#this haunting is hereditary and it’s in your blood it’s in your blood it’s in your blood
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THE SYMBOLICAL IMPLICATIONS IN GIVING JONATHAN THE COIN TO FIDDLE WITH WHILE CAMERON GETS THE CARDS… GOD. I do in some ways believe the show hinges on Jonathan despite the fact it mainly follows Cameron and the crew. To my mind, the entirety of the first season is first and foremost influenced not only by MW’s scheme(s), but also by Jonathan’s decision to stay in prison at his brother’s behest. It’s a power struggle between his faith in his twin and his desperate desire to be free for the first time in his life. Think about it for a second: he’s had to pretend to be Cameron his whole childhood, and then when their father dies and he finally thinks he’s free, Cam asks him to stay. And he does! (I mentioned in a previous post: It’s so hard saying no to the people you love…) I think that’s what the coin alludes to. It’s all about decisions, the 50-50 chance where every promise and revelation pushes him more to one side than the other. He’s playing with his choices: stay for his brother, or achieve the sense of freedom he’s been deprived of since he was born. Keep in mind that his initial introduction to the world as himself, Jonathan Black, was when he was framed for a crime he didn’t commit. Even though people now know he exists, they don’t know him. He’s still an unknown entity, and he is still trapped literally and metaphorically in a life that isn’t truly his. Beyond the way it ties into the plot, I think the coin is a phenomenal prop for representing that internal turmoil.
(as a side note: Cam with the playing card also of course makes sense with his upbringing and current profession, but I think it’s interesting how this is another double-sided motif. It’s not about decisions, though - it isn’t about one-or-the-other, it’s about one side of the card hiding the thing that’s on the other side, which I think is very representative of Cameron. He seems to surprise people a lot and tends to hide his competence beneath an overwhelming display of showmanship. This works to his advantage when he wants to blindside people… also, a card is just inherently a more playful (and perhaps childlike) symbol, which, of course, suits him very well)
#I didn’t wanna mention it in the post bc it’s already too long but there’s smthn about the coin being his father’s that just makes me……..#something something ‘hey remember when you still thought you would ever be able to leave your mother’s house? sure you moved out years ago#but that doesn’t matter. you will always be in your mother’s house’#something something ‘my father had the kind of anger all fathers do. loud and terrible. it lingers for your whole life’#this haunting is hereditary and it’s in your blood it’s in your blood it’s in your blood#AGGGGGGGGGGHGHHHHHHH THIS SHOW.#my stuff#jonathan black#cameron black#deception#abc deception
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[ tag drop 4: RELATIONSHIPS. more tba ]
#( love as consumption: william & henry. )#( haunting the house: william & evan. )#( what he can’t save: william & elizabeth. )#( someone has to leave first: william & rosa. )#( a lifetime of nostalgia: william & orel. )#( afraid to be lesser: william & william. )#( she’s been dead since the beginning: william & addy. )#( the art of jabbing knives is hereditary: william & ollie. )#( a father is a claw lodged deep: william & michael. )#( old dog new tricks: william & chief. )#( our bodies possessed by light: william & artemis. )#( stain your clothes with blood: william & vanessa. )#( tale as old as tragedy: william & juliet. )
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Myslyvets Return to Nevermore
Chapter 5 I forgot to tell you
Enid heard three sets of foot steps coming closer to her door. Muffled conversations followed. Enid took out her phone quickly to make sure she looked good. Just a little tussle of her hair and she was ready. She drank in the scent of Wednesday, the mixed smells of soil and brimstone and- hold on- is that- cologne? She became familiar with Ainsley's scent and she remembered that Lurch didn't wear cologne. So... why was Wednesday wearing it?
"Why don't you knock on the door Wednesday?" Ainsley teased nudging Wednesdays arm with a grin.
"Why?"
"Because you're her roommate Wednesday and her friend."
"Very well." Wednesday knocks and opens the door to see a very happy Enid. It takes everything to stop a smile from forming.
"Welcome back to Ophelia Hall roomie!"
"Hello Enid."
Enid is ready to pounce herself at Wednesday for a hug but freezes unsure if Wednesday wants it. Ainsley clears her throat and looks at Wednesday, tilting her head to Enid. Wednesday walks to Enid, gradually bringing her arms up for a hug. Enid immediately lunges in. She hugs Wednesday tight and lifts her off the ground. Ainsley is in complete amazement. She has never seen anyone- anyone- hug Wednesday like that. Her jaw almost hit the floor. Lurch turns to Ainsley and smiles, nods, and puts Wednesday's things next to her bed. Ainsley smiles and nods back to him and waves goodbye. "Wednesday I look forward to our coffee date tomorrow. I'll let you get settled in. Enid, have a good day."
The door closes and Wednesday realises her hold on Enid and takes a step back, quickly misses her pups strong embrace.
"Wednesday! I missed you so much! How did you're brake go?"
The goth girl quietly winced, remembering that she barely talked to Enid with the phone Xavier gave her. In all honesty, Wednesday forgot that she had a phone during the three weeks off of school. How was Wednesday even going to tell Enid how she spent her time off? It was certainly not worth telling. If she wasn't tormenting her brother Pugsley with all sorts of wicked games, she was doing research on Seers and blood moon werewolves. But the worst of it was her visions. They were nothing like the ones she had before. They became painful and violent and not in the fun way. Like before, her visions would make her freeze, but they would also make her muscles constrict. Her body would heat up, causing her to sweat under the pressure. When she came back to reality, she would gasp for air. When she would ask her mother about her new violent visions, her mother told her to look through the family genealogy as these kinds of visions were hereditary. Unfortunately, since Seers were on both sides of Wednesdays family, this could be a phase or side effects like what Wednesday was experiencing. "My apologies, Enid. I got caught up with my family. Many of them came to visit."
"That's ok Wednesday. I figured you just didn't really know how to use your phone No hard feelings." Enid said finishing with a wink.
Wednesday was now hating herself. She knew she didn't have to lie to Enid. Enid was a very understanding person. She took a few steps closer to Enid. "I'm sorry Enid I- I lied. Over the semester break I was haunted by visions. They took a toll on me much more than my visions had before. It was a type of torcher that was not of my liking."
Before Wednesday could finish, Thing jumped from Wednesday's bag. "O! M! G!" Thing?!" Enid scoped Thing up and pressed her check against him. "It's so good to see you!"
"Enid, why don't I put away my things and give you two a chance to catch up? When I'm done, would you like to accompany me for a stroll through the forests?"
Enid nodded, "Yeah that sounds nice. I'd like to hear more about these visions to."
Wednesday nodded back and went to her things and unpacked. Enid and Thing caught each other up skin care, nail care and nail polish. Wednesday didn't take long to get her things organized but let Enid and Thing continue. She was happy to watch her pup be all excited about such trivial topics. It also gave her a chance to change into more casual comfortable clothes.
"Oh Wednesday. How long have you been finished?"
"Long enough to know what shades of your new nail polish will fit Thing best with his what you called, cool under tones. Now come, lets roam the woods before dinner is served."
Enid smiled and jumped to Wednesdays side. Wednesday opened the door for her. "After you."
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✏️"what are your current WIPs about?"
🖋️"what inspired you to write your WIPs?"
📖"what has surprised you about your WIPs?"
If that's okay!
✏️ the story i'm currently working on is about a trans woman who moves into a haunted library & the relationship between her and the ghost living between the walls, all the while her nightmares have begun to grow increasingly realistic. she keeps waking up in the middle of the night, gasping for air, sometimes she's even covered in dirt, and her hands are covered in something warm and sticky....
🖋️ mostly everything these days, lots and lots of bjork and tori amos and pj harvey, phantom of the opera, winona ryder movies, haunting of hill house, hereditary, black mold, the stages of decomposition, blood and rot, raw sucking the bone marrow out of your lovers arm, you know
📖 i seem to have a habit of killing off my favorite characters 🤱
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𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖎𝖓𝖘𝖕𝖎𝖗𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓.
𝖒𝖚𝖘𝖎𝖈𝖎𝖆𝖓𝖘.
𐕣 gerard way - my chemical romance.
𐕣 chris cornell - soundgarden.
𐕣 per yngve ohlin - morbid / mayhem.
𐕣 tobias forge - ghost.
𐕣 chester bennington - linkin park.
𝖇𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖘 / 𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖘.
𐕣 ghost.
𐕣 spiritbox.
𐕣 linkin park.
𐕣 my chemical romance.
𐕣 the cure.
𐕣 the smiths.
𐕣 depeche mode.
𐕣 joy division.
𐕣 bring me the horizon.
𐕣 the cranberries.
𐕣 yungblud.
𐕣 dua lipa.
𐕣 skynd.
𐕣 morbid.
𐕣 jim sturgess.
𐕣 echo & the bunnymen.
𐕣 lebanon hanover.
𐕣 the horrors.
𐕣 inxs.
𐕣 chris cornell.
𐕣 jonathan davis.
𐕣 marina and the diamonds.
𐕣 placebo.
𝖋𝖎𝖑𝖒𝖘 / 𝖘𝖍𝖔𝖜𝖘
𐕣 my soul to take (2010).
𐕣 insidious: the red door (2023).
𐕣 veronica (2017).
𐕣 hereditary (2018).
𐕣 the last exorcism 2 (2013).
𐕣 the night house (2020).
𐕣 boogeyman (2005).
𐕣 darkness falls (2003).
𐕣 saint maud (2019).
𐕣 suspiria (2018).
𐕣 the exorcism of emily rose (2005).
𐕣 talk to me (2022).
𐕣 the babadook (2014).
𐕣 split (2016).
𐕣 two sisters (2003).
𐕣 the uninvited (2009).
𐕣 mr. harrigan's phone (2022).
𐕣 satanic (2016).
𐕣 marrowbone (2017).
𐕣 rosemary's baby (1968).
𐕣 his house (2020).
𐕣 personal shopper (2016).
𐕣 boys in the trees (2016).
𐕣 a ghost story (2017). *
𐕣 spirited away (2001). *
𐕣 alice in wonderland (1951). *
𐕣 the exorcist (1973).
𐕣 annabelle (2014).
