#( elliott 001. )

[ianmonts]

where: elliott's place who: @elliottortegax & ian malik

“You ever have those moments where you wanna just say ‘fuck it’, quit your job, leave it all behind and move to a log cabin somewhere out in the boonies?” Ian mused aloud as he settled back into the deck chair, taking a lengthy sip of whiskey as his gaze loomed over the horizon. “One with electricity and running water, though – I’m not an animal.” He joked, though as a child there’d been countless times when he’d had to go without either for days at a time. Really, that only exacerbated his point. “But ultimately I think I’d miss my job, y’know? And it’s harder to find a date in the middle of nowhere I’d assume – not that you’d have that issue, you’re pretty much set at this point. Maybe you could get the log cabin in the middle of nowhere, and I can come visit. It's the only way to guarantee your ass won't get too lonely. Lydia and I can even switch off on weekends, it'll be great.”

[lydsdonovan]

where: elliott's place

who: @elliottortegax & lydia donovan

Two years had passed since Lydia had broken things off with Elliott, but she couldn't help but still feel a subtle stirring in the pit of her stomach as she walked up his driveway. Considering the breakup was amicable, the baker was hesitant to fully break things off for her son's sake, worried that at such a young age the sudden change in routine, in relationships, might prove jarring for him. Not to mention Landon had formed an incredibly strong bond with the older male over the years they were together — she knew Elliott had loved the little boy like his own, had even spoken the words, too. The friendship the two exes had maintained was a testament to their maturity, to the love and care that they'd expressed over the years.

And still, thank sinking feeling had never quite gone away.

A bright smile spread on her face when Elliott finally opened the door, with Landon barreling through the entryway to give her a hug. "Hey, bud. Did you catch any fish?" Pressing a kiss to the top of his head, she couldn't help the way her nose scrunched slightly. "Well, you sure smell like you did." Lydia chuckled, meeting the older man's gaze. "Thanks for taking him — he couldn't stop talking about how excited he was all week." As he always did when they had something planned.

"I really do appreciate it, Elliott," she said, allowing Landon to peel away and run back into the house to grab his stuff. "There's...a lot going on right now with the bakery, so my head's been kind of a mess."

[renatacortes]

where: end of the trail festival

who: @elliottjxo​

There were rumors that the big name record label owner was back in Los Angeles but rumors were rumors and she had yet to see the industry giant with her own two eyes. While Ren loved to pass along a good rumor, she was not one to fall for them unless it was confirmed in some way. Tabloids were shitty resources at best and the game of telephone among the L.A. elite was even worse. She stopped by the V.I.P. tent for some water or sanitizing wipes to finish cleaning off the mess on her legs from the rude attendee who nearly destroyed her one of a kind designer boots. That attendee being Brie Barlow and another reminder of the ire that woman caused her. It was there she spotted Elliott and confirmed for herself, that he was in fact, back in town. Wheels turning in her head already, she started to wonder what his take on everything going on with his estranged wife was. Or were they divorced now? She couldn’t remember the latest scoop, but they were rocky and that was all she needed for ammunition to potentially stir the pot. Possibly even get him to fire her loser of an ex-boyfriend who started all her problems to begin with.

“Elliott, darling, I thought that was you,” she greeted as she schmoozed on over to him. First things first, she had to take in what he was wearing. It was always the best ice breaker. “I love that top on you, subtle and chic just like you Mr. Mysterious.” Ren scrunched her nose and gave him a little smile. She wasn’t going to go overboard, she knew people on their level could smell a fake from a mile away and this friendly chat had an underlying purpose. “Anyways, how have you been? I was really sad to hear about you and Brie, by the way. It must be hard to see her out with someone new, like I know you two were on a break or whatever it was, but I mean that’s understandable with how much of a handful she can be.” Renata put her hand to her chest and jutted her lip out in a small pout. “It’s always a sad, sad day when true love dies.” 

