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bruhstories · 3 years

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Personal Demon

Summary: Because of a mistake, you're assigned a devil instead of an angel. Pairing: Demon!Eren Jaeger x Fem!Reader Warnings & Conent: oh boy, here we go - language, mentions of suicide, mentions of self harm, mentions of rape, fingering, unprotexted sex, alcohol consumption, mentions of drug abuse, mentions of reader in an asylum, sliiiiight dumbification of reader, slight corruption of reader, Eren's a little shit Word Count: 3.9 k

A/N: So I wrote this in, like, 3-4 days because I felt like it's pretty bad but not bad enough not to post it. I hope you still enjoy it, though!

You always felt it — breathing in your nape, moving in the corner of your room at night, whispering things you shouldn't dare think about. Your own personal demon. Most of the time you did a good job at ignoring it. Most of the time you abused substances to make it go away, at least for a minute. With the puff of weed or a bottle of alcohol, it stayed away, only watching from afar and never involving itself with you. Most of the time.

Keys clung in your hands, door shutting behind as you walked into your apartment, fingers wrapped around your grocery bags. Yet another night of drinking the voice away.

"Not today, Satan." You hummed, popping open a bottle of gin, nose scrunching at the bitter taste.

"I keep telling you, the easiest way to get rid of me would be to kill yourself." It spoke, this time outside of your head.

"And I keep telling you to stay the fuck away from me." You growled back.

"We both know that's not possible."

Another sip and you put the bottle down, hands digging inside the bag for a snack.

"You're gonna need something stronger than that."

There it was, the bar of chocolate you so eagerly starved for. The TV suddenly turned on. It was craving entertainment.

"Anything unusual happened today?"

No, it was craving attention and you were not about to give it any. You put the groceries inside the fridge and grabbed the bottle, plopping on the couch.

"How long are you going to pretend I'm not here?"

"As long as I need." You snapped back, eyes glued to the TV.

"Well, that didn't last long." It laughed. "Come on, Y/N, we've been together for, what, 24 years?"

"Can you just shut up? Disappear? Crawl back to Hell?"

"Nope. Waaaaait, I know why you've got your panties in a twist. It's because that Jean guy you like hooked up with Mikasa, right?"

It was impossible to deal with. Every single second, it was there. Since you've been born, it was there, always watching, always following you, always. You tried to go to a priest, a monk, anything, but nothing helped. The angel that was supposed to guide you happened to be a demon and there was nothing you could do about it. But you were not going to give it the satisfaction of ending your pathetic life, no matter how much you wanted to, because despite being a demon, it still had to keep you alive until your time came. It, however, did like to push you over the edge, push you until you grabbed a knife and slit your wrists, only for the knife to get shoved by some invisible force before you could finish the job. It tormented you and it loved it.

"I told you, not today, Satan."

"Ugh, my name's-"

"I don't care." Your head snapped into the direction of the voice, only to be met with a wall. "Let's face it, we shouldn't have been in this situation, so why don't you shut your mouth up and let me get on with my life?"

"What life?" It laughed and you could already picture the sneer on its face, flashing you fangs and a forked tongue. "That's not even what I look like."

"Get out of my head!" You screamed before grabbing the bottle and emptying half of its contents.

"Careful, Y/N, the neighbours might call the police and you don't want to end up like last time, do you?"

Last time... you were but a child, throwing plates at the wall only to make it stop talking when your parents admitted you to an asylum. You had to live with it for half a year before they let you out.

"Please, please stay out of my head." Tears pooled at your eyes as you clutched the bottle at your chest.

"Now why would I stay out when it's just so much fun in you?"

"God, I hate you so much!"

"Me or beardy up there? I couldn't quite get it." It laughed again, laughing at your damn misery as you got up from the couch and left the apartment.

The alcohol already made its way to your brain when you reached the ground floor of the building. Rain poured outside but you didn't care, you just ran as far away from it as possible and for the first time in years, it didn't follow you. Grateful and content, you slowed down, admiring the beauty of the city which you ignored because of the voice inside of your head. The smell of rain, the colourful buildings, the empty streets, everything felt new and refreshing, and you took it all in. Time seemed to slow down without itconstantly nagging in the back of your mind and you realised you were pretty far away from your home, an area unknown to you. Still, you knew how to get back, you hoped, but when you turned around, a man pushed you into an alleyway.

"Satan?" You whispered, dizzy from the lingering gin and smell of rain. The man pinned you to a wall and finally you were beginning to realise what was happening.

"Call me whatever you want, baby, just keep that pretty voice down." His hand moved up your thigh and panic seeped through your veins. "We don't want to draw any attention, now, do we?" He kissed your neck and you froze on the spot, eyes widening in fear and body shivering.

"L-let go of me!" You managed, the alcohol numbing your arms, rendering you unable to push the stranger away.

"Shhh, don't fight it." The man squeezed your arms, his fingers bruising the soft skin. Anger, sadness and pain coiled together in your chest and you couldn't breathe anymore. Oh, how you wished you never left your flat, how you wished you stayed back and listened to itconstantly yapping, like a maggot crawling into your brain. "Aren't you a pretty one?" He cooed, his hand travelling lower, lower, to the point where tears started rolling down your cheeks, mixing with the snot and rain on your face.

