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#all I really want to write is eerie and haunting things most of the time
autumnscribbles · 8 months
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lost | c.b
summary: you convince colby to finally let you join an adventure, but what was supposed to be a fun night takes a wrong turn.
word count: 1.9k
warnings: none really? 
a/n: my first colby imagine!!! i absolutely loved writing this and getting back into the fandom so i hope y’all like it! feel free to send more requests :) it ended up being pretty long and probably not my best work but it was so fun anyway!! hope you enjoy lemme know! 
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“Pleeeeease can I come babe?” you begged, pouting as you stood in front of Colby as he was packing his camping equipment.
“Y/n I really don’t want anything to happen to you,” he sighed. “It could be dangerous.”
“I’ll be fine!” you reassured him. “I’ve gone camping lots of times, plus I’ll be with the pros.”
“Yeah man, let her come!” Sam piped up from behind you. You turned around and grinned at him, knowing that he would be on your side.
“Fine,” Colby sighed, planting a kiss on the tip of your nose. “Only because I can’t say no to that face.”
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You felt a mix of nervousness and excitement as Colby pulled over the car, ready to go set up your camp site. It was also your first time in a Sam and Colby video, and you were excited to have this new experience documented so well.
You guys all began pulling the camping equipment out of the trunk. Thankfully, it was still light outside so you weren’t feeling too spooked yet. You had never had a paranormal encounter yourself but after being with Colby for so long, you couldn’t quite say you didn’t believe in it. You felt yourself feeling jumpy at every small sound, and the boys found it quite amusing.
“Guys, as you can see, Y/n is not used to being in haunted forests,” Sam laughed, pointing the camera at you. “How are you feeling?”
“I’m fine,” you laughed. “Once I get into the swing of things I’m gonna be tougher than all of you.”
The boys laughed as you began to walk down the narrow path to try and find a good place to set up camp. The boys pointed out a nice area and you all began setting up the tents. You had to admit, you weren’t the best at it, so the boys did most of the work. Once they had set the tents up, you crawled into yours and placed down the sleeping bags, pillows, and backpacks you brought.
“Are you sure you don’t want to all sleep in the same tent, Sam?” you asked.
“Depends how scared I get,” he chuckled. “But if you hear me crawling into your tent in the middle of the night, you’ll know why.”
Once you had set up camp, you guys decided to explore the forest a little. It was starting to get dark, and you felt the eeriness hovering around you. You jumped slightly as you heard a low, growling noise.
“Did you hear that?” you asked, eyes widening.
“Yeah,” Colby chuckled nervously. “Was that an animal or a person?”
“I don’t know what’s worse,” you laughed. “Let’s keep going, didn’t you guys say there’s a cabin in these woods somewhere?”
“Yeah, I’m not sure where it is relative to where we’re standing now though,” Sam replied, looking around as if that would give him a clue.
You walked around the forest for a while, but decided you’d save searching for the cabin another day since you currently didn’t know where it was and it was getting dark. Eventually, you made your way back to the tents and decided to take it easy the rest of the night.
You lay in the tent, Colby’s arm wrapped around you, your hood pulled up over your head to keep warm.
“Are you okay?” he asked. “Not too scared?”
“I’m fine,” you smiled. “It hasn’t been too scary yet minus a few weird noises we’ve heard while walking around.”
“We’ll keep you safe,” he smiled, pressing his lips to yours gently. “Try to get some sleep, we have a big day tomorrow.”
You nodded as you curled into him, trying to warm up. The nights felt very cold in the tent, but luckily for you Colby was a great heater when you were cold. You tried not to focus too hard on every little sound around you, and eventually dozed off.
You woke up to the sound of your phone ringing. You jumped slightly, rummaging for it beside you. By the time you found it, the ringing stopped. It was probably nothing. As you tried to go back to sleep, you felt like you needed to pee. You sighed, pulling your shoes on to leave the tent. You felt nervous, and debated waking Colby up, but decided against it. You weren’t going to go far, and it would only take a minute.
You unzipped the tent quietly, walking off just past the tents to go to the bathroom, when you heard a sound beside you. You looked over, not seeing anything in the pitch black. You heard a whisper, and approaching sounds of leaves and branches cracking. You tried to call for Colby, but your voice was only a whisper. When you felt something graze your arm, you took off running. You didn’t have time to scream, or call for Colby or Sam, your instincts told you to just run as fast as you possibly can.
You were out of breath and finally slowed down, but now you had absolutely no idea where you were. Your adrenaline was so high, that you didn’t even take a mental note of how to get back to the camp site. You pulled out your phone, turning the flashlight on to hopefully find the main path again. You felt terrified. You jumped at every small noise, scared that whatever touched you would come back. You started to wonder if there was anything at all, or if your fear made things up. You felt a tear slide down your cheek, feeling stupid. Why didn’t you just wake up Colby? Why didn’t you scream instead of taking off? What if you never got back?
You tried screaming their names, but you had no idea how far you were. If they could even hear you, especially if they were asleep. Your phone didn’t have service now, despite the strange phone call from earlier. You wanted to be strong, so you started walking, hoping to god you weren’t going even further from the boys.
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Colby jolted awake, unsure what it was that stirred him from his surprisingly peaceful sleep. When he reached over to cuddle you, he was met with nothing but your empty sleeping bag.
“Y/n?” he whispered.
He put on his shoes and got out of the sleeping bag, hoping he’d find you nearby. When he didn’t see you, his heart began racing, his breathing quickening.
“Sam?” he called, running over to his tent and beginning to unzip it.
“What’s going on?” Sam mumbled, still half asleep.
“Y/n’s gone,” Colby said, the back of his throat stinging with the sobs threatening to escape him.
“What do you mean she’s gone?” Same asked, suddenly completely awake and alert, grabbing his flashlight and turning it on.
“I-I don’t know. I woke up and she wasn’t beside me and she’s gone,” Colby rambled. “We need to find her.”
“It’s okay, it’s okay,” Sam whispered. “We’ll find her. Let’s get some of your stuff and we’ll try to follow the path.”
They began screaming your name as loud as they could, hoping you could hear them and weren’t too far. They didn’t care about anything haunted anymore, all they cared about was finding you.
“Dude what if we don’t find her?” Colby asked, beginning to panic. “I can’t let anything happen to her.”
“We’re going to find her,” Sam said confidently. “We just need to keep looking, she couldn’t have gone too far I don’t think.”
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Your pace began slowing, the exhaustion taking over you. You hadn’t made any progress from the looks of it. You were starting to give up. You were dehydrated, cold, and pure exhausted.
You fell to your knees, putting your head in your hands as you sobbed.
“Colby!!!” you screamed at the top of your lungs. “Please!”
Your wails turned silent, utter defeat consuming your body. There was no way you could find your way back in the dark like this. Your extreme and utter panic had faded. Your adrenaline had depleted, and you felt your eyes fluttering shut as you rested your head on the cold, damp, floor.
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“Colby!!!” a faint scream said in the distance.
“That was her!” Colby screamed. “Y/n!!!! I’m coming!!!”
The boys began running towards where they heard the sound. It was faint, but they heard it. They must have been somewhat going in the right direction.
They continued calling your name, Colby wiping tears from his face as he continued to move forward. He couldn’t give up. He wouldn’t. Not until he knew you were safe.
After what felt like hours of walking, Sam came to a halt. 
“Colby...” he whispered, his flashlight aimed towards a form on the ground. It looked like a human...it looked like you.
“Y/n!” Colby screamed, sprinting over to you and shaking you. The worst case scenario briefly flitted through his mind as he waited for you to open your eyes.
Your eyes fluttered open, meeting Colby’s in the glow of the flashlight. It instantly woke you up again.
“COLBY!” you screamed, jumping up and wrapping your arms around him, instantly breaking into sobs.
“Oh my god, you’re okay,” he cried as he held you as tight as he ever had. 
“You found me,” you whispered. “I thought I was going to die out here.”
“Of course I found you,” he said, stroking the back of your head. “What happened? How did you get so far?”
“I-I got up to pee and I heard something. Then I felt something touch me and I just started running. I didn’t even think,” you explained, tears streaming down your face. “I was so scared, Colby.”
“You’re okay, baby,” he whispered as he rubbed your back. Sam sat next to you, wrapping his arms around you, too.
You felt so grateful for both of them. They didn’t give up on you when you gave up on yourself. You felt overwhelmed by love not only for Colby, but for Sam too.
“I think we should go home,” Colby said. “We can come back another time.”
“No!” you exclaimed. “This was supposed to be a fun adventure, let’s not ruin it because of this. I’m fine, really.”
“Babe, I don’t think we should-,” he started.
“Really, Colby,” you smiled, placing your hand on his cheek. “Let’s make this the most epic adventure ever.”
“Okay,” Colby agreed. “But promise you’ll wake me up if you have to leave the tent for anything, okay?”
“Promise,” you smiled, kissing him gently.
The three of you walked back to the campsite, hand in hand, finally feeling calm. You had the scare of your life, but you were happy to be back and safe with the boys. Sam decided to sleep in your tent, which made you laugh because you knew it would happen eventually.
Tomorrow was a new day, and what was a ghost hunting adventure without fearing for your life? You thought sarcastically.
You lied down between the two boys, pulling the sleeping bag up to your chin.
“I’m happy to be here with you,” you said. “Even though in that moment I wanted to be anywhere else.”
“You’re gonna give me a heart attack one of these days, girl,” Colby chuckled, pulling you closer to him.
He wasn’t going to let you out of his sight from now on, and you couldn’t be happier or feel more safe.
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writer-kermit · 6 months
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sweet like candy.
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❥ PAIRING: NANAMI KENTO × GN!READER
❥ GENRE: SMUT
❥ COMMISSIONED OR SELF-MADE: SELF-MADE
❥ WORD COUNT: 1.2k
ঞ~SUMMARY: It's the night of Halloween. And your lover Nanami Kento is certainly in for a treat.
ᰔ KERMIT'S NOTE: I LIVE! I HAVE RISEN BACK ONCE MORE! I like to apologize for my lack of posting. I've been really busy with work and I lacked motivation for the past few months. As a celebration of TickleTober, I've decided to create this fic. I will try my best to write more. And thank you to the people who stuck around! If you want commissions, DM me or visit my Ko-Fi. If you want, I'm also drawing commissions too! Thanks for the support!
P. S: I had no specific prompt I just did all of them (almost)
ʚ WARNING: NSFW, Sensual biting, Teasing, Erotic Tickling, Overstimulation, MINORS!! PLEASE GO AWAY.
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It was that time of year again—the year when children would wear their most flamboyant costumes and wander around the luminous and chilly neighborhood. The children would knock on each home, hoping to receive something good to eat. Upon their next home, they would meet a particular house that wasn’t fond of trick-or-treaters. That house was none other than the Kento’s residency.
The house looked empty and eerie. You could’ve mistaken it for an actual haunted house. Those who were cocky enough to knock on the door will meet with a surprise.
A go-away sign? Welp, better luck next time kids; Nanami Kento doesn’t celebrate Halloween.
Ah yes, Hallow’s Eve. Nanami’s least favorite holiday. Not because he’s an envious adult, but because he hates the obnoxious noises he’ll have to endure until late at night.
You, however–enjoyed the thriller nights. You’d gaze at the children running along the neighborhood in search of some candy. You missed the times you’d trick-or-treat with your friends and family. As you slowly closed your bedroom window, you turned to your lover Nanami, who was too busy watching the latest horror movie.
“Oh Kento,” you sighed, “don’t you miss trick-or-treating as a kid?” Nanami flicked his eyes at you before quickly peering back at the television. “I don’t like Halloween that much.” He stated. “And why is that?” You asked, now sitting beside him. “There is no reason. I merely enjoy the alluring night when Halloween comes to an end.”
"I knew you’d say something like that.” You chuckled. “I guess you’re right,” Nanami smiled. “But there is one thing I like about this holiday.” A cocky smirk curved on your lips. “I bet it’s the candy, right?” You gestured. Nanami looked at you casually. He then pulled you into bed, making you lie down.
“You’re correct. How did you know, dear?” He asked. “Hehehe… You’re always a sucker when it comes to sweet things.” You replied. Nanami chuckled at your comment. “I will admit that,” He hummed, “But there is this one rare candy that I’m fond of nowadays.” As Nanami says that, he gets on to of you, making you anxiously giggle. “I wonder what this new candy is called,” You replied. “It’s called the [....] special. It’s currently my favorite.” “Oh yeah?” “Yes. And I’m dying to know the flavor.”
Wasting no time, Nanami pressed his lips against yours. He kept your tongue preoccupied as his hands crept under your shirt, his fingers gently caressing your tummy. He then pulled back from the kiss leisurely, awing at the feverish look plastered on your face.
“Mmm… Just as I thought,” Nanami husked. “You are sweet like candy.” He then kissed your neck, making you gasp in surprise. You moan softly between his kisses, almost tickled by his lips against your skin. A shy giggle escaped your lips as he gently tugged your skin.
“W-wait…” You whispered. “Ken…that tickles…” Nanami’s ears rang to know you were ticklish. A small smirk curved on his lips. “Is that so?” He teased. “Would you like me to stop then?” “N-no! I don’t hate it or anything. It’s just that this feeling is unusual.” You said. Nanami gave you a reassuring kiss. “Shall we sort out this unusual feeling together?” He asked you. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t hesitate. However, you couldn’t help but nod for the thrill of it.
