#frighteners fanfic

[calicos-clones]

I don’t think people realize how freaked out fanfic readers get when their favorite author(s) doesn’t update their ongoing schedule ON TIME.

And it’s not cause we want the chapter…it’s cause we’re so fucking worried about the Author.

Like— OMG ARE YOU OKAY? YOU’VE BEEN GIVING US THE TRAGIC UPDATES OF YOUR LIFE IN THE NOTES THE PAST 10 CHAPTERS?! WHY STOP? ARE YOU DEAD? DID YOU GET STUCK IN THE WALL LIKE YOUR CAT?? HAVE YOU EATEN?? HAS YOUR BRAIN EXPLODED??

Readers no longer care about the story when they don’t get their usual update. We panic and flag S.O.S as we track down our wayward author who has been both blessed by the universe with a creative mind and cursed all the same with the worst luck.

So any authors who are reading this please understand— when we comment “hey are you okay?” in your comments. No, we are not asking about the chapter.

We are legitimately concerned for your wellbeing. Do not force yourself to shit out a chapter just to appease other ppl when you yourself are not in the mental state to enjoy it or even write it to begin with.

TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF DAMMIT

#yes this is targeted #I hope authors read this and understand that we all care abt you #ao3 fanfic #ao3 #ao3 memes #I am frightened by how nonchalantly authors drop the most tragic life changing experiences in the notes and are like #“it might be a day or two late but don’t worry! #wdym don’t worry? #I’m worrying for YOU! #eat something #drink water #cry or something idk #stop writing to runaway from your issues #take care of yourself dammit T^T #don’t let assholes run an author’s comment section #support your authors #they will write when they can #you can wait as long as they need #burnout is very real and very draining #DO NOT pressure authors #appreciate what they’ve done for you so far #authors love to create— they will always give you more if you make sure you water them #with love #and understanding #and maybe some actual water cause who knows when they showered #memes #fanfic #fanfic meme #author awareness

[secretmellowblog]

It’s fascinating to see how much Jean Valjean’s characterization lines up with modern descriptions of PTSD. When Jean Valjean is triggered by upsetting reminders of the galleys —or believes he might be forced to go back to the galleys—he often forgets where he is, has “panic attacks” where he becomes disconnected from reality, doesn’t hear people when they’re talking to him, and behaves frantically/desperately or attempts to flee as if he’s being attacked even if no one is actually attacking him.

When he comes across the chain gang with Cosette, he becomes frozen in terror and seems to believe for a moment that he is the one being pursued:

Jean Valjean’s eyes had assumed a frightful expression. They were no longer eyes; they were those deep and glassy objects which replace the glance in the case of certain wretched men, which seem unconscious of reality, and in which flames the reflection of terrors and of catastrophes. He was not looking at a spectacle, he was seeing a vision. He tried to rise, to flee, to make his escape; he could not move his feet. Sometimes, the things that you see seize upon you and hold you fast. He remained nailed to the spot, petrified, stupid, asking himself, athwart confused and inexpressible anguish, what this sepulchral persecution signified, and whence had come that pandemonium which was pursuing him.

(….)

Jean Valjean returned home utterly overwhelmed. Such encounters are shocks, and the memory that they leave behind them resembles a thorough shaking up.

Nevertheless, Jean Valjean did not observe that, on his way back to the Rue de Babylone with Cosette, the latter was plying him with other questions on the subject of what they had just seen; perhaps he was too much absorbed in his own dejection to notice her words and reply to them.

In Arras, he spends most of the night overwhelmed by a sense of unreality that often turns to terror, and at one point even blindly runs through the empty halls of the courthouse “as if pursued” in a moment of panic:

He sought to collect his faculties, but could not. It is chiefly at the moment when there is the greatest need for attaching them to the painful realities of life, that the threads of thought snap within the brain. He was in the very place where the judges deliberated and condemned. With stupid tranquillity he surveyed this peaceful and terrible apartment, where so many lives had been broken, which was soon to ring with his name, and which his fate was at that moment traversing. He stared at the wall, then he looked at himself, wondering that it should be that chamber and that it should be he.

(…)

As he dreamed, he turned round, and his eyes fell upon the brass knob of the door which separated him from the Court of Assizes. He had almost forgotten that door. His glance, calm at first, paused there, remained fixed on that brass handle, then grew terrified, and little by little became impregnated with fear. Beads of perspiration burst forth among his hair and trickled down upon his temples.

