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[ michelle pfeiffer, cis woman, she/her ] — whoa! evie crane just stole my cab! not cool, but maybe they needed it more. they have lived in the city for their whole life, working as the owner of cover to cover. that can’t be easy, especially at only 63. some people say they can be a little bit reserved and feisty, but I know them to be charming and passionate. whatever. I guess I’ll catch the next cab. hope they like the ride back to manhattan! — (penned by sky, 23, gmt, she/her, no triggers)

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basics:

• full name: yvette cecilia crane (née reinhardt)

• nicknames: evie (preferred name) ; eve (by her family)

• gender: cis female

• pronouns: she/her

• sexuality: bisexual (male leaning)

• aesthetics: old leather books, firewood, red wine, expensive perfume, roses, white silk, highlighted and annotated scripts, red velvet, herbal tea

• age: 63

• date of birth: 8th may 1960

• zodiac sign: taurus

• residence: a old townhouse in manhattan

• occupation: owner of cover to cover bookshop ; former actress

appearance:

• faceclaim: michelle pfeiffer

• voice claim: michelle pfeiffer

• height: 5’ 6”

• build: average ; a little skinny

• eyes: light blue

• hair: dyed red with blonde money piece highlights (is a natural blonde)

• piercings: earlobes and left helix

• tattoos: (x) (x)

• style:

personality:

• positive traits: charming, passionate, kind, compassionate, helpful, trustworthy, loyal, nurturing

• negative traits: reserved, feisty, stubborn

• likes: spending time with her family, reading, music. parties, film and television, sweet food, coffee, shopping, singing

• dislikes: spicy food, extremely hot or cold weather, prejudice, heavy metal, sports, being interrupted, arrogance

• phobias: insects (particularly snakes and spiders)

• hobbies: reading, writing, photography, watching films, singing, playing the piano, gardening

family:

• mother: anita genevieve reinhardt (née douglas)

• father: claude frederick reinhardt

• siblings: julian nathaniel reinhardt & marielle frances pennington (née reinhardt) — julian is four years older and marielle is eighteen months older

• husband: tbd (see wanted connections below)

• biological child: tbd (see wanted connections below)

• adopted children: violet hú & other tbd (see wanted connection below)

• pets: a female black cat named audrey

favourites:

• colours: red, gold, silver

• food: caramel apple strudels

• drink: red wine

• film: gentlemen prefer blondes (1953)

• song: dreams by fleetwood mac

• time of the day: evening

• weather: sunshine

• season: autumn

bio:

• evie was born to a swiss-german father and a scottish-american mother in new york city on the late morning of 8th may 1960. her father worked in the german translation section at the united nations headquarters in new york and her mother was history professor at nyu.

• her mother had called her evie from the day she was born, so grew up preferring it over her full name. her father called her eve, but had always been indifferent to it until she was a little older. he also taught her and her siblings to speak fluent german, which is something evie still retains to this day.

• she gets along well with both of her siblings, but is closer to her brother nate. he was the one that encouraged her to pursue her dreams of being an actress and helped her to steal clothes from their mother’s wardrobe to use as costumes in their own homemade plays.

• her parents were often busy with work, but they always made time for their children. they spent their vacations in italy, portugal, and mexico and was the best time for them all to relax and be a family. they also often played board games together, had movie nights, and would celebrate holidays like christmas in excess.

• despite not really enjoying school, evie had consistently good grades. she liked drama, english, history, and sociology the most and even helped put on several school shows. she was incredibly popular and it helped to boost her confidence. she also had her first boyfriend in high school and the two were together for almost three years.

• evie attended juilliard, which she enjoyed far more than high school, and landed a small part in a popular drama show straight after graduating. she also took up a part time job at a local independent bookstore after filming wrapped and loved every minute of being surrounded by books and fellow avid readers.

• it was a little over a year before evie found a decent film role: playing the daughter in a wealthy victorian family whose lives were being haunted by a demonic supernatural force. her acting was praised and she gained a lot of attention from both critics and audiences. she then went straight into filming a sequel, which shot to the top of the box office.

• after the stellar success of her first two films, evie moved out to los angeles. she shared an apartment with a fellow actress named emily and the two eventually formed a romantic relationship. they were together for eight months before things started to strain and the two realised they couldn’t live together, so evie moved out and found a smaller apartment to live alone in.

• evie had several flings with both men and woman whilst living and working in los angeles. she knew very well that the majority of them only wanted to be with her because of her fame, but it didn’t faze her, even when her relationships were subject to being exposed by the tabloids: she was proud of who she was and wasn’t afraid of publicly calling out bigots.

• for the next few years, evie was between california and new york, starring in several films, two long-running tv shows, and a small handful of plays (with one even touring the entire country) and became more popular with each production she was a part of. she met her eventual husband on one of the film sets and they instantly hit it off, but it took her a while to admit that she did, in fact, have feelings for him. in what little free time they had they went out for restaurant dates, strolls in the park, and tried out some fun new activities they’d both been scared to do on their own. it was clear to them both that they were making one another a better, more confident and more loving person.

• eventually evie became so exasperated with all the attention and the invasion of privacy and the relentless hounding of the paparazzi. the press kept trying to dig into her private life and even tried to give mr crane some unwanted time in the limelight. she came to conclusion that she needed to slow down and prioritise what she wanted in life instead: a family. up to this point evie had wanted children, but never had the opportunity because of her hectic work life and because she never had a truly stable relationship. but now she had mr crane and was madly in love with him in every possible way; she couldn’t imagine a better man to be a father. the topic of children eventually came up in conversation and it was something that solidified their relationship. spontaneously, mr crane proposed, eager to proceed to the next step of their journey together, and evie accepted.

• the two quickly packed their belongings and moved back to new york city. during that same week she and mr crane were married in a small ceremony (it was rushed, after all) and neither of them could have been happier. they spent their two week honeymoon in hawaii and one night, after a lengthy discussion, evie decided that she wanted to open her own bookshop, specialising in secondhand books.

• in the autumn of 1992, a year after the opening of cover to cover, their son/daughter was born and neither of them could have been happier and more grateful. they both took to being parents like ducks to water and evie often had her baby with her as she worked, which a lot of customers loved.

• something, however, felt incomplete about their family. evie’s child’s birth had been traumatic and painful and she didn’t think she could put herself through that again, but both her and mr crane wanted more children. the best solution was adoption. it didn’t take long for them both to find fifteen year old violet hú and her sibling and the cranes knew they were going to live those kids as if they were their own flesh and blood.

• the cranes provided a loving and supportive home for the siblings and gave them their own spaces in their home to decorate as their own. it was also a chance for them to really start to follow their dreams without hindrance or fear of being stopped. the cranes treated their adoptive children with the respect and kindness they deserved and never made them feel like they didn’t belong. moreover, when evie found out that violet was interested in acting it was an incredible opportunity for them to bond. the cranes also never misses any of violet’s performances; they’re so proud of what she has achieved and what she will go on to do.

• every now and then, evie likes to spend time at a local club performing singing and acting for cabaret nights. singing had always been a passion of hers and never truly managed to show off her voice when acting in film and tv.

• most of evie’s customers at cover to cover know of her accolades, but she’s determined to stay down to earth and involve herself in the community. she is also involved in literary charities and does little fundraisers at her shop for both literary charities and for local charities.

wanted connections:

• mr crane: the love of evie’s life. they’ve been together for almost 35 years and they’re still as much in love with each other as they were at the time they met. he, too, was in the film & television industry (doing what exactly is up to you!) and maybe he still is or maybe, like evie, has given up that life to pursue some other passion. they live together in their manhattan home and proud parents to three children (one biological and two adopted)

• the cranes’ biological child: no matter how old they are, evie’s child will always be her baby. she has made sure that they have grown up safe, comfortable, and loved, and is proud of them no matter what career path they’ve chosen to taken. the child themself is also a very proud older sibling to two adoptees: violet hu and (other tbd) and has always been around took after them and make them feel a part of the family.

