (about a quirky Parisian waitress who decides to change whimsically the life of those around her). Jeunet enjoys the bizarre, the unusual, strange technologies, extravagant characters, dark humor, absurd comedy, and oniric or fairytale-like atmosphere... And this all blooms in the darkest and eeriest way in this movie.

To put the story simply (which is a challenge since it is a complex movie)... Off the shores of a shadowy, dirty, corrupt fishing town, in a manor in the middle of the sea (on top of an abandoned oil rig), an old mad scientist regularly captures children. For you see the scientist is unable to dream, and tries to steal away the dreams of children - which never works, since being captured by a creepy old man makes the children have nightmares rather than sweet dreams. One day, the little brother of a simple-minded circus strongman is captured - and the strongman teams up with a little girl, a street-savy member of a group of street urchins, to try to get him back. The story is further muddled by the presence of a cult of "cyclops" in town that do the dirty work of the mad scientit for him, the threat of greedy conjoined sisters that run the gang the little girl is part of, and the strange entourage of the mad scientist himself (six identical brothers acting like children, a dwarf-wife, and a sentient, talking brain in a jar).

This movie truly feels like a dream - like one of those dark, strange dreams that never fully go into a nightmare while still walking at the edge, and the story, no matter how feverish it can get, still keeps certain cohesive elements to maintain its flow of sinister wonders (such as the theme of family, heavily explored). The movie never goes into actual magic - we are more into a proto-steampunk world crossed with the mad science of Gothic literature and horror movies - but its oniric, bizarre and borderline surreal treatment of the subject did earn this movie the classification of "science-fantasy" and "dark fantasy", as mythological, folkloric and fantasy archetypes can be clearly seen throughout the science-fiction setting (the "cyclops" for example, or the very idea of "a creepy old man stealing children's dreams").

Heck - this movie was one of the prime inspirations behind "Little Nightmares"!

And finally, I cheat a little here, but I had to include it: Disney's Hocus Pocus. This is a classic of Halloween movies, a fun but dark horror-comedy for teens, (well rather like a full comedy but with elements that make it horrific here and there), campy in all the good ways, and with the greatest trio of witches ever depicted on stage since Shakespeare's Weird Sisters.

Now, the movie itself is not very much fairytale like. It is a Halloween comedy, an urban-fantasy story for teenagers, drawing upon the myth of the witch and the legends surrounding witchcraft. However, precisely because the movie explores the figure of the witch, there are several fairytale references here and there. While the Sanderson sisters were mostly build out of the Christian myth of the witch (using human-skin bound grimoires, having sold their souls to the devil, tied to black cats, summoning ghouls out of graves, hate salt...), there are also several parts of their characters tied to fairytale witches. Hansel and Gretel is the most obvious one - they are child-eating witches living into the woods who lure children to their home before "devouring" them (in souls if not body) - but Snow-White is also among the references (a very vain witch who is obsessed with staying the fairest/youngest and kills children to do so?). And of course, there's all the fairytale-witches tropes ranging from "turning people into animals" (here a cat rather than a frog) to the use of the number three.

Oh yes, and let's not forget the specific use of an oven...

#spooky season fairytales #spooky season #dark fairytales #fairytale movies #over the garden wall #pan's labyrinth #legend #hocus pocus #the city of lost children #coraline #fairytale fantasy

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caesarflickermans · 6 months

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Twenty Questions: Fic Author Edition

tagged by the lovely @thesweetnessofspring and @bodyelectric77 (my heart is warm for uuu <3)

1-How many works do you have on ao3?

Two (+ a deleted one)

2-What's your total AO3 word count?

89,860

3-What fandoms do you write for?

THG. I’ve been writing in it for ten years (RP before fic), and I much rather go into publishing before I move to any other fanfiction tbh.

4-What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

She smelled like white roses

Burning bright in the city of the night

5-Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Absolutely! I try to, at least! Sometimes I get so excited about a comment that I’ll leave it in my inbox for a few days just to get excited again. Especially with my first fic that is very niche in this fandom, I get insanely happy about the fact that people are interested in it enough that they comment on it.

6-What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

This is hard, as I’ve only really written two works. Burning bright comes the closest, even if the final sentence is more a relief than anything, but it is mysterious throughout. Depending on who readers think the stranger outside is, the entire story can either be very angsty or not angsty at all.

7-What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

SSLWR is technically not finished as it has a second longfic coming up, but it ends on a very happy note. I’ve had THE urge™ throughout the fic and even while planning to kill Virgilia off as a repeated circle notion, but it’s breaking the circle that is so vital. Even if she has succeeded in finding out the truth about the past wife (a mystery from the first chapter onward!), educated herself about our past, and found actual love that exists/is not a fairytale, it’s still not a character journey over. If anything, characters—and on a meta level people—like her deserve a happy ending. Even if just to show that there’s the chance to do a 180, no matter the situation. (Doesn’t mean the horrors aren’t awaiting her though 😊)

8-Do you get hate on fics?

