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neros-very-first-fiddle · 2 months ago

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BEE’S TOP 20 BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER EPISODES EVER:

20. S4 E1, The Freshman

Sunday and her gang are just so much fun to watch. I wish there were more fun vampire stoner-types in the show. I love the whole college allegory with Giles leaving Buffy to figure things out on her own. especially showing how she goes from being scared to realizing she does actually have the power to survive without an adult watching over her. Also I think about the klimt poster game every time I see a college dorm now.

19. S1 E9, The Puppet Show

The first (and only?) Buffy episode to ever genuinely scare me. I watched it late at night, alone in my room in the dark when no one else was awake. I don’t fuck with doll horror movies. The puppet skittering about Buffy’s room made me tremble. Also I just love anything theatre related and watching Giles very poorly do a magic circle was fun. And! Framing Snyder as a villain was such a good choice. And I think about him saying “I don’t get it�� at the end of the ep a lot. Just really fun in general.

18. S1 E12, Prophecy Girl

“I may be dead, but I’m still pretty.” Her outfit is iconic. Her reaction to finding out she’s going to die is heartbreaking and realistic. I love that Xander is the one to revive her, forever cementing him as one of Buffy’s best friends and a crucial part of the gang.

17. S3 E20, The Prom

The class protector award will always make me tear up, like fuck. people in a town that actively ignores the horrors acknowledged that Buffy was keeping them safe from the horrors. she deserved that moment so much.

16. S3 E13, The Zeppo

I am a Xander apologist and I’m not afraid to say it. This episode is so fucking funny. I love getting to see what goes on in the background of every Buffy episode. I think it adds so much more to Xander’s character to know that he gets left out of the main plot and has his own wacky adventures that he doesn’t talk or brag about. He is the epitome of Just A Guy. He knows he isn’t like Buffy and the rest of the scoobies, but he also knows he can be just as brave as them. The moment where he’s in the basement and smiling about the bomb about to go off, “I like the quiet,” shakes me so much. Iconic.

15. S2 E6, Halloween

Ethan Rayne’s first appearance! I love how kitschy it feels. willow’s costume is gorgeous.

14. S6 E16, Hell’s Bells

Jesus fucking christ. The portrayal of dysfunctional families is just spot on. Anya looks stunning the entire time. Xander choosing to walk out because he loves Anya too much to even risk following in his family’s footsteps and abusing her is so heartbreakingly real. Is Xander in the wrong for ever letting their relationship get this far when he had doubts? ABSOLUTELY. Also the scene when Anya walks down the aisle crying makes me want to sob, it’s such a perfect shot. Ughh

13. S6 E8, Tabula Rasa

fun amnesia episode! I love seeing what’s inside the characters when they don’t remember anything about themselves. the loan shark bit is so stupid and funny. Giles and Spike having a father/son relationship is perfect. “RANDY GILES??!?? might as well call me desperate for a shag Giles.” also “a vampire with a soul? God, how lame is that?”

12. S4 E12, A New Man

This was the first Buffy episode I ever saw! Caught it on tv and fell in love. I remember watching willow and tara float the rose and thinking “gay.” Then I saw Giles and ethan laugh together over drinks after he, like pinned Ethan down in a crypt and I thought “gay.” And you know what, I was right on both fronts. Also spike crashing the car is so funny.

11. S2 E7, Lie To Me

Everyone talks about wanting to see more of ford, and we get to see more of the main girl, but all I want is Diego/marvin content. I love his stupid sparkly blue cape. I also love how Buffy reacts to finding out ford has cancer; “I’ll kill you myself.” Being in a horrible situation doesn’t excuse the horrible crime you’re about to commit! He’s just a very well written character

10. S7 E15, Get It Done

After watching this, I had to lie down for a moment because it was so much and I cried (which I rarely do with tv shows). The origins of the slayer just fucking wrecked me. The first slayer was just a girl who was violated and used.

9. S2 E22, Becoming pt. 2

Genuinely just one of the best season finales of all time. They perfectly took away everything Buffy had and brought her to the point of no return. The part when Angel asks her “what’s left?” before attempting to stab her with the sword, but Buffy shuts her eyes and perfectly catches it and says “me” is the most breathtaking, iconic scene ever. Gut wrenching and absolutely devastating.

