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georgeromeros · 2 months
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Superman III (1983) dir. Richard Lester
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junkfoodcinemas · 9 months
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Superman III (1983)
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dailyflicks · 8 months
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Superman III (1983)
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kent-farm · 9 months
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—Clark Kent + The Shirt Rip
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gameraboy2 · 1 year
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Margot Kidder and Christopher Reeve in Superman III (1983)
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ad-j · 6 months
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WATCHLIST 2023: Superman III
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rubianomita · 9 months
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The best scene of Superman III, change my mind.
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melthehoneybee · 1 month
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Don’t mind me… just uh.. thinking about Christopher Reeve’s Evil Superman over here.
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I’m totally normal about him. Mmhmm
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mannytoodope · 2 years
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Gus: Both keys at the same time?!
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gemlover100000 · 1 year
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Vera and Helen eilna wore walking nearly midnight Helen was smiling looking at Vera who is worried.
” hey Vera what’s the matter?” Asked Helen. 
“ we’re lost Helen and it’s getting cold we need to find a way home.” Vera replied. 
“ right but I’m sure we can make it home.” Helen smiled. “ I promise....”
” okay.” Vera nodded.
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A few hours later.
” damnit!” Vera Yelled. “ it’s dark!”
” I know we gotta get out!” Helen cried.
” but how your clawlets?!”
” Yeah my clawlets!”
” use it right now I’m cold and scared!”
” I will I will jeez!” 
As Helen raised her arm a drum banged it shook the ground Helen looked around no rain no thunder no lighting Vera panted.
” what the fuck was that?!” Vera cried. 
“ it was a drum Vera!” Helen cried.
” it doesn’t sound like one!”
” well who cares!?”
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Vera and Helen suddenly feel hot Helen takes off her coat then looks at Vera in shock to see her glowing?
” v-Vera what the fuck?” Helen chocked out she looked at herself glowing also. “ shit!””
” Helen I don’t know what’s happening to us.” Vera cried. 
“ I can’t feel my legs....”
” me too....”
” what’s happening to me??”
” I don’t know!”
helen tried screaming for help but no one came. “ shit!”
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Giving up Helen sighs then feels a sharp pain in her chest she cries out as a pink light comes out of her chest Helens eyes looked at the pink light Vera had the same thing but the light was purple she screamed as the pain gets worse.
” VERA!” Helen cried. “ the pain I can’t breathe!!!!!!!!”
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Vera and Helen couldn’t take the excruciating pain anymore they scream out in pain the light coming out and nearly ripping the light out of the bodies.
 “ FUUUCK!!!” Helen cried. “ IT HUUUUUURTS!!!!!!!”
” OH GOD HELP US PLEASE HELP US!!!!!!!!” Cried Vera. “ I’m sorry I can’t take this anymore!”  Tears filling in her eyes she lets out a loud scream of agony and regret before the light rips out of Veras chest she goes limp Helen was both shocked and scared at her friends painful experience the light rips out passing out.
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Vera woke up her head pounding her eyes directly look at her arm it wasn’t her arm she touches her face no wrinkles has she become younger? she got up and looked at her body her bust size was bigger then usual then it came to realization she was in Helen eilnas body she lets out a scream but her voice sounded like helens. “ no no no!” Vera cried. “ I’m in helens body!”
helen got up and felt different her body felt different she touches her face she has gotten older. “ what the hell?!” Her voice sounded like her friends voice. “ I’m i In Veras body?!” She realized then screamed in fear. “ no no no no!!!” She looked at Vera. “ I’m you your me!!! My fabulous body is gone! WHY?!??!?”
” Helen calm down!” Cried Vera. “ we will find a possible cure for this if not we’ll have to accept together okay.”
“ no i want my body back!” Helen cried. “ I can’t be like this!” 
“ but-“
” your women hater brother will harass you!”
” no he will not.”
” yes he fucking will!”
” your just having a panic attack!” Vera said.
” I’m not!” Helen cried.
” look at me!” Vera Yelled. “ I’m sorry this happened!”
helens eyes filled up. “ I know.”
