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flanaganfilm · 7 months

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Hi, I'm a big fan of your work. Sorry if this is a dumb question, why kill the kitties? I notice it a lot in horror in general, and it completely takes me out of the story and just makes me feel bad for the cat. I feel like I'm missing something.

Not a dumb question at all - and I knew I'd be getting some of this the moment we decided to include Poe's The Black Cat in TFOTHOU. The comments sections of the world are full of accusations that I hate cats and/or hands, and - well - neither is true. I've admittedly gotten a little flippant with my humor in the past when people have brought this up. My knee-jerk reaction is always to say something along the lines of "well, Websters defines 'horror' as..." But honestly, as far as I'm concerned, it's just not a thing.

A brief history of cats in my work:

HUSH - Maddie's beloved cat, "Bitch," escapes the danger of a home invader completely unharmed and is alive and well at the end of the movie. The last shot of the movie is Maddie lovingly petting the cat on the porch.

THE HAUNTING OF HILL HOUSE - Yes, a malnourished stray kitten dies within Hill House, only to be horrifically reanimated. This was done to show the horrors of Hill House, serve as a warning to the family, and foreshadow the deaths of several human beings (who would meet more horrible fates) later. Hill House is an evil place, and it killed and collected all sorts of living things... there are dead humans aplenty, and also phantom dogs, which Stephen and the kids hear several times and see in episode six. I'd argue that Hill House is an equal-opportunity horror show.

DOCTOR SLEEP - Azzie the cat is a great friend to Dan Torrance. Azzie also has a "shine" of her own, and can sense when patients at the hospice are going to die, and goes into their rooms to comfort them. Azzie is never once in any danger throughout the film and, we presume, lives a long and happy life.

MIDNIGHT MASS - All of the residents of Crockett Island, which include 157 people, a huge population of stray cats, and at least one particularly sweet dog, do not fare so well in this show. But nothing against the cats - everybody dies. The arrival of a certain evil creature marks doom for literally every living thing on the island (except for two people). And yep, it started with the cats, because they were plentiful and would not alert anyone to its presence. We see its lair full of dead rats, birds, and raccoons as well, all eaten while the creature was in hiding.

THE FALL OF THE HOUSE OF USHER - we adapted The Black Cat, written by Edgar Allan Poe. If you're familiar with the Poe story, you know that it involves the horrible death of a cat, which then seems to get revenge from beyond the grave. This is Edgar Allan Poe's story - we did not write it. HOWEVER, we decided to make a huge change to Poe's story. At the end of our retelling, we reveal that Pluto the cat is alive and well (and still wearing the Gucci collar), and that the supposed violence against the cat existed entirely in the person's mind. Pluto 2 - the terrifying, supernatural replacement that stalked Leo - is not real either. It is just Verna, taking another form (hence the injury to VERNA'S eye). So in this show, not a single animal is harmed AT ALL. We did that on purpose. We decided to change Poe's classic story so that the cat lived. We went out of our way to do that. I truly don't have anything against cats. I do tell horror stories... but that's about it! I hope it doesn't make it more difficult to enjoy the story, and thank you for watching.

#the haunting of hill house #midnight mass #doctor sleep #the fall of the house of usher #cats

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jadedwolf18-blog · 1 year

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Mini Phantom Invasion.

Hi, I plan for this to be a series of inter connected one shots based on some of my favorite prompts. I’m a huge Tim Drake/Red Robin x Danny phantom shipper, so for now most of my fics will feature them. Once I’ve end this series, I’ll try branching out to other relationships Danny could have with the bats.

I can’t remember where I got all of them but I’ll try to tag as I find them. If anyone notices a prompt or plot they’ve seen please let me know or tag the person it came from. I’m knew to posting on Tumblr so I’m still getting used to how to tag and insert links. Thank you.

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Chapter 1

Danny was not having a good day. He’d had a fight with his parents about ghost hunting, stating clearly that he had no interest in their bias views on an entire species based on one encounter when they were young. It had escalated to the point where they blamed his lack of interest on the fact that he was spending to much time with his sister and his female friends.

He’d had enough! He left mid argument and was contemplating just packing up and moving into the Ghost Zone permanently. As he’d slammed the door he could hear his parents shouts for him to come back and once again blaming his behaviour on a ghost.

What did his sexuality have to do with ghost hunting? And what was wrong with wanting to be more feminine sometimes? He honestly didn’t understand why they found it so weird or wrong for him to swap between genders and pronouns? Jazz, Sam and Tucker accepted him as he was, they didn’t but an eye when he would randomly say ‘she’, ‘they’ or ‘him’, they just continued the conversation with the new pronoun and that was that. They understood and accepted that sometime he felt male or female or neither. He was lucky to have them.

The day just seemed to continue down hill from there. It was summer vacation so Sam was forced to spend time with her parents at some rich holiday resort, Tucker had won a spot in some sort of tech camp and Jazz was still at College working on a finals thesis and was unable to come back for the summer. He was essentially alone for the summer. He could hang out with Val but she was working a lot and he didn’t want to bother her. He still felt guilty about her dad losing his job, even if it wasn’t entirely his fault.

*****

After leaving the house he’d found a place to transform and let the cool rings of light soothe him and took off into the sky. After finding out they could survive in space it became their favourite way to relax, they’d spend ours exploring space, even hang out on the moon. Thank you high speed and portal powers. Their Phantom form had changed in the last two years. People could no longer tell if they were male or female and he looked less human now. Thankfully, they looked nothing like their alternate future self. When their legs melded together their ghostly tail looked more eel like and their ears were longer and thiner, resembling delicate fins. Jazz and their friends had joked about how the acted like cat ears. Lastly their face was now a pale mint color, almost white and translucent, his eyes were still the same luminous ecto-green with deep blue pupils. The only similarity to Dan, that they could see, were the fangs and longer hair both of which were also present in their human form.

*****

They had been flying around Amity, a somewhat lazy patrol of his claimed haunt, it was a calm night. Ever since they had defeated Pariah Dark the other ghost had calmed down and came to Amity less frequently. A few still came to bug them, namely Skulker, Ember, Johny and Kitty. Young Blood and Boxy more frequently than the others and of course Cujo came by often. Their visits were more to do with fulfilling their obsessions than anything else. Danny’s obsession was Space but so was Protection. They needed to fulfil both to some extent or suffer from a form of ghost hunger. It was a win win situation even if they did go back… home? Was it really still a home?

Before they could go down that dark spiral again their instincts took over and they narrowly dodged a bright green shot that had been aimed at their head. Whirling around and flying higher out of range they looked at their attacker and just stared.

“of course it’s them.” They muttered. Before repeating it with more venom than they thought they were capable of. Which was shocking because not even Vlad had receive as much hatred in the entirety of the time they’ve known him than in that split second they felt it towards their own parents. “Of fucking course it’s them!”

They blink away the shock of such an intense emotion and huffed. Not even bothering to acknowledge them they turned around to leave. That had been a mistake. They’d barely made it a few paces before pain bloomed across their back as an Eco-blast shredded the fins on their lower back and bit deep into their flesh. They bit back a cry of shock as they felt themselves plummet from the sky. It took a moment but they gathered enough concentration to open a portal. He didn’t care where they ended up as their only thought was ‘Somewhere safe.’

They fell through and just before they lost consciousness, they heard their parents yell after him.

“Get back here you ghost scum, so we can rip you apart molecule by molecule!”

“We won’t forgive you for corrupting our Danny!”

‘Of course… It’s always Phantoms fault…’ Danny’s world turned black as he continued to fall. Maybe when they opened their eyes again all of it would have been a dream.

*****

Somewhere in the infinite green a Grandfather clock chimed. A screen flickered. Time flowed on.

“All is as it should be.”

Chapter 2

(I'm Not A Cynic Song by Alec Benjamin)

Danny pulled their little floating ducks out of their personal pocket dimension and set them to gently drift in the hot spring. They had found it while wandering the forest. Their lower back still ached and they were a little worried about how it hadn’t healed completely yet.

*****

They didn’t know where they were or how long they had been in this dimension but they were safe and alone for the time being. When they’d woken up, the first thing they did was try to figure out where they were. thankfully no-one had discovered them, tucked away in the underbrush of the forest they had landed in. They’d let invisibility wash over them and flew high enough to get a view of the land. They recognised asian architecture and flew in the direction they had spotted a small farming village. With a closer look they determined they had landed in some version of Japan. Instinctually they knew they were not in their home dimension. Everything, even the air and feel of the atmosphere felt slightly shifted to the left. It was like that feeling of entering a hotel room, they were all essentially the same but there were the little details that told you it was a different hotel.

*****

Brushing the thought, and everything associated with the reason they were injured and alone in a foreign dimension, aside. They coiled their tail in the centre of the spring and sank down until their lower back was submerged in the healing warmth of the spring. Closing their eyes in content they began to hum. Their eyes shot open when they felt a gentle nudge against his arm but smiled gently at the little wisp as it bobbed and drifted in the breeze. They continued to hum and watched in amusement as more joined the first. The little orbs of light ranged in color from soft pale blues to vibrant greens and warm reds, oranges and yellows.