• the cranes’ youngest adopted child: more info can be found here

• old friends: maybe your muse is still acting or maybe they’ve retired too, but nevertheless they have been friends with evie- going through thick and thin together- since their amateur acting days. they could have met at juilliard or on the first day of shooting a film. they always attend each other’s christmas parties and other such get-togethers as well as going for nights out in Manhattan. they’re also like an uncle or aunt to evie’s children and are practically a family member.

• regular customers: like evie, your muse might be a fellow bookworm, absolutely having to read the latest bestseller and to catch up with all the classics; maybe they’re looking for something new (or in this case, old) to try, maybe they want to make some friends in their fellow readers, and maybe they even want to hear stories of evie’s acting days.

#❝𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴❞ ╱ bio #boroughs.intro

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RED CHRISTMAS (Billy Lenz)

The idea for this story came to me in a dream, hope you guys enjoy!! Billy Lenz just needs some friends, honestly. I also really really love Black Christmas, its one of my favorite movies, so I hope I write Billy well :')) let me know if you're interested in a part 2!!

Billy Lenz + Sorority Girls (platonic)

Summary: "Hello?" She spoke softly. "Are you alright?" Jess's expression melted from confusion to concern. Billy nodded quickly, chewing on the skin on his lips. Surely she knew about Claire and was asking just to see if he'd lie. She'll know he lied and then she'll- "Do you need help?" Jess's voice cut through Billy's spiraling thoughts and his head snapped over to where she now stood beside him. WARNING: minor violence, mental health issues, discussion of pregnancy & related issues (Billy is NOT SA'd)

Billy stared vacantly at Claire Harrison, watching her as she packed her bags in preparation to leave. Christmas was in a few days and many of the sorority girls had planned to leave. Watching Claire play with the cat, Claud, Billy chewed anxiously on his fingernails as he stayed hidden in his spot in his closet. Sneaking into the sorority itself hadn't been difficult. Attic windows were rarely locked. Moving about had required precision and caution on Billy's part since the girls were still unpredictable to him, but he could change that. He could make them predictable.

People were predictable when they were afraid.

Snapping himself back to the moment, Billy watched carefully as Claire gravitated closer and closer to his hiding spot in the closet. His recent phone call had really rattled the girls earlier - Claire especially. He'd been calling the house for a few weeks now but only recently snuck in, feeling bolder than he had in weeks.

There was no rhyme or reason to choosing these girls. Maybe parts of them reminded him of Agnes, of his mother, or of something entirely different. Billy didn't have a reason for killing the way he did.

(The little girl in the park had been an accident. Just an accident. She'd seen him sneaking around and he had to kill her or else she'd call someone. Then Billy would be in trouble. And Billy didn't want to be in trouble.)

The rustling of Claire moving to grab something in the closet had Billy lunging for her throat, grabbing the startled girl around the neck and slamming her head into the wall, immediately knocking her unconscious. Billy just stared at his hands, watching them shake as they gripped her neck, before lifting her up into his arms.

Hauling her up into the attic took some doing but he was stronger than his lankier appearance let on.

The attic itself was dark, dusty, and quiet. Just the way Billy liked it. Wooden planks made up the floor that gave his hands tiny splinters for him to pull out with his teeth, cobwebs covering all the old clothes, boxes, props the sorority used when promoting themselves for new members, and clouded windowpanes from years without cleaning.

A sole, comfortable rocking chair was set up by the window. Tying the girl to the rocking chair had been easy. So was wrapping a cloth around her mouth so she couldn't scream if she awoke. Billy ignored the way his hands shook as he worked, mumbling to himself as he did so. Mama had to be in her usual spot, his mind cried. Right by the windowsill with Agnes just like he remembered.

Kneeling in front of the chair, Billy Lenz stared at the unconscious girl. Brown hair, big doe eyes, and a softness to her that Billy craved. The opposite of everything his mother was but very accurate to the version of herself that he made in his head. Billy remembered his mother to appear very kind and approachable, sweet, and delicate to Agnes.

Billy always made her angry, always got in her way. He remembered the way her face would twist and contort whenever he was in a room with her. As though to share her space was an insult that Billy could never hope to apologize for.

His mother was always crueler and scarier when she was yelling at him.

But she wasn't yelling now. He glanced up nervously at the unconscious girl before focusing his attention back on the dirty attic floors. He had control now. His mother was gone and his sister was gone. He was in control now.

"Little baby bumpin', daddy's gone a-huntin', gone to fetch a rabbit skin to wrap his baby Agnes in..." He sang softly to himself, voice cracking slightly, as he took the leg of the chair and rocked it slowly, eyes fixed to the spot where the girls shoes scuffed the dusty wooden floor.

Hearing the muffled sounds of the sorority girls' voices, Billy lifted his head slowly. Most of the girls were leaving for the Christmas break but a few would be staying behind, for one reason or another. The girl Barb was staying - he overheard that phone call right before calling the house.

Calling the sorority house. Yes, he'd done that. Stupid Billy, he hissed in his own head. Stupid, stupid Billy. It had been such an impulse, such a horrible idea from a horrible, horrible boy-

"Hello Peter?" The girl's voice pulled him from his thoughts, listening intently as she spoke. "I just want to talk to you." Her voice was low, hard to make out. Billy crept towards the door that led the attic and opened it slowly to hear better. Jess, he was able to identify. He was always hyperaware of their voices - and of the girls themselves - at all times. "Nothing's the matter, I just need to talk to you. In person. It's important." Billy stared at the carpeted floor of the sorority house from his spot, hovering over the ladder. He couldn't climb down but he didn't need to see the girls face to see her frustrated expression.

He'd already heard Jess talk to Phyl about the pregnancy.

In his own, twisted way, Billy wanted her to get the abortion too. Remembering his own childhood, remembering Agnes' life, he didn't want to see Jess turn into his mother. Though he could bear to see her annoying boyfriend meet his father's demise.

Billy hadn't been the one to kill his dad, after all. Maybe it would do Jess some good to embody his mother just a little bit.

"Peter, it's important!" Jess huffed again. "I'm not telling you over the phone because it needs to be in person." Billy felt out of his body as he crept down the ladder slowly. "Peter-" Jess huffed before angrily hanging up the phone. Billy made his way to the banister of the stairs and crouched down, watching Jess wrap her arms around herself. She stared at the fire for a moment before turning to sit on the couch. "Honestly, the nerve of that boy..." She huffed to herself before noticing a shadow on the floor and looking up at the stairs.

Both she and Billy jolted in surprise when her eyes landed on him. "Oh, are you from the party?" Jess asked, making Billy's head tilt slightly. "You should head home, it's late." She rubbed her eyes for a moment. "Unless you're keeping one of the girls company...?" Normally she didn't mind whatever boys her sorority sisters invited over but something about this guy gave her the creeps. She pushed the thought from her mind as quick as it came because, no, that was irrational. Sure he looked dirty and startled but that didn't mean he was dangerous!