No, and I’m kinda? Surprised lol? Like maybe it’s just that niche that you’d only click on it if you are at least semi-interested, but with the heavy subject matter I had expected some people being very critical of the content—the whole debate what belongs and doesn’t belong in (fan)fiction.

9-Do you write smut? If so what kind?

Sort of? SSLWR included a smut scene in ‘Queenside’. It was very flowery, though. So, yes, but it’s not a very descriptive scene. I wanted to stay true to V’s character and focus more-so on the emotional inner thoughts and meaning of having this moment. That said, of course this isn't the last time they will do it, especially with the next longfic including more romantic couplings, but I don't see the purpose of writing them out. The before and after seems much more important, so if I end up wanting to write it again, it will be similar to the first moment in what it did and did not mention.

10-Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

Not in fanfiction, but I’ve done a lot of AUs for Caesar and Virgilia in RP context. Caesar has really been in any kind of popular media from the past decade to roleplay with people’s characters there. He’s been a Tyrell in ASOIAF, and he’s been a former show host in TLOU-like verses. My most used one is a modern AU where he lives in NYC as a late night host. As for Virgilia, it’s been much fewer and I don’t really set her in other media anymore. But she has several modern verses, among those one where she grew up in a FLDS-like cult and escaped eventually.

11-Have you ever had a fic stolen?

12-Have you ever had a fic translated?

13-Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

14-What's your all-time favorite ship?

I don’t really do ships outside of the ones I have; which are Caesar/Cinna, Cressida/Fulvia, and Virgilia/Plutarch. I also have two ships with my rp partner, @beedelia. The first is Caesar/Bedelia Du Maurier from H.annibal, and the second is the sole victor I'm shipping Caesar with; a middle aged victor from 7 who lost his eyesight in the arena.

15-What's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

I only have one more WIP planned and it’s going to take some time, but I have confidence in it being finished. I do have some loose ideas about writing some one shots that detail more on tertiary characters, such as Paylor, but it’s nothing more than an idea. Would be in the same style as Tigris' one shot, so it's more a "once I really start, I don't think it will be abandoned".

16-What are your writing strengths?

I think I’m a good character writer. It’s a given coming from RP, but I think I can breathe life into the characters I write, and give them good story arcs. With Virgilia especially, I’m always baffled that people say they like her character or liked her journey, so I’d say that’s working quite well for me writing wise.

17-What are your writing weaknesses?

That I take a long time and overthink everything. I want my first draft to be really good, so I cannot settle for okay. I rewrite sentence and am generally slow because I want what’s coming out on the blank screen to be good. It doesn’t help that—obviously—I’m no native speaker, so my sentence structure or vocabulary is never going to be the best; I feel like both are fairly repetitive. I do try to use Merriam Webster a lot to spice it up, but it can only help so much. I’m also not sure how I’m doing pacing wise. Coming from RP, I was used a lot more to, say, 200-500 word replies where I was writing short scenes with someone else. Pacing was never a question here. But I feel like I’ve improved on this ever since I started writing longer stories.

18-Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

It doesn’t happen in Panem, anyhow. As @bodyelectric77 has said, some headcanon that Spanish is spoken in District 4, but I don’t believe that the fascist government would want to keep any other language than English in its country, because it makes surveillance so much harder. But for a more general approach: I find it unnecessary. If the character doesn’t speak the language, then it’s essentially just a blank for them. Why should they know what the other is saying? If they do speak that language, then don’t build on the reader being able to speak it (or being bothered to look it up. Why do I need google translate for a fic, grr!). Just give me indirect dialogue then (“He said XYZ in Spanish”).

19-First fandom you wrote for?

Harry Potter back when I was 12 or so. Both in RP and fanfiction.

20-Favorite fic you've ever written?

She smelled like white roses. It’s my passion project. Though I’ve got a feeling that Birds of the Capitol (current WIP) is going to be my magnum opus in a way. Really encapsulating 10+ years of writing (RP/fanfiction) in this fandom. I’m excited, scared, nervous, thrilled. Everything.

Tagging: @mollywog, @lemonluvgirl, @thesmileykate, @districtunrest, @petruchio

#writing #fanfiction #huh i do need a tag for my fanfiction #marie.txt #about

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ibuprofen-exe · 7 months

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15 OC Questions

Jumping on @unmellowyellowfellow ‘s open tag, and leaving this as an open tag for whoever wants to participate. Please feel free to tag me—I would love to see your answers.

I’m going to write about Lestari because I love her.

Are you named after anyone?

“Not to my knowledge.”

2. When was the last time you cried?

”I think when I came out to my parents, so junior year of high school. I don’t cry easy, but that was an emotional ordeal.”

