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evanpeterspeter · 4 months ago

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Misbehavior

An: this is a request from a lovely Anon!!! Hope you like it :3

Wc: 2.8k

Tw: Virgin y/n, P in V, dom, sub, slight abuse, super hot kit and so on

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You've become a Postulant at the, Briafcliff Manor insane asylum, and has been there for a good while. Just recently a gentleman named Kit Walker, arrived for allegedly murdering his wife. Once you laid eyes on him, you grew an obsession towards him. The way he would keep that scolding look across his face when your sisters or sister Jude would walk by. Just the way he looks at you when you walk by it just always made you flutter, as he would lick his lips and look at you up and down. If he only knew what was going through that dirty mind of yours. You were just so astonished by his strong built and his corny accent, it always made you aroused for him. Today was just like any day.. So what you thought.

"Y/n?" Sister Jude called. You turned around, facing her. "Oh yes, Sister Jude?" You said with your hands together and giving a slight bow of respect. "I have a very special job for you." She turned and put her hand on your shoulder, walking you to the main unit of the asylum. "Since one of the sisters are no longer with us.." she looked up to the ceiling with sad eyes and did the sign of the cross, then looked back at you. "You my dearest, will be in charge of watching one of her patients." She gave a cheeky smile and patted your shoulder, pointing at the dozed off man in the corner. "Kit Walker." Your heart sunk. "You'll be taking good care of him." As she was walking away, she stopped in her tracks. "Discipline him if need be... or I will.." she said not turning her head, then walked off.

You shyly walked over to the drugged man in the chair, still buzzing from his Electric Shock Therapy session. You gently placed your hand against his shoulder. He jolted and jumped back upon his chair causing it to scoot way back. You flinched at his response and reluctantly took your hand back. "M-Mr. Walker?.. are you okay?"

He looked up with red eyes, nose still runny and his body swaying. "Fuck you want?.." the dazed man muttered. You cleared your throat and stood up properly. "I'll be taking care of you.." he scoffed and rolled his eyes. "Let's see how long you last.." he muttered looking away. Your brows furrowed and tilted your head. "What is that supposed to mean?" You spoke with a stern tone. Kit stood up, trying to look tough but got hit with being dizzy and nauseated. The poor soul stood above you, giving a nasty expression. You couldn't help but feel your heart ache for him. You pressed your hand on his cheek, rubbing your thumb against his cheek bone. His expression turned from nasty to a soft pout. "Ladies and gentlemen, please make your way to your rooms." The nun projected. You step back, clasping your hands together against your chest, giving him one last look before parting ways and you turned leaving the main room.

The next morning came by rather quickly than usual. Heading to the main unit, you spot the brown eyed man playing cards with another patient. As instructed, you put on that god awful french song. Kit slammed the cards against the table and looked at you. "You really have to play this fucking song?!" You walked over to him and the other patient. "Excuse me?" You said in an assertive tone. Or at least you thought it was. He reached out grabbing you by the waist and pulling you to the upper of his lap. He dug his finger tips down to your hip bones, pressing his dick to your ass and he leaned over to your ear. "Whatcha tryna do to me doll?.. drive me insane?" He growled. You felt your core tingle and your breath hitch. As much as you felt so into him you knew you had a job to do. You definitely don't want to get in any trouble with Sister Jude. You leaped up from his lap and slapped his face. Slapping him in the face was definitely not ideal for you, but it felt needed. Kit held his hand to his rosey red cheek, absolutely stunned. "Do not touch me, Mr. Walker or else your delinquent behavior will be lead to a well deserved punishment." You said while straightening and smoothing out your habit. He smirked and looked you up and down. "Oh yeah? Okay lil lady." He turned back to the table and picked up his deck of cards. You huffed and walked back to the record player and turned it up louder, looking over your shoulder to see the stuck up man kiss his teeth, shaking his head at you.

The afternoon soon came around, you've tended to all your duties, including watching the troubled man. He'd been quite a ruckus all day, but didn't break any rules, though he's in the cusp of doing so. You went into the kitchen to clean up supper and gather the used utensils. All of a sudden you heard a crash and shouting. You dropped everything and ran to the source. There stood Kit with a kitchen knife on top of another patient, his arm holding up the knife while his knee was placed on the poor man's chest. "MR. WALKER!" You shouted. Another postulant ran and attended to the other man as you pull Kit off onto his feet, snatching the knife and throwing it behind you. "What, Doll? He tried taking my food away." The man peered up and shouted. "I just wanted a piece of your bread!" He said, struggling to catch a breath. You growled and grabbed Kit by the ear, dragging him to the electric shock treatment room. "Ow! Ow! Ow! Okay okay fine let me go!" He whined holding your hand that's tugging his ear. You let go, slamming the door shut and locked it. He winced cupping his hands over his ear "C'mon Doll face, I don't want to do this useless treatment." You shook your head and pushed him onto the examination table. "No, no please. I'm sorry. Please don't use it on me.." he started to become more anxious and is squirming around.

You straddled his chest, reaching for the cuffs and buckling them down. You hopped off and tied his ankles to the metal frame of the examination table. As you peeked your head up from tying his legs, he seemed to have 'pitched a tent'. Though he seemed slightly nervous, his little friend got excited. You raised a brow and he turns hot in the face. "I-I can't help it, especially when I have such an Angel face like you, securing me up.." you felt slightly flustered but you had this surge of dominance rush over you. You walked over to the side of the table facing him. Pulling out the drawer near by, some bandage tape. You tore off a long enough strip and placed it over his mouth. "No more talking." You took off your black gown, leaving you in just your thin lacy black underwear and veil, removing it revealing your long wavy hair. His eyes widened and you could tell he fell head over heels for you. You tugged his pants and underwear's off of him, causing his cock to spring free. Your face becomes flushed by the size of him. You bit you bottom lip and straddled his waist. Your cunt leaving your slick on his body made his cock twitch and a soft groan came out of him. You leaned forward and pinched his nipples roughly. "Shut up or else..". He raised a brow and smirked under the tape letting out another groan. You crawled forward, ripped the tape off his soft pink lips. "Ah fuck!" Shouted Kit. "You asked for it.." you crawled up to his head, your knees on the sides of his ears and you lowered your cunt to his lips. He instantly licked a strip up your cunt and started suckling on your clit. Leaving your honey suckle juices all over his lips and chin. You placed your gentle hands on his pecks, leaning your self onto your arms, arched back grinding your soft cunt against his lips and his nose rubbing your sweet bundle of nerves. You let out soft whimpers of lust just fill the small dainty room. You leaned forward and gripped his hair, looking lustfully into his eyes. His eyes focused on yours, he continued to eat you out and all your sweet nectar.

You tossed your head back, feeling how powerful his tongue and lips were. You felt yourself coming to a teetering rush of an orgasm. You quickly pulled off, not wanting to finish just yet and looked at the breathless man underneath you. "F-fuck.. you taste so good, Doll..." you leaned into a heated kiss, tasting your juices and his soft mint and cigarette breath. You pinched his nipple as he let out a gentle groan. Massaging his hardened nipple, he bucks his hips looking for some sort of friction. You giggled gently pulling away from his tender lips. "Are you needy now, Mr. Walker?" He took shallow breaths and nodded his head. "Call me kit, baby." You couldn't help but become flushed from that comment. You backed yourself down to his torso, and decided to tease him by rubbing your cunt on his red velvety tip. The friction against your clit made you so needy for him, but you knew that you had to stick with your plan. "G-god.. you're such a fucking tease." He bucked his hips in effort to get himself inside you, but you pulled up and wrapped your hand around his neck, choking him. "Nuh uh pretty boy.. I'm not the one who misbehaved am I?" You smirked as you went back down, rubbing your cunt against his cock. "Come on suga, can't I get a taste?" "Oh but you all ready had.." you brought your hand up to the underside of his jaw, prying his head up. You leaned down and started sucking on his neck, leaving beautiful pink and purple spots and love bites on his neck. You decided enough was enough and lowered yourself onto his shaft. You knew you've always been kinky but you were still a virgin. You placed your hands on his chest and guided yourself onto him. You felt your walls stretching and it burnt. You gasped and tightened very tight, clawing his poor chest. He hissed and bit his lip. "Baby, have you done this before?" Your eyes watered as you try lowering yourself on him, wincing in pain. Kit looked at you with a worried expression and shook his head. "Baby, hey.. let me help you okay? Just unlatch me, Doll.. I promise I ain't goin no where... I wanna make this right for you.." you bit your lip, thinking of the pros and cons. "Y-you promise?" He gave you a gentle smile and nodded. "Of course, Doll." You chewed the inside of you cheek debating if he was being honest or not and then decided you'd let him. You winced as you pulled off of him, leaning over his torso, unclasping the cuffs that withheld his wrists, then with hesitation his ankles. You looked at him with pleading eyes as he stood up. He laid you down onto the cold metal table and put his knee upon the frame. "Trust me, okay, Doll?" He spoke comfortingly. You bit your bottom lip and nodded.

He placed his pointer finger and his middle finger together and began to rub your sensitive bundle. You propped yourself up with your elbows and forearms, tossing your head back. You let out some soft enchanting moans, the pretty boy gave a crooked smile. "You're beautiful.. I hope you know that.." you felt your heart pounding with his comment. You started to grind your hips against his fingers. "Easy there tiga', so needy are we.." he stuck his fingers in his mouth to lube it up and slid only the pads of them, then slowly slid the rest in, curling them upwards. You gasped, gripping onto the edge of the cold metal table. He continued to finger fuck you with his thick, strong fingers, using his other hand to rub your clit. You felt all of his wonders against you and it felt whimsical. You leaned back and started to play with your perky nipples. "Mmm" you hummed.

"Do you feel ready enough, my angel?" With your mouth agape and nodded. He pulled his now coated fingers and tasted them. He let out a hum and smiled. "So good.." Kit pulled you to the end of the table, pumped himself a couple of times and then lined up with your entrance. "Hold on to me if it hurts, okay?" You looked up at him sheepishly and gripped onto his biceps. "I have you, don't worry. I'll be gentle, I promise." He leaned down to peck your lips, then slowly entered himself into you. You squealed and clawed his strong, toned arms. He hissed sharply but barely noticed because of how tight you were. "God, Angel.. you are so tight.." he said in such a masculine manner. "Let loose.. stop tensing up, that'll only hurt more..take a deep breath with me, okay?" He took a deep breath, and so did you, in through the nose and out with the mouth. He finally slid in all the way. "There you go.. I'm in all the way.." he smirked, giving you an alluring smile. He began to slowly move in and out, giving a gentle rhythm. Your eyes started to flutter as you felt that burning stretch slowly fade into sweet lust. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you gripped him tightly, burring your head into the crook of his neck, smelling a faded sent of supplied spring fresh soap, slight hint of sweat and whatever was left of a smoked cigarette. He moved his rhythm to a faster pace and it became a bit more unorganized timing. He reached his lower hand and started rubbing your sweet bump of lust, fast but steadily. You felt your cute small cunt becoming wounded up so tight it could almost snap. You let out some mewls of ardor and let out a loud gasp as you feel a sudden wave coming your way. "K-kit.. I think-" he slammed his plump, luscious lips into yours as that tsunami of sexual longing came to its highest peak. You let out a loud kind of moan that probably anyone in the unit could potentially hear. Kit gripped onto you, pulling you into a tight embrace and he lets his thick white ropes fill your insides. He let out a girthy moan into your ear, as he rides out his high, making all of his muscles tense up and his cum seeping out your cunt.

As he caught his breath he pulls out his now softening cock, letting the rest of his mess ooze out and spill and pool onto the table. He kissed your ear and pulled away, fixing your beautiful long hair and pinching your nose. "Cute as a button.." The first thing he did was to tend to you. He found some white cloths folded neatly and stacked under the cabinet. He dampened it with a slight bit of water, then came to your aid, wiping your sore and swollen cunt gently. Even though you and him were at an asylum, he still found a way to provide after care. After cleaning you up, he wiped off the table, tossed the towel on a rolling tray and grabbed you bridal style to place you down gently onto the faded tiled floor. "Let's dress you back up.." he flashed a smile. You no longer felt the need to be dominant nor aggressive, you felt pampered, like a princess. No man, especially here, made you feel so respected, loved and cared for. As he helped you dress and put your gown back on. You grabbed him by the cheeks and planted a very sensual kiss. He was slightly in a shock but then grabbed you by the waist, deepening the kiss.

You pulled away looking him up and down, and gave an alluring grin that was so contagious, kit smiled widely. "I love that smile, Doll.." he planted a final kiss on your forehead and then finished dressing his lower half. He walked over to the door, bringing his arms to showcase the exit, in an invitation to unlock it. "I guess I got some cleanin to do, huh?" You giggled and unlocked the door letting him out to clean his mess he made.