Billy, however, stared at her with wide eyes, partially out of fear and largely out of confusion. Why would he be keeping them company? Did she know about Claire? Oh god-

"Hello?" She spoke softly. "Are you alright?" Jess's expression melted from confusion to concern. Billy nodded quickly, chewing on the skin on his lips. Surely she knew about Claire and was asking just to see if he'd lie. She'll know he lied and then she'll- "Do you need help?" Jess's voice cut through Billy's spiraling thoughts and his head snapped over to where she now stood beside him, her look of concern reminding him of the social worker- When had she come up the stairs?

"Help." He repeated, mimicking her tone. She raised an eyebrow at that, a nervous smile on her face.

"Do you know where you are?" She spoke softly, looking Billy up and down as he slowly stood up. Billy hated that look and quelled the urge to dig his fingernails into her neck by digging them into the thick fabric of the hem of his sweater instead.

"No." He said quietly, eyes locked on the floor. He was out of his depth here. He wasn't supposed to be found. He hissed softly, gripping his hair in frustration and yanking, trying to ground himself. Why had he climbed down, what was he doing, everything was going to be ruined-

His franticness seemed to alarm her. "It's alright," she gently took his wrists and tugged gently in hopes he'd move his arms. He stared up at her with wide, fearful eyes. "I'm not going to hurt you. I want to help."

For a moment, Billy believed her. Jess seemed kind, genuinely concerned about him. His eyes flickered between her face and her hands as he mumbled to himself. "Do you want something to drink? Maybe sitting down will help." She let go of him gently and Billy felt the weight in his chest lift slightly. Drinks would be good, yeah.

He let Jess take his hand and walk him downstairs.

The downstairs kitchen wasn't anything phenomenal. Plain but useful, decorated to the nines for Christmas like everything else in the house. Jess busied herself with making hot cocoa for the strange man and eyed him curiously as he sat down in one of the old dining room chairs, staring at her.

He was interesting. The green turtleneck he wore reminded her briefly of Peter but his messy, dark brown curls made him different. Green eyes obscured by hair that seemed to stare into her very soul the longer she looked. He was dirty and covered in dust, like he'd been crawling around the attic or something. She looked away, feeling his eyes bore holes into her. He was odd.

But something about him made her feel sympathetic. Afraid, absolutely, but she worried about him.

Cutting a piece of the warm pumpkin cake Barb made and grabbing a candy cane, she brought the steaming mug into the dining room and set the small plate and cocoa in front of the man, who continued to stare up at her.

"We have marshmallows and whipped cream if you want that as well," she hummed as she sat down. Billy glanced at the cake curiously before taking the fork in a shaking hand and eating vigorously.

Jess felt her brow furrow. With how he was acting, she wondered when the last time he ate was. There was no way Barb's cooking was this good. "Do you know your name?" She asked hesitantly, feeling the mans eyes on her. She wasn't sure if he had a head injury or just didn't want to speak but if he was dealing with amnesia, her work may be cut out for her there.

It was snowing too much to drive out to a hospital right now...

"...Billy." He mumbled quietly, cutting Jess from her thoughts.

"Well Billy," he liked the way she said his name with her accent, "it's nice to meet you. My name is Jess."

"Jess." Billy repeated, mimicking her accent to the best of her ability. Jess seemed somewhat amused by it, giving him a light smile.

"You're very fond of voices, aren't you?" Billy shrugged, sipping on the cocoa and finally taking his eyes off her. "What other voices can you do?"

Billy's head snapped up harshly, staring Jess down. Usually people were annoyed by Billy doing voices, never asked him to do more. He was too loud, too annoying, too- "Tonight, one of these three contestants will become champion, and win a 1975 automobile, $10,000 in cash, or $25,000 in cash. And now, let's meet the star of Jeopardy!, Art Fleming!" Billy lowered the octave of his voice, repeating the lines he'd heard from the TV a few nights ago.

Jess laughed and Billy felt himself freeze. "Wow, okay. So you can do a lot of voices then." Her smile was infectious and Billy could feel himself smiling. He nodded shyly, drinking from the mug again. "Well, I'm sure Barb will get a kick out of that too." Blinking at the name, Billy hummed in thought. Barb was the girl staying behind who wanted to visit her mother. Skiing, he recalled. "Do you have somewhere to stay?" Billy glanced up at Jess, staring her down.

"...No." He said softly, chewing at the skin on his fingers anxiously. Jess didn't seem surprised but frowned slightly.

"Well, I suppose you can sleep on the couch. I'll give a note to the girls still here that you're downstairs so they don't freak out." Billy nodded as Jess took the empty dishes from him, leaving him to chew thoughtfully on the candy cane. "I'll grab you some blankets and pillows, wait here!" Jess smiled before hurrying upstairs, socked feet padding on the carpeted stairs.

The spare closet at the end of the hall by the attic usually had extra blankets and pillows inside for emergencies. When she opened the small closet, Jess busied herself by grabbing a thick, wool blanket and a plain white pillow and used her hip to shut the door. She paused when she noticed the attic door was open and rolled her eyes, reaching up to shut it. Really, Barb and Phyll should've shut it after getting decorations!

Lord knows the draft up there would give them all dreadful colds.

Jess quietly shut off the upstairs lights on her way back down, almost relieved to see Billy had made himself at home on the couch, staring blankly at the fire until he heard the girl approach him.

Billy watched her cautiously, biting the candy cane and sucking it to a sharp point. Grinning to himself, he started laughing quietly. How had he gotten himself into this- this mess?! Biting down on the candy cane to hold it in his mouth freed up his hands to pull anxiously at his curly hair.

Jess set the blankets and pillows down cautiously beside her before looking him over. "Do you want a shower or anything? I'm not sure how many spare clothes I have but, if you want to get clean, I can-"

A knock at the door made Billy shriek, like he'd been stabbed.

Jess froze, yelping as well when her guest shrieked, covering his ears with his hands. That... was odd, but she tried to push it down. "It's alright Billy, probably just late-night carolers or something," she tried to reassure him calmly as Billy peered at her nervously. "I'll go check, it's alright." Jess stood from the couch and made her way to the window and peeled back the curtains, frowning at the figure of a single man standing there.

When she looked back over at the couch, Billy wasn't anywhere to be seen. As she looked around frantically, Peter pounded again on the door, begging to be let in. Jess sighed, more annoyed than anything. So first Peter wanted to wait and now he was suddenly interested in what she had to say? Honestly, sometimes it was like he loved that piano more than her.

First, she needed to find where Billy ran off to. Out of the corner of her eye, Jess spotted movement in the kitchen and let out a relieved sigh. "It's alright Billy, it's just my boyfriend Peter..."

Poking his head out into the entryway of the hall, he simply stared at her. Those big green eyes once again made her feel unsettled except for the fact he didn't seem... dangerous? He was weird for sure but the girl didn't think he was that dangerous. After all, she was in college for psychology. She'd recognize anything hostile in him.

Peter's incessant knocking was grating on her nerves. "One moment Billy," she sighed before turning on her heel and marching to the front door. After a bit of a jiggle of the tricky handle, it opened.

"Jess! Leaving me to freeze out there? After I came all this way?" Peter pouted dramatically, shrugging off his jacket and pushing past Jess into the sorority house.

She crossed her arms over her chest. "I didn't think you'd be coming. You said you were getting rest, tomorrow's important to you."

"Well, you piqued my interest," Peter explained with an insincere smile. "Besides, I can't sleep if something's on your mind. What's going on?" Slowly, Peter's eyes shifted to behind Jess and he looked alarmed. "Who's THIS?"

Jess looked over her shoulder at Billy, who stood in the entryway to the kitchen with a candy cane stuffed in his mouth, the point aimed at Peter. If looks could kill, her boyfriend would be ash at her feet. "That's Billy," Jess smiled, "he's from the party earlier."

