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raineandsky · 1 year

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#34

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) (Part 7)

The villain can see the hero, just about, crossing the dingy basement car park. The lacklustre lighting throws them into silhouette, only recognisable by the stupid gait they always carry themself with, undeservedly confident.

“[Villain],” they open, their voice raised slightly to echo across the empty space, but the villain doesn’t give them the time of day. They shove their arm into the bag at their side, yanking their trusty pistol from the side pocket.

“Unlike you to wanna meet here. Figured you’d be scared of me keying your car.”

“I am, but my car’s not here.” They’re almost in front of the villain, and the barrel raises slightly to follow them. “I just wanted to talk.”

“You wanted to talk,” they echo disbelievingly. “What the hell would you want to talk about that doesn’t end with us both trying to kill each other?”

“Put the gun down, [Villain], jeez.” The hero finally pauses in front of them, letting out the deepest sigh the villain has ever heard from them. There’s a moment of deliberation, but they lower it slightly, just enough so that it’s not pointing in their nemesis’s face. “I would understand if you hated this idea and tried to kill me afterwards, though.”

The villain raises their eyebrows. “You’re coming to me with an idea that will make me want to kill you? Do tell.”

“It’s… it’s my parents.” The hero avoids the villain’s gaze to ignore the incredulous expression blatantly adorning their face. “I was stupid. They keep asking if I’m dating anyone, and it’s been incessant, and in the heat of the moment I just said I was. They know all the heroes—they’d know immediately I’m not actually with any of them.”

“Please don’t say what I think you’re going to say.”

“I just need you to work with me for one evening. Come to my parents house, say hi, have a civil dinner with them. We can get back to kicking each other’s asses next day.”

The villain crosses their arms, careful not to accidentally pull the trigger on themself. “And I would do this for you because…?”

“Ach, I don’t know,” the hero says quietly as if they hadn’t considered this. “I guess free food? I’ve seen you in the back of the restaurant before, and–”

“Okay!” the villain cuts across them suddenly. “Okay, stop talking. I will come, only for the free food, and I will go straight back to trying to kill you the moment it’s over, alright?”

The hero practically beams. “That’s perfect. You do have to be civil to my parents if you want the food, though. They’ll just kick us out if you’re an ass.”

The villain tsks in annoyance. “Typical.”

“Okay, if they ask what you do, you’re just as normal as any civilian.”

The two of them are sitting in the hero’s car on the driveway. The villain hadn’t been particularly set on the idea of voluntarily getting into a hero’s car, but they’d insisted. Their parents would doubt their relationship if they didn’t turn up in the same car, apparently.

“Did you bring your gun?”

The villain shifts so that the back of their jacket sits more smoothly over the top of their jeans. “No.”

“[Villain].”

“Okay, fine, jeez.” They pull their pistol out with an annoyed tut, shoving it into the glovebox. “Happy now?”

“Yeah. I don’t need you trying to shoot up my parents, thanks.” The hero pushes their door open, stepping into the cool evening air. “Come on then.”

The villain mirrors them on the other side as they go to the front door. The house is nice, very nice, much nicer than they could afford. A nice house must have some nice possessions. Maybe they can get something out of this trip.

They join the hero as they ring the doorbell. “Now, please remember to be nice.” They turn to give the villain a smile. “My parents are getting on now, and the last thing they need is a heart attack caused by you.”

“Sure thing.” The villain smirks a little evilly, and the hero’s smile decidedly turns less confident.

Both of them drop the act as the door swings open. “[Hero]!” the man at the door greets cheerfully, wrapping the hero in a tight hug before giving the villain a once over. “Oh, you must be the one they’ve been talking about. Please, come inside, we’re so excited to meet you.”

The villain flashes the hero a grin as they step inside, and they get an expression that screams regret in return.

The dinner is impossible to lie about—it’s delicious. The hero’s mother’s entrance is accompanied by a tray of potatoes as she lays it amongst the other vegetables for the roast she’s made. The three of them make light small talk until she sits down, and then it’s into the deep water.

The two of them probe as subtly as they can about the villain’s life. The hero pushes them in the right direction by giving them a light kick here and there, which the villain delightedly rewards them for by saying completely the wrong thing, much to the hero’s dismay. Their parents share surprised glances every-so-often, but they do a grand job of feigning neutral interest.

Eventually the villain decides they need their payment for this evening. “Excuse me, everyone,” they say innocently as they get to their feet. “I just need to use the bathroom.”

The hero’s father points them down the hall, and with a grateful smile they’re out of the dining room and off into the house.

