#antis need not interact thnx

[asettledsky]

The Beetlejuice re-opening night buzz has me falling down the rabbit hole again.

Oh no

#beetlejuice #beetlebabes #musicalbabes #antis need not interact thnx

[deliciouslycrookedme]

Ranking All the Fears by How Much I Vibe With Them

Including an additional fear scale for how much I’m actually scared of them--because no one asked.

The Eye. Curiosity may have killed the cat, but I do not learn from mistakes and that’s a promise. My entire life is voracious media consumption. I asked my doctor if I could watch my own surgery (the answer was no D:). 10/10 would OwO again. Fear scale: Elias/10. I’ll overshare myself, no need to compel me.

The Spiral. The creativity! The endless possibility of shameless lying! As a writer, this speaks to me. My secret hobby is building in Sims, so I do enjoy a good door. Would redecorate for sure. Fear scale: Helen/10. It would absolutely terrify me, but I’d either get used to it fairly quickly, or embrace it and get yaoi hands.

The Vast. The fandom thinks it’s sexy--and they’re right. Something about looking at a brewing storm gives me such unadulterated joy. And the ocean? Inherently erotic. However, I’m also very scared of heights and almost drowned twice. Fear scale: Jon/10.

The End. I am terrified of the idea of non-existence, and how inexorable it is. But there’s something profoundly comforting about it, too, like standing atop a mountain that bends to no wind. If the Vast is on the cover of Vogue, the End is an avant garde instagram model. Fear scale: Michael Crew/10. I’m scared and I love it.

The Lonely. The fog aesthetic appeals to me on a primal level. However, I’d like to think that as a person, I’ve moved on from self-imposed isolation (thnx Mr Therapist xoxo). Fear scale: Martin/10. I’d send it a strongly worded letter and it’d run away, afraid of confrontation.

The Stranger. As a former actor, I couldn’t rank it lower. I delight in sending my friends uncanny memes and straight-up disturbing rubbish. I don’t feel any kind of way about taxidermy and plastic, but the whole garish circus thing is giving me delicious schadenfreude. However, fear scale: average statement-giver/10. Much as I inflict it on others, I’m also terrified of it, and keep expecting a creepy plastic smile to meet my eyes when I wake (thanks Jonny).

The Web. I like spiders, actually, and in this essay--just kidding, but I could. I’m not above having a drawn-out philosophical debate about free will, either. But most of the time? I don’t care, Annabelle. I do things because they amuse me. I don’t care if it’s free will or not. Stop calling. Fear scale: Dog guy/10. Leave me alone, I’ve things to do.

The Dark. We’re heading into the ‘meh’ territory folks. My wardrobe is all-black, and their ritual sounds metal. But, just like pure colours, it only gets so deep. Fear level: Basira/10. I guess I’m scared, but won’t lose sleep over it. RIP to the blanket guy but I’m different.

The Buried. Anti-capitalism is the saving grace of this one. Trapped in a job you can’t escape any time soon? Mood. Other than that, I enjoy spamming ‘DIG’ on the server, but that’s about it. Fear level: Buried avatar from that direct statement/10. If I ever were in that situation, I’d be scared, but the thought of it inspires nothing.

The Hunt, the Slaughter, the Flesh. I lumped them all here because I have little to say about them. Jared Hopworth do not interact. While war scares me as such, I find Slaughter statements to be the least engaging. Would play fetch with the Hunt, preferably with Jared’s bones. Fear scale: Tim/10. 

The Corruption. My first rented flat had a terrible roach infestation and I never recovered. The idea of being ‘infested’ with friends and family, of being one with them, frankly unnerves me. I need my metaphorical and literal personal space. This is the real Buried. Fear scale: Nope/10.

The Desolation. This one just makes me angry. I love you Agnes but your cult? Your Entity? Absolute bitter dumbasses. The very concept of seeking out happy people to destroy makes me wanna bludgeon something, but above all, it makes me smugly sad for you. Luckily for everyone else, you’ve got exactly zero braincells. Fear scale: Gertrude/10. Pathetic.

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[cupcakemolotov]

Alien!Klaus invades earth + he sees Caroline thnx!

This ended up being more horror than I’d anticipated. I hope you like it.

Caroline remembered their first contact.

She’d holed up in a bunker with her sick mom, watching the news as these strange, human-like beings were greeted by a special team. Her dad was part of that team, and her mouth was dry as dust, watching him shake hands with the stiff looking man. Caroline had been a little disappointed, that they seemed so normal. Tall, thin, dark hair and eyes. Mostly human features. They spoke with clipped, slightly strange accents, but overall, they seemed like friendly aliens.

Six years later, and she was regretting those years of relief. Shifting to a slightly better position, she kept her grip on her gun firm and not white knuckled in panic only through years of practice. Sweat dripped down her spine, a mixture of the fever she’d been fighting for the last three days and the adrenaline that was coursing through her veins.

Caroline knew Klaus somewhere nearby, hunting her. What was left of the base was a hollow silence, and she cursed that the ringing in her ears was so loud. Careful, bare toes nearly silent on the concrete, she kept her pace slow as she moved with the wall at her back.

When her mom had died, she’d joined her dad and followed him from base to base, staying as far away from the aliens as she could while he studied and played intermediate for them. Caroline was too big of a target for anti-alien groups to be allowed the normal college experience, so she juggled her language and communication program online. Bill was proud, thinking that she wanted to follow in his footsteps, but that wasn’t the future Caroline wanted.

She’d never been able to put a finger on what it was about these pale, dark eyed men who roamed the hallways that left her uneasy. The few times she’d been forced to interact with them they’d been polite, and strangely intent while they spoke to her.