They lost themselves in their song as they twirled in and played with the water, creating little floating ice crystals that caused mist to form around them as hot and cold air danced around each other. Humming soon gave way to words as they swayed to the rhythm only they could hear.

“I'm just bein' realistic, bein' honest with myself

I've tried bein' optimistic but it doesn't seem to help

So I'll just have to admit this is the hand that I've been dealt

I'm not bein' pessimistic, just bein' honest with myself”

They were thankful to Pandora, who had taught them to sing in an effort to train his ghostly wail, for realising he was taking on the form and habits of a triton.

“I'm not a cynic, oh, today's just not my day

I've tried to spin it 'bout a thousand different ways

But from every angle, oh, the outlook is the same

I swear that I'm not a cynic, my glass just has no water in it today”

They poured all the hurt, betrayal, anger and loneliness into their voice, allowing them to release it all in a more melodic call than his previous wail. That, as pandora explained, had been an unhealthy burst of emotion and they were lucky they hadn’t blown out their vocal cords the last few times they used it.

“I swear that I'm not a cynic, my glass just has no water in it”

Through their practice they found they could influence emotions but not out right control them. They were glad, influencing them was bad enough, he didn’t want to manipulate anyone. They didn’t want to spend their life wondering if the people around them truly cared or if they had somehow manipulated them into caring. They may me a budding empath but they still struggled to tell the difference between a sincere emotion and a projected emotion.

“You only get that which you're given, it's not always up to you

Not every Sunday is a picnic 'cause the sky ain't always blue

You can't just change the weather by changing your point of view

Some days you have to wait until the storm just passes through”

Danny’s voice grew louder as their emotions poured out into the lyrics. They knew they still had their friend, their sister, Elle and everyone in the Infinite Realm. They were also the Half Ghost son of ghost hunters and scientist with a heavy bias against Ecto-entities. They will be the rulers of an entire realm in only a few short years.

“I'm not a cynic, oh, today's just not my day

I've tried to spin it 'bout a thousand different ways

But from every angle, oh, the outlook is the same

I swear that I'm not a cynic, my glass just has no water in it today”

They gave a bitter sweet smile as they watched the wisps duck and weave between the ice crystals. They looked around for their ducks and their smile turned a little more sad as they waved their hand and the little ducks joined the dancing lights and crystals. Each one was modelled after his favourite comic book vigilante. They’d had to save them from the dump truck once, they’d been looking for them when he’d asked his parents, their father had made an off hand comment about how he should throw out old toys and they’d panicked. They’d manage to find and save them all just before the truck arrived.

“So like a boat on the ocean, I'll rock with the waves

God, I'm so sick of this notion that I have to fake

Fake my emotions and pretend I'm okay

So like a boat on the ocean, I'll just rock with the waves”

Jazz had bought them for them, after they had told her about being gender fluid and pan, they were probably one of their most treasured possessions. Jazz had gone on a whole spiel about how it’s important that she show support and provide a safe and understanding environment. They hadn’t been listening, they’d been crying. To caught up in their overflowing emotions and happiness. It lasted a day, their parents had been less than understanding, with their passive-aggressive comments and actions.

“I'm not a cynic, oh, today's just not my day

I've tried to spin it 'bout a thousand different ways

But from every angle, oh, the outlook is the same

I swear that I'm not a cynic, my glass just has no water in it today”

Their frown returned. They had shot them, that in itself wasn’t unusual, as Phantom. Isn’t that a sad thought. What was was that there had been no prior warning. It was a sniper shot, from their mother. Only their heightened hearing and instinct had saved them from ending up dead dead instead of a Halfa. That bothered him

“I swear that I'm not a cynic, my glass just has no water in it today”

They returned to humming the last notes of their song as the dunked under the water to rinse off. They popped back up and gathered their ducks, floated up out of the spring and laughed as the wisps twirled around him. They landed on the ground, allowing their legs to form and walked off into the forest, dancing lights trailing after them. Completely unaware of their watchers.

*****

The shadows slunk away to report their findings. While two birds hesitantly returned to their temporary nest, One worried and wanting to help the being that reminded him so much of his younger siblings. The other having felt a connection to a being that had shared similar experiences, someone they wanted to help and if they wanted to end the beings loneliness… that was no one’s business but their own. Both slept little that night, both determined to find the being again and offer what they could to help.

*****

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fruitsoxs · 10 months

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hi socks just wanna let u know i have been thinking about those vashwood as roommates headcanons and i always come back to it cz it’s somehow??? so comforting??? 10/10 chef’s kiss thank u!

it's honestly my comfort au-- so here's a part two ! (here's part one)

Having Vash and Wolfwood as roommates would include(part two);;

warnings;; I included some nsfw headcanons this time. they're at the end and have a warning. This also has a bit of fighting/angst that ends in fluff notes: i have a couple of fics in the work for this au. let me know if there any big moments you would like to see written out into a full fic! (also possibly a knives spin off??)

Their jobs/majors

I kind of feel like Vash is studying in the science department. Specifically something that has to do with plant science? Botany, Environmental science, maybe even biology? I know it’s a little on the nose but I really do think it would work perfectly for him

Maybe he even opens up his own little flower shop in the future??

No matter what he has a lot of labs and he is always tired after them.

He probably has a part-time job as a barista at a little cafe on campus

No thoughts just Vash in a cute little apron

He’s a fan favorite among the college kids. They say he makes the best coffee, and he sometimes gives people little freebies when they look sad

His manager Meryl actively yells at him for it, but she doesn’t actually care that much.

He ALWAYS will give you freebies if you come in to visit him. He gets a free drink as an employee, and he’ll save it for you just in case you come in. Sometimes he’ll even take it to go and drop it off for you

Wolfwood gives huge phycology vibes. Mans had a messed up childhood and wants nothing more than to help other people through that stuff

Either that or he’s an art student. I can see that too

He takes school very seriously, but he is horrible at math. He cannot divide to save his life. He’s had to retake his math class like three times

His job? Well nobody knows and at this point everyone is too scared to ask. (He’s a security guard lol)

Whatever it is, he hates it. He comes home grumpy and needs lots of hugs and kisses.

He’ll be all pouty and pissed off, and then you’ll give him a little kiss on the cheek and a small smile will break out

Bonus; Knives is on the track to becoming a surgeon. I will die on the hill that he is going into the medical field. (he’d look so good in scrubs) and i know McDonalds knives is kind of funny, but I'm thinking he’s actually and EMT. Imagine getting hurt and having Knives be your first responder (id die on the spot)

First Date

It’s not really a date- well you don’t call it a date. Vash just walks in with a couple of free tickets to a haunted house event thing and asks if you and Wolfwood want to come

You’re like hell yeah

The drive there is like the calm before the storm. You listen to some music, seated in front with wolfwood driving. He definitely has his hand on your thigh. Vash is super excited about finally doing something that isn’t getting high and playing games

You all thought it was gonna be some dumb little spooky house. They’re never that scary. It’s just fun to see all the decorations and actors

Oh boy were you wrong

It’s so well put together. The actors are really into it, and they have amazing make up. When you’re standing in line, some clown girl walks up to Vash and you watch the regret build up on his face. The guy is already terrified

The first hallway is pitch black, and you have to rely on a feeling your way through it. Vash is mumbling about how much he hates it the entire time

Wolfwood is like “Don’t worry guys I’ll protect you.” And then proceeds to let out the loudest scream when the lights come on and there’s a girl dressed up as a ghost standing there

Soon all three of you are huddled up, holding hands, and shaking

These things should not be that scary!!!

It’s Vash who gets you kicked out

He gets so spooked that he runs into a bunch of boxes and knocks one of the fake walls down. The entire thing has to stop to fix it

You’re all banned

After that you go eat pancakes and complain about how scary it was

When things get tense

Fights can happen sometimes

None of you are perfect, and those boys have gone through some shit

Vash tends to shut himself away from you when he’s upset. He doesn’t come out of his room, and when he does he pretends like he’s fine.

He doesn’t like burdening other people with his problems.

Eventually it just starts to feel like he doesn’t trust you enough to let you in. SIt gets really bad when he tells you to go away one day, and you watch Wolfwood walk into his room 30 minutes later

It doesn’t really turn into a fight. You just get sad, and even a little insecure. So, you avoid him back. Not because you’re vengeful, just because you feel hurt

A few days of the two of you not talking and Vash is in tears by your door

He begs for forgiveness and explains why he’s like this

You tell him it’s okay, but what he does really hurt you. He promises to work on it, and he does

That night the two of you make up for loss time

Wolfwood and you fight a lot more

Most of the time it’s silly little arguments that you solve pretty fast

Wolfwood is bad at communicating in general. But especially when it comes to his feelings

He has really bad days sometimes, and he can get grumpy really fast these days, and one day you really piss him off

He won’t tell you what you did though, he just gives you the cold shoulder

That pisses you off because you’d so be willing to talk it out and apologize, but he won’t tell you what you did

So you’re mad now too

Things are tense between you too, and it all comes to an end on movie night when you start arguing about what movie to watch

You want to watch one of your favorite movies from your childhood and he says that it’s a stupid movie

Things get heated fast, while Vash just disappears into the background. He that the two of you need to workout your problems on your own (but he really wants to intervene)

When the tears start falling, Wolfwood immediately stops

He takes a breath, and the two of you sit down and just talk.

