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hannahhook7744 · 9 months

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Hey Little Hope Fandom!

I'm trying to make a list of hobbies and info about The Clarkes (Plus Vince) and need a bit help.

If I missed anything let me know in the comments down below.

Here's what I got so far.

James:

Born on April 8, 1929.

Died on January 17, 1972.

Factory Worker at Ravenden Textiles Factory.

Worked with Vince.

Married Anne at 19.

He adopted all 4 of the kids.

He likes sports and darts.

May have had a bit of a drinking problem.

His middle name started with T.

42 when he died.

Has a temper.

Didn't approve of Tanya and Vince dating.

Worried about the factory closing alot and thought the kids would be fine, though he did tell Anthony to look out for Megan due to Anne's worrying.

Anne:

Born on February 12, 1931

Died on January 17, 1972.

Married James at 17.

40 when she died.

Was unable to have biological children.

Worried about the kids alot. Megan especially.

Didn't approve of Tanya and Vince dating.

Had a book on parenting.

Was frustrated with James.

Looked to the reverend for help after reaching her wit’s end with Megan.

Tanya:

Born on August 22, 1949.

Died on January 17, 1972.

22 when she died.

Middle name started with A.

Hated Little Hope and wanted to get away.

Practiced Paganism.

Dated Vince Barnes.

Yelled at Megan for playing with matches once.

Poured coffee on a handsy guy at work.

Was a waitress.

Had coworkers named Murray and Jeannie.

Painted stars on a tire swing with her dad when she was ten.

Liked Jewelry.

Gets frustrated easily.

Owned a diary.

Was miserable at home.

Calls Megan M and a living hell.

Drunk whiskey before.

Likes bowling and burgers.

Might have shared a room with Megan.

Dennis:

Born on April 29th,1951.

Died on January 17, 1972.

Was 20 when he died.

His middle name started with F.

Didn’t trust Vince.

Was a band guitarist.

Had tons of records and was a big fan of music.

He might have been adopted first.

Also may have been a thief based on a one off joke but maybe not.

Calls Megan bigfoot.

His band had posters.

He participated in a concert.

His band was a rock band.

Played rugby and maybe football.

He won several awards.

Anthony:

Was born on either 1953 or 1954. Exact date is unknown.

18 at the time of the fire.

Became a bus driver after his family died.

Is depressed and suicidal.

Tanya calls him ‘Mr. Knight in Shining Armor’.

Was annoyed with his parents’ fighting and his dad’s drinking as well as with how everyone treated Megan.

He resents Megan after their family’s deaths.

Built a doll in jail to remember Megan by.

Got burnt in the fire.

Was the second youngest of the family.

May have a fear of being left behind and might feel left out by his family.

Is traumatized after the fire.

Was fond of the witch trials.

Has mental health issues.

Was blamed for the fire.

Was helpful to the family.

Got along great with Vince before the fire.

Shared a room with Dennis.

His middle name was not revealed.

Played darts and may have played baseball or basketball.

Megan:

Born on June 16th,1960.

Died on January 27th, 1972.

Was 11, almost 12, when she died.

Her middle name started with R.

She was a problem child.

She had a history of playing with matches.

Was called M and the little princess by Tanya,

She was resented by a lot of people in the family.

Was mentored by the reverend for months.

Was the youngest.

Had a doll.

Became rebellious and felt like her family didn’t care about her.

May have read Tanya’s diary.

Watches tv.

Is called Big foot by Dennis.

Has mental health issues or may be able to talk to ghosts.

Was scared of the reverend.

Art was her best subject.

Had a C average and had an F in history, writing, science, and physical education.

Was resentful towards her parents.

Vince:

Factory Worker at Ravenden Textiles Factory.

Worked with James.

Has a temper.

Tanya’s boyfriend.

Has a nice car everyone is jealous of.

Likes whiskey, western movies, burgers, and bowling.

Plays dumb but is actually really smart.

Practiced Paganism.

Never got over Tanya and drank a lot after her death.

Got in trouble at work because of it.

Visits little hope after it closed down in 1979.

Wasn’t that much older than Tanya based on his looks.

Became depressed after Tanya died.

Abandoned his car after carving a sun into it and rides a creaky bike.

Took care of Tanya’s grave.

Got along with Anthony before the fire.

He drinks the brand of beer ‘singing nickel’.

Played pool/darts with Anthony before.

If you can think of any hobbies I missed let me know please. I'm trying to write some fics and want a better feel on the characters and would hate to miss something. Please and thank you. Even if it's just one off things the characters have said when Anthony was hallucinating them.

#little hope #dark pictures little hope #anthony clarke #dennis clarke #anne clarke #tanya clarke #james clarke #megan clarke #vince barnes #Vincent Barnes

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blubary · 1 year

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Some of the funniest glitches I've come across in Little Hope

I have come across many glitches like the characters disappearing, characters being bald, and just straight-up characters teleporting.