And then it happened — in the blink of an eye, your assailant was thrown against the other wall by the too familiar invisible force as you sank to the ground, eyes puffy and red, legs trembling.

"The fuck? What are you?" The man hissed at you, his hands holding his abdomen.

"I'm the devil." It spoke, voice inhuman and perilous, and you could only sneer at him. For the first time you were happy it was there. Sick, twisted thoughts invaded your mind and you wanted to watch him suffer, and itknew. It knew, because the devil was always in your head.

"You crazy bitch!" The assailant, now helpless and overpowered, did not know about your own personal demon, and he tried to get up, tried to leap forward at you and strangle the last bit of air out of your lungs, but he couldn't. Somethingwas holding him back.

"You want him dead?" It asked, but you know the devil took more pleasure in inflicting pain rather than swiftly killing.

"No." You grinned, eyes dark and dangerous. "I want him to suffer."

"That's my girl."

Blood-curling screams echoed in the alleyway. You didn't know what it was doing to him, but you knew for a fact that you were enjoying the sounds that came out of your attacker. His wrists contorted in a way you didn't think was possible, and the melody of broken bones reminded you that what was happening was wrong. For a moment, your brain was rational, telling you that it should stop, that you should both just leave and forget this ever happened. But... it also felt good, it felt like you've just been reborn, discovering a deeply buried part of you that ached to be exposed. Then, his legs twisted and the man winced in pain, so much pain, and your heart fluttered in your chest.

"More?" It asked and you nodded.

"More."

His arms looped, like a deformed puppet loosely strung, and it made him dance in the rain until his body gave up from fatigue.

"Aw, I was really hoping he'd be a feisty one." It mused, and you also clicked your tongue in disappointment. Before you left, you gave your assailant a good kick in the stomach, your boot stomping on his face with so much anger and force that what remained was unrecognisable.

Wet clothes piled on the floor, you wrapped your naked body in a blanket to warm yourself up. What just happened? What did you do? Why did you allow it to happen and more importantly, why did you love every minute of it? The questions jogged in your fuzzy brain, as you slowly sobered up.

"Why did I enjoy it, Satan?" You asked, lips quivering.

"I told you, my name's not Satan, it's-"

"Eren, I know. I remember." You could feel it quirk a brow, surprised and impressed by its name rolling down your tongue so naturally. "Why did I enjoy it? It's wrong and disgusting."

"Do you remember what happens when you say my name?" It sounded almost concerned.

"You physically manifest, I know. Now answer my fuckingquestion."

"What do you want me to say?" Itasked, fragments of muscle, skin and silk pulling together from thin air. First, its legs. Then, its upper body, draped in a charcoal-black robe. "That you're as sadistic as I am? Maybe it wasn't a mistake that you have a demon, not an angel." And finally, its face materialised in front of you — long dark brown hair falling down his shoulders and eyes so green, it felt like a forest was in them. It looked almost human, the hooked nose, the elongated ears, the deeply sunken emeralds and jagged mouth betraying its true nature.

"I thought you'd have fangs." Was your only response at the scene unfolding in front of you, blanket clutched at your chest. Any normal person would shudder at the demonic sight of Eren appearing in front of them, but to you, it felt comforting to finally assign a face to the voice you so desperately tried to ignore.

"And I thought you wanted to get rid of me." It scoffed, its facial features changing, becoming softer and resembling a human man, but those eyes didn't change an ounce.

"I don't know what I want anymore. If it weren't for you, I would've been raped and dead, probably."

"Just embrace it, Y/N. Just let go of that annoying voice in your head that tells you it's wrong." He encouraged. "There's no such thing as good or bad, right or wrong. It's just surviving, adapting or dying."

Eren looked unbelievably human and incredibly handsome in the dim light of your living room lamp. Maybe it was the alcohol that hasn't left your body yet, or maybe it was the fact that he saved you, again, but the truth was that the devil in your house was making you feel something you couldn't even feel for Jean — and you thought you were in love with Jean.

"Alright, let's pretend for a moment that I give into temptation." Your eyes found his and you felt hypnotised, the rational part of your brain slowly overshadowed by your instincts and feelings. "What then? Do you leave me alone? Do you go back to hell? Do Igo to hell?"

"Oh, I wouldn't call it hell. More like a demonic paradise." He shrugged, eyes bored and blank, devout of any emotion. You leaned forward trying to search for something in his darkened orbs.

"Why are you being nice to me? You're supposed to save me from death, not rape."

He clicked his tongue, your question drilling into his brain, repeating itself over and over again. Why did he save you? It's not like he cared, he only did his job, right? Right?

Wrong.

The demon you grew up with, the demon who tormented you, the demon who tried so desperately to ruin your life did, in fact, give two shits about you and your pathetic existence. Just not in the way you thought.

"Let's just say no one gets to touch you but me." Eren closed the gap between you two, his nose almost grazing over yours. He was absolutely intoxicating and you always fought with the constant need to let him control you. After all, he was always with you, he saw you hit your lowest points, he saw the best of you, he saw your naked body, he saw everything, ergo you were his. Your head quickly turned to the side before you leaned back, exhaustion written all over your face as Eren clicked his tongue. The thing about demons was that they couldn't physically interfere without their human's consent, only using invisible force to stop you from dying and he was just so close.

