#I mean in something like The Haunting of Hill House I don't mind so much because I have a character to latch on to

[warblingandwriting]

idk what's wrong with me but I feel like I have the opposite reaction to most people of horror when whatever's going on isn't explained or the monster is never shown it scares me less because I just have questions.

I read a short story recently that I have seen a a bunch of people hail as one of the scariest ever and I understand why it's liked and revered because it had a really interesting story structure, but the story itself left me totally cold going 'well what was that?' in the end. Perhaps I'm just not capable of imagining certain amounts of darkness, but all I could think at the end was why. I wasn't spooked at all because there no explanation of why the spooky thing was the way it was and that made it feel.. less real to me I guess. I like ambiguous endings, and ambiguity in other types of stories but with horror it often doesn't work on me

#movies #books #horror #thoughts #I mean in something like The Haunting of Hill House I don't mind so much because I have a character to latch on to #and Inland Empire is the scariest thing I've ever seen so this isn't a hard and fast rule #But I do not understand some stories like the one I read recently- The Pennine Tower Restaurant #and there was another one I read ages ago whose title I can't remember about a girl who just... was incapable of seeing another girl #and there's just no explanation in either and I felt like I didn't 'get' them the same way I get other horror stuff I like

[docholligay]

Do you think having such a personalized and detailed headcanon makes it harder to enjoy fic about the show/game that's written by others?

I mean sure, probably.

But unfortunately things I adore, for people named Doc who are me, fall into one of two buckets:

The character work and plot in this show are incredible, I find myself turning it around in my mind like a rotisserie chicken. I constantly discover new things about the show/book/game or the characters in it. I do not read fic about this, because why would I? Every answer I search for is in the text. I want to talk about this with someone, but about what is THERE, not what could be there. Ex: The Haunting of Hill House, Picnic at Hanging Rock, Piranesi, Bioshock:Infinite, Watership Down, Yellowjackets, among others.

The concepts of this could be amazing but are handled so fucking badly so consistently, in a shocking contrast to how INCONSISTENT the character work is, that all I want to do is steal it and make it better. All i want to do is turn it into something that doesn't suck ass when you look at it too hard. So I am going to take it SO seriously, and I am going to develop the rich inner lives for these characters that they lack, with intense backstories and families and motivation for how they got to be the person we know, or know sometimes, in certain episodes or shorts. Ex: Sailor Moon and Overwatch are the biggies here obviously, this is actually not an emotion I feel very often. I don't have intense backstories and extra-textual feelings and ideas about most of the stuff I read and watch, these two are just my Spiders Georg.

So! The odds on me being into something in the correct way to make me want to Seek Treasure Elsewhere but also I have a chill enough attitude about how the characters are that Any Dream Will Do is almost nil. I do not in ANY way mean this in a shady way, but I mostly read published adult fiction for entertainment and not fanfic. I am very picky about my fanfic. So, "plus these two new red and blue girls into Starbucks" often won't work for me, because the reasons to have Haruka and Michiru meet in a coffee shop are completely different from any of the reasons Fareeha and Angela might meet in a coffee shop, and so many of those types are archtypical plug and play stuff. Honestly, I have skated the idea of making a cheat sheet of fanon archetypes of various characters and buying a typewriter to sell 100-200 word 'quick fic' at cons with my sister. That's how common it is to use these archetypes. This is not a criticism! At all!

But, to take the two couples above, I have read so much BORING SHIT about both HM and FA that I could throw up. Lesbian couples have a lot of very milquetoast writing about them, and a lot of meet-cute which isn't really my bag.

But there are authors I love! @oathkeeper-of-tarth was and is one of the best harumichi writers out there and we don't even have all the same headcanons. The rare occasions @verbforverb decides to grace me with "Jewish Mercy I don't Have To Write" I pop a can of bubbly in the tub. And on both fields of battle @keyofjetwolf has stuff I've had bookmarked for years, and there are some things even within Rei's backstory and history that we disagree on.

Actually, to that point what I like is good writing. You can write me into believing nearly anything. There are things I believe about Amelie when I'm reading @lemon-embalmer's stuff that when I go back to my own world, aren't true, but when I'm in her world who the fuck cares, I'm having a great time. EVEN MORE to the point, I read @moonlight-frittata's stupid sun and moon lesbian League of Legends shit and I would rather shoot myslef than know ANYTHING about the game, but unfortunately she has a beautiful turn of phrase and plot flow to her work that I just....read anyway, because it is good. Fucking @tallangrycockatiel had me like 25 pages or so into a story before I was like, "OH SHIT, IS THIS SLASH??? WAIT I DON'T WANT TO READ ABOUT BOYS' LOVE!! NO!!" *hits next page* And I still could not care less about that podcast and would never listen to it, and if I did I would be massively disappointed because to my mind, her John and Arthur are the actual article, and whatever the fuck is going on in the source material can eat my dick.

So, yes, I DO think that having a very particular point of view is going to mean I back out of a story where like, "Lena stepped out of her Chelsea flat, custom leather high heels clicking against the step" sometimes, or, you know, "Haruka put down her copy of War and Peace, each meticulous note codified by a color-coded tab. Blue was for historical references to research, green for character analysis, yellow for themes, blah blah blah*" But I am actually shockingly open minded in what I will read, often to the point that I'm reading stuff from SHIT I DO NOT LIKE OR CARE ABOUT, because the quality of the writing is excellent. So, also no.

*I met someone who read books like this and I suddenly realized what the literary equivalent of 'knowing someone is a serial killer' was.

[yanderes-galore]

For my second request, may I request Walter Sullivan from Silent hill 4, the room? I’d imagine that he could be a cool Yandere to do. It can either be headcanons or if reader was supposed to be a sacrifice at first before he started his obsession with them. Anyways, thank you again for considering doing this request (it’s my final one this open ask box round since everyone deserves a chance to get their ask in 💙) Thanks again!

-MsPlacedHero

I'm not very familiar with Silent Hill 4 yet I did my research! Hope you enjoy :) Just a warning, I made this darker than my usual stories due to the character. So expect triggering themes mentioned in the TW section. You have been warned!

Yandere! Walter Sullivan Concept

(Silent Hill 4: The Room)

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Delusional behavior, Obsession, Death, Murder, Mentions of religious sacrifice, Clingy behavior, Trauma, Forced affection, Manipulation, Blood, Stalking, Kidnapping, Breaking and entering, Suicide mention, Cults, Rituals, Mutilation, Haunting/Paranormal, Yandere watches and holds you when you sleep, I get creepy with this one because he is a creepy man, I like to write unhinged characters at times, I don't condone any of this like usual, This is to depict horror, Forced relationship.

When it comes to Walter you can view his obsession as having two different parts.

When he was alive... and when he becomes a ghost.

You most likely first meet Walter when he was alive.

Sometime during his life, before he resorted to the killings, Walter was vulnerable yo kindness.

His view on humanity/society is that they're all cruel in his delusional mind.

So I imagine he'd get attached to you if you tried to help him when he was struggling.

For example, helping him when he was homeless.

Walter hasn't experience much kindness in his life so he easily clings to it, similar to when Eileen gave him her doll as a little girl.

You don't understand why he sobs so much when you try to help him.

Turns out... helping this one homeless man becomes your greatest mistake.

Like you said, Walter may see you as a needed sacrifice to obtain Paradise and see his mother at first.

Once he begins the sacrifices for the ritual he probably begins to stalk you.

Walter would eventually decide not to sacrifice you when his obsession settles in.

He loves your kindness and wants you to direct it towards him.

You may be the one good thing humanity has to offer in his eyes.

So I imagine you'd be spared from his blade... for now.

No, instead your fate may be worse.

You're the obsession of a religious fanatic serial killers who has killed countless victims of all ages for some sort of ritual.

Just because he isn't going to kill you doesn't mean your safe.

Walter most likely has worship yandere characteristics paired with delusional yandere behavior.

He sees you as important to him and feels he should pursue you.

You should witness paradise... you seem like you deserve it.

Walter most likely has no idea how to process romantic attraction.

He hasn't been close enough to anyone to really explore it.

So why does he feel this obsessive need to be closer to you...

Very close....

I imagine there's a pause in his killings where he just... finds you.

He stalks your home, be it a full house or an apartment.

For now he just watches your life.

Soon he gets bolder and tries to get into your home.

Maybe he succeeds before you notice.

Walter does seem like the type to cling to his darling.

He'll watch you as you sleep, maybe even lightly reach out to touch your skin, afraid you may break or something.

He may even be the type to try and hold you in your sleep to add to the horror of this situation.

He's not a good or sane man.

Walter just seems like a yandere with no boundaries, he feels his darling is perfection and that he's blessed to be in your presence.

Even if you're unaware.

As he's already committed murders by this point, this most likely alerts the cops as you call them out of fear.

In fact, your second "formal" encounter with Walter may be right before he's arrested.

Walter maybe decided to get bolder and tried to enter your home when you were awake.

He coos to you through the door and window about how you're meant to be.

You are a key to paradise and he'll reward you for being so nice in a world of corruption!

Meanwhile all you see is the homeless man you helped years ago trying to break into your home.

Safe to say before Walter can get his hands on you he is arrested.

Which leads into the second part of his obsession.

We all know in the original story he dies in jail by his own hands as the 11th victim of 21 sacrifices.

Which due to the cult he is a part of, he continues on as a ghost to finish the ritual.

I imagine as a ghost he'd immediately haunt his darling while searching for his final victims.

You'll notice it through hallucinations and portals to his "dimension".

The entire time Walter's playing with you, telling you in his own way he's still in your life.

Ghostly touches drift over you and you see visions of him.

Safe to say you feel like you're going insane.

Walter still keeps an eye on you while trying to finish the ritual.

He tells you in "dreams" that he'll show you paradise.

When he eventually meets his supposed "mother" he wants you to meet her.

For some reason he feels a strong connection to you and believes this is "love".

However, Walter most likely has never seen people display this type of love.

So he feels forcing himself into your life to gain your attention must be the right way.

Walter is delusional and thinks you must love him too, even as a ghost.

In his eyes... the fear in your eyes is just excitement.

I unfortunately think your fate is the same even if Walter loves you.

Eventually he feels the only way for you to be together is if you join him.

Which means, sadly, your death.

Walter promises he'll be gentle while he does it because he cares.

He says that as a ghost you can be with him in paradise after the ritual is complete.

So please don't struggle much as he carves the numbers into your flesh...

The pain will finish once he has your heart.

Hearts are needed for the ritual.

Yet for a little while Walter finds himself holding yours in his hands with an expression of adoration.

By the time you wake as a ghost, Walter is there to greet you.

He gives you a smile, claiming it was fate to meet you.

He's happy that he can finally show his love for you.

Here is where you belong... right with him.

Normally acts of kindness towards strangers is rewarded...

However you can barely call this a reward, despite what Walter keeps telling you.

Walter, regardless on if he's alive or not, would be obsessive over your touch.

He wants to hold you and just stay there.

Humanity is corrupt to him... yet you're different.

So he must preserve you.

To him, your murder was not only important for the ritual, but to keep you from becoming like the rest.

In his eyes this is mercy, this is a reward for helping him out.

Now... he's helped you too.

Here, when paradise eventually arrives, he'll take you with him.

He can't wait for you to meet Mother.

#yandere silent hill #yandere silent hill 4 #yandere walter sullivan

[tsukimefuku]

Thanks for answering my ask. If you don't mind me asking (again), who are your top 10 favorite characters (can be male or female) from all of the media that you loved (can be anime/manga, books, movies or tv series)? And why do you love them? Sorry if you've answered this question before.....

I always get to thinking HARD on this, trying to remember every favorite character I've had my entire life, and trying to put them in order of favoritism. I will just put every character I remember first and go from there, lol. They're not in order of importance.

Shirley from Haunting of Hill House. I love the flanaverse with all my heart, and I adore Shirley because she is an incredibly well written and actually flawed character, that learns to grow past her stubborness and self-righteousness in a beautiful and very realistic way.

Makishima from Psycho-Pass. This villain is my favorite kind of villain: the one that, to a certain extent, you can agree with. He brings extremely important debates in the world he's inserted, and since I currently am studying AI applications in criminal law, well, safe to say I rewatched psycho-pass recently.

Abra from Doctor Sleep. I mean, can I get a hands-up for female characters that are incredible, amazing, badass, without having to resort into masculinization themselves, like doing things by force or violence? Abra is smart, witty and solves her problems using just that. I simply love her, so so so much.