"So... why's he downstairs with you alone?" Peter gave a concerned look to Jess. "Jess, sweetie, is he bothering you? Just say the word and I'll-"

"Pig bitch..." Billy muttered, voice slurred by the candy cane. Jess felt herself freeze. That voice. She had thought it familiar at first but that phrase... only one person she knew said that. The Moaner. The horrible, awful Moaner on the phone who was now in the house. Had been in the house the whole time. Oh my god he was in the house and she fed him and offered him to spend the night?!

Jess felt close to fainting but she held it together.

"What did you say?" Peter snapped at Billy, glaring him down.

"Rotten pig bitch!" Billy shrieked in a high pitched at the other man before retreating back into the kitchen, a soft shattering noise of glass made Jess flinch slightly.

Now she had a choice to make: she could tell Peter about the phone calls, tell him about the Moaner, about how for the past few weeks he had been calling the house and disturbing her and her sisters. Or. Or she could tell him about the baby, brush off the Moaner's - Billy's - antics and tell him what he came to hear about.

Steadying herself, Jess moved to sit on the couch. If she said something about Billy, Peter may try to pick a fight him, a fight she was uncertain he'd win. Or call the cops. And lord knows what would happen if Billy found out she sold him out. She wasn't sure how strong he was but he was nearly the same size as her boyfriend. Besides, there was something about him that confused Jess. Billy was just a walking contradiction.

There was simply no way the Moaner who screamed profanities was the same man who was too anxious to meet her eyes. Right?

Jess didn't like her odds.

"I'm pregnant," is what she settled on saying. Peter's eyes went wide. His slowly growing grin was not at all what she'd expected.

"Jess that's wonderful!"

"I don't want it Peter," Jess sighed. She'd been afraid of this reaction, quietly hoping he'd be as opposed to having it as she was. "I want to get an abortion."

Peter blinked at her like she'd grown two heads. "What?"

"I don't want it. I'm not going to keep it." She sat down on the couch, crossing her arms over her chest to mask her trembling.

Peter was quiet as she spoke, sitting beside her on the couch. "Jess. Listen to me very carefully. You are not going to abort that baby."

Jess turned to him with wide eyes. "Excuse me?"

"You heard me! We'll get married and you'll keep the baby. It'll be perfect!" He smiled at her but all Jess felt was nausea.

"Peter, I don't want that. I have things I want to do that a baby will prevent me from doing. I don't want to play housewife for you with a baby I don't want." She stood up, forcefully pulling her wrist from him when he grabbed her. "Let go-!"

"No, listen to me!" Peter practically snarled, voice oozing with malice. "You don't get to decide-"

"SHUT UP!" A voice shrieked before a glass cup struck Peter in the eye, breaking into shards that scratched his cheek as they fell. Jess's eyes snapped over to Billy, hand clenching a sharpened candy cane and glaring daggers at Peter.

As her boyfriend recoiled, Jess stepped in front of him. "Billy! It's- it's alright! He's not going-"

Billy shrieked, voice higher than usual, gripping his hair with the hand not holding the candy cane. "NASTY, DIRTY PIG BITCH!" He snapped stumbling backwards until he hit a wall. He crumpled with a sob and pointed the sharpened candy cane at Peter with tears streaming down his face.

Jess was... confused, to say the least. She glanced at Peter, who held his face in shock, and then to Billy who had an arm wrapped around himself and was whispering and mumbling frantically, though she was able to make out the name "Agnes" in the whispers.

"Jess, who the hell is this guy?!" Peter roared, Jess flinched slightly.

She really, truly, did not know.

"I'm having a baby!" Constance Lenz grinned at her boyfriend. The two had been struggling to have a child but finally, finally, it'd worked.. The twelve year old boy who Constance had locked in the attic after her husband tragically "died of a heart attack."

But Billy knew. He'd seen her kill his dad. And now his mom was having another child.

And Agnes had been precious. Billy had been enamored with her immediately, sometimes creeping down from his attic room to see her asleep in his crib. He'd mastered sneaking around the house now, stealing food and water when everyone was asleep. And he'd see Agnes.

Then, Christmas morning, when Agnes was five years old, Billy made an appearance.

She'd never met him before, not really. He'd watch her sleep - green eyes boring holes into the toddler as she'd slept. He felt insanely protective of her, wanting her to have a good childhood and living vicariously through that. He'd watched his mom hold her and rock with her in a rocking chair, watched them make sugar cookies together...

And it was like he was completely forgotten. Completely stripped of personhood. Now he was just a memory locked away in the closet.

So here he was. Staring down his five year old sister as she played with her toys by the Christmas tree. Mommy and daddy had gone into the kitchen to get breakfast ready. The stove was currently burning the side of daddy's face as mommy bled out on the floor - the both of them with various candy canes lodged in their necks and stained bright red.

The blood still dripped from the puncture wounds. Billy had gotten good at sharpening the sticks down to points.

Agnes just looked up at him. Of course she didn't recognize him. She didn't know him but he knew her.

"Little baby bumpin', daddy's gone a-huntin', gone to fetch a rabbit skin to wrap his baby Agnes in..." He sang softly, lifting the five year old up into his arms. Agnes clung to her doll and didn't protest when Billy sat in the rocking chair, rocking his little sister the way he'd seen his mother do.

She was five. She didn't have a strong concept of danger yet. The blood staining Billy's hands didn't bother her.

Billy stared ahead at nothing, just repeating the lullaby over and over. Tears fell silently down his cheeks. He felt covered in dirt and blood and he clung to his baby sister like a lifeline.

The police didn't have a difficult time finding the killer. The killer who was sat by the Christmas tree with Agnes Lenz in his lap, babbling incoherent nonsense. "Agnes," he whispered to the slumbering baby as the officers drew their guns on him, "don't tell them what we did, Agnes."

As if a toddler had any hand in what happened.

...

"Billy?" Jess's voice was louder then the memories. Memories of Agnes sobbing. Her and Billy being separated. The trial that had ended when signs of neglect had been littered on Billy's body. Bruises, malnourishment, just a ratty and dirty seventeen-year-old boy who lost control.

He'd been let go. Regular therapist visits had been required. But Billy had run away, went north to Canada. Where he was now.

"Billy?" Jess again. Billy finally looked up at her, tears streaming down his face. She looked worried, perched on her knees as she reached for his face, brushing hair away. "What's wrong?"

"Agnes?" He choked out, feeling bile rise.

"Who's Agnes?" She asked softly. Her nasty boyfriend stood behind her, glaring at him, but Billy ignored him.

Billy bit his tongue as he hummed to himself. "Little baby bumpin'..." He cooed, staring blankly at his lap.

"He's insane, Jess." Peter spat with a roll of his eyes. "Let's just call the cops and they'll take him back to whatever asylum he came from. Lock him up and throw away the key."

"No!" Billy shrieked, more tears falling. "No! No! No!" He lunged at Peter, grabbing at him. The two scuffled, Peter yelling at Jess to call the police.

The poor girl stands there, freeze taking over her entire body.

Then Barb and Phyllis come downstairs dressed in their bedclothes. Barb opens her mouth to ask what was going on just as Billy tackled Peter to the ground, screaming and hitting him.

Jess ran over, grabbing Billy around his chest and dragging him off her boyfriend, reassuring him that things were okay. God, what a world she was in where The Moaner was sobbing in her arms as he tried to beat the shit out of her boyfriend for whatever reason.

She sunk to the floor, holding Billy, who scratched desperately at her arms and shrieked.