At a certain moment he made that indescribable gesture of a sort of authority mingled with rebellion, which is intended to convey, and which does so well convey, “Pardieu! who compels me to this?” Then he wheeled briskly round, caught sight of the door through which he had entered in front of him, went to it, opened it, and passed out. He was no longer in that chamber; he was outside in a corridor, a long, narrow corridor, broken by steps and gratings, making all sorts of angles, lighted here and there by lanterns similar to the night taper of invalids, the corridor through which he had approached. He breathed, he listened; not a sound in front, not a sound behind him, and he fled as though pursued.

When he had turned many angles in this corridor, he still listened. The same silence reigned, and there was the same darkness around him. He was out of breath; he staggered; he leaned against the wall. The stone was cold; the perspiration lay ice-cold on his brow; he straightened himself up with a shiver.

In the bishop’s house, he panics at the sound of a door opening:

He decided on his course of action, and gave the door a third push, more energetic than the two preceding. This time a badly oiled hinge suddenly emitted amid the silence a hoarse and prolonged cry.

Jean Valjean shuddered. The noise of the hinge rang in his ears with something of the piercing and formidable sound of the trump of the Day of Judgment.

In the fantastic exaggerations of the first moment he almost imagined that that hinge had just become animated, and had suddenly assumed a terrible life, and that it was barking like a dog to arouse every one, and warn and to wake those who were asleep. He halted, shuddering, bewildered, and fell back from the tips of his toes upon his heels. He heard the arteries in his temples beating like two forge hammers, and it seemed to him that his breath issued from his breast with the roar of the wind issuing from a cavern. It seemed impossible to him that the horrible clamor of that irritated hinge should not have disturbed the entire household, like the shock of an earthquake; the door, pushed by him, had taken the alarm, and had shouted; the old man would rise at once; the two old women would shriek out; people would come to their assistance; in less than a quarter of an hour the town would be in an uproar, and the gendarmerie on hand. For a moment he thought himself lost.

He remained where he was, petrified like the statue of salt, not daring to make a movement.

He often behaves as if on autopilot, mechanically doing actions without seeming to understand what he’s doing or hear who he’s speaking to, the way he unfortunately does with Petit Gervais:

“My piece of money!” cried the child, “my white piece! my silver!”

It seemed as though Jean Valjean did not hear him. The child grasped him by the collar of his blouse and shook him. At the same time he made an effort to displace the big iron-shod shoe which rested on his treasure.

“I want my piece of money! my piece of forty sous!”

The child wept. Jean Valjean raised his head. He still remained seated. His eyes were troubled. He gazed at the child, in a sort of amazement, then he stretched out his hand towards his cudgel and cried in a terrible voice, “Who’s there?”

Prison had such a massive horrific effect on his mind, and on the way he interacts with the world. He’s constantly living under this sense of terror and paranoia that he’s being pursued, that he will be brought back to the galleys, a terror that often turns into blind almost-mindless panic.

It’s been mentioned before and is a kinda basic analysis, but Jean Valjean’s prison sentence was really far more than nineteen years— the severe mental physical and emotional trauma from those nineteen years lasts his entire life.

#les mis #les mis letters #jean Valjean #lm 4.3.8 #I’ve also noticed this doesn’t show up in fanfic as often as you would think it would #? #Valjean constantly dissociating from reality and falling into these pits of blind terror #or automatic frightened obedience #I think it’s because it’s not in the musical and is primarily a book thing #but yeee

[livingininsomnia]

Reader x Silver: Omegaverse, implied non-con, open ended, yandere Silver

You come to slowly, wrists tied up with silk, sitting in someone’s lap.

“You’re awake,” a horribly familiar voice says.

“… Silver? What…” you trail off groggily, before turning still as his hand rests possessively on the back of your bare neck.

“S-Silver?” you stutter, trembling as lips touch your jaw. “Where are we?” you ask, a jolt of adrenaline rushing with the panic.

“You broke your promise,” he ignores you. His fingers rub your neck, possessive, drawing a shudder.

Unbidden, a whine rises from your throat. He presses his lips to your neck, and you break out into cold sweat.

“W-what,” you cry, tensing. You can feel his teeth against your skin. You struggle in his arms. It’s an empty threat, but it still chills you.

“Silver, please, why…?” you plead for an explanation.

He clicks his tongue in dissatisfaction, easily keeping you pinned in his arms.

“You don’t remember,” he says, voice deadly quiet.

Your voice hitches at the eerily empty tone.

“I’m sorry,” your voice breaks, “Silver, please, I d-don’t, I’m scared,” you say in tears.

He slides a hand down your waist, through what feels like satin, or silk, a beautiful white dress that only frightens you.

“You promised to marry me,” he says quietly, fingers rubbing against your hip bone.

You breathe in a sharp, bewildered breath. “I-I? When-but then, even if- but I’m beta-“

You break off. Your whole body heats up almost violently.