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crystal-bytes · 5 months
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GIFTOBER 2023
DAY SIXTEEN: TROPES
ALLIANCE OF ALTERNATES in
Spider-Man: No Way Home (2021) / My Adventures with Superman 1x07 "Kiss Kiss Fall in Portal" (2023) / Kingdom Hearts III (2019) / Loki 1x04 "The Nexus Event" (2021) / The Flash 4x06 "When Harry Met Harry" (2017) / Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse (2023)
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animusrox · 9 months
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The Last Son of Krypton, Part III Superman: The Animated Series
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the-truth-is-there · 9 months
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All tv and movie Supermans
Kirk Alyn - Superman(1948)/Atom Man vs Superman(1950)
George Reeves - Adventures of Superman(1951-1958)/Superman and the Mole-Men(1952)
Christopher Reeve - Superman(1978)/Superman II(1980)/Superman III(1983)/Superman IV: The Quest for Peace(1987)/Superman II: The Richard Donner Cut(2006)
John Haymes Newton - Superboy(1988-1989)
Gerard Christopher - New Adventures of Superboy(1989-1992)
Dean Cain - Lois & Clark: The New Adventures of Superman(1993-1997)
Tom Welling - Smallville(2001–2011)/Crisis on Infinite Earths - CW(2020)
Brandon Routh - Superman Returns(2006)/Crisis on Infinite Earths - CW(2020)
Henry Cavill - Man of Steel(2013)/Batman v Superman: Dawn of Justice(2016)/Justice League(2017)/Zack Snyder's Justice League(2021)/Adão Negro(2022)
Tyler Hoechlin - Supergirl(2016-2021)/Crisis on Infinite Earths - CW(2020)/Superman & Lois(2021-present) Nicolas Cage - The Flash (2023)
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sailormoonsub · 3 months
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Holiday Blog Masterpost
I won't have time for a traditional holiday movie blog this year, but you can enjoy the ghosts of Christmas past below!
Comfort and Joy (superman and friends learn the true meaning of christmas or something)
Grandma Got Run Over By a Reindeer (self explanatory)
He-Man and She-Ra Christmas Special (I still think we need to talk about how Orko received the Message of the Lord)
Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer (WHY WERENT YOU AT ELF PRACTICE?!?!)
The Sleight Before Christmas (Lupin III learns the true meaning of christmas or something)
The Year Without a Santa Claus (my clone army: she's too much >:) )
A Muppet Family Christmas (note how the hand never touches the spoon.)
Santa Claus is Comin' to Town (santa encourages crime! santa's legacy is BUILT on crime!)
Dreaming Moon Christmas Concert (with love, this is cursed)
Xena's A Solstice Carol (xena doesn't learn the true meaning of christmas. she fucking INVENTS christmas)
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kent-farm · 9 months
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—Smallville, “Whisper” + Superman and Lois, “Broken Trust”
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jinxhallows · 1 year
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Uninvited [ The Finale Part 2 ]
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Uninvited. a short-ish series ft. Felix, Chan and Hyunjin (& a sprinkle of Jisung for a little razzle dazzle)
cw: 100% AU, afab reader, blood and gore descriptions, ritual self-bloodletting, supernatural creature themes/tropes, vampire theme/tropes, hybrid theme/tropes.
word count: 6.0k (woo dis a big boi!)
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Part I - click here
Part II - click here
Part III (explicit content) - click here
Part IV - click here
Part V (explicit content) -click here
Part VI -click here
Part VII - click here
Part VIII - click here
Part IX - click here
Part X - click here
The Finale Pt. 1 - click here
-- SO IT HAS COME TO THIS. THE END OF THIS JOURNEY. I love each and everyone of you that took the time to read my story. This was so much fun! I really enjoy AU writing and supernatural tropes. Please be kind to yourselves ! <3
**taglist <3 (If I missed anyone let me know! it wasnt on purpose i tried to comb all my posts and make sure )
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The Final Chapter (Part Deux) 
“Don’t peek!” 
“I’m not peeking, I promise.” 
“I don’t believe you.” 
You press your fingers together firmly resting them against Chan’s eyes as you guide him past the large cardboard boxes that were stacked alongside the walls, a few sit on the floor in the middle of the bedroom.  You’re penguin waddling behind him and end up almost tripping. 
“Hey! You’re supposed to have hybrid coordination here!” You chide as he laughs. 
“I’m a hybrid, I’m not Superman!” 
You make a face, even though he can’t see it. 
“What’s Superman got to do with your garbage coordination when your eyes are covered?”  
Although Chan’s placement is perfect for the surprise, right in front of the bathroom sink and facing the mirror; he can’t help the dismay at your question and he grasps your wrist, slowly removing your hands as he turns to face you. 
“You don’t know Superman has x-ray vision?” He almost looks hilariously disgusted with you. 
“Syu-puh-man yourself into the mirror and look at all my hard work!” You mock as you spin him by his shoulders to the sink. 
“Are you making fun of my acc--” Chan finally faces the mirror, but pauses instantaneously, barely recognizing the beast reflected in front of him.  He hadn’t had such dark hair in ages. 
“Do you love it?” You say with a wide grin. 
“Little witch I--” he runs his fingers through the deep brown, black hair. It was textured in its naturally wavy state after being freshly washed and towel dried.  