𐕣 lords of chaos (2018). *
𐕣 the vvitch (2015).
𐕣 the sixth sense (1999).
𐕣 hellbender (2021).
𐕣 the haunting of hill house (2018).
𐕣 midnight mass (2021).
𐕣 archive 81 (2022).
𐕣 the haunting of bly manor (2020).
𐕣 american horror story (2011).
𐕣 ju-on: origins (2020).
𐕣 ginger snaps (2000).
𐕣 donnie darko (2001).
𐕣 the others (2001).
𐕣 frankenstein (1931).
𐕣 edward scissorhands (1990).
𐕣 pet sematary (1989).
𐕣 black coat's daughter (2015).
𐕣 the last exorcism (2010).
𐕣 the haunting in connecticut (2009).
𐕣 the taking of deborah logan (2014).
𐕣 the lords of salem (2012).
𐕣 ju-on (2002).
𐕣 insidious: chapter 2 (2013).
𐕣 insidious (2010).
𐕣 sister death (2023).
𐕣 the devil inside (2013).
𐕣 relic (2020).
𐕣 the devil's candy (2015).
𐕣 ringu (1998).
𐕣 it follows (2014).
𐕣 skinamarink (2022).
𐕣 malevolent (2018).
𐕣 doctor sleep (2019).
𐕣 antlers (2021).
𐕣 the autopsy of jane doe (2016).
𐕣 lake mungo (2006).
𐕣 malignant (2021).
𐕣 family blood (2018).
𐕣 ginger snaps 2: unleashed (2004).
𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖘.
𐕣 adam plenkov - my soul to take (2010).
𐕣 edward scissorhands - edward scissorhands (1990).
𐕣 corey cunninham - halloween ends (2022).
𐕣 nell sweetzer - the last exorcism (2010).
𐕣 emily rose - the exorcism of emily rose (2000).
𐕣 quentin smith - a nightmare on elm street (2010).
𐕣 nancy holbrook - a nightmare on elm street (2010).
𐕣 matt campbell - a haunting in connecticut (2009).
𐕣 violet harmon - american horror story (2011).
𐕣 jesse walsh - a nightmare on elm street 2: freddy's revenge (1985).
𝖙𝖗𝖚𝖊 𝖈𝖗𝖎𝖒𝖊.
𐕣 edmund kemper.
𐕣 ronald defeo jr.
tagged by: stolen.
tagging: @grote5que (hm, your pick), @morb1dg1rl, @coastercrushed, @freakarus, @miercolaes, @hollowvictory, @thegiftofcruelty, @nuks (your pick), @00sgoth, @poetdeads, @cannib4l, @malignantdevil, @allevils.
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let’s talk about suehiro tetchou.
One of Tetchou's biggest traits is his dedication to justice and preaching of the quality throughout the manga; most notably, his infamous 'five minutes' speech, where Tetchou claims that he will place Jouno over justice (demonstrating its significance to him), so it’s not completely crazy to think that Tetchou’s life has been about justice since the day he has arrived to this world.
IRL Tetchou Suehiro comes from a lineage of samurai. It is not explicitly said, but various traits and behaviors of Tetchou are a reflection of the samurai’s bushimo code (before continuing, please read this thread about Tetchou and the bushido code: https://twitter.com/jouflop/status/1510672711630131202?s=46&t=fcgv2wFmtzco2yJTqlphKA), I don’t think there’s clearer evidence that Tetchou comes from a samurai lineage.
Being from a samurai lineage, I don’t doubt that justice is all he has known since he was child. His formal personality reminds me of the stereotypical first child in strict households, where parents force their kids to center themselves in their grades or a specific activity so they can feel proud about their kid, not letting them explore the things they like on their own. For Tetchou, it wasn’t a grade, but justice.
“Plum Blossoms in Snow”,let’s Tetchou increase his sword, it’s perfect for a son of a samurai family, perhaps too perfect that it comes as hereditary (which is going to be another topic). It’s like Tetchou was born to be a fighter for justice, the perfect son and the ideal guy to take the family name with pride; this is what I believe Tetchou’s upbringing was.
The perfection and ideal that was Tetchou to his family’s eyes was not a blessing to a small Tetchou. Justice was forced upon him while the rest of his siblings & cousins could be children, teenagers, but most importantly, could be whatever they wanted. They were loved because they were sons, daughters, Tetchou was loved because he was Tetchou Suehiro, who was destined to protect justice while pridefully carrying the family name. That was how he was loved.
Tetchou passed his days training, looking to be the ideal soldier. Pressure was on his shoulders since he was young (overtime he learned how to manage it), but it was haunting for a child, if you personally ask me. “You will become the greatest soldier”, “Please carry Suehiro with the greatest pride while doing your best”, things like that feeding his young mind of nothing but meaningful words of encouragement of what he was “supposed” to do. As time went, he… accepted it. That was what Tetchou was, a tool of justice, the perfect Hunting Dog. Perhaps in another life, Tetchou will get the opportunity to be something else, but in this one, Suehiro Tetchou will put blood, sweat & tears into looking for protecting justice.
Ps: special mention to juno for your help & beta read ♡
#bsd tetcho#bsd tecchou#tetchō suehiro#suehiro tecchou#i love him#ugly freak!!!! i hope he dies#💭theories
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It’s that time of year again besties!! In the spirit of the season, I present to you:
Athina’s Horror Masterlist
Slashers
The Halloween Franchise
The Friday the 13th Franchise
The Nightmare on Elm Street Franchise
The Scream Franchise
The Child’s Play Franchise
The Texas Chainsaw Massacre Franchise
My Bloody Valentine (1981)
The Burning
Alice, Sweet Alice
The Town That Dreaded Sundown
Slumber Party Massacre
Sleepaway Camp
You’re Next
Black Christmas
Prom Night
Happy Death Day
Maniac
Hatchet
Pieces
The Prowler
The Candyman Franchise
The Hellraiser Franchise
Psycho
Tourist Trap
When a Stranger Calls
Terror Train
The Last House on the Left
The Hills Have Eyes
The Stepfather (1987)
The House on Sorority Row
I Know What You Did Last Summer Franchise
Urban Legends
American Psycho
Rob Zombie’s Firefly Series
The Strangers
The Purge Franchise
Don’t Breathe
The Wrong Turn Franchise
There’s Someone Inside Your House
X
Haunt
Hell Fest
Terrified
Trick
Henry: Portrait of a Serial Killer
31
Fear Street Series
Creature Features
A Quite Place I and II
The Thing
Underwater
The Descent
The Alien Franchise
The Predator Franchise
Jaws
47 Meters Down
Shark Night
Black Water
Rogue
Alligator
Anaconda
The Fly
C.H.U.D.
The Tremors Franchise
The Ruins
Castle Freak
Basket Case
Supernatural
The Conjuring Franchise
The Insidious Franchise
The Amityville Horror
The Poltergeist Franchise
Sinister
The Autopsy of Jane Doe
Lights Out
The Exorcist
The Grudge
The Ring
The Evil Dead Series
The Night House
The Woman in Black
It Follows
Susperia
The Babadook
Hereditary
The Witch
The Changeling
1408
Dead Silence
It (Chapters 1 & 2)
The Shining
Doctor Sleep
Oculus
Crimson Peak
The Orphanage
The Empty Man
Thirteen Ghosts
Rosemary’s Baby
Carrie
The Skeleton Key
The Omen
Devil
Mama
The Rite
Sleepy Hollow
The Ritual
Pet Sematary
The Endless
The Dark and the Wicked
The Void
The Wretched
Eli
In the Tall Grass
Werewolves
An American Werewolf in London
The Howling
Howl
Ginger Snaps
The Wolf of Snow Hollow
Bad Moon
Wer
Dog Soldiers
Silver Bullet
The Cursed
Vampires
The Lost Boys
Fright Night
Salem’s Lot
30 Days of Night
Nosferatu
From Dusk Till Dawn
A Girl Walks Home Alone at Night
Bran Stoker’s Dracula
I Am Legend
Zombies
Night of the Living Dead
Dawn of the Dead
Day of the Dead
Train to Busan
28 Days Later & 28 Weeks Later
Pontypool
Blood Quantum
Re-Animator
World War Z
Found Footage
Paranormal Activity Franchise
Grave Encounters
V/H/S Franchise
Host
As Above So Below
Hell House, LLC. Franchise
Creep
Spree
Dashcam
Gonjiam Haunted Asylum
Unfriended and Unfriended: Dark Web
The Blair With Project
The Taking of Deborah Logan
Devil’s Pass
Savageland
Apollo 18
The Mirror
Troll Hunter
Lake Mungo
REC / Quarantine
The Bay
The Conspiracy
Cloverfield
Cannibal Holocaust
The Last Exorcism
The Final Prayer (aka Borderlands)
The Tunnel
Willow Creek
The Visit
Ratter
Butterfly Kisses
The Poughkeepsie Tapes
The Den
The Gallows
Psychological
Watcher
1 BR
What Keeps You Alive
Triangle
The Invitation
Super Dark Times
Men
The Rental
Last Night In Soho
Possessor
The Lodge
Midsommar
I’m Thinking of Ending Things
Us
The Invisible Man
The Girl on the Third Floor
It Comes At Night
Split
The Silence of the Lambs
Jacob’s Ladder
The Lighthouse
The Wickerman
Orphan
The Others
Goodnight Mommy
The Killing of a Sacred Dear
Annihilation
Get Out
Session 9
Split
Eraserhead
The Color Out of Space
1922
Things Heard & Seen
Apostle
The Perfection
His House
Cadaver
Hush
Incident in a Ghostland
Coming Home in the Dark
Body Horror/ Gory
The Saw Franchise
The Hostel Franchise
The Green Inferno
Audition
The Collector and The Collection
The Final Destination Franchise
The Belko Experiment
Society
Tusk
Martyrs
Cabin Fever
Videodrome
Raw
The Girl Next Door
Giallo
Tenebrae
Deep Red
Torso
Phenomena
Orgasm I
The Black Belly of the Tarantula
The New York Ripper
StageFright
The Cat O’Nine Tails
Anthologies
Trick r’ Treat
Creepshow I and II
The Mortuary Collection
Body Bags
Cats Eye
Southbound
Family Friendly
Coraline
Paranorman
Corpse Bride
Beetlejuice
The Nightmare Before Christmas
Monster House
Frankenweenie
The Haunted Mansion
Gremlins
Ghostbusters
Little Shop of Horrors
Labyrinth
Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark
Shows
American Horror Story
Creepshow the Series
Slasher
NOS4A2
Channel Zero
The Twilight Zone
Midnight Mass
The Haunting of Bly Manor and The Haunting of Hill House
Castle Rock
Archive 81
Penny Dreadful
Hemlock Grove
Bates Motel
The Devil in Ohio
I’m sure there’s a ton that I missed, so don’t be afraid to reblog and add to the list! Keep in mind that trigger warnings may apply to all of these movies, so feel free to reach out and ask about any in particular. I love to talk horror, so send me your thoughts, questions, etc about any horror stuff! Happy spooky season and stay safe!