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doll3tt33 · 1 year ago

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╰➜ ⊹ ࣪ ˖┆soon to be inactive┆⊹ ࣪ ˖

she/her 𝜗𝜚 libra ☉ libra ☾ sag ↑ 𝜗𝜚 will come back to occasionally post and drop off a bot of the evans if I make any 𝜗𝜚 still a colin girlie

my most recent fic/hc! - my haunted lungs, ghost in the sheets ❥ colin zabel

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check your window, he’s at your window ❥ tate langdon

Goodbye for now! ♡

Requests are closed cuz I’m moving on with other interests, so this account wont be as active anymore. might come back one day.

a lil’ info:

• If you’re under 18, then it means this place isn’t for you and YA BETTER GET OFF MA PROPERTY!! On a fr note, please do not interact if you’re a minor.

• characters I’m sorta confident I won’t mess up with (aka characters you can request for): Kai Anderson, Tate Langdon, Austin Sommers, Kyle Spencer, Kit Walker, Colin Zabel, Peter Maximoff, Stan Bowes, Luke Cooper, Charles Decker, + characters from The Boys

• characters I’m not so confident with right now: James Patrick March, Jimmy Darling, Warren Lipka, Mr. Gallant.

I’ll need a rewatch to get a better grasp of their character so they won’t be ooc, but I’ll make them available to request in the future!

• general requests are cool! but I really appreciate requests with a specific scenario/AU. This is a kink-friendly blog, so feel free to go wild!

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My haunted lungs, ghost in the sheets ✧

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Peter Maximoff:

Peter challenging you to Pac-Man at the arcade ❀

Chilling with Peter in his room ❀

You’re both lonely on prom night so Peter invites you to join him ❀

Stan Bowes:

You’re the daughter of Stan’s boss and he has to pick you up from a party ❀

Having your first ever dinner with sugardaddy!Stan ❀

Interrupting Stan in the middle of work ❀

Austin Sommers:

paparazzi!Austin who won’t stop pestering you ❀

Kyle Spencer:

Frankenkyle showing up at your doorstep in the middle of the night ❀

You’re a new witch at the academy and you’re responsible for Frankenkyle ❀

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frat!Kyle comes up to you at a college party on New Year’s Eve ❀

Tate Langdon:

perv!Tate snapping photos of you in the school’s bathroom ✧

Helping Tate after he gets bullied at school ❀

Tate walking in on you playing a ritual game ❀

Dealing with an emotionally unstable Tate after your break up (based off the song ‘Meant to Be Yours’ from Heathers: The Musical) ✮

Kit Walker:

singledad!Kit hiring you as a babysitter ❀

Kit taking all the blame for you at the asylum ✮

bartender!Kit serving you a free drink ❀

Getting steamy with husband!Kit in the kitchen ✧

Luke Cooper:

Luke getting everyone’s coffee orders wrong but yours ❀

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mr2swap · 1 year ago

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The incident: This man is my son

- Nate What the hell are you doing? -From falling my Briefcase to the ground while The funny creature that was in my new armchair began to bark without moving from its comfortable place in the muscular arms of my little son Nate, the long and smelly feet of my son stank the entire room with the musky odor of the sweat from his feet.

- Isn't it great dad? her name is Zoey, Mom and I rescued her on the way home, and don't worry about taking her for a walk I'm going to start jogging in the mornings before I go to school, and I'll pick up everything I do in the garden and I'm going to…- I made a hand gesture for her to stop and immediately there was silence, with the same hand I rubbed my hundred to try to alleviate the migraine that was beginning to attack me -Just... it's fine just don't put her on the sofa and clean what she does- I continued on my way towards the kitchen while Nate smiled at me with those lips hidden in a beard recently shaved by my wife Naina, in a second Nate wrapped his long arms around the dog and lowered her to the ground.

-And don't put your feet up on the table! - I yelled before entering the kitchen, once again Zoey the new member of the family barked at me and stayed while she and my huge and noisy son stayed in the living room, as soon as I entered the kitchen I almost tripped over one of my son's toys, put away the little red tricycle with a soft kick that my son usually plays with after coming home from the gym, maybe I should buy him a bike before he breaks it with his new weight of 265 pounds and his height of 6.5 feet tall but I should teach him how to drive it first just like I taught him how to shave.

The government psychologist assured me that it was only a matter of time before me to get used to my new son and his new body, but for me, it is still embarrassing to have to explain to the neighbors that the manly, muscular, shirtless white man who is playing basketball in our front yard is actually my little son Nate.

I couldn't do anything but get used to having another "man" at home, the government is trying to reverse the random exchanges but the terrorists altered the gas so that the effects would be indefinite, maybe forever, I went to the stove to prepare a chamomile tea, while I waited for the sound of the kettle to alert me, I tried to remember my life before that stupid accident in the subway.

Before Nate was the huge 6.5 feet tall hairy gorilla sitting in my living room he was an ordinary kid coming home to his grandfather from elementary school, the same way thousands of people inhaled the gas that a group of terrorists had stolen from a Swap Corp truck and when they woke up they found themselves trapped in the body of some stranger next to them!

The incident destroyed many lives and separated many families But Nate doesn't seem upset with his new body I don't think I've ever seen him smile so much now that he's a 33-year-old man, He doesn't have to go to school so while I and his mom are working he spends his mornings at the gym or playing video games but he still visits his old friends from elementary school to beat them at basketball and tell them all about his new life as a white man.

Of course, my father was also affected by the body-swapping gas, and right now he is spending his retirement money on his vacation in South Korea Before he left he said something about connecting with his new culture and his new age.

He was really lucky to end up in the body of “Yoon” a 25-year-old Korean man who was just at the station to take a couple of photos for his Instagram, at first Grandpa was puzzled by his adorable face and body. of a Greek god but now from all the pictures on the beach and in clubs on the other side of the world, it seems that he is having fun with his second chance. I can't say the same for the real Yoon, The term in my father's fat and old African-American body, and is living in a government asylum for people affected by the incident that's another story...

Hey folks! if you like bodyswap stories take a look at my patreon, I have a lot of more stories, and you can help me keep creating more stories!

#body swap #male body swap #bodyswap #body switch #male transformation

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theflikchic · 4 months ago

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Hey, is your mind boggled by Trump's constant yapping about Hannibal Lecter? Never seen Silence of the Lambs and are invested in the trainwreck of American politics? Well have no fear. In their most political post yet, a Canadian whose special interest is The Silence of the Lambs (aka me) breaks down Trump's misunderstanding and obsession with Hannibal Lecter.

Basically, we have three major points:

1) Hannibal is coming across the border because the border is weak. Hannibal is bad.

2) Hannibal is a great actor, now dead, he eats jerks, and one time, he said he liked Trump. Hannibal is good.

3) Hannibal is currently in America. Which is bad because every mentally ill person in America could be Hannibal. Hannibal is bad.

What Trump has not mentioned is the jerks Hannibal eats (this is important). Specifically, the version of Hannibal Trump is referring to is Anthony Hopkins' Hannibal in Silence of the Lambs. However, Trump has never said Hopkins' name, just the name of the movie movie. He knows it's a movie but somehow has not ever acknowledged that Hannibal is fictional, implying that a) he thinks everyone knows the name of the actor who played the Hannibal he's talking about (only in a perfect world, D-man) or b) he thinks Anthony Hopkins is Hannibal Lecter (soooo who does he think Mads Mikkelsen is? my mother asks).

Trump is clearly trying to make a metaphor with points 1 and 3. People like Hannibal, not Hannibal himself, are stalking America: immigrants and mentally ill people, sometimes both which is the scariest of all and which Hannibal canonically is.

However, because Trump never specifies a difference between Hannibal and Hopkins, it appears that he doesn't realize Hannibal is fictional at all and really does fear that he's either in America or coming to America to eat people. And yet, he keeps praising him? Why? Especially he's so scared of him, or the ideas he represents and is meant to represent so that we actually simultaneously fear and humanize him through the film's epic protagonist Clarice's eyes while Chilton hates him.

Let's talk about Chilton. In Silence of the Lambs, if you haven't seen it, Chilton is an abuser. He's the man in power at the asylum where Hannibal is. He is intended to be perceived as ableist, self-centered, and misogynistic (something more *ahem* modern adaptations I think have forgotten). At the end of the movie, Hannibal kills Chilton off-screen as revenge and it's...fantastic. It's meant to be.

Although Hannibal is a rich, white, cis man (definitely not straight though, I headcanon bisexual) and although he does horrendous things in this film (I cannot stress enough how disgusting he is), he is still being abused for his mental state. So him killing Chilton is basically the audience being put into the shoes of a revenge fantasy while the abused never learns his lesson of what it's like to be on the other end of that ableism (Hannibal isn't kind about his own patients he had when he was a psychiatrist). Trump recognizes that the ending is meant to be great. He praised Hannibal recently for it. But here's the thing: Trump is Chilton.

He's a misogynist, a preener, and importantly: someone who fears foreign mentally ill people and uses that fear and claim that only HE has the power to control these people to win votes and attention (Chilton does this, resulting in the iconic mask scene you've probably seen pictures of). But again- explicitly- Trump praised Hannibal for killing Chilton. So this leads to two theories that lead into two more theories:

1) Trump is secretly self-aware and knows deep down he's Chilton. But he pretends not to be so he praises Hannibal for killing him because, well, Chilton effing sucks.

2) Trump has no self-awareness and just feels the undertones of that epic final pun Hannibal says (and yes it's Hannibal's final line in the film) so he quotes it because he thinks it's cool and has no friggin clue what's really happening in the scene (this is the most likely theory imo).

Trump has also taps into Chilton by referring once to the Baltimore State Hospital in the film as a "mental hospital on steroids" (which he again recently said to describe irl asylums). He uses this as fear-mongering, to explain to Americans why asylums are necessary and why they should fear the borders being open: asylums are needed to keep these dangerous mentally ill people inside and they're ALL like Hannibal so when they're released...where do they go? In your neighbourhood.

Yet, he seems to love that damn final scene.

So again, Trump is aware it's a movie. But he still doesn't seem sure that Hannibal isn't a real guy. Chilton would never praise Hannibal so why is Trump?

And why the late great stuff?

Hannibal doesn't die at the end of the film and if you consider the 2001 Sequel That Shall Not Be Named canon (I don't), he doesn't die there either! So why all the warnings and then praising? Here are my next two theories and both could be true at this point:

1) Trump seriously does think Hannibal is a real person and that he and Anthony Hopkins are the same person. So he flops back and forth because he gets scared that Hannibal will come and eat him if he criticizes him too much. Thus, he says "he's great".

2) Trump genuinely has no clue what "the late great" actually means in the English language. I'm serious. He keeps saying "late great" because it sounds good, not because he knows what it actually means.

To top it all off, Trump covered all three of those points in the exact same speech. Plus, I don't think Anthony Hopkins has really ever endorsed Trump. He did an impression of Trump on TV once back in the 90s (he's good at impressions, autistic king) and I seriously think THAT'S what Trump is thinking about.

So what does this all mean? What's the grand conclusion?

Uhhh... I dunno. Trump saw Silence of the Lambs, and it scared the everloving shit out of him but he doesn't want to admit it and now America is in hell because he thinks Hannibal's gonna kill him? He thinks everyone is Hannibal now? That's all I got. I'm honestly surprised he hasn't roped Buffalo Bill (the other villain of the movie) into this what with America's current transphobia and all (please God I'm begging, don't let him bring Buffalo Bill into this).

Uhhh...if you read this far? Thanks. This is how I cope. All I gotta say is if you have the stomach, watch The Silence of the Lambs. Seriously, do it. Watch it chunks if you have to, sound down, with the lights on, in a safe place, any way you want to. I wish it was more palatable for people because it's a very important film, for better and for worse, and criticizes a lot of bullshit happening in the West right now. It's still very relevant...even if now for the wrong reasons (Trump).

#silence of the lambs #donald trump #american politics #us politics #long post #long ass post #the longest post ive ever done #hannibal #hannibal lecter #politics #movies #horror movies #meta #is this meta?#trump misunderstands hannibal

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eldritch-bf · 6 months ago

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Interview with the Vampire treatment but make it Re-Animator

I haven’t seen that bc I don’t pay for streaming services but I’m vaguely aware it’s a really gay reboot of an old novel to film adaption or something?

So, Re-Animator limited series modern reboot ideas:

ten 1 hour eps

Herbert is canonically trans

Heavily into the comedy and hijinks.

Dan and Meg are “dating” (they’re not. everyone assumes they are because they’re extremely good friends, including Herbert at first) Dean Halsey is homophobic which is his just his updated Puritanism; Meg has slept with almost every female intern in the hospital

Meg has her own motivations and interests outside Dan and her father. She wants to oust the corrupt board and secure more funding for the hospital to hirer more staff at better pay so that so many of their patients stop fucking dying bc they get all the overflow from the bigger hospitals nearby; she’s an academic but she’s a power player first and foremost she knows how to schmooze and scheme.