Then the alien's leadership had shown up. Caroline had gleaned the the aliens didn’t think of leaders the way humanity did, and she was pretty sure the concepts of democracy had amused them. Like watching children play with toy soldiers.

Their leader had broken the mold of every alien they’d met before. A head of riotous curls, dimples that captivated millions, and an innate magnetism that drew diplomats to him like a moth. He’d even taken a human name, Klaus. He’d brought with him those he’d referred to as his family, a woman with hair as blond as Caroline’s own, and a man of dark hair and eyes whose smile devoured.

Even in the privacy of her mind, she’d been wary to name them as her gut had warned. A hunting party. Her proud father had introduced her with his beaming smile, and Caroline couldn’t have named what it was about Klaus’ smile, the blue of his eyes, that left her so disconcerted.

For next two years, Klaus had walked in and out of her life. At first, it had seemed innocent enough. The occasional question for clarification. A random meeting in hallways. But slowly, she’d started to feel like she was being circled by a predator searching for a weakness. Caroline had put effort into changing up her schedule, for making random decisions that weren’t so predictable, but nothing she’d done had shaken him.

It’d alarmed her, how easily he could pull her into a conversation that could swallow the time, until she realized she was late for a meeting. Or how distracting his hands could be, when Klaus was sketching out some detail the scientists wanted about this cluster of that system. Sometimes, she’d find herself absorbed by the sound of his voice, the slightly cajoling tone he used as he drew out the curiosity she’d done her best to bury.

Worse was how he’d started popping into her dreams. Caroline was no stranger to fantasizing, her sex life was super limited thanks to her dad. There was no denying that Klaus was easy on the eyes, but it was the way he looked at her those mornings after, a glint behind his gaze and just a hint of something barely contained, that sent her pulse skipping.

A week ago, she’d accepted a position away from Bill, away from the more active parts of the alien culture immersion project. A chance to take a breather, to live a life not surrounded by soldiers, her every word recorded and stored for analyzing. A chance to follow the dreams she’d promised her mom she couldn’t forget.

She hadn’t told Klaus she was leaving.

Then the day she was supposed to take transportation off base, everything had gone to hell. One of the scientists had gotten sick. By noon, the entire team was down. It had moved too quickly, personal all too slowly, to quarantine it. Flights had been grounded, personal denied access to leave.

Caroline had sat alone in her room, watching news on her laptop as reports of the virus had broken out across the globe, so many people falling sick. But it had been a single screenshot of Klaus, at the alien consulate in Paris, smiling in the background of a picture that had turned her blood to ice.

It looked like an invasion after all.

An hour later, and the base had gone dark. Yesterday, people had started to disappear. Caroline had been careful not avoid humans and aliens alike, sneaking through the halls and vents she knew so well. It worked in her favor that the base was dark as she skulked around for supplies.

That morning, she’d woken from her hiding place, sweating and shivering, knowing that Klaus had returned. She’d been overly careful, avoiding softly echoing voices, but the fever had only gotten worse. Shivering, she pressed into a corner in the mess hall, listened to the ghosts in her ears and tried to focus.

“You know sweetheart, you’ve been giving my men fits. I admire your determination but what do you hope to accomplish?”

Caroline set her teeth as Klaus stepped out of the shadows. He’d discarded the perfectly fitted suits she was used to seeing him in. Instead, the fabric absorbed the light in a way she’d never seen, and it looked ridiculously soft to the touch.

“What have you done with everyone else?”

His smile was too white in the dark, and maybe it was her fever, but his canines looked sharp. She shuddered when she looked back at his eyes, at the black veins that ran into his eyes. “The ones who survive the fever will be collected in due time.”

She wasn’t entirely conscious of pulling the hammer of her pistol, but he stopped moving at the sound. His smile widened, and the dimples just emphasized the blade of his mouth. “I will shoot you.”

“But what’s the point?” He questioned. “My people have been here for six years, love. We’ve sown the seeds of our disease into your water, into your very earth. You carry it in your veins, and it’s burning you up from the inside out. When you survive it, you’ll no longer be quite what you are now.”

“So this was an invasion.”

Another step. “Of course it was. My people need resources, and humanity is a renewable one. You have been for generations. Did you imagine your Egyptian Pyramids and your Nazca Lines were anything but a map?”

Caroline kept her gun stubbornly leveled. “A map for what?”

His face changed, sudden fangs leaving her dizzy. Their was nothing humane in his eyes now, just an endless pit that threatened to swallow her whole. “Food, love. The same reason we came before, the reason we’ll come again. Earth is the perfect breeding ground, and we’ve come for our harvest.”

Her breath hitched into her lungs, and his next step brought the barrel of her gun directly into his chest. She shook her head, knees locking to fight the way the room swayed. “No. No you can’t…”

Klaus pushed the gun aside and swept her off her feet. She struggled for a moment, and Klaus made a low shushing sound, plucking the gun from her fingers. “Don’t fret so, sweetheart. Do you think I’d let your fate be the same as your species? You with your intelligence, your curiosity?”

Caroline struggled to stay coherent as he walked, brain scrambling uselessly for an escape. Exhaustion was heavy in her bones and the steady heartbeat under her ear was hypnotic. “I’m human.”

What might have been a kiss was pressed lightly to the crown of her hair. “You were. Shall I tell you of your new homeworld? What you’re becoming?”

She tried to fight the pull of his voice, but it dragged her under as he described her his people, the world he lived in. Caroline slipped into an inky blackness with his promise following her down into the spiral. You’ll make a magnificent predator.

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