You talk ALL night about what happened, and what the two of you could have done better. In the end, you fall asleep on his chest while he plays with your hair.

You have movie night the next night to make up for it, and he puts the movie you wanted to watch in before you can even talk about it ( he ends up loving the movie and after that you two watch it all the time)

Id have to make an entire other thing for when Vash and Wolfwood fight because it’s no fun for anyone

NSFW stuff

After the three of you finally get past the awkward stages and start fucking, you find out these two are…horny

They’ll grab you and go to town any time

They really like to share you, but there’s no jealousy in the relationship so it’s okay for one on one time as well!

Wolfwood will pull you into steamy make out sessions whenever. He’ll do it out of nowhere. I imagine he just really likes you, and can’t get enough

He’s very handsy. He’ll constantly have his hand on your hips, or your thigh, and your waist. He likes touching you

He’s the type to sneak risqué touches in public. He like watching you struggle to not let anyone else know what he’s doing

Quickies everywhere with Wolfwood

Vash is a lot more loving (not that Wolfwood isn’t loving– he probably has cried during sex)

Vash takes his time though. He wants every moment with you to be special. He likes to do stuff like rubbing your back, and peppering kisses down your shoulders. He’ll run his hand up your shirt, and kiss your neck softly. He builds up to it

He really likes shower/bath sex. It’s intimate and relaxing

He also like when you take control (i know he’s a whimperer)

He is so bad at any type of public sex though. He gets embarrassed way too easily (and i think Wolfwood has fun with that)

When the three of you do it together it’s fucking electric

#wolfwood x reader #vash x reader #nicholas d wolfwood x reader #vash the stampede x reader #vashwood x reader #wolfwood headcanons #vash headcanons

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angelsandarsenic · 2 months

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I was reading a post about how “mystery meat” in horror is always human meat. No mystery even, and it’s not scary anymore and it got me thinking about how great a horror movie would be where the main character is well aware that they’re in a horror movie but finds everything so extremely tacky and underwhelming that they simply can’t be scared.

But I don’t make movies, I write, so I thought this would be perfect for Cellbit

Imagine one dark and stormy night, Cellbit is home alone, maybe he’s trying to mess with some supernatural crap that he may or may not know is haunted. Everything is primed and ready for the beginning of a horror movie.

There are suspicious noises that he completely ignores. The house creaks, it’s no big deal. When a shadow is bearing down over his shoulder, he hardly noticed the intense feeling of dread and paranoia, nor the icy fingers tracing over his shoulders. Honestly, that’s a pretty normal experience for him. He has a Past and mental issues, he’s ignored worse. The lights flicker. Annoying, but he’ll just change the lightbulbs later.

That’s fine. The Horrors have dealt with plenty of oblivious or tough people. They know that when the Big Spook comes, he’ll still be running for the hills, crying for god and wondering if he even really saw what he just saw. Then the fun can really begin.

Except…at the height of the ritual, when doors are slamming and everything is rattling like mad and Cellbit looks up, he just…stops. And frowns. In all honesty, he looked disappointed, annoyed, and The Horrors are confused.

“Blood in my walls? Really?” He asks. “You’d better not make me clean this up.”

All at once, everything stops.

Cellbit’s brow furrows.

Then suddenly, something is thrown across the room at breakneck speed, slamming against the opposite wall.

Cellbit doesn’t even flinch. “Now that was just rude.”

He finished the ritual, but to his dismay, nothing more interesting happened. The Horrors are utterly perplexed. It- it must just be a one-off situation. If They keep trying, They’ll get him.

But They don’t. It almost become a game to Cellbit, whenever it isn’t getting in the way. Meanwhile, The Horrors are getting more and more frustrated because who is this insolent human to make fun of us?!?! They try every trope and tactic in the book, to no avail.

#Qsmp cellbit #horror movies #horror tropes #Horror au #angel writes #horror #cellbit

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nightraiderwrites · 1 year

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Déja vu

Summary: Doc's just built the world eater, and Joe processes trauma.

Tw: hefty descriptions of moon big, like super heavy unreality, and uh I think that's it. Lemme know if you need anything added.

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Joe is mining obsidian.

Now, that would not normally be a notable thing, if he wasn't mining it directly underneath approximately fifty exploding tnt. But Doc called on the HHH for help, so help he did. Joe would never turn away a Hermit in need. Never.

But he does wonder, though. He wonders why Doc would create a machine of vast destruction, considering the experience they all had. The bright, bright lights, and the deep, burning heat.

Joe supposes it's his way of coping. Destruction in a way they could control. After all, when the world ended, no one had control for what happened.

And honestly, it's probably healthier than everything else people are doing to cope.

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Sometimes, Joe dreams.

The wind pushes him backward, and he squints through his glasses. He readies another firework to launch, when he spots a flaming debris about to hit him. Joe tries rolls out of the way, but it clips his wing. The elytra shudder, and catch fire. It slowly spreads up, heating his lower back. He throws it off, letting the syrupy gravity drag him downward, like some fallen angel.

His heart gives a drumroll, to the grim realization he'll never see Cleo again, or host a HHH or do anything, really. He realizes he'll burn here, and no one will know. No one will ever find his corpse, because he stares at the giant moon looming over him, and he knows. It's going to fall, just like him, and nothing can stop it.

And as he falls, he thinks. He really didn't expect the world to end like this. There are flaming rocks right and left, and Joe hopes one of them hits him before he hits the ground; he hopes death is painless. It's so bright, Joe thinks.

Joe doesn't know why it's so scary to him. He's died before! He's the man who conquered death, for goodness sake. This is different though. It's one thing to look Death in the eye and say no, when Death is simply being mauled by a zombie, or flying too fast. It's another thing to say no when the world is falling apart, and you're falling with it.

Then he jolts awake.

Then he realizes he's in a simulation.

Then he realizes he's in his haunted house.

Then he's in the hospital wing.

Then he's in Cleo's bed, sobbing because he thought he'd never see her again and he loves her very much but in a platonic way and you know he didn't mean to leave her right oh gods Cleo I'm so sorry-

Then Cleo will hug him tight and he can feel his tears dripping on her skin, which really isn't good for rotten flesh, oh dear Cleo, I'm good now, you can let go-

Then she'll hug him tighter, cutting him off. She'll say that he's being stupid, he's clearly not ok, but they'll deal with it in the morning.

And if they fall asleep hugging each other, with Joe's glasses catching on Cleo's stitching, and her flowers growing around Joe, that's no one's business.

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Joe would say he's doing well. He would say he's coping, and he certainly doesn't need help. Joe accepts the fact he may be losing his mind, but he's pretty sure other people on the server need help more than him, so he just pushes his needs away. He likes helping the others anyway.

It is a well known fact Joe Hills is a terrible liar.

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Woah! This has been a long time coming. Since *checks dates* 12th of May! Around then, Joe was doing a HHH for Doc, removing obsidian for him that the sweepers didn't catch. He had moment in where he stopped mining and just looked up at the world eater. Did it kick this off for me? Yes! Was it buried under a couple dozen other projects until I was cleaning my notes up? Also yes!

I think most of them, in world, haven't really processed the trauma. That kind of trauma is huge, and none have them have taken a chance to go to therapy or something. This piece was about that, and also an opportunity to write Joe. He's such a character, but also like just a guy™️. I am also just a guy™️ so I sort of wrote it how I would react. Which is just shove my trauma away and focus on other things? I guess?

Anyway as always, thanks for reading. Reblogs are always appreciated, as is feedback.

I'll see you next time, folks.

#nightraider writes #writing #writers on tumblr #hermitcraft #joe hills #zombiecleo #zombie cleo

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tobiasdrake · 5 months

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Chapter Vivia! I half expect him to spend the entire chapter lounging in the fireplace, and the whole thing is just one long Spectral Projection sequence.

Y'know, I didn't anticipate that Vivia would start us out with a dissertation on his life philosophy, but I probably should have. That's on me.

Vivia is a man with one foot in the grave. He's spiritually sensitive and his Forte is astral projection, during which he may encounter the souls of the departed. He has a different relationship with mortality than the rest of us do.

This place looks fucking haunted. Are we in Silent Hill right now?

I've said it before, but Vivia would hate to be a homunculus. Never make a homunculus of this man. Why would you do that to him?

Honestly, that's on you for climbing into an elevator in what was clearly a haunted spooker building. Nobody lives here but the undea--

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Actually, I don't know if I can make that distinction in Kanai Ward.

Nobody lives here but predatory undea--

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Ghosts. I'm talking about ghosts. This is a ghost house.