This was going to be a long night...

#🔪 creeps writes #billy lenz #jess bradford #barbara coard #phyllis carlson #claire harrison #peter smythe #black christmas #slasher fanfiction #billy lenz needs friends honestly #this is NOT remake friendly i hate the remake

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anarkissm · 9 months

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DOSSIER CHEAT SHEET

LEGAL NAME : claudette morel. NICKNAME[S] : claud, "santa claud" by her father during the winter holidays, detty (by family + loved ones), science girl, the botanist, the empath, etc. DATE OF BIRTH : september 18, 1980 (missing since 2005). GENDER : nonbinary black woman. "demigirl" would probably be the specific label, but more importantly: she does not acknowledge the sex-gender dyad pseudoscience posited by old white men and evangelical fanatics which ultimately set a standard of beauty and "normal" that was impossible to achieve as a visibly black person. claudette's past struggles with school and their ableist teaching methods taught her that western sciences and systems are not the benchmarks of truth or progress. but in the context of her lived experience, it is impossible to separate herself from being (seen as) a dark-skinned black woman. PLACE OF BIRTH : ville-marie borough of montreal, canada.

FAMILY INFORMATION

SIBLING[S] : no siblings; several cousins from canada and brazil. PET[S] : a green and blue christmas beetle or scarab named darwin (2 years). a stag beetle named eartha (5 years). before she went missing in the woods, she took care of an ant farm in her cabin. typically has a custom terrarium for her buggy pets. she loves pets like cats and dogs, but does not have the commitment to keep a large vertebrate since they're too high maintenance for her autism. instead, claudette regularly babysits her friend's anxious corgi, named celeste; the quiet, shy 5-year-old dog was rescued from a shelter and did not have an easy early life, so claudette always spoiled her with treats whenever she would visit them. claudette is the only other human that celeste trusts!

RELATIONSHIP INFORMATION

SEXUAL ORIENTATION : asexual spectrum. RELATIONSHIP STATUS : single. SINCE WHEN : carnaval season(s) in salvador de bahia, brazil.

tagged by: @hatethepm tyy

tagging: @mrgoatman @obituaried @kenasakis @ubcs @pyrrh1c @chaoslulled (harley) @spiderled @alphateamsfinest @afraidofchange (ana or shepard) @hollowsparda (max) @sayitan @evirsor (raynne) @mortisvitae + everyone steal it

#MOREL ，CLAUDETTE.#SCRIPT.#love these things love thinkin abt the blorbos #love reading abt everyone's blorbos too

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yorikuro · 1 year

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Soooo, I watched "Black Christmas" from 1974 and I absolutely loved it! I love 70s slasher movies like The Texas Chainsaw Massacre and the like and this movie is now one of my favorites. Happy hyperfixation day :) Here are some sketches of the weird attic guy.

My first sketch of Billy, done with a graphics tablet. I'm not very good at computer drawing yet, I'm more like traditional.

The same Billy, but in a sketchbook.

The poor guy is having another seizure.

I have a headcanon that Claude (cat) helps Billy calm down during his breakdowns. Also, I love cats.

+ Billy, but mentally sane (sort of) and out of the shadows. I just love his hair it's just aaaaaaaaaaaah I fuckin can't-

Wow, this is my first post. I hope someone's gonna like it, and if it happens, I'll try to make more! :)

(Sorry for my English, i used translator most of the time)

#billy lenz #doodlings #black christmas

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press-shift-to-run · 1 year

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Hello!

Welcome to Press shift to run! It's me and my brother's little gaming (and pretty much whatever) "company"! Right now we only have this Tumblr but very soon we'll be publishing games and expanding from there (youtube is probably next)! Check back to this pinned post to see what we're working on! We'll try to update it as much as we can! If you're interested in working with us on any projects or you just want us to review your things or even chat then shoot us a message! If you have any questions about our stuff or really ANYTHING send us an ask!

Gen's main blog: @i-have-big-sad

Stu's main blog: @mimikyuu1

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Upcoming games!

(this will probably change) In order:

Deadly Delights (series)

Deadly Delights:

Play as a detective in this murder mystery monster dating Sim! A lot...I know. The cast of dateable characters include: Dr. "Henry" Jekyll & Mr. "Harry" Hyde, Adam Frankenstein, Gilbert B. Lagoon, Count Vincent "Vlad" Dracula, Dr. Claude Griffin (the invisible man)!

Deadly Delights: Out of the casket

Story TBA. Dateable characters: The headless horseman, Erik destler (POTO), Carmilla, Ashley Frankenstein (the bride of Frankenstein), Wolfie Talbot (wolfman), Cassandra the witch, and montessor (cask of amontillado)

Black Christmas: The next X-mas

Play as a sorority girl in this 3-d survival horror game based on the cult classic 1974 Black Christmas! The story takes place around a year after the events of the movie! You and your other sorority sisters move into the notorious house thinking the killer was caught. However after an onslaught of obscene phone calls comes through something tells you the killer hasn't moved on yet. Explore the campus! Talk to Npcs! And most importantly save your sisters from the same fate! Btw there's 3 ending planned 1. Bad ending 2. Good ending 3. "Special" ending

Black Christmas: The Halloween update

Pretty much follows the original creators idea of a black Christmas 2. Billy gets caught. sent back to an asylum. He escapes close to Halloween. Shenanigans ensues.

Revenge of the sandwich artist

Kinda like a Scott pilgrim beat em up comically based off of my job

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Upcoming comics

TBA

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#indie games #gaming #black christmas #billy lenz #dr. jekyll and mr. hyde #frankenstein #creature from the black lagoon #phantom of the opera #erik destler #poto #the invisible man #dracula #bride of frankenstein #carmilla #the wolfman #the headless horseman #cask of amontillado

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faroreswinds · 1 year

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It looks like we might be getting Christmas Annette for our alts this year!

I saw some people complaining about how the Black Eagles are getting shafted, so....

Enjoy.

As you can see, the class with the least amount of units is BL. BL also has no Duos or Harmonized units, or any Ascended units. However, they do have the most 5 star Seasonals.

Of the lords, Edelgard has the most units and a Harmonized unit. Claude has the least amount of units.

The GW, for special units like Seasonals, has the most 4 *s, and the most free units from TT and GHB. But it also has the only current 3H Ascended unit.

BE has the most units with a Base Units, with only Dorothea getting two alts (including a Harmonized unit) before any Base unit has been added yet (It’s still missing). BL is still missing Felix, Ashe, and Sylvain for Base units. GW is still missing Raphael, Lorenz, Ignatz, and Leonie for their Base units.

BE also has only TT/GHB for Edelgard “Fire Emperor” form. No seasonal-style unit for any BE exists for TT/GHB, while BL and GW got them.

Of all the non-lord students, Hilda has the most units, with an Ascended, a Duo, her base alt, and a Winter Seasonal.

#feh

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artistslashperfectionist · 10 months

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About me

Just like many artists, well I'm a self-proclaimed one....getting to know them is one possibility to understand their influences and their passion and what inspires them and what they love to do and what are their personality is like. It took me three years to plan this, but finally I am able to do it right now. So if you look at everything I like, you would know what influences me because of my preferences.