You watched Nanami as he pinned your arms above your head. “Keep your arms up. You can do that for me, right?” He asked you. “That depends on what you’re gonna do.” You remarked.
Nanami didn’t reply to your response. Instead, he let his calloused fingers do the talking. He slowly rubbed the palms of your hands, radiating a ticklish feeling.
His fingers slowly descend, now getting dangerously close to your underarms. You tried squirming away without pulling down your arms. But Nanami was quick to straddle you. His fingers scribbled across your poor armpits without warning, forcing you to pull your arms down.
“Ehahaha! W-wait! Wahaihaihait!” You squealed. “Wait for what?” Nanami cooed. “Don’t tell me you’re backing down so soon.” “N-not true!” You recoiled. “I just wasn’t ready! That’s all.” “You don’t have to be ready, sweetheart.” He replied. “Now, keep those arms up. Don’t even think about pulling them down.”
“Nn…” You whined, slowly putting your arms back up–only for Nanami’s fingers to attack you again. Scribbling and scratching against your poor ribs. You arched your back almost instantly. Your head turned from side to side as the tickling was unbearable.
“AHhnn! Kentohoho wait!” You pleaded, clenching your fist together. “I’m sorry baby. But I already lost my patience with you.” Nanami hummed, nuzzling against your neck. His hands slowly spider across your sides and back. “Nooahahaa! P-please, slohohow down!”
Nanami found peace through your whines and pleading. He dipped his head down to your stomach, planting tiny kisses and nibbling across your sensitive skin.
“I love this cute tummy…” Nanami muttered, his hot breath grazing your skin. “It’s soft and warm like baked bread. Wouldn’t you agree [....]?” Your words became inaudible. A mixture of laughter and moans escaped from your lips.
Nanami chuckled at your state, enjoying the lovely noises you made for him. He continued teasing your tummy. His hands clawed on your hips to keep you in place. Suddenly, his tongue slipped inside your navel, tickling you in a frenzy of hysterical laughter.
“HEEHAH!” You shrieked, right before covering your mouth with your hands. “And this adorable belly button,” Nanami teased, “It’s sensitive hm?” You only giggled and shook your head. “You liar….” He cooed, gently blowing at your navel. As he went further down, he stared at your twitching sex.
“[....],” Nanami sang to you, “don’t tell me you’re getting aroused just from me tickling you.” “Hehehe! N-no!” You panicked, pressing your legs together. “I-it’s not like that at all…” “It’s not? Then why so shy love?”
Nanami slowly spread your legs apart, revealing your aching spot. You let out a squeaky moan in surprise when Nanami’s fingers stroked you lustfully. You watched him hazily as he peeled your remaining undergarments.
“It seems like the [....] added a new flavor.” He joked. Nanami then grasped your inner thighs as he leveled his head at your sex. His breath only inches away from you. He then looked up at you again, taking detail of your shallow breaths and heated face. “Thank you for the treat….” He rasped.
Nanami then wrapped his lips against your sex. His tongue was light and gentle. Yet the sensations rushed through your body. You moaned happily as he growled and moaned against your sex. “Ahahaha… K-Kento… Kento…” You moaned, bucking your hips repeatedly. Nanami let out reassuring hums as he massaged your hips, stimulating you further.
“Your flavor…” Nanami grunted, “It’s so enticing. I want more of it… I want more of you…” He kissed your lips with hunger, and you melted into the kiss almost instantly. You then felt something poke your thigh. You then had an idea.
“Oh Kento,” You sang, “did you know that there’s a new candy in stores?” “Hm? What’s it called?” Nanami asked. “The Nanami - Delux. I assumed you heard of it.” His lips turned into a curt smile. “Suppose I have,” he replied, pulling out his leaking cock. “Are you willing to take responsibility?” You giggled and wrapped your arms around his neck. “Perhaps. I’ve been dying to know your flavor.”
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bumblebeesfromvenus · 4 months
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Aching Heart left there in The Cold ♡
Character of your choice x reader, (ex. Leon Kennedy, Jason Todd, Link, Ghost, etc)
A/N:...I don't know what came over me. This is probably the most heart-wrenching thing I've ever written. You can blame (or thank) Blackbriar for that. I recommend the songs 'You're Haunting me', 'Bloody Footprints in the Snow', or 'The Séance' by the aforementioned culprit, if you really want to get into the story! I'd love to know which character you imagined while reading this, let me know <3
~Fi ❄️
Warnings: GORE, graphic depictions of dead animals, ANGST, this hurt to write but also I love it, hurt no comfort, AU but idk what this is tbh, I'll buy you tissues <3
Word count: 2.2k
Please don't copy my work! I put a lot of effort and heart into the things I write.
@pinkalmondcake @vampkennedy you wanted snow, but I don't think this what you meant.......
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The cold nipped at your fingertips as you slowly gained back your consciousness. You were absolutely freezing. Your eyes slowly fluttered open, having a hard time adjusting to the blinding white that enveloped you.
With a groan, you slowly managed to sit upright and take in your surroundings. You were sitting in the middle of a snowy forest. The thick blanket of flakes was covering the trees, making their branches sag. There was nothing but trees and snow, no matter where you looked. No end in sight, not a clearing or perhaps a wooden cabin. There was absolutely nothing except your cold, shivering self that still rested in the middle of these endless woods with rosy cheeks.
You held onto a nearby log to heave yourself off the freezing ground. Your legs were shaky and unreliable and your thick wool clothes that were once to keep you warm were now completely soaked and doing nothing to keep the cold and humidity out.
Gentle flakes were floating down upon you, catching on your hair and blanketing you in the same manner as they once had the plants. There was almost like a fog hanging close to the ground, dipping the scenery in an eerie atmosphere. It was dead silent. Not one little noise from the various animals that you knew lived here, not a creak of the tree branches who should be giving out under the weight of the snow. Not a breeze, let alone another human.
Your heart ached at the sight. What happened? You remember these woods, but not like this. They were always prosper, full of life. The flowers would bloom and the trees would carry bright leaves on their crowns. Birds and insects would harmonize to make a beautiful symphony that had your soul blossoming in your chest. The squirrels and hares that lingered around the plush forest floor were gone, no fawns and does were in sight. It was... dull. But at the same time so incredibly peaceful.
Not a single sound except your soft breaths. You could feel your muscles relax, yet there was a tightening feeling in your chest that you couldn't seem to shake.
Something was wrong. Very wrong.
Before you could even realize it, your feet were carrying you down what you remembered was a path, leaving the imprint of your body in the snow behind. The more you walked, the more the atmosphere changed. It was still quiet and white, but it became tense. Incredibly so. Like a string that was about to snap. You could make out a faint pink glow across the snowy ground in the distance. Hope bubbled up in your chest. There had to be something there, right? Something that could explain all of this.
Your breaths became shorter as you subconsciously sped up your pace to make it to that eerie glow. Before you could get far, though, you stepped on something with an echoing crunch. You stopped in your tracks and took a step back, wanting to see what was under the imprint of your boot. Kneeling down, you began digging, exposing deep crimson tainted snow. Blood. It was now staining your hands. With panicked and labored breaths, you dug your fingers deeper, unveiling what looked like a bone. It was now in pieces from you stepping on it. You stumbled back as much as you could as you were still kneeling, your hands leaving red traces in the snow.
Without a second thought you bunched up snow in your palms and tried to wash the ruby on your hands away. With teary eyes you harshly scrubbed at your skin, hoping, praying that you would get the blood off. Thankfully, you did, and your fingertips were now red from the cold and not from blood.
As soon was your hands were clean, you gathered up your many wool skirts and ran. As fast you could, dragging your boots through the snow. You were getting closer and closer to the pink glow. Now, it felt like you shouldn't be running towards it, but you couldn't go back to the horror you had found. You didn't want to go back.
Something caught your eye. Small, dark spots in the pure snow. You slowed your pace, intrigued by the tracks. Fear shot through you when you realized they were red. It was blood. Again. Your eyes were glued to what seemed drops of blood. They got bigger and bigger as you went on, turning into puddles. There were deep traces in the snow behind them, like something or someone was dragged across the snow.
You were too focused on the stained snow, tears cascading down your rosy cheeks at the absolute horrors before you that you tripped over something, falling forward into the cold. You were able to catch yourself with your hands, letting out a grunt at the impact. You recovered quickly, turning around to see what exactly it was that you stumbled over.
The scream that ripped through you echoed through the forest. Before you laid the carcass of a deer. Bloodied and ripped open. Deep gashes adorned the animals body. You could see some blood dripping from where it's ribcage had been cracked open, sinking into the snow. It was fresh. A recent kill. By what? Or who? Your heart broke for the poor animal.
The once curious and innocent eyes now drained of all life, staring back at you empty and dull. "What happened to you..?" You whispered shakily, having the urge to reach out to it. But there was nothing you could do anymore, not much at least. You muttered a quick prayer under your breath, gently stroking down the deer's face, hoping that at least its soul would be granted some peace.
You pulled your damp shawl tighter around your shoulders, continuing onwards. Nothing could've prepared you for what you saw next. A trail of slaughtered animals. All kinds, big and small, predator or prey. It seemed like whoever did this didn't discriminate. Their bodies were torn open, insides spilling onto the snow. Ribs were poking out, spines were exposed, and tufts of fur and feathers littered the ground. You felt sick to your stomach. A massacre, pools of blood tainting the snow.
Snow, something so beautiful and pure was now stained with the spilled blood of innocent creatures. You kept your gaze to the ground in front of you, silently weeping over all of these poor animals. You swallowed the bile that rose in your throat, its burn like acid.
When you eventually did raise your head, you saw someone. A man who had buried his sword into the chest of a wolf, twisting it and cracking its bones. He pulled the sword free and it dragged in the snow as he walked, leaving crimson streaks. His back was to you, thank the gods, but he just slowly went on.
You were frozen in place, your breath stopping in your throat as your heart beat faster. You couldn't move, you couldn't breath, you could only stand there, helplessly, wondering why he would do such a thing. Despite your brain screaming and yelling at you to turn back, your feet moved in his direction, following the bloody footprints he had left.
You tried your best to keep your eyes off the slaughtered creatures, focusing on his haunting silhouette instead. He came to a halt, letting go of his weapon which landed in the snow with a thud. He fell to his knees soon after, his shoulders sagging as his head fell forward. Sobs and cries racked through his body, making his form shake. You had the instinct to hold him, keep him close to your chest.
But he was a stranger, was he not? Cautiously, you stepped closer, hoping to not alert him of your presence. The hem of your skirt was now also stained with blood, leaving faint marks as it gently brushed against the surface of the snow. There was something so familiar about him, but the more you tried to think what it was, the hazier your mind got.
His cries were tugging at your heart uncomfortably, but you didn't know why. It was only when he cried out your name in pure agony that something in your mind clicked. It was your lover. The man you loved so deeply and fully that it hurt. The one you wanted to spend your entire life with. The one that you were devoted to so wholly. Without thinking, you breathlessly called out his name, making him freeze as a sob got caught in his throat.
His head whipped around, eyes wide and red, the tear streaks on his cheeks looking like they were beginning to crystallize from the bitter cold. "My love.. is that really you?" He breathed out, fully turning towards you, still on his knees. You could see the shock, the relief, and the excruciating pain in his eyes.
"Yes... why wouldn't it be..?" You brows were furrowed in concern. Why wouldn't it be you? What, in the Gods' name, was going on? Another sob tore through his chest as he reached out for your hands and pulled you down against his chest.
One arm was tightly wound around your waist while the other was gently stroking your damp hair. His face was buried in the crook of your neck as he continued his wailing cries. You could feel his hot tears running down your neck, despite it all, they felt freezing, sending shivers up your spine. Your hands found his cheeks and you softly pried his head from your neck.
"What's the matter, my darling?" Your voice soothed all of his aches and ailments. The gentleness it held was something he'd never experienced before. Until you. The tears spilled from his beautiful eyes still, even as he forced a wobbly smile onto his lips.
"I-I.. I thought I'd lost you.." he sighed, leaning into your touch. He looked so incredibly tired. Exhausted, really.
A soft, understanding smile settled on your face, though the furrow of your brows didn't waver. "You'll never lose me. I'll always find my way back to you. No matter what." The words pumped blood back into his cold heart. He sighed in relief, you could almost feel the heavy weight on his chest falling away for yourself. His eyes fell shut as he basked in the warming feeling of your touch, the pads of your thumbs stroking over his tear stained cheeks.
"I love you. With my whole being and soul do I love you. I'd carve out my heart if you'd ask me too." The confession made its way off his tongue with such ease, it had to be nothing but the truth.
When no response came and the warmth left his cheeks, he opened his eyes. Nothing. Absolutely nothing in front of him but the forest and the gruesome scene he had left behind. His blood froze in his veins. No. He searched for any indication of your presence. Footprints, kicked up snow or maybe a lingering warmth on his face. Nothing.
"No... No, no, no, no!" His heart-wrenching yell managed to shake the trees, dusting everything in a fresh layer of white. "Not again..." he sobbed, steadying myself with hid hands as he grasped at the snow where he was sure you had been. Trying to hold onto you desperately. He wailed and wept, clutching at his heart.
Had he gone mad and it was all a delusion? Or were you really here and someone took you away again? He couldn't tell. He only felt his heart shatter into a million shards again. He would scream for you until his throat was sore and his voice would give out. He had managed to lose you, the love of his life, twice in one lifetime.
