#hh : haunted home

[assorteda]

Clown Art Month | Day 18 + 19: Feather + Malice

Some oc lore for this this piece 👀

Is she trapped or contained?

[bigcats-birds-and-books]

Books of 2024: HOW TO SELL A HAUNTED HOUSE by Grady Hendrix.

Last read for my Haunted House Era™. I haven't read anything by Hendrix, yet, but he's been on my radar for a while--I love fucked up, funny things, so I'm hoping this'll be right up my alley!

[kamigui]

Okay, it isn't the Hunt VS Hunted AU, but inspired by your Haunted House AU. I figured I'd share directly since the shadowban is making things Wonky. 

It is in the style of a Broadway Musical script, since I'm experimenting with the writing styles and formats. Either way, I hope you enjoy this! 

https://mariipun.tumblr.com/post/723142831073607680/scene-3-part-2-idk-what-to-title-this 

[nina-ya]

HI NINA!! I hope ur doing well, for some reason I never realized your requests are open but ive had this little idea with me for a while and I would really like to see it written ;))

can I request law × reader whos like a spirit or ghost kind of?? But only law can see them for some reason. Also reader is not dead hh they might be a spirit because of a curse or something maybe...

maybe a little angsty (or very)?? Either way, I can't wait to see what you write :)) i love ur work sossoooo much and thank uu!!

A/N: HIIIIIIII I had a lot of fun with this idea actually I DO HOPE YOU ENJOY!! Angst really gets me in my feels and I kinda left it to the possibility of a p2 if anyone ever wanted it :'))) Pairing: Law x reader CW: None really just angst towards the end WC: 2k

You sighed to yourself. Another pirate had arrived, their purpose unclear- were they here for treasure? A place to rest? Or to investigate the rumors of the haunted building? Said building is being haunted by you, of course. You hadn’t intended for the place to become a spectacle that would send even the toughest pirates screaming for their mothers, but the curse condemning you to the spirit world left you with little control over this, so you had to make the most out of it, right? You gave up hope long ago that you would be able to be freed from the clutches of curse. You wandered city to city. You even stowed away on pirate ships to go to different islands, desperate to find a miracle that would help, but that all got tiring and soon enough you called the building you resided in your new home.

From the rafters, you peered down at the interesting pirate that had just entered. He sported a spotted hat, matching pants, and a halfway unbuttoned dress shirt that revealed one of the many heart themed tattoos adorning his skin. 

His voice filled the room, muttering about the rumors of the haunted building, and frustration surged within you. This intruder had disrupted your quiet evening, prompting you to cut his visit short and scare him off. You swung off the rafters and landed on a cabinet with an open door, slamming it shut with a great deal of force.

The metallic sound of a sword unsheathing sliced through the air as the man focused on the source of the disturbance. His eyes locked onto yours, momentarily causing panic through you. Could he truly see you? You questioned the possibility for a moment, but rationalized that he was only looking in your general direction rather than directly at you.

“Who are you?” He asked, his voice demanding.

A shiver ran down your spine as the weight of his gaze fell upon you. ‘Impossible,’ you thought, ‘there’s no way he’s talking to me.’

“I suggest you answer my question before you regret it,” he stated, a blue orb materializing in an outstretched hand.

Disbelief filled your senses as you responded. “Wait, wait, wait… hold on… you can see me?” you stammered, trying to understand the reality that is unfolding before your eyes.

“Quit playing games; of course I can see you,” he replied, his voice unwavering.

You stumbled over your words as you tried to satiate his demands, “I’m sorry, it’s just… well, you’re the first person that’s seen me like this.”

Law grew impatient, and with a quick motion, he enclosed you in the blue bubble of his room, slashing at you. Yet, that was a futile effort as the force passed through you without a trace. Frustration bubbled within him as he attempted again and again, the uselessness of his efforts quickly settling in.

“What the hell is the meaning of this?” He finally snapped, his voice filled with irritation and subtle curiosity.

“Let me explain!” you pleaded, taking the opportunity to share your story. “I’ve been like this for a while and I think I’m a ghost? I can’t really tell.”

"A ghost? Really?" Law sighed, his skepticism obvious. "Okay, whatever, go on."

A sigh of relief escaped you as you continued your story. The tale of encountering a curse, the passage of time, and the unexplainable circumstances that left you in this state spilled from your lips. However, Law rolled his eyes and cut you off.

"I don't know what kind of fun you gain from telling this story to people, but it's not going to work on me," he declared, moving to leave the building, his patience gone.

Desperation filled you as you chased after him in a plea to be heard. "Wait! Please! I promise I am not making this up."

"Yeah, yeah, go find some other oblivious person to fool," he retorted, rounding a corner, making his exit.

You positioned yourself in his path. "Wait! Give me a chance! Don't leave yet!" Your desperate voice rang out.

He rolled his eyes at you, "would you shut up and leave me alone?" he barked back, the force of his words drawing the attention of passersby. Some stopped  in their tracks, casting curious glances your way, while others continued their journey with judgment evident in their glances.

He looked around, noticing the stares. "Look, now you're bringing attention to us," he said, irritation dripping from his features.

The whispers of the crowd filled his ears, 'Us?' 'Is he okay?' 'Why is he talking to the air?'

A sense of unease settled over Law as the judgmental murmurs were made clear to him. Clenching his jaw to hold off a retort, he shot you a silent look that said, 'Follow me,' before walking away.

Back inside the building, the door barely closed when Law spoke up, his tone unchanged, "So, a ghost, you say?"

You sighed in relief at the opportunity to explain. "I… I mean, I think so? A ghost or a spirit, or any other synonym would probably be my best guess."

"Your best guess? Do you not know what happened to you?"

"No! I really don't," you admitted with a sigh. "All I know is that one day, I messed with some people that I shouldn't have, and well… I'm like this now."

His face remained expressionless, a calculating gaze fixed upon you. The silence stretched, and you couldn't bear it any longer. A nervous chuckle escaped you. "So, uh, I guess I have to properly introduce myself to the first human I've spoken to in a while, huh." You extended your hand for a shake, revealing your name. Law hesitated for a moment before reaching out. His hand enveloped yours for just a moment, then phased right through.

You nervously laughed again, retracting your hand at the failed handshake. "Ah, I'm sorry about that. I don't know why I thought that would work."

"But you were able to slam that cabinet just fine earlier?" Law questioned.

"Will you kill me if I say I'm not sure why?" you replied sheepishly.

"How would I kill you when you're practically dead?" Law retorted, his deadpan delivery drawing a smile from you. 

“Not dead, just cursed.” you correct him. “I don’t see much of a difference.” 

Your laughter filled the building, a sound that seemed out of place, but it certainly felt good. It was the first time in a long long while since you genuinely laughed and had fun. Law didn’t seem to share your amusement, though. He eyed you with a raised eyebrow. As your laughter dissipated into chuckles, you felt a warmth inside of you.