[ephemeere]

𝒂 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒐𝒓 @thenxghtwemxt ( elliott bonaparte )

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･    fatigue  had  carved  her  face  hollow,  features  heavy  and  shadowed,  twitching  with  the  beat  of  a  heart  whenever  someone  would  pass  her  by.   the  past  events  had  rendered  her  paranoid,  the  threat  of  her  secret  being  exposed  forcing  her  to  succumb  to  utter  helplessness  .   even  now,  she  felt  as  if  she  was  being  watched,  her  hand  clenching  and  unclenching  as  if  she  was  searching  for  something  to  hold  on.  perhaps,  she  should’ve  gotten  herself  a  small  knife  or  dagger  she  could  protect  herself  with,   but  it  was  her  stubbornness,  laced  with  foolish  hope  that  wanted  to  make  her  believe  that  everything  would  turn  out  fine.  yet,  it  seemed  like  the  past  was  never  far  behind,  and  it  would  never  be,  always  keeping  her  under  its  watchful  eyes,  reminding  her  of  her  betrayal  when  she  spotted  a  familiar  face.   instinctively,  she  turned  around,  shallow  gasps  and  tired  limbs  fighting  for  survival  when  she  cowered  behind  a  tree,  hoping  that  he  hadn’t  seen  her. 

[wmu-cedes]

52. Do you believe everything happens for a reason?

Within reason, I think that we control a lot of where we go in life, but I do think there's a guiding hand out there to steer us in the right direction. What about you babe?

[onebigerror]

@araneorum / plotted starter

“i flew across a bloody pond for this?” channing puffed on one of the precious few cigarettes they had left in a quickly dwindling pack. “fucking twats.” they muttered to liv who sat next to them on the steps of the cabin they now called home. the british teen was having a moment where they were feeling a little sorry for themselves but at least they’d earned it. they’d been out there splitting firewood all afternoon alongside some of the others. “meandering cunts.” jackie and ellie wondered around bitching about something. but what else was new. the one legged coach served more purpose then both of them put together. both girls slept until well past noon every day and stayed up all night complaining and feeling sorry for themselves. 

this is what they kept their grades up for? getting picked to be a foreign exchange student had been such an honor. playing soccer and winning nationals had kicked ass too. now none of that mattered because they were all going to perish in the damed woods in the middle of nowhere at some point in the very near future. it had been almost a week and there wasn’t a single sign of rescue in sight. they pulled their green striped jacket over their head and zipped it up to keep warm. it got cold as hell at night and they hadn’t even hit winter yet. a heavily tattooed hand held out the half smoked cigarette in offering to liv. “you know…we could just watch the blithering fools and make up what we think they are saying just for the fun of it.” there wasn’t much in way of entertainment so why not make their own? "you ever play that game? you know where you turn down the telly and make your own commentary."

[lincoln-riley]

WHERE: Two Kings Casino WITH: @elliottortegax

Running his fingers along the yellow caution tape that still stuck out like a sore thumb throughout Two Kings Casino, Lincoln stepped behind the bar, helping himself to a glass of top-shelf bourbon. He didn’t see the point in refraining– it wasn’t like the casino doors would be opened up to its usual patrons any time soon, not as long as there was an active investigation taking place within the very bowels of the place. Really, Lincoln wasn’t sure why law enforcement was even bothering– he felt quite sure he knew who was behind the Halloween debacle, or at least, he’d let his own bitterness assign blame without a second thought. This…this was exactly what he’d always wanted to avoid after aligning himself with The Enterprise. He just cared about the work, about the casinos. And now? Everything around him seemed to suggest that the organization he’d pledged himself to cared about everything but the work– assuming his hunch was correct. Spotting Elliot making his way past the stationed cops and caution tape, he gave a small wave, though the warmth of his smile didn’t quite reach his eyes. He was too annoyed– too pissed off– to even pretend to be anything otherwise. “Elliott,” he greeted, raising his glass to his lips, “Care to join me?” Link asked, simultaneously reaching for a clean glass. “You know what? Thinking about keeping the caution tape, if these pricks ever give me the greenlight to open up the doors again. Kinda clashes with the decor, but then again, so does a fucking raid and tear gas,” he muttered, not even bothering to disguise how frustrated he still was.