Herbert is initially very hostile to Meg but calms down after he realizes they’re not together, and they even kinda become friends. she even helps distract a nurse who’s about the discover the two of them stealing a corpse by flirting with her while they make their escape

it’s modern day but Dr Hill is a #LobotomiesWork truther or whatever and even suggests in a lecture that asylums were a better solution than letting “the clinically insane, the sexually perverse, the gender disturbed wander the streets” pencil snap

more like Herbert’s slashing one of his tires after class

it’s very clear the recent shortfall in funding has been a result of donors not liking some of Dr Hill’s more controversial and less scientifically backed comments at presentations or interviews but he’s Dean Halsey’s friend so he won’t get rid of him despite Meg urging him that the hospital is more important than some crank loser

Dan is less shocked and disturbed by the horrors he’s an accomplice to and more enraptured and awe-struck by it. he finds the twisting entrails in a stomach a hypnotic maze. he likes to smell the organs. Herbert’s like “finally. a freak like me” it’s clear he was already fucked up before West showed up, something he fretted to Meg over but Herbert adores it and praises it

Dan and Herbert in the basement lab forced to take a chemical shower together upstairs when they get covered in idk embalming fluid or something when a corpse’s bloated stomach pops

Herbert, a foot shorter, drenched in water, trying to be intimidating to Dan who’s looking at him slack-jawed, only to back off when he realizes Dan has half a chub and teases him for it. he needs to have the power in the situation tho so Herbert leaves Dan to finish the emergency shower by himself

Dan has much more of his own ideas with the re-animating, their partnership is more equal and Herbert is delighted and exhilarated every time Dan says something he never thought of.

he kisses him about it.

also they probably have sex in the morgue when they get locked in there overnight bc one of them (they both blame the other) forgot to wedge something in the door

Dean Halsey and Dr Hill primarily have an issue with Herbert bc Dr Gruber was very openly gay and it’s been an old rumor that he had sex with his assistants who were always male. He and Herbert did fuck a few times but that’s beside the point. Dr Hill still plagiarized that old fag’s research

And besides having consensual flings with your grad students is far better than y’know sexually assaulting your best friend’s daughter whom according to the 1991 comic, he’s been obsessed with since she was 12.

they still have to save Meg from Dr Hill but they all survive and the scene isn’t played for laughs nor is gratuitous, and Meg gets a gun and gets to kill Hill herself

#re animator #reanimator #reboot reanimate #danbert

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kajaono · 3 months ago

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What we can learn from disputed Sherlock Holmes portrayals

After watching Asylum Sherlock Holmes (aka the one with the dinosaur) and The hound of the Baskervilles (the Christmas TV movie, 2002) recently I found out that both Sherlock Holmes portrayals get a lot of hate

And I can totally see why. Because both have a really odd take on Sherlock. Let me give you a short run through :

The hound of the Baskervilles - Richard Roxburgh as Sherlock Holmes

First - and the most obvious reason - his whole look. Blond hair?! BLOND?!

And when we see him after he is hiding in the moor for a few days to spy on Watson, he looks like this:

Unshaved, without a tie... I know what this look was supposed to be but honestly? He looks a guy i can meet in my neighboorhood... in 2024!

I know it is unfair to compare everything with Jeremy Brett but... This is how Brett!Holmes looked when Watsons finds him hiding in the moor

Also Richard Roxburghs' portrayal of Sherlock is kinda… flat. He fails to add anything new or valuable to the character. He is stiff, he is clever, he has a hard time connecting with people… but apart from that he isn’t Sherlock Holmes. He could be the leading detective in every random British afternoon tv show. As Sherlock? Hard pass. No wonder he got replaced in movie 2…

Asylum Sherlock Holmes - Ben Syder as Sherlock Holmes

Oh boy… where to start? This Sherlock is… he isn’t Sherlock. He is tiny, he is extremely affectionate, he dress casual but not in an eccentric way (like RDJ... I know they had no budget left after the CGI dinosaur... but come on! Give him a vest at least!)... and he is named Robert?! I know they had to save budget but you can not tell me there wasn’t a stiff looking tall black haired actor anywhere on London.

While both of them are absolutely mis-casted, they both had moments that stood out to me… and I think that should be featured more in other Sherlock Holmes adaptations.

Let us stay with Asylum Sherlock for a little longer.

What I really REALLY loved about this adaptation was how affectionate this Holmes is with his Watson. Yeah Holmes also plays his games with Watson, yeah he also behaves like an asshole occasionally and is the reason Watson nearly drops to death at the white cliffs of Dover. But the moment he sees that Watson is in real danger he is the first to jump to his rescue. I also like that he tiny. This is an interesting change. But to make that work his Watson has to be HUGE. Tall as a tree. Towering over his Holmes.

Like this here (second one)

art by @paperbagedhead (please tell me if i should remove it).

we can see a glimpse of it in the Sherlock Holmes adaptation "Gosick" but this the only one I can name... Give me more tiny Sherlock!

I also like the idea that Sherlock is only made-up name. I think they have that in Miss Sherlock as well... but much much better handled. Robert... honestly, who thought this was a good idea?!

And for The hound of the Baskervilles 2002 I like that Watson was allowed to set boundries and that Holmes was the one who had to be rescued at the end. (Do you know that this is the main reason people dislike his Sherlock? Because he had to be saved by Watson? People are weird... Thats such an AMAZING turn of events. More wounded Holmes who has to be rescued by his Watson... I am still thinking a lot about Asylum Holmes screaming in pain and begging Watson to not give him drugs after his leg got cut open...)

So in summary. The good input these adaptations gave us and that should be used more (imo):

Affectionate Holmes (with limitations and rules) but allow him to gently touch his Watson

Tiny Holmes

Sherlock as a made up name

Vunerable Holmes who has to be saved by his Watson

The moment Asylum Johnlock nearly kissed mhm... what?

#sherlock holmes #johnlock #john watson #sherlock holmes adaptations #the hound of the baskervilles 2002 #asylum sherlock holmes #sherlock holmes 2010

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daisyswift3 · 6 months ago

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The Acceptance Stage of Grief—The Manuscript and Guilty as Sin

So I realized sth crazy recently. I think the 🎃 messages describe the 5 stages of grief; and I think the standard edition and The Manuscript variant of TTPD have the album cover they do bc it’s a play on the common expression “You’ve made your bed now lie in it" which means to accept the unpleasant results of your actions. This aligns w the Apple Music playlists Taylor made that have The Manuscript as part of the acceptance stage of grief. However, I will caveat this by saying that I don't think the Apple Music playlists are completely accurate as they are full of red herrings to throw everyone off (I'll explain this in more detail shortly) but I do think The Manuscript is one of the few songs that is properly placed and is not a red herring since the bed imagery and connections to the 🎃 messages indicate it represents acceptance. I think the messages not only give us Taylor's overarching story spanning the past decade, they also give us the true 5 stages of grief that are separate from the 5 stages of grief given in the playlists which are mainly for marketing and pr purposes. The messages are likely meant to be a navigation tool for us to more easily cut through all the noise, red herrings, and chaos that has come w TTPD's release (x)(x)(x). In the messages I just linked, 🎃 and 🫚 make it clear that there is a very specific reason why they sent this korner messages explaining the whole messy story. I believe this reason may be related to the TTPD epilogue because in it Taylor is essentially saying she’s at the mercy of the general public and her fans as she’s on trial in a court of public opinion; and I think our role is to serve as the “witnesses” to help her win this case and prove that she didn’t completely lie abt everything because otherwise how would this small group of ppl on tumblr have figured it out yrs ago? I think it’s possible that after coming out Taylor may direct ppl to this korner to prove that the truth was there hidden in plain sight the whole time if you were just willing to dig a little deeper past the surface level interpretations.

In this album cover, Taylor is literally lying in a bed that she’s made bc she is accepting whatever the consequences of her actions are. The story isn’t hers anymore, she’s sent it out into the world like a message in a bottle and now it’s just a matter of time. Come what may. This is the end of the 9th 🎃 message and I believe all of the 10th message as well since she chooses to step through the closet door accepting whatever fate lies on the other side. This connects to the most recent volcano anon message as well (x). I think the first part of the 9th message represents the depression stage of grief since it’s explaining that Taylor is a tortured poet because she is forced to hide her truth behind metaphors and red herrings which are likely the old habits that die screaming in The Black Dog, a common symbol of depression. In the fortnight mv, she is literally being tortured in an asylum w electroshock therapy (which is one of the same methods of conversion therapy they use to used on queer ppl) while a black dog lingers nearby.

In the Apple Music playlists, Taylor put The Black Dog in the anger playlist, but as I mentioned earlier I think this may be because the playlists are supposed to be more for swifties and to sell the Toe breakup narrative. Because, if you think abt it, it doesn't really make sense for The Black Dog, which is commonly used to represent depression, to symbolize anger. It also doesn't make sense for the acceptance stage playlist to be called I Can Do It With a Broken Heart when the song ICDIWABH is actually in the denial stage playlist. The math does not math. I think she was purposely trying to make it confusing for the general public and fans to make the puzzle harder to decipher so she gave them low hanging fruit. I think it's possible that the vinyl variants, which each have a bonus track that has a corresponding 🎃 message, are the actual 5 stages of grief. The Albatross = anger, The Bolter = bargaining, The Black Dog = depression, and The Manuscript = acceptance. I think it’s possible that she chose to only have 4 variants to make it harder to connect them to the 5 stages of grief and to make it look like the 5 stages of grief were just a last minute thing she threw together because she was running w swifties’ theories. But since the 5 stages of grief show up in the messages, it’s clear that this was sth she’s had planned for a while and it wasn’t just a last minute decision. I think that the denial stage may just be represented by a message and song.

“Six weeks of breathin' clean air, I still miss the smoke” -> The “smoke” is the smokescreen/Lavender Haze/blowing smoke/smoke and mirrors/bearding/pr stunts/red herrings/metaphors that she uses to cover up her truth like a magician pulling the wool over everyone’s eyes. She’s no longer going to use these tactics of trickery and deception but it’s not an easy habit to break when you’ve been doing it your whole life and it’s essentially your default state. Just like how it’s hard for a smoker to stop smoking cigarettes, which is probably another layer of this line making it a double entendre. I think this is what the lavender haze mv scene w her blowing smoke is meant to represent. As the clock gets closer to midnight she’s going to start this process of unraveling the “braids of lies” she’s woven over the years and it’s going to be a very difficult and painful process. I haven't done a full analysis of The Black Dog yet but I believe it's similar to TSMWEL, Peter, Fortnight, and Chloe et al where it's a conversation between Taylor the brand and Taylor the person. At the end of the song, Taylor the person finally chooses her happiness and her lover over her image/brand, which is the cause of her depression -> "Cause tail between your legs you're leaving and I still can't believe it cause old habits die screaming." She burns all the files and gets rid of her house which is likely the lover house. This is when she drags the "enemy" in the 8th message into the shark infested waters which I'll explain in the next paragraph.

The Bolter vinyl variant, represented by the entire 8th 🎃 message, is likely supposed to symbolize the bargaining stage of grief. I think she achieves part of the acceptance stage when she chooses to jump into the shark infested waters which may be why The Bolter edition also has her lying in a bed and why the 10th message (acceptance) seems to be a direct continuation of the 8th message. In the 8th message, the “enemy,” which is likely just Taylor herself or her public persona/reputation, is trying to make a deal w her—quite literally bargaining w her—and asking her lover to jump into the shark infested waters (destroy her reputation and get eaten alive by the fans and general public). Taylor refuses the deal since Karlie has been through enough already and jumps into the waters choosing to sacrifice her brand and image instead ->

“He [the enemy] was a cad, wanted her bad just like any good trophy hunter ['I've been the archer, I've been the prey'], And she liked the way it tastes, Taming a bear [Taylor’s made it clear she’s the bear], making him care, watching him jump then pulling him under, And at first blush this is fate, When it's all roses, portrait poses, Central Park Lake in tiny rowboats, What a charming Saturday, That's when she sees the littlest leaks down in the floorboards And she just knows she must bolt ['And you know in your soul when it's time to go']” //

8th 🎃 message: “You are not a hero. You never have been, and you never will be. You're a selfish asshole. But there are some people in this world worth breaking character for. And so in one swift motion [pun intended], you replace the solid boards beneath your feet with rushing deep blue water.”

10th 🎃 message: “You limp over uneven ground, smiling at the pain of the shark bite with each excruciating step - replaying the satisfying splash as you finally chose her over the world. As you grabbed the enemy and dove into the infested waters.”

The Apple Music playlists have The Bolter in the denial playlist but again I believe this is a red herring since the themes in the 8th message align more w the bargaining and acceptance stages.