Name: Ronald II Sarabia (But please call me Momoy; I don't feel like a Ronald)

Nicknames: Momoy,Moy, Moy-Moy, Momy (Not mommy !), Momoy-ka,M, MM, Ehm, Ehm-Ehm,Big-Ehm, Big Moe, Moe-M, Moms, Momm (Not mom !),Big M, Blueming, M-High, Aim, Moxzy, Yom, Yomom, Y-Mz

Date of birth: October 28, 1996 (People think I'm very young)

Hobbies: Painting, drawing, taking pictures, collecting figurines and Funko, watching TV

Favorite restaurant: Mang Inasal

Favorite food: Chicken inasal

Favorite dessert: Dairy Queen Blizzard

Favorite ice cream: Cookies and cream

Favorite drink: Bear Brand (Yes, I love milk, and cannot live without drinking one everyday !)

Favorite candy: Milky Way

Favorite music genre: Kpop

Favorite Kpop group(s): Twice, Blackpink, Loona, f(x)

Favorite English (language) song: Get Out of This House by Shawn Colvin (My day is not complete without listening to this song)

Favorite Filipino (language) song: Mahal Kita Pero by Janella Salvador (Sorry to all those I loved back in the day..... :()

Favorite movie(s): Weathering With You, Forrest Gump, Back To The Future trilogy

Favorite TV show(s) : Loud House, Young Sheldon, The Big Bang Theory, Spy x Family, The Quintessential Quintuplets, Shake It Up!, Heroes, DC's Legends of Tomorrow, Superman and Lois, Citrus

Favorite game: Injustice

Favorite book: The 39 Clues

Favorite manga: Citrus

Favorite artist(s): Devin Elle Kurtz, Aeonix, Kim Smith, Sergio Bumatay III, Alex Ross, Chris Savino, Geoff Johns

Favorite classical artist(s): Andy Warhol, Vincent Van Gogh, Claude Monet, Henri Matisse, Leonid Afremov, Eugene Delacroix, Mary Cassatt, Paul Gaugin

Favorite DC superheroes: Batman and Wonder Woman

Favorite Marvel superheroes: Captain America and Black Panther

Favorite anime guy: Gray Fullbuster (They say I am like him)

Favorite anime girl: Itsuki Nakano

Waifu: Tohru Honda

Crush: Chou Tzuyu from Twice

Favorite quote: "If you're lucky enough to be different, don't ever change." - Taylor Swift

Favorite bible quote: Ephesians 2:8-10 (It has my favorite word)

Favorite number: 2

Embarrassing moment: I kept staring at a female passenger of a jeepney who seems to be my good friend back in high school when I was in second year college, and it turned out to be, well, it is actually her, except why is she riding the same jeepney route I take on the way home ? Good thing, I never asked if it's really her.

Drunk moment: I only take beer or alcohol on special occassions and on holidays, but I already smell like Red Horse beer, but not totally drunk, but I managed to climb up a stool to see a live band in a bar that we had a Christmas party back in first year college in 2015.

If there is one thing I can wish for: It would be time travel being possible, so I can see what I did when I was being teased by some schoolmates in elementary :))

#momoy sarabia #artists on tumblr

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nagamas · 1 year

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Note to myself: Remember to log out

Fic by Anonymous for @slotumn A/N: Hello my dear friend, I wish you a happy new year and hope that all your wishes come true and that you can achieve all your goals.

“Note to myself: Remember to log out”

By: Anonymous

-Like … Retweet … Block… Hahahaha… Really?...Like… Follow… -Claude, a photographer student, was enjoying Twitter, looking and reacting to different posts while traveling in the subway.

-Are you serious @GoldenD3er?" some random person answered about a joke he would do to his worst enemy. -"Of course @Ashen_Demon, that's one of many of ideas in my head. Nice nickname by the way"

--Next stop: Riegan Av. --- announced a voice in the megaphone

-Oh, so soon? - he asked himself while keeping the phone. Once in the street, Claude stretches his legs, enjoying the view of a calm city in the evening, but the travel wasn't over, he opened again his phone and asked for an Uber, there were buses that could take him home, but there was something important to do and little time to do it.

Once in the car and in the privacy of the back seat, he pulled out again his phone, logged out of twitter and entered again, this time with another account: Username: @Fallen_Star.

It was a special account where he follow profiles a bit more… spicy. For example, artist drawing fictional characters with less clothes than the original designs, people posting links to mature fanfiction of famous books and movies, and his favorites, people showing their photos in daring postures and outfits.

There was something alluring, seeing people without embarrassment or doubts, showing them to the world just how they like without worries, in poses and clothes that made his imagination run wild, it always aroused him without fail, sometimes even more than her girlfriend.

Some months ago, somehow he won a Christmas raffle of a famous woman , the prize a “Sexy Christmas pack”, including the most basic stuff but the most funny for him was normal black underpants with just a little image of a deer, as a reference to Santa’s sleigh, but it didn’t had any christmas decoration or figure on it. “It was the only thing I could get in time” was the answer thought a direct message while thanking her for the gift. “And tell me, could we see you using that?” she asked “If you want I could share it in my account, you know I’m a big star here babe, one retweet from me and you’ll be really famous ;)”

The idea resounded in his head for the next days, could he really became as famous as one of the many account he follows? He considered himself handsome, and constant exercise in the university gym made his body well formed, but could he endure to show his face and exposed body to the wotrld? … “Well maybe not the face…”

“Hello babes! @Opera_Mittelfrank announcing a new guy in the comunity. He’s a little shy and avoid showing his face, but I’m sure his body would be enough to Follow him, now give all your love to the one and only @Fallen_Star!”

It was amazing how the internet works, one day you are a no one, then a bit of luck occurs with a raffle, you publish a photo of yourself with a simple deer mask and an underpants with a little deer, and the next day you have more than 1k followers asking for more.

At first the photos were only aimed to his torso, but with every new entry and upload his shyness began to fade, leading to more spicy photos highlighting more private zones.

Using his photograph knowledge thanks to his classes and having a wide apartment made easier to create unique scenarios and fresh material, keeping him busy and especially fun.

Once in the apartment, he immediately changed for that day session, the classic deer’s underpants combined this time with birthday’s accessories.

-Some photos later-

“Al right, let’s see – he said out loud checking the material in his laptop – We’ll use these ones, the birthday hat seems nice right in my… and the color it also alright, a bit blurry but it will work. Now, let’s write the special message…”

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*bzzzt*

Her cellphone sounded, showing the new notification, the bus was almost empty and there was no one close to see her screen, so no need to wait. She was hoping for that special announcement since weekend, “please be good, please be good” she thought before reading.

“Hello my dear followers, @Fallen_star here giving you my last work, thanking you all for your support in my first year in this awesome platform. As a token of my love, I’ll follow my teacher example and give you a raffle. The price, a pair of photos wearing whatever you want. See the rules below. See you later and good luck, Date limit…”

“Oh come on, I never won anything in this raffles” she grunted… while giving a like and a retweet to participate. “Oh, I’m almost there” she realized while recognizing the scenery. Lysithea stood up ready to descend in the next stop.

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“Wow, only 5 minutes and the participants are almost at 200” Claude was surprised seeing so much people interested in his body, it also make him proud and a bit excited… fortunately that could be solved. Once changed to his normal clothes, putting everything in place in the dark room and double checking to don’t leave anything compromising outside, he closed the room and went to the kitchen.

“Some cheese, the wine is already there, she will bring the bread and …

Toc, toc, toc.

A sound at the door interrupted his work, a smile appearing in his face.

“It’s open! – he shouted – I’ll see you in the living room, also pick the movie”

“Claude?!, I swear someday something bad will really happen if you are so careless!” his girlfriend answered back a bit annoyed, “how do you know it was me an not some thief?”

“Well you see- he walked to living room with the food in some porcelain dishes – you are so small that your footsteps make no sound, so when suddenly someone knock the door without me hearing steps in the hall, I know it’s… ouch!”