[ashairis]

closed starter for @elliottjxo where: end of the trail music festival

Asha spotted the tall dark-haired asshole the moment he entered the jumping crowd of people, standing a foot taller than a majority of the festival goers. He stood out like a sore thumb, which was perfect for her because she was making a beeline towards him. She had a few words to share with the bastard that left her best friend without warning. Who did he think he was? Brie was an amazing woman and he had completely fucked her over. Before she knew it, she was standing toe to toe with the giant, gazing up at him with fire in her eyes. "You fucking asshole!" she growled at him, shoving her hands into his chest hard as she could. Would he budge, likely not, but she did it anyway. She was Brie's fire-breathing dragon and right now, she was steaming. "You've got some damn nerve showing your face around these parts after what you did!"

"Was it a bitch? Did you run off with a little hoe to trollop with for a year? Or did you disappear trying to advance your career, traveling over seas with a variety of talents? Let me tell you, it doesn't matter. What matters is you left without a word. Couldn't even be bothered to leave a note, huh? Fucking fantastic. Guess who had to pick up the pieces of ya' girl. Me! I had to put Brie's heart back together with tinsel and glue and make it look all shiny and new again. And I'll be dammed if I let you weasel your slimy ass back into her heart just to break it again. So you need to turn your ass right back around and get the fuck on out of here before she sees you, and then I really have to put my foot up your ass."

Shaking her head, she shoved him again. "She doesn't need your presence anymore or your sorry ass apologies that I know are coming so, go now. Run along."

[scatcrccio]

@feiry (elliott) liked for a thing.

DISCRETION WAS KEY WHEN HANDLING these types of situations and so, she was careful in using the burner phone that she had when texting him. They had a code word for such things, and she used it now without explanation. He would know what it meant and she was certain he wouldn't argue the request. Pizza rolls and a slim jim, was the sent text. Aka: the good stuff, asap. She had the money; he'd know she was good for it either way. A bottle of whiskey was available on her end for them both as well, hence code word: slim jim. Even though she had already been dipping into it, glass in hand as she set the phone down on top of the bullshit counter of the motel room's so-called kitchen. Swig taken followed by a heavy groan before she found herself plopped upon the bed with feet dangling.

[minesofmuses]

Mirage tags!

[eight-cats-in-a-box]

I have accidentally made So Many transformers characters canon in 043's IEYTD

These include (currently)

Ratchet as Doctor Robert Greaves

Drift as Field Medic Support Agent Drift Greaves

Knockout as Agent Knockout A.K.A Damien Elliott Woodworth

Breakdown as Agent Breakdown A.K.A Jack Davis Woodworth

[They are collectively known as EOD Team 001 or Agent Duo Knockdown.]

Perceptor as R&D Lead Scientist Percy James Janssen

Brainstorm as R&D's resident Very Friendly Issue™ Brian "Storm" Gunnings

More are probably going to be added

[joequinns]

ten characters ~ ten tags tagged by my loves @neilgansey and @ronandreams ♡

eddie munson (no surprises here)

billy hargrove (hes the love of my life fr fr)

rhaenyra targaryen (i'd d*e for her)

kit walker (he owns me)

rafe cameron (boyfriend reveal)

001 / vecna (i could fix him)

connell waldron (he could fix me)

killmonger (husband reveal)

elliott lefevre (when i fell in love w nick)

jax teller (my one and only)

tagging @spcncershasting @josephfakingquinn @tommishelby @elsamars @currahee @munsonswifee @carmybcrzatto @sunkillerdreamer @ncutii-gatwa @callumnova

[bookclub4m]

Episode 184 - Horror

This episode we’re discussing the fiction genre of Horror! We talk about fear, control, Goosebumps, bad dogs, horror-comedy, creepypasta, the apocalypse, lizard romance, and more! 