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3 out of 4 of my aunt’s husbands died in motor accidents
I’m with my blood and I find I don’t belong anymore
I remember that I never did
I tried so hard to fit in out of survival
But I always pulled a muscle
And I always woke up stiff
I couldn’t pretend to be ok with being hurt
3 out of 4 of my aunt’s husbands died in motor accidents
I think of the time I ran the family truck into our front porch
Ruined the architecture that stood all my life
Upholding the culture of kin
All I could do was laugh
There was no fear or anger
Only adrenaline
3 out of 4 of my aunt’s husbands died in motor accidents
And I thank whatever power that gave me you
We are together in silent understanding
In a state of shock and fear
When we’re alone I coat you in my lip balm
And check in in hushed tones
I’m thankful for your eyes
To see I wasn’t crazy to think it all wrong
Seeing I don’t belong here
And why that’s a good thing
3 out of 4 of my aunt’s husbands died in motor accidents
Three men who marked her purple
One who made her show us all and blame the stairs
Here, we are haunted by serendipity
Something between a blessing and a curse
A hereditary stain that can’t be scrubbed
But you can't you define a pattern
When no two lives are the same
No control group
Just a group desperately grasping for control
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Gimmie Brains - Deranged Myme Crewe
"Hey, girl, you see them bitches over there?”
"Oh, over, yonder? Then lot?"
"Carry'n on over there, by the tree."
"Oh yeah, yeah, i see them"
"I call dibs."
"Bitch, you wasn't even in the converSATION"
"Told you not to be talkin' 'bout snacks in my presence"
Hangin' out at the park, with a collar no leash
pissin on trees, keepin territories
when I saw the hottest hottie hotter than a hot dog
and smarter than a farmer straight outta Harvard
She was a geek ass nerd with big dork glasses
forehead, fivehead, bitch wasn't brain blastless
I thought hard at how to approach, and knowin me
i might freak her out when i start lobotomizing
I tried to saunter over, on all four panting
it was hereditary, no use in ranting
she started checking my collar like she was a vet
before i fell in love, my zombie brain was like "bet"
I jumped on her, and started gnawing on her skull
she hit me with the pepper spray, Seasoning and all
next thing you know, I got her body chillin at my den
slumped and moaning, she's a bore without a brain in
GIMMIE BRAINS
the season for your pumpkin head
GIMMIE GIMMIE BRAINS
the season of giving so give me some head
GIMMIE BRAINS
i take you out and eat you out baby just
GIMMIE BRAINS
baby, just want your BRAINS
Once a red moon, mortal blood goes sour
but on a blood moon, I've got to devour
A vamp bitch could live off on scrapes and licks only
but this new appetite for pulsating brains has torn me
I tried calling up my mortician with his hookup
but all his brains are dead, removed or dried in their head
I tied phoning Süki, but she's cooped up in her den lately
with some brainless veterinarian zoologist lady
Called up a succubi and dusted off my ouijia board
we had a small meeting about who's got brains galore
my lair wasn't haunted enough, the board did jack
and the succubus was all blah blah nag nag nag nag nag
finally I gave up doing this the morally strategic way
and just ordered up some pizza the very next day
jumped the guy and used my fangs like a can opener
and had a 10 inch pepperoni with brains for supper
GIMMIE BRAINS
the season for your pumpkin head
GIMMIE GIMMIE BRAINS
the season of giving so give me some head
GIMMIE BRAINS
i take you out and eat you out baby just
GIMMIE BRAINS
baby, just want your BRAINS
The momen' ya been waitin' fo', VehkTeeri gettin' brains
I been getting sucked off, and this is my refrain
I been getting my dick n ball sucked in many bitches bed
what? wait what the fuck you mean the other kinda head?
Okay, uh, I guess yeah sure, of course I eat brains
It's the base of my diet, they go good in lo mein
But, d'ya know how hard it is to rap about eating brains
to say there's nothin new is an understatement overdue
though, I'm not as hungry for it like Süki
she's a Werebitch but zombie must be in her fam'ly tree
and I'm way to impat'nt to wait for some too
I ain't gonna through all that shit that kayti goes through
but bitch, I live the thriller and preach the zombie slide
I'm a cemetery girl sliding in obituary thighs
I kick down deaths door to fuck like crashing trains
she doesn't even have any organs and I still get brains
GIMMIE BRAINS
the season for your pumpkin head
GIMMIE GIMMIE BRAINS
the season of giving so give me some head
GIMMIE BRAINS
i take you out and eat you out baby just
GIMMIE BRAINS
baby, just want your BRAINS
"You see that?"
"WHAT? BRAINS?”
"Nah, the fuckin' car over there, really nice wheels, yeah?"
"Aw, man, y'all had me excited for a second damn."
"Hah hah, yeah... psst, K, you see that bitch over there?"
"What, by the petrol station?"
"Yeah, huge noggin' on her, eh?"
"OUTTA MY FUCKIN WAY, BRAIN SPOTTED! EY, LEMME GO"
"NAH, YOU ALWAYS FUCKIN EAT ALL OF THE FUCKIN BRAINS 'FORE WE GET ANY, YOU FAT BITCH!"
"FUCK YOU, EY BITCH, LEMME AT THAT LOBE, HO!"
GIMMIE BRAINS
the season for your pumpkin head
GIMMIE GIMMIE BRAINS
the season of giving so give me some head
GIMMIE BRAINS
i take you out and eat you out baby just
GIMMIE BRAINS
baby, just want your BRAINS
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12 Disturbing Horror Movies You Will Never Re-watch
12 Horror Movies So Disturbing, Once is Plenty! These films cross the line with controversial plots and nightmarish scenes. Not for family night.
People really enjoy getting scared, as the enduring popularity of horror movies proves. They're all about giving you unexpected frights, spooky vibes, creepy monsters, and supernatural stuff. But not all horror movies are meant to be a fun ride; some are seriously scary and disturbing. Even die-hard horror fans might find these movies hard to watch.
These films can be disturbing because of their intense violence, lots of blood and gore, controversial themes, or really unsettling images. The scariest ones might make you wonder what the heck the filmmakers were thinking, and you probably won't want to watch them again anytime soon. These super disturbing horror movies are known for their controversial stories and seriously nightmare-inducing scenes. They often spark heated discussions among fans and critics. So, no, they're definitely not your typical feel-good family films.
1. Host (2020)
In 2020, director Rob Savage used Zoom's popularity during the pandemic to create a scary movie called "Host." It was made on a small budget but still managed to be really terrifying. The whole film is shot using webcams, and it's about a group of friends doing an online séance that goes very wrong, bringing a demon into their homes. Savage uses clever tricks to make some seriously scary moments in a movie that's less than an hour long. After watching this, your Zoom meetings will feel a lot spookier.
2. Sinister (2012)
"Sinister" is a seriously scary modern horror movie. Ethan Hawke plays a writer who moves his family into a house where terrible murders happened. He finds creepy Super-8 tapes with murders on them, and there's a freaky demon face that haunts these tapes. It'll give you nightmares!
3. The Witch (2015)
"The Witch," starring Anya Taylor-Joy, is a spooky story set in 17th-century New England. It's about a Puritan family whose baby disappears. They start accusing each other of doing witchcraft. The movie is really dark and creepy, and it uses religious stuff to make it even scarier. It's not a feel-good movie at all. It's like a really scary and evil kind of film.
4. Hereditary (2018)
Ari Aster, a new and impactful horror director, made his mark with "Hereditary." It's about a grieving family dealing with creepy family secrets after their mom dies, thanks to some spooky stuff. This movie from A24 is super scary, full of weird and shocking stuff. Toni Collette's acting is really creepy, especially in a disturbing scene with a nut allergy. It's dark and heavy, not for the faint of heart.
5. The Texas Chain Saw Massacre (1974)
Many people say that modern horror movies are usually scarier, but that's not true for the 1974 film "The Texas Chain Saw Massacre." In this movie, Leatherface and his cannibal family hunt down some hitchhikers, and it gets really gruesome. It was banned in some countries when it first came out because it's so scary and gory. Even today, it's considered one of the scariest movies ever. It's pretty gross and very impressive for its time, but definitely not for people who can't handle intense stuff.
6. Goodnight Mommy (2014)
Goodnight Mommy is a super creepy movie that'll give you the heebie-jeebies. It's about these twin brothers who think their mom isn't really their mom after she gets a face makeover. It's slow but eerie. Be warned, there are some seriously disturbing scenes, and the scary part is that kids are doing the torturing. It goes to some really dark and shocking places.
7. The Innocents (2021)
If you've watched Nordic films, you know they excel in creating spooky atmospheres for really scary movies. In "The Innocents," they take creepy kids doing cruel things to a whole new level. It's unsettling because it's kids being violent, even towards animals. Watch with caution.
8. Mother! (2017)
Mother! is a movie directed by Darren Aronofsky that many people either love or hate. Jennifer Lawrence plays the main character, who lives with her husband in a big old house. When unexpected guests show up, things get really crazy and scary.
The movie is weird all the way through. It uses symbols, weird sounds, and shaky camera shots to tell its strange story. Things get more and more intense, and it ends in a really shocking way that will leave you feeling disturbed and never wanting to watch it again.