There are spoilers ahead just so you know

In the bar, the game will literally give away who Vince is. I don't mean saying his name in the subtitles before he introduces himself, I mean it will say Tanya's boyfriend. I have seen it more than once; it is so funny.

Again, the game gives something away. I was playing and I paused the game to see who I was. It said I was Anthony up where it says the character's name. It was very funny and weird.

This one happened a bit ago but I was John walking around (in The Crossing chapter I think) And I witnessed Daniel walk into the fog and never come back. Taylor wasn't around either and it was horrifying. I even tried going into the fog myself and it obviously did work.

The part where Daniel and Taylor almost kiss. Daniel was talking and the game just cut him off mid-sentence and moved on. It was really funny.

#dark pictures little hope #dark pictures anthology little hope #little hope #glitches #game glitches #I found these hilarious for some reason lmaoo #poor daniel #the game didn't even want him to talk #there have been so many more glitches I've seen lmao

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108garys · 2 years

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Little Hope: Change of plans

so here's a quick little Vince/Tanya oneshot

@kassiekolchek22 @abigails-batpack @badideaart @delurkr the American spelling "mom" is as far as I'm willing to go for authenticity lol(copious handholding and sad Clarke hours)

Tanya sat in the passenger seat of Vince’s car still in her work clothes under her coat. The car sat at an intersection as Vince tapped along to the radio; drumming his fingers against the steering wheel waiting for the light.

On one hand home and family; Dad would be drinking and Mom giving him hell for it, Dennis would be Dennis… She looked out the window and smirked, snowfall lit by headlights seeming reminiscent of sparks fleeing a great inferno, smoky fog swirled around the dull yellow streetlamp overhead. Warmth. That’s what she missed. Megan would be in trouble and it’d be everyone’s problem by the time she arrived… It was getting old.

The other way? Freedom, if only for a few hours. “What’s on your mind?” Vince asked taking her hand, she turns to him smiling, she was tired. “Let’s get out of here.”

“Out?” He turns down the radio, “Out of the snow? Out of… Town?” It was tempting, she’d be lying if she said she never thought about it, leaving Little Hope behind was on her mind near constantly as of late, but… “I’d settle for a movie.” He smiled back at her. The light turned green.

All the good films were either half way through or a few hours off from their next screening, so they went for coffee instead. Waiting for their order, a firetruck sped past the window, “I hope it’s not serious,” Tanya could name a few places in Little Hope that she wouldn’t mind being reduced to ashes, so long as long as nobody got hurt of course. “I’m sure it’s nothing,” Vince reassured her as the waitress sat down their coffee and went about her business, it was awful but she’d endure it to be out with Vince just a little bit longer.

“You’re sweet enough,” Vince laughed watching her upend a handful of sugar sachets in an attempt to improve her beverage, “Am I?” Tanya playfully flicked one of the balled up packets, it bounced off his shoulder before disappearing on to the floor. She grinned triumphantly as he returned fire.

Police? Going the same way…

“What the hell is going on?” She thought aloud, no ambulances yet, that was a good sign… Wasn’t it? “Hey, Vince grabbed her hand, she tore her eyes from the window, “So what’s on your mind, really?”

“Oh just my ‘charming’ family.” She drank with her free hand, “They’re not so bad,” he leaned forwards in his seat, “I had a chat with Anthony the other day, he’s a good kid.” He is, he always seemed so lonely and Tanya knew she could stand to tell Anthony that she appreciates him more. “…And I’ve been meaning to catch one of Dennis’s shows,” Vince continued, “But I’m not sure he’s the biggest fan of me.” That was putting it mildly, she thought. “I wouldn’t take it personally, he’s just like that.” He drummed his fingers against his cup, “He’ll come around, I’ll make sure of it, so you want to come with?”

“Sure, Why not,” she smiled brushing her red hair out of her eyes, she thought about the way Dennis’s face lit up the first time she went to see him play, they never spoke about it… “I think he’d appreciate that.”

Finishing up, time was getting away from them; it was a work night after all. Making their way back to the car the moon caught her eye, “It’s beautiful tonight, “ she felt Vince’s arm wrap around her middle, “She sure is.” She leaned into him, she couldn’t help the way his voice made her heart skip a beat, “Not without the sun’s light to brighten her face.” She let herself be drawn closer to him, the cold air stung her face but they both knew that wasn’t the reasons for her rosy cheeks. His other hand tilted her chin, her face washed in the pale moonlight, “You should give yourself a little more credit,” she smiled as he leaned in to kiss her, pulling away from him. Eyes bright with returned affection. “Maybe we should get out of this cold.” He let her go, making his way to the driver’s side.