(If you want to read more abt the connections to midsummer/midsommar see this excellent thread on the June 21/midsummer eve easter eggs)

I think this might also be what the bed imagery in Guilty As Sin and the Wildest Dreams eras tour visuals represents. She has accepted that when she reveals the truth many ppl, especially the conservative evangelical Christians, are probably gonna tell her she’s going to hell because she’s in a relationship w a woman, and figuratively burn her at the stake like the ppl accused of witchcraft and heresy in the middle ages were and this really ties in w all the religious imagery in this album -> “my bedsheets are ablaze” // “you’ll see me in hindsight tangled up with you all night burning it down" // BDILH eras tour visuals. We’ve discussed how in the TTPD epilogue she’s on trial in the court of public opinion and the jury is her fans and the general public. I think Guilty as Sin is her essentially saying “yes it’s true, I committed the crime of loving another woman; condemn me to hell if you want.” I find it interesting that it’s posed as a question “Guilty as Sin?” as if she’s asking the jury if they deem her worthy of punishment. It’s ultimately up to them to determine her fate and decide whether she’s guilty or not guilty. Some other kaylors pointed out that in the wildest dreams visuals Taylor looks completely at peace, sleeping soundly while everything burns around her. This likely symbolizes how she’s made peace w the fact that many fans may leave her and she may lose her career when she comes out—it indicates complete acceptance of any ensuing consequences.

(x)

But wait there’s more! I think there’s another layer to this song that relates to something very important she said in the rep prologue that many swifties conveniently ignore: “There will be slideshows of photos backing up each incorrect theory, because it's 2017 and if you didn't see a picture of it, it couldn't have happened right?” The obvious answer to this posed question, which is more rhetorical than anything, is NO. Why? Because “We think we know someone, but the truth is that we only know the version of them that they have chosen to show us” i.e. Taylor is only showing the public one side of herself w pap walks, staged photos, and social media posts and she can keep the other sides of herself hidden if she wants by just not doing these things. If she wants the public to know sth they will know abt it and if she doesn’t want them to know sth they won’t know abt it. Taylor knows that her fans have willfully ignored this message that she’s repeatedly tried to send to them over the years; so now she’s flipping the question on it’s head and using their inattentiveness to her advantage. She’s now saying “Well you guys never actually caught me and Karlie in the act, there’s no photographic or video evidence, so how can I be guilty as sin? I mean you said it yourself by ignoring this prologue. There is no picture; therefore it did not happen. So by your own logic I cannot be guilty!”

I also find it interesting that the bedsheets on the album cover and eras tour visuals are plain white 🤍. White is commonly a symbol of purity and innocence. This may be the purpose of the black and white aesthetic of TTPD—black for guilty 🖤, white for not guilty or innocent 🤍. The black and white may also relate to her duality and how she has 2 versions of herself that are in opposition to each other, Taylor Swift the person vs Taylor Swift the brand.

Just in case you got lost during my ramblings and tangents, I'll give you the tldr as well:

Beginning of 8th 🎃 message -> Bargaining stage: The Bolter; the enemy [Taylor Swift the brand/her reputation] wants to make a deal w her

Beginning of 9th 🎃 message -> Depression stage: The Black Dog; "old habits [red herrings/bearding/lavender haze/smoke and mirrors] die screaming"; Taylor is a tortured poet because she is forced to dilute her truth w metaphors, symbolism, and red herrings and this feeds into her depression

End of 8th and 9th 🎃 message and all of 10th 🎃 message -> Acceptance stage: The Manuscript and Guilty as Sin; she has made her bed and now is lying in it; represents the peaceful acceptance of any ensuing consequences; she has sent her story out into the world like a message in a bottle and made her case; now it is now up to her fans and the general public [the court of public opinion] to determine if she is guilty or not guilty; real Taylor has killed her old habits and the black dog by dragging her public persona into shark infested waters and burning down the lover house which represents her closet and music empire

Since this post is already lengthier than I wanted it to be I won't go into detail abt the denial and anger stages but I believe it's possible these are represented by the 1st and 2nd 🎃 messages respectively assuming the 5 stages of grief are in the usual order in the messages. The Albatross is obviously an angry song abt getting revenge on someone--most likely Scooter--so it makes sense for it to represent the anger stage; plus the same parachute metaphor that's in The Albatross shows up in the 2nd message which is related to the failed coming out and mastersheist which Scooter was involved in so it checks out. Then working backwards, this leaves the 1st message, which perfectly parallels The Prophecy, for the denial stage. I believe the 1st message is abt her first big pivot, her first failed coming out, during rep era (going full throttle on her getaway bike then slamming on the breaks which damages her heel) which was originally supposed to be lover/daylight. This would explain why she clips the wings of her TS6 jet and spray paints "reputation" on the side while wearing a palm tree outfit which relates to the palm tree/paradise easter eggs during lover era. I think this pivot may have been the thing that started this downward spiral through the 5 stages of grief hence why it represents the denial stage. Of course this is all just my interpretation of everything and I could be wrong. Feel free to share your thoughts, I'd love to hear other ppl's interpretations!

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klanced · 1 year ago

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i just finally watched the batman (2022) and need a repository for my thoughts

anyway yes i know i am the voltron blog but you all must understand. and this is key to my lore. that i am an insane batman fan. i haven't kept up with comics in recent years but i am a total sleeper agent when it comes to batman and i've been waiting literal months to watch The Batman (2022) and i finally watched it last night and have been marinating in my thoughts since. and also my parents are tired of hearing my ranting and watching me walk around in circles.

ANYWAY.

cinematography

this is literally the best looking batman film in years, if not the best looking one ever. the color grading was like a balm to my eyes, especially after the slog fest that is some of the other superhero movies... even with the constant rain the city never looked washed out, reeves and his set designers made such awesome choices when it came to fluorescent and neon lighting... the DINER SCENE!!!!!!!!!!! also omfg the way they made battinson the Red and Black Batman like what an excellent color combination. i loved it. i need to buy some of the theatrical release posters post HASTE.

more than anything this movie was SHOT like a comic book and so many scenes looked like they were ripped straight from a comic book, like i could visualize the paneling and everything... so freaking baller.

my family wasn't super impressed but i think it's because they expected an action movie but No You Don't Get It. batman sees the world as a gritty detective noir movie but to everyone else in gotham they're living in a horror movie and that is BATMAN CINEMA!!!!

when the riddler was arrested i was like 'wait there's still 40 minutes?' and then i preceded to have my mind completely blown. i kept questioning what reeves was doing only for him to IMMEDIATELY correct me minutes later. literally, let this man cook he knows what he's doing. when bruce lit the flare i didn't immediately get it -- and then the little mayor's boy reached for batman without any hesitation. and then the crowd began to follow him, closing the distance. and then he began to lead them to higher crowd. And Then I Got It.

2. gotham

yes i'm devoting an entire section just to the city.

gotham city is one of the hardest things to get right in any kind of batman media. like gotham is Not Normal and that should always be something hovering in the background. but many directors just don't bother because gotham architecture is so fundamentally different from normal sensibilities that building lore accurate sets would be both incredibly costly and almost impossible to do. but matt reeves tried and the movie was so unbelievably better for it.

bvs gotham was basically just new york city and don't even get me STARTED on how futuristic minimalistic modern the nolan movies were. ugh.

but when bruce and alfred were in their penthouse suite surrounded by fifty layers of gothic style trim my dad verbally said 'are they in a fucking church or something' and like YES DAD! that's the POINT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! gotham is supposed to be borderline CAMPY GOTHIC like the city itself is not just a setting, it's a full blown supporting character. the city looking batshit is essential lore and PIVITOL to the world building that has produced a man dressed up as a bat to fight crime like you DON'T GET IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! batman is divorced from our reality but he is GROUNDED IN GOTHAM!!!!

actually side note i've been playing gotham knights on the PC and 1) the game is way better than critics gave it credit for and 2) GOTHAM LOOKS SO GOOD IN THIS GAME. THE LIGHTING IS CRAZYYYY. best adaptation of gotham city fr, i loved the arkham video game series but the panache. the style. it became so diluted after arkham asylum fr.

my one criticism is that reeves needed to make one more rooftop set it was so silly that all the characters kept returning to the same gcpd roof with the bat signal on it.

3. plot

FINALLY A MOVIE WHERE BRUCE IS A DETECTIVE. i've waited literal years for this. i do wish batman had been a little bit more active/proactive in the plot, i.e. not strictly following with riddler's games, but this is also early batman so i'm more forgiving of his rookie mistakes... however in the second movie i expect him to be on his BALL GAME!!!! give me plot-armor-borderline-prescient batman PLEASE MR. REEVES I BEG OF THEE.

LOVED this adaptation of the riddler. using the zodiac killer as an inspiration for the riddler was amazing, brilliant, showstopping, spectacular. and they kept a little bit of camp in paul dano's performance which i appreciate. i don't think we'll ever go back to batman forever levels of camp, but that's okay </3

there was a nod to the character of hush in the movie (at least that's how i'm choosing to interpret it) but i don't think they could ever use hush in the future because they already adapted so much of his gimmick for the riddler... but that's okay tbh i don't think hush is that interesting anyway.

at its core the batman was a buddy cop movie and i LOVED that. jeffrey wright KILLED it as lieutenant gordon and the dynamic between batman and gordon was amazing. excellent usage of our favorite future-commissioner, you could really see they already had an established rapport but their bond was becoming even stronger... their conversation in the interrogation room was so amazing, as well as their scene with the penguin.

my one criticism is that alfred became non-existent after a certain point. also lowkey the lego batman movie did a better job at the 'bruce realizes that his trauma has made him reluctant to form bonds or deepen them because of his fear of losing anyone else' subplot. lego batman movie on top!

4. characterizations

everyone and their mom has already talked about how this version of bruce wayne is more focused on developing his identity as the batman versus his identity as brucie wayne so i won't repeat those essays. but i will say that i have such high hopes for bruce's development in the sequel. like the way the movie ended with him emphasizing how he needs to become a 'symbol of hope for the city' reads to me as him preparing to finally re-enter gotham society as Billionaire Bruce Wayne and i am SO READY FOR IT.

but what i actually want to talk about is how amazing catwoman's development is. i love how much backstory they gave her in this movie. i will always love the nolanverse version of catwoman but you really learn almost nothing about selina in TDKR. but in the batman selina's is this fully fleshed out character. you can immediately guess what her life has been like. and her motivations in the story... the way she was prepared to run until she found annika... and then she immediately changed gears and focused on vengeance for annika and her mother... god, i love it.

cobblepot's character was also so, so good. you can intimately tell that he's a two-faced bastard who's spent years being a yes-man purely so he can climb the social ladder. i know colin farrell is going to rock the HELL out of that monocle in the sequel.

5. hopes for the future

i know it's too late but i reallyyy don't want joker to be in the sequel. i unfortunately think that's more or less guaranteed though since they've already casted barry keoghan. and his performance was really good. i'm just tired of seeing the joker in batman media. (inb4 keoghan absolutely kills it in the sequel and makes me eat my hat). i don't really consider batman to have one arch nemesis, only that the joker has consistently ruined batman's life more often than all the other villains.

literally the one hill i will die on is that reeves NEEDS to include robin at some point. PLEASE. you can't have batman without a robin, he gets so lonely. literally that's all i want. i want battinson to become a dad so, so bad. you have no idea.

and (and this is key) robin must be a kid. a pre-teen aged 14 or younger. "oh but that's so unrealistic, child superheroes totally break the immersion" well I DON'T CARE. FULL THROTTLE ON THE CHILD ENDANGERMENT. let children fight crime, for the culture.

[okay, okay. make it a robin origin story where dick grayson is introduced and is plot-relevant but he doesn't actively patrol and fight crime and only becomes robin at the very end.]

introduce robin in batman 2, and then have robin be a participating older teen/adult in batman 3.

my incredibly indulgent ideal batman 2:

at least two years have passed (bruce is more or less settled and has finally hit his stride). he has mastered air gliding and now attacks villains from the rafters instead of just constantly walking out of the shadows. i want to see arkham-level combat So Bad.

selina is mentioned, but doesn't really appear (and there are no other love interests.

actually wait i change my mind about joker. joker can be included in the movie IF the red herring "main plot" is that he's using a circus as a base of operations (because clowns and circuses).

i say red herring "main plot" because the movie starts with a joker crime spree, so you think the movie is going to be all about the joker, but then he leads batman to his circus base and it turns out that PSYCH! THIS IS ACTUALLY A DICK GRAYSON ORIGIN STORY. because joker's base of operations is haly's circus.

batman is snooping around looking for evidence and that's when he comes across dick grayson, age 10.

kid dick grayson. PLEASE. PLEASE.

batman decides to visit the circus as bruce wayne. You Know What happens.

plot plot plot

COURT OF OWLS SUBPLOT.

bruce has to balance hunting down the joker while also protecting this little kid he pretends he isn't totally attached to.

this is incredibly indulgent because i have no idea how you would balance joker screentime with that of the court of owls. idk. that's what's fanfiction is for i guess c:

i have decided that over winter break i am going to rewatch all the batman movies from 1980s onwards so i can revise my Batman Cinema power rankings. i will create some kind of metric or spreadsheet so i can grade and quantify each movie.

hell i should also replay all my favorite batman video games. because those are basically just movies anyway. and i miss kevin conroy :(

thanks for reading. god i love batman.