9. Speak No Evil (2022)
"Speak No Evil" was one seriously shocking and disturbing movie in 2022, no exaggeration. It's about a Danish family visiting their Dutch holiday friends, and their hospitality takes a seriously creepy turn. The movie starts off weird and keeps getting worse until it reaches a brutal, unbelievable climax. It's all about how dangerous it can be to just go along with things, and it's seriously unsettling with no comforting moments.
10. Noroi: The Curse (2005)
"Noroi: The Curse" is a spooky Japanese movie about a guy named Masafumi who studies weird, scary stuff. He makes a documentary about his scariest case. As he investigates, he meets creepy people and scary things. The movie looks like a documentary and is scarier than "The Blair Witch Project." You don't see the super scary creatures, but it's still really frightening because of the eerie mood, strange characters, and surprising moments. You probably won't want to watch it again!
11. Antichrist (2009)
"Antichrist" by director Lars von Trier is a super intense horror movie about a couple who go to a remote cabin in the woods after their child dies. But things get really crazy, with lots of violent and sexual stuff, all mixed up with their sadness. People either love it or think it's mean to women. If you're new to von Trier's films, be cautious.
12. Ichi the Killer (2001)
"Ichi the Killer" is a crazy Japanese movie directed by Takashi Miike. It's about yakuza gangsters trying to find their boss who stole a lot of money. They meet a very violent guy named Kakihara and a weird martial artist named Ichi. This movie is famous for being super gory and messed up. If you watch it once, you probably won't want to watch it again.
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Halloween and the Good News of the Gospel
“No curse can touch Jacob; no magic has any power against Israel.” -Numbers 23:23
"I saw Satan fall from heaven like lightning!” -Jesus (Lk 10:18)
“Laugh at the Enemy” -Martin Luther
Every October 31st, I am reminded to laugh, throw a party, eat too many goodies all in the light of the goodness of the gospel of Jesus that triumphed over devils, dourness and do-betterism.
It's the time of year that I come to the realization that too many Christians still live under the law. I see it clearly in the way people start getting the jitters, begin judging or feel compelled to justify themselves during Halloween. Christians hiding their love of spooky things, the constant rebranding of everything that has a hint of frivolity and frankenstein. The constant plungering of churchianity as it frantically seeks to unclog our culture of anything it perceives to be too worldly or wicked.
There's an underpinning of anxiety and overtheshoulderism that haunts people who are living lives under the all seeing Eye of Sauron instead of the glorious grace of Christ. They are frightened by people without and people within the church having been whackamoled into submission to false ideas of sanctification and God honoring. They are less witnesses of the good news of Jesus and more testimonies of the terrors of hyper-fundi relgiouscity.
It’s a fascinating time to observe the conflicted and the condemning nature of so much of evangelicalism. This amazes me, in light of the fact that the reformation produced evangelicalism and that reform struck a pretty hefty blow to boogieman of superstition, man-pleasing and suffocating legalism. How could the sons and daughters of the likes of reformers like Martin Luther become so thin-skinned, pensively paranoid and hyper-guilty? When did bold and courageous freedom get exchanged for knee-jerk judgmentalism, persnickety piousness and cranky christianity?
One thing that Luther surely helped restore was the gift of satire and laughter to an institution that had grown so pompous and exalted in it’s own eyes, that it took a jolly, jesting, farting Monk to poke holes in its inflated ego. Luther’s antics, extremes and scathing hilarity helped dethrone saintly sourpussness and helped spring saints from their prisons of dead religious tradition and the heat lamp of breathless self-examination and self-loathing.
Martin Luther said: “A poor man, entangled in sin, death and hell, can not hear anything more comforting than this precious, dear message of Christ. His heart must laugh deeply and become joyful about it...Sadness is hereditary to us, and the devil is the spirit of sadness, but God is the spirit of joy, who saves us."
One of the main things that should be celebrated by those who have discovered the gospel is the joy of the defeat of Satan. Believers can be bold in their laughter, because Christ has set us free from the fear of death and evil!
“Since the children have flesh and blood, he too shared in their humanity so that by his death he might break the power of him who holds the power of death—that is, the devil— and free those who all their lives were held in slavery by their fear of death.” -Hebrews 2:14-15
We have nothing to fear! Not the devil, Hell, Judgment for our sins or the tribunal of other people’s religious troubles, trifles and tantrums. Christ triumphed over all of them and set us free to live lives full of righteous liberty, festival and frivolity as only people set free from sin and death can.
“And you, who were dead in your trespasses and the uncircumcision of your flesh, God made alive together with him, having forgiven us all our trespasses, by canceling the record of debt that stood against us with its legal demands. This he set aside, nailing it to the cross. He disarmed the rulers and authorities and put them to open shame, by triumphing over them through the cross.” -Colossians 2:13-15
Evangelicals always seem to have to find a reason to justify having fun, as if God is not the author of laughter, giggles and the creator of all our toe-tingling endorphin pleasures. At the root of the problem is we don't truly believe the gospel. We believe we are saved by what we do or don't do or ‘how well’ we do it. We claim Jesus is Lord of heaven and earth and that according to Jesus "the prince of this world was cast out" (jn 12:31) but then live in superstitious fear and missional anxiety about days, foods and a host of other things.
Colossians 2: 16,20-21
“So don’t let anyone stand in judgment over you and dictate what you should eat or drink, what festivals you should celebrate, or how you should observe a new moon or Sabbath days...You have died with Christ, and he has set you free from the spiritual powers of this world. So why do you keep on following the rules of the world, such as, “Don’t handle! Don’t taste! Don’t touch!”?
To sum it up, Christ has set us free from the hamster wheel of trying to gain acceptance with God by being good enough or not bad enough. We have died to that way of life and have been born again into an abundant life of pardon, piety and pleasure!
“...if righteousness could be gained through the law, Christ died for nothing!" -Galatians 2:21
Such a path leads not to ungodliness but to Godwardness that produces people consumed with the wonders of Christ not swamp of self-introspection of brother bashing.
But unfortunately not everyone really understands the ‘good news’ of the gospel and many are still living in the shadows of a great deliverance, thinking they are still slaves to religious systems, the hammer of a distorted sin consciousness and fear of devils, destinies and diets!
1 Corinthians 8:4-7 “So, what about eating meat that has been offered to idols? Well, we all know that an idol is not really a god and that there is only one God. There may be so-called gods both in heaven and on earth, and some people actually worship many gods and many lords. But for us: There is one God, the Father, by whom all things were created, and for whom we live. And there is one Lord, Jesus Christ, through whom all things were created, and through whom we live. 7 However, not all believers know this.
Luther said:
"Laugh at the enemy and find someone to whom you can talk... or drink more, or make a joke, some merriment or any other joyful thing. Sometimes one must drink more, play, make merriment and even risk a sin during all this, in order to show abhorrence and disdain to the devil, so that he is not given any opportunity to make a thing of conscience out of small matters...If only I had something like an obvious sin, just in order to annoy the devil, so that he realises that I do not recognise, and am not conscious of, any sin!"
I know that reading that paragraph almost seemed sacrilegious to some still in the grip of the law and under the heel of a religious spirit that has them pinned to the ground in fear of fragile faith. They still think they are their own saviors and that their right standing with God is based on their own works instead of the grace of God. They think freedom is a licence to sin, which in reality just exposes the false front of righteousness that hides their own lurking lusts inside. The law exposes and punishes sin, it doesn't liberate or loose you from it. Often those who wail the loudest against sin or the dangers of it are the one’s in it’s grip the most. They see evil all around because their religious mindset is rooted in justification by performance and pacification of other people’s courts of conscience instead of the mercy and love of God.
“Don’t let anyone condemn you by insisting on pious self-denial or the worship of angels, saying they have had visions about these things. Their sinful minds have made them proud, and they are not connected to Christ, the head of the body. For he holds the whole body together with its joints and ligaments, and it grows as God nourishes it.” -Colossians 2:18-19
Paul goes on to discuss how to navigate people and their issues, their lack of knowledge about the full freedom of the gospel and how to know what to ‘keep to yourself and God” and what to refuse to ever submit to for the gospel’s sake. (Romans 14:9-10,14,22-23, 1 Corinthians 8:9-12 and Galatians 2:5).
We are called to love other people because love is higher than law, but true love, does it’s best to help others understand the beauty and benefit of the Gospel of Jesus.
That means love might look outrageously obnoxious at times for the sake of the truth. It means freedom may call on you to laugh at the very things that pretend to exert such terror among us. Love may trespass where others cringe in perpetual deference to everyone else's neurotic religiosity.
So this Halloween, let’s dare to laugh at the devil and all his lies. Let the celebration of Christ and His glorious gospel drown out all the barking, clucking and snorting of those who seem to be heralds of humorless holiness and the joyless Jesus of dogooderism.
"If you are moody, you shall remember that the Father now smiles at you.” -Martin Luther
Now go throw the best Halloween or Holywhatchamacallit party your pagan or pious friends have ever experienced and do it all for the glory of God!
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Hi Yah Yah. I hope you are well. I absolutely love reading your work on your site. You've inspired me to read more horror and even given me the motivation to get back into writing. I was just wondering how do you gather inspiration and also do you have any horror literature/films recommendations for a newbie? Wishing you lots of happiness and success x
GOH, THIS IS SWEET! Congrats on continuing your writing and reading journey!
I really gather inspiration from things all around me, media and the such! It’s sort of hard to describe exactly when inspiration strikes, but it’s best to just remain observant!
Some horror literature and films that inspire me / that I would recommend to any new horror fan are,
LITERATURE
as with all literature, please check for content warnings! i can only list what i remember!
Beloved by Toni Morrison ( tw for sexual assault, it’s a tough read, but super essential imo)
The Silence of the Lambs by Thomas Harris ( tw for transmisogyny, please do all the reading about the book you can do before you get into it!)