His hands balled into fists as an overwhelming rage took over him. He would make them pay. He would hunt down the abominations that had cost him his love, and he would rain hellfire down upon them until they felt even a sliver of the pain that he had.
Picking himself up with a grunt and a scowl on his face, he reached for his sword. He tightly gripped the blood-soaked weapon and turned around to go down the path from wence he came. His gaze was stone cold as he walked past the field of death and destruction he had left.
He left his aching heart there in the cold, hoping you'd come back one day to keep it safe for him. But for now, he buried it deep in the snow where you were, vowing he would never feel that kind of agony again.
What he didn't know, however, was that you were always with him. Your ghastly pale and transparent hands were always reached out towards him or placed right above his heart.It pained you just as much when your touch would phase through him, the cruel reality twisting your heart.
So you went back to wander aimlessly around these endless woods, waiting for him to join you inevitably. You picked up his discarded heart and held it close to your chest, promising to give it back to him when the time came.
For now, you'd gently remind him of your presence with little breezes fanning over his cheeks, almost like a kiss and pleasant dreams, hoping to stitch up the gaping hole left in his chest.
You'd be together again. You'd wait eons for him because he would always return to you, just as you would to him.
Not even the thin veil of death could keep your souls apart.
.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.
... *hands you a box of tissues and offers a hug* I'm sorry :(
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Hawuuu can I get 4."I love you, I swear I do, but we're not wearing matching costumes" and 5. Throwing a Halloween party with Druig
A/N: HAWUU! I hope you're doing well, I would love to write this for you! Thanks for requesting this, anon!
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Summary - Druig hates costumes...but he might make an exception for you
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Warnings - nothing but fluff :)
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“Come on,”
“No,”
“Really? You’re not going to think about it?”
“Absolutely not,”
You rolled your eyes as your boyfriend was looking at the outfit that you had for him for your upcoming Halloween party.  It was the first party you two were throwing together in your new apartment, a massive millstone in your mind merely because you loved Halloween.  It was your favorite holiday, even more than Christmas.  There was something about the fall season, the eerie spooky changes in the air, it was all amazing to you and brought out the good cheer going into the holiday season.  Ever since you were a little girl you were obsessed with Halloween, and it only magnified when you were an adult.
You even met Druig at a Halloween Party, at Kingo’s Halloween Party nonetheless.  It was the massive party of the season, how the entire home was decked up top to bottom with Halloween decor, plenty of people in costumes roaming his penthouse suite in the heart of LA.  He wanted you to come since you two were old college mates, and although you knew literally no one at the party, you decided to go since he was your friend.
It wasn’t hard to spot Druig hiding away in the mini library with his nose in a book, looking over a thick 1st edition.  You had to go in there, intrigued with the unique energy he was giving off and the handsome profile he had on his face.  So you said hello, and now you two were a year into your relationship.
If there was one thing that shocked your friends and family about Druig, apart from his aloof nature and the consistent sarcasm that was in his speech almost 99 percent of the time, was his distaste for Halloween.  Now he didn’t hate it at all, but he was no fan of it like you were.  Sersi, a friend of Druig’s who took a liking to you, found it endearing that you both were opposites when it came to the holiday.
“There’s more to him than his hate for Halloween, Sersi!”
“I know that, but you should remind Ikaris of that since he thinks its hilarious,”
Druig was on board with you throwing a Halloween Party, most of the people coming were your mutual friends and some friends from work, no big massive riot like it was at Kingo’s where you two met.  He knew you were into making haunted snacks, you and a great playlist for the occasion that you would always update constantly, and your library filled with classic Halloween movies.  
But he drew the line at costumes.
“Come on Druig,” you tried one last more time, knowing you were losing an uphill fight when it came to him.  Druig simply gave you one of his infamous stares, both a bit cryptic and yet amused as he saw the two couple costumes you were holding up to show him.
“I’m not wearin’ a scratchy costume for the sake of the party,” Druig explained something you’ve heard before about his distaste for wearing a Halloween costume.  Of course, you wanted him to say yes since it would be perfect to be dressed up together, yet at the same time you weren’t going to show how sad you were.  You and Druig always made it work together, even with the smaller spats and arguments you two never went to bed mad with one another, there were happier times than negative.  
Of course, you both had quirky moments that the other liked, you enjoying Druig’s obsession with reading nonfiction history novels, his tendency to always be snacking on something, and his thirst to sleep in or take languid naps.  In return, he loved how you would go on long walks every day at the local park rain or shine, watching the tasty reality shows that he knew were not good for you. 
He especially loved that you were obsessed with Halloween. 
Knowing that you wouldn’t go anywhere with him putting on the couple costume, you merely shrugged and tossed the costumes on the couch, “You’re gonna miss out, we would have looked amazing by the way.”
Druig rolled his eyes as you walked by him and pecked his cheek.   Of course, you were a bit sad about it, but it was merely an ant hill so to speak.  So you weren’t going to dwell on it, heading into the bedroom to change into your gym clothes to go on a jog.  You left Druig in the living room, seeing him look at the costumes that were sprawled on the couch.  He always stood his ground when it came to what he wanted and desired, including being in a relationship with you. 
But maybe that afternoon made him change his mind about a certain rule, to which he raised his eyebrow and smirked.
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“Great place, I can tell you didn’t let Druig do any of the decorations,”
“Oh har har, Kingo.  Great Ceasar costume by the way!”
King grinned as you were gesturing to his outfit, fitted with a golden leaf crown on the top of his head.  He then pointed to your outfit, “Top Gun, right?”
“Phoenix, she was my favorite,” You hummed, gesturing to the jumpsuit you were wearing along with the helmet tucked under your arm. You briefly looked around at the apartment filled with your friends having the best time at your party.  All of those worries about the party not going well was out of the window, seeing your friends dressed in their costume and bringing some of their favorite snacks and dishes to share.  Sersi and her boyfriend Ikaris, your new friend Makkari and her friends Thena and Gilgamesh, Kingo with Sprite and Phastos, along with a cluster of some of the work friends that you grew close to with your new job.  The room itself was at a glow with orange lights hanging on the wall, and Michael Jackson’s Thriller was playing in the background.
It was all perfect and going according to plan, but it was just missing one person.
Makkari tapped you on the shoulder, getting your attention as she signed, Where’s Druig?
“He had class and could be back anytime,” You explained and signed to her.
“Didn’t go for the couple costume this year?” Kingo asked as you smirked and Makkari giggled, “What a shame since Ikaris and Sersi are now shoe-ins for the best Couple Costume,”
“It was never his style anyways,” You explained to him with a shrug, “Who am I to tell him how to dress, he’s never swayed in going along with the norm anywho,”
Makkari looked past you towards the front door, her eyes widening and her smile getting bigger by the second.  You are confused as to why she is grinning so big.  You whirled around, hearing the front door close and a chorus of cheers from the other people at the party.  The sight you finally saw made your heart melt, and you were smiling so wide that your cheeks were hurting.
Druig was there, dressed in a Maverick Pilot Jumpsuit, paired with aviators hanging off the collar. 
“That a boy, Druig!” Gilgamesh cheered from his spot on the couch with Sprite and Thena, some of the others were clapping and grinning just as big from the sight.  But Druig was not listening to any of them, nor was he acknowledging any of them clasping his shooed for joking that he took long enough to wear a costume.  His icy blue eyes were on you, seeing how you were smiling and almost bouncing on your heels.  It was a small gesture, anyone else could look that over and think nothing of it.  But with you, it meant everything, since you knew he was stepping into uncharted territory.  
This meant a lot to you, and as he walked over to you with his small smile on his lips, you tossed your helmet on the spare space of the couch to hug him tightly.  Druig chuckled, hugging you back as the rest of the party resumed.  
“Druig, you look…you look great!” You said in glee as you two pulled away from one another and you looked at his jumpsuit.  You could tell it was a pinch big on him since he was more lanky than built, but apart from that he looked perfect as a Pilot.  Maybe it suited him, even seeing him sport the aviators that hung on his chest along with the fake dog tags that shined in the orange Halloween lights that were twinkling on the ceiling.  
“It’s not that uncomfortable actually, I could wear this around the place,” he hummed in amusement as he gestured to his attire before you pointed to you, “You look sexy as hell in your jumpsuit,”
All you could do was simply grin, knowing that this was more than just him showing up in a costume to match with you.  This was him coming into your world a bit more and knowing that this would make you happy.  This was him finding pleasure in bringing you happiness and joy with one of your favorite holidays. 
This was showing Druig that he loved you.  
“Thank you, Druig,” You thanked him.
“Anything to make you happy, sweetheart,” He said with his smile, “I might not tolerate Halloween all the time, but it’s a bit nicer now since it makes you smile,”
After a massive blush was on your cheek, you and Druig were crowned the best-dressed couple at the party, much to the enthusiasm of your friends 
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Halloween Prompt Session
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Sending love to one of the best writers on ao3 😘💕 I check your page frequently and wanted to ask about the things that you enjoy doing or aspire to do
Hi Anon, it's so sweet of you to send this ask to ask after me. Rest assured your words are appreciated on this end; thank you from the bottom of my heart and top of my soul 🫂 I'm very glad you think highly of my work even after so long, and I'm so so sorry I haven't had any new content in such a long time. But I am hard at work on a oneshot that will definitely be published before the next chapter of Samarra, so the well won't stay dry for long! The summary is “A jaded prison nurse must come to rely on a man she hates and fears in the midst of a deadly prison riot.” I started writing it in the ward; it's based off of the Moundsville Penitentiary which is an especially spooky place I've been to–an old 19th century prison made of towering stone turrets, eerie high ceilings, and rusted iron cells packed together like pigsties. I'm hoping to get that atmosphere across; it's about ⅔ of the way finished so good progress is being made!
Well I enjoy writing, most of all, but I've already talked about that in detail a thousand times so I'll spare you. I love reading, of course (I just finished “The Five”, about the victims of Jack the Ripper, and it's a fascinating bit of history and an incredible and horrifying look at Victorian-era industrial Britain). I love exploring the mountains with my cats trotting along beside me and photographing what I find. In all honesty I'm a bit of a trappist–I rarely see people except hunters and cashiers, and most of my time is spent alone with myself or my dad. But each day is an adventure when you're in nature and each season brings primordial and beautiful changes– I collected watercress the other day and found the downy remains of a fawn. 
I love watching old movies. My dad and I were watching Laurel and Hardy last night and I swear it holds up a century later. Before that we watched King Rat, which is one of his–and my–favorite movie; about two men stuck in a Japanese prison camp and the Machiavellian and underhanded ways they survive there. The book is particularly good too, and the epilogue about rats devouring each other has haunted my dreams for a long time. 
On the same subject, a series that I highly recommend is called Tenko, which is very similar to King Rat, except the prisoners are women. It's so grueling, realistic and enrapturing; I've never seen anything that so squarely focuses on women's experiences, relationships with each other, the hardships they face, and how they struggle to survive together in a thankless, deprived environment. The backstabbing and despair that comes in their darkest moments, the love and support in which they uplift each other with, their mistrustful and uneven relationships with their captors that occasionally erupt in friendships and affairs–and all the episodes are on dailymotion, too!
https://www.dailymotion.com/video/x74u4fi
I like dreaming most of all. So many of my story ideas come from my dreams. The worst thing in the world is waking up and trying to catch the stray strands of the dream slipping through your fingers. It's amazing to live so many lives–good or bad–inside your head. Sometimes when I wake up, I feel a sweeping, palpable sense of relief that I don't live in the world I conjured last night, and sometimes I wish I could just claw myself back into my brain and live in that little pocket world for the rest of my life.
I do not aspire to much. I don't really have any base wishes but to keep writing and live til 70. We all have our hopeful fantasies, of course, and when I finally do get Ragnatela on Amazon Kindle (Microsoft Word is trying to swindle me out of one hundred and fifty American dollars to use their dogshit platform, and since the manuscript is half-edited, I'm afraid to lose my formatting if I switched to a free program like Libreoffice) maybe it will get some attention. 
I still intend on writing on Ao3 until the day I die, though. Even with its unsavory content I have such a soft spot for its unrestricted freedom of speech and prose. Plus I don't want to give up talking to you guys and goofing off in the comments ☹️ I also aspire to stop drinking. I'm sure I've already shaved a few years off my lifespan with my tippling habit. But when one day is much like the other, is there much point in extending it?
I aspire to travel around the United States more. I took a trip through the Deep South to visit Savannah and it was enrapturing; something I will remember for the rest of my life. Rusted-out cars felted in green moss, skinny, grazing horses in windswept fields, peeling roadside signs advertising tent revivals, clownish golliwogs behind still windows of cafes, forgotten tugboats half-sunken into lagoons, highway strip hotels where craggy hookers peered at you suspiciously from their fold-up chairs, and derelict cemeteries separated between Union and Confederate. It was just post-Irma and we were often the only tourists at any of these places. The effects of the hurricane were stark and obvious, with the land in a state of shock before any official agencies came to clean them up. I remember boats crashed into the harbor and grandfather trees felled in front of opulent antebellum homes, and the sea churned brown and murky when we trekked to the beach. The sense of desolation, and not only from the hurricane, was chilling–but I loved being there and loved being swathed by the kudzu and history. My mother is very ill and before she dies we might take a trip to New Orleans together and explore rural Louisiana; I'd always wanted to write a story set in New Orleans. Louisiana is a fascinating state with its mixture of Napoleonic and Creole influences; and I've always been drawn to the grand, decaying tombs of New Orleans as much as I have been to the odd Francophone swamps and their hidden dialects and traditions. And one day I would like to go way, way out west and explore the Gold Rush ghost towns. All the mines where I am are filled-in, so I would like to venture underneath the earth just once. 