8. S7 E7, Conversations With Dead People

Willow’s conversation with Cassie is so jarring. Buffy’s conversation is so so great and fun. Also “mommy’s milk is red today” is such an INSANE thing to write.

7. S2 E19, I Only Have Eyes For You

I love the concept that a haunting is just a house re-enacting a terrible night over and over again to try and understand what happened to it. This is extremely similar. Just a guy replaying his greatest and final mistake in an attempt to gain forgiveness, to somehow make everything turn out all right because he can’t live or die with that guilt. And the connection to Buffy and Angel’s relationship is just the cherry on top.

6. S2 E17, Passion

I’m a sucker for Angel’s monologue in this one. The scene where he kills Jenny is just, so. Her death perfectly shows how serious things have gotten. All the fun and games are over. Having Giles find her in his bed is absolutely sickening, but I love how they set up the fact that Giles has never seen Angel’s letters until then, he isn’t aware that’s the paper and handwriting from Angel and not Jenny. Also the shot where Willow and Buffy find out that she’s dead is great. I love that we see it from outside the house, looking in.

5. S4 E10, Hush

Astonishing that one of the greatest episodes has extremely little dialogue. the end from Riley’s perspective is just that his girlfriend screamed and the heads of these demons exploded… did he think she had like a banshee scream ability?? I would’ve. Giles’ drawings are so fun

4. S5 E7, Fool for Love

“I’ve always been bad” -jump cut to spike writing bad poetry. I love the little detail that Halfrek was the girl who turned down spike in 1880. The entire subway scene is perfect. Every slayer has a death wish. Buffy saying “you’re beneath me” is so perfectly cruel, and throwing the money is too. the end with spike going to kill Buffy then seeing her upset and comforting her is just a perfect picture of their entire relationship.

3. S4 E22, Restless

“Props?” “No.” “Props?” “YES!” Death of a salesman should have a cowboy in it, actually. Spike selling himself out as an attraction is so believable. like yeah, he would love to be photographed all the time by admirers.

2. S5 E16, The Body

One of the best portrayals of grief I’ve ever seen.

1. S6 E7, Once More With Feeling

Duh. I rewatch this episode A LOT. Anya and Xander’s song gets stuck in my head pretty regularly. I listen to the music on spotify. Hinton Battle kills. I recently watched this with my friend who does ballet and she said Dawn’s dance was really good! BROADWAY LEGEND HINTON BATTLE!!! Spike and Buffy’s kiss at the end is so perfectly built up and executed. Just an absolute masterpiece.

#add chosen somewhere in here #that ep gives me chills every time #btvs #buffy the vampire slayer

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dio-the-thot-exterminator · 1 year ago

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Can I have a list of some of your favorite obscure horror movies so I can watch them at some point?

Of course! hehe not sure how obscure these films actually are, but I like them, and people don’t talk about them enough 😞

Housebound (2014) [so fun, so silly!]

Die Säge des Todes (1981)

Ticks (1993) [YEEEAH buggies]

Starry Eyes (2014) [god tier blood, grime, and UNEASE]

The Suckling (1990) [yummy creature design]

Broken (2006)

The Initiation of Sarah (1978)

The Beast Within (1982)

Terror Train (1980) [i like miss jamie <3]

The Premonition (1976)

The Unborn (1991)

Squirm (1976) [more bugs! cute lil worms]

Don't Go In The House (1979)

Satan’s Little Helper (2004)

Prophecy (1979)

We Are What We Are (2013)

Don’t Go Into The Woods (1981)

Graduation Day (1981)

The Incredible Melting Man (1977)

Jason X (2001) [This movie is solid! Everyone’s such a hater 😡]

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Oh! Then I have some films that are more popular.

The Brood (1979)

Tokyo Gore Police (2008) [mouth watering practical effects!!!]

A Reflection Of Fear (1973)

Trouble Every Day (2001) [This actress man, just WOW]

Repulsion (1965)

Pieces (1982)

Triangle (2009)

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Now I wouldn't call these obscure but i like them so much, and any chance I get, I will tell people to watch them 🥺🥺

Possession (1981) [One of my favourite movies of all time! The story, the acting, the effects UGH. Gagged me for sure.]