"Ah, but you can't touch me, though." You trailed off, brow quirked at his narrowed eyes. You've done your homework, you knew what he needed, but still, that side of you tried to prevail over the side that craved his touch.

"Yet." Eren snapped back before your drifted to sleep.

Once again you dreamt of it him, his cock buried deep inside your needy cunt as you screamed his name over and over again while you came undone. When you jolted up from your sleep, he was there, watching you, like a predator stalking its prey. Normally he wouldn't be there, but since you called his name, Eren was glaring down at your helpless body, famished for something only you could give him.

"What's the time?" You groaned, fingers rubbing your eyelids.

"Three in the morning." He answered, eyes glued to you. "Bad dream?" The demon sneered. You knew he'd been in your head again, you knew those dreams existed for a reason.

"They wouldn't be bad if you'd just stay the fuck out of my mind." You hummed with a fake smile.

"Alright then, look me in the eye and tell me, reallytell me you want me to leave you alone." But you couldn't and he knew it. "Stop fighting it, Y/N. For two decades you kept trying. Maybe you should stop being stubborn and just give in." Eren shrugged, his voice tempting and you only wondered if that's how Eve felt when the snake tempted her. You weren't a Christian by any means, but you knew the story well enough to figure out the consequences.

"I have work tomorrow. Please let me sleep." You got up from the couch, blanket wrapped around your shoulders.

And that's when Eren reached his limits. He followed you into your bedroom, something knocking the wind out of you as you fell on the mattress. Somethingpulling the blanket off of you. Somethingtravelling down your arms, goosebumps dotting your skin as he stood in the doorway.

"I can't touch you, but I can do so many things to you." He inched closer, his figure imposing and dangerous and you could feel your core burning. "I can smell your arousal, Y/N. I know you want it. You just have to say it." Eren demanded and you hated that he was right. Slowly but surely, the battle in your heart and mind was coming to an end the more he got closer to the bed. "Say it."

You whined and writhed in pain and pleasure, and in the blink of an eye your life flashed before your eyes as you came to the conclusion that you've tried so hard to stay away from the demon, but either he was too persistent, or you were too weak. Or you just simply wanted him to ravage you and you were okay with that. Your hands stopped moving, your body stopped fighting.

"Do it..." You half-begged, judgement clouded, vision blurry. "Please, do it! Touch me, break me, fuck me, please! I need you, need to feel you..."

Like some sort of spell had just been lifted, Eren felt relieved. The sight of your sprawled body, combined with the lustful look in your lidded eyes only fed his hunger and he was famished. Calloused fingertips grazed over your knees, up your thighs, sending chills down your spine as you arched your back, pulling the demon closer to your face.

"Kiss me?" You asked, voice sweet and needy and he crushed his lips onto yours. They were surprisingly soft, tasting of whiskey and honey and the flavour lingered on your lips after he pulled away. Your body quivered under his touch, yearning for more, hands tugging at his silken robe to expose the chiselled chest. Eren pressed his forehead onto yours, hot breath tickling your cheeks.

"I'm going to ruin you, Y/N." He dug his teeth into your shoulder, the imprint burning into your skin, all the pent-up frustration slowly being released with each movement. He dragged one hand over your breasts before settling on one nipple, fingers pinching it to earn a reaction out of you. A whimper escaped from your lips as you pushed your chest upwards, wanting him closer than the laws of physics would allow. Your slender hands tangled in his locks as Eren left a trail of purple marks and bites all over your neck and shoulder.

"Fill me up, please..."

"Patience." He mused. "I've waited so many years for this, you can wait a few more minutes." Head buried between your tits, his hand travelled lower until it found your wet cunt. Fingers grazed over your folds before he drove his index into your soaked pussy and that's when you knew just how much you craved him. Your silken walls clenched around his curled-up finger and your neediness made him add another one, moans drilling through his eardrums, into his brain. "Fuck, you're so wet..." Eren hummed, vibrations tickling your skin. You couldn't form a coherent sentence even if your life counted on it. All you could think about was that if his fingers stretched you, his cock would tear your cunt apart — and you reallywanted to feel that. Fingernails dug into his back and he hissed, his tongue flicking your nipple and all the build-up was too much for you.

"Eren, please..." You mewled, your chest rising and falling with each breath, with each touch, each lick.

"You want me to fuck you? Want me to tear you apart?" The demon growled. His sudden change in tone only further added fuel to the fire inside your core and you eagerly nodded.

"Yes, God — yes! But Eren, I want to see you, not this pretty face you put on." You pleaded, eyes teary and demanding.

"No." He simply answered and that instantly made you jolt up, forcefully pushing him off of you.

"Are you trying to screw with my mind again? You've literally been with me for 24 years!" You shouted, and even Eren was slightly confused. "You tormented me for two decades, put me in an asylum, constantly stopped me from killing myself and now I can't even see the real you?" You threw your hands at him and he caught your wrists with ease. "You owe me at least that, Satan." Tears freely rolled down your face and you could feel his hot tongue lick the salty drops from your cheek. Your pain was his pleasure, he was a demon after all, the embodiment of all evil, but he decided you were corruptedenough to at least see his true colours, which you only managed to glance at.

"You're right, Y/N," Eren kissed your forehead and you couldn't even notice the manipulative hints in his voice, "you deserve at least this." He pulled back, and slowly his face distorted, allowing you to look at his disfigured mouth, elongated ears and abnormally long tongue.