Most of all, I aspire to be alone, and live by myself for the rest of my life, far away from town, somewhere in the mountains like where I am now. I wish I didn't have to see another person for the rest of my life. Being alone with myself is bad enough, being with others is intolerable.
Anyways, I apologize for my undue pleonasm, you caught me in a chatty mood 😀 Here's an excerpt from the newest prison one-shot:
Rhoda had met Jesse Fitzner her first day on the job. It was midway through her shift, and she was taking a lunch break and grading her sister Sherise's homework in her office. The day had started with a white-knuckle ride in early morning mist so thick she couldn't see the taillights of the car in front of her. Midway through her preliminary tour of the prison, an inmate had stuffed his toilet full of socks, which promptly overflowed and leaked sewage out of the cell onto her high heels. The hoots and jeers had made her speed up, trying to avoid the leering eyes of her future patients. And her introduction to the mental ward, by a younger but just as pessimistic Fawna, had not lifted her mood any either.
So there she sat in her office, snatching a moment of calmness and frantically scribbling corrections over Sherise's homework before her sister turned it in tomorrow. And then the door swung open.
A blond man poked his head in and briefly raised his eyebrows. He was wearing the omnipresent, drab gray prison uniform, pants and a sweatshirt rolled up to his elbows. "What are you up to?"
She flipped the cover of the notebook over.
"Going over my sister's homework. Is there something you need?"
"Passing on a message to Nurse Judson. One of the inmates wants to switch his blood pressure medication."
"Oh, she'll be back soon. I think she's–doing something with the prisoners. Just give her a few minutes."
"No hurry." He pulled the chair opposite her and sat down in it. "So you're grading your kid sister's homework? Shouldn't she be doing that herself?"
The man had thick blond hair that stuck up in back like a duck's tail, and very rosy cheeks. He looked like he had just shaven, by the nicks on his neck. 
"It's a long story. I should be–"
"I've got time. If this is your first day, you need to take some time to yourself to relax--else you'll end up in the infirmary."
Rhoda laughed. He had a nice smile and a nice manner about him–very jovial and friendly. It was refreshing to see a man who didn't stare at her like she was a piece of meat. "Well, my parents died when my brother and I were still young. Seth was seventeen, I was fifteen. He went to work so we didn't have to break up the family, and I stayed home to care for my little siblings, all three of them. It wasn't fun. I always wanted to do more for them than what I was stuck with, so I'm making sure they get good grades and go to good colleges. That's why I got this job in the first place, to put some back for their college funds."
"That's real decent of you. I don't know a single woman who would go so far for their family. You'd best be proud of yourself. Where's your brother now?"
"He's working out of state in Pennsylvania. He found a good woman and has a concrete contracting business now."
"You got yourself a man?"
"Never saw the need. Someday, maybe, when I'm lonelier."
"Working here for a few years will train that loneliness for a man right outta of you." 
They both laughed at that, and Rhoda felt her tensed muscles begin to relax. "I didn't catch your name."
"Jesse Lee Fitzner." He reached across the desk to grip her hand. For being such a small-built man, he had a crushing handshake.
"Rhoda Ames. Pleased to make your acquaintance."
"I knew a few Ameses when I was on the outside. Where your folks from?"
"Beckworth, west of here."
"Oh, you're bullshitting me. I have folks from there too. You don't know a Harry Fitzner, do you?"
"Harry who used to run the car repair shop?"
"That's him! My uncle. He retired a few years ago. His lungs got to him. Too much time in the mines."
The door slammed open again. An elderly prison guard, who had greeted her rather abruptly upon her hiring and who had a hard and wrinkled face, was standing in the doorway. When he saw Jesse, his face grew harder. "What are you doing here, inmate?"
Jesse raised his hands, still not moving from where he was leaning back on the chair. "Just dropping off a message for Nurse Judson."
"Next time, leave the message with Nurse Ames and promptly return to your cell. There's no reason for you to be here actin' so friendly."
To Rhoda's mild disappointment, the guard grabbed Jesse by his arm and yanked him out, harder than he needed to. Before he was escorted out, Jesse tossed a glance over her shoulder and winked at her. "Rhoda, you're a young lady, and I'm a bit of a spring chicken myself. I think we would get along real well outside these walls."
Rhoda couldn't help the giggle that bubbled up from her throat. She felt lightheaded. She was a rangy and abrupt woman with a working tan, and hadn't much experience with men flirting with her.
When Jesse was marched out, Rhoda stood up and grabbed her peaked nurse's cap, girding her loins for the next shift on the ward. While she was counting medications, the elderly guard–Miles–came in again and shut the door behind him. She flinched, expecting a dressing-down on her first day of work. I wasn't fraternizing with the prisoner, was I? Am I… am I gonna lose my job?
He sat down opposite her. "You ever hear that tale 'bout the lady and the snake?"
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to–"
"Old story; old, old story. One of them Aesop stories they wrote when people was still in togas and carved words in stone. A woman was walking home one day when she saw a frozen snake lying on the side of the road. It begged her to save its poor little self, this little creature of God. So taking pity on it, the woman brought it home and warmed it by the fire between her breasts. And as it thawed, it bit her breast. 'Oh, why would you do such a thing? Your poison will kill me,’ she wailed. And the snake smiled and said, 'You knew I was a snake before you brought me into your house.'"
Rhoda stared at him, puzzled. "I don't understand."
"You know what that fellow did to get in here? Fitzner was top dog in a motorcycle gang outside of prison. A real nasty one. He ordered a contract killing on a rival gang member. They snatched the poor fellow when he was leaving a bar. Hung him from a tree, broke his legs with doublejack hammers, used him as target practice with their sawed-offs, cut his dick off and shoved it in his mouth, then left and let him choke on it and bleed to death for the rest of the night. He was out, too, far out in the mountains, and they only found him weeks later when a hunter stumbled on him. One of the killers snitched on Fitzner in exchange for dropping a drug felony sentence he was staring at. That snitch went into hiding and changed his name. Two days after Fitzner was taken to this good penitentiary, he was found with his head beaten in, in a dry creek bed."
Rhoda's head began to spin in slow whirls. Her hand where Jesse had shaken it grew very clammy. She remembered his bright smile across the desk, his dark eyes, and felt bile and vomit churn in her throat.
"You both were talking for a while, I noticed. He's good at prising information out of people, Fitzner is. A boyish smile and a few good words and he can make both men and women melt like butter on yer tongue. See? Now he knows who you are, and where your folks live. Now he can get to you."
Rhoda tried to talk, but her tongue was paralyzed. She looked down and wiped her sweaty hands on her knees.
Miles got up and went over to the door. He looked out of the window set on top, and his hard face relaxed. He seemed much older in that moment, more wrinkled and exhausted.
"You'd best be careful of him, Nurse Ames. He's a bad 'un. I'll be glad to see the back of him."
As it turned out, Miles retired later that year and it was Jesse who saw the back of him. 
And Rhoda became very wary of him from then on. Whenever he saw her in the hall, in the chow line, in the infirmary, he smiled at her and tried to make small talk. She ignored him, or was curt with him.
Unfortunately, he seemed to take that as an invitation.
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OBSERVER'S NOTE:
" Happy Halloween! To commemorate today's occasion, I wrote something that is associated with the hide and seek mode. Although it was written months ago (as courtesy of my mutuals and how scared they got. Love you, Sam /p), I kept this hidden till today to post it.
This one doesn't involve any particular x reader shenanigans, but this is made in someone's perspective. I wanted to try and write this in her perspective, so I hope I brought her justice. Hope you guys enjoy it, because I have college haunting me this Halloween, haha! "
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The Dentist's Swamp
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No survivor has spoke of the horrors of Sacred Heart Hospital. For years, that is what she had understood-- or, at least, from her memories alone.
The abandoned hospital was not shrouded in fog like now, nor was it storming every time she came to visit. It was not teeming with danger, with walls showing signs of age- at least, from her memory alone.
No, it was different. Far, far more different than she could ever remember… Or imagine, for that matter.
Stepping afoot in the map now shrouded in darkness, the young journalist couldn't help but shiver. This was not like what she saw in the academy, and especially in her stay with others that resembled her. To her, this was different, and perhaps… Much worse than the last time she came here.
She has heard of rumors floating about, but the most common was the individual people called the 'dentist'.
—This is where the dentist used to reside in. Children go missing when they go to Sacred Heart.
—Really? How terrifying…
Indeed! After all, the only thing that is left here—
"—are children's teeth…" the journalist whispered, her legs moving to head inside the building. The lightning clapped in the sky as a bellowing sound echoed, making her jump.
She was never a fan of stormy nights. It reminded her of something so… Unsightly in her childhood. Something she could never forget, even in her time in the academy.
Step after step, she held the camera closer to her chest. All she needed to do was to get evidence, and then she can leave. That was all there is to it, right?
… So why does she feel her heart race like it'd pop out of her chest?
Clambering up the staircase, she noticed the various words written on the wall.
Get out of here!
The dentist lurks in his swamp!
Where is the truth?
The truth… How bitter.
Arriving inside the operating room, the blonde woman noticed something… Odd. From the sight of the body, it was gone— no sight of it remained. It wasn't surprising for her, but the thing that caught her eye was the jars around the place.
Some were broken as the lid rolled up to her boots, the contents spilling on some that were tipped over in the table. Her eyes widened when she saw what it was.
Teeth.
Children teeth.
Some jars were not broken, but she could see how some of the teeth were rotten. Like it mutilated in the skulls of the dentist's 'patients'.
She could vaguely hear the thunder roar outside, and the soft clink clink of the teeth that met glass shards. Some even jumped at her, making her gasp and shuffle back.
In her panic, she had hit the worn cabinet behind her, making it sway. She turned to see what she had bumped into, stiffening up as she saw what it was.
Then, she sprinted away from the scene.
She could hear the faint shattering of glass, the jars meeting its demise in the dirty ground of Sacred Heart. One by one, the shattering grew more louder than the last, echoing and haunting the journalist to no end.
And then, she hears it.
The eerie soft chimes of the children giggling… And the soft, almost inaudible calling of a man.
She could hear her heart palpating and beating like a drum, making her grow deaf. With paranoia seizing her, all she could think was to flee.
And flee she did.
She turned to leave the hospital, her footsteps growing loud in her haste. She could hardly remember if she had her camera with her, but she didn't care for it anymore.
For she could hear the children scream. Scream for her to leave.
To never be caught by the dentist.
Ah, in her haste to leave the place, she had simply forgot one such clue. Monsters roamed in the hunting grounds of Sacred Heart, not just the famed dentist.
… Which proved to be her mistake.
The Sacred Heart Hospital was a dreadful hunting ground for those that survived, much like the other maps she's seen and remembered. In her stay of Oletus, she has seen many of them fall in this place… And the eerie sounds that come with it.
The eerie sounds are always around. It always was.
Alas, as she reached the exit, she could see the gates close shut—
—Which caused the hands to reach out and grab her from behind.
She let out a muffled cry as she was dragged into the mist, covering the blood curdling screams that came right after.
As the mist died down, the exit gates open once more, and what was left in the wake of the 'journalist' was a camera.
… And a doll of Orpheus, marking the day yet another naughty child was 'caught'.
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whats your opinion on caleb and evelyn (at least from what very little we know of them-)
imo the whole caleb clawthorne thing is like. one of the most pointless things in the show ever
I have called them and their connection to Belos "TOH's final trick". TOH has a single trick up its sleeve that is great for fanfic writers and TERRIBLE for a narrative. They introduce really compelling relationships and ideas and then they never do anything with them. It happens with Amity and Luz, Amity and Willow, the Hexide Squad and the Coven System, Hunter and Belos, etc. etc. All of these concepts present tantalizing issues that one could really delve in deep to and find a lot of meaning... But TOH isn't interested. It is more interested in a blog about how deep Amity's character is implied to be rather than doing anything with that depth, hence why so many people hooked onto how awful the confrontation with her parents would eventually be and then the show itself just... Has her in like three minutes of that episode and her confrontation doesn't feel like the main point of it even if it's the climax. And then it's effectively over and any issue between Lumity is never brought up again.
Caleb and Evelyn are the same but with a bit of FNAF storytelling thrown in. The pictures are vague after all so people can interpret them in different ways for what they mean. The cast has been coy as to the actual events. It's a multiple choice backstory for your villain that ranges from irredeemable monster to sympathetic villain. That way the show can claim to have a complex villain that doesn't technically invalidate the fact that they have no interest in writing a complex villain, nor do they want to need to.
But it was also one straw too many. Lumity getting together paid off in some way that old narrative baggage of Amity's, even if less powerfully than it could have. Hunter being possessed and fighting off Belos doesn't have the weight it should and I have problems with how selfish the reasoning is rather than ideological but it is a payoff to that relationship. However, a genuinely real amount of time is spent in S3, and S2, building up that Belos is something more than a genocidal, egotistical asshole. Caleb and Evelyn are a LOT of this. So what's the payoff?
There is none. Beating him isn't an ideological victory. They don't come up like Lief did for beating Andrias to pay that off. In fact, they come up less in the final fight than they do during the fight in King's Tide where the heroes LOSE. So they spent some of the very limited time they had to wrap up their story on a subplot about Belos' backstory that doesn't actually inform us of anything, doesn't affect anything and has no payoff except the most obvious one.
