#one day his muse will return but for now- accept Hannah
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Any ship is fine, lol
So, finally we get to the smutty fic recs. It's a mix of several ships. Please make sure to leave kudos/comments/reviews on the stories you enjoyed reading, no matter how old the fic is or how many comments it has already.
I answered an ask for smutty fic recs for Rarry and Romione some time ago. You can find those for Romione HERE, and those for Rarry HERE and HERE.
The following fic recs are for different pairings. And, surprisingly, not all of them are Ron-centric. These are all M/E-rated.
you did a number on me (but honestly, baby, who's counting?) theheadgirl [Perciver, 4k+]
One late night at the Ministry, Percy forgets a date. Oliver decides to make sure that it doesn't happen again.
the missing sock by theheadgirl [Perciver, 3k+]
In Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, Molly asks Harry if a Puddlemere United sock she found is his. Harry says he doesn't support Puddlemere. How did it get to the Burrow? Maybe if someone had thought to ask Percy ...
Quintuple Meter by @krethes [Wolfstar, 7k+]
"Sirius knows magic isn't real—that's the stuff of story books and fevered dreams—but now, watching Remus play, he reconsiders his convictions."
Pianist Sirius Black has worked his entire life for this opportunity and considers himself a master of his craft. Remus Lupin, the most sought-after cellist in Europe, proves him wrong.
Whisper, Soft and Dark by @fantasyborn [Pavender, 500 words]
She gasps at the brush of fingers on her skin and it’s disconcerting that she can’t hear it; it’s terrifying to Lavender that she’s adjusted to her new stronger senses so quickly. The only reason she doesn’t spiral and panic is that, despite not being able to see or hear, she can smell Parvati in the room.
Jackalope Junktion by RavenpuffLove [Luna x Hannah, 9k+]
Jackalope Junktion: Home of the Great American Jackalope!
157 Sightings! An adventure for the whole family!
That's what the sign said.
Unfortunately it seemed people were getting less and less interested in the idea of seeing a jackrabbit with antlers.
Or they didn't believe that one actually existed.
Hannah couldn't really blame them for that. She didn't believe it either.
Red by @kedavranox [Ron x Teddy, 28k+]
Teddy is a rockstar; Ron is his muse. (Or a love story fueled by drugs, sex & rockn'roll—but mostly plain old awkward and embarrassing young love.)
Strike a Pose by mercurial_cool [Dron, 8k+]
Struggling financially in the midst of his costly divorce, Ron runs into a muggle woman at a pub who offers to pay him generously if he poses nude for her pornographic website. Ron accepts on the condition of anonymity, only to find out when he arrives for the shoot that the photographer is none other than Draco Malfoy, who has changed since his Hogwarts days in ways that Ron never could have expected.
A Private Celebration by Rickey [Rarry, 2k+]
One year later Harry and Ron have a public appearance followed by a private celebration.
Finding Home by RogueWhimsy [Dron, WIP]
The war ends and Ronald Weasley disappears. He returns a different man. This is a story of change, willing and unwilling, and of falling in love despite knowing better.
Try and Resist by @ultimateundesirable [Rarry, 1k+]
Trying to resist your base desires is hard, but over the years Ron has learned some self control. He never would have been able to learn how to control it without Harry.
Hush Hush by ForgottenChesire [Dron, 5k+]
“We need to elope.”
It’s a simple statement, said like discussing the weather. It’s a statement that takes a moment to sink in. And when it does, Ron sits up, his eyes wide. His mouth opens and closes and the noises he makes aren’t quite human. A glance out the window tells him more time has gone by than he had thought, dinner will be served soon in fact.
Ron Weasley and the Clothes of Doom by Liesha130 [Blairon, 32k+]
Do the clothes make the man?
Ron Weasley thinks he has no chance, until one night when he dresses up and Blaise Zabini can’t take his eyes off him. The solution is easy, then, right? Ron just has to keep dressing up, and Blaise will keep wanting him. But every time Ron puts the new clothes on, he’s sent spiraling off into a past filled with insecurity. Will he really be able to keep this up without going completely bonkers? And what does Blaise actually want from him, anyway?
#nelli answers#anon ask#ask#hp fic recs#perciver#wolfstar#pavender#luna x hannah#rarry#romione#ronarry#blairon#ron x teddy
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Missing Brothers
@impulse-incorporated (I took your reply to Billy Lee and changed it over to Hannah Sunderland because she’s willing to talk on that subject)
“Always.”
As much as she missed Selah, she knew she couldn’t expect the two of them to always live near each other. He was in Philadelphia now; he was a Congressman. And yet, Molly hated the way she constantly had this feeling of want; all she wanted was to be reunited with her younger brother.
“How about you? Do you have any siblings?”
“Sounds like thee and your brother were close,” Hannah softly assesses. “What’s his name?” The Friend questions curiously. Those initial inquiries are followed up with, “is he in the city, the camp, or one of the prisons?” Or worse, she thinks, he could be dead, but a part of Hannah sincerely hoped he wasn’t.
“A few. I have a younger sister named Sally and a twin brother named Robert. Robert’s... been arrested as a Patriot. Under Howe’s orders no one can visit him. Not even I.” She chokes. Pausing she debates the wisdom of sharing more. The other woman looked trust-worthy enough. “I’m forbidden to have anything to do with him or this conflict as I am a Friend.”
“Does missing them ever become easier?”
#Missing brothers#Muse: hannah sunderland#bear with me I'm rereading the book off and on#I think she may have a few other siblings and I swore they introduced them in the first few chapters. I'm going to have to reread them#and I know you wanted billy lee and perhaps#one day his muse will return but for now- accept Hannah
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Klaus and Caroline meet while on dates with other people. They ditch said date to run off together.
Consider this a second gift on your day of birth haha
♡ KLAROLINE DRABBLE #54: The Best of Both♡
Her date is but three feet away heading in the direction of the toilets when Klaus leans over to comment, “Not to be rude, love, but your date sounds like a wanker.”
Yes, it’s just her luck that Klaus Mikaelson, the man she spent her prom night being...deflowered by and has subsequently ignored since, is on his own date — at the table next to hers no less. And he isn’t wrong about her date. Tyler has, thus far, made some rather grand claims and arguably sexist remarks. But she’s had a dry spell in the dating department so it’s just nice to be out of the house for once.
Still, she isn’t willing to give Klaus the satisfaction and says, “Really? Well, yours sounds like she still thinks Miley and Hannah are two different people.” She isn’t expecting him to get the reference but he laughs so suddenly it makes her cheeks go rosy.
His eyebrows jump and with a toothy grin, he questions, “What? Do you really think I could avoid such pop culture with Rebekah as my sister?”
A reluctant breath of amusement escapes her. “Good point.” She leans back in her seat, tries to not let her discomfort about the sticky leather show. “So, what are your plans for this evening? Hoping to get lucky?”
“I could ask the same of you,” he shoots back with perfect timing. It was what landed her in his bed on prom night some five years ago. That and the punch Damon Salvatore had liquored up. His eyes are trailing up from her bare legs to her audaciously short, purple dress as he absentmindedly comments, “God knows your date doesn’t have enough brain cells to make him useful for anything else.”
Her lips part and she feels a lump build in her throat. It’s another thing he isn’t wrong about. It’s been a long dry spell. His grin is growing wider before she can conjure anything witty so she opts for the more childish route instead, “Well...shut up.”
Klaus chuckles and it’s just too damn pleasant not to smile in reaction to. “I’d be happy to,” he speaks so innocently but unsurprisingly let’s that devious lilt return to his voice, “but I know I could do so much better and so could you.”
His rich, blue eyes are offering a familiar flash of confidence and he’s raising a single brow. Suddenly, she feels like a teenager again and her cheeks are undoubtedly on fire. She chews on her lips, pupils darting side to side. “We can’t. It would be rude.”
Klaus rolls his eyes but there’s no love lost as his grin is still plastered on. “Sweetheart, my date is over at the bar chatting up a very obviously married man,” he nods towards the very scene in which his date (her name was Aurora, she thinks — not that she was eavesdropping) is fingering the tie of an older gentleman, “And judging by the fidgety nature of yours, he has other priorities.” He taps the side of his nose and smirks.
Again (dammit), he isn’t wrong. She is very certain she caught her date shoving a little baggy into his pocket after his first trip to the bathroom. She doesn’t give in so easily, though. She purses her lips and gazes around the room one final time. “Fine,” it’s a quick acceptance, one she refuses to prolong. She swiftly pops open her clutch and retrieves a pen (you never know when you’ll need one).
His brows furrow, confusion now a priority over his triumphant smirk. “What are you doing?”
“Leaving a note!” Caroline states obviously, her eyes as wide as can be. She rises from her seat and reaches for a napkin. Placing it against the table and letting her pen hover, she asks with a scrunched up nose, “What’s a good excuse?”
He stifles a chuckle as he chokes out the suggestion, “It’s not me, it’s you?”
She scoffs and throws him a quick glare before focusing on the note once more. “I think it’s meant to be the other way around.”
Klaus leans in, unabashedly grazing his lips against her ear as he retorts, “Not in this case.”
Though she’s dying to shiver at the contact, she brushes it off with a shake of her head and muses, “I’ll just...” She scribbles furiously, makes sure to end with a couple ‘x’s and sets it down to analyse.
“‘Had an emergency. Sorry to run’,” he recites with much heart and clutches his hand against his chest. “Poor lad. Let’s hope he manages to find the table before a waitress tosses it out.”
Her lips twitch because as infuriating as he is, she can’t deny how much that is outweighed by her attraction (and the white dress shirt he’s wearing does NOT help). “Just go,” she huffs and shoves him by the arm.
It isn’t exactly how Caroline expected her night to end but...she isn’t complaining.
#klaroline#the vampire diaries#the originals#klaus and caroline#caroline forbes#klaus mikaelson#klaroline fanfiction#tvd#drabble
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Castle of Glass
Chapter One: War
Words: 2140
Summary: A Hell Gate has opened on Earth, so you and your siblings decide to defend humanity, inadvertently locking yourselves out of Heaven. Now you must wander the Earth doing good deeds until your penance has been served. Unfortunately, your attempt goes a little awry and you find yourself a prisoner of the man they call the Hollow King…. [Female reader, angel reader.]
Warnings: None
Inspiration was this post: https://beka-tiddalik.tumblr.com/post/160726927715/a-tradition
MASTERLIST SERIES MASTERLIST
Your brothers were not royalty or rulers, but they were warriors. When the demons rose up from the Underground and threatened humanity, they all shaved their heads and sent it to the Demon King. You did the same and your sisters did, too.
(Now, this is not to say that all demons are bad, or that demons did not walk the Earth before the war. This is to say that when the Underground emptied, the demons turned the world into chaos, burning the land with every step they took.)
You all fought the demons for humanity, pushed the majority back to the Underground. And when the battle was won, the humans all feared you. They would not thank you, they cowered before you.
Some humans stole your blades and started killing your brothers and sisters.
So the angels learned to hide themselves amongst humanity – and you all did it well. You never used your grace unless it was life or death; and even then, you weighed the consequences.
(You might ask why the angels did not return Skyward. It was because if a single angel did anything without orders on the Earth, it upset the balance in their hearts and they would have to do penance before they were allowed back home.)
Over the years, some of your siblings married humans; some married into royalty, some wed commoners, and some of them decided to have fun while on Earth.
You traveled the world and helped those you could. You had no alliances, no ill will towards anyone – but when you came across this kingdom, the Kingdom of Embers, you had to help.
The barren land had been burned decades ago, but had never recovered because there had been no rain there. Black and gray ash covered the land and the towns you came across were practically empty. A riverbed that ran around the entirety of the kingdom was dry and cracked – no longer did it flow with deep, cool water.
So you sat down and made a spell with your Grace. You pulled the white-blue light out of your chest in the middle of a town, not caring what anyone thought, because there was no one around. Within an hour, the sky was dark and rumbling and the air was soaked with the heavy smell of rain. It started raining an hour later.
The soldiers came for you not long after that. They took you to the palace in chains that kept you bound through magical means. A flame and a ring of Holy Fire in the cells trapped you.
You looked up at the Hollow King, Sam Winchester. The circle of fire you were sitting in threw dancing shadows on the walls and the light danced in his eyes. His brown hair swept to his shoulders – signifying he had not declared war in many, many years.
You wondered what war he had declared. What the knife that he cut his hair with looked like.
There was a blade inside your boot that the soldiers had not found and its shape pressing against your skin comforted you.
His face had been like stone throughout your story and now you understood why they called him the Hollow King. You did, however, find it strangely ironic that his presence took up the room.
He nodded. “I see. So, your spell,” he motioned toward the window and the pouring rain outside, “How long is it supposed to last?”
You looked outside and tsked. "It will rain for three days," you replied, "Then it will stop for three days, and continue in that pattern. This cycle will repeat ten times."
"Sixty days," he mused, "Two months." He nodded and slowly walked around the room. "You know, in all the years that my kingdom has been in this state-" he gestured grandly out the window, "no one, ever, has offered assistance. Even when my people left in droves because of the barren land, we received nothing from our allies." He dropped his arms, but kept his tall, powerful stance. "They let us starve."
You blinked, not sure what he was trying to say. Strange that he was so cold to you when he first ordered you put in the tower and now, much later, he spoke to you as though you were a few steps away from being a guest.
“Sire,” a voice called from the stairwell. Sam turned to face the newcomer. The messenger handed him a box and a small tool to pry off the nails before leaving the room, leaving you alone with the king again.
You stared at the box and saw how he was hesitant to open it. Markings painted on the sides gave away its contents in Enochian. You fought the smile that threatened to spill over your features. “How long have I been held prisoner here, your majesty?” you asked.
He glanced at you and began to slowly walk the perimeter of your prison. “Two days,” he replied easily, prying off a nail with the tool the guard had given him.
Refusing to let the fact that you had been here two days and he was only now coming to speak to you bother you, you asked, “You’ve already received a message before this, haven’t you?”
No emotions showed on his face to betray the truth. Tink. The nail clattered to the floor and he pried up the next one.
“The messenger didn’t tell you who it was from because you already knew,” you stated.
Tink.
He had walked halfway around the circle by now. He didn’t spare you a glance; his focus was on the box.
Tink.
“You don’t even need to open it – you know what’s inside,” you goaded, practically giddy with excitement.
Tink. Plack!
The lid fell flat on the stone and the king stared at the inside of the box. It was overflowing with hair.
Long hair, short hair, brown hair, black hair, white hair, thin and straight, coarse and curly….
All for you.
There was a note at the top and he picked it up. It was a list of names and corresponding kingdoms.