It took a minute for the car to heat up and soon only a few more to be home, ending this moment between them. The moon hid behind dark clouds. Vince spoke as he kept his eyes on the road, “I’m picking up an extra shift at the factory,” she thought of her father, he was always going on about how dire things were with work when he thought they couldn’t hear. “Is it really as bad as all that?” His face was lined with concern, his eyes filled with uncertainty and his voice confident. “We’ll make it work.”

‘We’ll make it work’ she mulled over his response, it was all the confirmation she needed really. They were quiet as the thick clouds all but blot out the sky, it wasn’t snowing anymore. She wanted to flee with him, work be damned, to find some place where they could ‘make it work’ but she knew for all her frustration she did love her family; times were hard for all of them and it was easy to forget that.

Tanya didn’t know how to bridge the divide that had formed in their house, she could start by telling Anthony that she appreciates him, ask Dennis about his music… Maybe see if Megan wanted to go to the park after school? She felt exhausted from her day and the weight of the week ahead of her. Maybe tomorrow-

Her eyes snapped to attention as Vince suddenly hit the brakes, she didn’t need to ask why. Red and blue lights flash across the snow barely perceptible against the blinding light as desperate men battle the flames that engulf her home. Her shaking hands struggle with her seat belt as she frantically exits the car, Vince is somewhere behind her as she runs; searching for the faces of her family. A man, she doesn’t care who, stops her. “Miss Clarke, I’m sorry, there’s nothing that could be done.” Her heart is pounding in her ears, she knew the house was lost why was he telling her that? She pushed past him, they had to be here. She doesn’t register the looks of pity in her neighbours’ eyes as she looked for them. An open door burned brightly before her, as if answering an inaudible call she stepped towards it; she needed to tell them-

Vince threw both his arms around her, turning into lead. She fell to her knees, hot tears seared her face; he shielded her in his embrace as he whispered to her.

She couldn’t recall being led away, nor neighbours offering her a place to stay, she just held onto Vince, her mind turning over. Did I say goodbye when I left for work? She tried and tried to remember, to prove that she hadn’t left in anger or… But all that came was her and Vince sitting at an intersection, if she had just gone straight home…

The reports said the fire was caused by a child’s toy left too close to the stove, Mom had been trapped in the bathroom; Tanya knew the doors stuck. The ceiling had collapsed, the coroner lied that her father’s death had been quick… The less she thought of what happened to Dennis… Anthony, he was with Megan, He was always a good kid…

Tanya stood in front of the mirror, smoothing out the surface of her clothes. She had seen the sleek black dress in town a few times but it wasn’t in her budget. She hadn’t anywhere to wear it… In another life she would have been overjoyed to own it, her eyes were dull; she couldn’t remember the first funeral she went to…

Vince’s stuff was packed up in boxes, everything she owned was new. Numbly she thought, she was cursed with everything she wanted, no matter how small or petty and it had cost her everything she should have held dear.

#little hope #tanya clarke #vince barnes #vinya #the dark pictures little hope #the dark pictures anthology #little hope fic #fanfic #oneshot #fluff makes for great kindling #tanya/vince

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deathwis-arc · 2 years

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* STARTER / @farriman » for anthony !

she doesn't think anything of it at first ; ballerina feet carrying her from room to room in a daze. dolled up eyes fluttering around, perfectly curled lashes batting like butterfly wings. mystical green orbs reflecting an array of items in them, mirroring the mess that is her family with a tinge of disgust layered over it. just a casual stroll ( taken to remind her why she wants to escape this hell in the first place, she can't let herself forget ) while she bides time. wasting it as if it was nothing but air drifting between manicured fingers. always feigning the airhead when it came to ignoring her sisterly responsibilities. frankly, tanya is more than a little irritated to be assigned megan duty. skin crawling at the nerve of it all. doesn't she do the heavy lifting enough around here? out of three, the only one you see holding a secure, shitty job is her. working overtime at that shady diner down the way, dusty uniform adorned and skating around on wobbling knees to fake a smile and coo at strangers. hear the old men whistle for her and put up with their incessant pawing … then she's forced to deliver greasy food that totally slips under freshly done black nails. it's so grody! when mom drones on about how a woman's work is never done, tanya has to admit she's right ; if her unfair position had anything to say about it. yet under all the vast attitude is a heart that still wrings whenever she sees her baby brother worried. if anthony's that concerned over their basket case of a sister then fine. she'll do what their parents and dennis won't and take care of everything. a faded routine to fall back into, except now her muscles ache and her patience is already spread thin. anthony better not get used to how she bends for him, though … especially since she's still ditching this town.

vague thoughts that orbit around how he'll fare skirt around her head while she moses around his bedroom. an invasion of privacy on her part, although the waitress is certain anthony won't mind nearly as much as dennis. and what the rockstar doesn't know won't hurt him, she decides. besides, there's no way in hell he's not the one who's been snooping in her diary. it's only fair she invades the shared room for anything that might benefit her later. to bring up and weaponize if dennis gets too bleeding hearted on her about the vince thing again. still, the girl opts not to touch anything despite her peeved nature. deciding she can't be bothered with such brutish methods anyway.