Rosemary’s Baby by Ira Levin ( tw sexual assault )
The Haunting of Hill House by Shirley Jackson
Books of Blood Vol. 1-3 by Clive Barker
The Yellow Wallpaper by Charlotte Perkins Gilman
The Vegetarian by Han Kang
House of Leaves by Mark Z. Danielewski
My Best Friend’s Exorcism by Grady Hendrix
The Between by Tananarive Due
Lovecraft Country by Matt Ruff
Shiver: Short Story Collection by Junji Ito
Uzumaki by Junji Ito
When I Arrived at the Castle by Emily Carrol
Through the Woods by Emily Carrol
Twelve Nights at Rotter House by J.W. Ocker
Perfume by Patrick Suskind
FILMS
Invisible Man (2020)
His House (2020)
Midsommar (2019)
Us (2019)
Cam (2018)
A Quiet Place (2018)
Annihilation (2018)
Hereditary (2018)
Get Out! (2017)
Blair Witch (2016)
Train to Busan (2016)
The Gallows (2015)
The Vvitch (2015)
The Taking of Deborah Logan (2014)
Goodnight, Mommy (2014)
It Follows (2014)
A Girl Walks Alone at Night (2014)
The Babadook (2014)
We Are What We Are (2013)
Stoker (2013)
Excision (2012)
V/H/S (2012)
Helter Skelter (2012)
American Mary (2012)
You’re Next (2011)
Black Swan (2010)
Jennifer’s Body (2009)
The Blair Witch Project (1999)
Possession (1981)
Ganja & Hess (1973)
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Little Witch - Part 16
The Darkling x Reader
'It's work-related Baghra, I'm not here because I miss you'
'Then get to it.' She snapped and walked around you, settling in her seat by the fire.
'How is Alina getting along?'
'Like a wounded animal' You sighed. As much as you hated the woman, she had a knack for training Grisha and always succeeded so this wasn't good.
'How bad is it?'
'She can't light a doorway on her own without Aleksander clutching her wrist.'
'Surely she's not that weak. Maybe you're just losing your touch'
'Get out.' She snapped.
'The Fete is 2 weeks away, it would do you well to make sure she doesn't embarrass herself' You let a subtle threat slip into your words but in reality, you couldn't touch Baghra, Aleksander forbade it himself.
'Or else what? You'll wrap my own shadows around my neck and wring me to death?'
'Perhaps.'
'Foolish girl. You have a pretty face but deep down you are uglier than the Black Heretic himself.' Baghra always seemed to have a paramount of new insult ready to throw your way.
'Well isn't it lucky that I share a bed with him'
'You are absurd'
'Only the best of us are.' With that, you left the blistering heat and made your way back into the palace, your mind drifting back to your first ever encounter with Baghra.
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'You'll train with Baghra' General Kirigan said as you awkwardly stood in your lavish suite, feeling the ill-fitting Tidemaker kefta weighing heavily on your shoulders.
'I can fight already there's no need' You didn't want to be here, you wanted to go back to your regiment in the First-Army and sleep on an uncomfortable cot surrounded by your friends. The Palace reminded you too much of your old family home to the point of it making you uneasy.
'Not that kind of training' As handsome as the General was, you didn't let yourself succumb to his looks or that faint smile, even if it did erupt small butterflies in your body. Don't trust him.
'Do I have to wear this coat?' It was the first time you'd put it on and although it was very well made, you didn't think it suited you.
'That's your uniform from now on I'm afraid.' He gestured to his own black kefta. It was magnificent.
At the time, you hadn't yet known you could possess more than one Grisha power, but that was about to change really soon as he led you down the narrow steps leading to a hut.
It was nestled deep in the Palace gardens, and you longed for the same privacy. It wasn't anything like the Little Palace with its dull exterior and homely interior. But the heat, oh the heat, it was scalding. You fiddled with the kefta belt and buttons, tugging the thick coat off of you as you looked around, awaiting the woman the General referred to as Baghra.
'Hello?' You folded the blue coat over the back of a chair, feeling too awkward to sit down.
'You must be the Elemental, child you stick out like a sore thumb' An old woman appeared in the doorway. Her hair was graying and her clothes looked worn.
'An- wha- elemental?' You tested the words on your tongue, were you not a Grisha?
'Sit.' You did as you were told as she sat opposite you, leaning forward and having a good look at you.
'I've only ever met one of you, you're very rare'
'What am I' The urgency in your voice was strong.
'You take powers from other Grisha. You don't have any of your own.'
'So I'm not a Grisha. Why am I here then?' You scoffed.
'Just because you can't conjure up on your own doesn't mean you are not Grisha'
'I don't want to be here.'
'You've made that quite obvious.'
The room stilled as you thought about which questions to ask next.
'Is it hereditary?'
'Most likely. One doesn't don't know they are an Elemental until they touch a Grisha who is conjuring, hence why you're so rare. There's no test for it.'
'I don't fit in'
'No. You don't.' At least the old woman agreed. 'But don't let that be the reason you flock to change. There are those out there that would kill to have you in their ranks.' She eyed you again, a hidden meaning in her words that you couldn't decipher.
'I can be more than just a Tidemaker?'
'You can be much more, but only if you know how to control it.' She gripped your wrist suddenly, and a weird feeling spread through you, much like the one when General Kirigan touched you. It was like a rush of calm and surety.
'You have potential, a lot of it.'
'How are you going to train me if you've only ever known one of me?' You didn't mean to sound as harsh as you did, but you were growing impatient.
'Grisha science is simple child, even for those who come from Merzost.'
'Merzost?'
'Maybe in due time, Y/N. Maybe then I'll explain.'
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She never explained it, never mentioned it to Aleksander, never taught you properly. She held you back constantly and consistently. It was only when you left and almost died did you learn the true reason behind your kind and it still made you apprehensive.
You had yet to dabble in Merzost yourself even though your whole being came from it. You had felt drawn to it sure, but you understood that there was always a price to pay. Like Aleksander with the Fold, or Ilya when he created the amplifiers. You weren't willing to satisfy that silent thirst just yet if it meant sacrificing something dear to you.
The Palace was swimming in life right now despite the brutally cold air. The children had just finished school for the day and were running around playing in the snow while the Summoners were practicing on their grounds. It was nice to hear their laughs and content conversations, a stark contrast to the life you led a mere month ago.
The Little Palace wasn't perfect, but it was the sanctuary Grisha needed and you took pride in the fact that you helped achieve that. Aleksander may have done the bulk of the work, but you put blood, sweat and tears into ensuring that all kinds of Grisha felt safe in Ravka.
You watched as the young Tidemakers used all their might to break through the thick layers of ice on the lake. They worked in unison and in silence as the water shot up and behaved as if it were their puppet and they controlled the strings.
'Reminiscing?' Aleksander appeared at your side in his dramatic black cape.
'When I first came to the Palace, I truly thought I would be stuck as a Tidemaker forever' You laughed at your childish insolence.
'What's so wrong with being a Tidemaker?'
'Hmmm, maybe the fact that East Ravka is land-locked?'
'We have a lake' He pointed out with an amused grin. 'How is Alina?' He changed the topic.
'Your mother is doubtful'
'Isn't she always' His eyebrow raised in a sign of annoyance.
'Claims Alina cannot do anything without an amplifier by her side.'
'She's holding back.'
'Alina or Baghra?'
'Both.' You turned away from him, returning your gaze to the Tidemakers.
'You think she's up to something?'
'When is she not up to something, I fear your return has made her antsy.' You couldn't help but let out a giggle.
'Baghra is unnerved by me, my life goal is complete.'
'She thinks you corrupt me.'
'Does she know it is the other way around?' You mused and took hold of his hand, the action hidden behind his cape.
'I'm offended Ms.Y/L/N. I was under the impression we are both as bad as the other.' He squeezed your hand back, the cool silver ring pressing against your skin. You shivered, cursing yourself for not bringing a cape.
'I think I have to go back in' You said as you watched your breath leave in a cloud of fog.
'I think that's best.' He gave your hand one last tight squeeze and let go, leaving a brief kiss against your temple. You watched the elegant sway of the black material as he made his way to Baghra's hut.
You ran back to the warmth of the indoors and requested a food tray be brought back to your chambers while you dealt with stationing new Grisha around the camps. It was tedious and boring but once you got this done, the rest of the day was yours to do whatever you wished. The library was calling your name, but so was the banya. You had spent so much time in the Little Palace covered in mounds of work you completely forgot to enjoy yourself.
As you signed the last station order, you leaned back into your chair with a sigh and sipped the rest of the kvas in your glass. It wasn't even dinner time yet but you found yourself stifling a yawn. Your mind wandered to Aleksander for the umpteenth time that day. Why did he go to Baghra?
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His steps were loud as he descended the stairs into the main part of the hut. Baghra was still sitting in her chair from her previous talk with Y/N when she heard the door squeal open.
'Mother.' His voice echoed throughout the small building alongside the crackling of the fire.
'Have you come to ask about your Sun-Summoner? if so then the Witch has already beat you to it'
'Don't call her that, she's your Deputy now'
'I will call that brat whatever I please.'
'Baghra, I am warning you.' He didn't care for her petty games.
'Do you not see her for what she is Aleksander? She hasn't changed. You cannot go back from the atrocities she has committed.'
'Have you forgotten who I am, who we are?' He spat through his teeth.
'But you have a cause Aleksander, she craves power for the simple reason of it being addictive.'
Baghra had tried to reason with her son countless times about the girl. She pleaded with him when he'd first given himself to her, she's a monster, she will ruin you.
'I have shown you so much mercy Mother, am I not kind enough to you? Must you curse the woman I love?'
'Love is foolish my son and it never got you anywhere. She is trouble, let her go.'
'You would be an amazing court jester' He laughed and sat down beside her leaning in closer 'I am an arm's length away from finding the stag and when I do, the sun-summoner will be at our disposal and Ravka will be ours.'
'The stag is fictional. A myth. You are wasting your time.'
'If a Sun-Summoner walks amongst us, a magical stag isn't in the least a doubtful tale.'
'I'll believe it when I see it. Besides, your biggest worry right now is getting rid of the plague that haunts this Palace.'
'And what would that be, do enlighten me, mother.'
'The woman who came in here earlier bragging about sharing your bed.' Aleksander's heart leaped in his chest. She wasn't ashamed to admit it.
He leaned in closer to his mother, taking her worn hand into his.