(Part 2)

#writing #creative writing #writing community #writers on tumblr #writblr #heroes and villains #hero x villain #fake dating #calling the parents Mother and Father to hide the fact im bri'ish #as if i dont spell every word i can get my hands on with a u #colour. humour. favour. i could do this all day #also this is the one i split!!#next part will be in t-minus 2 days #a date in exchange

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whumpsical · 9 months

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in my head recently I've been using the term "ally" more than "caretaker" to describe that relationship trope

caretaker feels a bit one-sided, no one is *just* a caretaker, it really minimizes the character

but an *ally,* that gives them much more agency & freedom in their characterization, i rly like it

and i think it sounds cooler lol

#whump #whump community #hurt/comfort #boy i dont know how u guys spell this one hold on lemme take 2 tries #whumpblr #whumplr #i took an edible and I'm picking out tags like jelly beans #you know #you get it #eric #also this isn't a criticism just a personal squick:#the caretaker archetype sets off my big squicky feelings about parent/child type relationships #ack ick 😆😭#help #i simply needed an alternative #whump tropes

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mysteriouslybluepirate · 7 months

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Can't send asks from my sideblog, but this is @chewing-the-drywall

I feel like much of s2 fell into Frenchie's "we put it in the box and then lock it and don't open it again" in the sense that it set up A LOT that I was intrigued about how they would address it, but it either never was mentioned again or was handled poorly.

Examples range from light, like how I wish we saw more of the crew interacting with each other in ways that built on their characters from S1, where in S2 they didn't feel any more developed, or even regressed. (Example, Fang used the word Fingies 2-3 times through S2, and it felt like they were using it almost as a shorthand for his character, rather than making him feel more real and multidimensional as a character.)

100% @chewing-the-drywall. When I first heard that line I had I was so excited for the story to prove Frenchie wrong. Or show how important it can be to put aside problems to stay alive in the moment. But in the end, this one line summarized how the season handled everyone, besides Stede and Ed. Below, is an in depth discussion on where this season decided to spend it's limited amount of time. Instead of focusing on the characters and plotlines they'd already established.

This season had so MANY ideas it wanted to touch on.

Izzy trying to deal with his unrequited love and opening up to a new way of living. The traumatized 'Revenge' crew trying to adapt to a softer way of life again. The abandoned crew learning how to help their traumatized friends. Introducing new characters like Zheng, Auntie, and Archie into our main group. Setting up a conflict to resolve in season three. Along the way, referencing Pirates of history like Ned Low, Mary Reed, and Anne Bonny.

Notice, I've said all this and we're not even at our romantic leads.

Which is fine. Stories are fluid things. As long as the story knows how to flow from our leads to our side characters. Which leads us to how I feel this show took a lot of time away from establishing our central crew-

[Warning- this will be a controversial opinion- I want to know what y'all think about this] Zheng/Oluwande. This seasons habit of retreading old plotlines and referencing scenes from S1.

What S1 did so well was paralleling the side stories with what was going on with Ed/Stede. Usually, highlighting how well Stede/Ed worked by showing how much Ed/Izzy DIDN'T work. Or general hijinks that tied into the plot (Oluwande and Frenchie on the French ship).

Season 2 chose to parallel our main story with what was going on between Zheng/Oluwande as a budding romance and Izzy's slow recovery. The reason Zheng/Oluwande scenes felt like a waste for me in that the story was JUST a retelling the story we watched from S1.

A frustrated first mate(Auntie), and a legendary captain(Zheng) fighting over the captain falling in love with an idiot(Olu). In season 2, much like every callback for me, it felt like it slowed down the plot by pulling us out of the story. Like...yeah, you did the thing again, do you want me to applaud you for it?

I LIKE Zheng and Oluwande as a couple! I like that Oluwande was debating leaving Stede and taking Jim and Archie with him. But at the same time, I didn't care about Zheng until episode 7 when she beat up Stede, showing that yes. She's not just some all powerful woman taken down by a mix of love(the crew in ep3) and thinking that she was above it all (ep 7). She's fast on her feet, smart, and willing to stab someone who gets in her way. She's her own person. But.

Every other scene that established her was about her romance, felt like we could have put Rhys and Taika in there. It didn't feel...unique. It's as if the show only knows 1 way to write a romance between a badass and a bumbling idiot. Again. Oluwande in season 1 wasn't dumb in the same way everyone else was. He was protective of Jim, a bit nervous overall, but he was the person the crew chose to lead them. The season just dumbed everyone down a bit and called it a day.