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wholesomefluffdaddy · 2 months ago

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Azula has made no progress since she was sent back to the asylum. Ty Lee believes she can help her, with proper disciple. Tyzula.

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CH18: Stance Training

"So… Ty Lee and Azula are… together." Zuko mentioned casually over tea.

"About time." Mai said in her usual flat tone, though the hint of a smile tugged at her lips. Zuko nearly choked on his tea.

"You knew?" He coughed as he looked at her in disbelief. Mai looked at him dryly.

"How did you not know?" She asked, sounding disappointed. She reached over and dabbed at the tea that had spilled onto his front.

"Why didn't you tell me?" He said, flushing with color.

"Because it wasn't something for me to tell." Mai sighed.

"But-!" Zuko frowned. "She's my sister!"

"And you've only recently made progress in decriminalizing the act." Mai explained as if it were obvious. "Plus would you have let Ty Lee take custody of Azula if you knew she had romantic feelings towards her?" Zuko was about to respond indignantly when he stopped himself to seriously consider the matter.

"…No." He whispered as he looked away.

"Exactly." Mai nodded.

"B-but not because I don't support it!" Zuko said quickly.

"Because you don't want anyone dating your sister." Mai interrupted before he could continue. "For everyone's safety." She said waving a hand. Zuko grimaced.

"So you knew Ty Lee would date my sister once she pulled her from the asylum?" Zuko asked, feeling somewhat betrayed.

"No." Mai shrugged. "She tried everything to get over her. I honestly thought she would have held out longer but I'm guessing Azula made the first move."

"How do you know all of this?" Zuko asked.

"Seriously?" She said, raising an eyebrow. "We spent how much time together at the Fire Nation Academy? And then hunting you and the Avatar down?"

"Yes but how does that," Zuko gestured helplessly, "sort of thing come up in conversation?"

"It didn't." Mai said, sipping her tea. Zuko waited for her to explain further but she didn't.

"Then how-?" He asked impatiently.

"I have eyes, Zuko." Mai said, rolling her own. "And ears unfortunately."

"What? What does that mean?" Zuko asked, unsure if he wanted to hear the answer or not.

"We shared a tent." Mai said, staring off into the distance. "Two would sleep while one stayed outside on guard duty." She recalled. "Your sister wouldn't shut up about Ty Lee when it was our turn to sleep." She closed her eyes. "And when I was on guard duty it was even worse."

"What do you mean worse?" Zuko said, as his eyes widened at these startling revelations.

"You mean aside from the fact that I caught them almost cuddling on numerous occasions or that Azula let Ty Lee take her top knot out so she could play with her hair?" Mai asked, refilling her cup. Zuko stared at her.

"She what!?" He demanded. Allowing someone outside of close family to touch one's top knot was an incredibly dishonorable act.

"What, would you rather they were kissing?" Mai asked.

"Yes!" Zuko said without thinking. Mai looked at him over her tea.

"Kissing would be way more permissible than-" Zuko began.

"And that's why I didn't tell you." Mai said under her breath. Zuko could feel his face burning. "To be fair I don't think Ty Lee fully understood the implications. She had been living at the circus for some time and the circus doesn't exactly live by strict traditional means."

"But Azula-!" Zuko argued.

"Oh, she knew exactly what she was doing." Mai scoffed. "I just don't think she cared." She waved a hand carelessly. "To be honest I think she was enjoying the freedom, maybe a little too much sometimes. If I didn't know any better I would have said she was trying to escape something. Live it up while she still had the chance." Zuko covered his mouth. It made sense.

"…The arranged marriage." He said quietly. Mai froze just as her tea was about to touch her lips.

"The what?" She asked as her eyes flicked to his. Zuko blinked in surprise.

"She didn't tell you?" He asked.

"Didn't tell me what?" Mai demanded as she lowered her cup.

"Azula said my father was forcing her into an arranged marriage in order for her to inherit the throne." Zuko said, watching her closely. Mai cursed.

"And she didn't tell me?" She said, sounding hurt and furious. She closed her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose. "It makes too much sense now." She shook her head. "When did she tell you?"

"Shortly after we came back from Ba Sing Se." Zuko said, swirling the tea around in his cup. "Then I decided to pay her 'betrothed' a visit." He said darkly as his eyes narrowed. Mai raised her eyebrows and looked at him impressed.

"Who was the unlucky soul?" She asked, grinning.

"Lieutenant Yaro's son." Zuko said, setting his tea down.

"Not Mako?" Mai asked suddenly. Zuko looked at her questioningly. "My father tried to set me up with him once. It was another one of his political schemes. He abandoned it pretty quickly after I gave him my honest opinion of what I would do in return if he followed through with it." She said glowering as she sipped her tea.

"And you didn't tell me?" Zuko said, frowning.

"I had many suitors, Zuko. My dad's a politician after all." She said in a bored tone. "But anyway, that's in the past." She glanced at Zuko. He looked like he still wanted to press the matter but Mai changed course. "So what will you do now that Ty Lee and Azula are in a semi-illegal relationship?"

"What do you mean do? I'm decriminalizing it." Zuko said.

"I mean," Mai said patiently, "what if they get married?" Zuko blinked. "Legality aside, how are you going to address your previously insane war criminal sister getting engaged to a Kyoshi Warrior?"

"That's nobody's business." He said furrowing his brow.

"I know that." Mai explained. "But that won't stop people from finding out. These things always come to light whether you want them to or not. It's something you're going to have to address eventually."

"I… I don't know." Zuko said, rubbing his temples. "Azula's still on the asylum grounds."

"And you invited her back whenever." Mai pointed out. "Not to mention there's still no information about the attack on the asylum."

"What would you do?" Zuko asked. Mai sighed and crossed her arms.

"The best thing to do to placate everyone would be to have Azula held accountable in front of a large audience and cut off her own top knot. She will have permanently removed her honor, her claim to the throne, and shown repentance that no one in the Fire Nation could argue with."

"I'm sure that would go over well." Zuko said, clenching his jaw. "Have my sister humiliate herself before her country."

"I didn't say I liked the idea. I just said it was the best move." Mai said, looking down at her tea.

"She'd burn half the audience." Zuko muttered.

"And probably shoot lightning at the other half." Mai added.

"I don't want to throw away all the progress she's made over something as trivial as this." Zuko said defensively.

"Hey, you asked for my advice and I gave it." Mai argued. Zuko gave her an apologetic look and took her hand.

"And I appreciate it." He said earnestly. "I just don't think it's the right move… not right now anyway." Mai nodded.

"How is she doing by the way?" She asked.

"Good. Better than I've seen her in a long time." Zuko said optimistically.

"What's Ty Lee doing with her, other than making out her?" Mai grinned. Zuko closed his eyes. He really didn't want to think about Azula making out with anyone.

"They have consistent routines and Azula's gotten back into her firebending exercises. Ty Lee and Katara are also trying to help her open her chakras so she can try spiritual firebending." Zuko explained.

"Azula doing spiritual firebending?" Mai said, raising an eyebrow. "Not that I question Ty Lee's methods but I really doubt Azula is the spiritual type."

"I mean, she's not but she has unblocked two of her chakras." He said seriously. "It requires a lot of introspection and I think that's good for her."

"It's probably about as easy as counting the quills on a runway boar-q-pine." Mai remarked then paused. "I am happy for her." She said, squeezing Zuko's hand. "I really am but there are still some broken things between us."

"I know." Zuko said. Mai frowned.

"I don't understand how you can forgive her so easily after everything she's done. After she's attempted to kill you at least twice." She said, scowling.

"She's family…" Zuko said, looking away.

"So is your father and yet he is in prison." Mai pointed out.

"Azula didn't ask to be how she is. My father made her that way. And I guess my mother too." He said sadly. He looked back at Mai. "Would you want to talk to Azula?"

"Maybe." Mai said slowly. "But only after I've seen the progress Ty Lee has made with her."

"I'm sure she'd like to catch up with you." Zuko said with a small reassuring smile.

"Mm." Mai looked unconvinced.

"This is stupid." Azula hissed as she stood in horse stance.

"It's not stupid." Ty Lee argued as she walked around her. "Your fire chakra has to do with willpower. Will yourself to maintain your stance."

"I hate this." Azula said, as her eyebrow twitched.

"Remember that it's blocked by shame, low self-esteem, and manipulative tendencies." Ty Lee chided.

"I don't have low self-esteem." Azula argued. Ty Lee said nothing. "I don't!" She said louder.

"Do you have a fear of failure?" Ty Lee asked.

"Of course I do! Who doesn't?" Azula said indignantly.

"Do you feel like you always have to be in control?" Ty Lee said, gently correcting her stance.

"Yes." Azula frowned then considered their relationship as of late. "Most of the time. Sometimes."

"Are you afraid of being unloved?" Ty Lee continued. Azula bit her lip.

"Yes…" She whispered.

"That's low self-esteem." Ty Lee said, circling back to Azula's front.

"No." Azula huffed. "Those are normal concerns."

"What's the worst that could happen if you fail right now?" Ty Lee asked. Azula immediately opened her mouth to respond then stopped.

"I… I have to do it again?" She said slowly.

"Would I yell at you?"

"No."

"Would I hurt you?"

"No."

"Then what do you have to fear?" Ty Lee prompted encouragingly.

"Disappointing myself." Azula said quietly.

"What will happen if you disappoint yourself?" Ty Lee asked curiously.

"I'll curse myself. Remind myself that I have to do better." Azula said, bristling. "Berate myself for being sloppy and lazy and stupid."

"Why?" Ty Lee asked, touching her cheek.

"Because failure means pain and suffering." Azula said with wide eyes.

"It doesn't have to anymore." Ty Lee said gently. "It's okay to make mistakes now. It's safe. I promise." Azula leaned into her hand but looked doubtful. "Okay, so moving onto control."

"I need control in order to know I'm safe." Azula said quickly.

"What if I'm in control?" Ty Lee asked, as her hand trailed down her cheek to her neck. Azula swallowed. "Do you still feel safe?" She nodded quickly.

"I feel safer." Azula said in a barely audible whisper.

"Because you know you're loved right?" Ty Lee said, her hand moving to her chest, right above her heart. "That I love you?"

"But will you always?" Azula whispered. Ty Lee cupped her face.

"I never stopped." She said, pressing their foreheads together. Azula closed her eyes and shivered. "We've got a long way to go but I believe in you."

"Ty Lee." Azula breathed.

"I think in addition to stance training there's another way we can help open that chakra." Ty Lee said as her lips hovered dangerously close to Azula's. Azula could feel herself beginning to sweat. Ty Lee's hand trailed up to Azula's top knot as she gripped it gently.

"Ty Lee!" Azula whined quietly as she screwed her eyes shut. Ty Lee pulled on it lightly and Azula began huffing out hot air.

"And remember you can't use any sort of manipulation." Ty Lee reminded as she stepped behind her and pulled on it again. Azula bit her lip to stop herself from making any sort of noise. Ty Lee's free hand wrapped around Azula's front. "You remember our safe word?" She whispered in her ear. Azula nodded. "What is it?"

"K-Kyoshi!" Azula bleated. Ty Lee let go of her and stepped back. "Wait! I didn't want it to stop!" She said, craning her neck to look back at her.

"You broke your stance." Ty Lee pointed out. Azula blinked and cursed as she turned her head to face forward again.

"You manipulated me!" She hissed and mentally began scolding herself.

"What are you doing?" Ty Lee asked, circling back around her.

"Scolding myself for-" Azula's breath hitched as Ty Lee suddenly grabbed her between the legs.

"You don't get to scold yourself anymore." Ty Lee said sternly. "That will be my job, understand?"

"Yes Ty Lee!" Azula yelped.

"Good girl." Ty Lee whispered and kissed her on the cheek. Azula whined and squirmed. "You broke stance again." She teased.

"I'm sor-" Azula began as she made a pained expression.

"Don't apologize. I'll handle it." Ty Lee said as she started rubbing her crotch. Azula closed her eyes and fought back a whimper. "Don't scold yourself." She reminded her and Azula nodded quickly but couldn't help herself.

"But I failed-" She began. Ty Lee grabbed her top knot again.

"And I already said I'd handle it." She said, narrowing her eyes as a grin tugged at her lips. "You believe you should be punished for failing, right?" Azula sniffed and nodded. "Then I'll punish you." Ty Lee said, slipping her hand down Azula's pants. Azula clenched her fists.

"W-what are you doing?" She asked, cracking one watery eye open.

"Punishing you." Ty Lee said, beaming. Azula had never felt more confused in her life. Her knees bent inward as Ty Lee started rubbing her clit through the fabric. "Uh oh, looks like you broke stance again." She sighed and shook her head. Azula hurriedly straightened out. "Looks like I will just have to keep punishing you." She said as she pushed her palm more firmly into her crotch.

"Ty Lee…" Azula gasped.

"Maintain." Ty Lee repeated.

"But-"

"And no manipulation."

"But-!"