“Laughing, huh? You sure you’re not trying to trick me?” Law asked, still seemingly skeptical about this whole situation.

Your smile quickly turned into a frown at his doubts. “What? No, I just…” you start but trail off, seemingly unable to form any words.

An awkward pause fell between the two of you. He just couldn’t understand your predicament. Law is the first to break the silence. “Maybe it’s time for you to get out of here and try and find a way to get back to your old self.”

“You don’t get it,” you said quietly, your voice filled with despair. “I can’t just do that. I’ve tried, trust me. For years I’ve tried, but I'm tied to this life.” For a moment, Law's doubts faded as he saw the desperation in your eyes, and he decided to give you a chance. He walked over to the nearest wall and sat on the floor, leaning against it. He saw your confusion and he gestured to the floor in front of him, nonchalantly saying, “I have a feeling that you have quite the story to tell me, so go on.

- - -

As the night deepened, the two of you found yourselves engaged in an unexpectedly long conversation. You opened up more about your predicament, telling Law every detail you could about the curse, telling him about your human life, your past, and even your fears. He opened up to you as well. You learned that he was the captain of a crew, that he was a former warlord, and he even showed you his tattoos.

The light of the moon filtered through the dusty windows, and the conversation flowed into more lighthearted topics. You learned that you had much more in common with him than you originally had thought. You even learned about some of his quirks such as his distaste for bread. 

As the first rays of sunlight slowly started to replace the moonlight, you two found yourselves in an odd state of comfort. The two of you talked throughout the night and not once have you run out of things to say. 

“I’ll help you break the curse,” Law declared, his words causing a momentary pause in your thoughts. Your eyes widened in disbelief and gratitude. Unable to contain yourself, you impulsively find yourself throwing yourself at Law, wrapping your arms around him in a tight hug.

The world stood still as you held the hug, and Law could only widen his eyes in shock at the feeling of the touch. Then the realization hit you– your arms were wrapped around him. You were actually hugging him. Embarrassment soon washed over you as you became aware of the awkwardness of the situation. You pulled away abruptly, your features emanating embarrassment, and you cleared your throat. 

A pause fell over the two of you as both of you tried to grapple with the reality of the uncharted territory of physical contact. “Uh, sorry about that,” you mumbled sheepishly.

Law nodded in understanding, though he still seemed taken aback. “No harm done, right? Let’s focus on breaking that curse.” He looked out of the window as he finished his sentence and his voice filled with urgency as he realized the time. “I have to go now,” he explained, regret in his voice. “But, I’ll be back tonight. I will help you figure this out.” Through the sudden disappointment, you nodded in understanding. “Thank you,” you whispered.

Law nodded at you before making his exit. He left you alone, and the quietness that you were oh so familiar with. You eagerly awaited his return, and as the night came about, you stared out the windows looking for any sign of him, but to no avail. You occupied your mind with feeble excuses, convincing yourself that he might just be running late and that he will come for you. But as the night turned into days, that wait stretched agonizingly long and uncertain. 

Morning after morning, you wandered the island, hoping to find some sign of Law, just to be filled with a growing sense of abandonment instead.  You questioned every bit of Law’s promise, wondering if you had just gone insane and made up that conversation to make yourself feel a little less lonely. The desolation you felt before was nothing to this new crushing weight of shattered hope.

The loneliness settled in, and with every sunset that passed, your hope vanished further. That is, until you were searching the island for him, and you saw fresh wanted posters plastered across the walls. There he was. Law’s face was among them. The realization that he was not even around anymore hit you like a truck. He went off to do other better things rather than fulfilling some stupid promise with someone he just met. The memory of your interaction replayed in your mind, the hug lingering in your mind more than you’d like to admit.

In a moment of frustration and despair, you tore the wanted poster off the wall, startling those who were nearby. Tears flowed freely as Law's absence filled you with despair. His presence had filled a hole you hadn't even realized existed, and now that he was gone, that hole seemed even bigger than before. Now you were left with the dreaded thought that you may never truly break this curse.

[littlesheeneffect]

She's My Husband (Part 9) ❤️

Miles Maitland x yn (AFAB Genderfluid)

I suppose we fell asleep on the couch, cause when I woke the next morning it was in a cold, fireless room, to the warm chest rumble of snoring.

My eyes slowly stirred, laziness haunting them to drift back into the sweet embrace of sleep, how could one not when laying in Miles' enveloping arms? 'Wait- Miles's arms?!'

I sharply inhaled, realization striking me, he and I had fallen asleep on the couch the night before, still wrapped in eachothers embrace from exhaustion.

'Ohhh-h-hh!' I shuttered in my mind, as I began to blush at the feeling that bloomed throughout me. The feeling and sight of his chest slowly heaving against my half-seated self; followed by the view of his shoulders slumped slightly down as his arms tangled around my upper waist. Oh the comfort and perfection of imperfections. I could've stayed right there in that moment, watching as he huffed deeply in his sleep, eyelids flickering every now and again, lips weightfully soft, and his hair disheveled. Only then did I realize he'd worn a silver earring in his left ear the day before, as I shifted slightly and some of his curls fell behind his ear.

Just then, he stirred slowly and slightly prayed his eyes open. A smile quickly appeared as he huskily whispered, "Morning love" with a wink. At the same time, he loosened the tie about his neck a bit and pulled me back down, making me blush a bit more- though thankfully it was shaded in the cloth of his chest, "Morning Miles".

"Mmmmm", he moaned stretching out his arms from about me, into the cold air. An unusual shiver coursed through me, though I knew I was not cold. His chin rested on my head, as he began, the gravel of his voice vibrating deeply.

"I think I should get some of my things from the Hall today.. Coast should be clear enough for that after last night, don't ya think darling?" I smiled jubilant at his insinuation, "So, y-you'd like to stay here for a bit longer? Or, or maybe.. move in?"

We both slowly sat up, his hair crazy with sleep and a flush crimsoning his face as he spoke, "Well, I, I mean if you are alright with it y/n. I don't want to barge in and take your house over! I mean, I love being with you, every single second. I wish I could wake up like this for the rest of my life, y/n. You are my love, darling. So, I, I suppose so."

I burst into a smitten chuckle, and instantly found my hand longingly caressing his forehead and face. "Oh, Miles," was all I was able to sigh. Breathing deeply in, the framilar sent of his cherry sherry and oak.

He grew flamboyantly bashful, tipping his head about and arching his shoulder up. "Oh please darling, do this to me and you may regret it- I have a wonderful knack at things crimson and obscene." His slight smile and words, I suddenly laughed.

"Oh jolly good- I warn you y/n," he grew grave and slightly embarrassed the rouge ever increased on his cheeks, "It can become quite horrid." At the end he muttered with a sort of pouting face.

"Miles, Miles, Miles" I shook my head as I uselessly helped straighten his tie, "You are a doll. My doll," I smiled, pulling a reaction worthy of a thousand years, when I laid a soft quick kiss on his left cheek.