This comes to the larger issue. When we only have eight episodes I don't want to rewatch the exact same plot beats with different characters. Time spent here ends up taking away from other stories we could have told about trauma and growing as a family and other forms of growing as a family. We didn't need another romance plot line. Imagine taking this time instead to show Lucius reaching out to Pete AND the crew for help. Or Frenchie finally feeling safe enough to play his lute. Or Roach helping Fang get over his thing with cakes-you get my point.

The fact we took all the found family stuff from season one, and pushed it onto only Izzy in S2 means when he dies, all the found family shit falls away. His death makes us realize we've been ignoring the central family we were supposed to care about. Because in so many words, their trauma was ignored.

[I even theorize if Izzy was alive and sailed away with them. Showing how he was taken in and loved by his crew, the ending wouldn't feel so hollow. This crew doesn't feel like a caring family. The person who protected them for months died, wasn't mourned, and then they threw a wedding the same day. Not even a full day to mourn. The 'New Revenge' feels like a heartless crew of characters we barely recognize because they aren't a family like they were at the end of S1. More like coworkers who sometimes fall in love with eachother.]

Trauma, Timelines, and Tonal issues when jumping from Episodes 1-3 to Episodes 4-5.

When the crews meet up, the story chooses to focus on the fun plot. Ed and Stede recovering their relationship, only dipping back into that serious tone when Izzy or Lucius come on screen to 'make things sad' again. I don't think the transition from 'serious' to 'comedy' was handled well.

I don't have an official timeline of the events of season two. But from what I remember, everything happens within 2 weeks.

In episode 4, Stede ignored the vote of his crew- to let the man who was torturing half his 'FAMILY' for at least 80 days- back aboard. This rubbed me the wrong way, as it showed Stede being a selfish prick in a way that could seriously harm his crew. That's when I started to see how not adding a *single* time-skip mid-season would hurt S2.

Imagine if we had a one-week off-screen time skip between episodes 4 and 5.

Maybe it's implied that they stay in that town for a bit. Izzy would a bit more time to learn to move on his new leg and start to open up to those he already trusts. Include a scene of Izzy WITH the crew, maybe laughing about something with the old traumatized crew, even if it's just a 30-second opener. Imply that the traumatized crew would have more time to settle in with the family they miss. Show that yeah, the traumatized crew needs more time to heal. Imply at the start of the 'Ed apology' that Ed and Stede have had more time to talk their issues out.

THEN have Ed apologize. You can even keep the bullshit corporate to show that Ed still has to work for this.

Healing takes time. Setting a series over the span of two weeks after half your cast was tortured by your lead love interest? After five of your main crew thought they would sail off into a storm and die after months of stress and life threatening battles? Why did that shit get shoved to the side so quickly?

Framing episode 5 as the START of Ed making amends with the crew, only to drop the plot by episode 7? Not a smart move. Because let's be honest, 'poison into positivity' in episode 6, referring to the fact that they sold all of Ed's loot to pay for the party, ignores the sacrifices the crew made to live that long. (The death of Ivan, and intense trauma they all need to work through). In a way, Ed throwing this party was him asking the crew to start putting everything away in that imaginary box.

It's Ed retroactively letting himself say 'hey, that time I spent torturing my captives was worth it because we got something good out of it' while still ignoring his own guilt. Ed needed to take accountability for his actions. No more 'I took 'a' mans leg' bullshit. The reason his arc feels so unsatisfying is that the plot easily forgives him. Fuck. I hate what they did for Ed's arc, but that's not the point.

Overall.

My issue with this season is not that it chose to do these topics, it's that it didn't think about the implications of what they were bringing up. It didn't dare to think 'maybe it's fucked if we quickly brush off a trauma like this'. Again. I know we have to blame MAX for cutting off two episodes. But I don't think 2 additional episodes would fix a tone problem seen going from episodes 3-4.

Fucking hell. Each member of the revenge had the potential for their own arc, so it's baffling to see them all reduced to 'well meaning idiot' when they all felt so fleshed out in S1.

When izzy gives his speech about belonging, there's a reason the only image in the show of the crew all together was from S1.

At the end of the day, Season 2 didn't let our surviving side characters grow. This is a mean spirited bit on how I feel the writers see the their own characters.

Stede and Ed are our leads. They won't die, not in this genera. Their shitty actions will be forgiven because it's a comedy, and as long as it's joked about, it holds no weight. They won't die. They won't get fatally hurt. Their trauma will be taken seriously, but it's a 50/50 on if they'll talk about it before breaking up again. They will eventually get a happy ending, their trauma looked at head on, because duh.