3. Do you have kids?

”No, but I would like to. I dream that one day I will sew for my own family instead of the families of other people.”

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

”I don’t think I do. I try not to be rude.”

5. What's the first thing you notice about people?

”Their sense of fashion. You can tell a lot about others by the way they present themselves.”

6. What's your eye color?

”I would say brown, but color is so subjective and dependent on its surroundings that its difficult to tell. My mother says that my eyes look amber in the light.”

7. Scary movies or happy endings?

”Howie has introduced me to a lot of classic horror cinema in the time we have known each other, but I do admit, I will always prefer a sappy fairytale ending.”

8. Any special talents?

”I wouldn’t consider my fashion expertise as a special talent, more like a discipline, but I guess it counts.”

9. Where were you born?

”Denver. Ironically enough, I dislike the city. It’s loud.”

10. What are your hobbies?

”I enjoy gardening and drawing. Sometimes Siren and I make a day out of going into town to take a figure drawing class.”

11. Do you have any pets?

”Unless the zucchini in my garden counts, I’m afraid not. However, I have always wanted a goldfish.”

12. What sports do you play/have you played?

”I took fencing lessons in college, but I was never any good at it.”

13. How tall are you?

”Too tall for my own comfort. It’s difficult to move through the studio sometimes.”

14. Favorite subject in school?

”Science, especially biology. I loved learning about the food web. I have always found it cyclical nature to be beautiful.”

15. Dream job?

“I guess I’m working the dream job now, performing and designing in the valley, but one day, I hope to move to the coast and open up a independent storefront.”

Thank you for reading (⁠｡⁠･⁠ω⁠･⁠｡⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠♡

#tag game answers #muhammad lestari

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Okay but like hear me out-

Cult leader!shroud 👀

But like it makes sense! The ideas of resurrection and man controlling life and death?! Come on! Twst probably has religion or whatever the equivalent is. The point js, seeing chapter 6, they probably, for the most part, don't believe in an afterlife or "paranormal equivalent."

So imagine me this.........

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A young shroud going through the countless research papers their brother had created. Going through every single one of them. Growing more and more frustrated with every single word their eyes land on.

Idia doesn't love ortho the way they did. No, no, no, not like this, not with this. He doesn't love ortho(?) Not like this. How could he replace him with..with this thing? This isn't him, no,no,no,no,no, this piece of metal will never be truly be ortho.

It has no soul, none of his "true" memories, it won't remember the things they went through together. That thing will never be ortho.

Unlike their brother, they will bring ortho back, they will bring the real ortho back and not some mockery of nature.

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I feel as if, eventually, young little shroud would leave their home, leave the underground and towards the surface. No amount of research or mechanics would ever bring a person back from the dead, not by staying here, that is. So the little shroud left STYX(?) Without letting anyone know of where they have gone. They can't know, they wouldn't understand, they could never love ortho as much as them. They don't love them either, so why would they care? They never stopped to understand what happened. They would never understand what they spoke about before the Monster got him.

And so gone they were, little shroud all alone to fend for themselves. They don't know where to begin searching to bring back their brother, but that is of no matter, it will take years and a few lives to find an answer. But along as he comes back, there is no need rush.

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There lies a young little lionette, mourning the loss of her beloved family. How many more days will it be? How many more days of war between tribes must go on? Why is this being ignored? Why do they kill each other? Why fight this pointless war? Why do they ignore this? Why does the royal family ignore the terror and horrors that occur on their land? Do they not have any love for their people!?

She cried and weeped as the Lachrymose sky began to tear as well. The young little lion cried and cried as a cloaked figure stood behind. They approached the girl slowly as possible and stopped when half a foot away and asked, "What would you give to bring them all back?"

A heart, a soul, a ring, a bird.

"Would be interested in hearing my story?"

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A lion, a heart, a ring, a bird.

A rabbit, a lion, a heart, a ring, a bird.

A fae, a rabbit, a lion, a heart, a ring, a bird.

A man, a fae, a rabbit, a lion, a heart, a ring, a bird.

A murder, an abuse, a victim, a war,

His heart, the blood ring, and the corpse of a bird.

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It has been a bit over a year, and soon will be then. When a human not known to this fairytale world, arrives in a coffin with people not of know, a sacrifice will occur, and those of once pronounced deceased, will rise and sing once more for they.

Oh, little shroud, lost into nothingness and obsession with the dead. The poor little sheep lost their way from the cruel reality. Idia never loved him, but they do, very much so. They will bring ortho back, no matter what.

And those behind them who sing a chant, they help with that very goal.

"We will save this world from all evil and purify it soon."