Vivia's plan is to hang out until we die.

It feels weird to play as him because. Like. I wanna be like, "Hopefully the lady in red has a better plan" but 'better' by whose definition, exactly? If Vivia doesn't care about escaping then. I guess. We're fine, then?

I feel bad for red-coat lady already. Imagine being trapped in an elevator and your only company is saying shit like, "It's fine. Death is coming to get us. Be happy."

Who even are you, lady? How did we get here?

I love you, Viv, but this is not helpful.

You and me both, man. This is why protagonists are the characters I'm often most critical of. If you don't like the story's main character, it becomes that much harder to enjoy the rest of it.

Well, I guess we're both fucked, then. This elevator has nothing for us to read and no life for you to observe. Sorry you got stuck with the one man in Kanai Ward more haunted than the fucking homunculi.

Oh shit, you were a nurse? Are you familiar with a girl named Alessa Gillespie? No reason. Just the vibe I get.

I still have no idea why we're here, and especially no idea why she's here. What are the odds we're talking to a ghost right now?

I would say the value of a life differs depending on context, myself. But there is also a value difference, person to person.

For instance, would I support executing Yomi for his crimes? That depends on context. I think he should be removed from power but I support rehabilitative justice over punitive justice. Being made to live a civilian life, no better than anyone else, is better than killing him.

But if Halara had snapped his neck in the midst of the heated Peacekeepers vs. Nocturnal Agency battle during chapter four, would I be the slightest bit bothered? Nope. Fucker was trying to kill us. The consequence of violence are what they are. Once you start shooting, you don't get to complain if you get shot.

And if I had to choose between Kurumi's life and Yomi's, I wouldn't even hesitate. That is a piss-easy decision to make. Does that mean Kurumi's life has more value than Yomi's? I dunno. But it does certainly mean that I value it more. Value is, after all, ultimately subjective.

When you say you "look at people", are you talking about haunting? Do you haunt people and analyze their lives

Also, if you are a ghost, did you die before the Blank Week or were you eaten by homunculi? Can you give me a first-hand account of the homunculus massacre? I'd be super interested in that.

Well, whether you're a ghost or a homunculus, you are killing that red and black color scheme.

Oooo, Ryo. An etymological neighbor to Ryu or "Dragon". I like you already, Ghost Lady!

You can also put a -ko on it to make Ryuko or Ryoko, The -ko suffix is a popular add-on for girls' names. It literally means "child" but is generally used for female names, demonstrating in a literal sense the way femininity and childhood are conflated in Japanese culture.

It's kinda like how -ette is used in some Western names. Like Paulette or Claudette or Jeanette. Stick on -ette on the end of it and it's an unmistakably female name.

So Ryuko or Ryoko basically mean "Dragon Girl". I bet most people reasonably versed in anime can think of a Ryuko or a Ryoko that fits that bill.

But Ryo over here gets to be a grown-ass dragon woman. And possibly deceased. Good for her!

Flashback time. Hopefully now we'll get some context on how we got here. And hey, if we've met before, then that improves the odds of Ryo being alive!

#master detective archives: rain code #drake plays rain code #vivia twilight

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cinnabun-faerie · 2 years

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Obey Me! Brothers: Films/Anime they'd choose for a spooky movie night

A/N: Frightfest Day 5!

Taglist: @missnella-nova @thai

If you want to be added to the taglist for whenever I post, you can comment here on the original post !

Frightfest '22 Masterlist

Lucifer

Classic horror films would be fitting. Some like Dracula, Frankenstein or House on Haunted Hill. I daresay he'd be quite the fan of Vincent Price. He'd be fine with watching other classic horror movies.

Mammon

Nothing scary! Honestly maybe he'd wanna watch the Muppet's Haunted Mansion or Hocus Pocus with you. Or you know what, why not the It's the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown? Hell, a marathon of Scooby-Doo movies would be better then some horror movie!

Levi

If you're not binging all of the Halloween episodes in all your favorite anime, then what are you doing? You'd also be re-watching Tokyo Ghoul, Deadman Wonderland, Death Parade, Parasyte and many more if you've got time to spare!

Satan

You know, he would want to see some book to film adaptations. So expect to see a lot of Stephen King movies on his list. Classics like Carrie, the Shining, and It. Y'know, he might even give Rosemary's Baby a try. But y'know what, he wouldn't be opposed to watching Sleepy Hollow or Edward Scissorhands.

Asmo

You'd expect him to choose Interview with the Vampire, The Craft or the Rocky Horror Picture Show. And although they are definately on his list for the season, he's going to be watching the scarier movies. None with bugs though of course! Ick!

Beel

I can totally see him watching Casper with you. It's a cute/cool movie. He wouldn't even mind if Belphie came to join the two of you. Another movie that he would want to watch with you would be the Addams Family.

Belphie

Honestly Belphie would probably watch Casper with you and Beel. But at some point he'd wanna watch something a bit scarier with you. Maybe something like Scream or Final Destination for starters. But I can see him watching the Exorcist or something with you afterwards.

#frightfest 2022 #obey me otome #lucifer x reader #mammon x reader #leviathan x reader #satan x reader #asmodeus x reader #beelzebub x reader #belphagor x reader

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marvelous-mushroom-lady · 1 year

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After Sundown

A TLOU Short Fic

HEAVY FORKING SPOILERS FOR THE LAST OF US PART 1 AND 2

I’M WARNING YA!

Alternative Title: After The Thud

TW: Mentions of: violence, suicide attempts, child death, Injury, deadly injury, acts of violence, near death experience, childhood trauma. Ghosts. Angst, so much forking angst. Grief, moving on, dealing with mortality and letting your loved ones go. Let me know if any other topics should be included here that I missed.

Word count: I honestly don’t know. I’ll be updating this post as I go and reblogging every time I do.

Premise: Joel Miller is dead as a doornail. And now he’s going to find out what comes next. I took some inspiration from the way ghosts work in The Haunting of Hill House and Bly Manor (My fave depictions of ghosts honestly). Just had to get this out of my system after reaching the part in the game where Ellie is bouncing baby JJ on the truck.

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The last thing he hears is a wet thud. He remembers Ellie whimpering, though he barely saw a blur of her bruised face not far from his. He wanted to say something reassuring, tell her it’s alright. Tell her she did her best. Tell her anything really. But his lip is busted, he’s missing teeth and his tongue is swollen. And he’s so weak, waking up only to sink back to a dark pool of unconsciousness. He was close to dead before, but never like this. His body always managed to jump start before, now it was admitting defeat. He knew this was final. And all he could do was turn his head to his little girl and attempt... Well, anything. Say her name, sigh, huff. Anything, goddammit. But nothing comes out except shallow breathing. And then a sharp swing. A wet thud as he feels his skull cracking. That happened before, too. But there was always a sharp headache right after.

The pain doesn’t come. He sees mostly flashes of white, and blurry memories and visions go in and out of focus. Him and Tommy going fishing with their old man when they were little. Learning to play the guitar. Listening to Metallica in the car on the way to work, coffee cup in hand. Sarah taking her first steps towards him, big hazel eyes open in wonder and a big toothless smile on her face. She’s older now, scampering a big rock on a hike. Tommy’s laughing at her. Ellie reading from the shitty jokes book and giving him that satisfied grin. Tess is there too, in small and big moments. Nursing him to health after he got shot. Ellie again, clambering a dinosaur at the museum. Tommy sharing a beer with him back at the bar in Austin. Playing the guitar on his porch in Jackson. Ellie saying she might learn to forgive him. He suddenly remembers he shed some tears when she left. Probably one of his top 5 moments.

He blinks as another flash jolts him, almost as if waking from a dream. He’s standing in a field. The sky is bright orange over a sheep farm. It looks like Wyoming still. He even remembers passing this place by on horse with Ellie on one of their patrols. He sees a young woman in the distance, with a baby in her arms, reclining over an old truck. The baby is cooing and laughing at his mother, who bounces him up and down and singing him a silly song about a small potato. He takes a good look at the woman, and runs forward to make sure. It’s her. She’s older now. Her hair is shorter, her eyes are tired. Her skin is tanned and new freckles appeared on her cheeks. More worry lines too. But she seems happy. And she’s still a goofball, bouncing the black haired boy and chuckling. It’s been a while, Joel realizes. He starts feeling it too, like he was gone for a while and missed her. He moves a bit forward, planning on what he’s going to say. But Ellie doesn’t notice him. The baby, however, does. Points right at him and smiles, but Ellie looks through him and snuggles the boy. “Yea, that is a pretty sunset, isn’t it?”

He feels his throat catch. He doesn’t try to say anything. Ellie’s happy and safe, that’s all that matters. She gets to live and raise this kid who looks suspiciously like Jessie. (He tries not to think too hard about remembering her and Dina kissing at the winter dance and how that all makes sense. He’s not ruining this moment with overthinking.) Ellie will teach him how to play guitar, and how to hunt. Maybe even how to draw. She’ll tell him terrible jokes.