He beamed and leaped from the couch like a child, talking about how we would have a wonderful day at the park and he'd get the best bottle of fine wine he could find for ourselves. To celebrate our new shared home together as lovers, secret life's in the world.

..... To Be Continued....

[ittybittyluci]

Not me eagerly awaiting Epic the Musical’s Underworld Saga release because I feel like it’s going to make for some KILLER HH crossover in the form of horrific Lucifer angst. Like, I’ve already got some ideas flowing. Whether anything comes of them who knows? Whether I remember them? WHO KNOWS. But as of right now? MMM so excited.

Like, just picture this w/ me for a second (I’m gonna put my brain-rot fantasies after the cut for all of y’all who could not give less of a shit):

Imagine the song “The Underworld.”

“This land confuses your mind / When does a man become a monster? / 558 men who died under your command”

It starts with Lucifer closing his eyes, then opening them in like a pitch black environment.

“Captain, Captain, Captain, Captain!”

The first three have of him running into like— more angelic spears which corral him into a corner. The last one he like looks up at just sees ALL the angels glaring at him.

“Why would you let the Cyclops live when ruthlessness is mercy!”

Here I imagine it starts w/ flashbacks of him giving Eve the apple. Then, there’s is like a giant black snake forms from/behind/around the angel and in some way like kinda just.. “consumes” Lucifer, like it jumps up in the air, comes back down on him. He flinched, and when he opens his eyes again he’s alone, on the ground in Hell, covered in blood, and has his demonic traits showing. Idk, just something super symbolically horrific that would def be something u see in a nightmare.

“All I hear are screams… / Every time I dare to close my eyes / I no longer dream / Only nightmares of those who’ve died. / (Nothing’s what it seems) Nothing’s what it seems / but in the underworld the past seems close behind”

Here Lucifer is just looking around at all the carnage and graphic depictions Hell has to offer. I also imagine at some point he sees his own demonic form and like— physically jumps back in fear/repulsion. Just like real graphic, horrific, nightmare fuel. The frames go by somewhat quickly, just a jumbled mess of gore and violence and terror.

“I keep thinking of the infant from that night / I keep thinking of the infant from that night.”

The like gorey images get faster, but also mixed in are actual images of him falling, angellic spears, him giving Eve the apple, Lilith, basically everything that you could imagine is part of his trauma. Like, they just flash by the screen faster and faster on repeat until u can’t even rlly tell what they are anymore. Then, after the second repeat of the verse, the music stops abruptly and he sits up straight in bed, looks around, realizes it was a dream, then it’s just a wide shot of him alone in his room, looking haunted and tired but not panicked anymore.

Idk if I would want him to be staying at the Hotel, or in his castle in his big like King sized bed w/ half the bed not slept in, but either way yummy angst.

——

Haha, oops, went on a little ramble there. Oh well. Hopefully someone will care and agree that this would be bombed. Or not. Who rlly gives a shit? Not me, I just needed to write this down XD.

I also have another idea for the song No Longer You but I’m not gonna go on a whole spiel, and instead just say it starts at “But that’s not a world I know” w/ Luci looking in the mirror at his demon form. Then form “I see a song of past romance” onward is Lucifer reflecting back on Lilith, the apple, his Fall, etc. Then finally on “But it’s no longer you” flash back to present day Lucifer who kinda just sighs and (maybe) sheaths his demonic attributes sadly/ashamed oh b4 walking away.

—

MMM don’t u love when you just have all the ideas but you forgot your stylus at home so you can’t even TRY to attempt to start a project ur never gonna finish?

[marzipanandminutiae]

Finished A Haunting On the Hill. Assorted thoughts without spoilers:

At first I wondered why Hill House was focusing on all of them equally instead of picking a single victim from the beginning the way it did with Eleanor. Then I realized that bringing it a bunch of traumatized queer theater people is basically like presenting someone with a Golden Corral buffet

My babygirl (32) is all grown up (dead for 60 years) and haunting the narrative (Hill House, only appearing as anything like a distinct figure for like 5 seconds near the end while the story focuses more on a random Merricatcore teen boy OC, in terms of past victims)

This felt like a...different take on HH, I guess? More focused on the house as an unequivocally evil entity whereas in the original, I sympathized with it a bit. HOWEVER. I recognize that the original has one POV and it's that of a woman slowly falling under the house's spell. So I don't hold the altered perspective against it- and there's something of Eleanor's mindset in the house's chosen tribute this time around, as the story unfolds

I thought Eleanor feeling at home there was as much a product of her own independent IssuesTM and outlook on the world as manipulation by the house. However, the way it was presented in the story as purely the latter, this time around, worked for me because that attitude was explored.

I don't prefer the interpretation that it's just one of Hill House's tricks myself- shocker to anyone who knows me -but I can accept it as a valid reading. If that makes sense

This is definitely a more Modern Horror take on the house, which I did not enjoy when it became jarring. No actual body horror/gore, but it leaned way more in that direction a few times than I liked

My biggest complaint: too much showing; not enough leaving things up to the reader's feverish imagination

That was one of the original's biggest strengths and what makes it, still, ranked among the scariest novels of all time. This go-around, you see EVERYTHING the characters see, and they are always within sightline of the Weirdness. No mysterious noises from the other side of a door. Nobody glancing back and shrieking at someone to not do the same. Just "there was an apparition/object moving/sound without a source and the character was in the same room and here's what it was."

Hill House bby who filled you with modern trash furniture. I will kill them and not in a fun, subsume-y way. It's realistic but Thanks I Hate It regardless (not a writing criticism)

I DO adore the genre of "the present looking back on a historical fiction story or a work that has since become historical fiction" so that aspect was fun. Reddit threads about Hill House- I bet they're legendary

Overall: A fun, fast read. Did not reach into my brain and heart and Pull Levers the way Haunting of Hill House did, but I generally enjoyed it

We all get something different out of Hill House- or it gets something different out of us

[trashogram]

I'm not in the HH/HB fandoms, so I can't offer angst ideas for them... But I think I have some to offer for the weasels.

1. To follow the theme today; cheating. I can't see Psycho or Stupid cheating, I feel like this could better apply to Wheezy, Smartass, and Greasy. Greasy especially. Maybe not even sexual cheating. Like, in your writing they are enamored with reader because of her kindness. Maybe when someone else is kind to them, they subconsciously latch onto that second person too? (I hate this! It breaks my heart! 😭)

2. The reader finding out about the plan to dip Toontown. Killing individual toons for the judge was bad enough. But the whole town??? Your home (if you're a toon)??? You want to call the authorities, but... These are your boys! You still love them!... Maybe you can convince them otherwise?? You are their gal, and they love you too, so it has to work... Right?