"Nothing is set in stone, not even death"

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Cult leader shroud, cult leader shroud-

Imagine the cult infiltrating NRC

Imagine like tho, little shroud attempting to mess with a afterlife and play god?! Like omg omg. The drama~

I had a thought and wrote it out.🙏😭😭🤌

CULT LEADER SHROUD CULT LEADER SHROUD

i love cult!shroud despising idia for making ortho? maybe they see it as a desecration(?) of his image. and they leave STYX bc there is no way they can find what they need there.

and. and is that a crossover i see? lil kingscholar becoming a part of cult!shroud's group?

ugh now we have black sheep cult au /pos. imagine they infiltrate NRC and are, like, a big bad at the school but no one knows it yet :O

#a pompk answers #black sheep #a lilalienembolia's rambles

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6, 12 and 13 !!

omg vik!! hello!! 6 - that i struggled with, but triumphed over the ending to oceans of love and millions of kisses

Even if it takes centuries, even if it takes lives—even if it ends in a different life than the one it began with; whether it is not about a sailor and a sculptor, whether it is not about two men who exchange greetings at a masquerade, whether it is about a horror from the depths and a bringer of darkness and consumer of blood—no matter what life, maybe this one time… a tale can have a truly, happily ever after. (Key detail: This may not be a fairytale, however Howard Phillips and Bram Stoker would meet again, and again, and again.)

12 - that has a particularly good bit of characterization i really like how i wrote lucy in haku; to vomit, to throw up <3

Agh, damn it! She has to socialize with them? Seriously? She’d rather this end in the best way possible, the best way possible being the rain miraculously stopping and allowing them to continue on with their day. Her long day at work did not help either, sure, she loves her job, but some of the customers need to learn manners. At least the guy buying a bouquet for his girlfriend was nice. She wishes someone bought her bouquets, but now’s not the time to reflect on how single she is, nor does she really want to. What’s the point, anyway? It sours her mood, like lemons. Why did she say lemons— you know what, nevermind. She feels sick, for a moment. It feels like she has a stomachache, but she didn’t eat anything bad today—she feels like something is in her throat, but there shouldn’t be. Subconsciously, she hugs her stomach with one arm, gritting her teeth. She wants to cough, and that phrase—butterflies in your stomach—feels like it’s coming true, but it feels more like flowers blooming in her stomach, she thinks. She hates it. Next thing she knows, she’s coughing, her vision’s sort of blurry, and she thinks they’re both looking at her now. She feels so awkward. This is awkward. If she could just stop— …Coughing.

13 - that helped me understand a character better the sky may call for you, but i'm the one who deserves you unfortunately let me get inside teen dazai's brain and i Cannot Get Out. this is a call for help

He’s brought out of his thoughts by the stranger screaming. He also screams. This is an awful combination, as Dazai scrambles backwards at the sudden scream, only screaming because he heard screaming, and the stranger almost immediately tries to get to their feet, screaming because, well, this probably was an awful time for them to open their eyes.

(my lovely beta reader called them weird love birds when they read this scene)

#ty for the ask. always a joy to see mutuals in my inbox so im politely waving to you vik #mutual tag #ask game #ask

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Announcing Ten Days of Horror, Folie à Deux’s first quarterly event! We’ll be hosting a ten-day horror fest for Hannibal and HEU creators, running from October 22nd through October 31st.

The fest is open to all creators, ships, and mediums! We have no minimum requirements and only ask that you adhere to each day's general theme. How you interpret that theme and whether or not you use our subprompts is up to you! You don’t have to create something for each day, but you’re welcome to do so if you so choose.

When you post your work, please tag us and use #HannibalHorror! The fest is also running on our twitter and discord server, and we have an Ao3 collection as well.

While the goal is to post your fill on the day for which it was created, you're welcome to post late fills at any time.

You can find each day’s information and unabridged prompts below!

Day 1 (10/22): Creature Feature Calling all monster lovers! today we celebrate them all – from reanimated corpses to undiscovered species, there’s a little something for everyone.

things that go bump in the night / the monster under the bed / transformation / vampires & werewolves / trapped with the monster / an imaginary friend / the living dead / a cold, wet hand / doppelgänger / the glint of inhuman eyes

Day 2 (10/23): Bathed in Blood It would be remiss not to pay tribute to the grosser, gorier side of horror, so today is all about the blood and guts! Splatterpunk, torture, graphic violence... show us your nastiest creations!

torture porn / body horror / uncanny valley / mutilation / a slow and sickening mutation / parasites / medical horror / blood & gore / revenge / an excess of bodily fluids

Day 3 (10/24): The Twilight Zone Today’s prompts are an ode to sci-fi horror! Pay homage to classics like Frankenstein and Alien, or try out your own twist on a well-loved subgenre.

outer space / a hostile new world / technology taken too far / eldritch abominations / a parallel universe / alien species / trapped in a time loop / an unsanctioned experiment / something beneath the ice / mother nature’s revenge

Day 4 (10/25): Born This Way Today we honor the human monsters, which are sometimes the scariest of them all. Killer horror, psychological horror, slashers... Show us something horrifying and all too real.