It's literally Willow's story except for your PRIMARY ANTAGONIST'S BACKSTORY.
The fact that the majority of the meat of it is done in a really just AWFULLY animated set piece who's literal writing is boilerplate at best does not help it at all. The best parts of this mechanically are the portraits in Hollow Mind and they're vague and that's IT. Otherwise, it's clunky for the most part. I'll give the moment when monster Belos sees Caleb as he tries to take on a new form is neat but it tells us nothing and feels out of character in the end that he'd give enough of a shit to be haunted by his brother, especially after he's killed his brother so many times. Honestly, the Golden Guards looking like Caleb even NOW just makes me think the Collector is right: He likes hurting his brother. Why else would he not finally stop after the hundredth betrayal? Unless he gets off on the moment of their betrayal I guess.
It's just not good and a casual fan is going to like it even less because they won't really absorb and think the portraits so to them, it's just one really awkward sequence in the first special, an eerie sequence that doesn't add to anything in the second and then is sir not appearing in the third. That's not engaging.
Since little of it is engaging, it fails to function as a trick. After all, any magician will tell you that everything is about misdirection in their craft. Without it, a trick becomes nothing but smoke and mirrors instead of magic.
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Btw, mentioned FNAF so may as well say here: Saw it and really liked it. I keep considering making a blog about it and then just... not.
I have a public Discord for any and all who want to join!
I also have an Amazon page for all of my original works in various forms of character focused romances from cute, teenage romance to erotica series of my past. I have an Ao3 for my fanfiction projects as well if that catches your fancy instead. If you want to hang out with me, I stream from time to time and love to chat with chat.
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nighthaterfrfr · 3 months
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i don't bite (well, maybe that's a lie)
[it rotted my brain so much that i couldnt resist. thank u @jben073 for helpin me w the ending, my writing still sucks but wtvr... look lets make it modern bc im not doing research on old shit. my brains small so i dont wanna make it smaller. @wispexists made this beautiful art, check it pls pls pls its so good
anwho here it is
OH TW FOR BLOOD BEFORE I FORGET (vampire.. duh) ]
People's blood is a very sacred thing. In many religions, it's often considered the life of a human. Yet, it's something vampires need for sustenance. Most consider vegan diets, and some just become full on killers when too unregulated.
Stephanie Lauter is unfortunately, a vampire. From what she overhears, her dad made some deal with eldritch gods, and that's why she's here. Solomon Lauter hates his daughter, but she hates him back too. However, to not expose this secret to the public, he helps get Steph's cravings in check by supplying her with animal blood.
Yet, it's never a filling meal. She hasn't had a proper, enriching, bit of human blood in such a long time. Not since middle school. But never in a million years did she expect to drink the blood of the pastor's daughter, Grace Chasity.
Nor did she expect how delicious the blood would be.
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Every other day, Steph spends her nights at the old Waylon Hall. Hearing all the rumors about the place, it doesn't seem so bad. It's just really fucking abandoned and creepy. Nonetheless, a few candles and fairy lights powered by battery packs make the house look a lot less evil.
This night, she decided to bring more and more of her belongings into the living room. Yeesh, it's a damn mess. She swept the floor with an old broom she found in a janitorial closet, suited most likely for a maid. The more Steph cleaned up the hall, the more she liked that it became kind of her own hideaway. A very eerie home away from home.
After a few hours of just generally cleaning and decorating the main room, she smiled. For once her life, Stephanie Lauter had made something she was proud of. How fun.
Suddenly, she heard an opening from the front door.
For the months she had spent going here, no one had dare even approach the Hall's grounds. So who the fuck seems brave enough to wander in the most "haunted" place in all of Hatchetfield?
Who the fuck..
Steph had hid in some big closet in the room, and took a look at the girl trespassing in her space. In which she was also trespassing in. The girl wore a light blue sweater and a white button up underneath. She wore a brown skirt, white socks and Black Mary Janes. She had rolled up the sleeves of both the button up and the sweater and had her hair in a side part.
Look, she was already in a silk dress meant for sleeping, and she did not want to be disturbed by some girl. However, something just... attracted her. Steph sniffed something good. Better than the "wagyu cow blood" her dad ended up getting to satisfy the urges. Shit, this came from the girl, didn't it?
God- it smelled so good. That feeling of hunger filled Steph's mind and triggered her vampiristic instincts. She need to feed, fast.
As the girl turned her back, Steph quietly came out of the closet she was hiding him. Walking towards the back of her, she saw that her neck was wide open. Thank god for people parting their hair sideways. As she was about to feed, she snapped back to reality, wobbling back and falling on the floor. Of course, the girl turned around, and looked right at Steph.
"Oh my- who are you? What are you doing out here so late?"
The girl put a hand out, and Steph took it. She quickly responded, "I suppose I could ask you the same question, but I don't think I'll get an answer. I'm Steph." "Grace. My father and I were seeing the house earlier, and I left my 'What Would Jesus Do?' bracelet here." Steph nodded as her eyes are remained on Grace's neck and forearms. They sure do look appealing.
Grace yawned, and ended up sitting on the floor. Steph had already placed some sort of old mattress on there, and simply covered with a bedsheet. "Man, I gotta bike back..." Steph looked at the girl while she complained, and smirked slightly. With an alluring look in her eyes, she turned Grace's head to look at her. "Ah, it's alright. Rest here for a bit, I won't bite."
Grace looked nervous at the offer. She had to go home, she wanted to go home. Yet, this girl... Steph, she just drew her in. Before she knew it, her mouth muttered the words yes, and the two kept on staring at each other. "Now Grace, I have to ask you a question. Do you know anything about vampires and the like?"
"...no? If it's some kind of like, band fans, then I have no idea about them."
Steph looked shocked at this admission, and tried to think through how she'll phrase this properly. In order to charm a human properly, you first need a good approach, don't you?
"Ok then. A vampire is.. a creature who preys on human blood. They usually hate the sunlight, garlic, and silver. Got it?" Grace nodded. "I do. How come you're telling me this?" "Will you believe me if I say that I am a vampire?"
Grace looked confused at the question. Was this girl playing some kind of cruel trick with her? But, like God commanded, answer truthfully. "Why would I? You sound kind of insane right now." Steph smirked, opening her mouth and baring her fangs. They're way too sharp and long to be just a regular humans, and she put her hair back behind her pointed, pierced ears. Grace looked a bit scared, she's never seen a person like this, but regardless, she wanted to know more.
Something keeps telling her she wants to know more.
"And look, Grace. I'm quite hungry right now. Would you mind if I.. just got a bit of your blood~?"
Steph asked, leaning closer towards Grace. The closer she got, the redder the other girl's face was. She then pushed her away slightly, hesitance in her voice. "I... I don't- will it hurt?" "Probably, Gracie. Do you want me to comfort your boo boo, then?" Grace blushed even more, unsure what this feeling is towards the mysterious girl and confused as to what's happening.
Look, Grace had some strong willpower. That's what you have when your dad's the town pastor, after all. However, when she offered her arm to Steph, who's presumably a "vampire," that might be the complete opposite fact. "Go- just take what you need..."
The vampire widened her eyes. From stories she's heard, people need a lot more convincing. But this pretty girl just offers up her arm and blood? Hey, at least it was easy to get a meal for Steph today.
She took Grace's arm gently, placing it near her mouth. Jesus, the smell of the blood really came out. Her mouth almost watered at simply the smell, but why sniff it instead of tasting it?
Steph's fang suck into the arm, Grace wincing slightly from the pain. As she sucked the blood, she couldn't believe the taste. She couldn't believe how energized she was. And she couldn't believe how insatiable the feeling was from getting this girl's blood was.
Grace watched as Steph sucked the blood out of her arm. It was a bit painful, but is it weird to say it somehow made her extremely tired and excited? She could see her blood dripping down her arm as Steph eagerly feasting on her. It's scary, but it's somehow so attractive at the same time. She could easily pull away- it's not even like she's forcing her too.
It's just that... the feeling in her stomach that she gets from simply seeing this girl means letting Steph doing whatever she wanted. After a few minutes of silence and blood sucking, Steph lifted her head from Grace's forearm, wiping the blood from her mouth with the back of her hand.
As Grace slowly put her arm down, Steph looked at her, longingly and hungry for more. Steph quietly said, "Do you- do you feel ok? Are you too hurt?" The other girl nodded no, and Steph stood up, walking around the room. On top of the fireplace, she rummaged through a little box and found a roll of bandages. Tearing a long piece of it off with her teeth, Steph began to tightly wrap the fabric onto Grace's forearm.
The feeling of Steph wrapping her arm with the bandage, hell the feeling of the wound itself? It all felt numb. Grace Chasity couldn't feel anything ever since Stephanie Lauter sucked her blood. All she knows is that it felt so damn good.
Finally tying the bandage off, Steph leaned back from Grace, letting her sit up. "Alright, let's see.." Steph stared into her eyes, rolling down both the button up and sweater sleeves, covering both of her arms. She stood up, offering a hand out to Grace so that she can also stand up beside her, "Now, I'm sorry pretty girl, but you can't remember this.. for a while. However," Steph paused for a second, twirling a big strand of Grace's hair.
"I have a feeling we'll meet again, won't we? You're of course, drawn to me, but somehow I am too. Even without drinking your blood, something intrigues me about you, Grace. Come back here next time, won't you~?"
As she let go of the other girl's hair, Grace simply smiled and started walking out. Steph hated the charm ability vampires had as she saw the girl leave. Sure, it benefits both her and the person who she charmed because now whoever she targets will have no recollection of what she's done. Yet, something about Grace made her want to have her remember tonight. She wanted Grace to recognize her face and know who left that mark on her forearm. Oh well, what can a girl like her do?
Sighing and lying on the mattress, she closes her eyes. That was good, no, great blood. That's settled. Great blood comes from the prettiest people. Who knew?
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Grace Chasity woke up the next day, in her bed and feeling somewhat extra tired. It was.. 2 in the afternoon? Huh. As she stood up and walked to the bathroom, she looked in the mirror. She didn't change at all from when she came back home yesterday from school. Thank goodness it was a Saturday, or else she would've gotten in big trouble with her parents.
As she turned on the faucet, she rolled up her sleeves so that the water wouldn't soak the fabric. The more she rolled her sleeves up, the more she saw that on her right arm, bandages tightly covered her forearm. Well that's.. odd.
Stopping for a minute, she pondered over how she got the bandage on her wrist. Staring at the blood covered and hastily wrapped fabric, Grace shook it off and began to start washing her face.
Eh, she must've fell while riding her bike.
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thegrimdog13 · 7 months
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Marble Horrors headcannons pt.2
I’m going to make a story out of this one too! I promise I will get on with writing the two series I have out soon! Also I will try my best to get this one out too.That being said enjoy pt.2 of headcannons for the Ghost/demon hunter au.
I’m going to try to do this with spoilers for the series.This one will be more centered on the demons and ghosts of the series! 
Warning :there is a short mention of suicide. It isn’t that bad but just a warning if you’re very very sensitive to that stuff.
•There are many types of ghosts in this au and the ghost hunters classify them by emotion and species.
•Demons in this au are non-human creatures that have never been human.Demon/Human are human and demon they were born a human but are controlled or attached to a demon.
•Ghosts are just humans that have died.
•They are also ranked 1-10 by how powerful they are or how much energy they have
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Now into more specific characters!
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Jeff-
•He is a Ghost but he is classified as an evil ghost. Basically meaning he is evil lol. He is like a demon and even had sharp teeth and nails but he cannot form all the characteristic’s because he is not a demon or controlled by one.
•Jeff was basically a serial killer before he died and his story is basically the same as the Jeff wood’s story. It’s fine that it is unrealistic people there are literally demons and ghosts in this au and in creepypasta in general lol.
•Jeff dies by getting shot in the eye 
•Jeff just likes to scare people as a ghost but if anyone mocks him he will try to hurt them
•Jeff is ranked 8 in ghosts
•Jeff hates Brian because he mocks Jeff
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Liu-
This is the only thing that mentions suicide and it’s just a short thing. Skip over the first one if you still want to read but you are sensitive to it.
•Liu committed suicide after finishing what he had to. He most likely hung himself with his scarf days after the incident .
•Liu is classified as a sad ghost 
•Liu is a 5 ranked ghost. 
•Liu could be ranked more but he prefers not to hurt or scare people. He really only wonders around and sometimes you can hear him sobbing slightly in the distance.
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Sally-
•Sally died because of her uncle like the original. 
•Sally is classified as a playful ghost 
•Sally never hurts anyone except for the time she killed her uncle as a ghost 
•Sally is a wondering ghost who likes to play with any toy left out. 
•Sally will openly try to talk to the ghost hunters because she likes company 
•Sally always asks people she haunts to play a game with her and if they except she will stop haunting them.But if they refuse she will not leave them alone.
•Sally is ranked a 3 ghost 
•Sally says play with me all the time and even down the hallway from you she will say it and it will give an eerie eco.
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Ben Drowned-
•Ben died from drowning never would have guessed lol.
•Ben is classified as a ghost? Because at times he seems demonish but he doesn’t look like one.
•Ben is ranked a 6 Ghost? because he loves to scare people but people don’t really get scared of him. So when someone isn’t scared of him he will just kill them.
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Eyeless Jack-
•He is classified as a demon/ghost because he has a demon attachment. 
•He got his attachment from the ritual he was sacrificed in.