“It's been so long... I love it.” He shakes his shaggy hair out, his bangs falling perfectly on his forehead.  He looks so innocent and unsuspecting like this, especially with his new color.  “Do you know how difficult it was to keep that blue? God...” he scoffs, and you giggle as he wraps his arms around you.  He’s wearing dark pajama pants, and you’re comfortable in an oversized gray tee and an extra pair of his sweatpants. 
“Well, you’re welcome.” You smile as his embrace tightens and he kisses your lips once, twice, before nuzzling his nose into the fine hairs that had escaped the front of your scarf, right by your ear.  His breath tickles your jaw and neck. 
“God I’m so glad you’re back.” he murmurs into your skin.   
You can hear the pain in his voice.  The whole lot of you were traumatized from the entire ordeal.  Others carried this weight near-seamlessly; Hyunjin being at the top of that list if it were to be listed from best to worst at displaying a false mask of composure and balance. 
It had been a little over a week since you and Jisung made it back from purgatory.  Other than the gaps in knowledge that Hyunjin had about modern living, he appeared to be coping alright.  He remained to himself, or in Felix’s study. 
The next best person at hiding their trauma was, you guessed it, Felix.   
He isolated himself, so he only truly had to keep his cool for brief moments in the company of others.  You two had a few private conversations over the last few days.  Sometimes, you’d notice his eyes glass over as he would disassociate.  When asked about it, he would firmly insist he was alright and just dealing with the emotional aftermath of the incident, in such a self-aware way, that it would easily ward off any further intrusive questions. 
Chan was where the scale began to tilt.  Not only was he coping with the situation in his own, unique manner---he was also coping with the fact that he was going to be a father, in the most impossible of ways, and he was feeling all sorts of emotions he hadn’t felt in an extremely long time; and quite a few he had never felt at all prior to now. 
It was Chan who pioneered the decision for them to move out of the estate they had been on for hundreds and hundreds of years.  Through an old mutual supernatural friend of he and Jisung, they had secured a home on several acres about 4 hours away. Chan agreed to it right away, without even viewing it.  He simply wanted to uproot the household and mask their whereabouts as swiftly as he could. 
As far as he was concerned, you all could collectively figure out a forever home after the child arrived.  The safety of all was his top priority.   
He kept his ability to bring the spirits of others up, but he barely honored his daytime deaths, instead opting to stay up and vigilant.  The events were trying on his psyche, and sometimes he would break, at night.  You’d hear him crying, softly; sometimes you would feel what felt like a kick in your stomach (though according to mortal fetal development cycles, you were far too early to be experiencing such phenomena). It would wake you from your slumber and you’d sluggishly crawl across the bed to where he sat on the edge.  You would wrap your arms around him, and hug him tightly, kissing the back of his head as he cried.  Oftentimes you would cry too, but you would bite back your sobs, your nose pressed against his silken hair as you’d grip him tighter still. 
Not only was Jisung’s ability to conjure severely affected by crossing the lines between the dead and the living an added time—he was experiencing a strange bout of dizzy and fainting spells that Felix was still trying to get to the bottom of.  Until he was back to his full health, Chan didn’t feel comfortable allowing him to be alone at his home.  Without the level of conjure he held prior, Felix also noted that the protection around the perimeter of his home might have new vulnerabilities. 
Jisung refused to leave the guest room unless it was necessary.  He felt extremely vulnerable the way he currently was and busied himself sick trying to find a solution alongside Felix. 
You hadn’t escaped psychologically Scot free yourself.  You suffered from nightmares of an unknown origin that you were trying to keep under wraps from the others.  When Chan would ask why some days you would wake up in fear, nearly springing from the sheets, you simply blamed it on PTSD; which was half true. 
The other half of the truth was that in the nightmares, you couldn’t see much, it was as if you had been blindfolded.  You always heard the same two muffled voices, but it never became clear enough to decipher.  What was ingrained deep within you from the visions was the fear and hopelessness that you felt.  It was as if everyone had abandoned you, all at once.  The darkness was overwhelming and began to make you feel so trapped you’d grow sick to your stomach, oftentimes, the nausea carrying over into your waking life. 
Today was no exception.  At the break of Dawn, you feel yourself growing groggy.  You had been more tired than usual, but of course, this was how things went for pregnant women, right? It didn’t feel misaligned, the symptoms you carried.  You fall asleep, feeling the peace of your body being put to rest.  Yet what feels like only mere moments later, you blink your eyes open and see darkness. 
You feel the rough fabric that’s tied tightly over your eyes.  Your heart rate quickens, and you strain to hear the exchange of voices happening right in front of you. 
‘...onl...ay’ 
‘br...a...store....power’ 
You capture a full word for the first time since your nightmares began. 