The obvious one (1), Nanami Kento from Jujutsu Kaisen. I really like that this character is someone very dutiful, orderly and rule-abiding (in a universe in which the rule creators - Jujutsu Society - are a bunch of pieces of shit, for that matter) and yet, he's not utilized like "the annoying prick". He adds a much-needed dimension to how characters overall receive and react to the universe of Jujutsu Kaisen and Jujutsu Society's shortcomings.

The obvious one (2), Higuruma Hiromi, also from JJK. I'm a complete sucker for characters that are broken idealists, but never lose their ideals completely. Also, even if he appears very little in the manga, I feel like he might've given the first push on Yuji to learn to separate what is his responsibility and what isn't. From a criminal lawyer perspective, responsibility for your actions is paramount in deciding how to live your life, and I feel that his conflicts were incredibly well written overall.

Ginoza (Psycho-pass): This is the case of a rule-abiding character in an unfair and unjust universe with shitty rules. So, yeah, he begins like a pain in the ass. What I love about him, though, is his evolution to becoming much more than that and finding peace. It's a beautiful character arc.

Diane Ngyuen from Bojack Horseman. I love how they explore her and her relationships to convey how depression can take a hold of a person's life, but that someone is not their mental ilness, their depression, or even the traumas they suffered in life. We can find the joy to live even if we can't attribute any meaning or reason for the bad things that happened to us. We don't have to do that in order to heal. Sometimes, shit happens, and it's okay to let go.

Angel Dust from Hazbin Hotel. Angel is in my favorite's list, but in my opinion, he should've been a she. The way this character was masterfully pieced together to convey such delicate topics like abuse and overt-sexual-behavior as a coping mechanism had me with my jaw dropped for the entirety of episode 4 - but these themes are usually more pervasive in women. Also, the performance aspect of it all (sexualization as trying to please someone and make the cycle of violence stop) is something very intense for women in our society. I think we'd have more layers to an already GREAT character if this character was female.

Fleabag. Firstly, I love how this character is a complete lunatic. But on a more serious note, I LOVED the beautiful and sad way Fleabag's grieving process over the death of her mother was portrayed. Grieving in not always pretty - I'd argue it's typically the opposite. Grief is UGLY most of the time, and I like how Phoebe conveyed that on-screen with a character that is so much more than her grief - she's smart, witty, knowledgeable, charismatic, egotistical, impulsive, flawed. Just mwah, chef's kiss. I'm a sucker for well written and layered characters.

Retsuko from Aggretsuko. I haven't watched season 4 yet (and don't think I'll ever get around to), so I'm stating this with only having watched until season 3. What I like most about her character is how you can be (and celebrate being) someone that wants mundane and simple things. She wants peace, a good job and a marriage. She doesn't chase a grandiose purpose - and it's OKAY to not be someone that aspires for anything beyond a comfortable and happy life. Life can be fulfiling, even if you're not chasing a grand purpose. I can totally vibe with that.

Fukuchan🦉

#fuku answers

[erstwhilesparrow]

any book or tv show recommendations mayhaps?

oh! hello! (had a second of "WHO ARE YOU AND HOW DID YOU FIND ME" and then i checked your blog and was like, "ah, okay, never mind, you are entirely aware i am in the midst of being really pretentious about mcyt right now." welcome!)

under a cut for I Talk A Lot crimes:

hm. okay, tv shows first because i know that'll be short:

NBC's Hannibal (2013) - Huge massive content warning for cannibalism and gore but also the prettiest murders you've ever seen. Feels weird recommending this one because it feels so widely known, but I do love it and I don't watch a lot of other TV. Borrowed from Wikipedia: "FBI profiler Will Graham is recruited by Jack Crawford, [...] to help investigate a serial killer in Minnesota. With the investigation weighing heavily on Graham, Crawford decides to have him supervised by forensic psychiatrist Dr. Hannibal Lecter." Things only get worse for him from there.

Mars Red - Deeply cerebral anime about vampires. Full of theatre references, musings on life and time and death and what it means to sit on the edge / outside that as a vampire. Very very pretty. Plot-wise, it's about a group of not-particularly-connected vampires in 1920s Japan who've been recruited to a special military unit working to protect humans from other vampires.

Revolutionary Girl Utena - It's free on YouTube both dubbed and subbed. So much is happening. I am nowhere near done unravelling it and I may well be casting longing glances toward the project of unravelling it for the rest of my life. Utena Tenjou is a student at Ohtori Academy with dreams of being a prince straight out of a fairytale. She is drawn into a mysterious duelling tournament with Ohtori Academy's Student Council for the hand of the Rose Bride.

books:

Piranesi by Susanna Clarke - Utterly enchanting. A man called Piranesi wanders the House, a functionally infinite building so enormous its upper levels are filled with clouds and its lower levels are flooded and have tides. There is a plot, but most of my love of this book comes from how we as readers get to explore and luxuriate in the House alongside Piranesi. I've seen this called 'anti-horror' because it takes a premise that would be really easy to do as horror (forever lost in an enormous impossible structure with almost no human contact) and makes it something looked with wonder and joy.

Gingerbread by Helen Oyeyemi - Fun! Funny? Playful for sure. Almost a fairy tale. It feels distinctly like sometimes the narrator is winking at you. A woman from a country that doesn't seem to exist on any map attempts to tell her daughter about where she came from, and about their family's history with gingerbread.

The Haunting of Hill House by Shirley Jackson - A fairly significant part of the reason for my obsession with architectural / spatial horror. What if the thing that made a house haunted was not any particular ghost, but simply that something had gone wrong in the house itself? Eleanor Vance is invited to stay at the eponymous house while it is being investigated for supernatural occurrences, and attempts to navigate connecting with the other inhabitants of the house and escaping from the demands of caring for her mother.

My Own Devices by Dessa - I love Dessa's writing in whatever form it takes. I've seen plenty of writing described as 'sharp' or 'smart' but Dessa's one of the few people for whom I feel this is truly an apt description of her work. Her writing sounds like she talks fast, is terrifically smart, and knows what she's doing, and most terrifying of all, I think that impression is right. This is a series of essays, or it is, as the subtitle suggests, "True Stories from the Road on Music, Science, and Senseless Love". It's delicious to read.

How A Poem Moves by Adam Sol - I love poetry; I am so bad at reading and talking about it. This is a way into reading / talking about poetry better! It's a series of mini-essays by a professor at the University of Toronto who teaches poetry! He takes a fairly varied collection of contemporary poems and talks about a few things that each poem does particularly well. It's designed to be accessible and even inviting to people who do not read much poetry. For a taste of his work, his blog here.

When Fox Is A Thousand by Larissa Lai - A retelling of a Chinese folktale. A fox spirit haunts a young woman living in (roughly) contemporary Vancouver and a poet of the T’ang Dynasty. I remember reading this, going, "Oh, that was Good," and never figuring out how to say why.

The Secret History by Donna Tartt - Six deeply isolated classics students at a liberal arts college in New England murder one of their friends. Apparently a pretty big part of popularizing dark academia. I think it would be fair to describe this as gripping / compelling / convincing. I can't quite figure out what else to say, though I loved it while I was reading it.

On A Sunbeam by Tillie Walden - Graphic novel. Makes me ache in a way that reminds me of summer. I described it to a friend once as "full of that feeling of having to do something very frightening, and being reassured by the thought that you will be able to return to people you love for hugs and snacks afterward." A young woman named Mia joins the crew of a ship in charge of restoring ruins in outer space, while also searching for the girl she fell in love with years ago at boarding school. Available online free here, though physical copies do exist and can be bought.

#chattering sparrow #if there's like. a more specific vibe you want. feel free to ask again #i am. a little bit more likely to be able to curate for a specific vibe if we're allowing for short stories and poetry and #Strange Online Experiences though #looking at my list of books and going 'oh boy. i do not have a good track record of finishing books.' #some of these summaries are. bad. this is because i have a habit of going 'i have no idea what just happened but i loved it!'

[willel]

Do you feel like the source material has done these concepts better? You've also said you don't relate to much TV media iirc? I am just curious how q show like ST drew you in, when it appeals to a wide audience and seems very accessible to all of them? Not meaning this in a critical way, mind you. I would just take you being an out of the box thinker applying it to something better I guess?

Hm, it does it well enough I suppose.

You're right, I typically don't watch TV. The only tv I have watched in the past 5 years is Stranger Things and Haunting of Hill House. On my list of things to watch eventually is Dark and that's about it (I mean, I have anime on my list too at some point but that's different.)

I grew up on 80s horror movies. My mom loves them and uh I guess the R rating didn't stop my mom from showing them to me and I loved them too. I'm sure I told the story before, but my favorite movies when I was 4 was Aladdin and Child's Play. The duality of a child...

I love thinking about horror movies in general, in fact I'm a little picky about them.

For me, Stranger Things started with enough mystery, intrigue, and family feels to hook me. It's so fun watching it with my mom as we pick apart each episode piece by piece, try to spot inspirations from other movies, and attempt to figure out the plot before it reveals it to us.

All these theories I post are often the culmination of conversations me and my mom have like maybe once a month if something reminds us of it.

Compare that to my dad, he's a one and done kinda guy. He'll talk about it for a few days but then he'll move on to the next thing like the rest of the general audience. He's not a horror movie fan (he usually refuses to watch them at all)

So I guess that's why it hooked me. There's a lot of mystery in ST AND it's referencing horror movies that I already like to pick apart. At times it fails to do this, it's no secret or surprised that season 3 is my least favorite of the bunch (it happens to be my mom's least favorite too, I guess it's in our genes. Also I'm not saying I hate it but it's... Missing stuff)

I hope that answers your question? Yes the general audience chews this up and spits it out within a week but there IS stuff there to explore entirely based on the movies it decides to reference.

Also... This is just a side blog. Trust me my "out of the box" brain spends A LOT of time thinking about all kinds of things. Especially video games, my love.

#stranger things

[multifandomwritings]

Hi! ♡

Thank you for visiting my blog! I'm Jill :)

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Asks are always open even if requests aren’t! Feel free to ask questions, talk, rant about your favorites, suggest characters, anything at all! (If I don’t reply it’s probably because it didn’t go through, I try to reply to everything)

Also, requests can take a while to write, so please be patient! Feel free to resubmit requests if it’s been over a month as sometimes asks don’t go through. Sometimes it really just takes that long though depending on how many requests I have at the time.

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I write preferences, headcanons, ships, one-shots/short stories, pretty much everything. Any genre is fine, just nothing explicit. There might be mentions of canon-typical violence, suggestive content, language, etc. Also, I write pretty much exclusively reader-inserts (and sometimes general character stuff). Most of my writings are gender neutral unless otherwise requested for/stated.

(Keep in mind, just because I don’t write anything explicit doesn’t mean blogs I reblog from are the same! And many of the movies/shows I write for are mature so browse and watch at your own discretion! It’s always a good idea to check a movie/show before you watch it. My blog will have language and such as well)

You can request as much as you’d like, just be sure to be detailed if you want something really specific! I’ll usually include all of the characters I write for in preferences, unless I don’t have ideas for them. If you just want headcanons for multiple characters instead that’s okay.

Also: if you ever want quick writings, non reader insert headcanons, gif reactions, things like ‘what would (character) think of (thing)’ etc, feel free to ask! I love replying to things like this. Requests don’t have to be open :)

I might not write every request I get, depending on if I’m comfortable with it or feel like I’ll write it well. Hope you understand! :)

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Make sure matchup requests are open before requesting, and be sure to include what fandom/fandoms you want it for! You can request for up to 3 at a time, but my answer will be more in depth for a single fandom.

Some ideas of what to include are a little description of your personality and interests, appearance/style, hobbies, talents, likes/dislikes, ideal date and if you have a 'type', zodiac sign, MBTI/enneagram, love language, whatever you feel is relevant! (Obviously you don't have to include all of that, and don't include anything you aren't comfortable with)

If I know a fandom, I'm willing to write matchups for it, whether or not it's actually in my writing list. Feel free to ask about characters and fandoms!