“His name is J.J.”

That voice. Joel freezes, refusing to follow it. He hasn't heard that voice in over twenty years. She sounds close enough to run to.

“She’s living with Dina now.” The voice continues, matter-of-factly. He shakes his head and slowly turns around. He notices the wind blowing, but he doesn't feel the cold air. And then he’s surrounded by his little girls. She’s still fourteen. She’s wearing the same shirt and pants, and she’s barefoot. Her honey colored locks are down. Her hazel eyes are light in the sunset. She’s smiling calmly, just like she did whenever he’d go down to breakfast after her.

“Hi, dad.” She beams. He doesn’t say anything. He can’t move. He can hear Ellie behind him telling the kid they’re gonna see how Mama is doing. He turns around to see her get up and go up to the house. He feels his eyes sting. As they turn away, J.J. keeps looking at Joel and Sarah, waving them goodbye. Ellie laughs, and Joel tries to memorize that sound. “What, you’re telling bye bye to the sun?” she giggles and pets the boy’s thick black hair. He stares until they’re inside, and then turns back to Sarah. She’s standing patiently with a knowing stare. Then he sighs and goes towards her slowly, almost scared that this is all a fragile mirage he’s going to break any minute. Sarah’s running towards him, closing the gap as he leans and catches her in his arms. She even smells like her favorite shampoo. This is all one hell of a near death experience. It’s too much, too cruel, But Joel doesn’t care. She’s laughing and holding him tight, her giggles slowly turning to whimpering into his shoulders. He’s crying too, to his shock.

“I missed you like crazy, Scamp.”

“Missed you too.” She giggles through tears. They stand like this for seconds, minutes, or hours. The sun is already setting by the time they pull back. They sit down in the now darkened field, only illuminated by the moonlight and whatever light is shining from inside the house.

“How long have you been here?” Joel blurts, his hand holding Sarah’s gently.

“A while. I sometimes try to follow her into doors but I don’t always end up where I was.”

That confuses him, but he doesn’t question it.

Sarah smiles sadly. “I followed you around, too, you know.”

Joel gulps and turns to look at her with shame and guilt, but she just keeps smiling. “I didn’t see you do all the bad things you’ve done. I saw the good you did more.”

“Not a lot of traveling then.” He chuckles.

She leans against him as though they’re home on the couch, watching a movie. “A lot more than you think.”

He sighs. “So what now?”

“What do you mean?”

“I’m...” He trails off. He looks at his baby girl and tightens his grip on her shoulders. “We’re gone. What happens now?”

“Well, we can move on, if you want to. I saw plenty like us do. I just felt like sticking around.”

“You didn’t have to watch me, you know.”

“I think I did.” She sighs, her eyebrows furrowing. “I think I may have helped you flinch.”

Joel’s taken aback. “Flinch?”

“Yea. When you put that gun to your head.” She stretches her legs and feet, like she always would when they had serious conversations. “I saw you. Screamed at you to stop, tried to grab your hand but it went through you. So I just touched your face instead. And when I did -”

He pushed the gun away right as he pulled it. He feels almost angry with himself. How could he do this in front of her. It’s a silly thought, really. He didn't know she was there. Then again, maybe he did.

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Fic I wrote for @crastle-duo 's ghost au :]

“So,” Alex hopped down off the tree branch “You’re inheriting this place?”

Scott skipped a rock over the lake, “Yeah, when uncle kicks the bucket.”

“I thought Stephen was getting it?”

Scott shrugged, “I did too. I don’t know what he did to get into uncle’s bad books but whatever it was must’ve been bad.”

“Worse than breaking an antique viking battle axe?” Alex’s stone hit the water at the wrong angle and bounced into a patch of reeds.

“Clearly, or he wouldn’t have put me back in his will.”

Alex’s smile dropped from her face. “Heads up, cousin alert.” she muttered, flicking her eyes towards the woods.

Scott turned to see Stephen strolling out of the trees, his ridiculous fur jacket making him easily recognisable.

“He looks like he’s wearing a dead sheep.” Alex murmured. Scott clamped a hand over his mouth to stifle a giggle.

“Something amusing, Scott?” Stephen asked pleasantly.

“Nah. What brings you out to the lake?”

“I was just wondering if you were coming to the new year’s party at the house? You can bring her if you like.” With that last remark Stephen tilted his head towards Alex, who snorted but said nothing.

“Yeah,” Scott kept his tone polite, “Got to make sure you don’t completely trash my inheritance.”

Stephen’s jaw clenched momentarily, “Wouldn’t dream of it Scotty. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got a party to prepare for.”

He turned and headed back to the house. When he was safely out of earshot Alex muttered a string of curses at his back.

“Did you see his face? He is this close to calling me a peasant I swear-” Alex trailed off, waving her hands in frustration, “I’m glad you're getting the house if it means he has to move somewhere. You are gonna take the house, right?”

Scott shrugged, “It’s a big creepy house on the hill. I’ll take it but honestly I’m probably just gonna sell it right away.”

“Scared it’s actually haunted, huh?” Alex idly kicked a stone into the lake, startling a flock of geese.

“You joke, but that game show guy did actually die there,” Scott replied, “He’s the reason my family even has the house. Y’know according to my uncle you could hear marching at night, and swords clashing. He even swears he saw a woman in white.”

Alex shook her head, “Mate, it was the seventies. No one was completely sober in the seventies, especially not people who worked on game shows.”

“Alex, I doubt they would’ve let him operate the lights if he was drunk or high or whatever.”

“Oh, ghosts are real and roaming about Upper Islington, but your uncle drinking on the job is slightly too unbelievable?” Alex flicked a pebble at him, “I suppose the Fen Tiger is real too?”

Scott kicked the pebble back at her “Yeah. Totally real. And the Beast of Exmoor. And the ghost of that daddy-long-legs you brutally murdered with your sandal last summer.”

“That daddy-long-legs had it coming, flying at my head like that.”

“Islington’s resident bug murderer still unrepentant.”

“Local rich boy drowns in lake.” Alex mimicked, waving a reed at him.

“Woah hey-” Scott stumbled backwards towards the lake, “If I die then you won’t get to go to the party.”

“Oh I’m distraught-”

“And Stephen will get the house.”

“Oh. Oh God.”

Scott smirked, “Yeah. So you better make sure I survive at least the next few years or you’ll have to put up with Stephen lording over the village for the rest of your life.”

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Scott hoisted himself up onto the window sill and closed the curtains, leaning his forehead against the cool glass pane. The music was making his head hurt and he was glad he’d only taken a few sips of his beer. He wondered distantly if it would be rude to leave despite only having arrived an hour ago.

He didn’t notice his companion till a stifled groan nearly made him fall back off the ledge. Sucking in a breath, he turned his head to see a man about his age wearing a military style uniform gazing weakly out the window, palms pressed against the glass. From his stoop and clenched jaw Scott could see he was clearly in pain.

He gave an awkward cough, “You alright mate?”

The man froze up, before turning his head in a similar fashion to Scott. He had faded blue eyes and a shock of blond hair, matted and dirty. Scott’s first thought was that despite his ragged appearance the man was incredibly handsome. His second thought was that he looked like he was about to be sick.

As if to prove him right the man suddenly doubled over, clutching his stomach.

“Here, uh- you look in bad shape,” Scott hopped down from the windowsill and held out an arm. “Look, I know my way around this place, there’s an unused servants bathroom if you’re well enough to move.”

The man groaned and nearly toppled off the ledge trying to get down. He didn't seem to be able to put any weight on his right leg, and Scott started to worry about how ill he really was.

“Listen, let’s get you to the bathroom, then you can lie down, alright?”

He hobbled over to the old servants corridor, trying to avoid the strange looks the crowd was giving him. To his dismay he saw Stephen approaching him with two cups in hand.

“Cousin! There you are!” Stephen clapped him on the shoulder and pressed a cup into his free hand, “You nearly missed out on the punch.”

Scott forced something resembling a grin onto his face, “Thanks,” he began, but Stephen had disappeared into the crowd.

The servants bathroom was blissfully quiet compared to the main hall. Carefully lifting up the toilet seat with one foot, he set his cup down on the sink and lowered the man to the floor.

“There you go, you’re alright.”

The man just clutched at his leg and gritted his teeth.

Scott’s level of anxiety was growing by the minute.“Look I’m gonna call someone okay? You’re gonna be fine.”

He reached for his phone only to remember that he’d left it in his jacket. His jacket, which was still on the windowsill.

“Shit,” he mumbled, “Um. Look I need to get my phone-”

“N-no,” A hand clamped around Scotts arm, “there’s nothing they can do for me,”

“What?”

Scott never got a response as the man curled up on the ground, a gasp of pain escaping through gritted teeth.

“Look, I should really call- oh Christ”

To his horror the man’s lower leg seemed to melt away, the trouser leg falling flat against the ground and the boot disappearing entirely. Staggering back against the sink, he watched with a terrified curiosity as the man sat up slowly, then hoisted himself to his feet- no, foot- against the radiator. He gave a gentle, shaky salute, then vanished.