"Thank you, thank you!" You beamed with bright eyes.

The woman who battled her demon? Gone.

In her place stood only a shell of a person, whose sole purpose was to get fucked by the demon in front of her. You feverishly parted his lips with your tongue, touch-starved and desperate, and Eren threw you onto the bed, robe pooled on the floor. And you were right, his cock wouldtear you apart by the looks of it. Before he could do anything, you spread your legs for him, like a good little slut, mouth agape and nothing but lust in your eyes. The sneer on his face was unlike anything you've seen before, and it both terrified and aroused you.

"Eager to please, aren't you?" He climbed onto the bed, the velvety tip of his cock barely touching your wet slit.

"I'm begging you, Eren, please fuck me!"

The demon scoffed at your pathetic words, but he couldn't deny how much he loved to hear your needy voice. You wouldn't have to know that, of course. He ever so slowly pushed the tip in between your folds, your cunt greedily taking it all in while you whimpered at the foreign sensation.

"Shhh," Eren cooed at you mockingly, "you love it, don't you?"

"Y-yes, please, d-deeper..."

Was it really you speaking or was this another one of his demonic tricks? And more importantly, did it even matter that he made you say those things when his cock felt just so good inside of you? Your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer to you as Eren thrusts became harder. Your tits bounced with every move, pleasure engulfing both of you and you never knew demons fucked so raw.

"Fuck, you're so tight." He hissed into your ear, the compliment only making you clench your walls around his impossibly hard cock. "Such a good girl." Eren praised you, knowing perfectly well how much you lacked appreciation from your parents, knowing perfectly well how your childhood traumas and frustration only aided him. He was your demon, after all. When your only response was to roll your eyes at the back of your head like a possessed woman, Eren picked up the pace, his abnormal tongue licking at your collarbone.

"D-do you l-like it?" You asked, concerned that he might not be satisfied with you. He wouldn't be fucking you so hard if he didn't, but you were so brainwashed that nothing made sense anymore.

"I do, doll, now be a good whore and rub that clit, will you?" The demon urged and with a shaky hand you complied, the friction mixed with his thrusts sending you into a frenzy. You were close and he knew it.

"Oh, f-fuck! Eren!"

His cock hit that sweet spot and you were done for, your legs loosened around his waist, falling onto the bed, but he kept on fucking you.

"My turn." Eren growled, his hands lifting your hips like you were some sort of ragdoll between his fingers. Your vision blurred, every word you tried to utter lost in your throat the more he buried himself into you, yet somehow you still managed to clench your walls. With one final thrust you felt him spill his hot seed, cum dripping out of your sore cunt as he pulled out.

Eren plopped next to you and you curled up in a ball, head on his chest. You were craving his attention, his care, but he responded by bringing his hands behind his head, eyes staring blankly at the ceiling. He wanted to hold you tightly, he wanted to pet your head, but he couldn’t. And you were alright with that, because you knew that, no matter what, you would always have your own personal demon at your side.

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theparanormalperiodical · 5 years

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The Paranormal Guide to Glamis Castle

2016 was a hard year. It was a year of unexpected a change, a global sweep of political turmoil, and, like, everyone died.

This year handed a pretty similar fate to Simon Bowes-Lyon: in July he became the 19th Earl of Strathmore and Kinghorne. And although the Earl was used to playing his part in his twisted and deeply-rooted family tree (or is that an overgrown garden of Scottish secrets?), he would take on an even greater inheritance than being a cousin of the Queen: Glamis Castle.

Nestled in the village, Glamis, in Angus, this castle has witnessed 1000 years of history.

And you won’t be reading up on this history in a GCSE textbook. Twists and turns, deaths and wars, births and broken people; it’s no wonder that this is considered one of the most haunted locations in Britain.

Yet beyond the ghosts and ghouls making their way down its passages in the dead of the night, is its cultural value to Scotland. Even now it features on the Royal Bank of Scotland’s £10 notes, and it is categorised as an A-List building.

And no, this doesn’t mean it houses Gwyneth Paltrow for an annual yoga retreat - rather its famous gardens are protected and celebrated for their sheer beauty.

However, it should be made clear that Glamis Castle’s fame is actually down to its messy history and family relations which can’t be pruned: it was the residence of Macbeth (well, according to Shakespeare anyway), the childhood home of the Queen Mother, and the birthplace of Princess Margaret.

And - like most haunted locations - the messy history and family relations was what left behind those that still linger.

Indeed, the fact that its open to the public probably helped carve the path the ghosts take as they trail the castle’s grounds. But the twisted and thorny family tree certainly gave birth to the tales of terror that still haunt this landmark.

And it is Macbeth himself who leaves us one final warning before we embark on our exploration of its haunted halls:

“By the pricking of my thumbs, Something wicked this way comes.”

A Brief History Of Glamis Castle

Glamis Castle has been the ancestral seat of the Earls of Strathmore and Kinghorne since 1372; yep, she’s old.

This is an unbroken line of relations who inherit the castle, and as a result of this, it has witnessed significant chunks of Scottish history. And going simply by the Scottish-English relations mangling British history alone, if the walls could talk, they would probably be screaming.