"Who's in control right now?" Ty Lee asked as her fingers explored the dampening fabric of Azula's underwear.

"You are, Ty Lee." Azula swallowed. Something about saying that out loud excited her. She bit her lip and started rubbing herself against her hand.

"You're not maintaining." Ty Lee said, raising an eyebrow playfully. "You're failing." Azula winced slightly. "But it's okay!" Ty Lee said quickly. "And do you know why?"

"Because you said you'd handle it." Azula panted as she grinded harder.

"And what else?" Ty Lee prompted.

"You said you'd still love me." Azula said as her body began to tremble. She looked up at Ty Lee with hopelessly deep affection.

"Very good." Ty Lee said proudly. Azula whimpered as her hips started to buck. Ty Lee tugged on her top knot again and Azula moaned softly. "Maintain." She ordered.

"T-Ty L-" But Azula's next words were cut off as Ty Lee pulled her into a kiss and slipped her tongue past her lips. Azula's eyes rolled back as they closed. This was the strangest training she'd ever had and she loved it. She let her mind go pleasantly blank. She didn't need to think, just do as Ty Lee said and gladly take whatever punishment or reward she gave her.

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ridiculoustrainsofthought · 27 days ago

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So I came up with this a while back and wasn't sure if anyone else had brought it up. But I recently checked out The Mountains of Madness from the library, and remembered bringing this up with my friends a few years back and just felt like "preserving" it. This is going to sound crazy, but it's fun to think about, so hear me out:

Have you heard of a story called The King in Yellow?

I got to looking at the source material and I'm stunned to think it may have been quite an influence on the plot of Pokemon Black and White. But I can't confirm anything since I haven't seen it mentioned as a reference anywhere in B&W.

More specifically The King in Yellow is a series of short stories where only the first four seem to be connected to the title. But there's some clear potential parallels with the first story The Repairer of Reputations, which is what I'll focus on.

So first off, the story's main character is a man named Hildred which likely has the same basis as Hilda and Hilbert would derive their names from.

Except plot wise he'd actually be more like N

Hildred Castaigne is an unreliable narrator living in a “futuristic New York City” of 1920 who explains at the beginning that he used to be carefree and aimless but there was an accident where he got attacked and fell off his horse which gave him a blow to the head. After that he was taken into an asylum where he underwent a complete personality change, pouring over old documents and literature, basically a recluse, but he gained a strong sense of ambition as he never had before! (Sounds a bit familiar of another extreme recluse who came out somewhat brainwashed in his conviction, right?) This is potentially brought on after reading a play called The King in Yellow which the book we read gets its name from.

We don't get much info about the play itself except "references" to it about Carcosa, an otherworldly kingdom that fell into decay and mentions several places connected by lakes. (I'm not sure if they're all cities within the kingdom or neighboring kingdoms.) Supposedly the first act starts as a simple medieval drama but the second act is left very vague except that it "reveals irresistible truths" which drive the reader into madness.

With that out of the way, here's where things get... Interesting?

Out of the asylum, Hildred, at some point before the story takes place, has ended up in the snares of a "Mr. Wilde"; an "eccentric" deformed man with a mutilated arm and face (the story makes note of this at several points) who has an equally twisted delight in abusing his cat until she attacks him and we get the foreshadow that she’s going to kill him at this rate. (I'm sure some of Ghetsis' would love the chance.)

Mr. Wilde may be crazy but he's said to be very smart. As the title "Repairer of Reputation" he gained wealth and power through blackmailing many powerful men and subtly raising an army of over ten thousand under a cult following by use of The King in Yellow and "The Yellow Sign" the king wears. Together they plan to overthrow the US government and begin The Imperial Dynasty of America under their new king Hildred! (Whether Wilde has an army or not is still debatable. Heck even how much influence he has is debatable since we only have Hildred's word to go by. Obviously in Pokemon the answer is yes)

Which is curious since I know a lot of people joked about with BW like... What's this whole deal with kings and the castle ruins? America never had a king.

Ah, but then the parallels come up when Hildred is oh so ready to earn his crown but Wilde tells him there's a problem. His cousin, Louis, is also in line for the throne as they're both descendents from the ancient kingdom of Hyades. And while Hildred thinks himself to be the rightful heir of The Last King, Wilde tells him that he needs to do something about his cousin first and is given a long knife.

But Hildred doesn't want to fight Louis, and the two meet several times through the story over the course of several weeks (months?).

Now up to this point Louis had kinda been in Hilda / Hilbert’s position. At first they seem friendly with each other with Louis being concerned but not intervening with Hildred's ties to Wilde. But over time we see Hildred growing more irritated by Louis' sweet and sometimes boyish nature as he tries to humor him in his delusions even after learning about the whole kingship thing.

Eventually Hildred finally snaps. But instead of killing Louis, he confronts his cousin where he does finally reveal to him about being the King and shows him all the pages of The Imperial Dynasty records to reveal to him what's going on and demand instead that his cousin should abdicate his right to the throne and go into exile! Hildred then ends up running back to Wilde's place and taking his crown and cloak in victory as he thinks he'll finally be king! ...Except Wilde ends up dying on him (finally pushed the cat too far and she murdered him.) Hildred realizes that without Wilde and his conspiracy, he personally doesn't have the means to take over. He has no connection to this “army”, he cannot read the ledger of "powerful men" to manipulate. Without Wilde, he is NOTHING. This fact suddenly has him spiralling into a full on mental breakdown before the police show up with Louis and end up taking Hildred away and we learn later he ended up back in the asylum. (Which is kind of what happens with Ghetsis in the end, he lost the one person holding his plot together, goes into a fit of madness, and albeit much later is one of the few Evil Leaders to actually get arrested.)

-Cough-

So BW doesn't really follow the plot but the point is, I think there’s actually several elements that could be derived from this specific story. The young man brainwashed and convinced he’s going to become king of a perfect society that was lost ages ago, led on by an even more deranged man who appears to have been mangled by the creatures he tortures with delight and who has been making all of the preparations for a full scale government takeover by amassing an army in the shadows. There’s a fight for the throne when it turns out the prophecy speaks of two heirs that need to fight each other, note the second “heir” is completely oblivious to this and just gets dragged into the lunacy more and more as they try to foil the plans of this takeover. And while it doesn’t induce madness automatically, Plasma believes that in order to get people to fall in line, the king merely needs to show the public that they’ve obtained the sacred Dragon which gives them authority, while in this case it’s said that all those who see The Yellow Sign have no choice but to bow down to them.

It’s just… I’m probably grasping at straws, but the parallels I see just have me fascinated.

At least in the end of BW, Ghetsis is the one to have the full out melt down upon realizing without his key to controlling the masses he's nothing instead of N like Hildred did. Not to say N doesn’t have his own lingering issues from all this, but unfortunately Hildred ended up dying in the asylum where I’m sure Louis wished (after offering several times) he could have helped him. At least Hilbert / Hilda may stand a chance.

#Pokemon #Pokemon Black and White #n harmonia #ghetsis #hilda #hilbert #lovcraftian horror #the king in yellow #While it was written by Robert W. Chambers #it's often associated with Lovcraftian horror #mostly in part because Lovecraft borrowed from it #happy halloween

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mymoodwriting · 1 year ago

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7k, yandere, mental asylum, anxiety, questions of sanity, voices in your head, headaches, manipulation, satanic cultists, rituals, temp play, hot candle wax, restraints, needles, drugs, bruises, sore throat, screaming, running, abuse, physical abuse, psychic abilities (@starillusion13)

“Do you remember me?”

You jolted awake, looking around your room only to discover you were alone. You were probably just hearing things, so you got up and did your morning stretches, getting ready for the day. Although it wasn’t that simple.

“Are you ignoring me?”

Whatever this voice was, it seemed to persist, and you refused to acknowledge it. You couldn’t go back down this rabbit hole, especially not now.

“You can’t just forget about me!”

“Shut up!”

You were halfway down the stairs when you shouted, really needing this to stop. Then you noticed your aunt at the foot of the stairs, looking up at you.

“Who are you talking to?”

“No one!”

“Huh?”

“I… I mean you… I thought you said something…”

“That’s no way to talk to your aunt.”

“Sorry…”

You offered an apologetic smile and rushed down, trying to hurry out the front door but your aunt grabbed your arm and held you back. You kept a smile on your face.

“Yes?”

“Are you hearing things again?”

“No. Of course not.”

“Hm… I’m taking you to the hospital.”

“NO!”

Your aunt’s grip on your arm got stronger and she dragged you out of the house. You fought her all the way but she still beat you in the end. Once you were at the hospital you had to calm down a bit, or else you’d only be helping her case.

“Aunt, I’m not crazy!” You pleaded. “I don’t hear voices in my head anymore!”

“That’s not what it looked like today.”

“Aunt!”

You dread stepping foot in that place, and were trying to fight back. Yet you began to feel this throbbing ache in your head. You groaned, your vision starting to fade.

“No, no, no, no, no…”

🖤

You whimpered as you began to regain consciousness, already fearing the worse situation. You didn’t want to open your eyes, but you knew you had to get up at some point. You sighed when you were greeted by a blank ceiling, glancing around the empty room to confirm your aunt had admitted you into the hospital. Your little scene just outside must have made it easy to convince the doctors, so now you had to get yourself out which was easier said than done. At least you weren’t restrained.

The door to your room was locked, so you banged your fist against it and called for someone. A nurse came over, but instead of listening to you they took you to speak with one of the doctors there. You didn’t want to talk to anyone, but you knew now that you had been admitted you’d have to go through the proper procedures in order to get out. Soon enough you found yourself waiting in a small office until the doctor showed up. They greeted you, acting like this was just a regular check up, but this was the last place you wanted to be.

“How are you today?”

“I’m fine. I’d really just like to go home.”

“I understand that, but it’s important-”

“I’m over the age of eighteen, a legal adult, I didn’t consent to being admitted. My aunt doesn’t have the right to lock me up here.”

“Miss y/n you collapsed outside the hospital, this is more of a follow up to that incident than anything else.”

“Well I’m fine. I don’t have a concussion or anything do I?”

“No.”

“See, I’m good. Can I leave now?”

“Physically, you may be alright, but what about mentally?”

“I’m fine as well.”

“Are you sure you don’t want to talk about it?”

“Talk about what?”

“I have looked in your file. You were quite upset when your imaginary friend stopped talking to you, which makes sense as you were just a child. Has something happened in your recent life to trigger a return of your friend?”

“…”

“It’s in your best interest to stay for a few days as we-”

“No. You have no grounds to keep me here.” You stood up. “I’m perfectly fine and don’t-”

You suddenly felt this throbbing ache in your head, finding yourself growing unsteady. You fell to your knees, holding your head, but it wasn’t helping. The doctor came around but their voice sounded muffled. Your vision was fading to black again and you tried to stay awake but ultimately passed out.

🖤

This time, as you regained your consciousness, there was no light, just darkness. Your eyes needed a moment to adjust, but it didn’t bring you comfort. The room seemed to have a different layout, and the world around you was far quieter. You were sitting up when the door suddenly opened and a few people walked in. Before you could ask anything, hands were on you dragging you out of bed and out of the room. You began screaming and demanding answers, but they didn’t listen. You had no idea where they were taking you, but when you entered this room with lit candles scattered around your heart sank.

There were others present, hiding their faces and figures with cloaks. You could see red lines on the floor, noting the candles were specifically placed. While struggling you suddenly felt a prick in your arm, seeing someone pull a needle out of you. Soon enough you began to feel weak, and you were laid out on the floor. Your head was swimming, your heart pounding in your ears from fear. You had no idea what was going on as the dark figures surrounded you and began speaking in a tongue you didn’t understand.

Next thing you knew you were screaming. Someone stood over you, pouring hot wax onto your neck and then trailing it down your chest. Even trying to get it off was difficult and it burned to do so. Nothing made sense around you, it all felt like some bad dream, and you so desperately wanted to wake up. Instead you could feel yourself drifting off, sinking into this void as the pain and darkness swallowed you whole. You feared this was the end of your existence, and you were powerless to do anything.

🖤

You gasped awake, only to immediately grab your throat and whimper from the pain. It was a sign that what you had experienced was very real and not just some vivid nightmare. Now that you were settling into your reality you looked around the room again. This definitely wasn’t the hospital your aunt had admitted you to. After a moment you carefully got up, stumbling your way over to the door. To your surprise it was unlocked, and you stepped out into a quiet hallway. You didn’t hear any sounds of life, but you weren’t alone.

“Welcome home.”

A hoarse scream escaped your lips when you heard the voice again. You grabbed your head, shaking it back and forth. This wasn’t real, none of this could be real. You started moving, slowly going faster and faster, wanting to escape whatever this was. Luckily you found a way out of the building, seeing nothing but trees and wilderness surrounding you. It didn’t make sense, but you just wanted to get away from this place, so you picked a direction and ran. As far as you knew there was nothing but wilderness, and then you came across an abandoned building. You could see the graffiti on the outside, finding it strangely familiar.