Dead Alive/Braindead (1992) [Honestly up there with Possession. So good but in a completely different way. It’s high camp, high gore, and it felt like i was high while watching it]

Lake Mungo (2008) [A movie that actually scared me while i was watching it, and stuck with me for a good week. Triggered my fight or flight like no other. rawr]

No One Lives (2012) [This would run all the time when I had cable. And I'd sit and watch it every time this came on. There are...certain scenes that are just burned into my mind]

The Cell (2000) [I don’t even know what to say. The visuals in this movie are just SO GOOD. I want to tongue kiss the entire art direction team. The costumes, the cinematography, it’s so creative and so lovely]

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I have to give a mini shout out to Lucio Fulci, he is my favourite director. Period. If you’re interested in his movies [some focus on zombie, slasher, Giallo] his Gates of Hell Trilogy is always a good start!

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Ah alright now onto production companies [yay? Woohoooo??]

Troma. Fucking Troma, a lot of the movies they make are gross, stupid and cheap. So if you want something that’s absurd but still strangely entertaining. I’d recommend looking through their catalog of movies, picking a random one and seeing what happens.

Full Moon Features <3 If you want some film series, I’d recommend Puppet Master and Subspecies! [I’ve seen every Subspecies]. Full Moon has a lot of killer doll and toy films. But they do branch out. Castle Freak kinda wild though.

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Ok i'm done now.

If you have any movie recs for me, send them my way :D

#bobs looseleaf #Full Moon Features my beloved #Troma Entertainment my detested (affectionate)#I think I spent over 5 hours on this 💀#I got excited #sorry 4 typos :P

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starlitwishes · 1 year ago

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What… the hell was happening? Who was this blue-haired human? Why did that human call another one here? Why was he making such a loud racket about it—about wanting to “get rid of” him?

That man stated clearly that he wanted Wrenn destroyed.

Why? Why?

He seemed utterly terrified by his very presence—but why? Had Wrenn scared him somehow? But he didn’t remember doing anything to him…

The blue-haired human mentioned a doll. So… the young man who had called this exorcist here—he had found out he was a puppet, did he? That made Wrenn tense even more, his joints locking up.

So, this young man had referred to him as a doll to this blue-haired human, apparently—one to be… exorcised? So they dealt with spirits and the dead. What did that have anything to do with anything? Wrenn was a living puppet, not a spirit—

… Ah. He understood the implications, like a dawning horror spreading across his eyes. The Gandharva Ville resident had called this blue-haired human to get rid of him. Completely and utterly. The realization hit him like a physical blow.

It was happening again.

He didn’t do anything. Wrenn just lived and existed, and he foolishly let his guard down. Foolishly he allowed himself to get comfortable—to be happy. To feel the warmth and care of another person. Yet once again, everything was backfiring. Now people—surely more than just this man knew now, with him making such a loud fuss about it—wanted him dead. Completely and utterly destroyed, clearly misunderstanding how Wrenn’s body operated or functioned. Mistakenly believing he was a possessed doll. Thusly, an exorcist was necessary.

The pieces fit all too well.

Wrenn’s chest felt so heavy.

Why did these humans want him dead? Why did these humans want him gone? What did he do?

Wasn’t he doing better?

Wasn’t he “recovering”?

What did he do?

… He existed.

Wrenn hung his head, burying his face in his hands as he spiraled. Further and further, down and down, drowning in despair and panic that made it hard to breathe.

And stupidly, there was a small, naive part of him that wanted to find Tighnari. To beg for validation, to save him from the rage that turned inward. He couldn’t breathe.

“It isn’t your fault.”

Those words were spoken to him once. In a soft, gentle tone. From a voice that knew how to soothe his aches. From a person who showed him an unwavering kindness he never understood.

… And those words were, clearly, a kind lie.

Wrenn started laughing.

His shoulders shook with how heavy his laughter had become, low and dark with despair. Though the volume of his laughter grew as he staggered back, there was only a breaking madness fueling it.

He pulled his hands from his face, revealing an equally maddened grin.

“You know, if you wanted me gone, you could have just said so,” he spat, he sneered—he laughed. “No need to makes things messy. After all, I’m just hanging around to pay a debt, and nothing more. You want me gone that badly? Then I’ll go.”