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This isn't very specific as I'm happy to write for most of the characters from these fandoms, or at least try to. Feel free to suggest fandoms/characters! (That having been said though, I might not write longer writings for everyone/everything listed below. But I'll do headcanons for them/include them in matchups)

Slashers & horror characters:

Thomas Hewitt, Brahms Heelshire, Michael Myers, Jason Voorhees, Bubba Sawyer, Chop Top Sawyer, Nubbins Sawyer, Beetlejuice, Candyman, Bo Sinclair, Vincent Sinclair, Lester Sinclair, Graverobber (Repo), Luigi Largo, Pavi Largo, Billy Lenz, Asa Emory (The Collector), Otis Driftwood, Charles Lee Ray, Tiffany Valentine, Josef (Creep), Dewey Riley, Ash Williams, Steven/Specs (Insidious)

Supernatural

The Walking Dead

Doctor Who (9-13, might try others if requested for)

Sherlock

Star Wars (movies & TV shows)

Merlin

Teen Wolf (Derek Hale, Noah Stilinski, Bobby Finstock, Peter Hale mostly)

Lucifer

Hannibal (Mostly Hannibal and Will Graham)

Good Omens (Aziraphale & Crowley)

The Haunting of Hill House/Bly Manor, Midnight Mass

The Strain

Dirk Gently’s Holistic Detective Agency

Lord of the Rings/The Hobbit (some)

Marvel:

Loki, Matt Murdock, Frank Castle (both versions), Billy Russo, Wanda Maximoff, Sam Wilson, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Tony Stark, Agatha Harkness, Peter Quill, Talos, Vision, Helmut Zemo, Stephen Strange, Ronan the Accuser, Drax, Mantis, Mobius, Doc Ock, Thor, Eddie Brock, Steven Grant, Marc Spector, etc.

DC:

Bruce Wayne (be sure to specify which version though), Oz Cobblepot (2022), Edward Nashton/The Riddler, Arthur Fleck, Arthur Curry, Tom Curry, etc.

Other/random:

John Wick, Joel Miller, James Norrington, Captain Barbossa, Clyde Logan, Dale Cooper, Dmitri Antonov, Benoit Blanc, period drama characters...so many others. Just ask if you're curious about someone not listed here! :)

#pinned #info #masterlist

[perspectivestarters]

Perspective's Sentence Starters; Punisher (Part I)

GARDEN SONG

"Someday, I'm gonna live in your house up on the hill."

"I'll plant a garden in the yard."

"You should see it."

"I mean thousands."

"I grew up here, 'til it all went up in flames."

"I don't know when you got taller."

"I hopped the fence when I was seventeen."

"I knew what I wanted."

"I'm gonna look up from my phone and see my life."

"It's gonna be just like my recurring dream."

"I'm at the movies, I don't remember what I'm seeing."

"I wake up before we do it."

"I don't know how, but I'm taller."

"It must be something in the water."

"Everything's growing in our garden."

"You don't have to know that it's haunted."

"She told me my resentment's getting smaller."

"I'm not afraid of hard work."

"I get everything I want."

"I have everything I wanted."

KYOTO

"Got bored at the temple."

"Looked around at the 7-Eleven."

"The band took the speed train."

"I wanted to go, but I didn't."

"They still got payphones."

"You're getting sober?"

"You wrote me a letter."

"I don't have to read it."

"I'm gonna kill you, if you don't beat me to it."

"I wanted to see the world."

"I changed my mind."

"Sunset's been a freak show."

"I've been driving out to the suburbs."

"Stare at the chemtrails with my little brother."

"He said you called on his birthday."

"You were off by like ten days."

"You get a few points for tryin'."

"Remember getting the truck fixed when you let us drive it?"

"Twenty-five felt like flying."

"I don't forgive you, but please don't hold me to it."

"I wanted to see the world through your eyes until it happened."

"Guess I lied."

"I'm a liar."

PUNISHER

"When the speed kicks in, I go to the store for nothing."

"Walk right by the house where you lived with Snow White."

"I wonder if she ever thought the storybook tiles on the roof were too much."

"But from the window, it's not a bad show."

"The drugstores are open all night."

"The only real reason I moved to the east side."

"I love a good place to hide in plain sight."

"What if I told you I feel like I know you?"

"We never met."

"Everyone knows you're the way to my heart."

"Hear so many stories of you at the bar."

"Most times, alone, and some, looking your worst."

"I wish that I could say the same."

"I swear I'm not angry, that's just my face."

"It's for the best."

"I can't open my mouth and forget how to talk."

"Wouldn't know where to start."

"Wouldn't know when to stop."

HALLOWEEN

"I hate living by the hospital."

"Somebody better be dying."

"They make you live in the past."

"I can count on you to tell me the truth."

"Baby, it's Halloween."

"We can be anything."

"Always surprised by what I do for love."

"Some things I never expect."

"They killed a fan down by the stadium."

"They beat him to death."

"There's a last time for everything."

"Whatever you want."

"I'll be whatever you want."

CHINESE SATELLITE

"I've been running around in circles, pretending to be myself."

"Why would somebody do this on purpose?"

"I wish I wrote it."

"Hum along 'til the feeling's gone forever."

"They weren't out tonight."

"I want to believe."

"I look at the sky and I feel nothing."

"You know I hate to be alone."

"I want to be wrong."

"They were screamin' right back from what I remember."

"I will never be your vegetable."

"I think when you're gone, it's forever."

"It's just a matter of time before I'm hearing things."

"That's impossible."

"If I go outside I'll see a tractor beam."

"I want to go home."

#rp sentence starters #rp sentence meme #rp sentence prompts #sentence starters #sentence meme #sentence prompts #lyric sentence starters #lyric starters #music starters #rp meme #rp memes #rp prompts #ask meme #*mystarters #*punisher

[early20sfailingplenty]

vent under cut lmao 😭💔

I am... breaking my own heart tonight. I do it every night.

Not on purpose, obviously, but I can feel it coming on me every day; feeling a bit "off" in the morning and it worsens as the day goes on. Whether I drink coffee or not, whether I drink water or not, whether I study or not, whether I'm at work or not. Whether I'm productive or not. Doesn't matter how I do things, I will always feel the same way come night time; when there's nothing for me to keep busy with. By bed time each day, I'm relieved to sleep not only because I'm so tired I have to hold the sink while I brush my hair and teeth to keep from swaying on my feet too much, but also because it means the thoughts go away until I get up in the morning... though most nights I have to have a film on or something to give me something to focus on so I don't rip myself to shreds more than I already do.

I can handle myself most of the time; I've picked myself up off the floor more times than I want to admit to, but tonight, I just... there's an added heaviness to that ache I know so well. Tonight, I'm not just breaking my own heart, because there's a part of me that's enjoying the hurt I'm causing to myself without even trying to. It's a self-destructive spiral symptom, I think, but I'm not sure it's a spiral anymore, I think it's just me being self-destructive in general.

I don't study enough. I'm not saying that out of high self-expectations, though that's also probably true, but I 'studied' - as in, had my materials out - from 6am - 6pm today and I ticked off one thing. One. Thing. Which wasn't even set work but I did it out of curiosity, knowing it could help me later. So I'm a day behind. Again. I don't do enough chores. I buy my own food, I cook my own meals, do my own laundry, I pay rent to my parents, I hold down my job with my studies, I buy in other groceries for them when I get my own if I remember to, but I just... I don't do enough. Mum and dad say I do, but I feel like... I can't trust what they say? In my mind I can always be doing more. I have asks and such which are just sitting there and I've had all day to do all this stuff and I just haven't. I sit there just staring at the screen, doom-scrolling, screaming at myself in my head to do something, eyes watching the clock tick life away, and most times, I do get shit done. Get me in the right mindset and I can do a twelve hour session with little trouble. But most days I have to fight, all the time aware of what I could be doing, counting everything I have yet to do and maybe ignoring what I've already done because it isn't enough.

If I'm not enough for me then how the fuck can I ever be enough for others?

But the stuff really breaking my heart tonight (the above is a constant waking thought; I'm not even out of bed in the mornings before that thought process starts and it doesn't finish until I go to sleep, no matter what I think or go against it or fight it) are the thoughts that my parents don't love me.

I'm watching a comfort show which has a really tight-knit family in it; they all fight and have their moments - big ones - but they love each other hard; it's all just confetti (if you're thinking what I'm thinking, then yes that's the show I'm watching, but if not, then I'm watching The Haunting of Hill House; a very big very important comfort show to me). And it's making me cry because I wish my parents loved me like that. I don't have an especially good relationship with either of them, though I'm definitely much closer to mum than I am to dad, but the way the lead dad looks at his kids, the way the mum lights up when she sees her youngest children, it makes me cry because I've never seen my parents look at me like that. And if they have, I've missed it. I wish I could say with 100% that I'm loved in this house. I feel most times like I'm just... tolerated. I'm just here and if I wasn't, their world would go on not missing a beat. Too small to matter, I just feel sick tonight. Of myself. Of my life. Stuck in my childhood bedroom itching to get out but unable to do so because I can't afford it. Unless I drop my degree and move to full time working at my job. But I don't want that. I don't. So I stay here in this house, feeling like I'm 15 and 24 at the same time, stagnant but wanting so desperately to grow. I want so much to be independent, and I am already, as much as I can be, but I want to be even more so.

I'm just... I hate myself. I have no grace or kindness to give myself right now. I feel sick and gross and like I've fucked everything up and idk if I should keep doing this or just fuck it all and start again... for the third time in the row. I'm... I just. I'm sick of crying alone in my room, I'm sick of pretending I'm fine and laughing with my parents and the second their backs are turned, the smile is gone from my face like it was never even there. My fault for not communicating my feelings to them? For sure, oh yeah, I should be telling them these things. But I don't feel like I can for multiple reasons, one of the biggest ones being that their other two kids are causing them issues and I'm the "only one not giving them any trouble or causing any drama" (to be fair, my other two siblings are MAJORLY messing around, it's really serious with both of them), and I can't and won't add to that. If they think I'm fine, then I'm fine. I'll take care of myself alone. These thoughts etc. all started when I was fifteen and they've been with me that whole time and I'm basically my own therapist. It's a weird feeling, studying a psychology with counselling degree, knowing there's something horribly wrong which I need - actively need - therapy for but knowing that a) all previous doctors have said "you're not sick enough for the free programmes" or "you're functioning on your own so you're fine" and b) that I can't afford the luxury of therapy and c) that I can't even use my own degree to help myself so how the fuck can I ever hope to help someone else in the future?

I'm just sick of it all and idk how much longer I should expect myself to do this... this whole thing is a second attempt to make my life what I want and I love my degree and I love my job but I hate the fact of everything else and I wanna get out and I wanna go away and I wanna be someone else because Erika is not it. She's not, no matter how hard she tries. So fuck it.

I'll go to bed soon and wake up in the morning and feel a bit better but not really and it'll all begin again.

Sigh... what the fuck is the point?

#this is heavy!!!! #watch yourself!!!! #anyway back to regular content now :) #this is my blog for sure so i can post whatever but i feel so selfish and guilty for this #i feel so bad i dont even want the sinclairs near me #but at the same time i really really do

[mattelektras]

any recs for women in comics (marvel specifically) that are just like, normal people and don't exist because of make superheroes?? I've been looking and idk if it's either too specific or I'm just forgetting about someone but idk. I love elektra but sometimes I still feel like she's so much in Matt's universe? idk if this makes any sense but I just want an interesting story about a girl who isn't (primarily) on a team and just does superhero-ing in the city but isn't based off of/tangential to another superhero.