cults / the final girl / the dark side of the human psyche / institutional horror / descending into insanity / governments & corporations / abuse of power / obsession / indoctrination / hierarchies of oppression / paranoia

Day 5 (10/26): Instruments of Torture Today’s theme honors the many weapons, torture devices, and other horrific implements spanning the horror genre!

nail bat / an improvised weapon / chainsaw / crucifix / wooden stake / shards of glass / a bloody kitchen knife / needle / meathook / whip

Day 6 (10/27): Welcome to the Funhouse Today’s theme centers around the funnier and more absurd side of horror! Comedy horror, camp, black comedy – the opportunities are endless.

splatstick / absurd phobia / parody / the horror-movie stoner / ridiculous deaths / accidental transformation / black comedy cannibalism / bumbling slasher / fuck and die / a lack of self preservation

Day 7 (10/28): Once Upon a Time Today’s theme is Dark fantasy! Bring out your Grimms-style fairytales, mythical creatures, or just a touch of magic.

fairytale gone wrong / the gods are not kind / a darker timeline / black magic / the chosen one / evil overlord / a sumptuous feast / necromancy / cursed kingdoms / forsaken

Day 8 (10/29): Occult Activity Today’s theme is all about supernatural horror! show us your paranormal investigators, your exorcisms, your folk horror AUs or characters with psychic powers.

possession / the old gods / ghosts & hauntings / an accidental summoning / cursed object / an unconventional priest / sacrifice / dreams bleeding into reality / psychic powers / the veil between the worlds

Day 9 (10/30): A Dark & Stormy Night Today’s prompts center around the impact of setting. Whether atmospheric horror, gothic horror, ecological horror, or another genre, location matters!

snowed in / sun-drenched horror / gothic horror / the purgatory of white picket fences / a house with a history / an unexplored cavern / the bottom of the sea / a town you can’t seem to leave / a condemned building / apocalyptic horror

Day 10 (10/31): Insatiable Appetites Today is all about erotic and sensual horror. Blur the line between fear and desire, arousal and repulsion, or show us flat-out sexual horror.

the sensuality of violence / oviposition / teratophilia / tentacles / succubus/incubus / wound fucking / the need to consume / hunger / traumatic insemination

#hannibal #heu #hannibal fanart #hannibal fanfiction #hannibalhorror #server challenge

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3 months after being taken

her hand shook as it held the pen, her eyes lifting to look at her closed and locked door before swivelling to the camera in the corner. biting her lip she scooted up the bed, raising her knees and using them as a desk before she started writing.

"hey baby girl, you'll be a year old in a month, and I can hardly believe it. i know you probably won't ever believe me but I wanted to see your first birthday, watch you smash vanilla cake in your cute chubby face, hear you laugh and giggle when your daddy picked you up. i didn't want to leave baby girl, i know no matter what you're gonna have the best birthday ever. I'm sorry i won't be there to see you go through this milestone, and while I'm not there physically i am mentally, i won't forget. I'll light a candle for you. and i know you probably don't understand why I'm not there, that you probably miss me, but momma's trying to save you from the same fate i went through. i will protect you, and I've come to accept that where i am right now that's the best thing i can do. you have been the best thing that ever happened to me." she sniffled, wiping her cheeks as tears rolled down them, leaning back and biting her lip. things had been hard for a long time with fia, she'd struggled a lot, she knew she had, she hadn't always been the best mom, but she'd done her very best. she was still struggling with everything, and the fact that she had to hide all of it just made it all the harder. "i know that your daddy has probably talked to you about me, but if he hasn't don't blame him too much, you know? he's doing his best to look after his family, he's always done that. you are in the best place i could hope for, and i just wish i was there with you."

6 months after being taken

verity was nursing the bruise with a glass of scotch sitting beside her before her eyes slid to her desk. she wrote fia every week as a sort of ritual these days, but today she felt drained, tired, worn down. her eyes closed as she took another sip of her drink, her hands shaking. she didn't know if she could do this, it was all so much worse that she had remembered. maybe it was the distance of time that helped soften the edges of cruelty and lack of empathy she encountered, a way to stay sane after having survived it. she had to get back in her mothers good graces sooner or later and then maybe she'd stop being put on the floor. maybe that would be enough. laying her head down on her desk she cried silently, her shoulders still. any sign of weakness and her mother would hold it against her. she needed a break, and tonight had been anything but that. rising a little unsteadily from her vanity she picked her way across her clothes strewn room to her bed before digging out the journal. she had no privacy anymore, at least before she'd been able to hide in her bedroom but now there was an extremely visible camera, and more that she likely couldn't see. still.... she pulled out the fairytale book she'd hollowed out, the letters inside it before setting her drink on the night table beside her.