Still gripping the sink, Scott stared blankly at the ground where the soldier had once been.

“Shit,” he mumbled, “shitshitshitshitshitshit”

Faintly he heard the grandfather clock start to chime. He took a shaky sip of punch. God knew he needed a drink after what he’d just seen. A ghost. A fucking ghost. An actual-

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“-he staying?”

“-y didnt he have his pen he always-”

“-uys I think he’s stayi-”

“-swear I told him to stay away from the punch-”

“-cant make up his mind this on-”

“-lot of allergies he always has his ep-”

“-elcome to hell, ki-”

Scott opened his eyes to see what looked like a historical recreation society in the midst of a creative disagreement staring intently at him, with smiles ranging from welcoming to wolfish. His opening question of what the fuck was interrupted by another, more professional question.

“He has a lot of allergies?”

“Yes, he’s usually scrupulously careful of what he eats and drinks, I don’t understand how this could have happened.”

“Stephen?” Scott called out, grateful to hear a familiar voice even if it was his prat of a cousin.

“And he knew not to drink the punch?” The woman was inspecting the cup he’d just been drinking from.

“I warned him that it contained several things he was allergic to when he arrived. I guess he got too drunk and forgot.”

“Liar,” Scott said, horrified. “I-I barely drank anything tonight- in fact you who gave me the punch, and you didn’t mention anything about my allergies-”

To his annoyance they both ignored him and left the bathroom. Scott followed them into the corridor, wondering what on earth was going on. He’d had an allergic reaction, that much he knew, but he felt fine now so he supposed someone had administered the epipen and this was a nurse called to make sure he was alright. There was another theory, of course, but he wasn’t going to think about it.

The corridor was filled with more uniformed people, nurses, he presumed, speaking with his cousin and other party-goers. None of them would look at him.

He went up to the nearest nurse, “Hi, sorry, what’s going on?” No response. “Did I have an allergic reaction?” Again, no response. He could feel the strange group in fancy dress staring at him.

“The hell are you looking at?” he snapped.

Wordlessly, the tallest of the group pointed over towards the end of the corridor, where someone appeared to be lying on a table, covered in a sheet. A funny feeling settled in Scott’s stomach.

“Sorry mate,” said another member, dressed like a viking.

“Sorry? Sorry for what-” Scott was trying very hard not to think about who was under the sheet.

“See for yourself. Go on.”

Scott forced himself to walk over to the table, meticulously walking around every person and object in his path. He ignored how a jacket being slung over someone's shoulders accidentally brushed through his arm. He ignored the gnawing feeling that something was very, very wrong. He ignored his apparent invisibility to everyone but the strange group. Halfway there, someone jogged the table accidentally and the sheet slipped a little, revealing a lock of cyan hair. The scraps of denial Scott had been clinging to vanished.

“I’m dead?” He wasn’t sure why he’d phrased it as a question.

The group looked at him with something like pity. Scott stared past them to where Stephen was talking with another uniformed person, an exaggerated expression of concern on his face.

“I’m dead because of him?” he spat.

“Yeah. He murdered you.” One of the ghosts pushed their way forwards through the group. “I saw him in the kitchen, he put something in your drink. It said “wale-noots” on the bag.”

The yellow-haired ghost frowned, “Walnuts, Bdubs, we’ve been over this. Common snack food in England since… hey where’re you going?”

Scott had stormed up the corridor, walking through people and furniture as if they weren’t there. He reached for Stephen’s shoulder, but of course his hand went right through.

“Fucking bastard,” he snarled, and to his surprise Stephen jumped, looking around nervously.

“If you wanted this place so bad you could’ve just asked-” Scott slammed his hand onto a table and for a brief moment there was contact, and a thud echoed down the corridor.

“Hey-” Scott turned to see another ghost, dressed in off-white robes, materialise through a chest of draws. “Calm down, my dude.”

The medieval clothes and accent combined with the distinctly un-medieval “my dude” was enough to stop Scott mid-rant.

“Calm down?” he hissed, “I just got murdered.”

“Man, me too!” The ghost said cheerily, “The name’s Ren, I got stabbed here- oh gosh it was seven centuries ago at least. They always send me to talk to the new murderees, y’know, on account that we have mutual trauma of- well, being murdered. Now, on a scale of one to ten, how would you rate your rage?”

“Eleven.” Scott snapped, and returned to trying to stab Stephen with a biro.

“Mhm. And do you think attempting to harm your murderer with a… pointy glass implement-”

“It’s plastic. It’s a pen.”

“Ah! Yes, Tango did explain these “pens” to me, although I gotta say this one looks different to what he described.”

Scott froze, “Tango as in the game show guy? Who died here in a mysterious fire?”

“Yeah, that’s me.” One of the other ghosts, with yellow-orange hair and red glasses, walked through a huddle of nurses. Now he could see him clearly Scott recognised him immediately as the host of the game show his uncle worked on. “You’ve heard of me as well?”

“Um- My uncle worked on Dare to Flare. Thomas Major. You left him the house?”

Tango smiled bitterly, “Yeah. Nice guy, bit down on his luck I figured seeing as he was working as a cameraman for a gameshow for what was honestly terrible pay. Should’ve left the whole show to him, he couldn’t have done any worse than-” He cut himself off, shaking his head, and walked away through the corridor wall.

Scott stared after him. “What’s up with him?”

Ren sighed “You know the guy who’s running the game show now? Or running it into the ground as Tango always says?”

Scott nodded.

“And you know how Tango died in a fire?”

Ren mimed lighting a cigarette. Scott gaped at him.

“You mean- the guy who set the fire now runs his game show?”

“The law enforcement never confirmed whether the fire was intentional or not, and us ghosts were out on the lawn playing football with my head so none of us know, but either way it still sucks for him. Especially as that dude seems to be doing a terrible job of hosting it.” Ren glanced conspicuously behind him, before adding “To tell you the truth my dude I can’t tell the difference. I think the humour is a bit ahead of my time.”

Scott stared at the other ghosts milling about the corridor, trying to appear inconspicuous despite very clearly eavesdropping. “What about them? How did they die?”

“Oh of course! I almost forgot, we usually do a welcoming party in the attic on the day the recently deceased was… well… deceased. We’ll all introduce ourselves, explain the weird circumstances of this house, add you to the chore roster, all kinds of fun stuff.” Ren disappeared through a flock of party guests, “Come on!”

Scott made one last futile attempt to pick up the pen, but to no avail. With resigned sigh he gave Stephen the finger and followed Ren through the corridor.

#hiii sam for some reason it wont let me @ you so im just hoping ur online when i post this #also i have never been to a party or lived in a big fancy house or died so apologies for any innaccuracies #and if anyone sees any grammatical errors no u didnt <3

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Jack killer anon here (cant believe thats what ill be known as). Im sorry my ask caused such a ruckus. It was not my intent. I meant it as a fun thought and writing exercise. I love Jack's character and the archetype it represents and the mirroring (similar to parellel, but, ya know, how a mirror works, inverting, the same but opposite) he does with Gabriel. And same for their new personas.

Im a professional writer. And admittedly did grew up with "bury your gays" as our main gay trope. So i no longer think of gay death as that trope, rather than something that just happens in the plot because, well, characters die sometimes for conflict and advancement of the story. Which, sometimes, the story is meant to make you morally object to it. To make you face the uncomfortable but sometimes undeniable.

Anyways. Once again, i apologize. And if you do not wish to answer this ask in public, for the case that it will cause more trouble, do not feel oblidge to. Just wanted to leave this parting words and an apology for it all.

You don't have to apologies! The biggest rule about writing is write what you know, and biggest follower to that is that you can always know more. I don't blame you for accidently falling into that trap as those kinds of cliques are only recently being called out as bad.

Honestly I understand where your coming from, though I don't consider myself a professional writer (I do write just not professionally) I do love to analyze tropes and cliques. Yes character deaths happen, it's something I myself encourage in writing, but when killing certain characters you need to be careful of what you do in that death. Jack dying at Reaper's hand is the "bury your gays" clique specifically because Jack as a character has gone through basically nothing but suffering, and for him to be killed by the guy he's obsessed with, someone he has hope he can bring back, is very much the bury your gays clique at it's peak.

A confirmed gay character can only suffer then die, that is the basics of the clique. That or the character is revealed to be gay then immediately gets killed off. There are ways to kill off gay characters without it being the bury your gays clique, my favorite example of this is The Haunting of Hill House.

It's the same with Fridging.

Both cliques are ingrained in media and only recently have people been actively calling these kinds of cliques out for what they are. It's a learning process for any writer.

Basically character death is a difficult thing to write, especially with the fact that death has been used a narrative punishment for things that should not have been punished. So writers do need to be careful of what they do write and how they write it.

#analysis #thoughts #overwatch #overwatch 2

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disappearinginq · 1 year

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For the WIP guessing game, how about sleep?