Castiel, King of the Kingdom of Mines
Balthazar, Captain of the Pirate Band in the SouthEastern Seas
Michael, Commander of the Legion of Soldiers in the Mountains of Triana
Hannah, Gabriel, Gadreel, Lucifer, Raphael, Anael, Ezekiel, Samandriel, the list went on and he stopped reading.
Sam picked up a long strand of red hair that you supposed belonged to Anna. She had attached her jeweled hairpin to her strand.
You knew that meant Anna held nothing but utter contempt for whom she had cut her hair when she attached her hairpin.
“When was the last time you cut your hair?” you asked quietly.
Because you have refused to return our sister to us, we hereby declare war upon you.
“When I swore to kill a demon,” he replied distantly. “I didn’t end up killing him, but my hair had already been cut.” War had never been waged upon him nor his kingdom, but he knew the rules. You had never seen or heard of any ruler receiving so much hair before.
“What was the demon’s name and why did you swear to kill him, only to not?” There were demons who wanted nothing more than to help, but the price for a demon’s help was always the same: A soul.
Ripped apart by hellhounds and your soul dragged into the fiery afterlife that was the Underground.
Sam looked up at you, his head tilted a bit. “His name was Crowley,” he answered, noting how you stiffened ever so slightly at the Demon King’s name, “and he initially refused to bring my brother back to life.”
You blinked and a heavy feeling of dread unfurled in the pit of your stomach. Bringing someone back from the dead was not an easy or natural thing. Reapers had to be bargained with, the Underground and Skyward would have to have scoured to find the soul, and even IF the Reapers agreed, the GateKeepers had to allow the soul back out.
And that was considering if the soul had been freshly reaped and the body hadn’t decomposed too far.
That bargain would cost much more than the soul of the one who bargained. You thought about the barren land, the empty towns, and the silent soldiers.
“What did it cost you?” you asked, genuinely curious, but cautious of the answer.
“It cost my soul,” Sam stated, practically emotionless as he straightened up to his full height, “and my lands. I agreed to let the Demon King make a Hell Gate here – and when the demons poured out of the Underground, they scorched the earth and made it barren.”
You jumped to your feet as rage flowed through you. “You,” you spat, “It was you, you let them out!” The faces of your brothers and sisters that died during the battle flashed through your mind and you balled your hands into fists as you gritted your teeth.
The Hollow King tilted his chin up a bit. “You are angry,” he noted, “Why does that anger you?”
“My kin and I came down from the Sky to help your kind,” you seethed, “Because it was our duty to protect you, because the scales had been tipped, we abandoned our home and now cannot return for centuries until our penance has been completed!” Your heart pounded as you thought of all your siblings that died at the hands of humans that were too afraid to accept help and killed angels for the sheer novelty of it.
Kneeling down, you unlaced your boot and plucked the knife free. You stood up and locked eyes with the king again. Without blinking, you reached behind your head and shaved off a strand of hair at the base of your neck. You took a few hairs to tie the strand together and then threw it at his feet.
Sam looked down at your hair, a shadow of surprise on his face, and then back up at you.
Your face was grim with hate and determination. Your kin had added decades to their penance for waging war and you would not let that go unmatched.
“I, (Y/N), declare war upon you,” you defied, tilting your chin up, “for having loosed the Demon Hoard upon the Earth, for all the Humans that died at their hands, and all the Angels that died at the hands of your kind, I declare war upon you.”
He didn’t react. His face never changed to show anger or sadness or cocky assuredness. He simply watched your outburst and cold defiance.
It unnerved you. “What say you?”
“I say… that oil has a few more days until it burns out,” he said, observing the flaming ring that held you captive, “I say I do not fear the entirety of the Skyward Host’s war against me.” He looked up at you and finished, “And I say… I think I’ll send for more oil.”
You blanched. Was… was he mad? Perhaps he was suicidal?
“Do you honestly have such faith in your soldiers and abilities as King that you do not fear us?” you demanded.
Pride overtook his features as he smirked, “I do.”
“And when the Demon King comes to collect your soul?” you asked, “What will you do then? What will your abilities be to him?”
“Oh, he’s already come and gone,” Sam said easily, readjusting the box in his hands, “He’s already collected my debt, in fact, he got it right away after our deal.”
You tilted your head, trying to understand. Not only did this man singlehandedly unleash Hell upon the Earth, he defied the natural order of things by bringing a soul back from the afterlife, and he has apparently been living for years now without a soul? “You… you have no soul?” you asked, furrowing your brows.
“There is more to this than you can see,” Sam offered, picking up your hair from the floor, but not putting it in the box with the others, “and more than I am willing to tell you right now. But I’ll tell you soon enough.” He smiled at you – just a smile, not conveying any emotion or having any deeper meaning than a half-kindness – and turned to the stairs.
He made it ten paces before you cried out to him to wait.
He stopped, but did not turn.
“Was it worth it?” you asked, nearing the flames as far as you dared, “Was your brother worth the cost?”
The Hollow King silently deliberated. He turned his head over his shoulder, but not enough for him to look at you. “Yes. And I’d do it again.”
Then he faced forward again and left you with the crackling flames.
#sam x reader#dean x reader#reader insert#angel!reader#soulless!sam x reader#demon!dean x reader#spn fic#you are a sarcastic piece of sh*t#but that's why everyone loves you#fic: castle of glass#mymusehatesme
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Muse wishlist masterlist
This is a master list of all my muses and my wishlist starters for each one. As always, please read the rules, headcanons, and verses as many of my muses have muses. Also, I ship certain muses with certain others and my canons are generally not open to OCs but my own OC muse page is. Pay attention to what I require for ships cuz I won’t like to be forced or tricked into anything.
Mun @hannah-deserved-better
Main Muses: Hannah, @hannahhostofheaven Eileen Leahy, @eileenleahyrp Jo Harvelle @joharvellerpg
Secondary Muses: Castiel @castherebel, Dean Winchester, @deantherighteousman67 Sam Winchester @samthedemonprince
OCs: Devorah Novak, Autumn Winchester, Jonah Winchester @xhuntersandangelsx
Fan art and writing blog: @hanstielprompts
Main Muses
My Main muses are Hannah, Eileen Leahy, and Jo Harvelle.
Hannah @hannahhostofheaven
Ship partners: I only really ship Hannah with Castiel.
Expedition: Hannah is the plant specialist chosen to go to the unexplored and uncharted parts of South America.
https://hannahhostofheaven.tumblr.com/post/182233515625/expeditioncastiel-wanted
Martians: This is an AU with human!Hannah who is the chief planetary scientist, and Castiel, the chief astrobiologist and they and their team have been chosen to go to Mars. It’s a long journey to the red planet and who knows what awaits them when they get there.
https://hannahhostofheaven.tumblr.com/post/182232682180/martianscastiel-wanted
Blinding Grace: Hannah is stripped of her grace and blinded. She must find a way to survive on Earth, a world she has never been to, and live without her sight as well.
https://hannahhostofheaven.tumblr.com/post/182232658105/blinding-gracecastiel-wanted
Small town secrets: Human!Hannah AU. Hannah grew up in this small town. She’s always had a reputation for being a ‘good girl’ and her father cares a lot about reputations. But she doesn’t want to be this ‘good girl’ forever. After her sister committed suicide, she is determined to break away from all of this.
https://hannahhostofheaven.tumblr.com/post/182232640215/small-town-secretscastiel-muse-wanted
Custody Battle: (https://hannahhostofheaven.tumblr.com/post/179471763690/custody-battle-open-rpcastiel-muses-only) Hannah and Castiel are trying to raise Jack together but Lucifer is seeking a more Human method of getting his son by trying to take Castiel to court for custody rights while Castiel has been trying to adopt the Nephilim.
Adoption and babies: (https://hannahhostofheaven.tumblr.com/post/179469274250/nephilim-adoption-open-rp-castiel-muses-only) The same idea as Custody battle but with a pregnancy plot twist.
Another angel from the Empty: (https://hannahhostofheaven.tumblr.com/post/179469260980/another-angel-from-the-empty-open-rp-castiel) Hannah has returned from the Empty with strange memories of her past lives. Raphael is back as well and he has a bone to pick with both angels, and for Jack.
Memories from the past: (https://hannahhostofheaven.tumblr.com/post/179522330705/memories-of-the-past-open-rp-castiel-muse) Hannah and Castiel are raising Jack together out of the bunker but these memories and dreams of her past just won’t go away. With Michael and the apocalypse looming, and Raphael’s return a major threat, and serial killer Nick on the loose, this isn’t a good time to discover she’s pregnant.
Winter and Autumn holidays: (https://hannahhostofheaven.tumblr.com/post/179599600115/halloween-open-rp-castiel-muses-only) Castiel, Hannah, and Jack enjoy the holiday season, starting with halloween. Hannah is pregnant and hasn’t told anyone yet, and Raphael is back and out for blood and to break up the happy family. Lots of fluff and cuteness in this one, and lots of possible angst.
Apocalypse Rising: (https://hannahhostofheaven.tumblr.com/post/179933523730/apocalypse-risingopen-startercas-and-hannah) Castiel and Hannah survive the terrible destruction after a comet hit the Earth leaving millions dead. There are very few humans left alive and those that did survive face a bleak future. Drained of grace, Castiel and Hannah are stuck on Earth and have to survive alongside the devastated humans.
Wheel of the Year: (https://hannahhostofheaven.tumblr.com/post/179933843295/wheel-of-the-year-castiel-muse-wanted-open-rp) Hannah is living with Castiel and after Raphael stole her grace, she’s been adjusting to life as a human.
University: (https://hannahhostofheaven.tumblr.com/post/179934654335/university-au-castiel-muse-only-open-rp) Hannah is an anthropology and theology studies major who meets the handsome new department addition (Castiel). No one knows she is an angel.
Archaeologist AU: (https://hannahhostofheaven.tumblr.com/post/179934823840/treasure-hunters-castiel-muse-onlyopen-rp) Hannah is on Earth working as an archaeologist. She’s traveled the world and seen so many interesting things. Now Castiel has a chance to travel with her as they travel, looking for a few lost artifacts that belong to heaven.
Grace thieves: (https://hannahhostofheaven.tumblr.com/post/179934889335/grace-thieves-castiel-muse-only-open-rp): Hannah shows up at Castiel’s door, beaten and hurt. She’s just returned from the empty and she was assaulted by rogue angels who have been attacking and stealing other angel’s grace and then selling it in this Angel-demon black market. Note: This will be a very dark starter and hints at sexual assault and violation.
Alley angels: (https://hannahhostofheaven.tumblr.com/post/179934952155/alley-angelscastiel-muse-needed-open-rp): Hannah has been living homeless in a bad part of the city since her return from the empty. She’s graceless and having a hard time struggling on Earth.
Brothels: (https://hannahhostofheaven.tumblr.com/post/179935032810/brothels-castiel-muse-needed-open-rp): Having returned to heaven with her grace low, Hannah is forced to live in a brothel in order to provide for herself.
Hunters: (https://hannahhostofheaven.tumblr.com/post/179935131120/hunter-angel-castiel-muse-open-rp): Hannah has joined the bunker, as the latest angelic rebel and has decided to become a hunter. Dean has not been very accepting of her.
Apocalypse Hannah: (https://hannahhostofheaven.tumblr.com/post/179935182530/apocalypse-hannah-aucastiel-muse-needed-open-rp) Hannah from the apocalypse world makes it into the real world with a lot of trauma.
Farm Living: (https://hannahhostofheaven.tumblr.com/post/179947122030/farm-livingcastiel-and-jack-muses-only-open-rp) Castiel and Hannah become farm land owners. They plan to raise Jack and their children on this land, but it’s not all it seems. The neighbors are a nightmare, it’s expensive, and there may be some hauntings on the land.
New World (https://hannahhostofheaven.tumblr.com/post/180881010480/new-worldapocalypsehannahcastiel-muse-wanted) Featuring Apocalypse world AU Hannah.
Beaten and Broken (https://hannahhostofheaven.tumblr.com/post/180880835420/beaten-and-brokenhumanhannahcastiel-muse-wanted) Featuring Human!Hannah verse. Hannah is dealing with an abusive stalker.
First day of school (https://hannahhostofheaven.tumblr.com/post/180880739165/first-day-of-schoolhumanhannahcastiel-muse-only) Human!Hannah. Hannah is dealing with being a teenage daughter of a strict, but absent single military father, and an older sister who never has anything nice to say.
Exploring Humanity: (https://hannahhostofheaven.tumblr.com/post/180879961020/exploring-humanitycastiel-muse-onlyopen-rp) A fluffy fic where Castiel shows Hannah how to explore humanity.
Season 14 Hannah: (https://hannahhostofheaven.tumblr.com/post/180878895590/season-14open-rpcastiel-muse-onlyjack-kline-too) This is an AU which keeps canon in mind. Hannah has returned to the empty, but she finds a massacre of angels and heaven falling apart. She seeks the only angel she know that can help.
** Time travel aus**
Unless plotted otherwise, the time travel aus will feature human!Hannah.
Ancient Rome AU: (https://hannahhostofheaven.tumblr.com/post/178114763510/daughter-of-rome-a-fan-fiction) The Roman Emporer’s daughter falls in love with a gladiator owned by her father.
Cinderella AU: (https://hannahhostofheaven.tumblr.com/post/178123750575/cinderellaopen-rpprincecastiel-needed) The peasant girl falls in love with the prince.
Scullery au (https://hannahhostofheaven.tumblr.com/post/178123788210/scullery-girlopen-rpcolonialcastiel-needed) In Colonial Massachusetts, the servant wife of a cruel man falls in love with a revolutionary.
Wild West Beauty and the beast au (https://hannahhostofheaven.tumblr.com/post/178123843785/wild-westopen-rpfrontiercastiel-needed) The daughter of a merchant is very attractive and gains the attention of the arrogant man in town, but she prefers a life of adventure and true love.
Bootlegger Cove: (https://hannahhostofheaven.tumblr.com/post/178123879800/roaring-twentiesopen-rp20scastiel-needed) The daughter of a mafia boss falls in love with her father’s rival’s son, in the roaring 20s.
Peace and Love: (https://hannahhostofheaven.tumblr.com/post/178238010560/peace-and-fallen-angels) Hannah goes to college to experience the spirit of the sixties. Her father thinks she is there to find a husband, but she has other ideas.
Eileen Leahy @eileenleahyrp
Ship Partners: Sam Winchester, Gabriel, Meg, Ruby, other canons. Open to poly.
Wolf Girl: (https://eileenleahyrp.tumblr.com/post/179461798234/wolf-girl-open-rp-sam-muses-only-possible) Eileen is a werewolf and has been keeping this secret since childhood. She’d been careful to cover her tracks, teetering between monster and woman. She’s never fed on a live human being, but the temptation is always there. Now she’s afraid she may have attracted the attention of a hunter.