((I try googling this and usually just get articles for "10 Most Powerful Girlbosses in Marvel History😻" and that's not really what I'm looking for. but I'd love recs from you or anyone else that sees this))

to be fair that IS the nature of comics like. i think you can apply Girlboss Who Date[s/d] Male Hero to almost every female comics character in existence and marvel is probably the WORST for that. marvel is very much a one trick pony. they don’t really go outside of the superhero genre which means the girlboss/girlfriend rule is almost universal. the one thing that comes to mind is alias w jessica jones. she’s on her own for pretty much the whole story and it’s focused in detective stuff more than in fights and blowing buildings up etc. the only dude in it is like cage which isn’t even him as a superhero, he’s literally just there as luke and as far as men in comics go u got one of the best ones in him.

dc tends to go outside of superhero a lot more so you DO get a different brand of women. lois lane had a solo recently which involves a lot of journalism and sleuthing, and although she’s lois lane, superman really isn’t there much at all. and again, it’s a luke cage situation. he’s not an overpowering presence

gotham academy is a teen mystery

prez was super underrated. it’s kind of a fun political satire

and then non marvel/dc is honestly your best bet without fail

something is killing the children is horror/mystery

revival is detective/horror i guess?? it’s a zombie comic but. not what you think a zombie comic is

coffin hill is a favourite of mine. it’s a witchy gothic kind of story

rat queens is kind of. vulgar d&d style with a team of 3 women

shutter is adventure/sci fi

homesick pilots is about a punk high school band w a female lead singer who do gigs in a haunted house

#q & a #anonymous #comic recs #srry none of these are marvel like u asked for but i got nothin on that front

[nialltlynch]

book challenge!!

thank u @flitwickslittlebrotha 💟💟 i am a little late but this was hard!!

favourite book from this year: alone with you in the ether - olivie blake

ebooks, audio books or prints? ebooks. let me confess something...i pirate almost all my books. i pirate almost everything first, actually. BUT I do buy things that i either really, really liked or things that i think come from a good place but is still a little rough and i like what the creator was going for so i send them money somehow. disclaimer: i have purchased most of the books mentioned herein

top five of all times: oh fuck off uhhhhhhh

a good man is hard to find and other stories - flannery o'connor

october country - ray bradbury

the stranger - albert camus

dark tales - shirley jackson

the faraway nearby - rebecca solnit

this is based primarily on things i could read again and again. i really only go back and read short story collections because i don't always have it in me to read novel length things...

faves for: (look this is gonna be really hard because i don't understand genres but oh well here we go)

sci-fi: do androids dream of electric sheep - philip k dick. on account of that's the only sci-fi i can remember actually reading. fun fact, ive attempted to watch blade runner (1982) at least three times and every time ive fallen asleep!

contemporary/romance: does gillian flynn count as contemporary? she's my wife, i love her. also i feel like these are two completely disparate genres why are they slashed here

historical fiction: does jude the obscure count? tbh i don't care. i just remember being in high school english and all the girlies were swooning over the scarlet pimpernel and at the time i was a cringe baby weaboo who only watched anime so now i have petty beef with "historical fiction" as a genre and it also doesn't help that i've never really been interested in historical stuff much anyway (though i'm willing to have my mind changed)

fantasy: this is totally a copout answer but... grimm's fairytales. the problem is this is such a fraught genre for me because spiritually it's my favorite genre but practically the vast majority of it sucks. or i guess i should say it isn't to my taste. sorry.

queer: on earth we're briefly gorgeous - ocean vuong has some immense staying power, so that i guess. i do want to say that i dont actually know what this means? like written by a queer person? contains queer perspectives? has queer characters in it?????

top 3 [canon] book couples:

jordan/declan (dreamer trilogy)

regan/aldo (alone with you in the ether)

sophie/howl (howl's moving castle)

(these aren't necessarily my faves, but just the ones ive been thinking of as of late)

top 3 book characters:

eleanor vance (the haunting of hill house)

hercule poirot

adam parrish

(these are characters i wanna put in little monogrammed koozies and carry in my purse)

book(s) with potential that didn't quite pull it off: imagine me saying this quietly after taking a long sip from my morning tea and staring distractedly out the window, unable to make eye contact.... s*mmer s*ns

book(s) that got you through something: not to be cliche but trc really did awaken something in me

book(s) you'd recommend: i suffer from i-have-bad-taste-and-no-one-can-know-it disease so I don't really have any random recs without knowing a person's taste but uhhhh i think it would be cool if more people read alone with you in the ether because i want to see pretty fanart and edits and stuff.

a genre you want a book recommended from: genre-defying books. those ones that dabble here and there and cut the pieces they want from this and take cues from that until what they've built is this patchwork mishmash that by all means shouldn't work so well yet something about it is so compelling. as i often say: thrill me.

i'm so sorry none of these are real answers. i don't think i like books. i talk too much. i think there's something wrong with me. thanks for coming to my ted talk.

#tagged stuff #books and lit #im gonna read so much next year #so much #thats on the list #long post

[chuuulip]

Another Earth

Pairing: August Walker (werewolf) x Female Reader (red ridding hood)

Warning: 18+, PWP, Oral (M and F receiving), Unprotected Sex, Multiple Orgasm, Slightly ABO Universe, Rough Sex

Words: 7434

Summary: After a failed attempt to sign up for the Halloween haunted house to meet your Superman, the last minute ticket turned your night upside down as you were stuck in another earth.

A/N: Unbeta! Any grammar mistake will be on me. Divider by me 😆 This is for @jtargaryen18​ Halloween challenge, and I’m pretty late! Sorry for that life has been busy xD I still have another one in progress (the Andy barber one) and hopefully can post it soon! Thanks to @navybrat817​ and @venusdemonroe​ for giving me the idea for this story and help me discuss what a werewolf August Walker would do in this lol. Actually I wanted to mention a lot....of things but I guess it would be too much for a one shot lil but anyway Happy reading!!!

***

This year's Halloween event was mental. Several big haunted houses are hosted by celebrities. To name a few, there's an Avengers Tower haunted house, The Hall of Justice League, The X-Mansion, and even Walking Dead one. 

 You knew it wasn't easy. All of them have a huge fandom. The ticket was sold out immediately when it was open for sale, like 3 months before Halloween, and you were terribly upset. You were whining for a month straight to your boyfriend. Or more like your sugar daddy. He was patient and wealthy, but he knew he can't satisfy you enough, so he usually did everything he could for you. But that time, you just have none of it. The relationship, if you could ever say that, fell out immediately because you were unreasonable.

 You really wanted to go to The Hall of Justice League and maybe meet Clark Kent. The obsession started because he always visited your dream and mostly engaged in the steamiest dream ever. It's been your wildest dream, really, to have that body blanketed yours, in a really not innocent way.

 Just one day before Halloween, you finally secured one ticket for The Hall of Justice League haunted house. Of course, the first thing you did was scream. You had been on their waiting list since the ticket sold out, but you really lost hope since last week. But now, you celebrate it with a bit of a jump and constant scream.

 "What the fuck?" Your only housemate barged into your bedroom. Face annoyed.

 You stopped your silly jumps and looked at your housemate. With a broad smile, you hug your housemate and shake her body, "I got it! I got the ticket for The Hall of Justice League haunted house! Can you believe that?"

 The redhead hugged you, and both of you jumped in a circle. "Oh my gosh...I can't believe it! Congrats!!! I really hope you will meet your Kryptonite." she gave you her suggestive smirk.

 "I mean...a girl can only hope. But this is a charity event. I don't think he will be available. What if it's all a decoy and I only meet his wax figure?" you pouted at your friend.  

 "Well, at least you have the opportunity to see it yourself. But remember, behave, young lady, don't let him if he's there, I mean, witness your brattiness."

 "Aye...aye Captain!" you giggled but immediately gave your housemate a military saluted.

 That night you dreamed of those big blue eyes and his firm, fantastic arms on yours.

 ***

 Dress in your red riding hood costume, you patiently sat in the backseat of the Uber car. Well, maybe a little bit impatient, since it's already 11pm. 

 Everything just went down the hill since morning. You can't seem to find your Poison Ivy costume. Not to mention that you were late for work that morning. Your boss was a bitch since she seems annoyed at you every time the male employee or investor became too friendly with you. 

 Who can blame you? You were just good at acting all cute to them, and it's not your fault that they mostly thought you were a cute little employee. 

 You check your wrist. The expensive rose gold watch from your ex sugar daddy elegantly pointed at 11.30 pm. You sighed, "do you know how long I will arrive at my destination? It will close soon."

 "Hopefully, in 10 minutes. Dunno why it's jam-packed." Said the Uber driver.

 You huffed in exasperation, but there's nothing you can do. You arrived very last minute, like 15 minutes before the haunted house closed. Wearing black stiletto boots, you carefully made a small run into the stairs. The booth was stationed to the far left of the building. 

 "Good night, little red riding hood; you are lucky because we are almost closed. Can I see your ticket, please?" A man dressed as Edwar Scissorhands greeted you at the far left of the building. 

 You fished out your smartphone from your small basket bag and showed him your barcode. He scanned it and looked at the monitor in front of him. "Hmm, here for a kryptonite, aren't you." He eyed you up and down and smirked at you. "I hope you have a spooky night, little girl." 

 You smile at him and sashay your way to the entrance. Apparently, they makeover a warehouse into a vast real-life Justice League Hall. Like in the comic. A white half-circle exterior completed with two giant pillars at each side imitated the picture you only seen in comic books. It looks so magnificent. 

 You entered the door after you scanned your barcode at the scanner next to it. The whooshing noises startle you a bit, but you were too excited and step in immediately. 

 The inside was bright with a black marble flooring that shone bright; you even can see your reflection. There's a different section of the silvery door like in most sci-fi, alien invasion movies. So futuristic, so clinical. 

 You darted your eyes and found where you needed to go. A small rectangle monitor with a very digital clock font in it showed you 'Krypton' words. Without hesitation, you did a little run and waited in front of it. The small rectangle monitored turned to green, and it shone. It startled you, but you let out a sigh of relief when it just scanned your body from your head to toe. 

 "So much for a haunted house." You muttered. 

 When the door opened, you stepped in. It was a glass elevator. You circled your eyes and found everything was dark. When the elevator ran, bringing you down several floors, the surrounding changed. 

 Once, the darkness engulfed you like you were being shipped to the deep ocean, but it changed dramatically. Your eyes darted in awe as you drank on the scenery. The scenery of what you would call the imitation of Planet Krypton. So beautiful yet so harsh. 

 When the elevator stopped, the ding noise pulled you to the present. With excitement, you grabbed your smartphone and took several pictures of the scenery. It was just so surreal that a haunted house would make something like this. But you remember how expensive the ticket was.

 "This three grant haunted house better give me a chance to fuck a real-life Clark Kent." you cackled. 

 There's a weird tower with a green light on top of it. You assumed some futuristic objects were supposed to be 'kryptonite' as it floated sparsely in most parts of the supposed Krypton. A bit further, you could see a white crystal-like triangle building. Oddly enough, it reminded you of the Louvre Pyramid. This one just full of crystal-like pillars crisscrossed it. 

 Didn't want to waste your time, you decided what path you should choose. It wasn't easy. Your stiletto pierced to the weird substrate like mud but also crystal-like as if it's ice. Carefully, you mind your footing while again stayed alert. There's this odd feeling of being watched. But you reminded yourself that you were in a haunted house, so it's understandable.

 You let out a loud scream when suddenly a mummy appeared behind one of the floated crystals. "Holy shit, I didn't see that coming." you try to slow down your breath as you clutched the white ruffle shirt under your red corset.

 When you feel that you can walk again, you try to do it faster. Several times it looks like the Krypton had shifted in its light as if the sun rose and shone, but the next five minutes, it set. Made the scenery look like it was illuminated by the crystal alone, like a lamp.

 When many ghost-like mannequins showed up, it got scarier and scarier, and you immediately lowered your hood to shield you from some view. Your eyes perked up when you finally saw the path to the Fortress of Solitude. It was more like an icy bridge with a dark pond surrounding it. 

 As your right foot stepped onto the bridge, a loud noise of a clock surprised you. It struck once and counted until it stopped at the twelfth. It was so loud it's voice echoed. You can even feel it under the sole of your boots. 

 Stunned for a moment, your mind suddenly set on alert mode when the water from both ponds on each side of the bridge rippled. A dinosaur-like head appeared from both ponds. It has a single protruding horn. It opened its mouth and let out a loud growl. A blast of wind came out of it like a thunderstorm. It has sharp teeth like sharks that you assumed could quickly rip your body apart if it sank on yours. 

 "Holy shit. This is— this is a joke, right? It's not real?" Body trembled in fear; you ran your life out to the Fortress of Solitude. The monsters crawled up out of the water. Its slithered movement mimicked a snake, but it didn't have any problem crawling up without things to latch on. 

 You screamed as both of the monsters chased you. Run as fast as your legs allow you. This haunted house event might be too much for you. When you can see an oval object that looks like it can be a big mirror or a huge door, your gloved palms immediately bang on it. "Open the door!" You screamed. When the door finally opened, the two snake-like monsters that chased you suddenly disappeared.

 "Oh— oh my god. Oh my god…," you chanted as you let yourself drop down on the floor. 

 "I see you finally make it." 

 Your face turned to the left. In front of you, stood up tall and proud, Clark Kent with his superman costume. He's just so big. If you compared your tiny body to him, you definitely, nothing.

 You replied to Superman's bright smile with a scowl. Slowly you got up from the floor and cleaned your skirt. "Isn't that just too much? What if I fell to the pond? I can't swim, you know?"  

 He seems surprised, "apologized my lady. It was something the organizer will handle. I don't think they mean any harm."

 "Yeah...yeah… right." you walked closer to the hero and already fished out your mobile phone. "So… what did I need to do now I meet you, Superman?"

 "Hmm… most attendants ask for pictures. Some of them spent time just talking with me. Since you are the last one, you can take as many pictures as you like and of course. If you have any questions about my protection for the earth, I will gladly answer it." The tone in his voice was more soft than authoritative. 

 Think of not sabotaging your Halloween any longer; you tried to forgive the silliness of the whole new level of scary from this haunted house. It's hard not to show off your brattiness in this kind of situation. Still, you reminded yourself that he was someone you weren't familiar with—practically a stranger.