Jim, Olu, Lucius, Pete? Characters who used to have defined personalities in S1, but haven't been defined much beyond their relationships with their partners? Whose trauma might be mentioned, but will quickly be 'resolved' in one scene? Shame. Seems like they're only useful as set dressing, But we might make you useful as interchangeable side characters to riff against. Oh, and you're in love! Isn't that cool!

Izzy? I'll just quote Jenkins here. "To have him become a father figure to Blackbeard, and on some level to the rest of the crew, and to see him become the heart of why we’re giving pirates the chance to stand for being able to live how you choose. In reality, they’re thieves and criminals, but what our pirates stand for is a life of belonging to something larger than they are in the face of a crushing, slightly fascist normalcy." So...Is Izzy a pirate and accepted into the Revenge family? Or is he still an outsider? Jenkins gave us a romcom but still defines Izzy's character as that of one stuck in a drama/tragedy. Point and laugh, because tonally these two things clash HARD and will make an audience lose trust in it's writers unless well established. Leading us to the entire issue we've pointed out of not letting your characters actions hold in dramatic weight in your story.

Frenchie, Wee John, Roach, and Fang- Ah. No love interests again...shit. Well. Background actors it is... for now. We'll see. But we need 2 more scenes of the couple breaking up, so MAYBE you'll get some backstory hinted at in dialogue. You all have 1 thing your good at, so that's easy enough to put you where you belong.

Buttons and Swede? Well. They're still alive!! Don't be sad, fans :) The actors just couldn't show up anymore. We don't want our silly happy queer pirate rom com to not end on a happy ending! (Closes the lid of the trash can where they're keep Con O'Neill a bit tighter, thanking God Con was silenced by a strike this entire season from social media)

Do you agree, or disagree? Leave any lingering thoughts down below!

I'd love to chat down below.

#I am absolutely screwing myself over spelling-wise by adding a poll but fuck it. That's what we do #Overall: Just because you can fit something into your story doesn't mean it needs to be shown on screen.#I wanted to add a section of all the scenes I'd cut/tighten to make my added scenes work but I don't think we're there yet as a fandom #I theorize that the reason they couldn't change the script and had to hack it up was due to them already having 10 episodes fully written #also I SWEAR I LIKE ZHENG- but the part of me that sees her as a hollow Ed 'narrative mirror' finds her a bit boring until episode 7 #I LOVED her ship and how she hated Stede. But that's just because I generally don't enjoy Stede when he's unquestioned #Stede on her ship was a pacified lamb slowly getting fattened for the slaughter. She would have turned on him SO EASILY. She almost did too #I semi-tolerated Ed/Stede's love story of not communicating and puppy love. Seeing it again but sped up didn't make me like it more #ofmd s2 #ofmd season 2 #ofmd s2 spoilers #ofmd critical #?#yeah I'll tag that just to be safe #izzy hands #edward teach #ofmd s2 finale #ofmd season 2 spoilers #ofmd s2 meta #ofmd s2 analysis #trauma

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wizardnuke · 7 months

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i know it's popular fanon to think that essek has little to no relationship experience and i do think his bedroom experience is average at best (for a hot young* elf) but i Personally think he's got a long line of heartbreaks behind him. i mean this so slash negative slash derogatory i think he was out there wining and dining and leaving-behining all the time. just for fun and profit. working on his acting chops. showing off. he likes attention dude. i don't think that's directly contradictory to him being very reclusive and quiet about his work i think he was mysterious and sexy and thought flirting was funny. anyway he and caleb "genuinely falls in love with every other person he meets and then is really weird about it, EXCEPT for essek, who he was genuinely honeypotting" widogast, who essek was also genuinely honeypotting for reasons Far beyond boredom (see: i think some of his early weirdness/awkward formality can be explained by the fact that he was trying to mask real homicidal rage towards the m9) are insane together they're ride or die they're perfect for each other they're lifelong "friends" and they're playing mind games the likes of which would level a city park id they broke out of containment. and it's enrichment for them

#i think it is absolutely critical to keep in mind that 1. this CHILD of an elf (in comparison to da'leth) convinced DA'LETH to do treason #with him. not that i think da'leth is generally against treason but essek had to have been a winning combo of cunning and charismatic for #that to work. and 2. caleb generally falls in love with everyone BUT this is so critical BUT he did not fucking do that with essek.#he Did Not. my guy is not that stupid he knew exactly what he was looking at. he didn't know the scale but he knew Something Was Up #and essek 'flirts so often he forgets he's flirting' thelyss and caleb 'victim and perp of some of the most insane relationship drama to #ever come out of wildemount AND a trained manipulator' widogast stumbled into one another sometime circa hot chocolate whiskey #and Aeor Horrors #and both promptly had the same OH NO moment before saying fuck it and showing off increasingly complicated spells #as a mating dance #while also still being deeply insane about their perception of 'normal relationships' and 'how to communicate'#caleb did a good job at the grove but. where's the fic where he gets essek to stay the damn night via shutting off his magic