Irish Clover: (https://eileenleahyrp.tumblr.com/post/179461838634/irish-clover-open-rp-sam-muses-only) Eileen is buying a farm in the Irish countryside together and she is eager to try to start a family in her hometown.
Mishap: (https://eileenleahyrp.tumblr.com/post/179462090914/mishap-open-rp-sam-muses-only) Eileen has been living at the bunker, helping the Winchesters hunt. With Michael on the loose and another ‘end of the world’ looming, this really isn’t a good time to find out she’s pregnant.
The Librarian: (https://eileenleahyrp.tumblr.com/post/180121661709/the-librariansam-or-gabriel-muse-wantedopen-rp) Eileen is working at a library in a small town and her chance encounter with a certain someone has lead to some interesting consequences.
Elusive Wolf: (https://eileenleahyrp.tumblr.com/post/180121700694/elusive-wolfsam-or-gabriel-muse-wantedopen-rp) Eileen finds herself in a town full of hunters and struggling to fight off her desires as her wolf instincts try to take over. It’s mating season, after all.
Wolf Twins: (https://eileenleahyrp.tumblr.com/post/180121740839/wolf-twinssam-or-gabriel-muse-wantedopen-rp) Eileen is pregnant with twins. Only problem is she doesn’t know who the father could be. The trickster or the youngest Winchester… or both. Either way, these children will be born with her wolf’s blood in their veins. Sabriel poly preferred for this one!
Two Hunters and an archangel: (https://eileenleahyrp.tumblr.com/post/180121770719/two-hunters-and-an-archangelsam-or-gabriel-muse) Eileen is trying to resist the charm of the other.
Men of Letters dropout: (https://eileenleahyrp.tumblr.com/post/180121823699/college-girlsam-or-gabriel-muse-wantedopen-rp) Eileen is hiding after she dropped out of the Men of Letters program for a very specific reason. Wolf au.
Cabin Fever: Eileen and her friends get snowed in. https://eileenleahyrp.tumblr.com/post/182146687009/cabin-fevergabriel-muse-wanted-poly-ship-with
Jo Harvelle @joharvellerpg
Ship partners preferred: Dean Winchester, Charlie Bradbury, Anna, other canons.
The Hunter and the hunted (https://joharvellerpg.tumblr.com/post/179461254605/the-hunter-and-the-hunted-open-rp-dean-muses) Jo has been a hunter all her life, but now everything has changed. How can she tell Dean that she is a vampire?
Roadhouse Living: (https://joharvellerpg.tumblr.com/post/179461334105/roadhouse-living-open-rp-dean-muses-only) Jo and Dean go on a hunting trip together and few people aren’t happy about it.
Secret Love: (https://joharvellerpg.tumblr.com/post/179461391340/secret-love-open-rp-dean-muses-only) Jo knows that her mother isn’t fond of Dean Winchester so she made sure to keep their secret affair a secret. But it’s hard to keep secrets in the hunter’s community. Especially when you also have a jealous ex boyfriend hunter who also hates Dean Winchester.
Wanted: (https://joharvellerpg.tumblr.com/post/179461427925/wanted-open-rp-dean-muse-only) Basically the same thing as Secret Love but with a surprise pregnancy plot twist. Vampire AU.
Apocalypse AU (https://joharvellerpg.tumblr.com/post/180124096815/apocalypse-aucharlie-muse-wantedopen-rp) Jo and Charlie are just trying to survive the apocalypse together.
The Hunter and the nerd: (https://joharvellerpg.tumblr.com/post/180124059965/the-hunter-and-the-nerdcharlie-muse-wantedopen) Jo meets Charlie at a comic con.
The Good cop: (https://joharvellerpg.tumblr.com/post/180124158425/the-good-copdean-or-charlie-muse-wantedopen-rp): Jo is a cop, a hunter, and a vampire.
The Change: (https://joharvellerpg.tumblr.com/post/180124212270/the-changedean-or-charlie-muse-wantedvampire-au) Jo struggles with the strange symptoms she is having. Vampire AU.
Stuck in the Middle: (https://joharvellerpg.tumblr.com/post/180124264980/stuck-in-the-middlecharlie-or-dean-muse) Jo struggles to decide whether to tell Charlie and Dean that she is sleeping with both of them.
College Time: (https://joharvellerpg.tumblr.com/post/180124309055/college-timedean-or-charlie-wantedopen-rp) Jo is going to college.
Double Life: (https://joharvellerpg.tumblr.com/post/180124351665/double-lifedean-or-charlie-wanted) Jo wants to start a family with both of her lovers.
Return from Grace: (https://joharvellerpg.tumblr.com/post/180124428085/return-from-gracedean-or-charlie-muse-wantedopen) Jo returns after being dead since season five. But she has been on a long journey these past years and she didn’t exactly return from the dead quite right. Vampire au.
Farmer’s life: (https://joharvellerpg.tumblr.com/post/180124529650/farmers-lifedean-or-charlie-muse-onlyopen-rp) Jo just bought a haunted farm.
Secondary muses
Castiel @castherebel
Ship partners: This Castiel muse only ships with Hannah muses
Sailing: Castiel and his team plan to sail around the world.
https://castherebel.tumblr.com/post/182231780203/sailinghannah-muse-wanted
Small town secrets: Human!Castiel AU. Castiel has arrived in this small town to start his new job. He is from the big city so this is a big change, but he’s excited to study bees at the local bee farm.
https://castherebel.tumblr.com/post/182231677683/small-town-secrets-hannah-muse-wanted-open-rp
Martians: This is an AU with human!Castiel who is the chief astrobiologist on this journey to Mars. Along with the chief planetary scientist, Hannah, Castiel knows that this journey is dangerous. It’s a long journey to the red planet and who knows what awaits them when they get there.
https://castherebel.tumblr.com/post/182231692603/martianshannah-muse-wantedopen-rp
Archaeologist AU: Castiel is on an archaeology expedition.
https://castherebel.tumblr.com/post/182231705528/archaeologist-auhannah-muse-wanted
University Professor: Castiel is the newest staff member at the local university and he’s excited to get to know his students.
https://castherebel.tumblr.com/post/182231721933/university-professorhannah-muse-wanted
Time travel AUs:
Cinderella: Castiel is a prince who has come to the small town to survey the area for his father the king. He is also looking for a local noble woman to marry. He doesn’t particularly want to marry, and he finds most noble women to be dull, but his father is putting pressure on him to produce heirs.
https://castherebel.tumblr.com/post/182231734363/cinderellatime-travel-auhannah-muse-wanted
Wild West: Castiel is the new sheriff in town.
https://castherebel.tumblr.com/post/182231753053/wild-westtime-travel-auhannah-muse-wanted
Ancient Rome: Castiel is a gladiator owned by a wealthy senator.
https://castherebel.tumblr.com/post/182231768128/roman-empiretime-travel-auhannah-muse-wanted
Dean Winchester @deantherighteousman67
Ship Partners: Jo Harvelle, Benny Lafitte, Anna, etc. Open to other canons but no Destiel and no Wincest.
Small town monsters: Dean comes to a small town hunting monsters and the person he saves is very grateful
https://deantherighteousman67.tumblr.com/post/182232171658/small-town-monsters-canon-muses-onlyno-destiel
University student: Dean’s first semester in college and he’s invited to a party.
https://deantherighteousman67.tumblr.com/post/182232187148/universitycanon-muse-wanted-no-destiel-or
Deserted island: Dean finds himself on a deserted island.
https://deantherighteousman67.tumblr.com/post/182232203388/deserted-islandcanon-muse-wantedno-destiel-or
Tornado Alley: Dean and some friends must survive a swarm of torndoes that leaves his community in shambles.
https://deantherighteousman67.tumblr.com/post/182232230673/tornado-alleycanon-muse-wantedno-destiel-or
Time travel AU Greasers: Dean is the big man on campus at his local high school. It is 1955 and he is hoping his 55’ chevy will get him some attention.
https://deantherighteousman67.tumblr.com/post/182232251258/greaserstime-travel-aucanon-muse-wantedno
Sam Winchester @samthedemonprince
Ship partners: Gabriel, Eileen Leahy, Ruby, other canons. No Wincest and no Sastiel.
Baby on a doorstep: Sam opens his door to find a baby left on his doorstep https://samthedemonprince.tumblr.com/post/182204748550/baby-at-the-doorstepopen-rp-spn-canons-only
Camping: Sam and his friends go on a camping trip that could take a turn for the dangerous.
https://samthedemonprince.tumblr.com/post/182234017270/campingcanon-muse-wanted
Blind Date: Sam goes on a blind date https://samthedemonprince.tumblr.com/post/182144571865/blind-datecanon-muse-wantedopen-rp
Fossil hunter: Sam is a paleontologist on a dig near a small town.
https://samthedemonprince.tumblr.com/post/182233927785/paleontologycanon-muse-wantedno-wincest
I’m Dying: Sam has a deadly illness and there doesn’t seem to be a cure.
https://samthedemonprince.tumblr.com/post/182144501655/im-dyingcanon-muse-wantedopen-rp
OC muses @xhuntersandangelsx
Autumn Winchester: Daughter of Sam Winchester and Eileen Leahy
Devorah Vermuellen-Novak: Daughter of Castiel and Hannah
Jonah Harvelle-Winchester: son of Dean Winchester and Jo Harvelle.
Ship partners: OC friendly.
Devorah takes horse back riding lessons. Age 12. Link
Autumn takes music lessons. Age 11. Link
Jonah takes karate lessons. Age 10. Link
High School
Devorah gets caught up in a tornado. Age 18. Link
Devorah’s high school trip to the zoo. Age 17. Link
Autumn band trip to San Francisco. Age 17. Link
Autumn goes to the renaissance fair. Age 16 Link
Jonah takes the impala on a joy ride. Age 16. Link
Jonah’s tae kwon do tournament in Chicago. Age 15. Link
College years
Devorah checks out club day. Age 20. Link
Devorah’s car breaks down on her way home. Age 21. Link
Autumn’s college job. Age 19. Link
Autumn’s frat party. Age 20. Link
Jonah the hunter. Age 21. Link
Jonah’s night out on the town. Age 20. Link
Olderyears
Devorah’s blind date. Age 26. Link
Devorah goes to Africa to stop poachers. Age 25. Link
Autumn goes on an archaeological dig to Greece. Age 25. Link
Autumn attends the museum halloween party. Age 24. Link
Jonah’s checking out Kansas City. Age 24. Link
Jonah wakes up in bed, forgetting who he slept with. Age 24. Link
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Wishlist
* These are for Castiel muses only. ** If you are interested in RPing one of these and find it’s already been taken by someone else, PM me and I will make you a new link. **
Expedition: Hannah is the plant specialist chosen to go to the unexplored and uncharted parts of South America.
https://hannahhostofheaven.tumblr.com/post/182233515625/expeditioncastiel-wanted
Martians: This is an AU with human!Hannah who is the chief planetary scientist, and Castiel, the chief astrobiologist and they and their team have been chosen to go to Mars. It's a long journey to the red planet and who knows what awaits them when they get there.
https://hannahhostofheaven.tumblr.com/post/182232682180/martianscastiel-wanted
Blinding Grace: Hannah is stripped of her grace and blinded. She must find a way to survive on Earth, a world she has never been to, and live without her sight as well.
https://hannahhostofheaven.tumblr.com/post/182232658105/blinding-gracecastiel-wanted
Small town secrets: Human!Hannah AU. Hannah grew up in this small town. She’s always had a reputation for being a ‘good girl’ and her father cares a lot about reputations. But she doesn’t want to be this ‘good girl’ forever. After her sister committed suicide, she is determined to break away from all of this.
https://hannahhostofheaven.tumblr.com/post/182232640215/small-town-secretscastiel-muse-wanted
Custody Battle: (https://hannahhostofheaven.tumblr.com/post/179471763690/custody-battle-open-rpcastiel-muses-only) Hannah and Castiel are trying to raise Jack together but Lucifer is seeking a more Human method of getting his son by trying to take Castiel to court for custody rights while Castiel has been trying to adopt the Nephilim.
Adoption and babies: (https://hannahhostofheaven.tumblr.com/post/179469274250/nephilim-adoption-open-rp-castiel-muses-only) The same idea as Custody battle but with a pregnancy plot twist.
Another angel from the Empty: (https://hannahhostofheaven.tumblr.com/post/179469260980/another-angel-from-the-empty-open-rp-castiel) Hannah has returned from the Empty with strange memories of her past lives. Raphael is back as well and he has a bone to pick with both angels, and for Jack.
Memories from the past: (https://hannahhostofheaven.tumblr.com/post/179522330705/memories-of-the-past-open-rp-castiel-muse) Hannah and Castiel are raising Jack together out of the bunker but these memories and dreams of her past just won’t go away. With Michael and the apocalypse looming, and Raphael’s return a major threat, and serial killer Nick on the loose, this isn’t a good time to discover she’s pregnant.
Winter and Autumn holidays: (https://hannahhostofheaven.tumblr.com/post/179599600115/halloween-open-rp-castiel-muses-only) Castiel, Hannah, and Jack enjoy the holiday season, starting with halloween. Hannah is pregnant and hasn’t told anyone yet, and Raphael is back and out for blood and to break up the happy family. Lots of fluff and cuteness in this one, and lots of possible angst.
Apocalypse Rising: (https://hannahhostofheaven.tumblr.com/post/179933523730/apocalypse-risingopen-startercas-and-hannah) Castiel and Hannah survive the terrible destruction after a comet hit the Earth leaving millions dead. There are very few humans left alive and those that did survive face a bleak future. Drained of grace, Castiel and Hannah are stuck on Earth and have to survive alongside the devastated humans.
Wheel of the Year: (https://hannahhostofheaven.tumblr.com/post/179933843295/wheel-of-the-year-castiel-muse-wanted-open-rp) Hannah is living with Castiel and after Raphael stole her grace, she’s been adjusting to life as a human.
University: (https://hannahhostofheaven.tumblr.com/post/179934654335/university-au-castiel-muse-only-open-rp) Hannah is an anthropology and theology studies major who meets the handsome new department addition (Castiel). No one knows she is an angel.
Archaeologist AU: (https://hannahhostofheaven.tumblr.com/post/179934823840/treasure-hunters-castiel-muse-onlyopen-rp) Hannah is on Earth working as an archaeologist. She’s traveled the world and seen so many interesting things. Now Castiel has a chance to travel with her as they travel, looking for a few lost artifacts that belong to heaven.
Grace thieves: (https://hannahhostofheaven.tumblr.com/post/179934889335/grace-thieves-castiel-muse-only-open-rp): Hannah shows up at Castiel’s door, beaten and hurt. She’s just returned from the empty and she was assaulted by rogue angels who have been attacking and stealing other angel’s grace and then selling it in this Angel-demon black market. Note: This will be a very dark starter and hints at sexual assault and violation.