•He is ranked a 7 because if his demon is in control he is very powerful but when he is in his regular form he is chill and hates fights. EJ is in control most of the time so that’s why he is ranked lower then a human ( Jeff)
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Laughing Jack-
•He is a demon
•He is ranked a 9! He is very powerful and loves to cause trouble.
•His weakness is that he likes to play with his “food” ( victims) before killing them so this often gives them time to get away.
•Also if you give him candy he will most likely leave you be.
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Laughing Jill-
•She is a demon 
•she is ranked a 8 because she is strong but doesn’t really kill as much as she makes people seem crazy.
•She is twins with Laughing Jack and they are usually always near each other. 
•So If there is one the other is likely near by.
•If they combine there powers they could be very powerful.
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Ticci Toby-
•Died  in the fire he killed his parents in
•He didn’t care to leave and just stayed 
•Toby is a classified as a confused Ghost. Often confused on we’re he is and if he is alive or not.
•He  is ranked a 4 because of his confusion but when he isn’t confused he could easily be a 7.
•He often wanders around saying where am I
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Clockwork-
•classified as a chill ghost. She just kinda just hangs out and doesn’t really give a fuck about anything. 
•If she hears a clock she will go ballistic tho
•When she was murdered she heard a clock chime and that’s why she goes crazy when she hears it.
•She is ranked a 2 normally but if she hears a clock she is easily a 6
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Jane the killer-
•She was murdered by Jeff instead of living
•She kills anyone who looks even a little bit like Jeff
•She is classified as an angry spirit/ghost
•She just wants to kill Jeff but he’s dead.
•She is a rank 9 she isn’t as powerful as a lot of demons but her anger fuels her abilities to be stronger then Jeff himself.
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Lulu-
•She is classified as a sad ghost 
•you only ever hear her sobbing and crying out for here eyes.
•Zalgo killed her and stole her eyes
•Lulu is a rank 1 she is almost useless due to sadness taking over her.But she could be a 5 if she wanted to hurt anyone.
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Smile dog-
•He is a hell  hound  basically a demon dog
•He is ranked a 5 he mostly just shows up to help Jeff scare people. Because he toke a liking to Jeff.
•The only thing he does when he wants to hurt people is bit them which is still quite painful.
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If you guys want a part two of this or anything else with this au let me know. The headcannons are short for this so far but it’s a work in progress.
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see-arcane · 2 years
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Barking Harker: The Dracula sequel I guess I’m making
(Scraps of Dracula spoilers below)
This honestly started as a running joke with myself.
Between Dracula Daily and rereading the novel in a speedrun in the interim and generally letting my brain chew this old story apart like an over-loved dog toy, I started cooking this idea in the background. One that had some seeds in my Jonathan Harker rambles. The gist of which discuss (SPOILERS):
1. Jonathan Harker’s eerie-to-inhuman alterations after his time in Castle Dracula.
2. Theories as to what specific entity and/or cryptid Jonathan Harker might be.
3. Exactly how ride or die Jonathan Harker is for Mina. Rather, ride and die. And kill. And anything else required to ensure Mina continues to exist and that he shares whatever fate befalls her. To a spicy and outright sacrilegious extent. There’s some very literal Faustian ready-to-sell-my-soul intensity from our sweetheart solicitor when it comes to his beloved.
The combination of all this was stirred into one of my longest-running pet peeves about the novel.
Specifically, that for all the zesty gothic goodness promised by the opening stay in Castle Dracula—a portion of the book I’m convinced could’ve been its own novel or novella—we don’t really get everything out of it that we could. No more than we get another glimpse of Count Dracula at his most uncomfortably intimate and intimidating after that section. Following Jonathan’s unpleasant business trip, it’s all about Dracula in the shadows, sinking his teeth into England, and harassing the ensemble cast. Which is a great story! Obviously! ‘Ancient monster man coming to haunt and menace the unprepared modern characters’ is a fun time.
But damn it, the first part of the book is still my favorite. Cornered Protagonist VS Overpowered Antagonist in a confined space, sinister supernatural goings-on, manipulative power plays, knife-twisting psychological warfare, and all the gothic trimmings. I wanted more! Just like I wanted to play with all the implications and potential surrounding Jonathan Harker’s whole weird deal.
And you know what? I wanted to cram more in there. This thing was a bowl of untainted cookie batter and I could pour a metric ton of chocolate chips* into it until I was satisfied.
(*Varied monsters. Cameos. Mind games. High Octane Fuckeduppedness.)
“I have a keyboard, an open Word doc, and no inhibitions!” I shouted in full Grecian hero hubris. “I can write this self-serving literary junk food if I feel like it! And I do! So I will!”
So I did. So I am. So much so that I’ve realized I maybe, possibly, actually am making something a wee bit beyond a little public domain fanfiction.
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Note: This encompasses the first four chapters.
Uh oh.
I don’t want to jump ahead of myself. I’ve self-hyped over WIPs and books-in-potentia before, then burned myself out on the expectations I couldn’t reach, endlessly writing and deleting and rewriting in a Promethean loop that killed the whole thing. NaNoWriMo damn near gutted me the one time I dared it. Putting this pseudo-announcement up here is less of a Very Guaranteed Promise I Shall Complete This Work, but more of a low-key way to jab myself into sticking to it as best I can.
(Because it really is that much harder to drop a project when you’ve mentioned it out loud and can’t pretend otherwise.)
So, yeah. Without spoilers, I am currently working on an alternate ending sequel novel to Dracula, with the working title, Barking Harker. Features include a return to Castle Dracula, more horror, more menace, more bastardry, bogeymen, and bogeywomen all over. We’ve got vampires visiting from outside Transylvania. We’ve got werewolves. We’ve got ghosts. We’ve got strange dogs. We’ve got stranger professionals in the matter of vampires and assorted occult odds and ends. We’ve got murder and madness and and macabre nightmares galore.
Any folks out there who have enjoyed my rambles and ficlets pertaining to Dracula and company, you are invited to poke me with a virtual stick every now and then in the ensuing months. Even if you’re not interested, I ask that you channel the most irritating backseat driver voice you can to occasionally ask, Is it done yet? Is it done yet? Is it done yet? The mortifying ordeal of being known/caught in the act of slinking away from Yet Another Unfinished WIP is an underrated motivational tactic.
That said, cross your fingers for me. And maybe pray for our good friend, Jonathan Harker.
He’s going to need it.
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Smoke & Fire
(Creative piece based on this song:)
Our love was like... running. Running into a burning building.
In the beginning, our love blazed with an intensity that rivalled the most searing inferno. It was a reckless, all-consuming passion that left no room for caution.
You and I were two souls entwined, sprinting headlong into the heart of a burning building. Flames danced around us, their fierce embrace a testament to our fervour. We laughed in the face of danger, fueled by the adrenaline coursing through our veins. Every kiss was a spark, every touch a flame, igniting a conflagration of desire that seemed unstoppable.
I felt as though no one else on earth could connect with me the way you did. Others didn't get it, though. At least, that's how I felt at the time.
The world around us watched in shock, awe, fear, and disbelief as I recklessly put everything on the line and ran into the fire with you. Friends and family tried to pull us back, warning us of the imminent danger, but we paid them no mind. We were invincible, or so we thought, intoxicated by the ecstasy of our so-called "love". The crackling of the flames almost had a rhythm to it... it felt like a symphony, a haunting melody that underscored our audacity. It perfectly accompanied the hard pounding of my heart like a funeral drum.
But as all things must, the fire of our love began to wane.
The cracks began to show. The damage, that perhaps had always kind of been there, was finally visible. And the longer we tried to avoid it, the harder it was to ignore it. The flames that once burned so brightly began to flicker, their brilliance giving way to a cold and eerie glow. The fire had consumed everything in its path, leaving behind only smouldering ruins and the bitter taste of heartache and regret.
My folks still make comments and remarks about it. How they're surprised that we even lasted as long as we did. How we were always doomed to fail. How you're probably seeing someone else now. Rumours and whispers everywhere I turn.
And as the embers of our love continue to fade into nothing, I find myself slowly growing colder. The thrill of running into fire with the person I love has been replaced by a hollow, unshakable aching... a feeling of longing for something I'll probably never experience again.
I miss you. I miss what we had.
It's weird. Almost ironic, really. After all the pain you put me through, how bad things got in our relationship... I never thought I'd miss being with you. At least, not this much.
I never thought I would miss that feeling—the feeling of running headlong into danger, of defying all odds, of embracing the chaos and uncertainty. But now that it's over, I find myself yearning for the rush, for the adrenaline, for the all-encompassing passion that once consumed us. The memories of our fiery love haunt me like a ghost, a constant reminder of what once was and what can never be again.
I mean... it's for the best. I know that.
I can't help but look back. I can't help but wonder if the price we paid for that fleeting moment of ecstasy was worth the inevitable aftermath. Our love was like running into a burning building—dangerous, exhilarating, and ultimately destructive. And now, all I have left is the bittersweet memory of a love that once blazed brighter than the sun.
I've been listening to Sabrina Carpenter a lot more lately... I've been loving this song in particular. Very nostalgic. Inspired me to write this little piece real quick. Let me know if you want me to do this for other songs!
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In your dreams: chapter one ( A little story im writing :D )
Eva felt dizzy, extremely dizzy. She was barely able to stand up straight. Or actually she wasn't standing at all, she was floating? She heard weeping coming closer and closer from behind her. She turned around and looked at the most horrifying thing she'd ever seen. A girl with shiny black hair going down to her knees covered in blood. Her dark eyes stared through Eva's soul as she wept and wept. The long bloody stranger inching closer as Eva was paralyzed with fear. 
“HHHHH” 
Eva woke up in a sweat. Was that really a dream? It seemed so real! Sadly Eva didn't have enough time to sit and think as she had to get ready for school. She got up and brushed her short blonde hair. It was all tangled from tossing and turning in bed. After she had thoroughly detangled her hair, she put it up in pigtails that made her thick bangs stand out. She put on an eye-catching white sweater and blue jean shorts. She was looking for her glasses but they were nowhere to be found. 
“I could have sworn i left them on my desk”
Eva’s eyesight wasn't so bad that she absolutely needed the glasses, but it was definitely better to have them. 
“UGH”
She figured that she would just go without them and went to go brush her teeth.
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“EVIE” 
The brown haired girl ran over to Eva and tightly embraced her.
“Hi Sarah”
Sarah had been Eva’s only friend since she started high school. Sarah was loud and annoying, like a cartoon character but Eva figured it was better than being alone. Sarah let go of Eva and held her hand as they walked to school.
“Evie, did you hear the news! The school is demolishing the old storage room.”
"Ummm, okay? Why is that important?”
“Because it's haunted, and apparently the ghost has been more active now than ever!”
“Yeah, sure.”
Eva rolled her eyes. Ghosts aren't real Sarah's being delusional.
“No really! Apparently she has suuuper long black hair and has a stab wound on her stomach. people see her in their dreams and she takes an important item from them-”
Eva felt her heart sink. Sarah keept going on and on perfectly describing what had happened to her.
“Eva, you okay?”
“yeah i'm fine.”
The two girls walked in silence for what felt like forever until they finally made it to school.
“Bye Evie!”
“Bye.”
Eva was overburdened with anxiety. She had about a million thoughts going through her head, none of them good. Are ghosts real? Is that why her glasses are missing? Is the ghost dangerous? She had to find out if the rumors were true. She decided to break into the storage room after school since it was blocked off for construction purposes. 
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“AHH” 
*Thud*
Eva fell off of the fence surrounding her school. Hopefully no one was around to hear her loud high pitched scream. Eva got up off the ground, her clothes covered in dirt. She went to the school's entrance and it was surprisingly wide open. She went inside the pitch black school and turned on her phone's flashlight. Eva headed to the storage room that was at the back of the school. The school felt eerie. Eva knew that there was something extremely wrong, but she didn't care. She had to find out if the rumors were true. Finally she made it to the storage room. And again the door was wide open. It was like something wanted to lure her in there. She went in and almost immediately saw her glasses on the floor. Shocked, she bent down to pick them up. As she got up strands of hair seemed to block her face, but it wasn't hers. She looked up.
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auroracalisto · 2 years
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don't let them see you cry chapter one, puppeteer of peace — the handler—the very reason for your personal slice of hell. haunting your every move... in your sleep, during the slow hours of the day. the swedish brothers—should have been strangers who show up and show you that you are more than what she told you. you are more than your mind allows you to believe. and you—the very person who will end the misery that plagues your mind. word count: 2.1k words tw: bad mothers, anxious!reader, fem!reader, self-doubt, reader has a job as a babysitter for a minute a/n: i love the swedes so much. and i absolutely adore the fanfiction that's already out there, so i wanted to make one of my own. i hope it's as enjoyable to read as it has been to write it!! also, the swedes don't really make an appearance in this part, but i promise they will. i've just needed to set up the reader's background a little!
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An eerie quiet blanketed your childhood living room. Anxiety prickled at the back of your neck, discomfort electric through the air, threatening to suffocate you where you stood. You hadn’t felt this way in ages. Your childhood home, the one before your mother found you, was long gone—what was this? A macabre recreation of it—things were out of place, creating a sense of distress, but you couldn’t quite put your finger on what exactly was wrong with it.
She stood there, glowering down at you beneath her mascara-clad eyelashes. Her makeup was as perfect as ever—not a hair out of place on her head. 
She was everything you would never be. 
And she made sure you remembered that even though time has separated you plenty.