And thus, we enter one of its first moments of recorded history - the 11th century - with a death, and no less, the death of a king.

Yet even before this, and even further back than the 11th century, there are traces of delicate and deep historical value: a Pictish stone – the Picts were a confederate of Scottish people from the Iron Age to the early medieval era – was found in a creek just by a neighbouring village of Eassie, henceforth bestowing its name ‘Eassie Stone’.

But is it’s the Lord of the castle that weave its wonderous history: the title Lord Glamis was created in the 15th century, and this would echo the chaos of the castle, and I suppose politics in general. For example, the wife of the 6th lord of Glamis was accused of treason, followed shortly with a charge for poisoning her husband. She was accused of witchcraft, and met her fate on the pyre.

Following this, James V seized Glamis, and even lived there for a few years, affirming its political position within history. He was one of the many royals to set up shop here, and contribute to its brutal and bludgeoned past.

It’s pretty obvious that death features prominently in, well, all history, but Glamis Castle in particular has witnessed its fair share of wars; during the commonwealth of England, Scotland and Ireland, soldiers were garrisoned here, and it served a military purpose again a few odd centuries later as a military hospital during the First World War, but it was the former era of Scottish history which left its final mark upon the castle. In 1689 the final major restorations took place, and any changes beyond this only included the creation of a Grand Baroque garden.

Thus, the castle itself was undisturbed by the forces of modernity, and the same can be said for its long-term residents.

The Monsters Of Glamis

History might sound complicated, but hauntings tend not to be.

Often, we tend to come across the same tropes of terror: maybe a queen who wanders the grounds looking for her lost crown; a soldier from some long-forgotten war; or perhaps a witch who was burned at the stake for her crimes (but chances are the castle’s owners fabricated the details to sell more tickets in October).

But did you expect monsters?

Indeed, did you expect something actually called the Monster of Glamis?

In the late 19th century, a child was born – Thomas Lyon-Bowes. And Thomas was the rightful heir to the castle. But it is believed that this child was deformed, so deformed in fact that he was described as half-frog, half-man.

This legend would go on to gain ground in the 1960s due to various biographies detailing the later history of the Castle, and all the things that might remain trapped within it. And it is the ‘trapped’ part of the history that follows so many of winding pathways evoked by our imaginations.

The child had no gravestone which clearly supports the claims that he was kept alive, and kept alive somewhere, yet according to funeral customs of the era, this was normal for an infants’ death.

But it was Michael Thornton’s visit to the castle that stirred the secrets of the castle yet again.

As the official biographer of the Queen Mother, Thornton was told by the 16th earl that the entrance of the chamber where Thomas allegedly lived was bricked up following his death. And this was even backed up by Virginia Gabriel who resided at the castle during Thomas’ rumoured existence.

This rumour can even be traced back to 1908, from which the first reference is made:

"in the Castle of Glamis is a secret chamber. In this chamber is confined a monster, who is the rightful heir to the title and property, but who is so unpresentable that it is necessary to keep him out of sight and out of possession"

The family strongly oppose such claims, yet the legends relating to a supposed ‘secret chamber’ branch out much further than a frog-man hybrid decaying within the walls of Glamis Castle.

It was alternatively claimed that in every generation of the family a vampire was born, and locked away in this secret room.

Or, it could be the story of the death of the Ogilvies which evoked such interest: this family sought protection from their enemies, and were walled up in the ‘Room Of Skulls’ to die of starvation.

However, it turns out that this tale is actually true.

The secret rooms don’t stop here, however; Earl Beardie is the next supernatural phenomenon to lay claim to his residence, even if he is a few odd centuries behind on rent.

The 15th century legend states that either the 2nd Lord Glamis or 4th Earl of Crawford had been playing cards. However, it was the Sabbath, and his hosts and the servants refused to play or advised him to stop such sinful activities.

In a rage he exclaimed that he would play cards until doomsday arrived, or perhaps with the devil himself. The story goes that a strange man arrived soon after this exclamation.

The stranger joined his game of cards, and then proceeded to take his soul for he was indeed the devil (reminds me of any odd Friday night at Spoons).

His calls for the devil to join his game were thus met, and he was condemned by him to play cards until Doomsday.

A servant even peered in during this contest out of curiosity, and was blinded by a shaft of light shining through the keyhole.

According to the claims of the castle, his shouts and shrieks still echo down its halls today as they did on that fateful night, and he is rumoured to be still contained within a secret room, gambling his final pennies away with the devil himself.

The Ghosts Of Glamis Castle

As a result of the castle’s brutal history, and the legends supposedly trapped within its thick walls, the many reported sightings of ghosts do not go unfounded.

The most common sighting echoes the history that remains chained to the castle: late one evening, an Earl was taking a stroll around the grounds after dinner, and glanced up at his inherited home.

Yet, to his surprise, his saw something rather out of the ordinary.

A woman was gripping the bars of one of the windows and staring up with wild eyes into the Scottish night.

He made his way towards the window, and attempted to speak to her, but she was torn away from the window by some unseen force. She would be seen again.

In fact, she has garnered the title ‘The Woman With No Tongue’.

She is also often seen wandering the grounds, and pointing up at her scarred face.

Her fate is unknown, yet here she stays.