Lysithea didn’t hold back and tossed him a pillow from the couch, that landed cleanly in his face.

“You’ll make me spill the food – Claude warned her while keeping the balance.

“You know I hate your jokes about my… my…. you already know!” she shouted back, visible angry and giving him the back.

Claude sighed, he still didn’t know how she falled in love with her considering his explosive nature, he left the food on a near table and slowly approached her.

“Oh come on sweet pie, you know I’m joking. Besides, you didn’t comply last night when, thanks to your stature, we could try that new position you saw in…”

-She turned back once again but with great embarrassment, her face was so red and her body trembling without control: “Shut up, I knew I shouldn’t have tell you about that”

“But it was really fun- he teased back – at least you seem to enjoy it more than…”

Another pillow flew but he avoided this time, making fun of her was a treasure but it was time to stop.

“Ok ok, I’ll shut up, besides I don’t want to ruin my turn tonigh, you remember today is…”

“Yeah yeah I know – she answered a bit more composed but still flustered – the clothes are already in my bag” she get embarrassed again, thinking what would be using later that night.

“Perfect – he said getting even closer, gently picking her chin to look her directly in those pink eyes- you know I love you right?”

“Yes, you dummy” she said while closing the gap among them to share the first kiss of the afternoon.

“Now stop being a bully and let’s watch the movie, my friend Cyrid recommend…”

-Are you still watching? – the text in the tv asked to no one since both of them left to the dorm room more than one hour ago.

-The next day-

“See you later honey, gotta go early today”

“Yeah, take care…” Claude answered still sleepy “don’t forget to…” he heard an specific sound.

“Sweet pie?”

“Yes?” she asked a bit nervous

“Are you trying to open the dark room”

“Maybe..”

Sigh “You know that…”

“Yes yes, important photos could be damaged if I open it harshly, come on!, at let me see the room at least once! I want to know how it looks” she argued back.

“Someday I promise, but not today, now go or you’ll miss the bus”

Some minutes later he heard the door closing, he left some minutes pass and stood up, heading to the dark room and getting everything ready to some quick shoots before going to school.

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*bzzzt*

Her cellphone sounded, announcing than @Fallen_star uploaded just now another photo.

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-2 weeks later-

“It sounded funny, but it was a real mess” Claude tought while taking the third shower in less that half hour, the winner of his raffle had a very specific request as her prize “I want your first photos, but being covered in oil”

“Wow! Just wow!, you went all in my dear @Spellcaster_luna! To ask for such a sexy thing” he said to the winner by private message

“You said the winner could ask for anything, are you retracting now?”

“Never, I’m sure it’s going to be a mess but also seem pretty funny, I’ll sent it once they are done, if you want to share them to everyone is up to you…”

He missed one day to school just to have enough time to take the photos and clean it all without Lysithea noticing, “I hope you like them ;)” he said trough the app while sending the material.

“Now, I have till noon to myself, maybe some videogames or reading…”

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“Miss Gloucester, is everything ok?” The professor Hannenman asked to the young girl after hearing her yelping in her place.

“No, no, no – she said extremely embarrassed and flustered – I mean, yes, everything is… no, sorry professor but – he packed all her things and stood to get out the classroom – I must go, sorry for interrumpting you”

Everyone in the room get confused, she was well knowed for his good behavior and seriousness.

--Your Uber is almost there –

The phone showed, she was waiting outside the university trying to control herself, “Damn it damn it, he looks so hot! “ it was everything in her mind, seeing the photos that the Fallen Star sent her really affected her. She loved Claude above everything, and she felt a bit guilty asking for such things in twitter, but it was a price she never expected to get and technically it wasn´t cheating, she just like to see those profiles to get ideas and add more excitement to her relationship.

-Your Uber just arrived-

A red car parked near, she get inside and said to the driver.

“Thanks, I’m sorry but I don´t want to talk during the trip, please try to get as fast as possible to the destiny” – the driver, named Alois, get sad because he alwys liked to tell jokes to the passengers, but he respected her desires.

All that excitement had to get out somehow, she had an special underwear hidden in the apartment, for an special day, and today was that day. But she needed to set the mood in the bedroom for that, “with Claude outside I have enough time” she thought while seeing the photos again. Her excitement increased once again.

She stormed in the apartment using for the first time her spare key, all her plans halted after seeing Claude standing in the hallway just wearing a towel, “Lysithea! – he shouted with surprise – what are you…” he got interrumpted after being tackled and shutted down with a passionate kiss.

It felt really different, something wild was inside her girlfriend and really wanted to get out.

“Shut up, I want to make something more special but it will do – she kissed him again – come to bedroom, let’s try something new – she grabbed his hand and guided him – also… do you know how to use oil during…

They laid exhausted hugging each other in the bed

Claude was really surprised, he didn’t’ know she could be so passionate and wild, also it was weird to get covered in oil twice in a day.

Lysithea on the other side felt fulfilled and happy, she grabbed her phone when his companion stood up and, without thinking, texted back to Fallen_star to thanks him for the gift.

“Thanks a lot <3 “ a simple yet sincere message.

At the same time Claude ‘s phone ringed.

“Weird – she thought – my love, you cell just ringed – she said out loud since Claude had left for the bathroom

“I’m sure it’s a friend from the school , text him back please”

“Ok – she answered while picking it – oh wait, it’s a twitter message, it’s from someone named Spell…

Claude almost shoot down the door of the bath , the sudden arrival of her and the subsequent events make him forgot to log out, in that moment he felt the true terror.

“Honey, please… I can explain it… you see…”

She stood there without know what to do, a lot of things need to be processed, but she only grabbed her phone and show it to him.

“What is… are those my… YOU ARE?!...”

-The next weekend-

“Are you sure… what if they don´t like me?”

“Are you insane! You are gorgeous, the world must know you, only if you want of course”

In the ex dark room, now reconstructed as a mini photo studio, Lysithea stood there wearing a cat mask and black underwear that matched perfectly with the white piece Claude was wearing.

“Fine… I still don´t know how you convinced me” she hugged and kissed him in the cheek “but are you sure you don´t want to continue in your main account”

“No, I did it to get more excitement in my life… but having you is way more excitement than I could handle, and we can close this account whenever we want and just enjoy ourselves” he kissed her back and pet her head.

“Now, last chance, are you ready?”

She nodded and without warning she clicked in the computer.

“Hello my dear followers, today is the day that this account will be closed, Don’t be sad since we’ll be migrating to @Verdant_wind (special prize to the one that guess why we choose that name) and I say “we” because also today I’m presenting you to someone very special to me and that would be companying me in this new era. Say hi to @Swe3tCat and give her all your support <3 “

In the tweet, also appeared a photo of a couple, the well knowed Fallen_star next to a beautiful girl, with a skin as white as the snow in some gorgeous black attire, but the most important thing, they seemed extremely happy and in love.

#Nagamas 2022 #anonymous #slotumn #fanfic #claude #lysithea #nagamas

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rachel-langella-author · 1 year

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Black Christmas

Tonight's holiday horror pick is Black Christmas (1974), which is notable for being one of the earliest slasher films. Like When a Stranger Calls (1979), it was inspired by the "the call is coming from inside the house!" urban legend, but with sorority sisters rather than a babysitter.

SPOILERS below!

Low budget, early 1970s film quality--check! We open to a cheerful holiday scene outside what I presume is the sorority house, all decked out in lights and decorations. Cue the creepy mouth-breathing and slight camera wobble to signal we're in the killer's POV. Fortunately, that's just an establishing technique, and it doesn't last long. We switch to a steady camera while the creepy dude's shadow falls across the window of the sorority house. Mouth breathing intensifies.