Power 
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You end up getting a bit more rest than you had expected, which was a welcome recharge to your system.  You don’t mention the context of your nightmares, or the full word you managed to catch last night.  It would only make Chan more protective, Felix more curious, Hyunjin more stressed, and Jisung more terrified.  You could tell everyone, hell even yourself included, were waiting for the other shoe to drop.  Chan had told you in the entirety of his life, he’s never felt safe, things have never been normal. Ever. 
So, for now, you keep your mouth shut and enjoy the cool, night breeze on your face as you have your passenger side window rolled down.  You smell the Northeastern Atlantic Ocean shores, only yards away, the moonlight reflecting off the moving water.  As Chan drives further, the tree line gives you brief glimpses of the ocean, but it’s clear, you’re heading far in the opposite direction of it.  The forestry thickens and you soon smell damp moss and rotting wood more than the coastal sealine. 
Hyunjin is sitting in the backseat, also staring out the window, his facial expression blank.  He couldn’t shake off the feeling of being trapped in a world he didn’t understand. 
“So, this is it? This is where we’re going to live?” Hyunjin asks, with a hint of sarcasm. 
Felix, who’s sitting alongside Hyunjin in the roomy SUV, speaks up.  “It’s a roof over our heads.  It’s a start.” He replies coolly. 
“We’ll make it work, Hyunjin.” Chan says, glancing in the rearview mirror at his fire-haired brother.  “We always do.” 
“We’re a family.  We’ll figure it out, together.” You add softly. 
Hyunjin doesn’t reply, but the tension in his shoulders relaxes slightly.  You all drive in silence for a while, each lost in your own thoughts. 
Finally, Chan breaks the silence as the car slows down on the dirt road.  “We’ve been through a lot, but we’re all here now.  We’re going to make a new life for ourselves.  We don’t really have a choice but to move forward now. “ 
“Anyway then, here we are.” Chan twists the keys in the ignition and the low rumbling of the engine stops.  It’s so silent, you could hear a pin drop at least a mile away.  You lean forward, glimpsing the large, Victorian style dwellings.  Your eyes are immediately drawn to the thick vines that seem to be growing out of every crevice.  The moonlight casts an eerie glow on the overgrown plants, making the house seem almost...alive. 
You can feel the discomfort in the car as Chan, who was driving, and Jisung, who’s in the backseat, exchange a look of concern.  You can see the dust on the windows and the cobwebs in the corners of the house. 
As you step out the car with everyone else, you can’t shake off the feeling of unease.  The house seems ancient, and it’s clear that it hasn’t been lived in for a long time; but Chan and Jisung’s friend had assured them that it’s a safe location, and you trust them.   
You try to put your feelings aside and focus on the task at hand, but as you walk up the creaky front steps, you can’t help but wonder what kind of secrets this old house holds. Chan wriggles the knob, expecting it to open, but to no avail. 
“Hold on.” Jisung emerges, wrapping his slender fingers around the rusted knob.   Without turning, you can hear the locks inside of the door turn slowly, as if there was someone on the other side.  The way it opens, dust falling from the frame, you begin to second guess this decision to yourself once more. 
“There’s no way you sprung me to live like this...” Hyunjin says, walking inside and glancing at the peeling paint on the walls.  The rooms are large and empty, with no furniture anywhere.  The floors are wooden, and a dark, cocoa color. 
“Brother, we’ve lived in worse.” Chan says, his hands in his pockets as he walks forward, looking up and surveying the large chandelier that hovers in the foyer.  He looks down at the rug underneath his feet and taps the spot with his toe. 
“This is a recipe for a D-List horror movie accident just waiting to happen.” He notes as you join him underneath, slipping your arms around his waist, squeezing the fabric of his fleece jacket between your fingers as you also look up at the chandelier. 
“It's almost a full moon.” You say with a grin, kissing him and moving on to explore the rest of the house yourself. 
“Yeah?” Chan follows behind you, now that you’ve piqued his interest. 
“Yeah, you get really paranoid about things the closer it gets, I’ve noticed....” Your voice trails off as you run your hand over an old hallway display cabinet.  Dust clings effortlessly to your fingers, and you brush them against one another to scatter it away.  
“You don’t think there’s any way Edith could like...come back, for me...or the baby, or anything, right?” You blurt. 
Chan’s brow furrows.  “No. We sealed her soul in purgatory, little witch why—does this have to do with your nightmares?” Chan’s gears begin to shift as he puts two and two together. 