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indelicateink · 1 year

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i finally have polls. has this been done yet and does that matter bc idk about you but i could vote on this all day long

pls reblog for maximum kiss voting

(...i'm realizing louis initiates the MAJORITY of the loustat kisses we're allowed to know about in his story. WHAT DOES IT MEAAAAN)

#iwtv #interview with the vampire #amc iwtv #loustat #iwtv amc #like. every kiss we can see aside from the asshole 'communicating better' kiss is louis going in for the kiss first?#even the levitating kiss; detached as it was #...is lestat that unsure of his welcome? does he just prefer louis to initiate? or #is this because louis is only going to discuss these with daniel? or?#mr molloy these are the burning questions #god i hope i'm forgetting one bc we do not have enough kisses ppl!#help me out season 2 even if it's just a dream or flashback #i am also open to s1 outtakes #...and i just gotta say #there is a major dry spell in louis' storytelling between when louis gets turned and claudia chimes in goddamn

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nerdie-faerie · 3 months

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Its a shame Bonnie never really gets to have any witch allies that she can be friends with without there being any other agenda at play

#TVD #tvd lb #series 2 #By the Light of the Moon #Bonnie Bennett #lucys helping katherine then she ditches town the Martin witches are using her for elijahs plot and to get greta back #her mum doesnt care to stick around after the spell is done pretty sure the next witches to show up are luke and liv and theyre also using #her for their covens needs and shes using them in turn while she has no magic to help her friends qetsiyah i guess was there more a minute?#but again she doesnt stick around and she has no interest in teaching bonnie or helping her with anything #the closest bonnie gets to having a witch friend is when the heretics show up and her and nora bond for a bit i would count luka #but that friendship is founded on manipulation so doesnt really count #all of the witches talk about being used and manipulated by the rest of supernatural community but thats also how they treat each other too #woulda been nice to see some witches that werent just plot devices and to have explored bonnie being a witch more

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heisamarvelouspersona · 2 years

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Childs Play - Modern AU

summary: honestly just a sh!tty little oneshot ab the gang watching a horror movie w reader lmao. couple hints to a relationship between Arthur & reader. could just be a friendship tho. I've never written an AU before so i really hope i keep everyone in character <3

(also ik the chucky movies arent scary like at all but the thought of john and sean arguing over who looks more like the scarred-faced ginger killer doll made me giggle)

"oi Marston, he's got a mug almost as ugly as yours!"

"me? im not the one with the unruly carrot top. thats the real horror here,"

Sean and John continue to joke and yell over the film, in a feeble attempt to act less scared, makes it hard to believe them when theyre both clutched to Lenny and Abigail like little kids on their first day of school. Sean had orignially been cowering behind Karen (though he swore he was protecting her from the totally fictional horror movie) until she had become fed up with his whining and slapped him upside the head. "ruining the goddamn movie with your muttering," she had mumbled, leaving poor young Lenny to comfort the redhead alone.

Her decision to seat herself on the (what she thought to be) more mature of the two couch groups, alongside yourself, Arthur, Molly, Dutch and Hosea, had proven to be the wrong choice - trading in dumb and dumbers crys and whines for Dutches painful, painful, old man movie talk

"So who sent the doll to the house then?"

"we dont know Dutch,"

"Now who's bowl has the poison in it?"

"we dont know Dutch, thats the point."

"Now that Husbands gonna get caught with the nanny, its obvious. such bad writing,"

"...oh...it was the wife,"

Molly has her head in her hand, finding herself envying the helpless dead victims from the movie, who dont have to listen to her partners consistent rambling. Hosea and Arthur have both grown accustomed to this by now, seemingly fully immersed in the film as if there were no distractions.

you feel an eager tap on your leg,

"hey y/n - is this the one with the crazy doll porn?"

you lean down from the couch to the floor where Javier is sat, with his body turned to you, but his eyes still fully focused on the film infront of him.

"no, no. thats 'seed of chucky' this is 'curse of chucky',"

a mix of both disappointed mutters a sighs of relief come from the floor group, comprising of Javier, Charles, Sean (who has now been quite literally kicked off the couch by Lenny), Trelawney, and Uncle.