Oooo, that's a good one - Hudson & Rex

His hair was a little too long, but it didn’t cover the strangely circular burn on his temple, the angry red contrasting with his otherwise much too pale skin.Dark smudges under his eyes spoke of too little sleep, his normally bright blue eyes dulled and staring a thousand miles away. Instead of a suit and tie, his clothes looked rumpled and filthy, the sleeves on his shirt too short and his jeans long enough that the back ends were catching on his heels. The five o’clock shadow did little to hide the bruising along his jaw, a deep and painful muddied purple that was shaped uncomfortably like someone’s hand.

Charlie nodded, then shook his head. “No, I’m not sick. I haven’t been sleeping well, and I think it’s just catching up to me.” It might’ve been convincing, if Charlie sounded less like he was trying to convince himself than Jesse. And Jesse had seen sleep deprived Charlie more than once - the detective had a bad habit of pushing himself beyond what was healthy when he was wrapped up in a case. At least, before Rex came along and the shepherd firmly believe in a 9-5 work day and would drag Charlie away from his desk for much needed breaks.

Sleep deprived Charlie was grumpy, short tempered, and lived off of black coffee strong enough to stand a fork in and give heart palpitations to even the fiercest of energy drink consumers. Jesse would know - he made the mistake once, and never again, of trying a cup of the stuff, and for a whole hour, he would’ve sworn he could taste colors.

This Charlie was different. Spacey might be a more appropriate term. And the fact that Rex’s behavior was progressively more agitated, Jesse suspected it was more than just lack of sleep. Charlie’s face looked paler than before, but Jesse didn’t see the tell-tale flush of fever. Maybe it was just sleep deprivation, but something about Charlie’s speech and movement didn’t add up.

After being buried alive, he stopped sleeping in the dark. Rex changed from sleeping on his bed on the floor to the bed with Charlie, so when Charlie bolted upright in the middle of the night, gasping at air he was sure wasn’t there a second ago, Rex could sidle closer, stretching out the length of the bed so that from toes to shoulder, Charlie could feel the warmth of his body, the softness of his fur, and the cold wet of his nose. Magnum PI 2018

He hadn’t slept through the night in…well, honestly, over a year and a half. In the caves, sleep was snatched in short bursts while someone else kept an eye out for guards. Here, it felt like nothing changed. The squawk of the announcing system. The rustle of fabric on skin. The click of a pen. The shouting of another patient. The creak of the mattress as he turned. They sounded like gunfire in his head. The signal of the return of the Taliban. The cry of fellow prisoners being tortured just out of sight. They offered him ear plugs and sleep aides, but it just made everything worse.

Haunting of Hill House

Luke looks sideways, clearly not buying it. “You were talking in your sleep.” Shit. He groans, pulling himself upright with the help of the bed, resting both elbows on the narrow mattress - now completely devoid of sheets and the comforter, which lie in a tangled heap on the floor at the end of the bed. He doesn’t remember kicking them off. “I say anything interesting?” he joked, or at least tried to. Luke is staring at him the way Steven used to stare at Luke when he knew he was lying. “Maybe,” Luke hedges.

The nice part about being a writer is that Steve can set his own hours, so he doesn’t technically have to get up just yet, but the idea of trying to go back to sleep makes him shudder.

“You look like shit,” she said before she could stop herself. And he did. He looked exhausted, weary in a way she couldn’t remember him being before. He hadn’t shaved for a few days, possibly longer - his normally clean-shaven face that made him look several years younger than he was now well past five o’clock shadow and into an actual beard. Dark circles under his eyes spoke of many a lost night of sleep, and she couldn’t help but notice the way he angled his head away from the light, or how even with his glasses on, he squinted to look at her.

“Just because I don’t listen doesn’t mean I don’t pay attention,” Steven admitted, and finally he pulls his head up with herculean effort, and for the first time, Luke sees parts of Hugh there. Steven looks older, wearier, and only part of it is from the sleepless nights and increasing headaches. That same weight that always seemed to be pressing down on their father had settled on his brother, and Luke worries how much more Steven can carry. “You said Mom never left. She didn’t go see Aunt Janet. You came down for food that night, and you saw her in the kitchen with the tea set. It’s strange, sure. But not menacing, not by itself. So something you saw, something in the way she behaved, made you run for Dad. You were twelve and weren’t exactly what I would call imaginative.” Sooooo....apparently, the only time I mention sleep in any of my WIP's is when I am depriving someone of it. HA! Thank you for this! I did take a quick look through the half finished Yellowstone fic I have, and apparently, alas - no sleep at all in that story.

Yet. :-D

#games we play #asks answered #snippets #fanfic wips #current wips

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smol-fan-creations · 2 years

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I got this idea based on art by @wingless-cupid and it really helped me get back into the writing groove! Characters belong to Yuurivoice!

Mansion's Secret

Black clouds blanketed the sky and the wind blew as if a storm was imminent. This didn't fare well for the young cryptid hunter that rode down the one-lane road, who was following an anonymous tip he had gotten about a mansion far back in the woods. Rumors had spread that the mansion was haunted by a rather mischievous entity, but no one had been able to see it for themselves. Now, Seth was determined to be the first to see said entity and the first to document it. As he pulled up to the building, the brunette couldn't help but feel slightly intimidated by its aura. It gave off a sense of ancient power, and that only made the mansion seem larger than it was.

Seth parked his bike without breaking eye contact, and slowly approached the door. Once his hand landed on the doorknob, his body felt cold and in a sense... dead, in some way. "No," the male thought, "I've gone hunting in way scarier places than this! An abandoned mansion is nothing!" With that, he threw open the door to reveal the beautiful, open foyer with an old chandelier hanging from the ceiling. As he walked in, the house creaked in defiance, as if it was upset by the younger presence. What the male couldn't see, was a tall and slender figure watching him from one of the higher platforms.

The vampire smiled wide as he watched the human, making sure to take in every part of his figure. Alphonse had not seen another mortal for quite some time, heck, he hadn't seen anyone in a long time. Being a vampire trapped inside of a dusty old mansion by himself, really wasn't as glamorous as it sounded before he died. He tended to spend his days sleeping and thinking, which was not a good thing either. The boy longed for someone, anyone, to find his mansion and keep him company, even if that meant them visiting.

"Maybe this is my chance," he thought in excitement, "This human must not be frightened if he walked in here so boldly!" With that, he began to float and followed the cryptid hunter as a way to figure out how to reveal himself.

Seth wandered the old house, carefully looking around every corner and examining anything he could get his hands on. Most of the items in the house were dusty and untouched, but that was until he found what looked to be some kind of journal. As the brunette picked up the book, Alphonse felt himself stiffen and reach out to lightly smack it out of Seth's hand. "What in the sam hill," the other shouted, pulling his hand back and bumping into the vampire behind him.

As the boy froze, Alphonse felt his brain scramble to find some way to respond to the sudden reaction. He watched as Seth slowly moved to hold his flashlight up and turn to look behind him. So, he wrapped his arm around the other male and smiled wide as he gave a greeting, "Sorry about that friend. That's a bit of personal work." The brunette was frozen in place and stared at the vampire with a mixture of fear and excitement. His frozen state soon passed, allowing him to spin away so he could face the vampire before him, making sure to keep his flashlight on the being.

"What do you want," he demanded, gaining some confidence to glare at Alphonse. The vampire was confused but excited by Seth's excitement nonetheless.

So, he answered in a chipper manner, "Oh I don't want anything. I just heard you come in and decided to follow you." The muscular man raised a brow, confused by the sincerity in the undead being's tone. "You know," the other continued, "You're the first person that's ever come here so confidently! Everyone else was always so scared, and honestly, it was really getting annoying." Now, that took Seth by surprise, causing him to loosen up his stance.

"Wait," he questioned, "You're not going to uh... try and kill me?"

Now it was Alphonse's turn to be confused, "What?! Is that what the townspeople are saying?! I have enough blood in storage to last me years! I would have no reason to kill anyone!" The 'blood in storage' comment concerned the brunette, but he felt no need to dwell on it, considering it might just anger the being in front of him.

"If I play my cards right," he thought, "I might just be able to befriend this thing."

Meanwhile, Alphonse could only think, "If I'm careful, I might be able to actually make a friend!"

#bittersweet #yuurivoice alphonse #yuurivoice #yuurivoice seth #fanfiction #fanfic writer #writing things

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rainysunrise · 1 year

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tv tag game!

— list 8 shows for your followers to get to know you better. tagged by dearest @simplymakkari (I’m a month late to this i’m sorry lmao)

1. Fleabag (2016-2019)

Do I even have to explain? This is an absolute masterpiece in terms of storytelling. The dark humor is perfect, the trouble, the character creation, the romance, the way it shows how love can be painful but still beautiful and change us in so many ways ahhhh, it absolutely broke me and I still rewatch it whenever I need a punch in the face and a good cry but also ! When I just want to make myself feel better about how fvcked up I am lmao highly recommend

2. The Haunting of Hill House (2018)

Listen- I am a great fan of horror, a connoisseur if I can say so myself. And I’d say this is simply the best horror story I’ve ever seen with my own eyes. It has everything, the pain, the beauty, THE REPRESENTATION. And Victoria Pedretti that brought Nell Crain to life in such a way that she became my ultimate comfort character (which probably isn’t that good but shh). I recommend for everyone to watch, if not for the story then for the plot twist alone because it is brilliant.