Alley angels: (https://hannahhostofheaven.tumblr.com/post/179934952155/alley-angelscastiel-muse-needed-open-rp): Hannah has been living homeless in a bad part of the city since her return from the empty. She’s graceless and having a hard time struggling on Earth.
Brothels: (https://hannahhostofheaven.tumblr.com/post/179935032810/brothels-castiel-muse-needed-open-rp): Having returned to heaven with her grace low, Hannah is forced to live in a brothel in order to provide for herself.
Hunters: (https://hannahhostofheaven.tumblr.com/post/179935131120/hunter-angel-castiel-muse-open-rp): Hannah has joined the bunker, as the latest angelic rebel and has decided to become a hunter. Dean has not been very accepting of her.
Apocalypse Hannah: (https://hannahhostofheaven.tumblr.com/post/179935182530/apocalypse-hannah-aucastiel-muse-needed-open-rp) Hannah from the apocalypse world makes it into the real world with a lot of trauma.
Farm Living: (https://hannahhostofheaven.tumblr.com/post/179947122030/farm-livingcastiel-and-jack-muses-only-open-rp) Castiel and Hannah become farm land owners. They plan to raise Jack and their children on this land, but it’s not all it seems. The neighbors are a nightmare, it’s expensive, and there may be some hauntings on the land.
New World (https://hannahhostofheaven.tumblr.com/post/180881010480/new-worldapocalypsehannahcastiel-muse-wanted) Featuring Apocalypse world AU Hannah.
Beaten and Broken (https://hannahhostofheaven.tumblr.com/post/180880835420/beaten-and-brokenhumanhannahcastiel-muse-wanted) Featuring Human!Hannah verse. Hannah is dealing with an abusive stalker.
First day of school (https://hannahhostofheaven.tumblr.com/post/180880739165/first-day-of-schoolhumanhannahcastiel-muse-only) Human!Hannah. Hannah is dealing with being a teenage daughter of a strict, but absent single military father, and an older sister who never has anything nice to say.
Exploring Humanity: (https://hannahhostofheaven.tumblr.com/post/180879961020/exploring-humanitycastiel-muse-onlyopen-rp) A fluffy fic where Castiel shows Hannah how to explore humanity.
Season 14 Hannah: (https://hannahhostofheaven.tumblr.com/post/180878895590/season-14open-rpcastiel-muse-onlyjack-kline-too) This is an AU which keeps canon in mind. Hannah has returned to the empty, but she finds a massacre of angels and heaven falling apart. She seeks the only angel she know that can help.
** Time travel aus**
Unless plotted otherwise, the time travel aus will feature human!Hannah.
Ancient Rome AU: (https://hannahhostofheaven.tumblr.com/post/178114763510/daughter-of-rome-a-fan-fiction) The Roman Emporer’s daughter falls in love with a gladiator owned by her father.
Cinderella AU: (https://hannahhostofheaven.tumblr.com/post/178123750575/cinderellaopen-rpprincecastiel-needed) The peasant girl falls in love with the prince.
Scullery au (https://hannahhostofheaven.tumblr.com/post/178123788210/scullery-girlopen-rpcolonialcastiel-needed) In Colonial Massachusetts, the servant wife of a cruel man falls in love with a revolutionary.
Wild West Beauty and the beast au (https://hannahhostofheaven.tumblr.com/post/178123843785/wild-westopen-rpfrontiercastiel-needed) The daughter of a merchant is very attractive and gains the attention of the arrogant man in town, but she prefers a life of adventure and true love.
Bootlegger Cove: (https://hannahhostofheaven.tumblr.com/post/178123879800/roaring-twentiesopen-rp20scastiel-needed) The daughter of a mafia boss falls in love with her father’s rival’s son, in the roaring 20s.
Peace and Love: (https://hannahhostofheaven.tumblr.com/post/178238010560/peace-and-fallen-angels) Hannah goes to college to experience the spirit of the sixties. Her father thinks she is there to find a husband, but she has other ideas.
This list is always growing and is customizable! Please check out my rules and head canons.
Rules: (https://hannahhostofheaven.tumblr.com/rules) Make sure you read them!
Headcanons: (https://hannahhostofheaven.tumblr.com/headcanons) Note that Hannah’s past lives in her head canon could all be potential RPs as well so check them out if you are interested in any time travel or period dramas.
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Evil in the Mirror: John Carpenter’s Revealing ‘Prince of Darkness’ by Joshua Rothkopf
[Last year, Musings paid homage to Produced and Abandoned: The Best Films You’ve Never Seen, a review anthology from the National Society of Film Critics that championed studio orphans from the ‘70s and ‘80s. In the days before the Internet, young cinephiles like myself relied on reference books and anthologies to lead us to films we might not have discovered otherwise. Released in 1990, Produced and Abandoned was a foundational piece of work, introducing me to such wonders as Cutter’s Way, Lost in America, High Tide, Choose Me, Housekeeping, and Fat City. (You can find the full list of entries here.) Our first round of Produced and Abandoned essays included Angelica Jade Bastién on By the Sea, Mike D’Angelo on The Counselor, Judy Berman on Velvet Goldmine, and Keith Phipps on O.C. and Stiggs. Over the next four weeks, Musings will continue with another round of essays about tarnished gems, in the hope they’ll get a second look. Or, more likely, a first. —Scott Tobias, editor.]
It’s generally accepted that John Carpenter wasn’t a personal filmmaker—not personal in the way that Martin Scorsese, only five years his senior and Italianamerican from the start, was. Carpenter grew up movie-crazy in the ’50s and ’60s. He wanted to make Westerns exactly at the moment when that became an unrealistic career goal. His heroes were Alfred Hitchcock, Orson Welles and, above all, Howard Hawks. It’s been nourishing to listen to Amy Nicholson’s wonderful eight-part podcast Halloween Unmasked, still in progress, and to hear Carpenter—usually oblique in interviews—open up about his boyhood in the Jim Crow–era South. He mentions visiting an insane asylum during a college psych trip and locking eyes with a prisoner who spooked him. That may be the basis for killer Michael Myers but, by and large, this was a guy who wrote what he dreamed up, not what he knew.
That’s not to suggest Carpenter didn’t develop his own signature style. When he arrived in Los Angeles in 1968 to attend film school at USC, he reinvented himself, transforming from a Max Fischer–like creative wunderkind (he was a rock guitarist and high-school class president) into a laconic, bell-bottomed cowboy who listened more than he spoke. He was too cool for nerdy Dan O’Bannon, who worked with him on Dark Star. He was too cool for Hollywood itself, even after he’d succeeded there, rarely mingling socially and turning down projects like Top Gun and Fatal Attraction.
But the cool act was a bit of smokescreen. I once asked Carpenter about it, and he owned up to a private sense of pain in regard to his work. “I take every failure hard,” he told me in 2008, singling out the audience’s abandonment of The Thing, a remake of his favorite film (one that actually improves on its source). “The movie was hated. Even by science-fiction fans. They thought that I had betrayed some kind of trust, and the piling on was insane. Even the original movie's director, Christian Nyby, was dissing me.”
Carpenter would rebound from that 1982 commercial disaster—as well the indignity of getting sacked from Firestarter—by playing the game even better. He directed Jeff Bridges to a Best Actor nomination on Starman (that’s as rare as a unicorn for a sci-fi performance) and, just as things were turning golden, blew all his capital again on 1986’s Big Trouble in Little China, which was rushed and subsequently buried in the massive shadow of Aliens. “You try to make a studio picture your own, but in the end, it’s their film,” Carpenter said in our interview, the Kentucky rascal turned bitter. “And they’re going to get what they want. After that experience, I had to stop playing for the studios for a while and go independent again.”
This is the pivotal moment in Carpenter’s career, the one that fascinates me the most. It should fascinate more people, given what the filmmaker did. Divorced and with a two-year-old son, Carpenter is, at that point, 38 years old. He’s already feeling like a Hollywood burnout, with a decade of ups and downs to prove it. The solution was a pay cut, a big one: Prince of Darkness, financed through “supermensch” Shep Gordon and Alive Films and released in 1987, would be made for a grand total of $3 million, the first title in a multi-picture deal that guaranteed Carpenter complete creative control.
Scrappy but never chintzy, Prince of Darkness is the most lovable of movies. On the surface, it has all the cool minimalism a JC fan could ask for: elegant anamorphic compositions (Gary Kibbe’s muscular cinematography adds millions more in production value), a seesawing synth score, a one-location “siege” structure akin to the director’s Assault on Precinct 13 and The Thing. The movie also has Alice Cooper killing a grad student with a bicycle. It has a swirling canister of green Satanic goo in a church basement.
Critics, by and large, were unkind. In a representative review from the New York Times, Vincent Canby called it “surprisingly cheesy,” singling out first-time screenwriter Martin Quatermass for particular scorn (he “overloads the dialogue with scientific references and is stingy with the surprises”), not realizing that this was a pseudonym for Carpenter himself. Would it have mattered? Released days before Halloween, Prince got clobbered by the gig Carpenter turned down, Fatal Attraction, still surging in its sixth weekend.
But below the surface—and still a matter for wider appreciation—is the film that Carpenter dug himself out of his psychic hellhole to make: his most personal horror movie, starring a version of himself. Prince of Darkness is about watching and waiting. In a way, it’s a romantic view of the auteur’s own time at school. It’s a movie about the evil that stares out of the mirror (i.e., yourself). Like all of his films, it arrived under the possessive title John Carpenter’s Prince of Darkness. In my mind, that apostrophe is actually a contraction: John Carpenter Is Prince of Darkness. And Prince of Darkness is him.
First, let’s understand what $3 million means in 1987. To compare it to some other movies of the same period, Blue Velvet’s budget is twice as large. Hannah and Her Sisters, largely shot in Mia Farrow’s apartment, was funded at $6.4 million. When Scorsese decided to go indie and make his audacious The Last Temptation of Christ, he had a $7 million allowance—and that’s for robes and sandals. Carpenter, on the other hand, would be doing practical special effects in camera. He’d be doing a movie with gore and supernatural nuttiness. In a now-quaint New York Times article from April 1987 titled “Independents Making It Big” (“The major studios have abandoned small, serious, risky films, the kind that often win prizes”), Merchant Ivory’s Oscar-winning A Room With A View gets prime positioning with a big photograph; that one has a $3 million budget, roughly. (Not coincidentally, Carpenter’s financiers, Alive Films, are name-checked in the piece as the producers of Alan Rudolph’s Trouble in Mind.)
Coming off Big Trouble in Little China’s estimated $20 million budget (it was probably more), Carpenter would be making a radical shift. But he agreed to Alive’s terms. He’d return to doing things fast and smart, to distilling his vision down to its cleanest, clearest grammar, to getting it done in 30 days (Halloween was shot in 20, over four weeks in May 1978). Even if you disregard the whole of Prince of Darkness’s content—and we won’t be doing that—Carpenter’s desire to work in total artistic freedom is breathtaking. He will do what it takes to move forward.
A little plot: In Prince of Darkness, scientists, theologians and academics plunge into a dilapidated church where they power up their equipment and study a mysterious genie in a bottle: an “anti-god.” The scenario has some of the pseudo-tech fizz of Poltergeist or, in a lighter vein, the Harold Ramis scenes in Ghostbusters. It’s not meant to hold up under scrutiny. Carpenter, who says he was reading books about quantum uncertainty at the time (maybe not the most comforting bedside material given his professional predicament), gives pages of chewy dialogue to the twin father figures of his oeuvre: Donald Pleasence, returning from Halloween and Escape from New York, plays an unnamed, worried priest; and Big Trouble’s wizened Victor Wong appears as an esteemed professor of metaphysical causality.
If the movie has a conventional hero (it doesn’t), it’s Brian, a student who splits the difference between creepy and generically handsome. He’s played by Jameson Parker, then a TV star on Simon & Simon. Or at least I think it’s Jameson Parker. Unlike his more famous San Diego private detective, Brian sports a robust, porn-star-worthy moustache. It makes him look swarthy, mysterious—a little like the lanky John Carpenter himself, who shoots these early scenes in classrooms and hallways at his alma mater, USC. “I spent many happy years at SC as a film student,” Carpenter says on Shout! Factory’s collector’s Blu-ray. “I really enjoyed myself. I learned everything about how to make movies there.”
Watching Prince of Darkness is as close as we’ll come to seeing the director’s formative years re-enacted, memoir-style. In getting back to basics, Carpenter decided to do it literally. Brian sits in class listening; he has a bit of a Laurie Strode moment looking out the window, distracted. Who is he? He’s a young scientist observing evil, almost flirting with it. He spies on a pretty girl in the courtyard (Lisa Blount). She’s got a boyfriend and it irks him, wordlessly. Later, Brian will woo her to bed and use some hard-core Howard Hawks dialogue on her: “Who was he? The one that gave you such a high opinion of men?” he says, straight out of Lauren Bacall’s playbook in To Have and Have Not. It works. She kisses him.
The movie isn’t all wish-fulfillment. In fact, it’s charming how fully the Carpenter surrogate recedes into the team; Brian isn’t even a factor in the final showdown. Maybe his job is to watch other people vanquish evil. That would make sense, since it’s his creator’s comfort zone. In the meantime, the offscreen Carpenter is building some of his grossest sequences, spraying unsuspecting people in the mouth with streams of ectoplasm (à la Rob Bottin’s landmark FX in The Thing), mounting parallel action and deploying beetles, maggots and ants where necessary.
Prince of Darkness has one moment that’s proven unforgettable, transcending even the horror genre. It’s an eerie transmission, the voice slowed down and distorted: “This is not a dream…not a dream…” DJ Shadow samples it a few times on his groundbreaking debut, 1996’s Endtroducing. (The voice is actually Carpenter’s, impossible not to notice once you’ve been made aware of it.) He’s supposed to be a future dude reaching backward in time—“from the year one, nine, nine, nine”—maybe to prevent a biblical apocalypse. All we see is a jittery handheld shot of a silhouetted robed figure slowly emerging from the church, the ominous end-of-the-world smoke gathering.
The economy of the shot is beautiful, Carpenter achieving the texture of a half-remembered nightmare using only a capture-video-off-a-TV-screen trick. (It’s very Inland Empire—and come to think of it, that basement cylinder of swirling green evil is a lot like the glass box from the first episode of the rebooted Twin Peaks: The Return.) So in a situation where Carpenter is facing his most prohibitive spending limits, he’s actually expanding his craft. Prince of Darkness signals his own creative rehabilitation after turning his heel on the studios. Or, to quote the film’s poster: “It is evil. It is real. It is awakening.”