“Love, was that why? You should have told me.” Silver’s voice comes oddly distant, like his mouth is muffled, or your ears are underwater.

You shake. His fingers grasp your chin. “Ah, is it finally working?”

Dread builds up along with the heat. Your stomach roils. This isn’t normal. This isn’t a simple fever. No, this is a heat. But you’re not-

“Silver… How.. What did you do?”

“The Fae have their ways,” he says vaguely. “And I am blessedly, deeply loved.”

#is this too much? hm let me know #tw: suggestive #twst fic #silver x reader #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland fanfic #reader x silver #yandere silver #on one hand I am deeeply tired of the omegaverse trope of non con. but on the other hand I am going through a bingo list #does he really need omegaverse to be frightening? I could have gone a lot of other routes ngl #I have so many Fae headcanons but none of them made it in…

[peacekeeperangel]

I actually started this fic in my head long before the Mermaid's Tale update so I never planned there actually being a Soul Jam there. the fact that Devsis ended up giving me material to work with and possibly torture the audience with is pure coincidence I assure you. Mwa Ha ha. >:3 Anyway Grand Reef Cookie and the Beached AU are all belonging to @cosmicwhoreo

Hang onto your hats kids! Next chapter is the finale of this little tale... I hope.

#cookie run kingdom #Peacestorykeeper #captain caviar cookie #Black Pearl Cookie #Grand Reef Cookie #Thunderbolts and lightning! Very Very Frightening! #fanfic #ao3 fanfic #fanfiction

[cctinsleybaxter]

robert de./niro putting all that sugar in his coffee like a cute girl in a romcom. hi gongeous

#you guys are so lucky there's nothing in the midnight run tag I've been thinking about it nonstop #like fandom brain 'every pop song should be a midnight run amv' nonstop #me loving the medusa touch: wait why is there fanfic in the middle of this grimy frightening sci-fi movie #me loving midnight run: wait why is there fanfic in the middle of this.. fanfic?? #midnight run #films

[justa-personn]

my beloved husband (ao3) has left me to go off and fight in the war (is down) it has been months since i last received a letter from him (i was on it yesterday) and i fear that we may never meet again (the volunteers are hard at work and will likely have the issue resolved soon)

#ao3 #archive of our own #ao3 meme #fanfic #fanfiction #ao3 down #archive of our own down #ao3 author #writer #fanfic meme #fanfiction meme #this whole ddos thing sounds frightening #if we lose ao3 i will literally just sit and stare at the wall all day with nothing to do #it’s my whole life i’m being so fr

[kookoofufu]

"knotting" "in heat" jesse what the fuck are you talking about

#every time i see a/b/o dynamics in the tags of a fic i just side-eye and look away #idk how ive avoided it this long. it frightens me #fanfic #ao3

[annaofthenorthernlights]

Wrapped in the mood

@flufftober @slumberpartybingo (Halloween/Fall Flash Bingo)

Fandom: Frozen Pairing: Kristanna Rating: T Words: 969

covering follwoing prompts:

flufftober 2023 day 08 “rainy day”

Fall-Flash Bingo „Autumn aesthetics: Thick knit scarves wrapped around your neck”

Halloween Flash Bingo “Frightening films: [Rec]"

The rain has been pouring down for days, clearly autumn weather, and it is pelting them with full force. Kristoff is glad that it's Friday evening and the weekend is beckoning to relax and put his feet up. After a hectic week, there is nothing better than spending some quality time indoors with his fiancée, spending an afternoon without getting soaked.

Read on AO3

#flufftober #day 08 #rainy day #frozen #Kristoff x Anna #kristanna #fanfic #fluff #cosy time #slumberpartybingo #halloween flash bingo #fall flash bingo #Autumn aesthetics: Thick knit scarves wrapped around your neck #frightening films: [Rec] #rated T

[inevitablemoment]

Seeing as today marks twenty-six years since Frank and Lucy got married in my post-canon fic series Altered Perceptions, I commissioned the lovely @lilvicsart to draw one of Frank and Lucy's wedding pictures. This was taken at their hidden hill in between the ceremony and the reception.

#The Frighteners #Frank Bannister #Lucy Lynskey #Lunnister #lilvicsart #Commission #Wherever Love Takes Me #Wherever Love Takes Me Extras #Altered Perceptions 'verse #Altered Perceptions #Michael J. Fox #Trini Alvarado #OTP: Alters Your Perception #Frank x Lucy #Frank Bannister x Lucy Lynskey #Fan Art #Fanfic and Fandom

[milton-dammers]

Dammers, a ghost story.

"I'm stuck here, I don't know and I don't remember why I'm here, but I know that damn Bannister has something to do with it. I followed him, was about to arrest him again, but something got in the way."