 Gave him a sweet smile, you took several pictures with him. At one time, you tried to bat your eyelashes at him and asked for a picture where you sat on his lap. You spent a solid 15 minutes talking to the handsome alien. Your fingers touched his biceps here and there. You knew that he knew what you were implying, but he didn't refuse you either. At least not blatantly.

 "I apologized, my dear, but I think it's already time." Superman gently put you back on your feet. You gave him an upset face, but you knew it's time to go home. You bid the handsome man goodbye and sneaked a kiss on his cheeks. There's a twinge of pink on his cheeks, and you jump triumphantly at that reaction. Of course, behind his back.

 Following the word of 'exit' behind the piles of the crystal-like shape props, you opened the door. The scenery in front of you caught you off guard. The harshed white tundra scenery was replaced by now dark, almost jungly like one. Unconsciously you stepped back and turned your body to come back to the exit door. How shocked you were when it vanished. Disappear without a trace.

 As far as your eyes could see, it's only darkness and mist. Only the full moon aided your visions. The exhalation of your breath came out like a plume of white steam. It's definitely colder here than the fake Krypton one. The cold air seeped into your skin quickly as if you were actually in the deep of a forest. 

 With a loud sigh, you walk straight. You tumbled and fell down on your knees as your boots got caught with something: either roots or a massive branch. 

 Tired and frightened, you screamed loudly. You weren't sure if this was the continuation of the haunted house or not, but what you want right now just to be back in your apartment and soaked in a warm, relaxing bath. 

 "Get me out of here!" you yelled again. There's a lot of sounds as if a lot of people stepping on branches. A screeching sound of an owl surprised you, but you tried to follow its direction with your ears. 

 There's no way you will wait here and do nothing. Oh...my phone! You fished out your smartphone, but it showed no signal. "Shit!." you muttered. 

 The sounds from a far away crept closed, and you knew it. "You can do it! There's nothing more frightening than that monster snake." tried to encourage yourself; you stood up and slowly navigated. You followed the noises that now closer, like an animalistic growl. It was so intense you can feel all the goosebumps rise up your skin. 

 You weren't sure how long you have been walking, but you stopped suddenly when there's not only a pair but like 7 pairs of reddish eyes glowed in the dark. 

 "Come here, little lamb. Don't follow that voice." a vaguely familiar voice distracted you from stepping forward. 

 "Who the fuck are you, and why you get in my way just now." your voice came out hoarse. There's a twinge of fear in it, and you knew it. You felt like backed down wasn't the best option you had right now.

 "I said, come here, or else I can't even save you when they get you." 

 You stilled as if you didn't hear him talking to you. "Wasn't this still one of the tricks from the haunted house? To let the people scramble in fear?" 

 "Are you out of your mind? Come here right now, or I left you to death. They will either rip you apart or play your body like a ragdoll before one of them eats you." 

 You screamed in horror as one pair of red eyes slowly came out. It's huge. Almost four feet of canine shook its fur. 

 You were hyperventilating right now. Body rooted to the ground as you were surrendered. Welcoming your fate. 

 "Fuck!" 

 You heard a curse from behind your back. Maybe the stranger gave up and left you alone to be eaten by the wolves. 

 The scrunched sound of leaves crushed was loud. Suddenly you felt strong arms hauled you upside down. 

 Your eyes faced the skin of someone's back. You craned your neck a little bit to get a better view of the wolf. Screamed escaped your lips when you saw not only one but all of them, in a pack, chased both of you. 

 "Stay still." The stranger yelled. 

 Did the best thing to not get thrown out by his weird, fast speed, you secured your thumbs in his belt loops. He ran, escaped the pack inside the deep of what looked like a pine forest. 

 You weren't sure how long you ran with him, but you felt that he's finally slowed down. 

 When the thud thud sound reached your ears, you opened your eyes and saw that the stranger walked up a stair.  

 You felt nauseated when he suddenly put you to sit on something that was apparently a countertop. The rushes of blood that circulated through your body made you regain your sense of surroundings. 

 "Where am I?" you didn't mean to add an ungrateful tone in your sentence, but it was too late.

 The stranger eyed you like you were some sort of ungrateful bitch, which maybe you are. "At my cabin," he said flatly.

 You haven't had time to look at him in the forest, but now, under the actual lighting inside his house, what you saw might instantly make you drooled, which you already did right now. Stand up in front of you, a shirtless beefy tall man that's definitely more than six feet tall. He has short dark brown hair with a somewhat thick mustache that's complemented by a stubble. The front strands of his hair were loose and slightly curled. Looks likely due to all the running.  

 The sudden chill of air made you shiver, and he didn't miss your reaction. He left you for a minute and came back with a rug. The sudden heat from it, when he draped the fabric on your shoulder made you let out a gasp of satisfaction. 

 But the next thing you know, he ripped your stocking. You were shocked, eyeing him in horror. "What the fuck are you doing?!" You threw whatever things that's on your reach. The loud sound of glass hit the wall, and the strong grip on your wrist instantly made your stop.

 "Be still!" His azure irises left no room for confrontation. When you felt a sting on your knees, that's when you realized that he just pressed some gauze on it. Likely soaked with alcohol first. There's quite a prominent stain of blood on your legs, and it almost made you nauseated. 

 "If you stop acting like a brat, you'll heal faster." He looked at you with that cocky smile of confidence. "Understood?" 

 You just nodded at him. He continued to clean the blood and inspect the wounds. The position where you were sitting right now made it easier to study him carefully. 

 Although you felt the temperature decreased significantly, the beefy stranger in front of you appeared very sweaty. 

 Immediately your gaze ran down to his neck and continued its way to his chest and his abs. The unmistakable bulge under his pants made you squirm unconsciously. You were in a haze of fear and lust; you definitely insane. 

 "Wha— what's your name, sir?" 

 His strong gazed felt as if his eyes alone can subdue you. Maybe he has these laser eyes like Cyclops, your inner thought buzzed with speculation.

 "August. My name is August Walker. What's your name, little lamb?" 

 How dare this man call you a little lamb? You cleared your throat and told him your name and where you were from.

 "New York? It's pretty far from here." He patched you up nicely. The water-resistant gauze looked really neat pressed on your knees and some on your shin. You were impressed.

 When your eyes returned to August, you gave him a smile that you hoped looked like a smile of gratitude. Not the kind of smile you always presented to any potential partner in bed, sultry, and flirtatious.  

 "I— I haven't said anything but— thanks. Thank you for saving my life." Your left fingers instinctively pat his right arms. The feeling of his skin startled you. It's warm; in fact, it felt like he had a very high fever.

 "Are— are you alright? Your temperature feels off." 

 "Don't mind me. Just take care of yourself." 

 You knew there's something off with him, but you weren't sure if you had a clear mind to think right now. Not with the wolf pack outside and his words on New York being far away from here. Where the fuck am I? 

 "I… I have a—,"

 "I suggest you stay here if you don't want to meet them."

 "But I…,"

 "You can use the bedroom there," his hand pointed to the door on the far end. "Feel free to use anything you want. Just don't come to the basement. I will meet you after a couple of days, and we figured things out." 

 His authoritative voice and dominant persona immediately made you want to counter his suggestion. The funny thing was, looked like he sensed it.

 He approached you, face just inches away from you. Your eyes immediately glanced away from the delicious plane of his sweaty chest. His fingers drew your chin up, so both of your eyes were at the same level. "Do what I said, understand?. Thrust me; you don't want to know the consequences if you violate my suggestion."

 Suggestion, my ass! Your inner mind ready to throw insults at him, but you quickly held it back. In the end, you nodded at him obediently.

 —

 That night you were restless. But in a weird sense, you felt comfortable staying in that cabin. The first night after August left you to your own devices, you had been pretty careful. Not touched a lot of things except food and items that help you with your long bath. 

 His cabin was quite spacious. The interior was a mix of something slicked and modern with an equal touch of classic. Tried to look homey. Not to mention his bathroom, it's super luxurious and made you feel at home instantly. Reminded you of your ex (sugar daddy's) bathroom. 

 Since you couldn't find another bedroom in that cabin and you don't feel like sleeping on the couch, you slept in his bed instead. After all, he said you can use the bedroom there. Still wearing your red riding hood costume, you slipped under the soft comforter. 

 After that, you woke up feeling a bit groggy. Aimlessly wandered around the kitchen, you weren't sure what to do first. Tried collecting your bearing, you tried to make a coffee. Or any equivalent things of it. Everything felt different; you just knew it. When the only thing you could find was several jars that you assumed were granules of tea, you brew it. You sat on the sofa that faced up a lake. The wall was made of glass, making everything well seen. 

 You walked closer and gazed at the vast pine forest in front of you. The trees were tall and big, so majestic. Somewhat it's different from the pine trees you usually see. The lake in front of you looked like it had two different colors, fusion together with weird looking fishes and plants that should grow on the land instead of water. Where the fuck am I? 

 The next day, you woke up feeling a little bit refreshed. You changed your slutty costume into one of the clothes you found in his closet. It was so soft and comfy. You knew when things were from high-quality material.  

 You continued your days by drinking your tea, ate whatever breakfast you can munch, and read a book that has these unusual fonts. You were sure it wasn't in the alphabet, but one day you absentmindedly swipe your fingers on some of the pages, and the font changed. Hell, it even translated into English in an instant. You were definitely impressed. 

 One thing you are sure of was, this place was strange. Wherever you were right now, it didn't look like it's on earth. Or the earth that you knew. Why were you so calm? Because you already freak out. After you freak out, you also wondered, did the haunted house event organizer realized that they were the culprit behind what the fuck happened to you right now? Did your housemate recognize that you weren't home for days? Or maybe she thought you fuck the Superman or perhaps found another sugar daddy? It was so absurd yet so real.

 The last two nights, you were struck in awe as your eyes were spoiled by two moons. Two fuckin moons. It was always quiet at night, but you heard all the howls that you suspected likely from the pack of those giant wolves.   

 It was pretty late, almost midnight. You finally found your small bag hindered under the sofa that evening. Now…, now you had some time to check it. The first thing you checked was if there's a signal. Definitely no signal at all. 

 You curled up on August bed while swiping the pictures on your phone. When you scrolled your pictures with Superman, you realized why August seems familiar. It was none other than August having quite the same face, the same build, even somewhat similar voices with Superman. 

 "Fuck...maybe I should ask August if he would like to be my Daddy while I'm here." Imagining him spoiled you with gifts and other physical attention made you chuckled at yourself. 

 Your fingers instinctively crawled under the gray long sleeve shirt you borrowed from his closet (again). Your brain projected an image as if it was August's hands that ran on your upper thigh. Find its way quickly to your wet core. Two fingers slipped under the black lace panty. The panty that you need to wash daily due to no other replacement available. Left you a couple hours with only his buttoned-up shirt without anything underneath. 

 The sound of a loud howl startled you. It was as if it circled you in close range. Moved as fast as you can, you snatched the oversize robe on you. Your eyes tried to creep behind the curtain in the bedroom. 

 You knew the owner of this cabin stated that you can't go to the basement. You wouldn't be so lucky if that giant wolf found you first and broke in. Although you haven't been really out of the cabin, you tried to inspect a little bit and found it odd that this cabin was apparently a treehouse-style cabin. How come there's a basement in the house.

 You exit the bedroom and go to the kitchen when you last saw August a couple nights ago. Next to the slick wooden cabinet was a particular thing that looked like a door. The surface of your palms works like a stethoscope, felt as if something with pressure from your hands. You tried not to get disturbed by the nonstop howl outside. When you hear something as if the door was shifted, you immediately step back. 

 "Oh my, finally…," you slipped inside the small door when it opened automatically. It was a small narrow corridor-like, and it was dark. Walk inside carefully, you follow the path that leads you to another door. The metal door let out a weird creaked as you pushed it open. 

 "Didn't I tell you not to come down here?" 

 Shocked was evident in your face when you heard his rather gruff tone. You step over, closer to where he sat, that looks more likely an even bigger size of the bed than the one he had upstairs.    

"Don't —,"

 He warned you, but you being you, could never obey orders. Although challenging, your eyes finally adapt to the only natural light from the glass wall. That said, you were totally confused as you can see the lake parallel to your eyes. 

 "What the… wait, how there's even a basement down here? Last time I checked, the cabin is a treehouse?"

 "It's camouflage. No one can't see it or enter from outside."

 "Holy… why there's a three moon?" you switched your gaze from the moon to August. Curiosity got the better of you when you saw his irises were now pale blue. You can still see the outer form that is August, but something was off. 