which is how tanya finds herself here, in a room that reeks of sweat and another scent she can't bring herself to place -- in a place wholly unfamiliar to her. gazing at everything with fading interest and a smidge of caution. holding back a scoff at the macabre posters plastered on the walls and briefly toying with the puritan figurine on the guys' shared desk. never understanding anthony's boring fascination with this stuff ; a thought she actually whispers into existence without knowing. for a split second, or maybe a split millionth second, tanya tries to understand her brother. wondering what he gets out of hoarding so many freaky books and knick knacks that get him into nothing but trouble from mom. but the thought process trails into not understanding why anthony cares so much about this cage they've grown up in, which is anything but good for her to think about. anger is quick to lick at her throat, hot coils binding around the juncture and squeezing, and in a slight fit she slams down the figurine with a little more force than necessary. ears deaf to the way the desk rattles with the slam, teetering on olden wood legs. unable to recognize it, or maybe tanya just doesn't like to see it. either way, she turns away from it in a flurry of green cloth and attempts to quell the anger with distractions. sucking in breath the moment her throat loosens and allowing air to pass through again. chest hungry for it more than she knew. trying to pay the emotions no mind ( they won't help her, they'll make her reconsider what she decided forever ago ) she brushes past the blue twin bed to make way for the exit. more than ready to deal with megan and get it over with. although, well, she actually thinks something of it this time ; when her dismissive gaze falls on it once more. at first, the eldest clarke daughter only meant to glance at the guitar propped up against dennis' bed. mental imagery tinting scarlet and flowing towards the boy in the attic. the flashy instrument isn't in its usual spot, tanya embarrassingly notices, so was he practicing earlier? she knows there wasn't a showing for his band tonight ; the posters hung around the town are old, date all wrong, yet she wonders if he went out. if he went and goofed off with that loser pack of his. it makes her more upset than it should, like everything here these days. that very idea pairing up with the fact he didn't spend all night downstairs waiting for her -- and that's when she sees it. actually sees it and registers the object, now being gently folded and tucked away into a compartment in her brain.

it's enough to make a sure stride falter. slender jaw dropping an inch when she recognizes the once foreign object that's draped over the bed in such an uncaring manner. she had seen it briefly upon entering, hard not to notice a blue as vivid as that, but it hadn't crossed her mind as significant. and now here she is! gawking at it, with moon wide eyes that accompany the immediate weight that sinks her heart. dropping into the dread pools forming and splashing along the stomach lining within -- in a way that makes her queasy and leaves her grimacing. bones aching to their very marrow with the striking alert sense that something about this is very wrong. for the life of her, though, she can't grasp why. the implications failing to register with the hippie just yet, not while fear jostles in petrified veins and the confidence arch of a perfect back begins to hunch. shoulders ( broader than they should be, she knows, an insecurity too damning now ) trying to squish together in discomfort, almost as if she's subconsciously trying to shield her eyes a little too late. that uneasy feeling quickly turns into paranoia by her own volition. after all, who likes sitting with an emotion they can't understand? whenever tanya can't get something, it frustrates her and turns her into a woman on a mission. determined to find out what's up, to uncover any secrets being kept behind her back. it's hard being a girl in times like these, having to fend away men and women alike in the name of getting by. she knows, in a violent burst of clarity, that secrets hurt like a bitch when they're not yours ... and sometimes? even then.

trembling fingers inch towards the article of clothing. running along frayed strings of wool with an impulsive urge to grip a strand and start pulling ; to unravel the damn thing! a passion that unsettles her and forces tanya to take a breath. trying to get a grip on herself at least, all while soft hands gently pick the item up. thumbs running over the distinct pattern, eyes diverting to the bed. plump lips pursed into a thoughtful frown even when gorgeous eyes remain squinted with suspicion. looking to the red duvets ( which are clean, another thing that strikes her as off ) like they'll take on dennis' voice and, loyal as ever, give her the answers she seeks. a stupid wish that wouldn't come true even if she tried to use some sort of magick. that's a waste of good materials for starters, and completely absurd in conclusion. this isn't worth the effort. who cares about her little brother's silly laundry? and even more pressing, more obvious, who gives a rat's ass about dennis' lame stuff? she's just in a funny mood tonight … didn't she act cold with vince tonight too? twisting kind words for no reason other than to be a pain in the ass? right, that's – yeah, she's having a day. that's all.