Against your better judgment you approached the building, stepping inside. It was empty, but as far as you could tell it hadn’t been abandoned for long, the graffiti wasn’t that faded. As you walked the halls you began to realize the familiarity of it. These symbols were like those you had seen last night, and it sent chills down your spine. You were starting to feel uneasy, your legs shaking and giving out. You collapsed to the floor, crawling back and wanting to get on your feet, but then that voice came back.

“Do you like it?”

You screamed despite the ache, grabbing your head. You wanted nothing more than to wake up from this nightmare, but it was starting to dawn on you this was all very real. The tears began falling, and you really just wanted to go home. You were in your own little despair that you didn’t feel someone else’s presence.

“Hello…”

You gasped, and looked over to see a young gentleman sitting at your side. He stared at you curiously, offering you a warm smile.

“Who… who are you…”

“Taemin, and you?”

“I… I…”

“You’re new here. I haven’t seen your face before. I’m surprised you found this place already.”

“What… what is… here… I’m not…”

“I know.”

“Huh?”

“I believe you. I’ve been here long enough to know what crazy looks like.” Taemin sighed and stared out the window. “It’s unfortunate that you’re here. They won’t help you.”

“What…?”

“Look around. The symbols all over the walls, the state of the main building and this place. The supposed asylum we’re at is run by a bunch of insane cultists worshiping Lucifer. They use their patients for rituals and other things.”

You reached up to grab your throat, images of that night flashing before your eyes. You couldn’t really deny that what had happened last night was a dream, not anymore. This was all real, and it terrified you.

“I need to escape…”

“You can’t.”

“I’ll find a way. I-”

“The perimeter of this asylum is lined with barbed wire fences, and there are cameras all along them as well. There’s no signal out here so you can’t make calls, not that you’d find a phone. No one is waiting for us.”

“Huh?”

“How do you think this place operates? They offer to take away the undesirables from society. Whoever your guardian is, they know you can’t reach them from here and won’t be their problem anymore. Whatever they pay, it’s worth it to get rid of us. That’s why this place is so worn down. All they do is feed us and keep us locked up like animals.”

You didn’t want to believe his words, but it all made too much sense. No way you’d be allowed out of hospital anytime soon after collapsing, twice, especially if your aunt had anything to say about it. She had to raise you ever since your parents passed away. When you were little and had your imaginary friend you knew she saw you as a burden, and that never went away. If she had the chance to send you somewhere else far from her where she’d never have to see you again, you didn’t doubt she’d take it. However much she was paying to keep you here would be worth it in her eyes. Perhaps on her end she thought you were getting some psychiatric care for the voices in your head, but it certainly didn’t matter either way.

“She finally did it… she threw me away…”

“In a strange sense…” Taemin leaned in close, brushing some hair out of your face. “You’re free now.”

“Free?”

“Like I said. They just feed us, the rest is up to us. Come with me.”

Taemin took your hand and pulled you to your feet, leading you out of the room. As you walked down the hall, hand in hand, he took you up a flight of stairs. You began to hear a commotion, to hear the sounds of life. There was laughter and happy chatter, and soon enough you saw other people roaming around. They had smiles on their face and seemed to be enjoying themselves, although you couldn’t understand why. Taemin took you up to the rooftop of the building, having you stand by the edge with him.

All you could see were the tops of trees, but the fresh air was nice. You needed this, a moment to just breathe and process. While you stood there you found yourself realizing just how true Taemin’s words were. Here you felt free. No one had expectations of you, and there was no one you had to appease everyday. You glanced over at Taemin who had his eyes closed and head lifted up to the sun, basking in its warm light. He seemed quite content, even though he had apparently been here for a long time. Seeing him like this gave you a sense of peace. Even though you were scared for what your future held you felt that you’d be alright with him.

“Breakfast will be served in a bit. I’ll show you around before then.”

Taemin took your hand again and led you back down. You realized this build was three stories high and made of concrete. There were all types of miscellaneous items around, and all the people you came across greeted you with a smile on their face. Your throat still ached from the hot wax, and it wasn’t easy to talk, but you had so many questions, and you felt that you could trust Taemin to tell you the truth.

“What is this building?” You asked. “It’s not where I woke up…”

“This is where everyone would rather be, although our beds are elsewhere. You woke up in the main building, where our food is, where we sleep, and where the cameras are.”

“I see… where are the staff?”

“No idea. No one really cares though.”

“Hm.”

There were plenty of activities around to entertain yourself with, but it was all up to you. After getting more familiar with what Taemin called the hideout a loud bell began to sound. You looked around, wondering where the source was coming from.

“It’s just a recording that plays throughout the grounds. It just means breakfast is served.”

“Oh.”

“Let’s go.”

You followed Taemin, others also leaving the hideout and making their way. Everyone seemed to move together, and you could see that a trail had been made into the ground over time. When you got to the main building you were shown to the cafeteria, expecting to see staff, but there was no one. Trays were laid out on a table with classic breakfast foods but that was it.

“Where is… everyone?”

“This is it. They just leave food out for us, and we eat what we want until it’s gone.”

“And you all just… follow the honor system?”

“We’ve known each other for a while now, and we’re all we’ve got. There’s no reason to start a commotion. Besides, if anything gets out of hand then someone will show up and that’s the last thing any of us want.”

“Noted.”

“Since it’s your first time you should get first pick.”

“Wait-”

Taemin took you to the front of the line, and to your surprise everyone let you do so. You felt a bit guilty about it, but no one seemed upset, and Taemin was very encouraging. You got a modest amount of food, not really that hungry, and not entirely trusting the food, but no one else seemed to have an issue with it. You sat with Taemin, and a few others joined you as well, introducing themselves. The atmosphere over breakfast further helped to put you at ease. This may not be a place you willingly came to but you were glad to know everyone was nice. At least the other patients were, and you didn’t really want to know about the staff.

Taemin took you under his wing as he showed you how things worked there. It really seemed like this place was more of a summer camp for adults. All the other patients were around your age, and everyone welcomed you with open arms. Even though you had woken up in a room by yourself, everyone actually slept together in what seemed like a dorm with bunk beds. There were still plenty open and so you could pick one for yourself. The days were yours to do as you pleased with, and you had to admit it was quite enjoyable. It was rather easy to forget why you were here. Taemin made sure you had a smile on your face every morning, always staying by your side as you discovered more and more about this place.

When he took you to the waterfall you were left speechless. You had never seen one in real life before, and stepping into the water almost felt like a dream. Taemin joined you in the water, the two of you starting a bit of a splash fight before you retreated behind the waterfall. The sounds of the water running, and the coolness of this little pocket, it was very soothing. You were soon joined by Taemin, the two of you hiding and resting for a moment. This whole place was feeling more and more like a vacation, and the people around you were like friends.

The pillow fight you had one morning gave you the chance to experience something you never did, and it was wonderful. You were laughing and smiling like never before as all the feathers fell around you. Then you saw Taemin off to the side watching you with a gentle smile on his face. You came over to him and pulled him into the chaos, wanting to share in such a moment, to make this memory together. Everything you were living here was like a dream come true but that fantasy would soon come crashing down. One night you were woken up by a strange noise, looking around to see it was still dark out, yet some beds were empty.

“Taemin…”

You had chosen a bottom bunk, so you could easily get out of bed without waking anyone else. Once you were up you noticed Taemin wasn’t in bed, and heard some noise coming from out in the hall. You carefully peeked your head out, but there was nothing. Yet the noise persisted, so you decided to investigate. When you turned the corner you could see a figure down the hall stumbling around, and go into another room. You slowly approached, coming to what you thought was the laundry room, seeing someone curled up on the floor. For a moment everything seemed okay, and then they yelled and grabbed their head before turning back to face you. Their sudden actions startled you and you collapsed to the floor with a yelp.

“Tae… Taemin… are you okay…”

“I should ask you…”

Taemin took a deep breath and then crawled over to you. As he got closer you could see this pain behind his eyes, something you hadn’t seen before. He offered you a soft smile and took your hand.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to frighten you.”

“What… what happened?”

“Remember how I told you the staff here were cultists…”

“Yeah.”

“I’m not sure what type of rituals they’re performing… but it’s doing something…”

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t know… I get these dizzy spells, we all do… and this headache… I can’t really describe it…”

“Is there anything I can do?”

“I don’t think so. It’s only been getting worse.”

“What are they doing all this for?”

“No idea… they believe their loyalty will be rewarded… so they continue to do all this…”

“Taemin, we have to escape. We need the world to know what they’re doing here and-”

“You ungrateful little girl!”

You yelled and grabbed your head, hearing that voice booming in your mind once again. Taemin looked at you with concern, grabbing your arms.

“Y/n, what’s wrong?”

“This is your home now! Don’t even think about leaving, I won’t let you!”

“Stop… just stop…”

“Y/n, what are you talking about? I’m not doing anything.”

“You can’t leave!”

“Shut up!”

“Y/n… who are you talking to?”

“… no one… it’s nothing…”

“Do you… do you hear a voice in your head?” You could only nod. “You hear him…”

“Him?”

“Lucifer.”

You shook your head violently and screamed. There was no way this voice in your head was the devil, it was just your imagination. Taemin pulled you into his arms, giving you the chance to let the tears flow.

“I’m sorry…”

“No… no it’s not the devil… it’s just my imagination…”

“Is that what you want to believe?”

“Shut up!”

“Take a deep breath, okay? Just deep breaths and focus on my voice, everything’s going to be alright.”

Taemin kept saying reassuring things, holding you close until things began to feel better for you. The voice seemed to quiet down for the moment, but you were still terrified over the implications.

“What’s happening to me…”

“It’s not your fault… they must have already done some rituals with you…”

“When… when I first got here… there was chanting… and they poured hot wax on my throat…”

“Of course… you were brought here because you hear voices.”

“How… how do you know that?”

“We all know why each of us are here… no point in keeping it a secret.”

“Right… but I’m not hearing the devil…”

“They thought you could be the connection they were looking for.”

“No, no I’m not-”

“Sh, it’s okay. As long as we keep this a secret, everything will be fine.”

“And what if they find out?”

“They won’t.”

“Taemin…”

“I… well then maybe we can use this to our advantage…”

“How?”

“I’m not sure… I’ll think of something, but no one can find out that you’re hearing things.”

“Okay…”

“Y/n, look at me. Everything’s going to be fine. We’ll be free in the end. Do you trust me?”

“I do.”

🖤

You stuck close to Taemin, it seemed that the voice didn’t bother you if he was around. Although now you were paranoid. Always looking over your shoulder and worried someone might discover your secret and tell the staff. Taemin was well aware of this, and did his best to distract you, but something changed about him that night too. He got quiet, and you rarely saw his smile anymore, but he was still Taemin. Even if he hadn’t told you, it would have been obvious he had been there the longest given the fact everyone listens to him. Still, in the back of your mind you knew something was wrong.

One morning you had been sleeping in when you began to feel this warmth traveling up your body. It didn’t concern you, but it was enough to stir you from your slumber. As you opened your eyes you saw a blurry figure on top of you, starting to register that the warmth was their hands slowly wrapping around your throat. Now you were alert, moving to get this person off of you only for them to grab your hands and pin them to your sides. You struggled for a bit before realizing who it was, although it only eased your concerns for a bit. Taemin stared down at you curiously, and you felt a bit nervous.

“Taemin… are you okay…”

“Good morning.”

“Morning… what are you doing?”

Taemin didn’t say anything before screaming and grabbing his head, falling off the bed. You quickly got up, grabbing his head and hoping he didn’t hurt himself. He continued to yell and squirm for a bit before seeming to regain his senses.

“Taemin…”

“I’m fine… I’m fine… sorry…”

“What happened?”

“I don’t know… are you alright?”

“Yeah, I’m okay.”

“Sorry…”

“Taemin, we can’t stay like this. It looks like it’s only getting worse for you. We need to get you help, we need to get away from this place.”

“It’s not that easy.”

“But we have to try.”

Taemin closed his eyes and took a deep breath, remaining in his arms. He wanted this moment to last, to never leave it, but there were still things to do before he could have what he wanted. He had an idea, but he wasn’t sure how you’d take it.

“Y/n.”

“Hm?”

“What if we told the truth.”

“What? You mean about me?”

“Yes.”

“I thought… but if they know…”

“We can take control.”

“Huh?”

“You’re the connection between them, and what they’ve been worshiping. They’ll listen to what you say, you’re basically their prophet.”

“But… but how does this work for us?”

“Once you gain their trust, you can tell them anything you want, and they’ll do it.”

“Yeah, but they won’t just let me leave… not any of us.”

“Which is why we don’t ask, but work it in. Everyone here wants freedom, so they’ll be on our side.”

“I like this idea.”

“Shut up.”

“We can both be free this way.”

“And you’ll leave me alone?”

“That seems to be the outcome.”

“And how do I know I can trust you?”

“You think you’re the only person I can speak to?” A sinister chuckle filled your head. “I can tell others about you, expose you and work against you in this plan if I so desire. How do you think you got here?”