 A gasp escaped your lips as August rose up from the bed. The powerful moon shone his feature. He was taller, bulkier, and dangerous as he stalked towards you slowly. Your heart thumped erratically as you were cornered. Back supported by the glass wall as now you can see August in his other form. 

 "Holy shit. Wha—what are you?"

 "Told you not to go here, and you just can't listen, little lamb." his smirk turned maniacal as he looked at the fear on your face. His white fangs, longer than usual. His fingers also look unusual, claw-like. 

 "Are you— are you a werewolf?" 

 "Well...you can say that. I'm half human half wolf if you are curious." 

 "So why— why did you save me?"

 The tip of his nose inched closer to yours. You held your breath when his warm skin touched you. It moved to your left cheek and stopped near your ear. "I'm curious," he whispered.

 "I haven't really met a pure human in the same age range. So I have followed you since I saw you step out of that door. I follow you until you meet the other wolf pack, and I decide to help you instead of fulfilling my need." 

 "What need?" you asked him, dumbfounded.

 "This," he pulled away from you, his claw-like finger pointed out below his hip. Focusing on the long and hard appendage that was unmistakably, his cock.

 "Oh—I- I'm sorry?" you gave him your best apologetic face. Eyes seemed eager to stare longer, but you gazed away quickly. Wait, why did you apologize to him? You cleared your throat, "I— I actually not sure what I should do to help?" tilted your head to the right, you looked him in the eyes, almost challenged him.

 Despite almost getting eaten by wolves, August's menacing presence didn't really scare you. Maybe the fact that he was still human and less scary made it easy for you. Not to mention he's hot too, with all his glory. 

 His somewhat evil chuckled sent shivers down your spine. "If you really wanted to help, I think you know what to do, don't you?"

 "W-wait—is—does this mean we 'mate'?" you gave him a somewhat weird expression. "And—and you bite me, give me marks that I'm yours? And knot me, and I will have a litter of puppies, and I become your omega—,"

 His pale blue eyes stared at you as if you grew two heads. It softened immediately as he smiled. Broad one showed you a set of white teeth with extra long fangs. 

 "Oh, my little lamb...what have you read?"

 "Err— Omega verse? Fanfic?"

 He blinked. Gave you a quizzical expression.

 "It's— it's erotica. Where mostly the character you know—," you darted your eyes away from August. "—mate, err have sex. Mostly was written very explicitly."

 "Go on." He said.

 "They are wolves, scenting, imprinting. An alpha mates with omega, and it's been told in a variety of plots possible. Sometimes two alphas fight too." You were breathless. You didn't realize you explained it to him in a quick, incoherent way. 

 You staggered backward as he came closer, forgetting that you already cornered. His long fingers reached out to the white robe you put on you. Although his fingers had claws that looked alarming to you, his hand still skillfully unfastened the robe.

 "That's a bit of an exaggeration, I think. Pack and hierarchies usually form just for a mating season; they hunt together for food and shelter in the winter. We might be scenting people, I guess. After all, we have a very sensitive sense of smell. But no, we don't bite our mate." He took off the robe from your body, left you only with his grey buttoned-up shirt.

 "Well...I love that you are wearing my shirt as if you are mine already."

 You purse your lips at him. "Why aren't you in a pack? Isn't it a mating season?" 

 "I mostly can control myself during the full moon. That's the advantage of being half-human. I don't need to transform myself into a wolf and be in a pack. But I am an alpha if that's what you are curious about."

 "Can-can you turn back to your human form? Not like—you know, you aren't in your human form, bu—," your words were cut off by his thumb on your lips. 

 "You talk too much, aren't you, little lamb…," August leaned down and touched his lips to yours. Your first reaction was to freeze since you were afraid of his fangs. But his surprisingly soft lips coaxed you relentlessly, making you surrender as you closed your eyes. Opening your mouth, his tongue sneaked past your lips easily. His fangs poke at your lower lips, but it didn't hurt.

 The non so innocent kiss became more desperate. Your once shied tongue now dances together with August. Your once clasped palms that were situated on top of your chest now scraped at his shoulder. 

 Your eyes fluttered open as August nipped down from your jaw to your neck. Forgotten, you even close your eyes in the first place. His claw-like fingers unbuttoned his shirt on yours without difficulty, left you only in your black lace panty. 

 The feeling of temperature as if dropped significantly made you glued your body to August. Smooth skin of your chest pressed to his hot hairy one, seeking warmth. One hand secured behind your back while the other palm on your ass. Massage the globe there. 

 "Ohh…" you gasped as you felt his finger on your clothed core. 

 "Hmm… wet already, I see." he let the pad of his finger move up to your clit, while the movement of the claw added sensation to your already. Seeing your reaction, he repeated it a couple times. Made you a mess with only one of his fingers.  

 Arched your body a little bit, you were thrilled to see his expression. Traveled your hands down from his hairy chest; your eyes still focused on his face, while your palms found their way to his hard cock. 

 "Oh, so big…," slowly at first, you ran your hands at the tip of his cock. Even without looking at it, you knew it's definitely bigger than any cock you've ever seen. 

 Eyes widened as your hand slid down to the base. The other weighed his balls. "Holy…," your eyes looked down, stared in awe at his cock. 

 "Careful little lamb, you drooled on it."

 "Who's not?" You eyed him in disbelief.

 August let out a weird laugh, "I expect you to worship it, then." He looked at you with a bemused expression as you quickly worked on his length. Stroked it up and down repeatedly. 

 You go down on your knees, eyes crossed as you focused on his slit that oozed pre-cum. Unconsciously, you stuck out your tongue and brushed it on his slit. Wrapped your right hand at the base of his cock, your gaze rose up to meet his. Left handheld on his upper thigh for support as your lips covered the heat of his cock. You bobbed your head calculatedly as you accommodate him halfway. 

 "Such a good little lamb for your wolf, aren't you." August's right hand was at the back of your head as he nudged you none too gently. Made you choke at his cock, and pulled it out from your mouth. You gazed at the mix of your saliva and his precum in awe. But it didn't last long as August pulled you to your feet and picked you up. 

 He climbed up on the bed with you and laid on his back. He situated your hips and pulled it closer, so your opening was hovering on top of his face. On all four, for him. August was rewarded with a yelped and a moan as his tongue licked your clothed core. 

 The sound of fabric being ripped made you turn your head to the right. "That's my only pa— ohhh," your protest died right away as his tongue lapped your opening. The feel of his claws as he spread your ass cheeks added wonder to your pussy. 

 Trying to keep yourself busy, you swallowed the head of his cock for a starter. His cock was too big for you; your mouth can only allow half of it. Diligently, you tried to move your tongue while you suck on his cock, hands slid up and down. Feeling all the veins that encircled his length made you shuddered.

 August bucked his hips as you put one of your hands to massaging his balls. The action made you gagged as his cock entered further than before. But it didn't take a long time for you to stop due to his sudden attack on your pussy. 

 His tongue was not lapped at you anymore; it rammed inside your wet core like a starved man. You squealed as the end of his fangs scrapped at your now wet pussy. The pressure on your clit as the pad of his fingers made a circular motion left you breathless. It drove you to your high faster than you ever experienced. A surprised scream left off your lips as his tongue scraped your most sensitive part. Your body quivered as your inner walls spasm, hands held on his cock as you ride your high. 

 "Ohh— my god, ohh—my god—," you can still feel the kitten licked as August feasted on it. 

 "Ahh—that' s—that's good." You let your head rested on his left thigh. 

 "Now, for the main course." August's gruff tone pulled you back from your hazy state. His hard cock was evident on your right hand. 

 You felt your body shifted position, and now you were on your back. August spread your legs wide and shifted his position. The feeling of his heavy cock on top of your pussy made you nervous but also excited. Unconsciously you nibbled your forefingers while eyes traveled down to his long and hard cock. It made an up and down motion on your opening. You can feel your wet pussy clenched in frustration, ready to be filled. 

 "August please…," still nibbled at your fingers, you gaze at the wolf on top of you, one elbow supporting your upper body. He's so big, literally and figuratively. If you can't come back to your world, so be it. You didn't mind staying and being his plaything as long as he wanted you. 

 "Please, what my little lamb?" You pouted at that. You definitely weren't a little lamb. If anything, you should be the succubus. 

 "Please put that in me—," you writhed underneath him. 

 "Please put what?" His big body tower over you. His pupils dilated and only left a small ring of pale blue irises. His clawed fingers move up and down your thigh.

 "Ple—please, ohhhh, put that cock inside me! Fuck me, my wolf— nhhh—," your plead was answered when August suddenly pushed the head of his cock on your opening. 

 The back of your head fell to rest on the thick pillow as the intrusion of August's cock sent a surprising jolt on your body. You knew he's big. But when his cock finally spread your lips open and entered you, the overwhelming sensation was something you still didn't expect. 

 "Ohh— so big—," your pussy clenched immediately when August tried to push deeper but also slowly. The noticeable ridge of his vein scraped at your inner wall deliciously. With closed eyes, you gripped the edge of the pillow as you mumbled about how full you feel right now. 

 "Work your clit for me. Yes...make that tight pussy cream on my cock."

 "Oh—like this?" Your fore and middle fingers slowly pulled the hood and made a circular motion as August asked. 

 "Yes… Just like that…."

 It didn't take you long enough to feel the fast buildup on your lower belly. Something that never happened before. "Ohh—yes—I'm going to cum, my—ahhh," you work your clit faster as August cock made a shallow fuck inside you. 

 "Yes, cum on my cock, my little lamb. I want to see your pretty face when you cum for your wolf." His wolf tone deliciously affected your body. His growl sent an extra twitch on your clit. And you lose it when he thrust all the way inside your wet pussy. 

 You scream in ecstasy as your pussy quivered uncontrollably on his hard cock. You feel so full. The feeling of his cock all the way inside you made your brain feel as if it was submerged. Forgotten that you ever closed your eyes, you were rewarded by a sly smirk on August werewolf's face. His eyes were now all dark. His hair loosened, made the curls of it fall to his forehead. 

 "I see you enjoying yourself, my little lamb." His claws caressed your thigh gently.

 "Nnn—of course, I ahhh—I am." A little movement from August made you aware that his cock still inside you. Hard as a rock. 

 August lifted up both your knees and secured it with his hands. You lifted your upper body with your elbows as he retrieved his cock from your wet core. You gasped when you witnessed August pulled it out, inches by inches. Left only the head inside you.

 You moaned when he pushed again. Stretched you like no one else ever had. He did it slowly, knew that you still adapt to his girth. But the feeling when the tip of his cock scraped your most sensitive part every time he thrust inside you, you were tripped to your high even faster than before. 

 The moan of pleasure became incoherent as August sped up his pace. Repeated syllables of ahhh and ohhh accompanied your plead for him to fuck you like you were a female wolf. Released his pent up frustration to mate. 

 Both of you fuck like an animal who just needs to reproduce. Lust clouded the atmosphere in the room. Moaned and growled were sung like a prayer under the moonlight that shone its way to the basement. 

 His balls slapped against your ass every time he plugged in inside you. Sweats trickled down your body, and it looked even animalistic in August. His werewolf form was so majestic that you just wholly let him own you. 

 His feracious fucking looked like almost to its limit. The buzzed on your lower belly was ready to explode, but you held it.

"Fuck!" He growled.

 "Uhh—uhh—uhh—cum in me. Yes—cum in me, my wolf— filled me up with your thick hot cum!" You pleaded like a bitch in heat. 

 August slammed his cock deep inside you as he screamed and let out a long howl. The feel of his warm cum inside you triggered your orgasm. You wail as your inner walls contracted and squeezed his cock. Spurt and spurt of his cum filled your womb to the brim. Something that you never allowed any of your partners to do in the past. 

 You didn't realize that you lock both your ankles behind August ass. But also you sensed something changed. August was draped on top of your body, head sneaked at the crook of your neck. Still, in a haze caused by the release of oxytocin in your bloodstream, you missed the way August kissed turned into something more. He bit you. 

 The still clouded brain of yours pop-up an image of you becoming August omega. His only mate. Bear a litter of pups for him and live happily ever after in his house, in his world. Your pussy unconsciously clenched at his cock that was still inside you. You never really said this to anyone, but you imagine you live in another world since the first time you ever read a story about omega verse. 

 You mewled when the biting stopped. Maybe August bit you just for fun. When he craned his head up to look at you, something was different. His eyes turned back to his azure color. His fangs now short, back to its regular human teeth, and his body wasn't as hairy as he's before. He's practically not in his werewolf form anymore. 

 "You changed? Why?"

 He looked at you with his quizzical expression. "You wanted me to return to my werewolf form?" 