'I suggest you find a way to get over your hatred for Y/N before it's too late. Nobody disrespects the Queen and gets away with it'
He got up and made his way to the door, ignoring the look of fury on his mother's face. He was too far away to hear her whisper;
'My boy, you will never get either of those things as long as I live.'
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atlas heart || part 25
a/n : so sorry it took so long getting this update out !! i had a disgusting amount of work to do and i really was not doing anything else for a few days -- i really hope you like it!! pls lmk what you think about things now that jimin (and we) know everything! its gonna get,,,, i wanna say messy but messys not even enough to cover how messy its gonna get
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Jimin can’t remember the last time he’d closed his eyes for more than a few minutes. Time goes by so fast these days that he’s partially convinced he’s been falling asleep and not realizing it. The hours between class and dinner every day are spent in the library, his headphones shoved into his ears haphazardly while he tunnel visions onto what’s been in the back of his mind since the beginning of the year.
Those spare hours had turned into days and days into weeks -- weekends where he doesn’t even glance at his phone, unaware of the growing concern of his friends. It’s almost May now, the chill of early spring having melted away around him without him realizing. His schoolwork stopped being a priority ages ago, and he knows his grades are really taking the hit for it. He vaguely remembers Namjoon confronting him one night some time ago -- a week? Two weeks ago? -- but he can’t for the life of him recall the contents of that conversation. Something about hating to play the ‘prefect card’, but having no choice. He doesn’t even know if he’s still on the quidditch team. It doesn’t matter -- nothing matters when seeing everything with the perspective he’s got now.
Practically buried in scrolls and books, Jimin could care less about the time and the fact that he’s very obviously breaking curfew right now -- the library’s been empty for hours now, and the light outside the window has well past faded into pitch black darkness. He had to hide from Pince around 10pm, barely managing to catch the click of the librarian’s heels through the music blasting in his headphones to keep him concentrated -- it’s a miracle that she hadn't caught him, really. He’d never be able to focus properly back in his room, not when he’s this close to putting the pieces together.
It’s there, right there, everything scattered in his brain. He knows it’s sitting right in front of him, he can feel himself trying to hyperfocus on anything that can blatantly tell him what he needs to know. Flipping through the pages of a book with one hand and shuffling through scrolls with his other, he glances down at a scrap of paper with his own handwriting, chicken-scratch on a ripped up piece of parchment for him to refer back to every few minutes. There, in black ink, the words ‘vampire’ and ‘veela’ are written and then, later, crossed out. There’s one below it -- ‘maledictus’ -- that remains uncrossed and haunts his every thought.
For the better half of the week, he’d spent his nights scouring the bookshelves for any text he could find on blood malediction -- there isn’t much to show for his efforts. Too rare a condition to have any extensive research done, he could barely manage to put together a few measly scrolls and one book with less than a full chapter on the subject. Sighing heavily, Jimin leans back in his chair, rubbing at his temples while he reconsiders the information for what feels like the hundredth time.
It fits the fact that she has a blood condition… but it’s not right. There’s no mention of a potion or even of regularly experiencing sickness. Y/n is in the Hospital Wing like once a month. There wouldn’t be anything Pomfrey or Hoseok could do to help her if she was a maledictus…
He considers that maybe those things are part of blood malediction and that there just isn’t enough documentation for him to verify it. But there’s something nagging at him, telling him this isn’t right. He thinks back over everything he knows, trying to pull up the major details that could help him finally get some sleep. Ignoring the fact that he very well could doze off, even with his loud ass music, he lets his eyes close so he can think. It takes a few minutes, but eventually he’s sitting up in his seat, eyes wide as he recalls something said to him almost months ago, forgotten amidst everything else on his mind.
“What’s the deal with your roommate, Tae?”
“Who, Stephen?”
“No, not fuckin’ Stephen -- Jungkook!”
“Well, how the hell was I supposed to know?”
“Because Stephen doesn’t look at me like I’m the bane of his existence.”
“Yeah… I don’t know what you did to make Jeon Jungkook hate you, but it must have be serious--”
“Just tell me what you know about him, Tae.”
“I mean… nothing crazy, really -- an only child, comes from old money. Probably as old as the Malfoys or the Potters. His family’s the purest of purebloods. And always Gryffindors, just like the Malfoys are always Slytherins. It’s kind of nuts, having a family history like that.”
Jimin stumbles out of his chair, already making his way down the aisles of bookshelves, almost crazed with concentration.
Purest of purebloods -- there’s not a single pureblood family that isn’t documented in a registry… registry… regis-- aha!
Turning down an aisle designated for family registries dating back centuries, he scans the shelves at a lightening speed, finally coming to a halt in front of a tome titled Gryffindor Legacies. Hauling it from the shelf, he doesn’t even bother returning to his table, taking a seat right there on the floor.
Flipping straight to the back to search for the family name, he locates it easily and heads to appropriate page. Searching the family tree down generations, it takes him several pages of flipping through Jungkook’s ancestors’ lives to finally get to his parents. They’re the most recent entry -- new editions of the book are printed with each new generation, the original, handwritten copy belonging to the respective families. It’s an inefficient system for sure, but Jimin’s not exactly complaining when he’s the one benefiting directly.
Scanning the page, from the birth of his mother -- Jeon Eunha -- to her school days, from her marriage to his father all the way to Jungkook’s birth. Jimin expects the next part to follow the same structure of his mother’s story, recounting his childhood, but it diverges from that almost immediately with some extra lines that he almost feels don’t exist in the original copy at the Jeon family residence.
Not long after the birth of their first and only child, they were met with circumstances leading to the adoption and care of another, the recently orphaned infant girl, Y/n Y/l/n. In her days at Hogwarts, young Eunha had become friends with a female Ravenclaw student, who had a noticeably sickly pallor about her at all times. She was to become her closest lifelong friend. The same night in which Y/l/n was to give birth to her first child, she and her husband met an untimely fate in the form of a violent animal attack in the backyard of their own home. The Jeon family were the first to arrive at the premises, deciding immediately to take in the infant child and raise her alongside their own son. Not much else is known about the girl, only that she and the Jeon heir were to become inseparable.
Jimin stares down at the page, unblinking. There’s a lot of information to process, but the things that stand out most to him are the fact that Y/n’s mother was also apparently afflicted with the same illness as Y/n, and --
‘Violent animal attack’? I knew the car accident thing was bullshit, but… did her mom not even die in childbirth? Why would she not tell me… there’s nothing suspicious about an animal atta--
Almost like his brain has started to short-circuit after the long nights and lack of sleep, Jimin’s thoughts are gone instantly, replaced by the mental image of a book sitting not a even a few aisles away, on a table littered with all of the information he’d ever needed in the first place. He’s completely incapable of registering anything around him as he races back to his table, his mind flipping incomprehensibly between the information in front of him and all of the pieces of his memories, details that make too much sense in this moment to match anything but this one conclusion.
Most Muggles, however, will die from the extent of their injuries… all known instances of Muggle attacks have been portrayed in the media as ‘animal attacks’ so as to preserve the secrecy of the wizarding world…
Given the extent of the available research and data, collected almost entirely from male subjects afflicted with lycanthropy, not much is known about the hereditary components related to a female werewolf. Therefore, it is unknown if a pregnant female werewolf's transformations would affect the ability to carry the pregnancy to term…
Without any humans nearby to attack, or other animals to occupy it, the werewolf will attack itself out of frustration…
“My mom died in childbirth and my dad… just a… just a freak accident you know, no one’s fault or anything…”
Because werewolves only pose a danger to humans, companionship with animals whilst transformed has been known to make the experience more bearable as the werewolf has no-one to harm and will be less willing to harm themselves…
“You want to talk about forbidden, Jeon? Let’s talk about your illegal animagus status-”
The way one must imbibe it is very unique among potions, in that a goblet full of wolfsbane potion must be taken each day for a week preceding the full moon…
“…you know how long it takes me to make a full set of vials for you. I barely have enough to make it last 3 days…”
The monthly transformation of a werewolf is extremely painful if untreated and is usually preceded and succeeded by a few days of pallor and ill health…
“He was lowkey carrying her down the stairs… she looked kinda sick actually…”
Throwing scrolls behind him without care as he searches for the one with the final detail, he pulls his phone out when he finds it -- a book listing all of the recorded moon cycles for over a century. Jamming his thumb down on the icon that’ll take him to his search engine and typing with blind panic, he finds himself yanking out his headphones by the cord with one sharp tug when the answer flashes back at it him on the screen, and he realizes that almost all of the pieces are in place.
The quidditch match against Slytherin -- it was the night before a full moon.
“No, no… no, no, no, this can’t be right. This isn’t happening, this can’t be right, she can’t be--” Jimin remembers the text he’d sent to her almost 8 hours ago, sitting unanswered, and he moves without thinking. Slamming his hands down on either side of the moon cycle record, he flips frantically to the cycle for this current month, April of 1978. What he sees there has his heart dropping out of his chest.
“Next week? It’s next week? But that means she’d have to be feeling the effects of it this wee--” He’s cut off by the feeling of his phone buzzing in his pocket, and he reaches for it almost desperately. It’s Y/n, finally responding to his concerned texts with nothing more than a single line. His blood turns to ice when he reads it.
I’m fine, just feeling under the weather.
--
When Jimin bursts through the door of Dumbledore’s office just past 3am, the headmaster’s already seated at his desk, evidently waiting for him. He’s donning a light blue robe with a matching sleeping cap perched delicately on his head, suggesting to Jimin that he’d somehow woken up knowing he was soon to greet a guest. All of the panic invading Jimin’s body is masked just slightly by guilt, only now realizing how late it is and how intrusive he must seem in this moment.
“Mister Park, you certainly are out quite a bit past curfew, no?” Jimin stands in the doorway cradling all of the scrolls and books he’d been hoarding the last few weeks -- he can’t very well have left a huge pile of evidence back in the library. It would have taken no time at all for someone to look through it and see there were connections everywhere to lycanthropy, even if he himself had been blind to it for so long.