“What does that mean? What did you do!”

“Not much honestly. A simple whisper here and there, a name, a location, a reason. You’ve heard my voice before, so it makes you the perfect candidate.”

“Before… you mean… when I was little… it was you…”

“Yes. It’s always been me, and my power has only grown now that I’m here. So I suggest you cooperate before I make you.”

“What’s he saying?” Taemin questioned. “Will he help us?”

“I…”

“I’m in control here, so don’t try anything funny.”

“Y/n?”

“I… I don’t think he’ll help… but he won’t work against us…”

“Okay, that’s good.”

“How? What’s your plan here?”

“Do you trust me?”

“Yes.”

“Then just follow my lead.”

Taemin didn’t share his plan right away, wanting to move past the morning first and for both of you to be in a better headspace. After eating you went to the waterfall, enjoying the fresh air and the sounds of the water.

“Y/n.”

“Hm?”

“If we do this… we have to go all in, no hesitation.”

“… what’s your plan?”

“I need you to understand this won’t be easy, and you might not like it.”

“Are you sure it’ll work?”

“Yes.”

“Okay. Whatever it is, I’ll do it.”

“Promise?”

“Yes. I promise.”

It wasn’t until you heard the plan did you understand Taemin’s concern. His idea wasn’t pretty, nor was it kind. He wanted you to gain the trust of the director, and convince him to perform a specific ritual. This would be the ultimate test of their loyalties where they would sacrifice their own lives in order to summon their master, and they would be rewarded with their own resurrection. Like you had promised, you’d go through with the plan, and if this was it, then you needed to swallow your fears and commit. Your only real question now was how you would get an audience with the director, but Taemin already had an answer for that.

Since there were cameras along the perimeter, that’s where you would go to draw attention. It sounded a bit dangerous, but Taemin assured you that everything would be okay. You went over the plan a few times before putting it into motion. Taemin pointed you in the right direction, and left you alone so you wouldn’t feel embarrassed. You took a deep breath and worked yourself up, needing to be under stress for this to work. As you walked you began to get into the headspace, eventually deciding to run. You kept moving until you came to the fence, crashing against it and screaming. You made a few failed attempts to climb it, and ultimately collapsed to the floor hugging your knees.

At this point the tears were real. You were so caught up in your head, so afraid of what would happen if this didn’t work that you didn’t realize you weren’t alone for long. You felt something poke you and looked up to see three people dressed in white surrounding you, each holding what you assumed to be a stun baton. The fear was real, but you had to continue with the plan. After a moment of silence you sprung to life and started crawling over to one of the figures, begging for help because the voices wouldn’t stop. You honestly thought you would have been hit, but you never were. Instead you made it to hug one of their legs, crying and begging to make it stop.

“Who are you speaking to?”

You looked over to see a fourth person, and his features matched what Taemin had told you, this person was the director. He squatted down to meet you at eye level, a reassuring smile on his face. You found it disgusting, but you couldn’t blow this.

“His name is Andre Stevenson. A loyal worshiper of the devil since he was sixteen, never been married. Speak to him like a child, it’ll boost his ego.”

“Can… can you help me… please, Mr. Stevenson…”

“What did you call me?”

“Your name… Andre Stevenson… he says you’re a good friend… and that you can help me…”

“Who said that?”

“Him… he’s in my head… please help me… he wants out, I want him out…”

“He wants out?”

“Yes… he says you met when you were sixteen… and should get a present for being so good…”

“I like the sound of that.”

“Can… can you make him go away…”

“That depends. What can I do?”

“He says… he says he wants… he wants to meet you…”

“Does he? And how would we do that?”

“He… he says there’s a way…”

“Go on.”

This was the part that got you nervous. The director wasn’t a stranger to rituals, but one that involved taking his own life, you weren’t sure how he’d take it. Although before you could speak the plan the voice in your head began feeding you line. You couldn’t disobey, and repeated what he said. This new ritual seemed far more real, and far more dangerous. The director listened, seeming to understand and see that you weren’t making things up.

“Well then, I suppose we should get started.” The director said. “Go back to your room now, everything is going to be okay.”

Despite your condition, they only seemed to care about what you had told them. Others pried you off the person you had been holding on to, throwing you to the ground. They all walked off and you soon found yourself alone again. You were relieved to see that the plan worked, or at least it seemed that way for now. You slowly got on your feet, making your way back to the main building. Along the way you found Taemin.

“How did it go?”

“It worked… although things did change.”

“What do you mean?”

“The voice… I think it told me a real ritual… I had to repeat it…”

“Are you okay?”

“I don’t know… if they actually summon the devil… I don’t know what will happen…”

“One problem at a time.”

To ease your mind Taemin took you to your favorite spot, the waterfall. You partially wanted to clean yourself off from interacting with the staff, deciding to get in the water. Taemin joined you after a while, and the two of you went over to your little spot behind the waterfall, helping you relax all the more.

“Taemin.”

“Hm?”

“If this works, what are you gonna do?”

“Uh… I’m not sure. I can’t really go home. There’s no guarantee I won’t get sent somewhere else. What about you?”

“I think I’m in the same boat. I don’t really have a home to go back to.”

“You can stay with me, and be my queen. I can give you everything.”

“No.”

“Y/n, focus on me.”

“I’m fine.” You assured. “I’m not listening to the voice in my head.”

“That must be hard since you’ve heard it before when you were a child. What was it like?”

“Honestly… it was kinda nice. I had a friend I could always talk to, so I wasn’t alone.”

“And the voice went away eventually, right?”

“It was so sudden, and it made no sense. Everyone just told me I was growing up, but I knew something was wrong. I guess it finally makes sense now. I wasn’t imagining things, and they really just disappeared. I missed them… I shouldn’t.” You sighed. “What about you? I don’t know why you’re here, yet you say you’ve been here the longest. That is if you want to share.”

“It’s alright. I’d honestly say our stories are similar.”

“Are they?”

“I spoke to someone who wasn’t there too, and it drove my parents nuts. They tried therapy but I still had my friend, and I didn’t want to let go. Eventually they got tired of me and sent me away. I bounced around a few places and then wound up here. Whatever they’ve been doing, it has some effect. I’ve begun to hear more voices in my head ever since I got here.”

“It’s strange… making friends with someone who’s not really there with you… you have good memories, yet you feel so alone too…”

“You don’t have to be alone anymore, or ever again.”

“Thanks, Taemin.”

As it was getting late you got out of the water and made your way back, going to this small fenced off area. You weren’t sure what it used to be but you could see others there as well. Some fires were going, but everyone was enjoying themselves. Music was being played by makeshift instruments, and you quite liked the vibe. Taemin pulled you close to dance as the sun set, bringing a smile to your face. You had to admit, things were better with him around.

“Taemin.”

“Yeah?”

“I’m really glad I met you.”

“Me too.” Taemin smiled. “After tonight, we can all breathe easy.”

Everything seemed to be going well, and then you suddenly heard yelling. What you could only describe as staff members arrived and ambushed everyone. Some tried to run but they’d wind up caught and sedated. Taemin took your hand, snapping you out of your frozen state and pulling you along. There wasn’t really anywhere to go, so you were both caught and sedated as well. Your fear from before came back, crashing down on you as darkness swallowed you whole.

🖤

As you began to open your eyes again your senses were returning to you. Things were still blurry, but when you tried to move you realized you were restrained. You were laid back and tied down to some type of table. You tried to free yourself, but you were still out of it from the drugs. You did hear a bit of a commotion, managing to look around and see Taemin struggling with some of the staff members. You tried to speak, but that only got the attention of someone else. A hand came down to pull your head back and to the side.

“… stop… whatever…”

“Sh, save your strength for tonight.”

You felt a pinch on your neck and drifted off again, uncertain if Taemin would be alright, or if you would be. When you woke up later you found yourself laying on the cold hard ground. As you opened your eyes you could see that you were surrounded by darkness, the only light coming from the candles that were around. Your hands were tied behind your back, and your legs tied together. You managed to get up on your knees, looking around and realizing you were at the center of a pentagram again. You began to notice the cloaked figures as well, and they all seemed to have someone on their knees before them, the other patients.

“You’re finally awake.”

You looked up to see the director standing in front of you, Taemin on his knees with a knife to his throat. You yelled and tried to move closer but the director only pressed the blade further against Taemin’s neck. You feared he’d draw blood so you stopped.

“What are you doing? This isn’t how the ritual is supposed to go!”

“The ritual requires a sacrifice, many, and I don’t see why it has to be and my followers when we have plenty of lambs.”

“That’s not how it works!”

“A sacrifice is a sacrifice.”

“This is a test of loyalty! And you dare question-”

“Has he said anything? Is he unhappy? Everything seems to be working, so let us proceed.”

“Do not be afraid.”

The director raised his blade, as did others, but then Taemin started laughing. It filled the air, creating a sense of uneasiness. Everyone seemed to freeze, not sure what was going on.

“Apologies…” Taemin chuckled. “It wasn’t supposed to go like this, but I couldn’t get everyone’s loyalties.”

For a moment the world was still, and then everything came to life. No one else besides you had been restrained, the others held down by the threat of the knife, but now that was gone. They sprung up and attacked those that were in cloaks, taking their weapons and using them against them. You heard screaming and immediately shut your eyes, not wanting to witness anything yourself. It was all happening so fast that the only thing you were aware of was your racing heartbeat. Then slowly you realized it had gone quiet. You carefully peeked your eyes opening, seeing the candles were out and there was only darkness.

“It’s over now.”

You heard footsteps approaching, making you tremble. When you felt a hand on your shoulder you jumped, but you were held still. Someone reached down to undo your restraints, freeing your hands and legs.

“You don’t have to be scared anymore.”

Whoever helped you walked around and stood before you, holding their hand out. You couldn’t make out their face in the darkness, and then the lights came on. You needed a moment to adjust, and then you saw Taemin.

“… Taemin… I don’t understand…”

“You’re safe now.”

Your eyes went wide as you finally put it together. Hearing the voice and seeing his face, it clicked. Although you weren’t sure you wanted to believe it.

“… you… it’s you… has it always…”

“You’re far more beautiful than I could have imagined.”

“… how… I don’t… how?”

“I’ve always been special. I could hear everyone else, and I could speak to others in their head too. Of course it drove my parents mad and they threw me away. Eventually I wound up here. No outside contact, no way of escape. These people were crazy, and I wasn’t going to reveal myself to them. As you can imagine I was very uncooperative too.” Taemin knelt down to meet your eyes. “Yet that wouldn’t stop these people from performing their rituals on me. I’m not sure what their goal was, but it did something. It made my power stronger, and made me realize I could use it to my advantage. Of course by then I knew none of these cultists would listen to me, nor would they listen to the others, so I needed someone new.”

“… you mean me…”

“Yes. My power had grown stronger, I could reach someone further away, and after some time I found you again.”

“You made me look crazy!”

“I know you’re not, but I also know no one else would believe you. A few whispers here and there to push our dear director in the right direction to bring you here. An average girl like you hearing voices isn’t normal, so it certainly gave him incentive.”

“So this whole time… you’ve been running things here…”

“The number of patients is greater than the staff, and they are easy to get in line. Everyone wants to believe in a higher power after all.”

“You mean… all of this… you’ve had it planned from the start… what they did to me when I came here…”

“I had to make sure you wouldn’t so easily speak to others until I met you, and also plant the idea that you could speak to their dear master.”

“You’re crazy!”

“I set you free.” Taemin stated. “I got you away from your poor excuse of a guardian, from the institution that would actually drive you insane, and now you’re here with me. You’re free.”

“Am I?”

“We can make our own future now.” Taemin leaned in close, whispering into your ear. “You have a gift of your own, and I would like to see it bloom.”

Taemin took your hand and helped you to your feet, leading you outside. You were still in your own head, processing everything that had just happened, and what Taemin had revealed to you. It was still dark out, the moonlight shining down, and the sky full of stars. Besides the moon there was still the light from the burning fires, and the others were dancing around and smiling like before, as if nothing had happened.

“You don’t have to be alone anymore.”

You looked over at Taemin, seeing that beautiful smile on his face again. He could just make all your worries wash away with that look, and you were really considering just letting him. Despite how things have turned out, you couldn’t just forget all the good times you had experienced here.

“Have you ever seen the sunrise?”

“… no…”

“It’s beautiful, you’ll love it.”

Taemin kept walking, and soon enough you slipped out of his hand. He immediately stopped and looked back at you. He didn’t say anything, didn’t need to, and held his hand out to you again, gesturing for you to take it. Nobody really knew you were here, nobody cared, and no one would probably ever know what happened here either. It’s like you disappeared from the world when you came here, leaving behind any expectations and responsibilities you had. In a sense you were free, and the road before you was to be whatever you wanted it to be. So you took a breath, followed by a step forward, taking Taemin’s hand. He was content with your choice and the two of you walked side by side now on the same road as free spirits. The future was in your own hands, and you would face it all together.

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