3. I got an ask a while ago for this; imagine their S/O passing away. Whether by natural means, or... Otherwise. They all fall into their own downward spirals, and make it their mission to find whoever may have caused your death. Likewise, imagine receiving the news that your little boogle is gone. They died laughing, but Smartass was dipped and not even his soul remains.

This is what I've got. I hope you have fun with these ^^

Angst of all kinds is welcome today! I love to wallow :)

I have considered this actually! I mean for Greasy — I’ve debated whether or not his pervert tendencies would have him constantly skirt-chasing even if Reader was locked in as the Toon Patrol’s S/O. It would def feel like a low blow to see any of them go after another just because they showed the weasels a bit of kindness tho :’(

THIS is why I love the contrast between ‘good, kind S/O’ and evil bastard(s) pairing. Because they WON’T change their plans/minds and it’s agonizing. Like is my love really not enough? Truly? AaaaaaHhhhhhh

I will not get over Smartass getting dipped. At least the other boys can haunt you! Still, I can see Reader hearing they died laughing and she starts laughing but it’s not out of humor, it’s more shocking and quickly devolves into gut-wrenching sobs.

[lore-gore]

Also PLEASE post about your oc! I'm trying to get up the courage to make one for hh x3

Finally! It's time! My most detailed oc that I've been working on for five years! (I am so nervous about sharing this)

Originally they were a self insert but grew to become their own character. (Which is why we have the same name. So I suppose they are both a self insert and an oc?)

I'm including bio, relationship with characters, and scene inserts

Hopefully this does not come off as cringe (I better get complements or I will cry)

Tw for death, murder, violence, bullying, obsession, stalking, mentioned kidnapping, shipping with alastor because why not, British people

Also tag me when you make yours!!!

@myroanokenightmare666 @frilledshark-enthusiast @astral--horrorshow you prommied

Bio:

Lorelai "Lore" Dagenhart

The token spooky weird goth character

Ghost Demon (based on an onryo)

She/They

AFAB Nonbinary

Biromantic Asexual

24

Autistic

Goth

British

From Birmingham

Chaotic neutral

Scorpio

Gen Z

Born October 31, 1999

Died October 31, 2023

Stabbed in the heart

Killed her old bullies (The four main ones; failed to kill the last one. Or did they?)

Was bullied severely (called names and slurs, beaten up, tripped, shoved, desk was graffitied, hair pulled and even cut, had liquids poured on her to trigger their sensory issues, rumors spread to the point not even the other goths wanted to hang out with her because they thought they sacrificed birds, locked in closets, etc.)

Failed to make friends

Tried to act "normal" for a while but because she had already been established as the weird kid it didn't work

Decided to commit to being weird

Loves being eccentric

Says weird, random, and ominous things

Likes scaring people; is good at it

Special interest is horror

Was a semi popular horror author

Drew their own covers

Has a cute style and a realistic monster style

Had good parents growing up

Parents owned a funeral home

Dad was a funeral director and mom was a mortician

Were similar to Morticia and Gomez

Speaks English and British Sign Language

Sister was deaf (her name was Faye)

Scared of bodies of water (especially running water)

Doesn't mind rain

Can still swim

Bright rooms give her sensory overload (puts on sunglasses to combat this)

Wears sound filtering earbuds

Rarely holds conversation

Either infodumps or barely contributes

Avoids eye contact

If they force herself to make eye contact, they will hold it for way too long

Only really makes eye contact when trying to intimidate someone

Struggles with social cues

Won't realize someone is upset unless they tell her

When that happens, they will simply sit and listen, which works well

Can recognize fear

Fluctuates between touch adverse, touch positive, and touch indifferent

Has a heart-shaped face, a small nose, pure white skin, long black hair parted in the middle that reaches the floor, big droopy eyes that are completely black, including the sclera, dark circles, black lips, and white fangs

Tall

6'5, 7'0 with her platforms

Very thin and bony

Wears a grey hoodie with a red x over their heart and heart shaped lock prints running down the sleeves, a pleated black skirt, black and white striped stockings, knee high lace up black 5 inch platform boots and a binder

Facial expression is usually neutral

Voice is also usually monotone

Has a haunting singing voice

Cold to the touch

The temperature in the room lowers when she gets upset (the more upset they are, the colder it gets; she is unaffected by this)

Can float

Can turn invisible

Has prehensile hair

Every time they cut it it grows back

Can't be styled either (will just return to its normal state)

Can store things inside of it

Easily sneaks up behind people

Just pops up randomly

Good at hiding

Can somehow fit into small spaces

Very flexible

Double jointed

Left handed

Anger is almost always silent; plots revenge

Very vengeful

Holds grudges

Has an amazing memory

Can think on her feet

Prefers routine

Can be very blunt

Not great at telling lies, tells half truths instead

Got A's and B's in school

Book smart, but not street smart

Had two black cats named Misery and Misfortune

Has befriended the crows by feeding them

The crows bring them little trinkets

Loves animals, especially the spooky ones (cats, rats, bats, owls, wolves, ravens, crows, snakes, spiders, moths, centipedes, as well as possums)

Favorite animal is bunnies

Favorite movie is The Ring

Favorite season is fall

Favorite holiday is Halloween

Full on cosplays for Halloween

Cosplays outside of Halloween as well

Loves candy and other sweets

Hates the taste of alcohol and coffee

Likes tea

Has taken edibles multiple times before

Often slams things without meaning to

Uses both slang and complicated vocabulary

Switches between using proper punctuation, capitalization, and spelling and ignoring it when posting as it's more chaotic

Tumblr shitposter

Made vines when it was still around

Can play the guitar (bass and electric) and piano

Doesn't quite know how to dance

Good at gardening

Offered to take care of the hotel's rose garden after seeing its neglected state

Is now the hotel gardener

Horrible at cooking

A literal hazard in the kitchen

Bad luck seems to follow them when she cooks

The food itself tastes either mediocre or terrible

Collects weird t-shirts

Humor is a mix of dark and surreal

Has a maniacal laugh

Stims by pacing, flapping hands, rocking, cracking neck (neg), and/or bouncing leg

Sleeps with arms crossed over their chest like a vampire (taught herself to do that as a kid and it became a habit)

Sleepwalks sometimes

Even creepier when they sleepwalk

Wanders around, stares at walls, crawls, says cryptic things, laughs

As a human she had brown hair that reached their back, pale skin, and occult blue eyes. She was 6'0, 6'5 with platforms. They wore a long black trenchcoat that reached the floor and a black T-shirt with a ghost on it. (The rest of her outfit was the same.)

Their full demon form has hollow black shadowy holes instead of eyes, a slit mouth that spans her entire face, long claws, and is 8 feet tall with long limbs and an echoing voice

Voice also echoes when being intense

Found the hotel shortly after arriving in hell. (Literally was just wandering around and stumbled upon it. They stopped to admire the little details, Vaggie noticed her through the window, Charlie went down to greet them, and the rest is history.)