Margo Kidder! What's Lois Lane doing smoking cigarettes and using foul language??

Return to Creeper Cam as he climbs the trellis to gain access to the house.

Olivia Hussey! What's Juliet doing at a college party with alcohol and boys?

Creeper Cam: He's in the attic. Why do they have a rocking horse in the attic of a sorority house?

Oh, god, the burnt orange carpet. The orange/brown/cream flower patterned drapes. I'm having Seventies flashbacks. If I see an avocado green or mustard yellow appliance, someone will need to send help.

Fake out with the first phone call--it's Barb's mom, with whom Barb obviously has a rocky relationship. (Calling her mom a "gold-plated whore" to her face was my first clue.) The second call, though, is Creeper Dude, and he's called before. The girls refer to him as "The Moaner." If he's called before and he obviously knows where the sorority house is, I think we can assume he's stalked them. So tonight is his escalation from gross creeping to murder. Yay.

The call consists of disturbing noises that escalate to very gross, very crude, and very misogynistic rambling. The young women crowd around the phone and listen with visible fear and concern while "Hark the Herald Angels Sing" plays in the background until Barb grabs the phone from Jess and delivers some stinging zingers. Creeper Dude dials his misogyny up to 11 and ends with "I'm going to kill you" before hanging up.

Claire mentions a "townie" girl who was sexually assaulted recently, and Barb replies in a way that lets us know she's a) a snob and b) carrying around some internalized misogyny of her own.

The house mother arrives, wearing a cloche hat and dangling a cigarette in an actual cigarette holder from her lips. Faded 1920s/1930s chic. She's the "recapturing her youth by overseeing the young women" trope in the flesh. She is also, of course, a secret lush who has bottles of booze hidden all over the house.

This script was written by a man, wasn't it.

First victim! It's Claire, who had a brief bit of dialogue with her boyfriend earlier. Not nearly enough to make us invested in her, but hey, someone's got to be brutally murdered first. Creepy Killer is lurking in her closet, and we see her through a sheet of plastic (why is that in the closet? who knows. Deus ex Machina killer cover, I suppose According to wikipedia, it's a plastic dress bag) from his POV.

The yellow flowered wallpaper in Claire's room. I can't.

Claire commits the common error of horror movie victims: moving toward the strange noise while asking, "Who's there? Claude?" I'm not sure if Claude is her boyfriend or the house cat. I'm just saying Creepy Killer better keep his fucking mitts off the cat. Do I care that much about Claire? No. But if the cat dies, I riot.

I low-key want Phyl's shawl.

We can see this movie setting up some of the standard tropes used in later slasher movies. Barb is a brash young woman who smokes and drinks set up in opposition to Jess, who tries to play peacemaker between Barb and Claire. Barb is wearing her shirt unbuttoned low enough that we can tell she's not wearing a bra, while Jess is fully covered in a sweater and wears a cross pendant. Clear good girl/bad girl juxtaposition. I predict Barb is going to be murdered, and Jess is going to be our Final Girl.

Jess's boyfriend, Peter, calls. He's a dick. Jess then goes upstairs and knocks on Claire's door, but, uh... too late.

Creepy Killer has her stashed in the attic, seated by the window in a rocking chair.

Update: Claude is the cat. He's trapped in the attic with Claire.

Plot twist! Jess is pregnant! Peter is overjoyed, but Jess wants an abortion. Peter: "Don't you ever consider anyone but yourself?" Jess, you can do so much better.

Creepy Killer calls the sorority house again, and this time, he does voices and mentions someone named Billy. "Where did you put Agnes, Billy?"

Peter bombs the piano audition/judged recital or whatever the fuck he's been practicing for, and OF COURSE it's all Jess's fault. He destroys the piano, because that's the reasonable and mature response.

John Saxon! I remember seeing him in everything back in the day.

House mother: "I might be gone when you get back because I'm going to my sister's for the holidays." So you're going to be murdered while everyone else is out of the house, and no one will find your body because they'll assume you've left town. Got it.

RIP house mother! She took a hook to the face when she went up to the attic to find Claude.

Peter: "I'm quitting the conservatory, and we're getting married...Let's get one thing straight: you're not getting rid of that baby." A controlling dick. Jess says she doesn't want to marry Peter, and he tells her she'll be sorry. I think we're being set up to suspect him as the killer? But no, I think he's just an abusive control freak.

Creepy Killer put a baby doll in Claire's lap and is rocking the chair. This is some Norman Bates level shit.

Having a plainclothes cop watching the house won't do any good when the killer is inside the house!

RIP Barb, murdered by being stabbed with the horn of one of her own unicorn figurines. Creepy Killer aka Billy rambled about Agnes again, so I think we can safely assume he did something bad to her. Probably his sister? No one knows Barb is dead yet because some kids who sound like the Vienna Boys Choir showed up at the door to sing "Oh Come Let Us Adore Him" and drowned out Barb's death screams.

It's a bit late to be locking all the doors and windows now, Phyl!

Oh shit, RIP Phyl. She went to check on Barb, and the ominous closing of the door behind her signals off-camera murder.

Oh my sweet Baby Jane--the house mother really was trying to cling to her faded glory! There are vinyl records of The McHenry Sisters propped up near Billy while he makes another call using the house mother's phone in her room.

"You left Billy alone with Agnes?" Okay, yeah, Billy killed his sister.

John Saxon's slow dawning horror as he realizes THE CALL IS COMING FROM INSIDE THE HOUSE. Also, the plainclothes cop is dead.

Nash, you dumbass, you weren't supposed to tell Jess that.

Jess, what part of "put the phone down and walk out of the house" do you not understand? Barb and Phyl are not going to answer you!

So they take Claire's dad to the hospital, but not Jess who has just killed Peter with a poker because he was being creepy and obsessive at the most wrong time of all and who is pregnant.

...I'm not sure if they've even found Claire and the house mother yet.

NOPE THEY HAVE NOT.

God damn it, this is why 1970s horror movies annoy the fuck out of me! The endings. The police left Jess alone in her bedroom in the house rather than taking her to the hospital while Claire is still visible in the attic window. Sure, there's a cop milling around outside, but the killer is still in there, and as the camera pulls back from the exterior of the house, we hear a phone start to ring.

Final Thoughts: I can see how it provided a foundation for the slasher films that came after it. We never see more of the killer than isolated body parts, and we never learn anything more about him or his motives than what he alludes to re: Agnes during the phone calls, and I'm fine with his motives being vague. I'm not so fine with the implications the movie makes about mental health issues. Clearly this is a guy who should have been in treatment of some kind. But stigmatizing mental health and making Billy a serial killer obsessed with young women is the easy and low effort path to creating a frightening antagonist.

I strongly suspect Barb is bisexual or a lesbian. I'd have to rewatch the movie to construct a supported thesis, which I don't want to do anytime soon, but maybe I'll circle back to that someday.

I really have to wonder if the scriptwriter thought he was being a feminist when he wrote this.

Overall, not bad, especially if you're interested in seeing an early slasher prototype. No jump scares (yay!), no gore, minimal blood. And the blood we do see is that Hammer Horror movie type blood that looks radioactive and is in no way mistakable for real blood. The murders aren't at all graphic; the movie is very careful in what it doesn't show, which lets us fill in the blanks ourselves.

As far as I can tell, Claude the cat survived.

I'm waffling between 3.5 and 4, but it's the holidays, so I'll be generous: 4 out of 5 zombie Santas.

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