What does it mean that Carpenter’s big payoff involves a mirror? These Cocteau-like shots were some of the most dangerous to pull off. One of them involved plunging a prosthetic hand into highly toxic liquid mercury (a substance the crew had to drain from their hydraulic cranes just to make the gag work). Then, to capture the action on the “other side” of the mirror, poor Lisa Blount had to swim submerged in a darkened swimming pool while an underwater camera shot upward at the glimmering surface. I include these technical details not only to express awe at Carpenter’s commitment (along with that of his collaborators), but also to stress the obvious: The mirror climax was really important to him. The movie’s final seconds are the whole of Prince of Darkness’s reflexivity in a single cut: Brian, woken from a double dream, approaches his bedroom mirror. We see from the perspective of the glass. He touches that porn ’stache tentatively, then reaches out. Cut to black.
It’s not easy to touch that mirror—to walk away from everything you’ve labored to achieve over years, to a place where it’s just you and your talent and what you can do. To me, that’s what Prince of Darkness expresses, subtly. Creatively, the experiment worked: It led directly to Carpenter’s 1988 stealth masterpiece They Live, his most confident political statement and a kindred project in its use of real L.A. locations. That film’s critical reputation has already been defended at large. But maybe it’s time to rally behind the moment slightly earlier, when the director had to rediscover who he was, and what he wanted—and when he found a way to turn everything around.
#john carpenter#halloween#prince of darkness#the thing#they live#horror film#produced and abandoned#demon#big trouble in little china#assault on precinct 13#joshua rothkopf#oscilloscope laboratories#o-scope labs#film writing#musings
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Good Morning EXO: Tao
Last one! Hope you lovelies enjoyed these little fluff balls! I’m planning on doing another thing like this but won’t be for a while until I finish Bad girl and take care of you and update the rest of my stories and start a part three, just be patient awhile longer! This was really fun and I hope everyone enjoyed them!
“I’m sorry but could I have this one?” I beg to the man who reached for the cab door at the same time as me. I don’t know who the cabby saw first, me, the foreigner, or the giant behind me but I don’t care enough to ask. I’m having a terrible nigh and want nothing more than to go home as soon as possible and I doubt I will be able to hail another cab this early in the morning.
The tall man stares down at me, he takes in my disheveled appearance before suggesting, “It’s cold, how about we share, my treat.”
“Thank you!” I beam at him, I could almost hug the giant but I don’t want to push my luck. He opens the door for me before sliding in beside me.
“Where to? The drive questions.
“Ladies first,” My new friend looks to me.
I tell the driver the name of a café near my apartments, he nods and pulls away from the curb. I relax into the seat, taking in the expensive cologne my companion is wearing, he smells so good. I glance over at him to find him staring back, only his eyes visible between his hat and face mask.
“Again, thank you so much,” I tell him.
“What kind of person would I be to leave you standing out in the snow dressed like that,” His eyes can my short dress and bare legs, but he isn’t checking me out like a creep. Concern is obvious in his eyes as I begin to shiver, even in the nicely heated car. “Would you like my coat? It’s a twenty minute drive to that side of town.”
I am going to decline his offer but he is already pulling his long trench coat off and lying it across my lap. The warm material stops my shivering quickly, I pull it up to cover my arms too, the idea of telling him no is out of my head the minute the warmth touches me. I thank him once again.
“My pleasure,” He tells me, adjusting himself in his seat, looking surprisingly dashing in some jeans and a t-shirt after a night of partying. “So, I take it you had a rough night?”
“You could say that,” I sigh.
“Would you like to share?”
I shake my head, “I don’t need to bother you with my problems.”
“I wouldn’t find it a bother. In fact, I welcome it, I’m having some issues of my own. I would like something to get my mind off of that, if you don’t mind. What harm is there sharing stories among strangers?”
“I saw my boyfriend cheating on me at the club we went to together,” I blurt out.
The man snickers, “Really?”
I nod.
A kind hand comes up and rests on top of my head, “I’m sorry Beautiful, you don’t deserve that.”
“I’m just mad at myself for not throwing a drink at him or something. I had one in my hand and everything.”
“Good to see you are taking it well though, many girls would be in tears after something like that.”
I nod, staring down at my fingers that are clutching onto the wool coat draped over me, “I honestly wanted to cry but I held it back. Why cry for someone who doesn’t want you. I would much rather spend my time hating him.”
“Very wise words. I couldn’t agree more.”
It feels good to have that off my chest. I look at my companion, “What stories do you have to share?”
He hums, “I have a few of me getting screwed over by people. Though as terrible as that was I got to where I am now and I wouldn’t want it any other way.” As proud he sounds I hear the sadness behind it. I place a hand on his and give him a reassuring smile. “Fate has strange ways of getting you where it wants you.”
I nod in agreement. We sit in a comfortable silence for a few moments, our hands still resting on top of each other until the stranger tangles his fingers with my own.
“Do you believe in fate?” He wonders.
“I couldn’t say that don’t. What about you mister?”
“Zitao,” He corrects, “And yes, I really do.”
“Hannah.”
His lips form a smile around my name, “Hannah, are you happy with where fate has brought you?”
“I don’t think I have any complaints at the moment. I mean sure, my boyfriend cheated on me on valentines day but I’m not upset at where that got me just yet.”
“Just yet?” He echoes back with an eyebrow raised.
“I don’t know you very well Zitao, you could be an axe murder for all I know.”
“Oh no, you figured it out,” He chuckles.
I can’t hold myself back from gulping at the sudden killer look in his eyes.
“I’m kidding!” The man quickly tries to get rid of my worries.
“I don’t know if I believe that. Your face is covered with a mask, you could be hiding your identity from the driver.”
His eyes crinkle, “If I take off the mask and the hat would you find my more trustworthy?”
I shrug, “It would be a start.”
I watch with absolute focus as the man removes his hat, revealing mused black hair that he quickly tries to fix but it’s a bit difficult with only one hand since his other refused to release mine. His hat is in his lap as he slowly takes off the mask, a nervous smile on his handsome face. The handsome face that belongs to Huang Zitao. My jaw drops.
“You are kidding me.”
“What?”
“You are not the Zitao.”
He laughs, “I would say that I am but that might sound a bit cocky.”
I stare down at our tangled fingers and just chuckle, “My morning just got way better.”
“I am happy I could help with that.”
His smile is a god sent that spreads across his face and makes my heart flutter. But as amazed as I am by that smile his words finally sink in, all his troubles come into my mind. His latest update that my friend had shown me mentioned that he was extremely stressed. I can’t hid the concern on my face.
“What’s wrong?” His smile falters.
“How are you feeling?” I wonder.
He is taken back, “What?”
“I saw your post,” I mumble awkwardly, trying not to sound like a fan girl, “I saw that you aren’t feeling the greatest.”
“Ah, I was hoping you hadn’t heard about that.”
I nod, “I know we aren’t strangers anymore technically but what’s the harm of a few stories between friends?”
“That’s a whole bucket of worms you don’t want to open Love. I’m sure there are a million other things you would like to do with your Valentines day.”
“I would like to talk actually, sitting in a corner of a café spilling my heart out to a person and that person doing the same sounds like a perfect way to spend my morning if I’m being honest.”
“Are you sure?”
“100%”
That smile of his returns just as the driver pulls to a stop, the older man looks over his shoulder, “This is the lady’s stop, where are you headed Sir?”
I look at Tao hopefully, his smile is still fully intact when he answers, “I’m with the pretty little lady, you have a good morning sir.”
The man nods and accepts the fare from Tao, “You two lovebirds have a good morning,” He teases glancing at our intertwined hands.
“We will.”
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Chapter 6
Hannah looked at the card in her hand. There was a number listed on the front.
She quickly dialed the number on her phone.
She heard a incoherent mumble on the other end. It sounded drowsy.
Hello? She heard the voice mumbled back.
Is this Dak-ho Jung? She asked, her fingers somehow trembling.
Yes. The voice finally uttered out, appearing to be hesitant to answer at first.
This is...Hannah Park. She spoke up.
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The rain fell more heavily as Hannah waited in front of the small restaurant.
Rain? Whenever it rains like this, it reminds me of losing my parents. They lost control on that bridge that day. It hit the rail and went over. They said the car was engulfed in flames. Their bodies burned beyond recognition. They said that I was lucky to survive the accident. That I was fortunate to not sustain any serious Injuries. I can't even remember anything about it. Yet whenever I heard the rain like this, I start to become afraid. Why? She pondered silently.
Suddenly the bright flashing headlights in front of her disrupted her wandering thoughts.
The headlights belong to a luxurious sleek royal blue sports car.
It parked quickly along the side of the sidewalk, where she was standing.
The driver then got out. He looked different this time. Before he was dressed in a suit and tie and now, he wore a gray turtleneck and a leather black jacket, and ripped jean pants. The style was so unlike him, yet it somehow suited him.
He walked towards Hannah in long strides. His wet, black hair hanging over his eyes.
He finally stopped in front of her. His dark brown eyes appeared gloomy, with dark purple circles forming underneath them.
Mrs. Park? He answered.
Hannah lifted her face in confusion.
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She's isnt home yet. Chanyeol murmured to himself.
I'm worried. He said out loud, looking out the window.
He then walked over to his laptop and flipped it on.
He typed in Hannah's name in the search engine page.
Too many with that name. He chewed his lip, pouting.
He typed in Seoul, girl survives car accident 2004.
Nothing comes up, to his dismay. Frustrated, Chanyeol pounds his fists on the counter.
I hate this. Did they try to cover it up? He talks aloud again.
Let me try again. He thought, typing aggressively on his keyboard.
Finally a article pulls up. It looks familiar to him.
He clicks the link in curiosity.
Soon he staring back at their faces. Chairman of Park industries: Hyun Min Park and wife passed away in tragic, freak accident. Cause of a accident:speeding. Sole survivor: their daughter Hannah.
Hannah? Chanyeol whispers.
She looks like her mother. He blushes, turning away.
Does she? A voice whispers in his ear. It makes Chanyeol's hair stand up. He looks down at his arms. He has goosebumps.
Am I crazy now? He thought. He turned around, finding no one there.
This house is rather old, it must of been the wind. He mused quietly to himself, before returning to the screen in front of him.
Suddenly a loud crack of lightning can be heard from outside.
It is the sound of a storm coming in. The lights in the house flicker on and off and the computer has been shut off.
Now? He frowns. I'll have to check the electrical box.
He turns to walk away. He stops when he hears music streaming from the living area.
The melody is haunting, yet familiar to his ears. Its sweet, like a lullaby.
Chanyeol's heart is pounding now. He quickly pulls a long, sharp knife out of one of the kitchen drawers. He tip toes carefully to the alluring, melancholic music.
Who is it? He calls out in the darkness.
Suddenly the lights flicker back on and all that remains is the piano and the empty living room.
He walks towards the piano.
Did it this play? Impossible...He thought, touching the base and keys gently.
His eyes catch the portrait hanging above the fireplace. He somehow is entranced by it.
He hears glasses clinking and voices murmuring loudly in his ears. He hears classical piano music being played. He sees a couple dancing in the center of a huge room.
You remember, don't you? Somehow you do...A chilling voice utters behind him.
Chanyeol eyes flutter open in fear.
He turns around.
He points the knife up at the voice.
Are you upset? The voice replies coyly.
The man has his finger now on the tip of the blade.
The man has mischievous black eyes. Long dark wavy hair, which falls to his shoulders. He's dressed impeccably in a black suit. He licks his lips at Chanyeol's terrified reaction.
Who...who they hell are you? Chanyeol stuttered.
You don't recognize me? The man smiles, taunting him.
No. Don't come any closer! I warn you, I know how to defend myself!! He argued back, swinging the knife around madly.
Then why are you shaking so much? The man laughs wickedly, his eyes dancing with excitement.
You needn't be afraid of me, Sujoon. The man grinned. I won't hurt you.
Sujoon? My name is Chan.. He starts to say
The man chuckles at his reaction
Well who gives a damn who I am to you. I don't have to introduce myself. You...how did you get into my house?! He hollers back.
You're house? The mysterious man chuckled back, clearly amused.
You should be grateful I allowed you to stay here in the first place. He smiled at Chanyeol.
I bought this house rightfully so. So yes, it belongs to me! Chanyeol yells out in frustration.
Is that the way to treat your dear family? The man grinned. He is now holding up Chanyeol effortlessly in the air by the neck. Chanyeol drops the knife to the ground below him.
Family? Chanyeol repeated. Sweat collecting on his forehead.
The man laughed again, dropping him as Chanyeol fell to the ground in a thud. Chanyeol began to cough. You are nuts!
I erased your memories, just as you begged me to back then. The man explained.
Chanyeol moved backwards on the ground.
You're even frightened by me. I'm so disappointed. The man sighed.
Think...think long and hard Sujoon. The man whispered, staring down at him.
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Hannah!! Let's go!!
Where are we going?! The little girl asked.
That was Baek hyeon back there? The girl answered back.
Don't follow that guy. He's dangerous. Do you hear me?! Ok?! He shouted at her, grabbing her by the shoulders roughly.
But he doesn't mean any harm. And didn't you ask if he wanted to play with us earlier? Why did you change your mind? Why do you act like you hate him? She breathed out, her eyes watering.
You shouldn't be here. You should've stayed home. He snapped back.
Why? Why do you two have to have all the fun? Aren't we all friends? She cried out.
Its not safe here, that's why. You wouldn't understand!!
How do you know?! She shouted back.
Because....because...we're not like you. We're different. That's why. He said out loud.
They were now standing outside in the garden.
How? She questioned him, raising her eyes in suspicion.
Its complicated. He mumbled under his breath.
Her eyes grew wide then, when she saw the smoke emerging from the back door.
Fire!!! There's a fire!! She blurted out.
Oh my father. My father is in there!! Hannah yepled, running towards the huge mansion. Her wrist got pulled back by Sujoon.
Let me go!! She fought back, biting on his arm before he released her.
Hannah. Please don't go!!He pleaded. He looked down at his arm and the bite mark was gone now.
He ran after her until she stopped in front of a room. She heard her fathers voice. He sounded drunk.
Father!! She almost screamed, running towards the entrance before Sujoon covered her mouth and held her back by the waist.
She saw a tall man then leaning over her intoxicated father.
His menacing purple eyes locking, as if with hers.
Please be quite. He'll hear you. He whispered back into Hannah's ear.
But dad...?she whispered.
Hide over there, please. He ordered, shoving her aside.
Why? Why...is my father with that man? She whined.
Go! He growled in a low voice, pushing her away, before slammed the door shut.
The tall man chuckled, amused by the boys frantic response. He looked up and pushed the dead man's body away
What fragile beings. The tall man uttered back in disgust.