"hey you, i've been too scared to write you I think...... i know you don't understand, and why would you? i never told you exactly what my life was before I was gone. i never wanted you to know, or look at me differently, I didn't want to see the pity in your eyes. i wanted you to be my sanctuary and maybe I made it so that that was too true. you didn't know, and you didn't understand the fear and horror I felt when I looked down at our little girl and was so scared that i'd ruin her. i didn't hold that against you, but I was failing you, and fia, and myself. i wanted to be the best wife I could be, and yea.... we were young, oh so young to have a little girl, but I wanted to be your fairytale dream girl, so fun and bright and bubbly while I raised our child and instead of I was dark and full of nightmares. i felt lost, like I wasn't myself anymore --- the self i'd found with you --- and that you couldn't see that, that you didn't care and I was jealous of both fia's relationship with you and your relationship and dedication to her. i wouldn't have wanted it any other way, but everything seemed to come so effortlessly to you, and I was just ruining everything. i didn't leave, I was taken and maybe that's how I should start this, explaining my life and who I am and what I was made to be. because that's what I am, a construct of my mothers wishes, her desire for power, and the way she thought she could get it. she had me simply because she wanted someone that could replicate her life but do it better, I was trained the same way she was, I was made to be her mirror image, except I was a little broken, a little crooked, not the perfect daughter she wanted. she started grooming when I was 7, and it just progressed from there. when we found each other I was running from her, I know you never pried and I appreciated that, but..... my life was a living horror show of both hating my mother and loving her endlessly and hoping for her approval. she took me, and she didn't know about you and fia and..... i don't think I can come back until shes gone, it's too dangerous. she'd see fia as another chance to make the perfect daughter and I can't allow that. i hope that one day, if you ever get this, you'll forgive me because i don't know if i can forgive myself. i love you. i love fia. i loved our family and maybe you really are better off without the taint of me in your life."

@thewholecrew

#✦ — • rel: fia & ver • verity williams •#✦ — • rel: nate & ver • verity williams •#✦ — • thewholecrew • nate •#✦ — • finley & fia • nate & ver •

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The spooky season may *technically* be over, but we here at HP Fear Fest HQ refuse to pass on to the other side just yet. We're like that super discounted, leftover bag of candy that got lost behind all the winter holiday decorations at the supermarket. Terrifying.

Find the 31 Days of Fear Fest Masterlist below the cut! Thank you and congratulations to everyone who created something for this year's challenge, you've ensured that we will be sleeping with the lights on for the foreseeable future...😱

If you created something for the fest and don't see it listed here, send us an ask or a message and let us know asap!

Until next year, you little gremlins! We'll be watching you 👀 -The HPFF Mods 👻

Daily:

🎃 Day 1: Body Snatchers–Heart

👻 Replaced by @moonstruckwytch [Drarry | 100 | T] 👻 it was the only way to save him by @cavendishbutterfly [Drarry | 50 | T] cw: mild body horror, open ending 👻 reverse psychology by @vivantesopales [Tomarry | 364 | G] 👻 [ART and Drabble] Heart by @xgardensinspace [Neville/Ron | 97 | T] cw: blood and gore

🎃 Day 2: They Never Suspected a Thing–Trapped

👻 He Did It by @moonstruckwytch [Drarry | 100 | T]

🎃 Day 3: From the Deep–Buried

👻 Restoration by @chamomileteafuel [Drarry | 240 | M] cw: implied necromancy, character death, illness, gore, grief 👻 Drowning by @moonstruckwytch [Drarry | 100 | M] cw: MCD

🎃 Day 4: The–Changeling Soul

👻 Hissing by @moonstruckwytch [Drarry | 100 | T] 👻 outside over there by @chamomileteafuel [Drarry | 430 | M] cw: implied miscarriages 👻 rené by @vivantesopales [Tomarry | 392 | T] cw: blood

🎃 Day 5: Ghost Story–Haunt

👻 still life by @cavendishbutterfly [Drarry | 50 | T] cw: ghosts 👻 Hide and Seek by @moonstruckwytch [Drarry | 100 | M] cw: MCD 👻 A Ghost's Funeral by @lumosatnight [Cedric/Fred, G, 1.1k]

🎃 Day 6: Cursed Artifact–Possession

👻 Tethered by @moonstruckwytch [Drarry | 100 | T] cw: illness

🎃 Day 7: There’s Something in the Attic–Scream

👻 Inheritance by @moonstruckwytch [Drarry | 100 | T] 👻 Bury the Sound by @vivantesopales [Tomarry | 303 | T] cw: distorted reality, self-imposed isolation

🎃 Day 9: It Was a Dark and Stormy Night–Cold

👻 Outage by @moonstruckwytch [Drarry | 100 | T]

🎃 Day 10: The Shivers–Agony

👻 Orion’s Will by @phoebe-delia [Drarry | 353 | M] cw: mcd, illness, curse, grief, unhappy ending