Got a double degree in creative writing and digital art

Thinks she's pretty in a haunting way

Creative when it comes to insults and threats

Has an axe-shaped electric guitar and an axe-shaped bass guitar (literally Marceline's bass and Marshall's guitar)

VERY progressive

High Empathy

Music tastes consist of gothic rock, alt rock, punk rock, electric swing, and horror soundtracks

Parents introduced them to gothic rock and punk rock

Pirates movies

Thinks she is unlovable

Has trust issues

Assumes the worst in people

Despite this, you can win their trust by listening to her infodump

Never sits correctly

Feet on the couch, perching on the armrests or even back, crouching on the floor

Grew up agonistic

Dabbles in witchcraft (séances, tarot readings, tea leaf readings, and as a kid curses)

Always carries around a kitchen knife

Had a bobcut with bangs as a kid and wore the school uniform (white button up, black skirt, black tie) with black combat boots, black and white striped stockings, her black trenchcoat, and sharpie eyeliner

Used to explore abandoned places

Loyal to their friends

Cannot flirt or tell when someone is flirting with her to save their life

1920's outfit is a black below the knee dress with long cuffed sleeves, a grey sash, and a white collar with a white ribbon tied around it and small black heeled shoes with a strap.

Bedwear is a plain white short sleeved nightgown with her striped stockings

Never told their parents about being bullied because she didn't want them to worry

Told the teachers about being bullied but they ignored them, even when her parents got involved

Doesn't trust authority because of that

By the time they finally told her parents it was too late to do anything so they just had to push through until graduation

Killed her bullies because she couldn't live knowing they got away with what they did

Wore a ghostface costume to kill their bullies

Decided to name herself Lore because it "fits my new form"

Smells like freshly turned soil

Voice claim: Jamie from The Haunting of Bly Manor

Singing voice claim: Chibi from The Birthday Massacre/Ashley Serena/Emily Rohm

Relationships:

Alastor:

Best friends

He loves how weird she is

The only time he'll watch movies is with them

She likes showing him her favorite horror movies and infodumping afterwards

He likes spending time with her

Both have crushes on each other (He's uniromantic asexual; died at 29)

Lore assumes it's one-sided, thinking she's undateable

And Alastor loves them... Way too much

To the point of obsession

Drags her around everywhere

Definitely stalks them using his shadow

Watches her sleep

Will kidnap them eventually

Partly because he wants to keep her safe and partly because he wants them all to himself

Lore will be angry, scared, but also kinda into it (check feels unlovable)

Will probably try to make her become a cannibal like him, either by sneaking demon meat into their food, forcing her, or some other means

Charlie

One of their first friends

Sees that Lore is actually a kind person

Lore is not entirely sure her plan will work, but is supportive because that's what best friends do

Anyone who messes with her will face her wrath

Vaggie

One of their first friends

Accepts her weirdness as just who they are

Thinks each other are cool

Listen to goth music together sometimes

Has a bad feeling about Alastor's friendship with her

Angel

Creeped out by them

One of her main scaring targets

When he first met them he thought she was a ghost

Admires their chaoticness though

Will grow closer

In pain with her obliviousness with Al

Husk

Brushes them off as just a weird kid

A little worried about her friendship with Alastor

Nifty

Different flavors of weird

Forever confused about their gender

Hates when she tracks dirt in

Ships them and Alastor

Once wrote a fanfic about the two and showed her

It was smut

Lore enjoys her weird moments and finds her endearing

Sir Pentious

Scaring victim number two

Did not like him

Had not completely forgiven him for trying to betray them and kill them twice until he sacrificed himself

Katie Killjoy

Organized his funeral

Hates her

Reminds them of her old bullies

Slashed her tires after the interview

Tom Trench

Hates him because he's Katie's accomplice

Was the one that set him on fire (molotov cocktail)

Since Charlie was already taking care of Katie they went after him instead

Vox

At first did not understand why Alastor like her

Until he dug around online and realized "Ah... They're weird as shit nevermind."

Lore hates them because Alastor hates them

"My friends enemies are my enemies" type shit

Valentino

Hates him after Charlie told her what she saw at the studio

Had to hold themself back from fighting him after seeing him in the club

Lucifer

Always wanted to meet him

Still feels bad Charlie doesn't have a good relationship with him

Glad he's at least trying to fix it

Cherri Bomb

Lore brought weed gummies during their night out so she likes her

Rosie

Finds them charming

Endorses Alastor's obsession

Scene Inserts:

Adam

Hates him for attacking the Hotel and hurting her friends

Glad he's dead

Would dance on his grave if he had one

Lute

Also hates her for attacking the hotel and hurting her friends

Especially for killing Dazzle

Would NOT have shown mercy like Vaggie did

Pilot

Vaggie: It's all highlighted.

(Lore appears behind Vaggie, going from invisible to visible)

Lore: I think, you should scrap this, and just say Happy Hotel over and over again like a subliminal message.

Charlie: I'll just have to resort to my impeccable improv skills!

Lore: She does improv?

Charlie: Well, there's my friend Lore.

(The camera pans to Lore. She hisses.)

(The camera pans back to Charlie, slightly weirded out.)

Charlie: And someone named... Angel Dust.

Tom: WHY WON'T ANYONE HELP ME

(Lore learns into the frame, holding a lighter and smirking)

(Silence after argument in limo.)

Lore: I set a man on fire.

(The three turn and stare at her.)

Alastor: What do you do my dear?

Lore: Fester.

Charlie: She's the gardener.

Alastor: My what an intriguing lady you are.

Lore: I'm not a lady I'm a creature.

Vaggie: They mean she's Nonbinary.

(Alastor raises his eyebrow.)

Vaggie: Like identifies outside the gender binary.

Alastor: Ah! How delightfully chaotic!

Alastor: And what can you do my effeminate fellow?

Angel: I can suck ya dick.

Alastor: Ha! No.

Episode 1

Alastor: Founded five days ago by Lucifer's naive daughter Charlotte Morningstar!

Alastor: Enjoy riveting conversation with one of our two (Lore emerges behind the couch) residents! Wow!

Angel: We're in Hell toots. That's kinda the end of the road, ain't it?

Lore: He's right. Death is the end of the road. One long, winding road.

Angel: Why?

Episode 2

Alastor: Well, it looks as though I need a visit to the tailor. Lore, care to accompany me?

Lore: I don't like people.

Alastor: Then you'll only have to interact with me! (Loops his arm around hers) Best of luck, chums!

(After Stayed Gone)

Lore: Why am I here?

Alastor: Moral support!

Charlie: So... This is the bar and the bartender. And here is the garden and the gardener!

Lore: The roses aren't ready to be cut yet. If I find that you cut any, I will cut your fucking hands off your pathetic little body.

Charlie: She's joking.

Lore: No I'm not.