with everything wrapped into a perfect ( shabby ) little bow, tanya should've just dropped it. kicked it to the side with everything else that bothered her and go on her merry way. yet when the waitress finally exits the room, the blue sweater remains tucked under her arm. stolen away in the night like the princesses in those fairytales. though in her proper opinion, anthony couldn't be a maiden so beloved, couldn't have items so reverently desired or of high importance. he's too oddly shaped and awkward, never knowing when to speak or when to remain quiet. freckles have never been in, either. he'd have to cover those up with concealer to score any man, and probably get a change in wardrobe too. play fixer upper with the angled brows and finally lose the extra weight in his stomach. thoughts like these continue to infect her head even when she bothers with megan, words slipping out without thought. pointed in a way tanya can't control. she thinks about anthony, back when he was messed up, and how he could be in an asylum right now if it wasn't for her honeyed words and sharp eye. accidentally blurts that out but warping it to make it relate to megan. unable to stand looking at her little sister who's so like anthony it's sometimes unbearable. she can't stop, can't press the breaks and force her thoughts elsewhere, because the sweater beneath her arm seems to burn. forever reminding the eldest daughter of the idiotic feelings buzzing like raw energy in her chest. reminding the girl of anthony, and stupid fucking dennis. curses flow easily now, tanya too concerned with other things to reinforce the femininity she lost tooth and nail for to embody. by the time she hastily exits her little sister's room, more than unimpressed by how the conversation went, she's heading downstairs before she knows it. body moving on its own accord and mind already made up the moment she kept the sweater close. rationalizing an answer to every probing question the heart throws her way. like the good big sister she is, she took the sweater so anthony wouldn't get beaten to a pulp later if dennis found it. protective of anthony even when her foot's halfway out the door. doesn't that boy know how touchy the rockstar is about his things? especially when it comes to said things being touched by anyone but him? and, yeah, maybe the two boys have become chummy lately … hard not to notice the melting of two presences when it's happening before your eyes. spotting the two in the living room, holed up together, had struck a cord in her, sure ... but it's only because tanya's been real firm with keeping her distance from the both of them. they're lonely! that's all! if anything, the sudden buddy buddy is pathetic, isn't it? it should be something to snide at! but ...

( “what crawled up his ass?” / a smile, lovesick in nature, the same expression anthony takes whenever she hassles him about this mysterious crush he has ; then the tender way he answered, “just dennis doing what he's good at. being really dennis” )

when tanya finds who she's looking for, her expression is anything but kind. a warning sign from a mile away with the pinched smile she takes up, the searching look scorching. it's odd how her body feels suspended in air while the rest of her feels like it's sinking further into the depths, drenched in inky blotches that make the insiders wither. how she can still function despite the turmoil within. the way she can appear so unfazed with the way tanya throws wavy, mauve bangs back over her pierced ears. hair having been mused with the way she flew down here. the importance of appearance is strengthened more than ever, for reasons she can't understand, so she takes time to brush through it with a free hand. taking calculated steps into the bar room and trying not to feel ill when she spots anthony curled up on one of those creaky, decrepit chairs. cup of tea on the table beside him and a green book of all things in hand. salvia in her mouth churns sour until it's a bitter aftertaste, bottom lip trembling, and hands uncertain as she tries to unfold the bundle of cloth that had been smothered beneath a motherly arm. exposing it to it's full extent for those matching blue eyes to see. with a clipped tone, she jumps straight into the water. patience and kindness all worn out by the day's events.

“care to explain to me why i found this on dennis' bed?” god, she sounds too upset. doesn't mean to sound like she's condemning him for something she feels in her gut, but tanya can't help it. tiny clues that were once ignored now built up into a knot that's slowly loosening in her chest. heart crumbling and aching to the point it spreads to the pulse in her wrists. it's neverending ; the mean thoughts, the images, the orchestra of feelings. the sudden stench that burns at her nostrils, emitting from the sweater. knowing what it is and having to keep stewing in the denial to stay sane. cheeks flaring unflattering red. what's next, she thinks tiredly, steam coming outta her ears? she can only muster out another bite of, “like, seriously, what's up? you know he hates this crap, so explain!” and then, in an instant, words come out of her in such a rush that they hiss together, “and don't lie to me, because if dennis doesn't kick your ass, i will. that's a promise.”

#◆ DEAR DIARY ﹎ tanya / in character #&& farriman #okay honestly this is old and i hate looking at this but you wanted to see it so !! here !#the thread we've all been waiting for ... adjakdkas #will say that while i wrote it horribly that i love the idea tanya kinda noticed like. things between her boys and just !!#choose to ignore them !! like she kinda already KNEW like the rest of the clarkes probably kinda know. but like everyone else?#she ignored it too lol. more for her own sake bc god is she about to feel soooo betrayed and violent ruh roh #me @ anthony : get ready for the waterworks lol #also more obsessed with how this is about to go down and dennis is just. in the attic. chilling.#anyway !! i wish i could've done this more justice but alas im rusty and just wanted to. get this out there.#t&a confrontation! t&a confrontation!#tw long post #oh also? me slipping in the fact tanya is hurt bc she knows anthony wont run away with her? yeah <3 #lots of thoughts ... anyway. take this trash bestie!!