There were a total of six 'groups' during VDL gang movie nights. the two couch groups - comprised of those who could, and those who couldn't behave. the floor group, the dining table group - which was mostly just Mary-Beth gushing over the romantic undertones of every film, Ms Grimshaw, Pearson and Strauss - drinking red wine in the kitchen and chatting shit, and finally Micah - who is usually kicked out of the living room, to make sure that he wasn't "getting any ideas", as Arthur would put it.

By this point, everyone who wasn't talking or scared shitless was slowly falling asleep, Abigail somehow snoozing through Johns constant complaints. Arthurs eyes were lidded shut, his head leaning back. you nudge him every few minutes,

"yknow you can go rest - dont have to sit through this shitshow with the rest of us,"

"no, no, I'm just restin' my eyes is all," he'd swear.

"can't quite leave you to watch this scary picture all by yourself now can i?"

You couldn't help but chuckle at his old-man excuse for having his eyes closed, rolling your eyes at him, you accept his answer. You both know you aren't the type to get scared by a cheap slasher flick, but you were endeared by his supposed reasoning.

The film was coming to an end now and even Dutch had quietened down now, an arm around molly and his face plastered with a triumphant grin - he had successfully guessed the ending to the film, like he so often did. There was popcorn scattered over the floor (and mostly in Charles' hair) from Seans failed attempt at starting a food fight.

John had gotten over his fears (lectured by Abigail during the snack break about how getting scared of a Doll would set a bad example for Jack) he was now totally hyping up the film, muttering Chuckys one-liners under his breath and laughing to himself over it.

Charles inched toward the DVD player, case in hand as he dejected the disc that was playing.

"Are we putting on the next one?"

no. you were absolutely not.

A/N: i didnt know how to end this. honestly this is mostly just self indulgence bc i desperately miss watching horror movies w big groups of people </3. might make a part 2?

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petr1kov · 6 months

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i don't necessarily dislike mike flannagan's work but the fall of the house of usher really got on my nerves after a while. the character of verna, especially, got so grating to me. she's the personification of death who sold what's basically a deal with the devil for the twins in exchange of the continuation of their bloodline, but she also acts like a moralizing avenger about it who won't shut the fuck up no matter what

#she exists to spell out the moral of the story (capitalism bad) directly to the camera in case you somehow missed it #frankly this series in general was just like comically over the top with what it was trying to communicate #likes they didn't trust us to grasp what the story and characters were all about if they didn't explain it to us on a 2 minute monologue #and some really on the nose symbolic imagery (like roderick seeing the bodies of the people he killed raining down)#also personalizing what should be a neutral entity like verna to the extent they did made her come across as hypocritical at times

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brookepricer · 2 years

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Daily Spell: October 2nd

Spell to Forget an Old Lover

You’ll Need:

Salt

Dried angelica leaves or root

A small bottle of water

When we can't forget the loves of our past, it's often difficult to move on and allow ourselves new love in the present. If the recollection of an old leather is creating baggage for you, and it is affecting your current relationships, do this spell to help put those memories behind you.

Add the salt and angelica to the bottle of water. Swirl it vigorously in a clockwise direction to mix up the contents, saying “No more baggage, no more pain, no more trips down memory lane. I release myself so your memory is gone. I give myself permission, it's time to move on.”

Repeat this each night for the next seven nights, continuing to swirl bottle clockwise. On the morning of the 8th day, pour the water down the drain and throw away the empty bottle.

“Daily Spellbook for the Good Witch: Quick, Simple, and Practical Magic for Every Day of the Year,” by Patti Wigington

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butchez · 1 year

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played p4 all day 👍 thoughts below

#1. kanji dungeon was possibly the worst thing ive experienced in any form of media #i was expecting atlus to keep kanjis sexuality kind of vague but they really . spell it out. slurs and everything #well its over now at least. surely there arent any other transgressions against the lgbt community left in this game 🙂#2. i really enjoy the cast so far ... yukiko and chie especially i love when women interact with each other #not really big on the protag so far tho .....hes just not very transgender. sad #3. adachis so lame LOL youre telling me youre still killing people at 27 YEARS OLD ? GROW UP #i assume hes the killer at least ... i already know hes evil or smth #i was honestly shocked when he said he was 27 i thought he was WAY younger. literally checked his wiki page to make sure he wasnt lying #4. i loveeeee nanako i hope the game does interesting stuff with her. little girls who are so autistic about costco ❤️#i remember her winning in some persona tournament poll against akechi and i was really hoping that wasnt just a meme thing #bc i love it when younger characters are written well ....stories usually never take them seriously or bother to give them actual character #jude talks #persona lb

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amayadartan · 2 years

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CHAPTER 2

Just when Amaya felt like she was going to pass out from lack of Oxygen from her chest being squeezed, she found herself in complete blackness but able to breathe. Falling to her knees, she tried to look around but there was no light. She could feel what felt like leaf litter under her hands and knees, but the air didn’t smell the same as where she’d been before. It also made no sense that she had been in her tent, which had a canvas floor and had been setup in a clearing where all sticks and leaf litter had been removed. There was no way she could have gotten out of the campsite area in the short amount of time that she felt trapped by the fog.