Vaggie: This is going to be your whole day! (Claps)

Lore: My turn:

Hello,

my name is Lore

I like blood

And guts and gore

Charlie: That's enough-

Lore: Reality is fake

Someone's going to die

In the lake

Vaggie: I'm sorry what.

Lore: You heard me.

Episode 3

Vaggie: Wow, you are slimy.

Lore: Like a worm. But not a cute one.

Episode 4

Husk: She was the weird kid who was bullied no matter how hard they tried to fit in, so she decided to just own it and commit to the title. Also never orders alcohol. And Nifty-

(After Charlie leaves)

(Silence)

Lore: You watch us sleep?

Pentious: Oh, not you. Alastor already watches you sleep.

Lore: He what.

Episode 5

Charlie: And this is Sir Pentious, Angel Dust, and Lore, our guests!

Sir Pentious: Your Majesty!!!

Angel: Hey, you short king.

Lore: This is my childhood dream come true.

(After explaining Alastor's backstory)

Lore: Sick.

Episode 7

Vaggie: They can be killed.

Lore: (standing up) I KNEW IT! (Sits back down, crossing arms and looking smug) There's almost always a weakness.

Sir Pentious: What? Do you think we're a bunch of pusssssies?

Lore: You two are my (smiles) best friends. You can't get rid of me that easily.

Husk: I just got used to you guys.

Episode 8

Alastor: It's been a surprising thrill to witness these wayward souls find connection. Always makes one sentimental, aye Niffty?

Niffty: I really like them, Alastor. They let me put on roach puppet shows without booing!

Lore: You know it's funny. Hell is the only place I was actually able to make friends.

Alastor: Ahh, an enjoyable collective to be around. I admit one could get accustomed.

Niffty: I dub thee, king roach!

Alastor: Oh, to understand your twisted little mind. Hahaha....

(They all laugh.)

Lore: Never change Niffty. Hey, can I be the roach jester?

Alastor: Hmm. I'd rather rule alongside you.

(He grabs her hand and kisses it.)

Lore: Oh.

(Beginning of battle)

Lore: Come and get me you fucking tar-and-feathered hypocritical bitches in a box! See how a ghost defends its haunt.

(Brandishes knives with hair)

Vaggie: New coat of paint!

Lore: New flowers

Husk: New lights across the marquee

Charlie, Vaggie, Lore, Husk: With a little sorcery

PLEASE feel free to send me asks about them!!!

[shootinwebs]

{Hazbin Hotel Playlist: Deer in Gray Fog}

YouTube version:

Description: Mostly about Alastor being specifically sex-positive graysexual aromantic. These ended up being mostly downer songs, but don't get me wrong, Alastor is proud to be asexual and that part of his life is mostly good.

(Content Notes: aphobia, self-harm, alcohol dependency)

-He does have an incredibly emotional side underneath it all.

-He's not sexually attracted to anyone by their appearance.

-He craves platonic and familial intimacy. Occasionally, sexual intimacy.

-But he's far more interested in the emotional and the trust aspects of sex. He will totally have exclusively sexual affairs with someone if he's found he can seriously trust them enough to take off his perpetually-smiling persona. But he gets very tired of it, very quickly, because most of these people want to have sex with him on a regular basis and he finds that exhausting and sometimes even hurtful.

-If he's seriously sleeping with someone that often, it's definitely an act of self-harm, and involves him drinking over his limit.

-If he actually feels love towards someone, it's not romantic. It's the same way he would love a friend he really trusts.

Some of the songs that I feel aren't simply self-explanatory or that have lyrics I really want to point out:

Stranger (by Goldfrapp) || "Stranger, make me remember you. Taken by the crowd, a tide. It's there, then gone. Do or die." || A gentle but haunting erotic song about a no-strings-attached sexual encounter with a stranger, who is not attractive to the narrator by their appearance but by their otherworldly aura. Pretty much my overall idea of what makes Alastor enchanted by certain people.

Leather (by Tori Amos) || "Don't you want more than my sex? Oh, god, could it be the weather? Oh, god, why am I here? I almost ran over an angel. 'In a sense,' he said, 'You're alone here. So if you jump, you best jump far.'" || Honestly, because of the jazz vibes and the piano riff in the middle, I can totally imagine Alastor singing/playing this. The first line "I'm standing naked before you, don't you want more than my sex?" I think implies a figurative nakedness rather than literal. As in, the narrator has bared their soul to this person, but all the other person can think about and all they want from them is between their legs.

Boxing Day Blues (by Courtney Barnett) || "I know that I let you down. You're not keen on what you've found. I love all of your ideas, you love the idea of me. Lover, I've got no idea..."

All Cats Are Grey (by The Cure) || "I never thought that I would find myself."

Sleeps With Butterflies (by Tori Amos) || "Are you having regrets about last night? I'm not. Is there trouble ahead for you, the acrobat? This girl only sleeps with butterflies. So go on and fly, then." || Alastor being perfectly happy with his aromantic life, and even happier to say "ok! fuck off!" to anyone who doesn't respect that.

Time to Go Home (by Chastity Belt) || "There we were, sitting in silence. Nothing worthwhile to say. Wanting something that would cut deep. Oh... I can't see straight... The room is spinning... I just want to have a good time. I hope you have a strong heart." || Relying on alcohol to help him care less about how someone treats him in bed, craving both exclusively to feel something. But often, for him, the combination of being drunk + bad sex leads to him lashing out (even though he's not even a mean drunk). At best, screaming things at them like, "Don't fucking touch me! Stay away from me!", and at worst, killing them. The second lyric here, I usually interpret as someone being a mean drunk but relying on alcohol to feel something. But with Alastor, "I hope you have a strong heart" would mean he wants to sleep with someone who actually cares about his feelings.

Low Five (by Sneaker Pimps) || "Just change with no real progress, nothing comes to mind. Do you love yourself?" || Desperately craving platonic intimacy and a trustworthy bedroom experience. Alastor also feels that people who are offended by him rejecting them for sex are pitifully insecure and egocentric.

Tear in Your Hand (by Tori Amos) || "I think there are pieces of me you've never seen. Maybe I ain't used to 'maybes' smashing in a cold room, cutting my hands up every time I touch you."

Drone (by Chastity Belt) || "It was just illusion, stuck in my own bad air. I make choices without reason, invite strangers in and leave them. He was just another man trying to teach me something. I never expect much from anyone, so I'm never disappointed and I never have to trust."

Cologne Cerrone Houdini (by Goldfrapp) || "I'm not your kind, I'm not your girl. See, I'm in your car but not your life."

Thea (by Goldfrapp) || "It's a long, long night of waiting. I want you there, I want you gone." || Sometimes when he was alive, Alastor would start crying in the middle of sex, deciding he wanted to stop, and pushing the other person away from him. Because it just didn't feel right. Something was missing.