 You glanced away from him and kind of embarrassed to declare that his werewolf form was way hotter than his human form. Not that his human form wasn't hot either. Damn, you definitely bang him every time you can, but his werewolf form just made you curl your toes in an instant. 

 You cleared your throat and looked him in the eyes, "I like it very much."

 "Well...the full moon is still in the sky for quite some time. Are you ready for the next round, my little lamb?"

 "Yes, my wolf." You purred seductively at him and witnessed in delight his transformation before your eyes.

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Paranoia // Chanyeol & Sehun Drabble

Requested word: Haunted house by @xjinyoung

(Trigger warnings may occur, be cautious)

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"Who's idea was this?! You know I was joking about visiting that house up the hill, right?!" Sehun growls as he looks over to his comrade with disbelief. He was just kidding about going to explore that abandoned house up the hill. But knowing Chanyeol likes stuff like that he had no choice but come along and now he regretted it.

Sehun, Wielder Of Wind didn't fear anything expect ghosts, but then again that have been part of his life, since he was a child. He actually have met one ghost in his past, and he couldn't say it was a pleasant meeting. That ghost happened to be his dead uncle, that he have never actually met, before that and the things his ghost told him were highly disturbing and he saw often nightmares about it, so he wasn't fan of ghosts.

"Come on... It's not that bad. It may be abandoned, but it necessarily doesn't mean there's ghosts in there. Let's go. Night is almost falling and we don't have much time, until our night shift." Chanyeol says as he tugs the younger along towards the house. Every second closer to the house made Sehun feel extremely nervous, so he stayed close to Chanyeol, since he was the more powerful one of the crew. So, knowing he was there put Sehun's mind slightly at ease. Once they made it to the hill, it was already quite dark, gladly they had flashlights.

"There it is. Look at that view." Chanyeol says, admiring the way how scary the house looked like. Some windows were broken. There was dead garden at the side of the building. House wasn't very big, it looked more like an cabin than actual house. The door was a bit off the frame, and moved in the wind, making the place look even more ominous. That did not make Sehun feel any better about Chanyeol's master plan. He stayed behind him with his flashlight. "I guess that's enough. Can we go back now?" He asks then, not really wanting to go inside that ominous place, he felt extremely uneasy, but Chanyeol just chuckled and shook his head.

"Not so fast, Sehun-ah. We are going in. Come." Chanyeol says with smirk, pulling the younger along, even he tried to struggle away, but Chanyeol was way too strong for him, so he didn't have choice but to follow along. "Besides, you need to learn to face your fears with head on. For example, if there's a war, you can't just back away." He then says, knowingly looking over to younger one, that was clinging to his side now.

"War is different thing... We have been trained and prepared for that. I don't fear battles. But can't say I have the best experience with ghosts..." He then says, looking over to his comrade, following him inside and boy he was feeling extremely nervous and uneasy. As they walked around the house they kept eye on surroundings. It was very dark. There was shattered mirror on the wall at hallway and there was ax stuck into the wall. Whatever have happened there, it sure was violent thing. The whole place had eerie feeling to it, and that didn't make Sehun feel good at all, so he just clings to older male.

The furniture looked like they haven't been used in ages. There was lots of old books and magazines laying around the floor. Maybe even few old blood stains from the murder that seemingly took a place in there. And that sure did not exactly give off welcoming vibe.

"Are you scared, Sehun-ah?" Chanyeol asks and turns looking over to the younger male, that was clinging to his side, seemingly nervous as he looked around. "No... Just... Nervous..." He mutters, his voice wavering as he spoke, so it was obvious, that he was actually scared, not just nervous. "I assure you, there's nothing to..." Chanyeol started but fell silent as he heard a noise from above them. "Did you hear that?" He asks then as he looks around, trying to find the source of the noise.

"Hear what? I didn't hear anything... Can we go now...? I really don't want to be here..." He mutters, but Chanyeol covered his mouth and pulled him behind the corner, because he clearly heard footsteps above them somewhere. "Shh... Be quiet. We're not alone here..." He says and that sure made Sehun's heart skip beat or two just now. He remined silent and listened. His eyes widened as he actually heard the footsteps just now. "It's walking above us. Come." Chanyeol says as he made a move towards the stairs, Sehun following close behind. Now if ever he wished he would have Kai's ability, to teleport away from this foul place.

It seemed like time has stopped. There was nothing, but boy, it was cold up there, colder than downstairs. That probably wasn't a good sign. They looked around and listened. There they were again. They sounded heavier than before. Now even Chanyeol, that earlier didn't have any trouble, felt a bit nervous. But Sehun was horrified, because suddenly as he looked up. He saw him. His uncle, that he met after his death, looking as horrifying as back then, maybe even more at the moment.

"Sehun-ah?" Chanyeol called out but Sehun was nowehere to be seen. It's like he'd vanished. Now Chanyeol started to feel actually worried. He looked around with his flashlight. "Come on! This is no time for hide and seek... Where are you?!" He called out, activating his bracelet and flame appeared around his hand as he looked around, because one could know if those men that were after them would have set this up as a trap.

"Sehun-ah!" He called out again, biting his lip nervously as he tried to locate him. He then heard thump, like something would have dropped at downstairs. He rushed there and saw Sehun sitting in the corner, hugging his knees. "Sehun-ah... What happened...?" He asks then as he went to younger's side, deactivating the bracelet and made the flame disappear as he kneels down beside his comrade, placing hand on his shoulder.

"I... I got scared by the noises and ran back downstairs, but then... I saw it... T-that ghost... And... It looked exactly like my uncle..." Sehun explains, his voice wavering again and more than before. Now Chanyeol really regretted dragging younger here. Biting his lip he warped arms around him and pulled him into warm embrace. "I'm sorry, Sehun-ah... If I'd have known how bad your paranoia gets here, I wouldn't have dragged you along..." He whispers, holding younger in his arms gently, rubbing his back soothingly. He really was upset with himself for dragging Sehun into this, even he knew about his paranoia and about his first meeting with his dead uncle's ghost, which wasn't a pleasant one.

"Come on... Let's go home. I ask Kai to switch places with you on the night shift tonight. You can stay with Suho and others." He says as he helps his comrade up and they head out from the house, back to their base where they told everything that happened.

Chanyeol learnt important lesson, and would never ever do something like that again, when he was with Sehun.

THE END

#Drabble // Chanyeol & Sehun #Requested by: xjinyoung

[musicallisto]

without fail tag

THE “WITHOUT FAIL” TAG — List five things that you, WITHOUT FAIL, weave into or explore in your stories, whether it be specific themes or tropes, character archetypes, allusions to other literary works, what have you! It really can be anything that you consistently include in your narratives for whatever reason. Then invite others to share theirs by tagging them!

I was tagged by @deadlymodern - thank you so much for tagging me, this tag is amazing and I loved reading your answers! I can tell you have a very thorough approach to your writing & themes, it’s so cool!

(tagging people at the bottom of the post if you want to skip)

1. flowers, skies & words

grouping them together since they're all related to a wider, general literary device: symbols and allegories in my stories. Without fail, I’ll always use flower symbolism to evoke certain themes, places, characters... withered petals for death, blossoms for youth, you name it, it’s probably been in one of my stories. just consider my main WIP’s title, The Grave of Roses (Le Tombeau des Roses). It’s a little basic, and has been used time and time before in literature, but I still love it.

Other elements that often make it into my stories as symbols are planes (because I love aviation obviously, but also as a symbol of breaking free, independence, of man’s domination on mortality, what with having tamed the skies, but also his frail condition and how everything hangs on a thread). Also, the sky is pretty.

And lastly, words, stories, novels always have their place in my stories, and more often than not one of my characters is a writer, or someone who uses words and stories as some kind of comfort, outlet, or a driving force.

At its [the tombstone] foot, below the name, red roses piled up, enough of them to cover ten graves. A single vermilion bud, a wind-swept poppy, clashed with the rest of the bouquet, and Samuel knew that it was William's children who had placed it there. Only they knew that he didn't even like roses anymore, and that he would come to lay poppies on his father's memorial every time he returned to London...

The tomb was both smaller and prettier than Samuel imagined, less opulent than England would have wanted to give its precious child. The morning sun, like a caress, illuminated the epitaph, a Latin verse that Samuel had known in the past. “Bury me southward,” he heard William say so clearly that he almost turned around, "so that I can look at England and France in the same breath." His name, however, was drenched in full light, facing east, and inexplicably this saddened Samuel.

“And there it is... it's pretty, don't you think? I don't know if he would have liked it... You probably know it better than I do...”

“And why do you care about that, huh? You don't even believe in God.” “He's a writer. He believes in symbols.” “He believes in vanity, alright.”

“I think he would have liked it anyway,” he nodded in agreement, his eyes glued to the lonely poppy. (Translation)

2. parental roughnesses

this was bound to come, because I feel like we were all pretty fucked up at some point in our lives from our upbringing. I didn’t go for straight up “parental issues” because I don’t deal with like, abusive or absent parents or anything, just complicated relationships between parents and their children, but who still love each other. Oftentimes it has to do with one of the children idealizing the heck out of their parent and slowly realizing that they make mistakes and are not a hero at all, and/or unmeetable expectations and parental pressure. but it’s not like I’m projecting or anything lol

“You never knew Father, William,” Grace stopped him immediately [...]. “Don't you dare pretend you know what it's like.”

“Growing up without a father is not necessarily better than losing him in childhood! Everyone here has suffered from his disappearance, Grace. You have no idea how much I miss him, despite never meeting him. But that's all in the past now. And there's no reason for there to be another war.”

“Of course there is!” she retorted ferociously, despite the tears spilling from her eyes. “Of course there is, and they're going to send you there like Father, and you'll want to play hero like Father, and then you'll get shot down like a dog! Where's it going to be this time, huh? Above Luxembourg, just like him, or maybe somewhere in your beloved France?” (Translation)

3. patriotism

One way or another, all my stories always deal with patriotism, nationalism, pride in one’s country and more broadly speaking one’s relationship to it. It questions what it means to belong to a country, to share one culture, one language; does it justify acting in the benefit of one’s country, and where do you draw the line before you intentionnally harm others’; what even is a country, a nationality, and it what sense do you belong to one, and what do you owe it, if you even owe it anything? Is it wrong or right to feel love and attachment to your place of origin? And what does it mean to fight for your country, for its values, for its people? & other things of the like. It probably stems from my own experience as a binational person; growing up, I was always asked stuff like “but who do you root for in a football game” “but are you like really French or not?” “if Spain and France got into a war what would you do?”, and this all lead me to question “am I more French or am I more Spanish - which one am I, and which one would others perceive me to be - do I need to pick a side? And how can I express my affection to these places that raised me both differently, without undermining the other - or others? can I still be proud of my heritage given the horrors my countries have committed in the past?”. I still haven’t found a definitive answer, so my writing is just me throwing trails out to the world and hoping I’ll figure it out someday. that’s why my stories often have a war setting; firstly I just love historical fiction, and secondly it’s the perfect backdrop for all these questions to unfold.

William laughed at the idea - he, a true Frenchman! It was a very silly thought. He may have loved what he had seen of Charlotte's country, but England was not to be ashamed of any other land, for it was the only one he would love until his last breath. (Translation.)

4. just a hint of supernatural

I love me a good ghost story, and I’m a fan of everything spooky, but what’s subtly spooky, and not the gory, in-your-face horror. This particular theme may have increased since I saw The Haunting of Hill House which completely OBLITERATED ME with how it uses the house and its ghosts to tell a story of family and trauma and memories... but I’ve loved ghost stories forever. Another piece that truly resonated with me was One Hundred Years of Solitude (Cien años de soledad) by Gabriel García Márquez. It was my first dive into the world of magical realism and I didn’t make it out of there the same person I was when I entered. This one is not necessarily included in every piece without fail, because some are just too anchored in reality, but if it’s not a straight-up spirit or an otherworldly creature, I’ll always find a way to include an aspect of superstition, a myth, a legend, a tale from faraway that is neither proved nor disproved throughout the story. It truly adds to the atmosphere of the world, even in a very realistic and gritty setting, I believe.

I hear murmurs of legends among the soldiers. [...] One of those stories caught my attention, I must admit... It is not very special, nothing more than a children's tale, but I thought it was beautiful enough to please your Romantic soul. Some pilots speak of a cemetery, somewhere in the countryside north of London, which has something mystical about it, lost in the flowers that sway as far as the eye can see, in the calm rhythm of the wind, wrapped in the heady scent of eternal spring, and where the bravest warriors would go to rest forever, tired of their exploits and the continual explosions. No one knows exactly where it is or what to do to be buried there, but this beautiful image simply floats like a dream in the minds of many and, I confess, in mine as well since I first heard about it.