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readmancy · 4 years

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the little hope twist is okay but i think the reason a lot of people didn’t like it is because the man of medan twist was so underwhelming and disappointing

narrative wise, i do like it, especially since it adds a lot of replay value when you can look at it with a different lens. personally, i would have liked it if that twist were only reserved for one of the endings. i know there are games where the reality is different depending on which ending you got.

i think the whole “it was all a grief-struck dream” would be great but it does such a great disservice to the rest of the possible aspects of the game. i really liked the emotional hit you get, especially when you get the good ending, but i feel like there should have been other endings that would at least validate the reincarnation/final destination aspect of the story. they could have even combined the aspects a little? like maybe instead of him going through the specific town where the tragedy struck, it could be that little hope is just a town that traps people who never move on?

that would work with vince being there. the fog never lets him leave because he can’t move on from tanya, and maybe he doesn’t want to leave? maybe the monsters are real and little hope is one of those “mysterious” towns that are lost (i.e. if you’re not grieving, even if you follow the map, you can’t find it. it’s Gone.) and it’s the town that finds you. if you don’t move on, the monsters of guilt either kill you or drive you crazy. i don’t know.

point is i wish there were more endings that validated the other aspects of the game

#little hope #until dawn #man of medan #dark pictures anthology #dark pictures little hope #my thoughts

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hdstrng · 3 years

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( some assorted details on the reincarnation au ) taylor’s life runs quite a few parallels to tanya’s in the modern setting — things like painting her tire swing as a kid and dying her hair red were her own ideas and were unknowingly influenced by the life before. her character was never far off, either. always outspoken, a free spirit, and when the time came for her to go off to college, she finally got the taste of freedom she’d always craved from the clarke household. when they get to l.ittle h.ope, the times seem to blend together in a way.

tabitha was a little different. opinionated and responsible, yes, but not as willful as the future girls. she was more willing to be influenced by others and hope to steer things her way as it goes, but it didn’t exactly work out for her. her future incarnates are more forceful as a result, trusting their own gut response over anyone else’s — perhaps too much.

as for vince in the present, my take would be that the first time he sees the group, he doesn’t believe what he sees, thinks he’s just had too much to drink and is starting to see things — and he pretty much continues to assume this through the night until andrew straight up crashes into him as they’re all running to the church. maybe the demons don’t appear to him because he wasn’t seen to really be involved in the cycle ? and so andrew taking a shot seemingly aimed at him only brings back all kinds of old frustrations to a new level.

now like. sole survivor au ??? andrew’s own ‘ test ’ boils down to his choice of who to condemn during the witch trials, and blaming mary gets him killed at the house ( instead of just offing everyone no matter what choice they personally made ). vince comes by her sitting by the�� house in the morning and with a short exchange, directs her to the diner down the road. he’s strangely more sympathetic towards her than she’s seen him acting all night with the others. she stumbles into the diner so distraught that her waitress calls for help and gives her some breakfast on the house.

her story to those who ask is that she was on a field trip when her bus crashed , and she woke up nearing dawn with everyone missing. she walked through town trying to find them, but came out with nothing and no one . . . so the police conduct a search. but there is no one left to find — as far as she knows, what was left of her friends disappeared into the fog. she goes back to school, tries to move on, but nothing will ever quite be the same.

#sorry if this kind of reads all over the place?? lol #i had a bunch of short drafted posts of ideas and figured. why not put them together #and anyway i'm also really interested in how vince would act in this au #like imagine them in the final girl scenario explaining the history of the house #also all this stuff is totally up to plot like !! it's my interpretation rn and #if u wanna develop it i'm So Down i will bow at ur feet!#〓 ◟ ( study. ) ↬ because the air tastes like ashes .#〓 ◟ ( arc. ) ↬ we meet ourselves time & time again .#q.

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fanficshiddles · 5 years

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The monster within, Chapter 11

We spent a few more days in the hotel. Barely going out, because of worry about being seen. Though I wasn’t entirely sure why, since Tom wouldn’t have a clue where we were. And besides, I was sure if Tom did find us again that Loki would be able to either teleport us away or use some of his magic to get us out of the situation. Not to mention how terrified of Loki Tom seemed to be once he had changed back.

There was one day on our last planned day to be there, we didn’t know where we were going to next, but Loki told me to stay put in the room while he nipped out for an hour. So, I just watched some boring TV while he was gone.

When he returned, he was beaming from ear to ear.

‘What is it?’

‘I’ve found us a home.’ He said excitedly, rushing over to me and grabbing my hands.

‘A home?’ I frowned, confused.