You can download the podcast directly, find it on Libsyn, or get it through Apple Podcasts, Google Podcasts, or your favourite podcast delivery system.

In this episode

Anna Ferri | Meghan Whyte | Matthew Murray | Jam Edwards

Things We Read (or tried to…)

Straight by Chuck Tingle

Mister Magic by Kiersten White, narrated by Rebecca Lowman

I Feed Her to the Beast and the Beast Is Me by Jamison Shea

The Wicked Unseen by Gigi Griffis

Mapping the Interior by Stephen Graham Jones

Leech by Hiron Ennes

The Best Horror of the Year, Volume Fourteen edited by Ellen Datlow

House of Hunger by Alexis Henderson

Five Nights at Freddy’s: Into the Pit: Fazbear Frights #1 by Scott Cawthon and Elley Cooper

Sadako at the End of the World by Koma Natsumi

The Kurosagi Corpse Delivery Service Omnibus, Book 3 by Eiji Otsuka and Yamazaki Housui

Things We Read (but didn’t talk about in this episode)

Be Very Afraid of Kanako Inuki! by Kanako Inuki

Résumé With Monsters by William Browning Spencer

Dead Silence by S.A. Barnes

Carmilla: The First Vampire by Amy Chu and Soo Lee

Hammers on Bone by Cassandra Khaw

A Song for the Quiet by Cassandra Khaw

The Helios Syndrome by Vivian Shaw

Helpmeet by Naben Ruthnum

Other Media (& Authors) We Mentioned

Captain Britain And MI13, Volume 3: Vampire State by Paul Cornell, Leonard Kirk, and Mike Collins

Stephen King

Misery

The Girl Who Loved Tom Gordon

Cujo

The Haunting of Hill House by Shirley Jackson

We Have Always Lived in the Castle by Shirley Jackson

Alien: Isolation (Wikipedia)

Dead Space (2008 video game) (Wikipedia)

R.L. Stine

Goosebumps

Fear Street

Junji Ito

The Enigma of Amigara Fault - “T-this is my hole! It was made for me!”

Junji Ito’s Cat Diary: Yon & Mu

Emily Carroll

Camp Damascus by Chuck Tingle

Smart Podcast Trashy Books: 579. Punk Rock Writing with Chuck Tingle

Candle Cove by Kris Straub

Candle Cove (Wikipedia)

SCP Foundation 

SCP-087

The SCP Foundation: Declassified (YouTube)

The Ring (2002 film) (Wikipedia)

We talked more about the novel The Ring in Episode 078 - Supernatural Thrillers

Crapshots Ep608 - The Old Ones (YouTube) 

Links, Articles, Etc.

Episode 176: Fantasy

Episode 123: Psychological Horror

Does the Dog Die?

Matthew’s spooky phone case is a variant of this one

Matthew did a “31 Spooky Manga” challenge a few years ago and read a different spooky manga every day in October.

The Midnight Library: Episode 001 - Halloween Poetry

Sound Effects

Big Thunder And Distant Thunder Rain Birds by morvei01

Dramatic Organ, A by InspectorJ

bats1 by sofie

Pigeons (St Stephens Green, Dublin) by iainmccurdy

31 Recent Horror Books by BIPOC Authors

Every month Book Club for Masochists: A Readers’ Advisory Podcasts chooses a genre at random and we read and discuss books from that genre. We also put together book lists for each episode/genre that feature works by BIPOC (Black, Indigenous, & People of Colour) authors. All of the lists can be found here.

This list features horror fiction by BIPOC authors published within the last 3 years.

Jackal by Erin E. Adams

Vampires of El Norte by Isabel Cañas

The Haunting of Alejandra by V. Castro

The Spite House by Johnny Compton

The Reformatory by Tananarive Due

And Then She Fell by Alicia Elliott

Our Share of Night by Mariana Enríquez, translated by Megan McDowell

Piñata by Leopoldo Gout

Never Whistle at Night: An Indigenous Dark Fiction Anthology edited by Shane Hawk and Theodore C. Van Alst Jr.