🎃 Day 11: Don’t Look Behind You–Rot

👻 the new generation by @cavendishbutterfly [Drarry | 50 | T]

🎃 Day 14: A Seance–Silence

[ART] by @xgardensinspace [Ginny] cw: body modification, injury

🎃 Day 15: Cult Activity–Poison

👻 A Seaside Picnic by Slashaholic666 [Sirius/Severus | 1.7k | G]

🎃 Day 16: Disembodied Voices–Hidden

👻 The Manor by @kittycargo [Drarry | 1.2k | T]

🎃 Day 17: Blood Suckers–Hunt

👻 undone by @moonstruckwytch [Drarry | 100 | T] 👻 prey by @dracopetal [Gen | 799 | M] cw: blood and violence cw: dismemberment 👻 [ART] by @xgardensinspace [Ron/Neville] cw: blood and gore

🎃 Day 19: Dark Fairytale–Forest

👻 The Three Ravens by Sniper_Jade [NottPott | 9.4k | E] 👻 no stranger by @vivantesopales [Tomarry | 614 | M] cw: MCD, semi-graphic description of death by hanging 👻 [ART] Fairy Kings by @necromanticnoir [M] 👻 The Chase by slashaholic666 [Sirius/Severus | 1.8k | E] cw: rape/non-con

🎃 Day 20: B-Movie–Omen

👻 Deathly Design by slashaholic666 [Severus & Sirius pre-slash | 5k | T]

🎃 Day 22: Legend Has It–Harvest

👻 The Corpse Spouse by slashaholic666 [Lily/Severus, Sirius/Severus | 200 | G]

🎃 Day 23: Blood Magic–Family

👻 A Drop Will Do by slashaholic666 [Sirius/Severus | G | 986] cw: forced bonding

🎃 Day 24: Don’t Let It In–Nightmare

👻 Don't Let It In by brit_girl/@drarrysworlds [Gen | M | 8k] cw: torture, blood, posession

🎃 Day 25: Feed the Beast–Hunger

👻 Loveliest by @vivantesopales [Tomarry | 182 | M] cw: blood rituals

🎃 Day 28: Necromancy–Undead

👻 Bait by slashaholic666 [Severus/Sirius/Regulus | G | 516] cw: zombie 👻 Matter of by @vivantesopales [Tomarry | T | 100] 👻 Death and Undeath by @lumosatnight [Fred/George | 3.1k | E] cw: MCD, incest, sibling incest, necromancy, necrophilia, graphic description of corpses, human sacrifice, poison, kidnapping, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat

🎃 Day 29: I Know What You Did–Curse

👻 as if i'll ever know how by @vivantesopales [Tomarry | T | 100] cw: unhealthy relationship, codependency, mind-kidnapping

🎃 Day 31: The Darkness Answers Back–Alone

👻 Strays of the Night by Belladonnalee [Albus Severus/James Sirius | 3.8k | M] cw: incest, sibling incest, mentions of blood

🎃 Ongoing:

👻 In the Garden of Shadows by @alexandra-emerson tumblr ao3 [75.4 k | M] Prompt(s): Doppelganger–stranger Ship(s): Dramione Warnings: violence, dark themes, and sex Summary: When Draco was a boy, he tried to catch the sun. He lined a basket with small mirrors and praised his cleverness as he watched the light dancing in the trap he’d made. Then, the sun set, and the night stole his prize. He tried again and again, but never managed to hold the light for longer than a day. Sometimes he feared it was the same with him and Hermione. That it was just a matter of time before the sun set for them, leaving him in a world of shadows. That he'd be stuck weeding a field of endlessly growing dark thoughts until they finally overtook him. A story about running from the past, and what happens when it catches up…

👻 the echo of an axe by luminae [19.7 k | M] Prompt(s): Chapters correspond to the daily prompts Ship(s): Drarry Warnings: Dubcon, Memory Loss, Minor Character Death Summary: Draco gets attacked on his way home. He doesn't remember much, but it was scary and he desperately needs it to happen again.

🎃 Completed:

👻 you'll have to take the long way down by @theheadgirl tumblr ao3 [22,4k | T] Prompt(s): Chapters correspond to the daily prompts Ship(s): Percy Weasley/Oliver Wood, Percy Weasley/Original Female Character(s), Audrey Weasley/Percy Weasley, Audrey Weasley/Percy Weasley/Oliver Wood Warnings: self-harm, claustrophobia, murder, injury, blood, torture (check for more tags!) Summary: 31 days of fear, as experienced by Percy, Oliver, and Audrey. New prompts posted daily. Tags are for the whole work. Please be mindful of triggers. I tried to tag as much as I could but, fun fact, AO3 limits you to 75.