So you saw me? The man frowned, ruffling his hair.
How could you? The boy squeaked out, dumbfounded at the scene.
What...? The tall man looked unbothered.
You promised me, you wouldn't abuse your power. You said you wouldn't kill them. How could you do it then?! The boy finished.
I had no other choice. The man replied.
Are....we just monsters? The boy whimpered.
Is that all we all are?! If it is...I hate it!! Little Sujoon bawled.
You despise what you are? Look, I didn't have to raised you. A simple half breed, who wasn't even supposed to be born. He growled in Sujoons ear, yanking his hair up. Sujoon grimaced in pain.
Do you think I'm fond of you? No. You're too weak. He muttered back, throwing him aside.
Sujoon crawled backwards away.
And yet, I took you in. I nursed you to health and gave you all the luxuries, desires of your heart and this how you treat me? Accept it. Your mother was nothing more than an ignorant fool, who fell in love with a mere human. Humans....they are nothing but our source for survival. So, you shouldn't associate with them any longer. I allowed you to be with that girl, thinking you would kill her someday. I thought it was a phase. But then.. I realized you became too attached to her.
Sujoon looked down in embarrassment.
I understand it too well. I kept one as a pet myself,until recently. She was incredibly beautiful and obedient. She never disobyed my orders. She always did as I told. I made a mistake though.
What? Sujoon breathes out.
I gave her too much freedom, as with you. I was too lenient. You know what they say, you give the hand, they'll take the whole arm?
Huh? Sujoon mumbled.
Why did I have to be so kind to her? Just because she was lonely and wanted a glimpse of her child? Hypocrites. He said, narrowing his eyes.
Suddenly Sujoon is thinking of that woman in that ball room with this same man lying on the floor.
Was it that at woman...you danced with? Was it her? Sujoon interrupted.
Was it her? He asked again, desperate to know.
The tall man sighed.
Where...is she? Sujoon questioned, eager to know. He should've known not to look, but he did. His eyes saw something in the corner of the room, past the man's dead body. It was lying on the bed.
Over there. The man pointed at the bed.
No! Sujoon wailed out, concealing his face. His eyes began to fill with tears.
Do you know who that woman was? He whispered.
Sujoon shook his head, trembling.
Do you want to know a secret? The man smirks.
You're mother. He mouthed out.
Sujoon's mouth fell open in horror.
Liar!!! He screamed back.
Well...she used to be your mother. He chuckled.
The man grabbed him by the arm, forcing him to stare. Look into her eyes. So lifeless. I didn't want to...Sujoon. But she left me with no other choice. She was so selfish. She just wanted to protect her other child. That's all she ever talked about.. The man complained.
Child...? Little Sujoon said, intrigued.
Oh you thought it was you, I was referring to? No. It was that girl, who you played with often.
Sujoon felt nauseated, he leaned over to vomit on the floor.
Oh don't tell me you actually liked her? Do you feel disgusted being related to her...? He perked up, staring into Sujoon's flabbergasted eyes.
Sujoon began to cough more at his response.
Kill me then. Sujoon pleaded in a breathless voice.
No. He told him in a icy voice.
I won't. I'll let you suffer. He told him.
Sujoon clung to his pants leg. I beg of you!!!
The man gave a sympathetic smile.
Please.... The boy cried out miserably.
You want me to? The man grinned, patting his head.
Ok, come here, then. I won't do it now but I'll make you forget. I'll erase your memories. You will live as an ordinary human. However your life will be very difficult compared to the others around you. You'll even become confused and distant, wondering what is wrong with you. But eventually, you will grow up into a man and remain the same for many years to come. And with every passing time, your memories from the past will lessen, until you no longer recall anything. On that day, I will come back to you.
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Its lightning now. Hannah said to Dak-ho, looking out the window.
She was sitting in his car on the passenger seat.
The owner of the restaurant said that you wanted to see me.
Yes. I did. He sighed.
Is it in regards to the case I'm involved with?
Yes...He trailed off.
You're wondering if I remember anything from that night?
Do..you? He chimed in.
Hannah shook her head.
Are...are you still apart of it? She stuttered out.
No. He mumbled honestly, shaking his head.
Right...that man took over. Is this case really important to you?
He nodded his head.
I don't want it to happen again. He replied, looking down.
Again? She repeated.
Remember, I told you about how I had been trying to track him for years. But I wasn't so lucky to find him. He was always two steps ahead of me?
You said 50 years before....but you don't look that old? She answered.
Yes..that's because my father was once an investigator. I'm doing this for him. I'm not sure if you remember....or heard of it? It was before you were born , back in the 70's. It was televised nationally. It was in regards to Koreas known serial killer. The perpetrator had abducted and murdered them in the same fashion and dumped their bodies in the forest. My father was in charge of that case during that time. He was the one, who was looking for the murderer, even when the case turned up cold. He never got the chance to catch him. He unfortunately passed away 10 years ago, when I was 18. Dak-ho explained.
So you chose this occupation because you want to finish his work? She asked him.
Hmm..He murmured.
But that's not only the reason I chose to be an police investigator. I did it to find the girl I met a long time ago. He said.
A girl? Hannah looked up at him.
Yes.....it happened 13 years ago, when I started having the memories. She called me her brother then. The crazy thing is I don't know if it was real or in my mind. If I had even imagined it all? She motivated me also to follow in my dad's footsteps. But at the same time, when I came upon your case, I was more than troubled by it.
Why? She asked.
Because this case was similar to the one my father investigated. I don't know if it's a copycat committing these crimes. The deaths of the women, appeared to be killed in the same manner. Also the fact that you were found there unharmed in the same spot. That's why I'm so interested in you.
Me? She mumbled.
Yes, you...also remind me of that girl I met long ago too.
Hannah dropped her eyes at this.
I know you probably think I'm crazy. He scoffed.
No. I'm just flustered by it. She mumbled.
I have dreams about chasing after her in a dark forest but I can't find her. His eyes began to water at this.
I..don't know what happened to her but I feel almost responsible for her ended up missing. He answered in a solemn voice.
Anyway its getting late. I should take you home. He replied.
No! That isn't necessary. I'll go alone by myself. She yelped, taken him aback.
I mean I'm currently staying with someone and I don't want them to be concerned. They are probably wondering where I am right now. I don't want to keep them waiting. Plus it stopped raining, I'll be fine. She insists.
Ok. He sighs.
You have my number now. If you want to talk to me again, you can just call me. She smiled.
He nodded his head. Bye. He waved.
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So do you remember now? The man asks.
No. Chanyeol lies.
The man in front of him is puzzled to hear this.
Why...should I believe a stranger like you?Family,huh? Chanyeol chuckles back. He has stopped shaking now. All fear disappeared.He has a bit of confidence in him now, which confuses the man further.
Maybe I should give you your memories back then? The man says in his head.
I could kill you right now. The man mutters.
But you won't. Chanyeol smiles back to the man's dismay.
You're not afraid of me anymore? The man asks, cocking his head to one side.
Truthfully, I don't know if you are real or if I'm dreaming? Chanyeol answers.
The man rolls his eyes at Chanyeol's answer. He doesn't seem pleased.
He quickly stands before him, facing Chanyeol. He bares his teeth, his lips curled back in disgust. But Chanyeol doesn't budge still.
Let's say this "was" your house but it's not anymore. Is it? He smirked.
Sujoon ah....you dare disrespect me?! The man hollers out furiously.
Sujoon? No...My name is Choi Chanyeol. He tells the strange man. He grips the man's shoulders.
You....are deceiving me..?
Do you know what you are?! The mysterious man argues back.
Chanyeol laughs at his irritated expression.
Leave me be. Chanyeol replies in s serious voice.
Then let me give them back to you. The man smiles wickedly, grabbing his hand.
And Chanyeol sees everything, his past life flashing behind his eyes. He sees his mother lying dead on the bed. He sees himself as a homeless child in the 1930s, digging through trash cans and hiding behind buildings. He sees himself as a young man, shuffling past soldiers in the 1950s on a busy street, where people are being dragged out of their houses at gunpoint. He sees himself tracing his hands along a graffiti wall durung the 1970s, while leaning against a silver convertible. Then lastly, the early 2000s. He sees a wounded young girl walking along an isolated highway. She is familiar to him, yet he doesn't understand why.
Chanyeol pulls his hand away.
I can't show him that I know the truth. He thought.
What are you doing?! Chanyeol stammers out.
Sujoon....you've forgotten everything?! You're even immune to my touch. He murmured, dumbfounded.
Will you go now? So I can wake up from this nightmare? I don't wish to see your face now. Chanyeol lies.
Ok. I will allow it. The man agrees. I'll give you space until you remember. He winks back.
Chanyeol opens his eyes and the man is now gone.
Oh...god...did I really imagine him? He wonders, falling over the piano.
No...he was real and those were my lost memories. Thats why I look so young...I was a half....I was a half...He rambles on.
Mr. Choi? Hannah asks, disrupting his way ward thoughts.
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Sorry / Jeff Atkins & Zach Dempsey
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Warning: Emotional content
Flashback;
Zach’s POV
She was absolutely breathtaking, I couldn't help but just stare at her- her eyes were bright and filled with kindness, her lips were slightly parted as she concentrated, her hair fell to the side of her neck and scent smelled heavenly, God, I cant help myself - she is beautiful in many ways that I cannot even express; she was my definition of perfect and no one could tell me otherwise. Each day I spent tutoring her was like a day in heaven, she was my muse and the reason my heart was beating everyday but I watched as she fell for my friend, He is a great guy to be honest and I don't even blame him for falling for her but I just wished I had the chance to make her mine.
“Zach, is this correct?” she snapped me out of my trance as she held her notebook in front of my face.
“Yes, it is actually” I smiled but it was fake, not fake for her but fake at the meaning of smile.
Watching as her expression switched from confused and concerned to being happy and seeing her smile was my greatest achievement, Her mere presence was enough to kick start my day.
“Baby!” she squeaked and kicked back her chair as she stood up and ran into the arms of another, my heart was crushed but I had to play it cool.
“Hey Jeff” another fake smile spread across my lips.
I couldn't do anything but I simply woke up from the chair and headed towards the exit before my heart crumbled, this life was not meant for me, this thing called love was oblivious to my existence. I walked over to my locker and pressed my head against it to collect my thoughts and push it aside for a while, taking in a deep breath to control myself from feeling this way and then returning back to reality as I opened up my locker to collect my things and shut it lock, I turned around and saw them once more- Her smile was wide and she held his hand that hung loosely around her shoulders as he pulled her closer and pecked a kiss on the side of her forehead, I watched them as they walked by and my heart literally broke down and I felt the tears form but I never let them slip down.
“You love her don't you?” I heard an unfamiliar voice from beside me and I turned to see Hannah Baker standing there.
“I don't know what you’re talking about” I spat
“I know that look more than anyone here, that is the look of love and admiration and it is also the look of secrecy and loneliness” she spoke and each of her word sounded a little too familiar because it was the truth, it was my truth.
“He is a good friend of mine and they make each other happy. Who am I to stand in the way of that?” I sighed and eventually gave in to what she spoke of, I couldn't hide it anymore and I felt the need to share my loneliness with someone and maybe they might understand.
“Will you go out with me?” I asked
“No Zach, I will not go out with you, just because you cant have the person you want does not mean you can use me to get over her.” her words came out harsh and with the emotions I was harboring, I couldn't contain myself from feeling absolutely pissed.
“screw you” I walked off in such a hurry after I had punched the locker and probably caused a scene but I wasn't thinking straight and I regret my words.
In the Present...
Y/N’S POV
My mind has repeatedly gone back to that moment when my whole entire world fell apart, it was around 1AM after I had already headed home from Jessica Davis’ house party, I knew I shouldn't have left but my parents were strict on curfew, I left Jeff behind and that is my biggest regret.
I can still feel my phone buzzing from under my pillow as I slept, I can still remember waking up and hearing the cracked voice of Clay over the phone as he informed me of the devastating news that Jeff had left us that early morning. I can still feel numbness that shot through me in that split second and then feeling everything crashing down on me all at once. The sound of screams and cries still echo through my rooms and down the hall of the house as I fell to my knees with plenty of tears streaming my down my face- I can still feel the burning of my throat and lungs as I screamed.
For days I couldn't sleep, I had been brought to the hospital under mental health care because I was consumed to major depression which is the absolute worse- it creeps upon me at night when I least expect it, all those negative thought drown me until 4am when I am able to sleep after crying hours upon hours. I would hyperventilate and rock myself back and forth like a mad person but that's how I felt, He was the nicest person I had ever had the pleasure of meeting and the world took him from me- he was my person and he deserved better than that. I was on medications and was prescribed to see a counsellor four times a week for Psychotherapy and it actually did help, they weren't exactly what I imagined but it was aiding my mental health until I seemed normal again and I had a different view of life.
After Jeff’s death I had gotten closer to Zach because I know apart from Clay, he was the next close thing to Jeff and he was having some difficult times to wrap his head around things ever since that night. He was extremely supportive and with the recent passing of another friend- we had each other to be strong with and I cant tell you enough how I appreciated this, it took me about 2 months to seem normal again but with his help it had been such a load off.
“Hey how are you doing?” Zach asked
“I'm doing well enough now, thank you” I smiled
“I know this might seem too soon but I was wondering if you would like to go out sometimes?” he asked but he was too nice to say no to and part of psychotherapy was that I had to accept the past event and let it be the past, I had to move on from what made me suffer and not look back to it.
“yes, I would like that” I felt ready but terrified.
Hi prominent smile caused me to smile as well and I stocked off to first period, I liked to get there before the class even begins but I bumped into a nerve wracking clay Jensen, his scars seemed to be healing but with a lot of time- his breathing was rapid and heavy, he had the look of derange in his eyes and he had bloodshot eyes.
“Are you okay Clay?” I asked concerned
“No, No I'm not- I have been going crazy with all these tapes and wondering when my name will come up” he stated but I had no idea what he was talking about
Furring my eyebrows in confusion I spoke up “What? what tapes?”
“You haven't heard them yet? your name appeared to be in it but only once, would you want to listen?” he answered
“Of course” I replied concerned but at the same time I didn't know what to expect and I am not sure of what or how to feel.
“You’re going to tell me this one’s no big deal but let me tell you about being lonely. Humans are a social species, We rely on connections to survive Even the most basic social interactions help keep us alive. Statistics prove the subjective feeling of loneliness can increase the likelihood of premature death by 26%.
If it sounds like I’m quoting from a school textbook I am.
Too bad nobody bothered to read it.