“No! I--” You look around before lowering your voice, “No, I’m just still afraid.  Can you blame me? I barely got out alive, and now I have to keep myself and this...thing alive--” 
“This thing? That’s my child that’s...our child.” Chan’s voice softens.  He realizes his fuse is shorter around the Full Moon and tries to maintain control. He normally doesn’t let it slip, but he was feeling out of sorts the last few days.  “You let me worry about keeping you, and our child, alive.” 
You’re a little taken aback at his tone, but you blame it on the oncoming Full Moon.  The last one didn’t go as well as it should have, and after everything, his body and emotions were tense.  He seems to notice the shift in your demeanor and runs his fingers through his dark hair, now styled back slick and straight.  He sighs as he places both hands firmly on your upper arms. 
“All of this, its gonna take some getting used to for me, for you, for everyone here.  She could be a vampire, a witch, a wolf, or all three.  My father was a hybrid, and I came out as a wolf.  There’s no rhyme or reason to this it's just...a wildcard, really.  It’s a wildcard.  I feel like I’ve been given a second chance to get it right this time.” 
You can feel the neediness in his voice, you see his eyes, begging, pleading for you to understand him, to validate his reasoning, experience and existence.   
Your big, bad wolf. 
“Did you say...she?” You tease. 
He’s caught off guard as you laugh at his expression. 
“Did I? I said she? Did I really?” He asks in disbelief.  “I didn’t even notice.” 
“Do you want a little girl? Do you think you can handle that?” You say with a cheeky grin. 
“No, absolutely not! That’s why I can’t believe I said it!” He touches his lips and looks at his fingers, as if the answer would be splayed on the tips. 
“Hey lovebirds, it’d be nice to have some hybrid strength for some of these boxes, yeah?” Jisung slaps the doorframe that he’s looking out from behind as he hoists his box higher against his body to get a better grip.  He takes it into the living room and sets it among the other boxes that Felix and Hyunjin had managed to use their unnatural speed to build up. 
They didn’t bring everything from the old house, only enough to be able to live comfortably for a little while.  The family estate was in their name and would always stand where it was built; but that area couldn’t be considered secure.  People over the centuries had been guests, although there had been no disturbances, folks in certain circles close enough knew where they laid themselves to rest. 
You were barely pregnant, and certainly felt strong enough to help.  Your speed wasn’t up to par like theirs, nor was your coordination, but you had little boosts every now and again.  You glance into the trailer attached to Chan’s truck.  Figuring out that you could carry a box or two, you grasp one and make your way back up the creaky stairs and into your new home. 
Chan’s about to approach you, to chastise you for doing too much, when Felix stops his brother, arm across his chest. 
“Let her do something for herself, you can’t control everything, brother.” The white-haired vampire murmurs in an intimate tone.  “You’ll drive yourself mad trying and drive her away in the process.” 
Chan takes a few steps back, watching as you set the box down in the middle of the room and stand up, feeling more winded than you usually were.  You shake it off and head back outside to join the others. 
“I can’t escape the notion that something isn’t right, brother.”  
Chan crosses his arms across his chest, the sleeves of his deep navy fleece jacket rolled up to his elbows as he stands beside Felix, near the staircase in the foyer.  Hyunjin zips back and forth so fast, only the sound of his rustling clothing and dropping boxes can be heard.  Jisung is struggling to carry heavier boxes, to get you to not worry about them.  You find yourself stumbling along Jisung, trying to capture the other end of the boxes that were too heavy for him alone to conquer. 
Felix watches everyone too, his arm resting against the wooden, curled start of the banister. 
He wants desperately to disagree; but the brothers knew how their undead lives worked. Now they had a pregnant witch descendant of one of the most powerful clans in the world in their midst. 
Felix chews the inside of his lower lip as his brain begins spinning the webs it always spun when it came to strategizing. He answers his brother, barely above a whisper. 
“It’s not.”  
Chan glances over his shoulder at his younger, pureblooded vampire brother.  “Has something been ailing you?” 
“The bloodlust.” Felix never takes his eyes off you all milling about, despite Chan boring holes into the side of his skull.  “Normally I keep myself well fed, the blood of a witch, the blood of your little witch, it’s tempting but...” Felix’s gaze breaks as he glances down at the floor.  His index and thumb rub against one another anxiously. 
“The reason Hyunjin and I have stayed out of the way isn’t because of what happened.  Well maybe, possibly for him but the bloodlust, it just feels almost out of my--” 
“Shit!” 
You wince, ripping back your hand from the edge of the box where you had just accidentally sliced the side of your palm with the box cutter.  The box cutter clatters to the ground as you grip your wrist, sucking in air through your teeth.  You’re pinned suddenly to the ground and look up to see Hyunjin’s eyes, an emblazoned amber, his sclera an ugly shade of blood red as he breathes heavily.   