Natural Beauty by Ling Ling Huang

The Weight of Blood by Tiffany D. Jackson

Bad Cree by Jessica Johns

My Heart is a Chainsaw by Stephen Graham Jones

The Salt Grows Heavy by Cassandra Khaw

Woman, Eating by Claire Kohda

Lone Women by Victor LaValle

Sisters of the Lost Nation by Nick Medina

Silver Nitrate by Silvia Morena-Garcia 

This Thing Between Us by Gus Moreno

Green Fuse Burning by Tiffany Morris

Out There Screaming: An Anthology of New Black Horror edited by Jordan Peele

Flowers for the Sea by Zin E. Rocklyn

Manmade Monsters by Andrea L. Rogers

Monstrilio by Gerardo Sámano Córdova

I Feed Her to the Beast and the Beast Is Me by Jamison Shea

Chlorine by Jade Song

Midnight Storm Moonless Sky: Indigenous Horror Stories by Alex Soop

There's No Way I'd Die First by Lisa Springer

She Is a Haunting by Trang Thanh Tran

Tell Me Pleasant Things about Immortality: Stories by Lindsay Wong

White Horse by Erika T. Wurth 

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Join us again on Tuesday, November 7th when we’ll be discussing the non-fiction genre of Crafts and Crafting!

Then on Tuesday, December 5th we’ll be talking about the genre of Suspense Fiction!

[wmu-cedes]

“Everything is silver and glittering.”

Brown eyes looked up at the decor and then fell onto the person besided her spoke. "It looks like something from the met gala, it's insane." She mused, chuckling softly. "I dont even want to know how much this whole thing cost, not that I'm complaining."

[hellsarchived]

A  SELECTIVE  &  INDEPENDENT  horror  /  fantasy  centric  blog  casted  by  VALENTINE  (  she  /  her  )  primarily  dedicated  to  THE  TEXAS  CHAINSAW  MASSACRE & ELDEN RING.

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CHARACTER ROSTER:

ANA FLORES  ✧  texas chainsaw massacre — (heavily headcanon based)

JULIE CRAWFORD  ✧  texas chainsaw massacre — (heavily headcanon based)

ADELAIDE FORESTER  ✧  texas chainsaw massacre — (original character)

JILL VALENTINE  ✧  resident evil — (canon divergent / headcanon based)

EVELYN KRAVINSKI  ✧  outlast trials — (original character)

SAMYRIA EDELLON  ✧  elden ring — (original character)

CLEANROT KNIGHT FINLAY  ✧  elden ring — (heavily headcanon based)

NEVYRINE IIORA  ✧  elden ring — (original character)

ELLIOTT WITT ✧ apex legends — (canon divergent / headcanon based)

TIFFANY COX  ✧  friday the 13th — (repurposed muse for the texas chainsaw massacre / entirely headcanon based)

[phantomcobalt33]

>Signal Recieved.

>Incoming message from ORANGE OUTPOST B.

>Code 1493-13!

>I repeat, Code 1493-13!

>This is Eric of fourth rank from orange outpost B. Emergency escort needed! Multiple unidentified subjects broke through Barriers #001, #002, and #003 in sectors 14A, 15A, and 18A.

>Signal weak.

>reconnecting...

>Signal restored!

>Hello?

>Eric, are you there?

>This is Elliott of secondary rank from the Scarlet outpost A. We have received your transmission, but unfortunately, we must deny your sos.

>In turn, we implore you send more distress signals to local stations as we are as well in hopes that we all may survive The Fall.

>Signal weak.

>Reconnecting...

>Signal lost.

"Damn. Gaius, initiate shutdown, please."

>Shutdown procedures initiated, shall I send a final SOS beacon?

"That won't be necessary, Gaius. Thank you for your service."

A soft voice chimed in from the doorway, "We did what we could, Elli."

"I know, Lex," Elliott took a heavy sigh, watching the lights of each station in the horizon go dim, one by one, "I just wish we did more."

The crimson grass withered at the touch of the dark tendrils.