‘Yes. A lovely little cabin in the highlands. I’ve bought it outright now, paid cash. It is all ours. We will be safe there, Tom won’t find us.’ Loki smiled.

‘I… I didn’t realise we were going to be moving in together. Isn’t this all a bit too rushed? Shouldn’t we have a plan first, to find out where those girls are that Tom hurt. To tell my parents. We can’t just run away and hide!’ I was slightly concerned with Loki’s impulse of buying us a home.

‘Tom may be a human, but he is a human that would not be easy to win against. If he was to find us, he could make up any story he wants and have us be the ones in trouble. I can’t risk that happening. I don’t want you to be in harms way… If we move now, start a new life together. We can be free.’ Loki’s eyes were big and pleading, it was so difficult to say no.

I mean, why would I not want to start a life with him? We were going to have a baby together. And I did love him. Honestly, I couldn’t see that changing any time soon. Even if we had originally decided to take things a bit slow, it felt right.

But I was concerned at the fact there had been no word about Tom being locked in his own basement. I had been sure that it would have been reported. Paparazzi would have found out somehow or someone would have leaked it. But no, there was absolutely no word about Tom Hiddleston… I wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

I certainly hoped he hadn’t perished down there. I would never forgive myself if he had. But surely someone would have gone along eventually and found him. It’s not like someone such as Tom could go missing without arousing suspicion.

‘Alright. Let’s go. But once there, I’m calling my parents. I will tell them I fell in love and have… Eloped, or something.’ I laughed.

‘Excellent!’ Loki was giddy with excitement, it made my heart melt. He was just like a big puppy dog.

Before I got dressed, I turned the TV channel over and the news came up. My entire body froze when I heard a familiar voice on it.

Loki launched for the remote but I shouted at him not to. ‘WAIT! It’s Tom.’

He stopped and left it on the channel for me to see.

‘I know this seems crazy. But Loki is real, he came to me in his Jotun form and blackmailed me into finding him a girl. It was the only way to break a spell, he told me. He has since kidnapped and ran away with Tanya Vince. If anyone has any sightings of her at all, please get in touch with the police. I believe she is in grave danger with Loki. She needs to be brought back home, safely, to her parents.’ Tom told a reporter.

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. So much for Tom being silent on us. I was classed as a missing person.

When I turned around to face Loki, he looked really concerned.

‘I can’t believe that asshole! What a bullshit story. HE is the one who kidnapped me, not you! HE is the one who is dangerous! Fucking hell... Loki, we need to contact someone, tell them the truth!’

‘No, darling. Please. They won’t believe us. It’s the matter of a monster over a human, and the human will always win.’ Loki cupped my face in his hands, he looked greatly concerned and scared. ‘I saw the news earlier, that’s why I was quick to find us somewhere safe to go to. We need to go now, get as far away from Tom as possible. Please, my love. I just want what is best for you and the baby.’ His eyes were watering, I felt my heart breaking for him.

‘Ok. Let’s go.’ I nodded. Though I felt bad, what would my parents think? I was still going to have to phone them and tell them the truth. That I was safe and sound, but Tom was the monster. Not Loki. I just hoped that they would believe me…

I felt warmed that Loki hadn’t told me because he wanted to protect me. He didn’t want me to worry or panic that Tom was going to find us again.

Loki was able to teleport us to the cabin in the woods. I still hadn’t decided whether that was the better way to travel or not. I guess in a way it was, because it saved a lot of time and also saved us driving around in a car that we had technically stolen. Thus, lessening the chance of us being caught.

‘That was weird.’ I said to Loki, but I was soon distracted by the cabin on front of me. ‘Oh, wow!’ It looked wonderful. Bigger than I originally thought a cabin would be.

I looked around my surroundings and wasn’t sure what I thought of the location though, we were surrounded by trees. ‘So, literally a log cabin in the woods?’ I turned back to face Loki.

‘We will be safe here, darling. There is a village six miles from here.’ Loki nodded to the right, in direction of said village.

‘How will we get there? We will need to get a car.’

‘We will get one, in time. In the meantime, I can teleport there to get us supplies. Don’t worry, Tanya. It will work out.’ He assured me, sliding his hand to my lower back to guide me into our new home.

New home. I was still trying to wrap my head around it. It all had happened so fast, I certainly wanted to give things a try with Loki, but I never expected to be moving into a home with him this sudden.

As you walked in the door of the cabin there was a small porch, then that led into a mini hall. To the right was the living room and joined kitchen. Back in the hall, there were two bedrooms, the bathroom at the end of the hall and also a utility room.

It was lovely and cosy. I did really like it. But I wasn’t sure whether I could see myself there forever or not… But I knew it would be for the best until things with Tom calmed down, or until we came up with another plan to fight back against his ridiculous bullshit of a story.