There’s no time to embody enough strength to let out a terrifying scream, as Hyunjin's body is violently propelled across the room and Chan is kneeling beside you, breaking the skin on his wrist and lifting your head enough to feed you his blood.  You drink, chest still heaving with adrenaline as you observe Felix, holding Hyunjin up by his fingers tightly enclosed around his throat as the youngest brother thrashes against the wall.  The wound on the side of your palm closes itself up as you close your eyes from the sights of it all and continue drinking. 
Jisung’s hand lay against Hyunjin’s forehead like a priest performing an exorcism.  With nothing but pure, ancient magick, Jisung sends a voltage-like stream of energy through Hyunjin that immobilizes and renders him unconscious; and afterwards, he crumples to the ground, powerless.  Felix flits away in the blink of an eye, Hyunjin over his shoulder.   
As Chan is overseeing everything and allowing you to heal, he suddenly feels a sharp stab from your mouth. 
“Hey, hold on a sec...” He coaxes you from the blood spilling from his wrist, and he looks closer at your teeth, covered in blood and saliva, as you breathe heavily from the consumption of power. The tips of your canines were thinner, with a sharper tip.  You had felt overwhelmingly in need of his blood for a while now, and you didn’t know what cravings you were dealing with until you had tasted it like this once more.  You were dizzy with how good it felt. It soothed a need inside of you. 
“Your teeth, little witch--” Chan says in disbelief and concern as he glances over to Jisung, still unconscious on the floor.  In a split-second decision, Chan crawls quickly over to Jisung, placing his head into his lap and re-opening his wrist wound to feed Jisung and hopefully bring him back.  You’re busy licking the blood from off your lips and fingers as you quietly watch them.  You feel feral, but not in a good way.  You feel impulsive, and your emotions are now rising to an uncomfortable place. 
Jisung stirs awake groggily, coughing and spitting the excess blood on the floor as he pushes himself up to sit and look around, regaining his breath once more. 
“Shit how long was I out for?” he asks Chan as he’s helped back up to his feet. 
“A minute, maybe two at most.” 
“What the hell was that?  That wasn’t normal bloodlust, veins were popping out of his skull, he was being consumed by something else entirely.” 
It's just like Jisung getting back to normal immediately after falling unconscious. 
“It could be because of the baby, or how long he’s been in purgatory Jisung, I don’t know.” Chan drops his hands to his side in confused exasperation as he kneels next to you, helping you to your feet.  Your carnal desires had weakened just a bit now that the aftershocks were settling in. You feel the fuzziness in your brain returning to clarity once more.   
Felix is coming back down the stairs, and the four of you gather in the living room.  He wipes blood from his fingers with his handkerchief as if it were a kitchen condiment. 
“Little Witch, I need you to be honest with me, yeah?” Felix asks, looking directly into your eyes.  “Have you experienced anything strange, or off since you’ve been back? Any foreboding feeling, visions, nightmares, hallucinations, cravings?” 
You instinctively want to start out by lying, but with Felix’s ability to sense the shifts in your circulatory system; and Chan’s capability to literally smell your fear, you answer honestly. 
“I’ve been having trouble controlling my powers and experiencing intense mood swings,” you admit, wringing your hands nervously. “I keep dreaming about being held hostage and hearing voices, last night they said ‘Power’. And to top it off, I’ve been having these cravings, like...I need to consume something that I know I shouldn’t.” 
Chan doesn’t add that he witnessed fang like projections from your canines earlier. He decides to leave the others in the dark about it. You’re grateful, unaware of what it could mean for you.
Felix and the others exchange a look of concern, knowing the implications of what you just revealed. They were all well-aware of the dangers that came with pregnancy for a witch, especially when the witch in question was carrying a child of an unknown species. 
“We need to keep a close eye on you, Little Witch,” Chan says firmly, his arm coming behind your waist from the side to pull you in. “We need to make sure that you and the baby are safe.” 
“I don’t feel safe in an unprotected house, no matter what Minho told us.” Jisung says as he walks around the perimeter of the living room, observing the cracks in the walls, little scratches here and there. 
Minho... 
That was the first time you’ve ever heard that name before. 
“He’s all the way in Russia, I don’t even know why you involved him in our mess.” Felix retorts. He’s now extremely cautious about what family friends they decide to include so closely into their lives. Anyone who joined them were at risk of death in any number of gruesome ways with the danger they attracted. 
“You know the Lee family has safeguard housing up and down the East Coast, who else could deliver us enchanted real estate in a week’s time? Besides,”  
Chan looks around, “Now nobody in America knows where we live.” 