Her hands were soft as they caressed your cheek, her thumb gently brushing against your cheekbone. As she began to smile at you, her grip on your face became tighter by the minute. 
You winced but said nothing, knowing that it would only prove futile. Nothing else mattered than what she did at that very moment. She cared little for what you had to say—what you truly felt.
If you said something against her actions, it would only be worse for you. It was better left alone.
Even in this moment of uncertainty, you knew she only cared for herself. 
You couldn’t help but wish it wasn’t like that. You wished you still had your mother—you wished she had never changed. Sweet nothings, gentle hugs—the grip on your face would be a gentle kiss or a pat on the cheek as she told you how well you had done. But time was fleeting, and the niceties she gave you only lasted so long.
For Lila, however, it was different. She loved her more than she could ever love you—and who wouldn’t? Lila was everything you weren’t. Powerful, beautiful, the spitting image of her mother’s endeavors. 
Your mother didn’t even need to ask to know what you were thinking about. She smirked, her grip lessening but only enough to give her aching hand a break.
“You’ll never be her, you hear me?”
You gave a small nod, wincing.
She smirked softly, tilting her head as she watched you. “Lila’s so much better than you ever will be. I am so much better than you ever will be. You’ll be nothing. You are nothing.”
A part of you wished your mother would have died long ago. You knew how time worked—how many twists and turns it took to get where you needed to go. You knew how your mother could manipulate time at the touch of a button—at the snap of a suitcase. Why couldn’t something long ago have taken her away from the world? Was that too much to ask for?
Apparently, it was. But there was another half that wanted your mother’s love. And a part of you wished Lila was gone, so you could have your mother’s full, undivided attention. 
But you received what Lila didn’t get. All the hatred. The abuse. And maybe that would be worth it, one day, knowing that you protected Lila from your mother’s wrath. Maybe one day, Lila would come to you, telling you how much she appreciated your efforts, even though you never outright chose to do so. 
Your mother spent most of your life picking and choosing what she wanted out of you—what she wanted out of your sister. Neither of you had any say in anything. You didn’t ask for praise or for abuse. Your mother chose that for you.
You knew your mother hated you. And she made sure that was drilled into the depths of your soul, eating you alive at any given moment. 
She gently slapped your cheek, your face red with nail marks from where she had held onto you.
Her smile bared her white teeth, sharp and glinting in the light that came from overhead.
“You will do well to listen to me.” She spoke with an authority that was hard to miss. 
“Yes, mother,” you said, averting your gaze. 
She tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, before grabbing a fistful of it, forcing your head back so you would look at her.
“What was that?”
You swallowed thickly, squeezing your eyes shut. “Yes, Handler.”
“Very good.”
You didn’t need to open your eyes to hear that smirk dripping from her words. To see that cruelly mischievous glint in her eyes. 
“Now go to your room. You’ve done enough damage for the night. And don’t come out until I tell you,” she said, turning away from you. She picked up her glass of red wine, sighing softly. “Lila,” she called after her eldest daughter. “I need to speak with you as well. Nothing is wrong, though, you’re not in trouble, dear.”
Your heart pounded in your chest as you took a step back, pulling away from your mother. You passed by Lila, who stood in the hallway with a solemn expression. It wasn’t her fault. Hell, as long as she was treated with some kind of dignity by your shared mother, maybe it would someday be all worth it. That’s what you were trying to tell yourself, anyway.
But until then, you escaped to your room, the same place you so often found refuge in. This wasn’t your childhood bedroom—no, this was your bedroom now. The one in Dallas, fit with mismatched furniture and a quilt that had to have been as old as you.
But you no longer felt safe—this room sent you into a downward spiral as you fell to your knees by your bed, tears beading in your eyes. 
No longer did you feel as though your heart was in it—in this room that you loved. In this room that you were made to reside in. 
Your heart had shattered into a million pieces, and although it had been some time since it had broke, it still hurt just as badly. 
Your mother, the culprit, the Handler of the Commission, was the reason.
And it seemed as if she’d never stop until she had your life in her hands. 
Fortunately for her, she already did. 
You were her marionette—strings attached to your limbs, barely hanging on, as she swung you around like a rag doll. If you looked just beyond the edge of the stage, one missed step would send you spiraling into a big black hole of nothingness. 
Your mother cared little for your chipping paint or the strings that were slowly fraying. She’d find another way to control you, without the strings—she’d find another way to keep you under her finger.
And when she finally decided she was done with you, she’d kick your legs out from under you, sending you tumbling over the edge of the stage—and that would be the end of you. Of everything you were, and everything she had made you out to be.
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You woke with a start, sheets tangled between your legs. Heart pounding, sweat seeping through your nightclothes. 
She was there, even in your dreams. You thought you had gotten past that. 
You slowly sat up, a groan escaping you. Discomfort riddled your body. Running a hand through your tangled hair, you frowned to yourself. 
You couldn’t escape her, even in the very place she sent you away to. 
Exhaustion settled deep within your bones. If you weren’t careful, dark circles would show eventually. You didn’t need to give the gossiping housewives something else to talk about. You slowly forced yourself out of your bed, struggling to untangle yourself. The quilt on your bed felt heavier than it usually did, arms trembling as you pushed it off of yourself.
A soft meow came from just beneath the bed, an orange ball of fur darting out from under and through your bedroom door. 
You softly sighed, grabbing a dress to start your day. Maybe you’d take a shower first—you’d decide once you went to the bathroom.
The clock just above your dresser read 7 AM. Your nightmares (memories?) had been waking you earlier and earlier, each a reminder of your mother—haunting you to your very core. 
It was unfortunately about to be a very long day—one you weren’t looking forward to, either.
Instead of showering as you had told yourself you would do, you pulled on your dress and tossed up your hair. You couldn't care less. If you needed to go out later, you'd change or fix your hair. Not like you needed to, though. No one ever really paid you half a mind.
The bathroom was cold like it always was during the early mornings. Autumn would be here soon, and it signified that you have spent your third year in the middle of Dallas, Texas, far away from everything you knew. Far away from time, from the backrooms of the Commission.
You looked up at yourself in your mirror, a deep frown set against your features. You couldn't remember a time when you had genuinely smiled—you'd end up with frown lines if you weren't careful (something your mother often warned scolded you about). 
You scoffed at yourself in the mirror, leaving the bathroom after taking only a second more to look at yourself, making sure you did actually look decent. You never knew what could happen. You grabbed your favorite cardigan from your dresser and slipped it on, a yawn escaping you. 
With a huff, you began to trudge to your kitchen. You knew exactly what you needed—a giant mug of coffee.
You had prepared your coffee the night before—all you needed to do now was press the on button and wait for the coffee pot to fill up. You pulled open a cabinet and grabbed your mug, quietly looking out the window.  
Breakfast was the last thing on your mind. After that fiasco as you slept, you weren't sure if you'd feel like eating any time soon.
You’d eat later, you assured yourself, sitting down with a cup of coffee at your dining room table. You rubbed the back of your neck, fading scars just underneath your fingertips. 
The same orange ball of fur that darted out from under your bed rubbed against your leg. 
You looked down, reaching down to pick your baby up. “Hey, pretty girl,” you said. The kitten meowed. Her brother, Peanut, was nowhere to be seen. “How’s my Ginger?” 
She gently nudged against your hand, meowing out. She was hungry—you knew your other cats would be, too. Peanut, who would come running out at the sound of food clinking against glass bowls, would most likely be hiding in the living room, away from your three adult cats who had still yet to get used to the two little ones. 
The little girl you babysat during the week, Darla, would be coming by in the afternoon, begging you to see the kitties—she had lovingly named them after all, her mother apologizing profusely at her daughter’s provocation. But, in a way, the child was endearing. And in a way, she reminded you of yourself, but with a loving mother and a doting father in the mix as well. A child not set up for failure, but for potential success—one that wouldn’t find the commission deep within their back pocket. A child who would live a normal, healthy life with love and happiness. 
You could offer that to your cats. But for yourself? That life was out of the picture. You’d only ever have something like that if the sky fell before your feet, shooting stars littering the ground around you. But maybe then people would just call you crazy like they did in that children’s movie. Your mother hated that movie—said it would put bad ideas into your brain. 
Maybe she was right. 
Your dream—your memories proved her to be right.
You sighed softly and sat your cat back down, picking up your hot mug. Your coffee was made just the way you liked it. Your mother often made things for you, keeping it the way she liked it and no other way. Black, no sugar. Your food was always something she wanted—if you didn’t like it? Too bad. You were eating it regardless. 
You sipped at your coffee, looking out your kitchen window that led out to the garden.
Your thoughts ran a mile a minute, fueled by the caffeine and your anxiety. Your mind was prepared to badger you the rest of the morning, never once giving you a moment of peace. You didn't deserve that. Why would you deserve peace?
Your fingers tapped against the dining table, your mind losing itself yet again to the senseless commotion that always seemed to stick around.
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"Have a good timezone" yes Imma steal that, tank you
If they end up in a haunted house and neither of them could teleport, what do they do?
Sure! Use it to your heart’s content!
I’m going to assume you only want the Sans versions since those are the only ones who can teleport. If you also want the Papyrus versions please let me know!
Sky: US Sans
Red: UF Sans
Razzle: SF Sans
Bear: HT Sans
If you like what you read, please consider dropping a comment.
Time to cast some magic and see what we’ll get!✨
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Sans: Sans is getting more and more paranoid by the second. He doesn’t like this at all. Like, just imagine Luigi in Luigi’s haunted mansion; he’s acting exactly like that. Sans tries to write off all the creaking and groans and movements with very logical explanations.
This tactic of his helped a lot in the start, but the longer he stays in the house the less convinced he’ll be. He wants to leave this place so bad dammit, just let him go.
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Bear: Bear doesn’t teleport anymore anyways because it hurts and brings more danger then it’s worth so he’s not really handicapped compared to the other boys. He doesn’t like to be sneaked up on, he’s already quite paranoid as is. So he doesn’t need any more of that on his plate. My boy will just make his own exit by ramming his body through the old walls of the house like a bull if he doesn’t wanna be there for a second longer. Just locking him inside won’t cut it. The haunted house would need fortified walls.
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Red: Red at first acts confident, thinking someone was just playing a prank on him - no he’s not sweating, you’re imagining things.
As time drags on and Red is getting more paranoid by all the noise and movement. He got his magic crackling in the air, ready to pounce at any moment’s notice like a predator. Or like a cornered animal.
It is until Red is so done with it all, that anger has pushed fear and paranoia to the side. He’s shooting with gaster blasters, he’s plunging bone attacks and so much more at his surroundings. He’s going to make his way out violently. He tried playing nice, now it was time for a not so nice approach.
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Sky: Sky likes watching horror movies. He does not like this at all however. Yet somehow he’s the most calm out of all these lads. He’s making landmarks and a map in his mind, slowly navigating the place for an exit. Sky tries to ignore all the creaks and groans, he tries to avoid looking at the eerie paintings for too long, and attempts to pay just enough attention to the movements within the corners of his vision.
If any of the boys are capable of finding the exit without improvising or violence, it’s him.
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Razzle: Good luck trying to get him in there in the first place! Razzle doesn’t enter any abandoned buildings, especially haunted ones. He doesn’t care if you call him a chicken, he knows very well it’s called an abandoned haunted house for a reason. And he is not in the mood to poke a potential bear - or worse - with a stick. Razzl got better things to do, thank you very much.
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Thank you for participating in this spell, I hope it was to your satisfaction!
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Haunted Hawaii
Finally reached Maui where I've found what I consider the most intriguing stories to write about in my quest to find first hand experiences in paranormal activities, being a foreigner (Hao'le) in these islands, getting the locals to talk you is a bit challenging, especially if it’s about beliefs and culture of these sacred islands, but my listings in the ads in local newspaper with the promise of cash incentive for their story got me some promising leads my name is Richard Jameson writer and author of many books of the paranormal but this will be my first which I will entitle "Haunted Hawaii".
Walking up Keoki's unpaved driveway in a place called Happy Valley felt eerie maybe it was my mixed emotions towards my phone call with before planning my visit, it was in his voice being that Keoki was a bit shaken up still from his encounter which was few weeks earlier. "White lady” he said it was name given by people who encountered her but it never restricted to Maui alone but throughout the Hawaiian island chain, she was never thought of a threat or harm to those met her but she gave a lasting impression to her stooges. It was a night no different from any other Keoki was driving home alone from Iao Valley around 11pm after dropping off a friend it was the usual being that he has done this countless times, till he saw her standing on the side of the road, kind of odd for a woman being out so late at night on a lonely road wearing a white dress or gown of all things with white hair and few strands of black mixed in, Keoki couldn't really see her face being her hair covered most of it, he slowly passed at first but being taught at young age to lend help to anyone who might need a hand especially a Kūpuna (elder) so he stop and circled back to asked if she was ok or needed a ride home, the nearest house in the area she was at least a ½ a mile away so it the logical thing to do for any concern citizen to another to give assistance. She got in the passenger seat, he tried to look at her face in subtle way maybe he would recognize her being that Maui is a small Island where locals tend to know one another, but to no avail so he tried to just focus on his driving, but she did ask for a cigarette which he gladly handed her one. The old lady lit her cigarette and began smoking but kept silent as if she savored every puff , Keoki tried to make small talk asking her name, family name , where she going? but still no answer, as Keoki paid more attention to road contemplating where to drop off his mysterious passenger, smoked filled the whole car she didn’t even bother in rolling her windows down and he was afraid of asking her to he didn’t want to offend her. But rolled the driver window side instead but as the smoke rushed out from the smoke filled car Keoki had felt a cold chill pass through him giving him (chicken skin) Goosebumps and as he thought to look back to talk more to her she was gone, vanished in thin air, she was gone! Keoiki tried to gather himself didn't know what to think of what he just experienced, was it a dream? Was she a figment of his imagination? Ghost? But one thing for sure he sped done out of there doing 90 miles per hour and he wished he could’ve gone faster if not for the winding roads. The following morning he tried to forget what happened the night before but can't seem to let it pass so he said told some of his friends and most of them laughed made fun of him saying he was lucky, and best explanation of it all had a familiar tone to it all he encounter madam Pelé (Hawaiian Fire Goddess, White Lady, Old Lady) and he was fortunate he took the time to entertain her because those who didn't met some unfortunate demise like an accident, sickness or death. I thank Keoki for taking the time to tell me his story of the infamous character giving me my first entry to my book, and asked if he had any other scary stories to tell beside the one he had just given but ended it, he left me hanging out to dry and I wanted more. I reluctantly walked down the driveway but I felt hopeful that I will get to listen and write about more stories on my short stay here, I say short because it’s costing me a fortune being in paradise.