3. Hannibal (2013-2015)

Do I even need to explain? lmao The gay art piece that altered my brain chemistry in ways I can’t possibly explain at an age way too young AND I REGRET NOTHING, this is culture (with a trademark) And if you haven’t seen it where have you been????

4. YOU (2018-)

Came for Victoria Pedretti, stayed for everything else. Honestly, I expected it to be awful from everything I’ve heard and seen but the storytelling is brilliant (even though sometimes I want to throw my laptop out the window) and I don’t know what they put in it but I can’t let this show go. AND NOW WITH GOLDROSE A HANNIGRAM CODED ROMANCE?? Say no more, I will stay til the end. Although I don’t think it’s for everyone tbh. (check out my goldrose fics thanks)

5. Supernatural (2005-2020)

Oh, boy, are there even words to describe it? The show that absolutely changed my life by throwing me into the fandom madness in highschool and introduced me to twitter and instagram editing damn. It has everything, monsters, magic, myths, legends, every possible plot line and trope you could think of and DESTIEL most iconic couple of this site so. Yes. Don’t watch it.

6. The Boys (2019-)

Got sick of Marvel, moved on to evil superheroes, and got hooked. Also did it for Jensen Ackles before he even came on the show and was not disappointed. Y’all can find it controversial but this show is so good in my opinion, most of the time you can’t even expect what’s going to happen and the character arcs are chef's kiss. Highly recommend ONLY if you are able to stand a lot of gore and nudity, it is a bit rough. (comic books are also super cool)

7. Shadow and Bone (2021-)

Wasn’t gonna put it here, but! It is my newest obsession and made me come back to books after a very long time (I am currently reading the soc duology). I am absolutely in love with it, the crows especially, the couples?? Kanej?? Helnik?? Wesper?? All of the characters separately?? Mark me down as mad, I can’t get enough of it, I already know it’s about to be my favorite for years to come.

8. Over The Garden Wall (2014)

Just think about it guys: A cartoon, vintage style, fairytale style, with horror motifs an amazing plot, and amazing characters, that makes you want to curl up with a cup of tea during an autumn rainy day and just enjoy yourself. It makes me soft, comfort show fr and I rewatch it every Halloween because it also has a Halloween setting (in a way). I recommend it to anyone. Honorable mentions: Killing Eve, Merlin, Sherlock, Good Omens, Normal People, The Last of Us, OMFD etc etc (I could go on for hours)

tagging: @thefiresgone @ashksa @abliafina-18782 + anyone else who wants to (i don't know too many ppl here lmao sorry)

#about me

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what are your favorite tv shows?

ANON OMFG u do not even know the floodgates u just unleashed w this ask (im assuming st is a given) so settle back grab some popcorn and get Ready for some Rambling 💃 in no particular order (bc they’re all so good and i can’t choose):

THE HAUNTING OF HILL HOUSE!! omfg i could talk for hours and hours and hours abt this show (and i have) but EVERYTHING ABOUT IT IS SO !! the storyline is so well thought out, like from the very first episode everything is set up Perfectly. and i looove a good character-driven show, and the way this show is split up w episodes for each character and how everything comes together in the end,, oh my god. like EVERYTHING ABT IT and iconic episodes 6 and 7 right after one another BROKE ME i swear i would give anything to go back and watch it for the first time again. i love how it’s a subversion on a typical haunted house story and the reveal at the end literally rewired my brain in a way that NOTHING ELSE EVER HAS !! in my top 3 shows of all time probably bc the perfect mixture of horror and drama and mystery and emotional catharsis is unmatched, the storytelling and cinematography and that One Rly Good Jumpscare (iykyk) anyways . before i give any spoilers for ppl who haven’t watched it please do urself the biggest favor of ur life and GO WATCH IT RN

new girl is and always will be my #1 comfort show. like there’s nothing even more i have to say, but i can’t recall a single bad episode in this entire show. i have it on in the background for EVERYTHING like doing dishes, cleaning my room, cooking, getting ready. it’s so fucking funny and honestly so so so iconic, zooey deschanel was BORN to play this role. like it’s cast so perfectly, the humor is spot on and has the best timing, the characters r so chefs kiss and AHHH idk idk what else to say it’s just so unmatched in this category for me i just (YELLS)

ATTACK ON TITAN !! OMG this is definitely also in my top 3 shows! i remember watching the first season back in 2015 when it came out and i think it got continued (the show not the manga) a couple years ago so i got back into it, but i didn’t finish the whole thing until last winter and WOW. let me just tell u i think this is one of the most incredible shows of all time, EVER. the way that the entire entire entire story was planned out from the very first episode (also i haven’t read the manga so just know i’m talking abt things in terms of the show!) is so astounding bc it took so many years and has like 4 seasons so just knowing the creator was that thorough from the beginning is SOOOO !!! like i rewatched it over the summer and there’s stuff in the FIRST EPISODE that correlates to stuff in the last season, which was made like a full 7 years later?? and it’s just so cool watching the storyline of the show come together, different characters and their roles changing (jean solos everyone fr), some of the best redemption arcs/if not The best vs. the best villain arc i’ve Ever seen, how there’s so many plot twists but none are tacky! and the worldbuilding is INSANE!! like ik this is probably the most basic of animes to be into bc i haven’t rly gotten into many others but it’s popular for good reason and deserves every bit of its hype fr . like there’s this 2/3 episode arc in season 3 that is just . like actually unparalleled by any other show for me (except for maybe ep6/7 of hill house hehe) ANYWAYS if u haven’t watched it . do it now NOWWWWWWWWWW NOW!!

those r all the shows that immediately came to mind and i already blabbed abt them Way Too Much so i will stop there! but if anyone does have more anime recs i’ve been meaning to watch some more so pls drop them!

#no one asked for this and yet #i Ramble #ask #today on: astrobei enjoys things a Normal amount #(lies)

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The haunting of hill house and carmilla!

Great question, love! 💖

The Haunting of Hill House: You’re a ghost- what/who do you haunt?

My boss 😈 or if you want a more serious answer I would haunt a friend of mine that have actually experienced some paranormal activity in the past so I know she would notice something is happening and not just necessarily brush it off as nothing. I wouldn't do anything too bad. Mostly just mess around with her a bit.

Carmilla: What was your strangest dream? Your worst nightmare?

Before I actually get into the dreams I want to put a warning here for anyone that reads it that the first deals with being shot and some mentions of blood while the second one deals with a gun and a suicide.

Strangest dream - I was in a building that I've actually been to a few times irl, but for some reason that was my school in the dream (despite the fact that I haven't been in school since 2016 and this dream happened like a year ago). I remember I was trying to find something or someone, but I couldn't so eventually I sat down at a table in a hallway and a teacher sat down beside me and told me that everything was going to be okay.

The dream shifted and I was running through the hallways again being chased by someone with a nail gun that they where shooting at me. I got hit in my arm and was bleeding, but I felt no pain. Suddenly I came across a door that in the real world leads to just a big open "backyard" for a lack of a better word. But in the dream it led directly onto a tiny gravel road that went through the forest. I didn't follow the road very long, but when I turned back the building was gone, replaced by the trees and the road.

Deciding I was going to continue following the road in the direction I was already heading it didn't take long before I reached a tiny playground beside the gravel road. It wasn't big at all. Just a couple swings and a mostly sandless sandbox.

Two twins that I used to know maybe a decade and a half ago was there for some reason and I remembered siting down on the edge of the sandbox and talking to them. I think it might have been a conversation about finding someone who could help stitch up my arm, but honestly the conversation is really fuzzy.

There might have been something more that happened after that, but I'm not sure.

Worst nightmare - I do this thing where I just have to check that the door is locked before I go to bed and a couple years ago when I was staying at my parents place I forgot to check if it was indeed locked.

That night I dreamt that I walked through their place to go to the bathroom, but as I reached the hallway someone with a gun was trying to open the door that was very much not locked. I immediately ran up to it and grabbed the door handle and had to use all my weight to try and force it shut, but whoever was on the other side was strong.

That's all that happened for a little while; me trying to close the door, him trying to open it. He might have been yelling something too (but that may be something my mind have made up at some later point as I've been thinking back to this dream a lot since I had it).

Eventually he gave up and I closed and locked the door as quickly as I could. Then I heard him firing the gun and everything went quiet. I didn't see what had happened on the outside, but I just knew that he had shot himself.

And then I woke up.

#Luteandsword #Lou #The a to your q #Actually there's one nightmare I've had that was worse than that #But I don't actually remember anything except that my best friend died in it #And even though it was like 4 am when I woke up I immediately called her #Because I just needed to hear her voice #Needed to know that it hadn't actually happend #Cw suicide

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