And let me tell you
there’s all kinds of ways to feel lonely
but let me tell you about that one specific lonely eyed boy I am talking about, my friend Kat had told me about me he was so sweet once upon a time, so sweet.
well, Zach Dempsey. Welcome to your tape”
I was so confused of how this was related to me but I kept on listening in hopes to gain more content
“See Zach, you didn't take rejection all that well now did you? I saw how nice you were to me but I didn't want to be your rebound after you couldn't get the girl you wanted and Y/N if you’re listening to this tape then here you are, sorry Zach but she has to find out the truth eventually and here it is- my truth; See Y/N, Zach had always had a crush on you but he never said so to spare his friends feeling and I know you are probably wondering how this is relevant to my death which is what I will explain.
It was once specific afternoon after Zach had tutored you, I saw how he looked at you during your sessions and after you were done- I noticed how he admired you from the hallways but always had to turn away whenever Jeff said hello to him.
See, I confronted Zach on having a crush on you and he admitted to it but then had this wild thought that he should ask me out because he was lonely and I rejected him- he had negative comments to say and his anger couldn't be controlled and I already had so much going on in my life that his negative words was another sign that lead me to doing what I did, it was because of you that he had his outburst but don't get me wrong, you are not on this tape for me- you should know the truth just like everyone should, you were genuinely nice to me and your kindness helped me live for another day but sadly I couldn't stay anymore but thank you and I am sorry.
As for you Zach, I needed you to be true and you failed me and now we will see how things turn out for you, well others will see”
The tape ended and I was in tears at this point, clay watched my features change and now I understood how he felt and what he had been going through while listening to this heartbreaking message from Hannah.
I had so many mixed emotions but I know that I couldn't go out with Zach anymore, I feel like I don't even know him at this point.
I spotted him with his clique as they spoke and laughed with whatever joke one of them made.
“Hey Y/N!” he smiled but then it dropped as soon as he noticed my tears
“I am not going out with you” I spat and earned some ‘ooh’ noises from his so called friends.
He pulled me aside and away from everyone “Why?” he asked shooting me a saddened expression, Hannah was right, he had loneliness hidden behind his eyes.
“I heard your tape and I cant believe all of this happened, I didn't even know and Jeff was your close friend! Hannah tried to help you and you brought her closer to her death!” I cried and he tried to get me to lower my voice but no one had paid any attention to us.
“Please don't do this, I didn't mean to do anything to her but I saw you with jeff that day and something inside of me snapped, I regret the words that left my mouth but I cant change anything” his voice cracked “The only person who would know how to help me right now is Jeff and he isn't even here anymore, everything in my life always turns to fucking shit and I end up lonely all the time, I am never fucking loved and you cant make me feel any worse then I'm already feeling right now. I'm fucking sorry” he broke down and I felt remorse course throughout my entire body and chills running up and down my spine. I had no idea he felt this strongly about everything.
“I'm sorry you have to go through this right now and I understand what it’s like to lose Jeff, he was my boyfriend and he left me and that night I regret going home and leaving him there but everything happened- I know he is in a good place but I still know he deserved so much better, but Hannah was only trying to help you and she needed helping of her own and she tried to reach out to you because you connected on feeling lonely and she hoped you would at least try to help her back- I think the only way to make up to her about this is to tell the truth and come clean before you suffer further from any of this.” I tried to calm him down
“You’re right and I need to tell the truth about this because it is eating me up alive, I owe this to her and we all received an interrogation slip to talk about her and it was picked at random, I am nervous about it but I know now what to do- thank you” he positively responded and it made me smile.
“I will meet you up tonight for that date and help you prep for your interrogation that's coming up soon” I smiled back as I engulfed him in a hug, he wasn't a bad guy to be honest, he just didn't know how to respond to someone reaching out to him but I'm glad I could have a positive impact and change on him.
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In a Name: Ch 16
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“Nox!” You cried out happily, running up to your friend.
“(Y/n)?” Nox replied in disbelief, happily accepting your hug as you barreled into him.
“You’ve gotten so old, and so big!”
“I could say the same to you!” He laughed. “Oh this is fantastic! How did you get time off?”
“The queen wanted to make sure I checked in on you.” You beamed at your young friend. You had already handed in the paperwork to Pithe’s governor, before rushing to the Bifrost. Heimdall had chuckled as you handed him the papers before waving you over to your friend. It had taken hardly any time, and as soon as you recognized Nox, you had rushed to his side.
“I hope you can thank her for me on my behalf, I’ve missed you so much.”
The two of you beamed at each other, just reveling in finally being reunited after so long apart. Finally Nox broke the silence, offering to show you the Bifrost bridge itself and the churning waters below.
-
You and Nox sat on the glimmering rainbow bridge, legs dangling as you stared into the swelling waves.
“Isn’t it beautiful?” Nox mused quietly, staring into the water.
You nodded, “Breathtaking… I can’t believe we’re actually here.”
Nox sighed wistfully, “Never imagined this would actually come true. How have you been?”
You shook your head, not able to fully wrap your mind around it still. “Life at the palace is magical, like nothing I ever dreamed of.”
“I’m glad. Bifrost duty is fun, I see Heimdall from time to time, he’s practically my boss, it’s just crazy.” You nodded, then Nox asked, “And you’re Frigga’s personal servant and guard?”
“Yes.”
“How is she?”
“She’s wonderful. The queen is as kind and just as everyone says.” You replied. Nox grinned, simply gazing at you in thought. Slowly you grew uncomfortable under his scrutiny, wondering why he seemed to stare so intently, “What?”
“Nothing…” He started slowly. You glared at him, waiting for him to elaborate. “You just seem happy.” He finally spoke. “But different too, I haven’t seen you like this in ages, maybe ever.”
“I feel happy, it’s such a wonderful place to be. I love it at the palace more than I ever did at the shop.”
Nox squinted at you, slowly starting to frown in obvious concentration. “No, that’s not quite it either. Well, I mean, it’s true probably, I believe you. No, you look rather like…” Nox slowly trailed off, then suddenly gasped as he straightened up. “I know that look!”
“What look?”
“I’ve seen it so many times at the tavern, or even just the guards talking about their friends – someone has your eye!”
Your eyes widened, mouth dropping open. “What? No!” You scoffed quickly, “I’ve no idea what you’re talking about.”
Nox grinned knowingly, “Is there a guard there?”
“Of course not!” You snapped.
“No, you’re right. A normal guard wouldn’t do it. You would aim elsewhere. Most guards probably wouldn’t share your interests, you’re far too smart for the sort of nonsense us lesser folk get into.”
You rolled your eyes, “Yes, you lesser folk. You would know.”
“I would! You would want someone smart and sophisticated. More like,” Nox hesitated, trying to think of someone at the palace that might fit that description. “Someone on the court!” He announced at last, then looked at you for some sign of confirmation.
Shaking your head, you rolled your eyes again, though you couldn’t stop the faint blush that painted your cheeks. ‘You’ve no idea. ’, you thought to yourself.
Nox’s triumphant look slowly faded as he studied you again. “No wait.” He hesitated. “A guy on the court, definitely, only place to find someone sophisticated enough for you, but no… is it Prince Loki?”
Your mouth dropped open completely as you straightened up. “No! Of course not.” You shot him another angry look before returning your gaze to the waters below.
“You fancy the prince.” Nox repeated softly, as if disbelieving to himself.
“I’ve no idea what you’re talking about.” You growled irritably, finally looking up.
“You don’t have to lie to me.” He muttered sheepishly, shrugging.
You sighed heavily, rubbing your fingers absently along the trim of your tunic. Trying to change the subject, you asked, “How have you been?”
“Look, I get it if you don’t want to talk about it, but if you do like the prince, please be careful. You do know what everyone says about him.” Nox spoke as if he was confiding a fear to you.
Slowly you looked up, “Stories and lies, everyone has a reputation that they make or sometimes hide behind.” You thought of your time as an apothecary. No one in Pithe would have suspected you to leave and join the Einharjar, and yet you had.
“I know. I just want you to be careful, whatever you choose to do.”
“Thanks Nox.” You smiled weakly.
After a moment, he managed his own small smile. “How’s Sif?”
Grunting noncommittally, you sighed again, “We’ve tried talking some. We are often in the training yards at similar times. Prince Thor has spoken with me about her from time to time. He seems to value the bond we once shared.”
“Huh, that’s interesting.”
You shrugged, “I’ve no idea what to make of it.”
Nox chuckled after a moment, once more gazing up at the sky. The sun was beginning its descent, lowering to the horizon but still bathing the land in its warm glow. “Well, what do you say for a midnight hunt, for old time’s sake? Heimdall gave me tomorrow off, so I can stay up as late as we’d like.”
You grinned, leaning over to hug him. “I’d love that.”
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Since you had left the palace, Thor had finally been released from the healing chamber and allowed to roam free. He had grudgingly agreed to sit through a number of board games with Loki and Frigga. The three had played well into the evening, eager to push any and all troubling thoughts away; Frigga greatly encouraging it.
So it was with a somewhat heavy heart that Loki returned to his room, his thoughts once more traveling to the simple apothecary from Pithe, turned Einharjar, you. He groaned, slamming his door shut and collapsing onto his expansive bed.
The evening spent swimming with you felt so distant now, especially with his clumsiness once more around you only hours prior. He missed you, he accepted solemnly. There was nothing else to it, he simply missed your presence.
With these last troubling thoughts, Loki drifted to an uneasy sleep.
-
In the morning, Loki woke up, eyes wildly scanning the room. He shot up to a sitting position, resting his head in his hands. After a moment of silence, save for his heavy breathing, he looked up and gazed around the room, trying to make sense of his dreams. They were feverish and focused entirely on one thing, one person: you.
He sighed heavily before collapsing back into his bed and groaning. “This is impossible.” He moaned quietly. This longing, this desire, it was killing him. Stretching his arms out, splayed out on his back, he gazed at the ceiling. The sheets were still tangled around him from his mad dreams and movement was more than he could bear at the moment. Again he sighed, finally giving in and allowing himself to relieve some of his pent up frustration.
With that matter settled, he let out a sigh of relief before finally untangling himself from the sheets and rolling out of bed. He stood up stiffly, mentally vowing to find a way to woo you.
Loki hesitated as he made his way towards the bathroom, then groaned again. Pressing his clenched fists to his temples, he mentally accepted that you would be unimpressed.
There was no way of just having you.
As he sighed again, moving his hands away from his face, he realized that was fine. There was no other desire than to just be near you, in any way that was possible, he simply valued your company. With any luck, maybe you would return the feelings, but for now, he would be happy with only spending time with you.
That would be another challenging matter, he noted, but far less insurmountable than his previous plan.
With this matter settled, he traveled to his bathroom and cleaned up for the day ahead. He had a number of duties that he had to attend to as prince, but he had been neglecting them as of late and it was starting to catch up with him.
-
After dressing, Loki strolled down the palace hallways, making his way towards one of the council rooms. He allowed himself to be lost to his thoughts.
“Brother!” Thor called out, startling Loki just before they collided.
“Oh, hello Thor.” Loki forced a smile.
Thor frowned, tilting his head to the side. “What troubles you brother?”
Loki sighed, “Have you ever wanted something you couldn’t have?”
Thor’s frown deepened as his brow furrowed, “I’m not sure of what you mean.”
Of course not, Loki thought bitterly, the golden son wanted for nothing. Whereas Loki did nothing but want. He wanted to be normal, to be a warrior like Thor, to have his father’s approval, to be stronger, to be better, to be good enough; to not be so alone.
“Never mind,” Loki muttered, quickly trailing off. “I didn’t sleep well.”
Suddenly a smile appeared on Thor’s face, recognition of sorts crossing his eyes. “Has some maiden caught my brother’s eye?”
“Of course not.” Loki snapped. His heart really… He pushed against Thor’s chest, shoving him to the side before pressing past him and stalking away. “I’m going to the library.” He growled, not looking back.
Thor simply stayed where he was, uncertain of Loki’s strange reaction.
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Neil’s Reflection
This Sunday we will be looking at the second half of the first chapter in Acts 1:12-26. Luke begins to tell the story of how the earliest church navigated really strange times, when they were led from one adventure into another by the Spirit.
But he begins this story by explaining how they found another apostle who would be able to take Judas’ reflecting on the consequence of Judas explaining how the leadership question dealt with that. Luke’s story begins by reminding the reader of the failure of one of those who was called by Jesus. Maybe a strange way to begin a story.
This is an imagined email from the editor to Luke and Luke’s response:
The Book of Acts – First Draft
From: [email protected]
To: [email protected]
2:37 PM (2 hours ago)
Dear Luke
Thanks for the chance to see your first draft of this second installment in the story of Jesus. We still think it’s a great way of giving people a chance to see the impact Jesus had and it’s an exciting story. I think it’ll be great and we expect that people will be reading this for thousands of years. We think it’ll be a best-seller.
So, taking that into account do you mind if I raise a few problems we have with the way you have begun the story?
In particular, it’s the way you choose to remind people about the problems you had with Judas.I mean it’s fine – it’s just not very encouraging. We feel our readers would want something more encouraging, something that is a bit more upbeat, less … I don’t know how to put it, really … honest I guess.
I mean I know that what happened with Judas was traumatic, tragic even. But I don’t think people want to be reminded of things like that. We know it happened, but do we need to air our dirty linen in public? I don’t think so.
As I see it at this stage, there are two basic problems with what you have written:
1. People want strong leaders. They don’t want to be reminded that leaders fail, that they are the same as us, that they go wrong as much as any of us do. They want to believe that they are so very different that they never face the same temptations. They want them to be perfect, they need them to be perfect.
So could you put more of a heroic spin on your stories?
2. I’m really unhappy about how you describe the selection of Matthias as the 12th man. To be honest, it makes it seem like the rest of them have no succession plan at all. I know that it needed to be someone who’d been with Jesus, but a ballot? Come on, it makes them look weak, uncertain, dependent. Could they not have interviewed people and done some psychometric test to see who would be most suited. (I can’t feel that had Jesus used a StrengthsFinder test or something else he would have weeded Judas out much earlier.)
In brief, I don’t think you are telling this story the best way. It’s giving the impression that the early church was built around people with flaws, people who struggled, people like us. That’s no way to begin a great story!
I look forward to hearing back from you with proposed changes.
Ed
RE: The Book of Acts – First Draft
From: [email protected]
To: [email protected]
3:37 PM (1 hour ago)
Ed
Thanks for your email and the comments. You are right. It’s no way to start such an exhilarating story. And we might need heroes. The problem was, there weren’t any – not really.
It was just us.
And God… that was the difference!
The story stands.
Luke
Interview
You might be aware that this week the BBC launched a series of education programmes for children at home, BBC Bitesize. One of the people really involved in getting all this off the ground is Jo Wozencroft. I had chance to interview her a couple of weeks ago about what life is like for her at the moment. I hope you enjoy watching it.