👻 Wormwood by @ghaniblue tumblr ao3 [13.6k | M] Prompt(s): Chapters correspond to the daily prompts Ship(s): Gen Warnings: psychological horror (check for more tags!) Summary: [...] and a great star fell from heaven, blazing like a torch, and it fell on a third of the rivers and on the springs of water. The name of the star is Wormwood. A third of the waters became wormwood, and many died from the water, because it was made bitter. (Rev 8:10–11) or, the life and death of Regulus Black.

#hp fearfest #hpfearfest2022 #31 days of fear fest #hp fanfiction #hp fanart #hp horror #horror fiction #horror

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lleldey · 1 year

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May I just say what the hell is wrong with men? Like a genuine question. They have been testing my patience harddd for the last two months, and I’m just like— ✋🏼

This is prob a rant, but geez I need to get this shit out of my system. Today, a lovely day, intended to have a chill day, as yesterday I passed an exam in uni (which I’m very happy abt) for what I was having countless all-nighters; but my housemate was begging me to join her for some sort of party/friend gathering her co-worker invited her to.

Usually I decline. Not a fan of parties, even more so with people I don’t even know. But for the first time ever she was begging me to come, and I caved in when she said that people there are going to be on the older side and she feels uncomfortable going alone.

❗️First red flag, we arrive and we’re the only ones there. Def should’ve turned around at that point 🥲 That’s some serial killer move - saying there’s loads of people but turns out she’s the only one invited. In a small space. With a 40+ year old man. She’s in her early twenties.

Then he says some very rude and inappropriate remarks abt her ass, how she’s brainless for working where she works, her music taste and so on.

Then homie starts flexing his ‘open lifestyle’ - in other words how he has used every possible hard drug all his life. Which is fine, but a bit concerning especially after saying how his brain doesn’t work the same way it used to.

Then fairytales come in; suddenly he’s been in a relationship with a married billionaire woman, who’s husband tried to kill him and she basically paid for his whole life for months 🙇🏼‍♀️ ???? What

Suddenly he has been a professional basketball player with a big ass contract till he decided to move to another country?? What?? He literally works in a factory

Then he keeps spitting how awful are people who marry, as that shouldn’t define a relationship (which I agree to), but then some bs comes in as he first said he has never been married, then he has, then his ex-wife is a crazy bitch who blackmailed him. Then she’s suddenly with disabilities. Then she cheated on him and robbed him ?? What ?? (Later on the way back home my housemate said he completely bullshited everything as he said this story to her before with completely different details)

Had to listen to him bitch about his ex-wife for a good half an hour, which, dunno if anyone is still reading this, but trust me, if a man says his ex is a ‘crazy bitch’ - RUN. Trust me on this. One side is never the responsible one. And from my experience - later it turns out that the man was the crazy one.

Then homie gets pushy. Offers drinks one after the other (all refused), and then he pushes me like 6 times to smoke weed. My housemate was also like just smoke some, it’s fine. Took 2 puffs mainly for him to leave me alone, such small amount that it would do nothing. Then he started saying how much ‘I’m under it’ and what not - aha, no, all it did was make me sleepy and a bit fuzzy (still wondering whether he mixed something in it), like literally no effect.

At that point I’m sober, my housemate’s sober, but he’s having some major effects - he starts laughing like a maniac. Genuinely those laughs from horror movies. Needles to say I’m scared shitless.

He starts saying tomorrow he has to drive in town for some ‘serious business’, he mentions something about him needing to *drop it off* later somewhere. Instantly gather he’s talking about some criminal activities and try to end the conversation. He keeps pushing saying I want to know what he’ll do. I said around 10 times I don’t want to hear it. Sometimes the less you know, the better.

Start to make excuses saying I have to meet up with friends so we have to go. He insists we need to stay over, as he prepared his bedroom for us, even left some towels and he’ll stay on the couch. Yeah, not a shot. Fucking creep.

He very professionally sweetens his words and dubiously motions that I’m a bad person who manipulates him. What. Met him for the first (and last) time in my life. When I question him he does his maniacal laugh and says sarcasm. Kept going for good 10 minutes 🤨 continues saying the only bad person he has met is a dude who confessed on being a murderer and was prisoned for 11 years. What.

Aha, and this was only a fraction of those 3 awful hours. What the fuck. Ya know what’s sad - this genuinely wasn’t my worst interaction with men in the last two months alone. Don’t even want to think what could’ve happened if my housemate went alone.

That’s also the main reason why I wrote TDMOE; just wanted to feel some hope that not all men see women as mindless objects ready to follow their every command.

Yeah, this turned out to be a full-blown rant. Sorry abt this, but men have been eating my nerves alive for the past two months. Thank you if anyone actually read this.

Just a reminder to never-EVER lower your standards for any man. Trust me, it’s better to die unmarried but happy, than caged with an animal.

#yeah no #men please leave me alone

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