Two days went by without a hitch mainly because the next story I was getting was coming from a group of teenagers and they weren't allowed by their parents to meet me unless it's over the weekend, because they didn’t want my interview to interfere with school work, it was ironic because these boys didn’t look the type of students who made the honor roll. The incident happened on a school night while these boys took a short cut at a Heiau(sacred temple/site) above a community called Hawaiian homes and the only reason they put themselves it that predicament was they were somewhat delinquents so I was told by one of their hanai(foster) parent, I'll disclose giving out their names simply acknowledging them as the boys( Hawaiian names are long anyway). Well they finally made it to our meeting which was at a park right across from the home of one of the boys, with the watchful eye of some neighbors. The story goes, It began with a late afternoon walk going home after playing hookie (truancy) all day which they often did as a group and losing track of time and seeing street lights come on was a bad sign of being in trouble they were already late and due for lickens( spanking) in Hawaiian. Well someone had the brilliant idea of instead of walking the normal route suggested they do a short cut through the Heiau(sacred area) in which everyone reluctantly agreed, even though it was forbidden to do so and that it’s the worst place to be at night mainly because out of respect of Hawaiian culture don’t ever walk in sacred areas, you might trample or stumble on sacred bones of kings that might has been buried in that area. They weren't even in 100 yards into this place till they heard it, beating drums, than they saw it, what looked like fire torches cared by above average sized human figures, which stopped all of them in their tracks each boy froze because they heard about it before but never in a million dreams they thought they would encounter the Hawaiian Night Marchers and they all knew what to do. Lie down and not look upon their faces and stay still till they pass because to look at these warriors who protect sacred land meant death it seemed like hours pass till their ordeal was over, they laughed at the incident mainly because most of them peed in their pants. I'm glad these boys made it home safely to give account of their experience but repeating their actions to cross through sacred land is no more, lesson learned the hard way. I asked if they had nightmares because of the incident but they said “not da kine that would you shi-shi your pants” (wet) and the laughed some more. Well I thank them and off I went to find my next story, it’s hard to believe the story leaving me a little skeptical the account but because my respect towards culture and beliefs of this sacred island maybe just maybe it did really happened but its good writing material I plan to still used it in my book anyways.
The next day I met Dave, not a local but a (Haole) foreigner like me, he contacted me through a friend of a friend with have them in common, and we are both from the Bay area, San Francisco to be exact. We agreed to meet over coffee and I can say MacDonald’s has better drinks than the over price coffee shops around and near my hotel. Dave sat across me and we had a quick introduction before we got started and it all did when he placed a shoe size box on the table. I didn’t know what to think at first, I began to ask myself what’s with the box? Is there bones in it? Is it some kind of old relic? I gave him that impression of being little frustrated guessing what is in it talking to myself so he blurted out “it’s a lava rock” but not just any other rock this one was cursed he explained. Where did you get? “On a tour up Haleaakala” he said as He began to give an account of where and how it came to in his possession. Dave and his wife Brenda signed up to watch the sunrise above the largest (sea level wise) longest dormant volcano in Hawaii or world, and their experience was breathtaking to see the sunrise was one of highlights on their trip. They were also allowed to take some pictures along the crater of the volcano walking around the area Brenda picked up a lava rock with a lots of holes running through it, the natural formation of the rock designed by nature made it alluring to her and she wanted it, then she remembered the rules given by their guide before there tour and that was not take anything rocks, flowers or anything that the stumble upon on the Volcano because its considered sacred to the Hawaiians, so basically you can look but no touching for that matter. Going down the mountain and back to hotel is where she confessed what she did and to Dave he admitted at that time it was no big deal it’s just a rock and it made a decorative paper weight for her home office, but boy was they wrong. The following day the couple got into a freak accident with the rental car when it slammed into a guardrail on the Pali road and the cause according to Dave is it simply ran out brakes, he couldn’t stop so he ran the car through the rail. Because of the accident their vacation was cut short and they went back home. Back in San Francisco Brenda was home a lot her office was there which she placed her precious as an addition to decorate her desk area and immediately weird things started happening she hear strange noises like chanting of some sorts language she couldn’t understand, books would fall from the selves, she felt like someone is in the room with her, it happened so often that every time she’d tell Dave about he would just tease her about it saying her mind is playing tricks on her. Brenda was so traumatized that it drove mad even to the point her health deteriorated lack of sleep, not eating and depressed because no one believed her, than it went after Dave next he said one night he stayed up late and saw the light in his wife’s office flickering so he went to see what was going on and the moment he stepped near her desk some kind of entity picked him up by throat and threw him across the floor and he realized none of this happened before until that rock came into their lives.
The next morning he called the tour company and confessed to their sin about taking the rock when forbidden to do so and asked what to do and they advised to bring the lava rock back because maybe Madam Pele (fire goddess) wants it back. At that’s the reason he is sitting across me that day he flew thousand miles to bring the rock back with an offering so that the curse would be lifted, but Dave said the moment he took the rock out from his home it’s like something was lifted no more voices or weird events it all stopped since. I think this was the first story sent chills down my back and I hope my readers will have the same experience reading it, but the downside it came from a haole (foreigner) it might lose credibility I wish it came from a local, again with all I gathered so far none really stood out except Dave’s story because it’s the only story that someone actually got hurt, maybe Hawaii paranormal are friendly if you play by their rules, do this or don’t do this you’ll live, I’m becoming a little skeptical if I should write this book based on Hawaii ghosts let alone giving it the title “Haunted Hawaii” if there is no real haunting not just friendly who hitch rides and beat drums.
That night I went back to my room tired hoping there were more real stories like Dave’s, so I laid down slept early, than I woke up to the hotel room door opening I opened my eyes to look seeing it a jarred I told myself maybe I forgot close it and I’ll shut it later, but then I saw her silhouette a dark shadowy figure and what seems like she was floating towards me, I wanted to shout but I couldn’t, I wanted to get up and run but I couldn’t, I couldn’t even move, trying my best move an inch but it felt like I was pinned by a strong entity I was desperate and I didn’t where she went my eyes scanned the room it was the only thing that could move looking for her she was gone, (so I thought) till I look towards the ceiling there she was hovering over me, eyes bloody red, mouth opened and not only couldn’t I not move this time I felt like she was sucking the life out of me I was having a hard time breathing I asked myself is this how I’m going to die? Killed by a entity? Did I ask for this? Was it because I said I don’t believe in Hawaiian ghost? Was she here to make herself real to me? I screamed in my mind okay I believe now please let me live! And suddenly just when I was about to give in to my demise, she vanished and whatever feeling had before like being tied down by a supernatural force was a all gone, I didn't sleep well after my trauma I couldn't wait till the sun came up to haul my ass out of my hotel room, jump on a plane and go back home, which it did.
My conclusion to my whole trip was this, I believe when you go chasing after the supernatural looking for ways to entertain your readers be careful! not only are inviting them into your presence but its like you've become their connection to our world, door way so to speak and have then you have audacity to deny they even exist, well your asking for trouble. What happened to me in my last night in Maui is as example of just that, all the demons i made connection with came to my room to make it clear they do exit and they are not to be messed with.
#ghoststories #goosebumps #chickenskin #nightmarchers #whitelady #madampele
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Ghost Hunting with Jungkook
"Aren't we basically like buzzfeed unsolved?" "No, we're not famous and don't make nearly as much money with this."
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A/N: just an idea i had for a while lmao, rewatching all of buzzfeed unsolved helped with writing it i won't lie. might be a series depending on how motivated i'm gonna be. the location they go to here actually exists btw. i usually dont write reader inserts o this was a bit of a challenge, i hope it's enjoyable regardless
WC: 1k
Genre: fluff, just pure fluff, genderneutral reader, established relationship
TW: mentions of car crashes and suicide (when they explain the history of the place), mentions of ghosts
"Why do I still agree on doing this with you all the time?" you say, as you get out of the car you have been in for the last three hours.
"Because you love me and secretly think ghost hunting is fun as well, of course!" Jungkook smiles cheekily at you, knowing you can't argue against him. You do love him after all. But you would appreciate a warning before he drives the both of you into the middle of Hamyanggun to see a haunted restaurant and to shoot a new video for his youtube channel.
"Yeah, yeah whatever you say" you relent as Jungkook pulls you into a side-hug as the both of you look at the restaurant in front of you. The place has an eerie aura to it, but to be fair, most of the places the both of you go to have an eerie aura to them because you are there in the middle of the night. Jungkook never seems to agree with you on that though.
"So, where even are we? Are you gonna explain?"
"I will, after I set up the camera."
You decide to just let Jungkook do his thing, while you take another good look at the building. It doesn't necessarily look haunted, but if you have learned one thing ever since Jungkook has started this specific segment on his channel, it's that the places don't have to look creepy just to creep you out, much to Jungkook's amusement.
Once he is done setting up the camera and has pressed record, he clears his throat once before starting his explanation. "This is the neulbom garden restaurant." He makes a dramatic pause. "It used to be run by a family, until the daughter died in a car crash. The parents committed suicide afterwards because they couldn't live without her. People say the ghosts of the parents are still bound to this place."
"You know, when you started to talk I really thought maybe this will be a normal date for once." Is your only comment to that and Jungkook bursts out in laughter. "Let's go in then, maybe the ghosts serve us dinner." Naturally he ignores the dirty look you send his way for even suggesting to have a dinner with ghosts.
As you both go in, he explains more about the place to his viewers and to you. You could probably live without knowing any of this and really just want to go back home and cuddle with him. However, he is undeniably cute when he talks about something he is interested in. Even if it's ghosts in this case.
"Apparently locals claimed that when you go here, you would order food from a girl, but whenever you asked someone who worked here, they would say there were no female employees here."
"So no ordering foods from random girls showing up?" you interrupt him.
"I mean, I would, but I'd be upset if she gives me ghost food in return."
"Don't talk to ghosts Jungkook."
He only laughs before continuing with what he was talking about before. "The restaurant was actually used even after the original owners died. Employees claimed that whenever they didn't do the dishes, they would be magically done the next day."
The two of you are in the kitchen now, and he looks around. "Sadly there are no dishes left here that can be magically done today."
Jungkook turned the camera around so the viewers can see the abandoned kitchen as well. There are no dishes left. Nor anything else you would need in order to cook. The paint is peeling from the wall already. It makes sense considering the place has been abandoned for a while now.
"Well anyways, people say that in the night you can hear loud noises in here. Like the sound of someone washing the dishes."
Your boyfriend barely manages to finish the sentence before he has to laugh. "This goes in the history as the most boring ghosts ever." He declares once he regained his breath.
"I don't know, they seem like nice ghosts." The restaurant is definitely nicer to be in than some of the other locations Jungkook has taken you to as well. You appreciated some ghosts that do your dishes instead of killing you. It's a good change.
"Of course you would say that, but that's because you are scared of the evil ghosts sweetheart."
"I don't want to be killed by a ghost, sue me." you grumble and cross your arms, but you can't be mad for long when he presses a kiss to your cheek.
You both continue to explore the place, even though there isn't much to explore. If anyone else would have made you drive for four hours just for this you'd probably tell them to never speak to you again. But it's Jungkook that dragged you here. And it's practically impossible for anyone to be mad at Jungkook.
"Well, this is it for the video I think. One day we will get an actual ghost on camera. I can feel it in my bones."
"I hope your bones are wrong."
"My bones are never wrong."
And just like that he ends the recording. You don't really know how Jungkook will make this specific trip look interesting. After all the two of you literally just went into an empty restaurant that looked a little bit worse for wear. But Jungkook is good at editing and his fans enjoy whatever he does, so you leave it to his amazing editing skills to make the whole thing look interesting.
"So.." he trails off, clearly wanting to say something. You raise an eyebrow at him. "Since we are already in Hamyang, wanna stay the night here and go to the maisan park tomorrow? Like as a date?"
It was truly funny, how despite being literally the bravest person in the world when it came to dealing with ghosts, Jungkook still turned just a bit shy when asking you for dates. The two of you have been in a relationship for a while now, but he never really got over that initial shyness. It's endearing.
"And no ghosts there?"
"Definitely no ghosts there. Or well, probably no ghosts there. The reviews didn't mention any, but maybe the ghosts like to not be seen there."
"Then okay, let's go on a date there tomorrow."
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