News
1. Sunday Gathering
The link to this Sunday’s Gathering is here:
Join our Sunday Zoom meeting
https://us04web.zoom.us/j/836810848
Meeting ID: 836 810 848
This will be the same link we will use up to 10 May.
We are going to be working our way through the Book of Acts. These are great ways of getting an overview of the whole book:
2. Inviting Others
During these strange days, we want to stay growing as church. You might have friends and family who might be interested in staying in touch with us as a church. Ask them to fill out the form on our church website and we will add them to our mailing list.
Sign up for updates from Salford Elim Church
This may be an easy time to invite friends and family to our Gatherings, after all they can be with us from the safety of their own homes. You have nothing to lose, they have a lot to gain!
3. Home Groups
On Thursday evenings from 7.45-9.00 we have three small ‘home’ groups that meet. If you haven’t been part of a group in the past but would like to explore it, you will be very welcome to come along.
The groups are continuing The Prayer Course, so before you come along, make sure you have watched the 7th session. It’s all about listening to God.
Join our Home Group Zoom meeting
https://us04web.zoom.us/j/998857193?pwd=Ni9ZY2pSSWdQcWRvellMWXJYbG5rZz09
Meeting ID: 998 857 193
Password: 820084
4. Friday Prayer Group
The Prayer group continue to meet on Friday mornings. Corinne sends a text around to people with prayer requests so that people can pray at the same time. If you would like to be part of that, contact Corinne directly or Neil.
5. Giving
Thanks for all of you who give to the church as part of your worship. One of the changes that has happened since we can’t meet together is that those of you who used to give to the church on Sunday mornings in the baskets haven’t been able to give. So, this is what you can do:
You can send us a cheque. Make them payable to Salford Elim Church and send them to Bev Walsh, 47 Moorfield Road, Salford, M6 7EY.
You can save it all up and give it to us when you can.
OR ‘Ta da!’ there is another way: You can use your smartphone.
Elim have joined up with Givt, the company that created this solution. First, download the Givt app. Now you can give in the same way you would if you gave cash on Sundays. This is what you need to do:
Open the app.
Choose the amount you want to give.
Choose the third option, give from the List.
Enter the name of the church in the search bar.
Tap ‘give’ at the bottom of your screen.
Finally, press Next to complete the donation.
(There is also an option to use the QR code – if you know what that means!)
If you want more information about any of this, do get in touch with Bev Walsh or Neil.
6. You’re not alone
If you need prayer, or to talk, don’t hesitate to contact folks in your WhatsApp group, or Neil – his number is 07771 558058.
Prayers we prayed on Sunday
It was really touching to see all the prayers that were shared on Sunday. We wrote them as we listened to this song.
eople asked if we could let you see them again. You will probably want to say ‘Amen’ to many of the comments, and some you may want to hear as a word of the Lord to you.
Here they are:
Morag Peacock: ‘Can a nation be changed? Show yourself to everyone. Revival – that’s my prayer.’
Emmanuel & Jumi: Yahweh The All Sufficient One
Jill Reynolds: Feel God is making us into pearls – the product of irritation and frustration which is somehow something beautiful. God is going to bring out the ‘worst’ in us, things that we’ve accepted as part of our character, in order to break its power over us. Prov 10:11
Jay and Martha: A prayer for safety – for many of us, we are much safer in our homes currently, but pray for those whose homes aren’t safe. Those in abusive situations, those are stuck with family members who they cannot be themselves safely around, those vulnerable to this illness that are living with key workers who are exposed. May God provide protection.
Emmanuel & Jumi: Be still and know that I am God
Constantin Zabo: I think God is telling us to pay attention to the times and the events around us. And you have to know everything has changed
Helen & Betty: To be open to the Spirit and to be willing to receive the courage and strength to respond.
Hannah Maylor: Good things are coming!
Nev & Lorna Plura: As we go out fill us with your Spirit. I can do nothing without You Lord.
Ian Peacock: I echo Morag’s prayer but also would ask God what he wants us to change as a result of this time. I don’t want us to lose what he is asking of us. Not just us as Christian but for us a society; the principle and gift of Sabbath rest, the refocus on community and relationship above work and money, the relief for the creation God asked us steward…..
Janet Downs: to step out in faith-filled with courage
Nicole Seddon: I pray for peace and that my children/ family (and populace) will feel safe and secure
Jill Reynolds: Also feel that God is moving the boundary stones – the border between races, the border between nations, the borders between ‘I can’ and ‘I can’t’, the people we choose to associate with and those we shun. He is expanding our territory.
Yvonne Simms: to trust Him and be obedient to His calling for me
Adam, Emily & Evelyn: a prayer for peace in the unknown
Steve & Claire: That this enforced “Pause” in life for so many, is an opportunity re-calibrate life and see what is important
Esther Tregilgas: Thank you God that you are in control and have the victory, we can put our trust in you.
Phil Lockett: come Holy Spirit make us bold that we may dare to share the good news and the love of the Lord Jesus Christ
Charlie and Kate Blundell: Go and fish. The seas are all now stirred up, the fish are ready to be caught. Go and fish; they are ready now, but will return to complacency when the waters settle.
Ann Salter: I am reminded constantly that God is a very present help in trouble he is not distant but here with us although this is new to us it’s not new to him who knows the end from the beginning
Gill Oldham: as I have been listening, I was reminded of the report of the spies who went to look at what was there when God was leading them to the promised land-a land flowing with milk & honey-but they didn’t all see the good things, some only saw the giants, but there were also good things there to focus on
Jo Wozencroft: That people will find community and friendship even amongst the isolation. That in the wake of a period of overwhelming division that we find a unity in this.
Jill Reynolds: This will be a time when we set up a memorial – like the children of Israel crossing the Jordan river in Joshua 4 – we will look back on this time and marvel at how far God’s brought us.
Julius Oluseli: It feels , it is a time of Life , we all NEED TO LOOK INWARDS. What is the spirit saying ….
Emmanuel & Jumi: I pray that we will remain Christ-focused and not be distracted by what is happening around us. Amen
Sunita Bih: In my quiet time this morning, I was reading from Luke 24 (road to Emmaus)…one thing that God imprinted on my heart is He is concerned of the physical ails but more our spiritual health-His death and resurrection did more that “restore the nation of Israel” as the disciples had hoped, He made away for us to be reconciled to the Father, for death to self and sin and defeat of the enemy. again in today’s reading, they ask about restoration of Israel and Jesus talks about the Kingdom of God, about being His witnesses…hmmm. our “spiritual health” is more important than our ‘physical health’
Jill Reynolds: Thank you God that we are planted in our society for such a time as this! AMEN!
Constantin Zabo: He wants us to live in the changes of this new time close to him and following his direction. All hearts are ready to receive the good news of Jesus. We have to preach it.
Emmanuel & Jumi: I pray we will remember to appreciate the precious gift of time
Clare and Julian Gittings: that we will be the hands and feet of Jesus in a broken world
Fay Lowe: Someone asked on a programme last night “is the NHS the new religion in Britain, offering hope where the church has failed” I got the question, but it felt so so wrong, the church has a huge potential to bring God’s kingdom on earth. We need to listen for God’s guidance on how best to do this for our community.
MuNatsi’s iPhone: May the Lord make us instruments of His Peace in this time of uncertainty and be the hope that we all need.
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* These are for Castiel muses only
Custody Battle: (https://hannahhostofheaven.tumblr.com/post/179471763690/custody-battle-open-rpcastiel-muses-only) Hannah and Castiel are trying to raise Jack together but Lucifer is seeking a more Human method of getting his son by trying to take Castiel to court for custody rights while Castiel has been trying to adopt the Nephilim.
Adoption and babies: (https://hannahhostofheaven.tumblr.com/post/179469274250/nephilim-adoption-open-rp-castiel-muses-only) The same idea as Custody battle but with a pregnancy plot twist.
Another angel from the Empty: (https://hannahhostofheaven.tumblr.com/post/179469260980/another-angel-from-the-empty-open-rp-castiel) Hannah has returned from the Empty with strange memories of her past lives. Raphael is back as well and he has a bone to pick with both angels, and for Jack.
Memories from the past: (https://hannahhostofheaven.tumblr.com/post/179522330705/memories-of-the-past-open-rp-castiel-muse) Hannah and Castiel are raising Jack together out of the bunker but these memories and dreams of her past just won’t go away. With Michael and the apocalypse looming, and Raphael’s return a major threat, and serial killer Nick on the loose, this isn’t a good time to discover she’s pregnant.
Winter and Autumn holidays: (https://hannahhostofheaven.tumblr.com/post/179599600115/halloween-open-rp-castiel-muses-only) Castiel, Hannah, and Jack enjoy the holiday season, starting with halloween. Hannah is pregnant and hasn’t told anyone yet, and Raphael is back and out for blood and to break up the happy family. Lots of fluff and cuteness in this one, and lots of possible angst.
Apocalypse Rising: (https://hannahhostofheaven.tumblr.com/post/179933523730/apocalypse-risingopen-startercas-and-hannah) Castiel and Hannah survive the terrible destruction after a comet hit the Earth leaving millions dead. There are very few humans left alive and those that did survive face a bleak future. Drained of grace, Castiel and Hannah are stuck on Earth and have to survive alongside the devastated humans.
Wheel of the Year: (https://hannahhostofheaven.tumblr.com/post/179933843295/wheel-of-the-year-castiel-muse-wanted-open-rp) Hannah is living with Castiel and after Raphael stole her grace, she’s been adjusting to life as a human.
University: (https://hannahhostofheaven.tumblr.com/post/179934654335/university-au-castiel-muse-only-open-rp) Hannah is an anthropology and theology studies major who meets the handsome new department addition (Castiel). No one knows she is an angel.
Archaeologist AU: (https://hannahhostofheaven.tumblr.com/post/179934823840/treasure-hunters-castiel-muse-onlyopen-rp) Hannah is on Earth working as an archaeologist. She’s traveled the world and seen so many interesting things. Now Castiel has a chance to travel with her as they travel, looking for a few lost artifacts that belong to heaven.
Grace thieves: (https://hannahhostofheaven.tumblr.com/post/179934889335/grace-thieves-castiel-muse-only-open-rp): Hannah shows up at Castiel’s door, beaten and hurt. She’s just returned from the empty and she was assaulted by rogue angels who have been attacking and stealing other angel’s grace and then selling it in this Angel-demon black market. Note: This will be a very dark starter and hints at sexual assault and violation.
Alley angels: (https://hannahhostofheaven.tumblr.com/post/179934952155/alley-angelscastiel-muse-needed-open-rp): Hannah has been living homeless in a bad part of the city since her return from the empty. She’s graceless and having a hard time struggling on Earth.
Brothels: (https://hannahhostofheaven.tumblr.com/post/179935032810/brothels-castiel-muse-needed-open-rp): Having returned to heaven with her grace low, Hannah is forced to live in a brothel in order to provide for herself.
Hunters: (https://hannahhostofheaven.tumblr.com/post/179935131120/hunter-angel-castiel-muse-open-rp): Hannah has joined the bunker, as the latest angelic rebel and has decided to become a hunter. Dean has not been very accepting of her.
Apocalypse Hannah: (https://hannahhostofheaven.tumblr.com/post/179935182530/apocalypse-hannah-aucastiel-muse-needed-open-rp) Hannah from the apocalypse world makes it into the real world with a lot of trauma.
Farm Living: (https://hannahhostofheaven.tumblr.com/post/179947122030/farm-livingcastiel-and-jack-muses-only-open-rp) Castiel and Hannah become farm land owners. They plan to raise Jack and their children on this land, but it’s not all it seems. The neighbors are a nightmare, it’s expensive, and there may be some hauntings on the land.
New World (https://hannahhostofheaven.tumblr.com/post/180881010480/new-worldapocalypsehannahcastiel-muse-wanted) Featuring Apocalypse world AU Hannah.
Beaten and Broken (https://hannahhostofheaven.tumblr.com/post/180880835420/beaten-and-brokenhumanhannahcastiel-muse-wanted) Featuring Human!Hannah verse. Hannah is dealing with an abusive stalker.
First day of school (https://hannahhostofheaven.tumblr.com/post/180880739165/first-day-of-schoolhumanhannahcastiel-muse-only) Human!Hannah. Hannah is dealing with being a teenage daughter of a strict, but absent single military father, and an older sister who never has anything nice to say.
Exploring Humanity: (https://hannahhostofheaven.tumblr.com/post/180879961020/exploring-humanitycastiel-muse-onlyopen-rp) A fluffy fic where Castiel shows Hannah how to explore humanity.
Season 14 Hannah: (https://hannahhostofheaven.tumblr.com/post/180878895590/season-14open-rpcastiel-muse-onlyjack-kline-too) This is an AU which keeps canon in mind. Hannah has returned to the empty, but she finds a massacre of angels and heaven falling apart. She seeks the only angel she know that can help.
** Time travel aus**
Unless plotted otherwise, the time travel aus will feature human!Hannah.
Ancient Rome AU: (https://hannahhostofheaven.tumblr.com/post/178114763510/daughter-of-rome-a-fan-fiction) The Roman Emporer’s daughter falls in love with a gladiator owned by her father.
Cinderella AU: (https://hannahhostofheaven.tumblr.com/post/178123750575/cinderellaopen-rpprincecastiel-needed) The peasant girl falls in love with the prince.
Scullery au (https://hannahhostofheaven.tumblr.com/post/178123788210/scullery-girlopen-rpcolonialcastiel-needed) In Colonial Massachusetts, the servant wife of a cruel man falls in love with a revolutionary.
Wild West Beauty and the beast au (https://hannahhostofheaven.tumblr.com/post/178123843785/wild-westopen-rpfrontiercastiel-needed) The daughter of a merchant is very attractive and gains the attention of the arrogant man in town, but she prefers a life of adventure and true love.
Bootlegger Cove: (https://hannahhostofheaven.tumblr.com/post/178123879800/roaring-twentiesopen-rp20scastiel-needed) The daughter of a mafia boss falls in love with her father’s rival’s son, in the roaring 20s.
Peace and Love: (https://hannahhostofheaven.tumblr.com/post/178238010560/peace-and-fallen-angels) Hannah goes to college to experience the spirit of the sixties. Her father thinks she is there to find a husband, but she has other ideas.
This list is always growing and is customizable! Please check out my rules and head canons.
Rules: (https://hannahhostofheaven.tumblr.com/rules) Make sure you read them!
Headcanons: (https://hannahhostofheaven.tumblr.com/headcanons) Note that Hannah’s past lives in her head canon could all be potential RPs as well so check them out if you are interested in any time travel or period dramas.
** If you are interested in RPing one of these and find it’s already been taken by someone else, PM me and I will make you a new link. **
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