Our next ghost is rather unimaginative. She takes the name of most female ghosts – the Grey Lady – and even though the exact nature of her haunting isn’t discussed much, she is believed to be the ghost of Lady Glamis.

As discussed before, she was burned at the stake in 1537 for being convicted of witchcraft and conspiring against the king.

The final ghost of Glamis Castle remains close to its regal heritage, so close that is, that it sits by the door of the Queen’s room.

Commonly seen as merely a full-bodied apparition, this servant boy stays close to her quarters, and has never been reported beyond the stone seat he is often found to be sitting on.

Between the royalty, and amongst the residents tortured and tangled within her brutal history, Glamis Castle remains a cultural icon among the Scottish. And why wouldn’t it be?

Boasting magnificent gardens, precisely-preserved pieces of history to lead you down the spider’s web of its ancestry, and a few junctures and jolts to indulge in the possibility of the devil and his many delights, it is truly a relic of real history.

Yet, upon closer inspection, the castle’s official website has purged itself of such rumours.

There is scarce mention of vampire children scurrying through the walls, or of ceaseless Texas Hold’em sending cries down its corridors, or even of terrorised women looking out the windows, and seeking their freedom from the castle which keeps them prisoner.

But what really lies beyond the beauty of Glamis Castle?

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dreamlover31 · 7 years

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I was tagged by @xemopeachx and I tag @shadowassassin32 @loveforpeace, @suspectsim, @dreila03, @mrsrafaelbarba, @vintagemichelle91 and @rauliskafan and anyone else who wants to do it!!

1) When did you discover your love for Raúl Esparza? Love is a strong word, I’d say that I have a deep admiration for him lol, but it was definitely when he came on to SVU

in season 14, I mean first episode i was like who the hell is this guy lol but as time went on i grew to respect him

2) What was the first thing you saw Raúl in? Like most people it was SVU but the funny thing is is that I saw him in the first law and order, criminal intent and my soul to take and didn’t even know it was him until years later lmao

3) Which is your favourite Raúl character face?

Huh…never really thought about it but if I had to, I’d probably say it was during that scene in forlinis where Liv confronts Barba about why he recused himself from the case and he tells her about Ashtonja and her mother…I mean the pain and anguish in his eyes was indescribable

4) Would you die for Raúl Esparza or not

Ehh…if someone was coming up behind him with a gun or any kind of weapon then I would, be it him or anyone else cause it’s human nature

5) What are your current top 3 favourite Raúl songs?

La Gloria Es Tu, his rendition of You’re Just To Good To Be True from Jersey Boys and Green Green Dress

6) How many seconds can you go without thinking about Raúl Esparza 

Huh…I’m sorry did you say something lmao ;)

7) Do you prefer beardy Raúl or clean-shaven Raúl (does this exist??) or stubbly Raúl?

Clean shaven and stubbly

8) Rafael Barba insults you in your workplace, what do you do

The inner Puerto Rican in me would tell him off lol, but truthfully I’d be too stunned to say anything lol

9) What is one of your favourite Raúl outfits pray tell?

I like him in casual wear, granted that the top buttons of his shirt is open, exposing a little bit of chest hair and a gold chain lmao

10) What is one of your favourite Raúl character outfits?

Definitely am a fan of Barba’s three piece suits with or without suspenders, every girl is crazy about a sharp dressed man ;)

11) What is your favourite Raúl character?

Ooh tough one…uh if I had to choose Barba, deep beneath his tough exterior lies the heart of a kind hearted man as it was shown in that know it all episode

12) If you had to choose between never hearing Raúl’s voice again and never seeing his beautiful face (OR BODY OR ANY BODY PARTS)

again which would you choose Ugh another tough one, well I pretty much have his features burned into my memory (thanks tumblr lol) so I’d have to say I would miss hearing his voice

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Bearded Dragon Cage Décor: 5 Awesome Things You Need

Can you imagine your house or your flat without any furniture? It would look pretty sad, right? I mean, everybody wants to feel good in their own four walls. Some might have an indoor hammock in their house, others have oriental carpets. It doesn´t matter what you like, the point is, there are things inside your home you need to feel home.

So why should that be different with bearded dragons? They come from the woodlands of Australia. They love hides, digging in dirt, climbing on logs and branches. You should give that to them!

The good news is that there is more bearded dragon cage décor to buy that I can count. Wanna have a look? Here are 5 bearded dragon tank decorations that you should get right now.

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Zoo Med Cork Tile

Cork Terrarium

Plants For Your Beardie Cage

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Exo Terra

Branches And Driftwood

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A Natural Substrate

Why You Need A Natural Substrate

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Logs And Hides

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Exo Terra

What Else?

Get An Awesome Looking Background For Your Tank

Let´s start with something simple and obvious: a background for your tank. Back in the day all we had were some fancy looking foils to put on the outside of the back of the cage. Those days are long gone fortunately.

Today you can get realistic looking backgrounds that even give your bearded dragon the opportunity to climb on it. And that´s what it is all about. Giving your bearded dragon more possibilities to move around in the cage, to get more exercise, to snap a cricket even if it is unreachable, to have more usable space in the tank.

Prices vary. There are backgrounds that are pretty expensive, but there are cheap ones as well. Have a look at these two backgrounds here.

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Wanna see more backgrounds for your bearded dragon? Now problem! I wrote an entire article on awesome looking backgrounds. See the backgrounds here!