It is said that there only flowers dare to disturb the heroes in their sleep... This fragment of silence is called the Grave of the Roses.

So if I were to leave you, if you were to hear that I am gone...

With a bit of luck, that is where you will find me.

5. love

this one is broader and less obvious than you might think. Of course, I’ll always, always implement an element of romance to my story (and more often than not it’s angsty with star-crossed lovers or insurmountable obstacles or forbidden romances and whatnot), but there’s more to it. I don’t think I have ever written a story that is entirely grim and bleak, simply because I do not believe the world is built like that. I’ve said time and time again that love is my favorite thing in the world, and I believe it is the force that drives us all forward and connects us all together; love is, to me, the truest power of humanity, and its inherent purpose. And love covers all subjects and all types of relationships, but my absolute favorite ways to explore and show love in my stories is through long-lasting, rock-solid friendships (because friendships are often overlooked both in fiction and real life), and just a grandiose love letter to humanity as a whole. I’m an optimist, and many people who have suffered more than I have would deem me naive for thinking this - and I cannot blame them -, but as Anne Frank put it more bravely than I ever could, “despite everything, I still think humans are good at heart”. My stories are always born out of love and made for love. For the love of humanity and kindness and literature and love of myself, too, because sometimes I just like rereading the words and thinking, “wow, I’ve made it this far. look at me go.” In a word, yes, I would say that is what it boils down to; my work, but also what I hope my entire life and being will be. An ode to love.

“He admired you and truly loved you, you know. You were a good leader, I'm sure, and a good friend, above all.”

He thought she was going to put her hand on his shoulder, and prepared to bend to avoid it, but instead she came to rest on the polished marble of the tomb, which was already beginning to erode at the corners. The soft light bathed her hand, and Samuel's on the other corner, still resting above William's surname, the only thing he had been proud of from beginning to end.

“And I loved him too. I loved them all. If you only knew...”

well, I got carried away, as I always do when talking about my writing, but it made me miss it so much. I haven’t worked on any of my projects since literally October and I’m feeling the void rn. anyway, thank you again for enabling me to ramble about what I love most, Thais! and I’m tagging @softeninglooks, @lxncelot, @myriadimagines​, @swanimagines & @randomfandomimagine + plus any writer who wants to talk about their marvelous work <3

#tag game #mywriting #long post #writing #ltdr

[bereaving]

You definitely don't need to apologize for that 😆 I do that too...

For me it's different cause I love the horror genre. Like not this random, boring clichee sort of horror but this really subtle and deep horror like in Hill House. I'm a huge fan of it. For me it wasn't really important what's it about, I just wanted to continue this anthology.  

A lot of people say that honestly 🤔 it's different when you watch Bly first and then Hill House. But they both have a lot of similarities and I love that. 

She is! And it's for sure that most of the time where people were going through a traumatic childhood, they turned out to be assholes. Like we have an example right next to Jamie on the same show - Peter. He went through that as a kid and he turned out to be abusive and toxic, mostly. So it's great to see that there's a different way to go with that or to deal with everything Jamie had to deal with as a kid and how she turned out to be as an adult.  

So yeah that's really nice to see that people aren't the way you first think they are by how they act, you just need to get to know them and we did after her fantastic speech. I can't tell you how often I watched that because its one of my favorite scenes in the whole season. She definitely is one of the most important characters on the show. It's also a beautiful reference to how a flower needs it time to bloom and so do people, like you said. 

I mean she's definitely holding herself back a bit, and she tries to wrap her flirting and overall conversations with Dani up with humor. I think that's a great way of showing someone you really care about them without being too forward. So yeah I agree with you on that she would make a move if she'd be completely sure that's it okay for Dani too. But she would definitely do it in a Jamie - like - way 😂 like acting all cool and being funny yk 

Dani is bold af 😆 like she has shown us that so many times and it is refreshing to see. Cause if I'm being honest I didn't think of her that way when I first saw her. I thought she's cute and all but when I first got to know her backstory a bit I immediately changed my mind. Also the scene she had with Henry at the bar was bold af, I'd  have never done that for sure 😅

And then everything that happens around her at Bly and with Jamie, no doubt at all. 

Haha I had to laugh when Jamie said "who the hell knew" 😂 that was awesome and also gave Dani a feeling of relief. That was the first time she expressed her feelings, her real feelings, to someone she likes so much and no one blamed her for that.

I guess you can see it both ways. I hated how they decided to end it, like they just gave us all and then in the end they took it all away 😪 just seeing how Dani sacrificed herself and then no one even remembered her and she just has no choice but going to Bly again and die there, it was so hard to watch and to accept. And there's Jamie,  alone, with just the memories of Dani and she keeps waiting for her to return till the end... that's just heartbreaking and I need to hold back myself from crying every time I even think about it. 

It is a masterpiece, no doubt, but I just wish they would let them finally be happy for the rest of their days.

Yeah that's the thing when you watch Bly first I guess 😅 I knew Victoria will be in season 2, too. So I wasn't as surprised about it, but the fact that she played Nell just makes it change a bit. She nails playing those characters with real struggles and she brings them to life in a way I've never seen anybody do it 💯 her microexpressions are so spot on, like I don't even know what to say about it. These two characters are stucked in my head too. Dani a bit more than Nell but that's just because it's so long ago when I watched Hill House. 

I mean definitely! I hope Amelia stays on the horror path that would be great for me 😂 also same here, I won't watch YOU I don't know why but it's probably the show in general seems to be not really my thing 😕 unfortunately I have to say...cause i don't get to see Victoria

I really hope they bring them both back to The Haunting Series, I'd love to see Amelia back there and Victoria too 👌 but I guess we have to wait a long time for that 

We goin’ under the cut again because this one is also long, my friend haha

A horror two-timer such as myself really doesn’t have any other opinion other than the ones I’ve seen: Bly is and feels more gothic, whereas Hill House is more... I guess classically horror. They are both fantastic, and tbh I had no idea this is what horror does. I’d never looked into horror as a way of expanding the story, and Mike and his team had done that beautifully with The Haunting. Hours after I’d published the ask it occurred to me that the answer was so engrossed with Dani and Jamie that I’d completely forgotten to write about Peter lol whoops. He and Jamie are really two opposites of the spectrum. And in episode 7, I get that the whole deal for that is to get a better insight into his background, and what shapes him and what made him the way that he is. I enjoyed it as a casual watcher, and I liked OJC’s portrayal of him, but to be completely honest, I left that episode with very little added empathy for him. I’ve seen people like him enough both in real life and in fictional portrayals. I know what it’s like to be in the presence of people like him, and it is not in any way pleasant. So yeah, Peter, as this post so eloquently put it, can choke.

Jamie on the other hand... 🥰 Have I mentioned I love her? Lemme just say it again, just because.

Re: “I’m so glad you stayed” scene: That whole tracking shot... ugh, it just gives me goosebumps. I have seen it more than once and every time I need the scene for GIFs or anything, I’d always watch from the moment Owen’s car drives away. These two smol wives own my heart and my soul, and I love them a lot a lot.

Re: the ending Completely understand where you’re coming from, and it’s not something that I can casually think about or even try to sit with without some sort of mental preparation -- like taking a deep breath before you go for a deep dive. It still hurts, I still get sad and cry about the way their story had to end. But, that being said, to me it doesn’t feel like a disservice to their journey. It wasn’t done just for the sake of dramatization, or to show any kind of... hidden morality message, or anything like that. There’s no agenda to the story, is maybe a more succinct way of putting it. Just like any other couples we would see on screen, it treats them with respect. I think we all wish, deep down inside, that they would be able to shake off The Lady and live their best lives, but... I don’t know. Personally, I don’t think it would’ve stayed or created this big of an impact if they were to just ride off into the sunset together. 

Another thing to add is how good Bly is at exaggerating and amplifying aspects of real life and making it to be an element of the story. Some people forget you, some people will always wait for you and want to be with you. Some things, you do without thinking and it becomes a habit. Sometimes you lose yourself. Sometimes you’re stuck in circumstances or places you don’t really want to be in, but have to due to obligations and responsibilities. Some places really do have a pull of their own. Sometimes people love wrong, and it consumes you. Sometimes people love right, and it saves you. Maybe that’s just me and my takeaway from it, though. Last time I said Bly has changed the course of my 2020, and by that I mean that it’s taught me to have feelings again, to re-examine things, to care. And I just... love this series. Sadness and all.

MOVING ON 😆 I bow to Victoria. Ari ( @camhowes ) was the one who encouraged me to watch Bly in the first place, and so naturally once I started Hill House I messaged her and said, “I can’t believe Dani and Nell are played by THE SAME ACTRESS???????????” My freak out over her is not over yet, and I am begging anyone to let her be in all the things. I’ll fucking watch it (again... other than You) The way Nell breaks my heart... One of my friends who’s been a long Hill House champ has repeatedly said to me that Theo is the most fascinating sibling, and while I agree to a certain extent... Nell has my heart.

When it comes to Netflix’s You... to be completely blunt, a story that is pitched as “stalker man show, he kills people” is just not gonna appeal to me in general. No offense to anyone but there are just too many men I do not give a squat about. I don’t know if my resolve with this show will change. There’s been a couple sets of Love Quinn that I’ve seen (when she goes to the market in a beanie, or when she’s cooking and baking and drinking wine, or when she apparently went full on revenge baking mode) that are intriguing and is chipping away at my resolve, but... yeah, for the moment, I’m staying away from that series.

And I’m just gonna put a thought out into the universe, that if Miss Amelia Eve is hiring anyone to help her with her dog-walking business, I am available and can start ASAP.

#ask #anonymous #it's another long one folks #thobm asks

[fratboykate]

Oh I'm glad you finally watched His dark material!! I haven't read the books yet but I loooove the tv show, and I was amazed by Ruth Wilson performance, she's simply amazing and she can deliver so good the complexity of her character, I found myself not able to 'hate' it, it's complex. I mean, usually when a character is cold/detached complicated most of my friends are like ugh I don't like her/him, and I'm one of the few that say wow, I love this character, let me love you, don't listen to them

I genuinely loved the first season. Did it have narrative flaws and did I think a lot of shit from the book should’ve been in there because I feel like you just can’t comprehend the immensity of this world or the whole concept of “dust” without a lot of the context from the novels? Yes. Was it still a fucking hella enjoyable season of television? Also yes. There’s the perpetual issue of what book adaptations leave out of the screen and I know not everything can be included or said because it would just turn into a lot of exposition but there’s just SO MUCH context, back story, and world building that was cut that I don’t know how most of this makes sense if you haven’t read the books and have that as sort of back up in your brain. I try to imagine not knowing and I think I would be “HUH?!” about half the time. There definitely were ways where they could’ve strengthened the world building and character back stories without needing to go into immense exposition. It would’ve made the show even stronger.

That being said, I don’t think they did a bad job with characterization at all. For example, the books already had me obsessed with Iorek as a character but there’s something about seeing a grumpy CGI polar bear that sent me over the edge and I’m over here stanning a fucking talking bear. I do love my angry son very much. I also love Lyra even more but that’s thanks to Dafne and her fucking incredible performance. Talk about having to carry a show while being a toddler and pulling it off beyond everyone’s expectations.

Speaking of actors, Ruth truly is one of the best actresses of this generation. I’ve said it a million times over the years and will forever stand by that. Never in a million years could you have asked me who should play Coulter and I would’ve said “Ruth Wilson obviously”. Wouldn’t have even crossed my mind but whoever suggested that deserves a fucking raise because what an absolutely delightful casting choice. I can’t imagine anyone else pulling this off so perfectly. I honestly can’t. The beautiful thing is that Dafne can go toe to toe with her which is FUCKING UNREAL. That scene they have in the bedroom after Coulter saves her from the machine thing in the north where Marissa is trying to give Lyra tea and then Lyra tricks her with the Spy Fly and she escapes is a masterclass in acting. That’s Ruth at the top of her game and giving a performance with thirty different layers but then you have this literal fucking child keeping up with her beat by beat and just....holy shit. I rewatched that scene a few times just to see them be brilliant at that level. That kid is so talented. There’s two children I have my eye on now because they’re so unbelievably good that I can’t wait for them to grow up. One is Dafne and the other one is the girl who played little Theo on Haunting Of Hill House. I’m just hoping they don’t go the Hailee route and taint their careers with consistently terrible project choices because they’re so much better than that.

I’m definitely excited for season two.

#hdm #my screams #anonymous #kg answers