----- 
The night before the Full Moon, the night of the Waxing Gibbous moon, progresses, and Jisung is busy using as much of his power reserve as possible to help with protection incantations and conjure to at the very least, make you all undetectable for a solid 3 weeks. With some rest, he could add catch-em's throughout the woods, to signal if anyone was encroaching upon them, and trap them until someone could investigate. 
Three weeks would allow the brothers the time to procure a witch of substantial power to drain for the purposes of Felix and Hyunjin helping Jisung to finish the task. You didn’t allow yourself to use unnecessary magick until you could figure out what was going on with your body.  
The energy of tomorrow’s Full Moon hangs heavily in the air, which was causing your powers to become increasingly volatile. 
It turns out that you weren’t the only one becoming volatile. 
The next night, you experienced not one nightmare. 
Nothing. 
In fact, you sleep quite well, the best you have had in ages. The large, four post bed in the room you and Chan chose is old, with its elaborate gold metal headframe but didn’t have a foul smell and had been covered with plastic. When you further examined the 6, close to 7-bedroom house, you discovered some rooms were furnished, and others left bare. 
The loud bangs and clattering were what startled you awoke, followed by muffled voices yelling argumentatively. This house isn't as modernized as the former. The thick, heavy curtains that blocked out sunlight did the same for the moon and stars, unless you physically drew them back. The old place had fancy electronic drapes that rose and fell at the precise moment of sunrise and sunset.  
You reach out and turn the bedside lamp on, rubbing your eyes as you stumble over to the curtains and draw them. The moon hangs high in the sky, big and full. You ran to the top of the stairs, clenching your robe closed, as you had little time to get yourself together. 
Underneath the central chandelier in the foyer was the large wolf with fur blacker than souls that stir in the dead of night. Scraps of fabric were strewn on the floor, along with quite a fair amount of blood spattered along the walls and carpet. The wolf crouches down, readying for a predatory launch. 
“Chan!” You shriek impulsively, covering your mouth when his yellow eyes snap at you, standing atop the staircase. He growls, a snarl from deep inside of his chest, and then he blows air from his nose, almost like a sneeze, backing up two paces with a whine before he’s off, out the broken front door at a speed far faster than an average wolf could manage, and into the night. 
You run down the stairs and out onto the porch, but to no avail, he’s already out of your sight. The sounds of coughing and boards falling and creaking are what alert you to Hyunjin as he climbs out of the hole in the front porch, shaking the crumbled dirt and dust from his crimson locks and brushing his plum-colored button up, tucked into his black slacks.  
“Well, that was a very rude way to say ‘no’.” he tilts his head to the right ever so slightly, and you wince from the crack that results from the realignment of his spine. “I guess I forgot how strong he was.” he murmurs to himself as he adjusts the cuffs of his sleeve around his wrist.  
“Hyunjin, what the fuck happened to you last night? You nearly killed me, and the baby!” Your anger explodes in that moment, but didn’t you have every reason to? If bringing Hyunjin back means you were in more danger than before then maybe you were the only one capable of doing something about it... 
You stop in your tracks from approaching him and physically shake your head to get rid of those awful thoughts. 
You didn’t mean that. 
Why did that even come up intrusively into your mind? 
“You’re feeling it too, aren’t you, pretty witch?” Hyunjin hasn’t flinched from his spot, simply placing his hand into his pocket. He looks amused. “I’ve never seen you so fired up like this before. I kind of like it on you--” 
You take in your breath and hold it to stop yourself from saying something impulsive. 
“Hyunjin, think about what Chan can do to you, and magnify it by 300, I will wear your fucking insides as mardi gras beads if you don’t tell me what the fuck is going on—right—now.” 
“You don’t have to sweet talk me that like to get information out of me, besides, I don’t know what the fuck is going on, alright? Christophe seemed to have transformed against his will and now he’s God knows where in this area none of us know anything about.” Hyunjin says crossly with his unique sarcasm.  
“And I didn’t attack you on purpose, alright?” his demeanor shifts as he glances away, and you sense a little...worry? Sadness?  
“I keep having these fucking...flashbacks of being sealed away. Those first few hundred years...I fought every, single moment I breathed. I – I bled out so many times, and would black out, only to come back impossibly weaker—forced to fight again, and again--” 
“Hyunjin, I--”  
You wordlessly bring him into a hug and his body stiffens at first, he doesn’t reciprocate. 
“Pretty witch I can’t--” 
His hands come up to embrace you in return. 
“Pretty w-witch--” 
His hands are quivering on your back, and you feel wetness seeping into your shoulder that makes you pull back and see the saliva dripping down his jaw, his fangs full and bright, needle sharp, just like Felix’s as he fixes his stare blankly ahead at nothing, his body beginning to slowly rock. He looks like he’s fighting a possession. 
“Run.” 