*soft crying*

"I feel invisible by people, not surprisingly, I always did, it made me perfect for being undercover, now I'm here in Fairwater. I don't want to leave here, at least that's how I feel. I have a lot to do here, I haven't finished yet."

"I will be helping Sheriff Perry, he is too under-qualified! And then there's Bannister! Let everyone hear from me how dangerous he is! This is not the end of Agent Dammers yet!"

*giggle*

#milton dammers #the frighteners #fanfic #horrorfamily

[boxwinebaddie]

hi friends!!! i don't usually do this, but i am a little frightened about my physical health! um! i may be having a panic attack, but i am concerned my bacterial infection is...not getting better. :(((( and i am waiting for the video visit with my doctor as we speak.

um, i am shaking and crying a little so if anyone can spare any sort of kindness, i would really appreciate it! any headcanons you may have, silly thoughts, questions for me! even if you can tell me about something you've gone through today or this week! a person you have a crush on! things that make you laugh!

i apologize for being slightly insane, but i feel like kyle in that my mind is strong but my body is weak, even though i am having a panic attack so y mind is a little weak!

anyways! i love you all very, very, much! i should be fine...i just pride myself on being human on here and i am having a very vulnerable, frightened and human moment. thank you for everything you do. <3

i hope you heal and....i seriously fucking hope i do too, lmao.

-uncle nina, dramatically on my death bed

#sorry for being dramatix and insane i am getting very scared #i feel like fanfic authors are often like omg sorry for the late update i got hit by a car! i almost died! i got mauled by an animal! #but like actually sorry my update is late this bacterial infection i developed recently is....still not better! haha! my body may fail #i love you all im being dramatic im gonna be fine but i am having a large panic attack sorry for being frightening

[ameliatheamazing]

Sorry I haven’t written for a while. Wait, why am I apologizing? A lot has been going on and I’m pretty tired, I don’t always have time to write in a stupid diary.

Ok, I am sorry for that. You’re not stupid.

I WROTE SOMETHING!! Not a super traditional fic, since it’s just the entire series told through amity’s diary, but a fic nonetheless. I hope ppl can have as much fun reading it as I did writing it. 

Part 1 covers the first season, and part 2 is in the works! happy reading :)

#i’m always a little nostalgic for s1 amity #her crush on luz gets SERIOUS in this one #disaster lesbian levels rise to frightening new heights #i had fun :) #the owl house #toh fanart #my art #toh fanfic #amity blight

[queenmabcreates]

#david x patrick #sc fanfic #schitt's creek #ao3 fanfic #david rose #patrick brewer #the frighteners #halloween #wip wednesday

[sunflowercider]

not to get all 2013 on your dashboards tonight but i thought about a pacrim au for tged two days ago and havent been able to stop thinking about it since

#tged #IT COULD WORK #writing my thoughts down in my frightening large 'fanfic ideas' doc

[megsiepoo]

Valefar sucked in a frightened breath, nearly choking on the air that rushed into his lungs, and he stumbled back a few unsteady steps before wheeling around and sprinting through the woods, careless of where his legs took him. The voice behind him broke into a sharp cackle, the echo bouncing off the trees and surrounding Valefar on all sides. He resisted the urge to squeeze his eyes shut and cower and kept running. 

It's Halloween, time to get spooky!

Sorry about the impromptu hiatus. My brain has been mush lately. Been having a hard time putting my ideas on paper. Hoping that'll ease up some, but if not, please be patient! I'm not gone, promise.

Hope you enjoy this spooky little fic! I'm wanting to do more as Halloween approaches. Feedback appreciated as always!

#cult of the lamb #cotl #fan fiction #ao3 fanfic #ao3 #valefor #cotl valefar #the fox #the fox cotl #the Lamb mentioned #spooky #scary #fear #frightened #running #running away #darkness #threats #leave valefar alone #he's just a baby #no beta read we die like the bishops

[chromatic-corrosion]

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#i would post my art here. but i... just dont feel like i could. its like showing hundreds of eyes a passion project. #you dont know how they would react. and that frightens me. #my art isnt that good in the first place. far too cartoony. #and my way of drawing humans? its so difficult to draw humans. #and yet... i just want to post it. i want people to see it. #i want people to see my art for some random fanfic. #i dont know why i just want to share my human caine art so much. #i guess their fanfic and post combined just make it difficult to not want to share my idea on what happens next. #for those who are reading- #the art piece i want to post of my human caine design staring at his reflecting in a handheld mirror. wide-eyed. holding a hand to his face. #its just... i dont even know why im so scared to post it at this point. #seasalt speaks