“... Park? Mister Park?” Jimin jumps, lifting his tired eyes to meet Dumbledore’s concerned ones. The man continues once he’s got Jimin’s attention. “Surely, you must need something from me, or you wouldn’t appear so…” He doesn’t finish his sentence. He doesn’t need to. Jimin’s aware of the state he’s in -- the dark rings under his eyes, his ruffled clothes and hair, the way he’s holding his books like he needs to protect them with his life. He looks unhinged. He feels unhinged.
Realizing he has absolutely no idea how to approach the subject of a potential werewolf at Hogwarts with the school’s very headmaster, Jimin decides to start by moving toward the chair in front of Dumbledore’s desk.
Maybe I just need to sit down and take a deep breath. That should help--
He doesn’t even make it two steps before one of the many books he’s holding crashes to the floor between them, falling open to the page he’d stuck a pencil in to save his spot. The moon cycle for April of 1978 stares back up at him, and when he flicks his gaze up to peer at Dumbledore, he sees the headmaster’s expression has hardened with caution.
“Professor--”
“Have a seat, Mister Park.” Jimin’s heart lodges in his throat at Dumbledore’s tone, never having heard such a sharp edge to the kind man’s voice. He moves to the chair, setting the obnoxious amount of research haphazardly in his lap. His eyes will only go so far as the top of Dumbledore’s desk, unable to bring himself to meet the man’s eyes.
“Sir, I… need to ask you something.” When he isn’t granted a response, he swallows hard, pushing forward. “If there were to be a student at Hogwarts with a… peculiarity of sorts… how would you go about dealing with that?”
“How would I deal with what, Mister Park?”
“That student.”
“I’m not quite sure I know what you mean.” Jimin lifts his eyes then, confused, but he’s met with a deliberately ignorant smile.
“Sir?” Dumbledore’s smile, albeit strained, only widens.
“I think you may be suffering from a lack of sleep, Mister Park. There are no students at Hogwarts with any peculiarities, as you call it.” Jimin stares suspiciously up at him, knowing Dumbledore can tell that Jimin doesn’t for a second believe that claim. Breaking eye contact, he glances down at his lap, trying to figure out how to keep this conversation going. Trying to figure out why he’s even here.
Jimin looks down at himself and the pile of incriminating evidence, cursing his idiocy when he realizes just how bad this situation must look. A student out of bed way past curfew, barging into the headmaster’s office holding weeks of research and making outrageous claims about a potentially dangerous student. And he’s a Ravenclaw no less.
Shit. He probably thought I was some nosy little fucker trying to expose her and get her expelled.
Knowing that he’s risking a lot by being straightforward, he takes a single deep breath and meets Dumbledore’s eyes, his own filled with determination.
“Sir, I know about Y/n Y/l/n, and I know you do, too. I need to know how to take care of her. I need to know how to help her. I need you to tell me what to do because, to be honest with you, I’m freaking out.” The way Dumbledore’s examining him as he speaks tells Jimin that he’s right, but more importantly, it tells Jimin that Dumbledore hadn’t been expecting him to want to help.
“That is a very serious accusation you’re making, Mister Park, especially in this political climate. Very serious.” Jimin doesn’t waver when he responds.
“I know, sir. That’s why you’re the only one I’ve made it to. Because I need your help. Because I know you can help.” Dumbledore narrows his eyes, peering at Jimin over the tops of his half-moon spectacles.
“Have you considered the fact that just you knowing this information at all has placed Miss Y/l/n in more danger than she’s already in?” As soon as the words leave Dumbledore’s mouth, Jimin’s heart is stopping in his chest. All the times that Hoseok and Jungkook had told him to mind his business come rushing back, and he feels himself becoming sick to his stomach. Of course it’s more dangerous for her now that he knows -- he’d been too selfish to even think it through, too nosy for his own good. He had done all this to try to understand her, to try to be a better friend who can help when she needs it, but it’s all bullshit. Everything he thought he had done for her sake had actually been for his. For him and his stupid curiosity.
Lifting his head as a thought comes to mind, Jimin doesn’t even think twice before speaking.
“Can you erase my memories?” The headmaster’s eyebrows fly to his hairline, his expression becoming amused as Jimin continues rambling. “Can’t you obliviate me or something? Wouldn’t that be the best way for me to help her? Wait… but do you have to erase everything I know about her -- will I still know her? Can you make sure I still know her? I really like her! I don’t like Hoseok or Jungkook very much -- they kind of scare me -- but I like her! I don’t want to forget her, but also if me knowing that she’s a werewolf is only going to cause her more trouble, then I really think you should make me forget--” Dumbledore lifts his hand calmly, effectively silencing a frantic Jimin.
“Have you always had such a one-track mind, Mister Park?” Jimin smiles weakly, offering a half-joking response.
“It’s my only redeeming Ravenclaw quality…” Dumbledore chuckles before scratching at his forehead with a heavy sigh.
“Unfortunately -- and I do truly mean that -- I cannot erase a student’s memories. So, you and I will need to continue this difficult conversation.” Jimin considers the man’s words, knowing that it really would be better for everyone if he had his mind wiped clean and hating that he’d unknowingly put Y/n even more in harm’s way. He looks up when Dumbledore sighs again.
“Mister Park, you do understand that you are strictly forbidden from informing anyone else of this situation, yes?” When Jimin nods immediately, opening his mouth to assure the man that he wouldn’t say a word, Dumbledore only shakes his head. “No, Mister Park, I’m not sure you really understand. This situation is infinitely more complicated than you could ever imagine, so it is absolutely imperative that you keep this information to yourself.” Jimin blinks, unsure what’s meant by ‘infinitely more complicated’, but he nods again.
“I’ve put her in enough danger just by being here, Sir -- I’m not breathing a word of this to anyone.” Dumbledore examines him a moment longer, essentially staring into Jimin’s soul to gauge his trustworthiness. Eventually he nods, leaning back in his chair.
“What advice would you like me to give you, Mister Park?” Jimin stays silent, thinking hard about any way that he can make Y/n’s life easier, especially after all the trouble he’s caused up to now. His mind flashes back to the conversation he’d overheard in the library. He opens his mouth slowly, choosing his words with care.
“Sir… how does a student that isn’t even taking Potions know how to brew the wolfsbane potion? Isn’t it nearly impossible?” Jimin sees Dumbledore’s eyes flicker with recognition, and the headmaster responds cautiously.
“…If that student isn’t taking any kind of Potions course at all, they’d need to already be an expert from having dedicated all their studies to the art of potionmaking. They would also need an immense amount of private mentoring, even if they are taking Potions. We do not teach the wolfsbane potion in the curriculum. As I’m sure you can imagine, it wouldn’t fare well in these times…” Jimin squints, putting the pieces together quickly in his mind.
“And where would a student like that find this kind of… private mentoring?” The headmaster hums at Jimin’s question, peering down at him with knowing eyes.
“Well, Mister Park, if you wish to receive mentoring on much… safer forms of potionmaking, I’m sure Professor Slughorn would be happy to help you. However, if you are asking me about Mister Jung Hoseok of Slytherin House, and if you are wondering just how he became capable of caring for Miss Y/l/n at the young age of 13, well… you’re looking at his mentor.”
--
When Jimin leaves Dumbledore’s office almost an hour later, he feels like his head is going to explode. The nights of sleeplessness seem to also have come rushing back to him at once, and he’s not sure if he’s going to collapse first from the exhaustion or from the weight of everything he knows now. For a moment, he considers that maybe he really should ask someone to erase his memories -- Jungkook or Hoseok, perhaps.
Yeah, I’m sure they’d absolutely love to do me that favor.
Dragging his feet as he trudges down the corridor in the direction of Ravenclaw tower, Jimin stops short at a window when movement down by the Black Lake catches his eye. Almost as if thinking about them has caused them to materialize before him, Jimin watches the silhouette of Jung Hoseok stroll casually down by the shoreline, followed not long after by Jeon Jungkook racing toward him, a body perched precariously on his back. It’s not hard to see that Y/n’s clinging weakly to him as he runs, her arms wrapped around his shoulders as he keeps his hands hooked under her knees. Jimin can see that she’s got a gown on from the Hospital Wing, and it’s obvious that Jungkook and Hoseok have snuck her out from under Madam Pomfrey’s stern supervision.
They head for the Forbidden Forest, Y/n reaching back for Hoseok when Jungkook passes him. She beckons him forward, and Jimin watches as the three of them disappear together into the trees. He sighs deeply when he can no longer see them, muttering to himself under his breath as he makes his way to his room, overcome with extreme guilt at the entire situation.
“You’ve really gone and done it now, you fucking idiot.”
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Re: your post about being an extremely picky horror fan. What kind of horror do you like, are there any particular movies/shows/etc that you recommend, which do you personally enjoy? My sister's husband really likes horror and the three of us have been watching a lot of classic horror movies, since I hadn't previously watched ANY horror movies, but I find that most of them just kind of fall flat. The only one that I can really say I truly liked was Alien.
Oh man. I have been trying to answer this for days and it’s hard because ok dig I’m picky enough that there just aren’t a whole lot of horror movies I would wholeheartedly recommend. Sturgeon’s law and all, but most horror movies are just... bad. Unsuccessful as horror, in that they’re not frightening or even darkly thought-provoking, and unsuccessful as movies in general---it’s a genre that gets a lot of repetitive, incoherent storytelling and reliance on jump scares and gore to carry it when everything else, from acting to characterization to plot, is paper-thin. And the way expectations for pacing in movies have changed over the years is a particular problem for old horror, in that what once worked to build up a sense of dread just doesn’t have the same effect on audiences now, so watching horror older than, oh, ‘80s or ‘90s, there’s less and less that’s going to land right anymore.
Also, the type of horror I’m into in the first place tends to be the more subtle, usually with a supernatural element, a generally creepy aesthetic, and a focus on fears that are a little more cerebral/psychological than “there might be an axe murderer somewhere,” and it’s gotta have an interesting idea underlying the whole thing. My absolute fave horror trope is “Came Back Wrong” but I have yet to find a movie that does it really well.
So here are some of my horror recs, though many do come with caveats.
Prince of Darkness. A John Carpenter flick from the 80s about the devil in a bottle, and it has Alice Cooper as a homeless guy, but that doesn’t convey how actually good it is. Neat premise and a pervasive dread built up from countless little details. I love this movie so much. Quite possibly my fave horror movie ever.