Plants For Your Beardie Cage

Come on, don´t tell me you don´t want new plants for your bearded dragon cage. I get tons of emails of people asking me what kind of plants they could put into their bearded dragon cages.

When it comes to real plants it can be a little bit tricky to find the right ones. However do you really thought I would let you down? Of course I wrote an article on that. Wanna put real plants into your cage? Here are 14 plants you can use for your beardie cage!

What about plastic plants? I actually really like to use them. They are easy to care for, I just clean them once in a while and that´s it. They look pretty good and I can put them wherever I want to create an amazing looking environment for my bearded dragon.

Here are some plastic plants that contribute to a wonderful looking habitat.

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Repta Vines

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Branches And Driftwood

It might seem a little bit boring since almost everybody has at least one branch in their beardie tank. However there are actually some really beautiful looking branches that you can get online or in pet shops. Some are a little bit expensive in pet shops but online you can get them actually quite cheap.

The great thing about those branches is that you can create an opportunity to climb for your beardie, but you can also position them to be a hide. I use those branches combined with plastic plants and real plants to create a very naturally looking habitat.

Here are some branches you must see.

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Mopani Wood

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A Natural Substrate

Okay, okay I know, please don´t kill me. I know that you are afraid that your bearded dragon might eat sand or soil or any other substrate. This can definitely happen. However licking on sand or getting some of it in the mouth while snapping a cricket won´t get your bearded dragon impacted.

In fact bearded dragons only eat sand if their minerals aren´t balanced. So if your bearded dragon doesn´t get enough calcium it will eat the sand. If you make sure that your bearded dragon can get calcium whenever it wants, you are on the safe side. Of course I wrote an article on that. Here is how to make sure that your beardie gets enough calcium.

Why You Need A Natural Substrate

Say it with me: "I want to get rid of the ugly looking newspaper/ kitchen roll in my tank" Of course you do! My God it looks ugly as hell, right? Same with repti carpet in my opinion.

Did you know that not using a natural substrate even hurts your dragon? Beardies are natural diggers. They love it! It is a great exercise for them. Many people think that only females dig when they want to lay eggs. The males love to dig ways and caves as well. Wanna see a beardie digging? Here is a video! (Combined with the music of a classic video game called Dig Dug. Awesome, but you might wanna turn the music off if you don´t wanna go insane, lol.)

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The majority of bearded dragons in captivation are way too fat and get way too less exercise. So you have to make sure that your bearded dragon gets a good workout - I. am. not. kidding! I know it sounds like I am the fitness trainer of beardies, but it is true!

Just laying under the basking spot all day long will hurt your dragon. Further the digging is great for their claws.

So here are some awesome substrates you can use. One of the is the Burrowing Clay that I love to use. I even wrote a substrate article on it. You can even form caves and hills with it. You should really check it out.

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Logs And Hides

Big half logs are great for two things. First your beardie can climb on it and maybe basking or just getting a better view. Second they can crawl inside and use it as a hide. combined with one of the natural substrate which I recommended above, they can even use it as the beginning of a cave.

Here is a video that shows exactly what I mean.

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Besides all that they look incredibly good as well in a beardie tank. If you want to get such a log have a look at the options above. These are some of the best logs you can get.

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What Else?

Of course there are more bearded dragon tank accessories. However would you be impressed if I told you that you need a bearded dragon hammock? Probably not. Probably a thousand people before me told you that hammocks for beardies are cool. Most probably you already have one. If not, I wrote an article on beardie hammocks. Get your beardie one of them.

The bearded dragon cage décor that I showed you above is more than enough to create a great naturally looking environment and also add a lot more fun and exercise for your bearded dragon at the same time.

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daddyslittlejuliet · 7 years

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Dog breeds that change dramatically as they grow!

How different did your dog look as a pup than he looks full grown? Some breed pups resemble a miniature rendition of their older selves. Other breeds change dramatically, not only in size, but in colors or coat textures. Five breeds are ready to share examples of their changing appearances. Who knows, but perhaps humans aren’t the only ones with an awkward adolescence?

Kerry Blue Terrier

Kerry Blue Terrier pup and adult, courtesy Nancy Westbrook

We were bred in Ireland to hunt small game and birds. Not a slacker by any means, we also herded livestock, retrieved waterfowl, and watched over property. We’re called Kerry Blues of course, but we’re actually born black. We start to change color somewhere between 6 and 18 months old. Our final color is anywhere from a light silver blue to dark slate blue. Our puppy coat had a different texture than our adult coat too. The puppy coat was more open and softer in texture. As an adult, our coat is dense, silky, soft and wavy (but not curly). Regardless of shade, we’re true blue loyal companions to our family.

Dalmatian

Dalmatian pups and adult, courtesy Toni Linstedt, DCA

We’re famous for our athleticism and our history of accompanying horse-drawn coaches and fire equipment. We’re also well-known for our sleek and glossy spotted coats. Did you know that unless we’re patched, we’re born white, with no spots to be seen? Actually our skin is pigmented (spotted) at birth, but you’ll probably only see this if we’re wet. Our spots gradually emerge, usually over a two week period. By the time we’re 2 to 3 weeks old, you’ll see the spots in our fur. Sometimes on those of us heavily spotted, the spots “explode,” or grow together. As we continue to grow, our spots become darker and better defined. And lastly, some of us develop more small spots, called ticking, when we’re old. Indeed we’re all about spots, from puppy-hood to our senior years!