Slowly, her hands reached out around her, trying to determine if she was contained in anything. They met only air, cool air. Once more she got to her feet and took a couple of steps in each direction. Again, there was nothing that impeded her way, only more air and the sounds of dried leaves and twigs crunching under her feet. So, she was outside somewhere, but she still could not determine where.

“You have got to be kidding me.” An exasperated, deep, male voice said off to her left, making her spin in that direction quickly and almost lose her balance.

“Who’s there?” Amaya called out. She tried to sound self assured, but failed. Not that she thought that she would have been too convincing anyway, she was lost, in the dark, in some unknown place, with no weapon, and she was short. It was not like she was going to intimidate anyone. Her head whipped from side to side causing her dark hair to fan out around her as she tried to see in the inky darkness that surrounded her. “Where have you brought me?”

“You fucking summoned me. Are you telling me that in addition to landing us here that you didn’t pay enough attention to know who you were even calling on?” Now the voice seemed even more exasperated and anger was seeping in.

“What do you mean I summoned you? I cast a protection spell. Not a summoning and transportation spell. You are mistaken.” Amaya bit back before she even had really thought about whether it was smart to be arguing with an unknown being, of unknown origin, of unknown size, of unknown power, and unknown true disposition.

“Are you a complete idiot?” There was a heavy sigh after the question. She could hear heavy footsteps coming nearer to her. Since she could not tell one thing about her surroundings, she held her ground. Whether this was a smart move or not would be determined in the next few moments, but for now it was all she could really do.

“Listen, asshole. I was trying to protect my crew on our expedition in the Himalayas. The Shaman of the tribe that we were camped near said that the spirits of the mountains would not recognize my protective spells, so he gave me one that was from his people. I’m sorry I’m not versed in all languages. It was supposed to be protection, not whatever…THIS…is…” Amaya spit back at whoever it was that had gotten drug along with her. Obviously not one of her own teammates, and he spoke too clear of English to be someone from the tribe they had been near. Which meant he was someone else. Or something else. Wonderful.

Dartan took in a deep breath through his nose and tried to quell the rising desire to snap the neck of the witch in front of him. Mouthy bitch had invoked a binding spell that had them stuck together and had somehow also managed to damn them both to fucking Hell. Well, now he thought it was called Imperium where they were, but fuck all if that meant any different. Hell is Hell. Modern witches could be dumb as fuck and think they knew far more than they did. This one was about to end up on her ass if she didn’t watch that big ass mouth of hers.

“Well, smartass, you have managed to bind yourself to a spectre and damn us both to Hell. Congratulations, dumb fuck!” Dartan slowly clapped in the darkness. Being dead and immortal, he could see in the dark which amused him since the witch couldn’t and she was stumbling around like a new foal. “And you did it in the middle of the night on a new moon. Sucks for you that you don’t have night vision.” There was so much sarcasm in his voice that his disdain for Amaya could not be missed. Nor could his building intolerance for her ignorance that put them in their current situation.

“I’m sorry, did you say BIND?” Amaya had to have heard him wrong. There was no way that a protection spell could end up as a binding spell with an incorporeal spirit, let alone teleport them to another realm or reality.

“Are you partially deaf as well as ignorant as fuck?” He had no reason to be polite at this point. Not with the trouble that she was going to cause him. How this fuck up of hers could be fixed was something that he was going to have to figure out and it wasn’t something that he thought was going to be easy. Cleaning up others’ fuck ups normally wasn’t.

“No.” Her answer dripped with venom as she’d finally triangulated approximately where he was based on his voice and was facing in that direction. Obviously whoever was there wasn’t going to do her imminent harm, so Amaya was still being confrontational. Self preservation would kick in if anything changed. “It was a fucking protection spell you smug ass. I did it perfectly. I practiced for hours. I should not be bound to anything and have not ended up anywhere other than in my tent unless I was lied to. And how would I have known that was going to happen?”