Pontypool. A novel take on zombies, with a linguistic bent. Very claustrophobic.
Trollhunter. A Norwegian-language found footage monster movie, and it’s not actually scary at all, but it is atmospheric and uses the material in interesting ways.
The Orphanage. Guillermo del Toro didn’t direct this but he did produce it, and it’s easy to see why he was interested. Creepy and sad, with that lovely ambiguous “wait, which parts were real?” stuff going on.
People Under the Stairs. Big news, slumlords are terrible people. This one is also not scary, and parts are hilarious, but it’s got some heart to it and some fun imagery. Or maybe I’m just still fond of it because I first saw it as a kid and did find it freaky as hell then.
Deathwatch. Horror set in the WWI trenches is practically redundant, and some of the effects are hokey, but it’s worth it for a few gutwrenching scenes. Like the paralyzed guy at the end.
Flatliners (the original one from 1990). A group of med students find out what happens when you die and get resuscitated. Don’t watch it for medical realism but do watch it for young Kiefer Sutherland growing more and more haunted by his past.
Honorable mentions and things you’ve probably heard of so I won’t describe but worth checking out if you haven’t already: Hereditary, The Ring, Get Out, Event Horizon, Train to Busan, The Thing, Candyman, Cabin in the Woods, The Wailing, Haunting of Hill House
And out of the dozen new-ish horror movies I’ve watched in the last week, the only one I’d say worked well as horror and just as a movie in general was His House. Not scary but unsettling and unique, so it’s worth a look.
Bonus horror comedy because hardly anyone has heard of it: Innocent Blood. Why has nobody heard of it? It has a vampire mob boss and completely ridiculous blood spray. What else do you want?)
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Our Doll 5 // Plan B
B.Barnes x S.Rogers, B.Barnes x Stark!Reader, S.Rogers x Stark!Reader
Series Synopsis | After the events of the horrific past, y/n Stark, Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes have finally admitted their feelings for each other. But is life as an avenger whilst dating two super soldiers any easier than anything y/n’s experienced in the past?
sequel Series to Their Doll
Series Warnings | smut, violence, torture, swearing, threesomes, drug usage/substance abuse
Chapter Summary | the avengers try to catch ultron. It doesn’t end too well
Warnings | torture (implied), captivity, possible swearing (you know what I’m like), mentions of injury.
A/n | This is a sequel book/series to my fic Their Doll! This book loosely follows the mcu timeline, starting in CAWS in book one and starting just before AOU in this book. Bucky had been recovered and is safe, and Peter was taken under Tony's wing when he was much younger.
Masterlist | Series Masterlist
"Doll?" Bucky groaned, his head slowly rolling to the side. I smiled warmly, biting down on my lips at the sight of my boyfriend shirtless. Dr Cho had insisted on stripping Bucky down to his underwear to double check that all the blood was definitely mine, and they couldn't find a hospital gown big enough to fit him on such short notice. So now he was laying in the hospital bed beside me, in only his boxers with a thin blanket draped over him.
"Hi." I murmured, biting my lips and staring at him. Bucky frowned, most probably taking me in as I laid on my side in my own bed, which was barely a meter from his, in a hospital gown with my arm tucked under my head and a smudge of blood on my temple.
"What happened? There was that robot and then-"
"And the we got knocked down. Something was ok top of us, pinning you on top of me. You were passed out - Cho reckons that you might have a concussion, but your super soldierness might have healed it already." I began to explain.
"Then why are we...here?" Bucky pondered and I took a deep breath.
"I stabbed myself in the leg-" Bucky's eyes widened and concern flooded his cerulean irises, "not on purpose! And I could get you off of me. But Sam came back, he helped us and then I guess they others destroys the robots and then Cho demanded we be brought here for a check up." I continued, and Bucky nodded slowly.
"And Steve?"
"He's fine. I think he carried you here, but I'm not too sure - my brain was slightly fuzzy at the time." I confirmed, and Bucky nodded again.
"Okay. So I'm fine?" Bucky asked again and I nodded, a frown finding me. Bucky shrugged the blanket off himself and let his legs hang over the edge of the bed, sitting up facing me. "Where are my clothes?" He asked upon seeing his naked form. I giggled, gesturing to the corner of the room where a pile of clothes sat.
Bucky got up, walking over to the pile of fabric and picking something up. He looked puzzled, analysing each piece in turn before realising that all of it was cut up.
"They had to cut it off you." I said, and Bucky groaned, coming back over to me and placing a lingering kiss on my forehead. He sighed as he pulled away, turning his back to me as I made grabby hands towards my boyfriend.
The door creaked open and Bucky turned around as I rolled over in the bed.
"Steve!" I exclaimed, a knew smile finding my face. Steve smiled warmly at me, but his face fell into one of admiration as he pulled his bottom lips between his teeth, his baby-blue eyes trailing over Bucky's near naked form. He quickly shook the clearly dirty thoughts off and out on a hard face: brows furrowed and lips down-turned.
"How bad is it?" Bucky asked, finally finding a pair of trousers someone had left for him on a chair the other side of the room. Steve sighed, letting his arms fold over his chest.
"Terrible. Worse than we thought. He destroyed Jarvis, and he's all over the internet. He can access anything; our backstories, phone lines, nuclear codes." Steve admitted, refusing to make eye contact with either of us. I was sat up now, hand covering my mouth in horror as Bucky pulled on the trousers and buttoned them up.
"Then we need to stop him." I chimed in, met with nods from my super soldiers.
...
"Wait, I know that guy!" Tony stopped Bruce, who tossed him the file.
"Works off the African coat right? Black market arms if I read it correctly." I interrupted, leaning against the doorframe with my arms crossed. Everyone looked up at me, as smile finding Bucky's plump lips.
"Are you feeling any better, y/n?" Sam asked from across the room and I opened my mouth to answer but go cut off by my dad.
"Wait- what, how?" Tony stuttered, and I scoffed with a nonchalant roll of my eyes.
"You're not the only genius in the room, Dad. If you hadn't noticed by now, Stark intelligence is hereditary. You just never lain enough attention to me to find out." I smirked, and my dad frowned.
"Aren't you...adopted?" Bruce queried.
"That's not how it works." Tony waved off and I rolled my eyes again.
"My point was," I begun, and Tony held his hands up in surrender. "He wanted to find a game changer, right? Something to blow away any competition?" I inquired and Tony gave me an affirmative nod.
"What's the thing on his neck?" Steve asked, his eyes trained on the picture Tony was holding.
"Oh, that's a tattoo, I didn't think he had it when I met him." Tony dismissed as I sauntered closer to get a look.
"No, those are tattoos." Thor pointed to wards a picture with the man's shirt unbuttoned slightly. "This, this is a brand." Thor clarified, pointing to another picture that showed the side of the man's neck, where a reddened symbol stood against his skin.
"Where's it from?" Nat asked, and Bruce hurried over to the computer. We all gathered round as it did its magic, eventually coming up with our answer.
"It's a word in African dialect meaning thief." Bruce read from the screen, which reflected into his glasses. "But in a much less friendly way." He added as he turned to face us.
"What dialect?" Bucky asked, leaning against the table with crossed arms. Bruce spun back around on his chair, squinting at the screen as he tried to pronounce the word correctly.
"Wakandan." I murmured as I leant over the doctor's shoulder. Tony's eyes widened momentarily as he looked from me to Steve.
"If this guy came out of Wakanda with some of their trade goods..." Tony muttered to Steve.
"I thought your fathers said he got the last of it." Steve chimed in.
"I don't follow, what comes from Wakanda." Bruce interjected, standing up from his chair again.
"Vibranium." I blurted, and my boyfriend looked to his shield resting against a box of files. Everyone followed his gaze.
"The strongest metal on earth." Tony explained.
"So where is this guy now?" Sam threw out into the room, as Bucky pushed himself off the table and walked over to me, stopping behind me and resting his hands on my shoulders. He let his thumbs rub the tight skin of my neck for a moment as he placed a kiss to the back of my head.
...
I woke up, my wrists stinging from the harsh rope cutting into them, keeping them firmly behind the back of the chair as I struggled. My ankles were tied to the legs of the cold metal chair, the silencer covering my mouth as I stared forward. My reflection looked back at me, rippling across the glass of the cell before being interrupted but a man in black tactical trousers and a black t-shirt.
"She's awake, Rumlow." Another man informed, voice solemn as I frantically looked around.
"Good. You can start, and make sure you press play this time!" The first man - Rumlow - snapped, voice husky as he shouted. My eyes widened as I realised what had happened, two men stepping towards me with long, black rods. I flinched when I saw the spit of tangible blue flicker around them, licking at the tips as they were brought closer and closer to me.
I began staking my head, wrestling with the ropes frantically as the men approached, sickening grins on their lips to match Rumlow's unsettling gaze.
Heavy breathing, a hand resting over my chest, warm arms enveloping me in their comfort. I let my other hand reach for my fore head, finding it slick with a sweaty sheen as I leant into the touch engulfing me.
"Shhh." Lips at my ear, a whispered hush as big hands rubbed my flesh soothingly. "It's okay, doll. I'm here. I'm right here." Bucky's familiar voice cooed against my ear, his solid chest pressing into me as he pulled me into his body, with warm, flesh arm circling me as we rocked back and forth. "We need to get out of here." He finally spoke again, pulling back from me enough to look into my eyes.
Using his gloved metal hand, he pushed a strand of hair behind me ear and offered me a small smile - but it barely touched his cerulean eyes.
"Can you stand?" He asked and I took a shaking breath, nodding as I pushed myself up. He kept his hands on me the whole time, aiding me in walking out of the warehouse-type facility and getting me out into the fresh air. He cooed in my ear as we walked: good girl, that's it - just keep walking, you're okay now.
He kept up his act until we reached the ship, where Clint quickly ushered me up the ramp and into the quinjet.
"Are you okay?" The marksman asked me, hand on my shoulder as I sat down. I nodded hollowly, eyes still haunted by a covered mist. "Okay." Clint nodded, knowing that I was no-where near telling him the truth but also know that this wasn't the time to coax a most-likely horrifying story from me.
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