Dream On (by Depeche Mode) || "Can you feel a little love? What you take won't kill you, but careful what you're giving. Feel the fever coming, you're shaking and twitching. You can scratch all over, but that won't stop you itching." || Can't a potential friend feel at least a little platonic love? The last line suggests a struggle to be satisfied. There have been plenty of times when Alastor has had sex with someone but felt empty or annoyed because the other person just didn't care to make it mutually satisfying or to make sure Alastor could actually trust them.

Laurel (by Goldfrapp) || "Looking for lights, a golden light. Red, red hair and almond eyes. Strange how he's cold behind the smile. An angry mind, don't wait for tonight. Fear is a fog, rolling in and around. Whispers from inside, running out of time." || Alastor just wants friends or a found-family. He just wants to be close with people whom he really trusts (i.e. Rosie). But because of his early life experiences when he was alive, he finds it difficult and even heartbreaking to try to trust anyone. But he has an emotional, sentimental side to him that's desperate to be shared.

All Men Are Pigs (by Studio Killers) || "I believe that life's a film noir. I know the role that you play, so save your cliches. I wasn't born yesterday. Zip it up, Romeos."

"I'm the boy that will heal you, fix you up!" || This song tells the story of a conversation between two people: a person minding her own business and not interested in a sexual encounter, and a belligerent man trying to convince her that he's "not like other guys."

Swamp Song (by TOOL) || "You're a stupid, belligerent fucker. No one even invited you."

Caught a Lite Sneeze (by Tori Amos) || "Boys on my left side, boys on my right side, boys in the middle. Building tumbling down, didn't know our love was so small." || Alastor considers men or any adults who can't keep it in their pants as childish. Acting like boys, not men.

Strict Machine (by Goldfrapp) || He's turned on not by the way someone looks or by romantic feelings, but by the way they touch him, their body language, their tone of voice, and by his own ability to trust them.

My Hands (by Chaos Chaos) || "When you talk to me, there's something in the way. It's when you look at me, so I look far away. I know your kind, you're thinking about it. You think you own everybody. But I do give up, and I do dance with you."

Mama (by Unloved) || "Mama, I did something bad. Mama, I made a mistake. Unlocked my heart, m'aider, m'aider... I let him in, everything went dark. Make it stop, make it go away. I hear your voice inside my head, over and over and over again, 'If you play with fire, you're gonna get burned.'" || His mother was the very first person to be open-minded and to accept him unconditionally, encouraging him to always be himself. It wasn't until after she died that he started putting on a fake persona to protect himself. Because he had no one to confide in, and he doesn't know who he is without her. And that's where his confusing desires for intimacy started and his struggles to understand/accept his own identity. He wouldn't feel the need to subject himself to anything he didn't want if he just had his mother to hug and to talk to. But, she's most likely in Heaven, meaning he will most likely never see her again and never receive her much-needed advice.

[faytelumos]

Hhamath hh Peva-Tæ

I wonder, to myself, what I'm missing. There's a gap in me. It's to be filled with something beyond me. Something more akin to the deafening whisper of an angel. But I have only words on pages to balm the edges of my aching.

Hhamath carries the ragged wounds and haunting pains of a fractured childhood in his lungs. He had two homes before the monastery he spent his adolescence in, and now as an adult, he hopes to settle into a stable polycule and help start a happy family.

[assorteda]

Clown Art Month | Day 8 + 9 : Window + Fashion

Just a clown doing some window shopping 🛍️

[thatgirlwhokeepsreading]

I absolutely second that! I'm Australian but (for reasons not relevant here) spent upper primary school living in Western Europe attending an USAmerican international school. My mother was haunted by the idea that me and my siblings weren't learning the Australian-specific humanities content we'd have gotten if we'd been back home, and as part of an effort to correct that bought us some books that basically had a Horrible Histories-esque tone.

I mostly read and re-read the first book in the series, and I can't remember date range but it basically started with pre-invasion* European contact and went through to I think federation. My recollection is these books didn't really unpack the First Nations' perspective, like they still were very much positioned primarily as sympathetic to people who had been transported. (Which does mean they were pretty ACAB lol.)

But the fact that they left in parts like massacres, enslavement, genocide of Indigenous Tasmanians, James Cook being Like That, etc., ended up being HUGE for me. Like, I'm a historiography** girl, I know there's no "neutral" approach to reporting history, but the barest facts prima facie are just Not Good. In particular I remember this part that was just like "Terra Nulius was plainly bullshit, because like... There Was Guys There. You kept having to kill them, so they're clearly there???? European understandings of land ownership be damned."

Anyway, I say this was Huge for me bc it turns out when I reintegrated into Australian schooling I was coming in way hotter and more anti-colonial than everyone else. Also I was so so bad at naming people who undertook mapping expeditions. So I ended up being slightly behind anyway because I didn't know anything post-federation and retained Zero names of white boys who died trying to find the inland ocean.

Like I'm not even trying to claim I was a Woke Bae in class (I was 11yo and I wanted the authority approval so bad lol), or that I'm a flawless ally to Indigenous people now, or even that my peers were all completely ignorant. It's just literally my whole perspective was founded on the idea that cruelty to Indigenous people was if not a feature then an inevitable byproduct of colonialism, and this was Probably Bad Actually. And I didn't realise that for most of my peers and even many teachers weren't starting from that same premise.

And this always fascinated me because my mother didn't set out to give me a Woke History Book. (I think I literally ended up with those books bc, as I say, they had a very HH vibe and I LOVED HH.) It also, more importantly... really stands in contrast to the sanitized American history I learned in school.

(*they used the term "settlement" or if they were feeling spicy "colonisation", which is fairly standard for books ostensibly aimed at white kids. In the academic environment in which I operate**, however, we tend to use "invasion" because even if the Brits brought a prisoner labour force to then colonise with doesn't make it not a military action.)

(**Australian theatre historiography, not history history, so I won't unilaterally claim language we use is current best practice)

[ghostlyrps]

GHOST [HH] - HISTORY

Ghost has always been secretive of their life.

They were born in October, 1991 with the name Celia, but are secretive of what came after that. The reason is simple- their childhood was relatively normal, their relationship with their parents positive.

They're much more secretive, however, when it comes to their college years.

When Ghost was twenty years old, they got into college- where they met Asha and Collin. Collin was a sweet redhead who was head over heels for Ghost. After a few weeks of friendship, Ghost found themself starting to return Collin's feelings- but around that same time they found themself conflicted and confused about their sexuality and identity, resulting in them pushing him away.

Finally, everything came to a head.

Collin had a drinking problem, one that got worse whenever big projects or tests rolled around, so when Ghost and Collin were put on a massive project together and Collin spent the day at a bar, Ghost was furious. When Collin returned home at three AM, Ghost was waiting and a confrontation started- at first, purely verbal. But then Collin got in Ghost's face, and they shoved him back.

Crack.

Ghost doesn't know if he died instantly.

But they are forever ashamed and horrified by their actions- and by what happened next. In a panicked attempt to protect themself, they claimed they didn't know what happened- that they just found him like that. Miraculously, they got away with it- their neighbors had been gone for the night, and Asha was with her project partner and didn't come home until it was too late.