“Have a brain.” Dartan’s response was flat and he sounded bored. He wasn’t, he was just trying to keep from summoning the power to affect the physical world and strangling her. Then they’d both be spectres and that meant that neither of them would have a corporeal body. Sometimes it was better for at least one of you to be living, and for the time being that was the dumb ass witch in front of him. “You were on the land of people you didn’t know, and couldn’t speak their language, yet you didn’t think you might be offending them, little witch? It never occurred to you that they might use the first opportunity to get rid of you? Or did you just think that they’d be so grateful that modern people were around that they’d worship you?” He was going to enjoy pushing her buttons since she had damned him to this existence of being tied to her. At least she wasn’t too bad to look at till they figured out how to fix this shit.

Amaya was so mad and frustrated she wanted to cry, but she also didn’t want to look weak in front of whoever it was that was being the asshole. “No, and we weren’t the first to visit the tribe. There was a research group before us that had to leave due to weather. They told us that the tribe was friendly and helpful. We were advised what the tribe wanted and needed so we could take it with us as gifts for their help.” She sighed as her head pivoted in the pitch blackness, wishing she could see anything. She’d gotten into some messes before, but nothing like this. Never like this.

“Maybe they didn’t think you were as friendly, or like what you were doing. Someone really should have had a long talk with them, especially before you went taking spells from them.” Dartan sounded like a reproachful parent, chuckling a little as he moved closer. “Now you have both of us in quite a predicament. This isn’t going to have an easy solution, little witch.”

“My name is Amaya, so you know who you degrading.” She stated flatly, tired of fighting. “And how do you know what the situation is? You’ve been stuck in it as long as I have and I have no clue what it is.”

“Because I’ve been dead longer than you’ve been alive, this isn’t the first time I’ve been bound to someone, I’ve been to this realm before, and being dead has some advantages when it comes to knowing what is going on, little witch.” Dartan heavily enunciated the last two words to dig them in harder. “You can call me Dartan, and I suggest ONLY calling me that.” There was a menacing undertone to his voice. The more he was finding out about how clueless this female was, the more he was sure that he was going to be stuck here and with her till her death. Given the current location, it shouldn’t be long.

“Fine, Dartan, since you’ve been here before, how do we get out of here?” Even though she was standing in what seemed to be absolute blackness to her, she crossed her arms over her chest, having a feeling that he could see her since he was moving around easily enough.

“Since I don’t know how you got us both cursed here, it’s hard to tell.” He was circling her. It was clear she had no night vision at all and didn’t know how to cast it from the way that she was acting. She was human, at least she looked human. For her to have so fallen prey to a trick that damned them both there, most likely a mortal human as well. “You said that you have the spell memorized?” A thought occurred to Dartan as he watched her.

“I told you I practiced it for hours. Of course I have it memorized.” Amaya sighed and shifted position, clearly frustrated and annoyed. This was not her fault. She hadn’t planned this, she’d been tricked.

“Then show me your movements and recite the words without invocation.” Dartan made himself visible to her and moved towards her slowly. “Do you think you can do that without fucking it up?”

Seeing him appear startled Amaya and she took a step back. He wasn’t a small man, and he was certainly intimidating looking. At least a foot taller than her, broad shoulders, Persian features, his eyes and hair were dark, but complexion was hard to ascertain the way he was visible in the complete blackness of the night. “I’ll do my best.” Her reply was curt, but not overly hostile as he continued to come closer. Since he might be the best shot that either of them had of getting out of the situation anytime soon, she might as well try not antagonizing him.

“That would be helpful. Show me whenever you’re ready.” Dartan stopped a few feet from her and waited. He hoped that whatever language she used that he would recognize it and have some clue how they were bound and cursed. At least then he might have some idea how to undo it and get back to where he’d been rather enjoying his afterlife before it was so rudely interrupted.

Amaya took a deep breath and closed her eyes. Concentrating on everything she had studied and practiced, she began the recitation again with the enunciation that she had perfected and the movements of hands and body that were supposed to have granted safety and security, but had instead landed her in this foreign realm with the hostile stranger. During the entire process she did not rush and was fully focussed on making sure she did it perfectly, save for the invocation. Doing that again might have consequences that she didn’t even want to consider. Once she was done, she stood still and opened her eyes to look to where Dartan was still visible. “Any idea how whatever spell that was delivered us here, bound to one another?”

At first, she hadn’t thought he was going to answer. He had just stood there with one arm across his broad chest, hand holding the elbow of the other as he propped his chin up thinking. “I know exactly what you’ve done. It’s undoing it that I have no idea how to do.”

“And that means?”

“We’re not just bound, we’re married.”

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