Surprisingly, the two of us settled in pretty well. There was some food already there that Loki had prepared previously so I put my old cooking skills to the test and made us a chicken pasta dish.

Loki promised he would take me to the village in a couple of days’ time so I could get a phone signal to contact my parents, because there was no signal where we were and we had no phone either. We’d also go to the doctors too, to get a scan for the baby so we knew that all was going ok.

We were sitting on the sofa in the evening, sharing a cosy blanket and snuggling up together. Loki was stroking my back in soothing circles, almost drifting me off to sleep while he spoke. His voice was so soothing and dreamy.

‘Am I boring you, darling?’ He teased.

‘Not at all. I love your voice, it’s so soothing.’ I smiled and leaned against him more.

He chuckled and kissed the top of my head. Then he took my chin and turned me towards him more so he could kiss my lips. While we kissed, my heart was thumping against my chest. His hands started to roam more, boldly sliding under my top to stroke across my bare skin. When he reached up and cupped my breasts, I let out a gasp and pulled back ever so slightly.

‘I, uhm. Would you mind if we waited a little longer before doing stuff like that? I just feel like I still don’t really want to rush it. I mean, I know we’ve done it already and I’m pregnant. But I just’ I was stopped talking by a soft kiss on my lips.

Loki smiled. ‘You don’t need to explain to me, my darling. We will take it as slow as you want. I understand.’ He spoke softly.

‘Thank you.’ I smiled.

That night I fell into a deep, comfortable sleep again with Loki’s arms around me protectively. I felt safe and loved with him. It felt right.

#The monster within #Tom Hiddleston #Loki #fan fiction

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pseudoneiiric · 2 years

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@deathwis sent: “i was never permanent, was just another stop along the line” ( radical face edition ) » dennis abt tanya to anthony mayhaps ? 👁️ or just dennis to tanya !! / accepting!

vulnerability isn’t exactly something tanya’s good with. as much as she pretties herself up with painstakingly-applied eyeshadow and lip gloss, she’s not as feminine as she parades herself to be. the dainty clothing and cloying smiles are a facade — that much became obvious when she hacked all her hair off, blazed a trail to something more fierce and independent. but surprise, surprise — that didn’t work, either. now that she’s independent and headstrong, she finds something in her lacking, something that clamours to be protected and loved without end. this is exactly why she doesn’t do the whole “introspecting” thing that anthony’s always been so fond of. too much work, and it just makes her more confused than before.

and that’s why, she admits to herself with a silent sigh, she and dennis can’t be together. because dennis wants something from her, something that’s hard. he wants her to open up that heart of hers and house him inside. but he’s just too — too big, too much. too big a risk. as much as he offers up his promises and his devoted eyes (eyes she could get lost in, eyes that could lead her right down to hell), she knows that he has no plans, never has. he’s too reckless, not enough of a sure thing. not like her vince, a possessive edge to her thoughts even if she knows that her feelings for the older man are a far cry from what’s blazing in her chest. regret, maybe? pity? god, she said she wasn’t going to do any of this introspecting shit! fuck, she hopes anthony hasn’t rubbed off on her permanently. no offence, but that kid’s going to worry himself into an early grave.

finally, the woman sighs, folding her arms over her chest and offering up a wounded stare. dennis, her first love (sometimes she wonders if he’s her only love), always someone tall enough that she has to look up to him. she’s only ever felt safe in his arms, only ever wanted to let her guard down around him. (ugh, that’s not true, there’s anthony, but she’s not an idiot, she knows it’s different with anthony.) “what do you want me to say?” offering up phrases that never soothe, only ever tear apart. “that we’re gonna get married? have kids together and live in a miserable little white-picket fenced house? get real, dennis. you know how mom would — ” but this isn’t really about mom, is it? if she were out here looking for parental approval, she never would have left the church, or cut her hair, or dated dad’s coworker. not to mention she wouldn’t be saving whatever she can to get out of this hellhole. no, if she were like that, she’d be a carbon copy of good boy anthony, with a permanent hunch in his back from kissing anne and james’ asses. she cuts herself off to look away from dennis, knowing that she won’t be able to handle the way his face will contort and show off his bleeding heart. “besides, i’m with vince now. you know, the guy you’re being unnecessarily hostile to? he might even be your big brother some day.” salt in the wound, she knows, but he deserves to feel it. maybe it’ll soak up some of that moisture that’s making him so sappy all of a sudden.

he should just get over her. she’s gotten over him. fuck, okay, she hasn’t, but she’s at least trying. but typical dennis is just rotting away in his own grief instead of moving on. though she can’t deny that she prefers it that way, knowing how much it would hurt her if he found someone else. if she knew that the door was always closed to her, even if she herself is the one trying to force it shut.

#deathwis #answered.#tanya clarke: in character.#exhales. this one was excruciating to write but #here you go!!! my first t.annis reply #these two wound me truly they do #queue.

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