You take off down the porch stairs and into the woods.  
You glance back as you run, the robe catching on the tree and ripping from your body. You manage not to stumble, but as you’re not paying attention, the remains of a hollow dead tree strike a gash in your shin that makes you cry out, hunched over, trying to keep some distance between you and whatever these wild creatures that you knew as close friends, family even, had become. This wasn’t them. You had to be hallucinating. You were in some nightmare.  You stand to your feet again and come face to face with Felix’s hungry eyes. 
“Are we playing a game, little witch?” he asks in a lively manner, with a disarming show of his teeth in an innocent grin. 
“I win.”  
Felix’s lips close, then turning into a smile that reaches his eyes, before he grips you up, his lips pressing against your neck, your pulse racing as you squirm against him, trying to manifest your strengths, your capabilities, your power. 
“You smell like pure moonlight.” He says after taking a big whiff of your skin before you feel needlepoint fangs puncture your artery while you feel an icy heat emerge from your fingertips and onto his thigh that you were gripping behind your body. Felix yelps in pain, mutters mumbled profanity, and you hear the breeze through the branches as he disappears into the night. 
You’re gripping your neck as its spurting blood all over the ground beneath you and you fall to your knees. You want to be strong; you want to cry out for help, but you blackout from the blood loss and pain from the venom, your body hitting the forest floor. 
------- 
“--manifesting differently in all of us--” 
“-- dead!” 
“--sealed her soul, you didn’t--” 
You groan as you groggily open your eyes to see yourself back in the four-post bed of your room. 
“She’s awake.” Chan exclaims at your bedside. You tilt your head to look at him and then sit up a little more.  
He’s all human. All there. He’s cleaned up and well-dressed, which was a stark contrast to the beast you laid eyes on before you passed out. 
You passed out. 
You touch the side of your neck, but feel the skin totally healed. You move your head back and forth and feel no pain before you spot Felix sitting at the foot of your bed. Jisung is seated at an old desk to the right. Hyunjin is leaning against the window, staring up at the moon that continued its cycle regardless of what happened down here. It's a waning gibbous; at least the energy of the full moon had passed. You feel calmer, and the energy between the boys is subdued. 
“Good, you’re awake.” Felix says as he lifts his head to look at you. 
“First of all, about last night—I lost control of myself in ways I haven’t felt in hundreds of years. I can only remember what even happened through Jisung bringing my memories back. The last thing I remembered was Jisung and I in the woods, figuring out the lay of the land, and then, I smelled blood...I didn’t just, smell blood, I heard voices in my head. Collective voices like a swarm of bees, all telling me to follow it. The entire time I was fighting impulse and I couldn’t stop myself. I remember feeling a stabbing pain in my leg, and I tasted your blood on my lips and ran as far as I could with what little control I had.” 
You listen to him, remembering what you could of the chilling events that occurred last night. The way he smiled at you, so friendly, so unassumingly, he could’ve taken candy from a baby with no consequence. This was only moments before he ripped a hole in your carotid artery. 
“I’m sorry.” He murmurs. 
“At least I gave her a warning.” Hyunjin shrugs as he continues to watch the trees blow in the wind. 
“You call telling her to run headfirst into her death a warning?!” Chan snaps as he stands up, the chair he’s in scraping back against the floor with the haste of his aggressive movement. 
You remember the conversation you had with Hyunjin last night before he told you to run, and you tug at Chan’s hand, shaking your head, signaling for him to stand down. He sighs as he reaches between his legs to pull the chair back and sits back down. 
“How are you feeling? Is anything different?” Chan asks. 
He wants to know about the baby. 
“I’ve never been pregnant before but, I feel okay—a little tired but, nothing too crazy.” You grunt as you push yourself all the way up. “I guess this is what you meant by us never being safe, huh?” 
Chan exchanges a glance with Felix, who stands to his feet. 
“I don’t think there was a way to prevent this from happening, I don’t even know how it all works yet....” 
You cling to each word as Felix speaks. 
“I have a theory that Edith had a counterspell on her earthly remains. If they were ever to be destroyed, a curse is set loose to reign hellfire on those responsible, bringing out the worst in all of us. I don’t feel it at all today, neither do any of the rest of us. It must somehow work with the Full Moon.” 
“Meaning its wolf-based?” 
“There are other important things that happen during the Full Moon that don’t involve us.”  
“I knew it! I knew she wasn’t gone!” You shove the blankets off of you as you stand up in anger, interrupting their discussion.  You look at Chan. “You told me she was gone, you told me there was no way she could come back--” 
“She is gone, and she won’t come back.” Hyunjin’s voice cuts between the room’s tension. 
“If we can break the curse.” 
End. 
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