Bearded Collie

Bearded Collie courtesy Debbie Chandler

We Beardies, developed in Scotland, are hardworking herders that also drove livestock to market. Some call us the unicorns of the dog world, because of our changing colors. As pups, we are born black, blue, brown or fawn. Our notable coat color change period occurs between puppy hood to adolescence. Our families wait with bated breath to see our final colors. I was a dark black and white pup, and now in adulthood I’m a rather light black and gray. Our adult coat is always appropriately shaggy. I concede Beardie is a nifty name, but one of our old names, the Hairy Mou’ed Collie, was equally appropriate

Pomeranian

Pomeranian pup (left) in the “uglies” and adult, courtesy Jacky Mento

We’re an exceptionally exuberant pint-sized dog, bred down from the larger Spitz breeds in the Pomerania region. We’re only about 5 pounds, but we’re bold, nimble and confident. Our coats look like they’re high maintenance, but we simply need regular brushing (and extra brushing a few times a year when we blow coat). We didn’t vote on this, but you humans call the growth period between our puppy and adult coats the “puppy uglies.” Seems a bit harsh, but you seem to say it lovingly. Typically around 4 to 6 months of age, we lose our puppy coat and the adult coat develops in stages. Often our adult hair comes in first on our face, giving us monkey-like appearance of sorts. Our “uglies” are a normal phenomenon. Notice how my adult coat came in with a richer, fuller and even more beautiful texture? It’s worth the wait!

Bedlington Terrier

Bedlington Terrier pup and almost full grown dog, courtesy Diane Stille

We’re natural hunting Terriers, developed in England to keep vermin and rodents at bay. With our speed and determination, we could both go to ground for quarry, as well as pursue prey on the fly. Now many people comment about our similarity to lambs. To this I reply: Meh! Name me one lamb that races down prey! Now about our puppy appearance: We’re born with a soft coat, quite distinct from our adult coat. As puppies, our two main colors are blue and liver. As we mature, our coat develops a mixture of hard and soft hair that stands out from the skin. Adult coat colors can include blue, sandy, liver and some combinations. My adult coat has a linty cotton wool texture. But no, the word “Wool” isn’t an invitation to further lamb comments!

Top photo: Bearded Collie adult courtesy Debbie Chandler

Title photo: Dalmatian courtesy Toni Linstedt. DCA

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buynewsoul · 7 years

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Dog breeds that change dramatically as they grow!

Kerry Blue Terrier

Kerry Blue Terrier pup and adult, courtesy Nancy Westbrook

Dalmatian

Dalmatian pups and adult, courtesy Toni Linstedt, DCA

Bearded Collie

Bearded Collie courtesy Debbie Chandler

Pomeranian

Pomeranian pup (left) in the “uglies” and adult, courtesy Jacky Mento

Bedlington Terrier

Bedlington Terrier pup and almost full grown dog, courtesy Diane Stille

Top photo: Bearded Collie adult courtesy Debbie Chandler

Title photo: Dalmatian courtesy Toni Linstedt. DCA

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stiles-wtf · 7 years

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Dog breeds that change dramatically as they grow!

Kerry Blue Terrier

Kerry Blue Terrier pup and adult, courtesy Nancy Westbrook

Dalmatian

Dalmatian pups and adult, courtesy Toni Linstedt, DCA

Bearded Collie

Bearded Collie courtesy Debbie Chandler

Pomeranian

Pomeranian pup (left) in the “uglies” and adult, courtesy Jacky Mento

Bedlington Terrier

Bedlington Terrier pup and almost full grown dog, courtesy Diane Stille

Top photo: Bearded Collie adult courtesy Debbie Chandler

Title photo: Dalmatian courtesy Toni Linstedt. DCA

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jeffreyrwelch · 7 years

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Dog breeds that change dramatically as they grow!

Kerry Blue Terrier

Kerry Blue Terrier pup and adult, courtesy Nancy Westbrook

Dalmatian

Dalmatian pups and adult, courtesy Toni Linstedt, DCA

Bearded Collie

Bearded Collie courtesy Debbie Chandler

Pomeranian

Pomeranian pup (left) in the “uglies” and adult, courtesy Jacky Mento

Bedlington Terrier

Bedlington Terrier pup and almost full grown dog, courtesy Diane Stille

Top photo: Bearded Collie adult courtesy Debbie Chandler

Title photo: Dalmatian courtesy Toni Linstedt. DCA

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grublypetcare · 7 years

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Dog breeds that change dramatically as they grow!

Kerry Blue Terrier

Kerry Blue Terrier pup and adult, courtesy Nancy Westbrook

Dalmatian

Dalmatian pups and adult, courtesy Toni Linstedt, DCA

Bearded Collie

Bearded Collie courtesy Debbie Chandler

Pomeranian

Pomeranian pup (left) in the “uglies” and adult, courtesy Jacky Mento

Bedlington Terrier

Bedlington Terrier pup and almost full grown dog, courtesy Diane Stille

Top photo: Bearded Collie adult courtesy Debbie Chandler

Title photo: Dalmatian courtesy Toni Linstedt. DCA

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