They were only twenty-two when it happened.

For the next six years, Ghost would isolate themself more and more from the guilt and self-loathing after the event. They graduated college and decided to live alone, haunted by the guilt.

in 2019, when Ghost was 28 years old, they suffered an injury that became infected. Unable to afford a hospital visit, they tried to take care of it on their own- until finally they were forced to go to the ER.

Ghost's last days were full of bright lights, sterile smells, loud beeping and doctors- they don't remember if anyone was there for them, sleeping off and on too much to really recall.

It was devastating, but not surprising to them, when they fell asleep one night and woke up in Hell.

At first, they were terrified. Shy and submissive, they tried to appeal to everyone in order to make themself less of a target. After a few months of this, they realized it wasn't working- and suddenly realized how angry they were.

Angry that they had died. Angry that they were in Hell. Angry that everyone pushed them around. Angry that they kept being hurt. Angry at themself.

Ghost quickly found their wrath.

The next time someone tried to take something from them, their teeth met the would-be thief's throat.

After this, they continued to get into fights- things coming to a head when they met the hitman, Reaper. Reaper, at the moment, had been in the middle of slaughtering a smaller, weaker Sinner who had offended Reaper's client somehow. Incensed by this, Ghost attacked Reaper viscously. Before they knew it, their body had changed, mandibles growing longer and sharper, hands turned into talons, a stinger revealing itself and becoming much larger. They forced Reaper into submission, leaving him with several wounds and a broken horn that would never heal. When Ghost was satisfied, flying off, Reaper swore to kill them, starting their lifelong hatred of each other.

The violence Ghost showed, however, scared them when they realized what they'd done. They swore to never let themself transform again, but alas, it was not a promise to be kept.

Sometime during all of this, Ghost had met the Overlord Valentino. Surprised by the only Sinner who had not yet tried to mug them, they began to follow the Overlord around. While Valentino was, at first, hesitant of them considering their small size, the two eventually entered a romantic relationship. This relationship, however, was toxic, Ghost finding themself suddenly terrified of and even resentful of the larger Moth Demon.

Three years after the relationship began, they packed their bags, left an angry, heartbroken note, and fled, moving into a small apartment across the city where they currently reside.

Ghost has spent the last two years doing multiple different jobs while trying to sell their commission work- and is finally starting to open up again.

Time will only tell if things start to look up for them.

[sunny6677]

The lovesick HH gang becomes the Haunted House Harem /j

HAHAHAH

Speaking of the actual Omnia AU btw, I was thinking of actually adding that scene where Radford and Kevin are sitting at a bar and Vessel somehow gets brought into the convo which sens Kevin into a manic ramble? I think how he acts after the ramble might depend on what stage he's in. Though if he still has the "Perfect! Why?" response, he might be in stage 3 or stage 4.

I think even if Radford were equally as upset, he'd be a little concerned for his homie. And after that shit happened, he'd probably offer to maybe take Kevin back home simply because he thought from such a response, he must have not really been in a very good mental state.

[jordanstrophe]

War of Royalty, The Bloodstained Road

[Masterlist] CW: Medieval whump, injured from whipping, pain, so much pain, environmental whump, emotional angst and hopelessness, collapsed, hallucinations, blood loss, based on the title it’s safe to say there’s some detailed blood, stay safe! ♡

He draped a cloak around his shoulders to mask his broken form, Its interior dripped with blood in delicate clicking sounds against the stone at his feet. He forced his spine straight and kept walking, ignoring his body screaming at him to stop, to crumble on the ground and rest. 

But he could make it. 

Despite the low hood covering his face, he could see the occasional heads turning in his direction on the busy city streets. He would hold his breath, clenching his fists to push past the pain in each step. 

 Just. Keep. Walking. 

The next time he glanced up, he was someplace quiet, no loud chattering or people screaming insults, just the birds chirping and wind's gentle breeze. 

“Nrgh!-”  He crossed his arm over his chest and collapsed to the ground on one knee. Another wave of pain come and gone as he grits his teeth and grasps the cloak in his fists. His breathing became more jagged and uneven as time went on, just getting enough air was a struggle with each forced breath. His knees trembled as he pushed himself back up, it felt as if the ground were shaking underneath him.

Just... A little further.

Each step was more painful than the last. The bleeding never stopped either, the leaves behind him were left painted red. When rain began to fall, his feet slowed to a stop and he slid the cloak off his shoulders, his shirt had been long torn from his chest as his whole body dripped with blood. He looked up and closed his eyes, letting the cold drops wash everything away. 

When he opened his eyes, his vision was flipped sideways on the ground. He hadn't felt when he collapsed, or even recalled hitting the dirt with a shred of force. He heard a distinctive sound of leaves crunching and steps treading in puddles. His opened his eyes to a familiar pair of boots slowly walking towards him. 

Tarion's.

“No! Wait!-” He cried, desperately trying to scurry away. “Hh-!” He hissed when the rain started to burn the open whip marks on his back, he violently felt around for the cloak, reaching for it only made it feel further and further away. He snapped his head up, breathing heavily while protectively holding the cloak tightly across his chest-

But there was no one there. 

The adrenaline slowly faded, his tenseness relaxed with each panicked breath. 

Home was... so far away.

He kept moving, his steps getting more staggered and sloppy. The rain started to get cold as he shivered, burying half his face within the cloak's collar. 

‘You’re just a slave, free from the burden of choice.’

‘I’ll remind you what you are’

He could hear Tarion’s voice clear as day, like it was being whispered in his ear from behind. He cringed and covered his face further with a whimper.

‘I can fix you.’

“Enough! Stop it! Pl-ease!” He cried. His head suddenly jolted with light-headedness, his vision flashing in a blur. His knees buckled as he skid into the mud, desperately gasping for air. 

He...

Wouldn't make it. 

"I don't un-derstand! I did ev-rything I was t-told! I was obedient, and si-silent, they t- told me... I-...” He trailed off into an incoherent sob, curling up to preserve whatever warmth was left. He was cold, so so cold... He couldn’t feel his hands or fingertips, even his blood ran cold as quickly as it left his body. He sniffled and opened his eyes, seeing yet another pair of boots bolting towards him. 

"Oh w-wonderful...” He rasped with a weak laugh, yet another hallucination here to haunt the final moment. He flinched with a cry when a leathery hand touched his cheek. He squinted up through the rain and tears, hardly able to comprehend the dark figure kneeling by his side, their helmet shined with gloss from the rain.

His body gave in before his mind did, seeing a blurry image of his arm slumping to the ground. He barely felt the hand that caught his head before it hit the mud, holding his cheek up and brushing away the wet hair sticking to his face. 

‘E- en?...‘

“Eden!...” 

“Stay with me!”

“Oh seven hells-... breathe!"

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