It was for Tighnari’s sake, that he didn’t start a fight. He didn’t want to make a mess of the place—a place he used to call home.

He laughed again, and shook his head with a snarl. He sure called a lot of places home before. What was one more added to the list?

Wrenn didn’t need a home. He didn’t need a family. He didn’t need friends.

Puppets can’t die. They can’t get hurt. They don’t deserve happiness. Artificial beings like him deserved happiness the least.

Electro sparked in his eyes as Wrenn snarled again, and shoved his way past the young man and the blue-haired exorcist hired to get rid of him, and he took off into the air without another word.

He drilled a lesson he learned into that day, over and over again.

You are unwanted. You don’t belong a n y w h e r e.

#muse: Wrenn #V; A Budding Seed of Hope #Something Unwanted #Jesus this took me a bit but OOF

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yourlocalmechanism-dr-carmilla · 28 days ago

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"How to revive a monarch"

There once was a princess, young and beautiful, yet with her own mind and unconventional way of thinking, a classic rebel against the classicist norms, you know them. /Her name was Emily de Glacier, blonde hair cut by herself, clothes looking rather boyish, behind thin glasses, blue-grey eyes like stormclouds

[Now we need a handbook on necromancy, we have a monarch to raise! The support of the people is crumbling, hence a beloved figure should help reestablishing it!]

Emily was always fond of running away into the woods or the town, putting a smile on peopels faces, experiencing heartbreak and sorrow, writing poetry and songs near the ruins, the norder of the destroyed world-there was a revolution on the horizon, yet she didnt see it, singing of things she witnessed. She was as beloved by the townsfolk as she was hated by the nobles.

[Now we need a handbook on necromancy, we have a monarch to raise! The support of the people is crumbling, hence a beloved figure should help reestablishing it!]

Then, there was a grand winterball, a occasion which Emily adored-fpr the sake of dressing up. Her gown was a light-blue, adorned with white roses, a lace and pesrl choker around her neck,she damced for herself until- glass shattered and hell broke looose! Revolutioneers had stormed the palace, killing everyone in sight! Emily ran away, out of fear- she wish she wouldve joined the Revolutioneers, she didnt belong to the nobles!! She managed to run and hide, soemthing she was good at- until she met her trusted maid outside- who slit her throat, she fell to the snow, it turned red as she died!

[Now we need a handbool on necromancy, we have a monarch to raise! The support of the people is crumbling, hence a beloved figure should help reestablishing it! With electricity and chemicals, the power of science will make her be ours again! We have a excellent tool at pur hands, would be a shame to let it go to waste!]

But, it wasnt over! The royal doctor and his assistant, who were traitors, foukd her and stored her in the freezer, preserving her-she might come in handy and the public would riot, seeing her beloved princess's body being desecreated like thst of the other nobles! Years pass and the new government started to vecome unstable, they needed to regain faith in their new technology and science- thus, the idea to revive Princess Emily de Glacier was born! Haste was made and she was brought to the lab, the reviving process started! The sparks flew, the syringes got emptied and then, when the final switch was turned- it happened! The doctors grasped their hands, calling her their "little puppet" as she rose up from the table-she was alive!!! Confused, scared, and horrified at herself-but they wasted no time instructingnher, dressing her in new clothes, parading her around, while she stood there, blining, a smile frozen on her face-but if you looked closer, you could see tears in her now crystal clear eyes

[Now we need a handbool on necromancy, we have a monarch to raise! The support of the people is crumbling, hence a beloved figure should help reestablishing it!]

(I was dead, desd for good, killed by someone i trusted, but now i feel static in my blood, taste foreign chemicals, my veins full of it until something rips me out of my peaceful slumber of death! I awake, in horror, its bright and cold and strange, lookign at faces i almost know, instructing me, dressing me and posing me as if i am their doll! I became a thing i abhored- a marionette for someone to use! I dont belong among the living! I get paraded around, smiling without joy-these people dont see anything wrong eith it and i am appalled! Frozen in fear, the only thing in my mind is the the title of the book next to the slab: how to revive a monarch.)

Well, they succeeded, didnt they? But not for long, as usually, all creations rebel against their masters.....and time would shiw that its true in this case too.....

[Now we need a handbool on necromancy, we have a monarch to raise! The support of the people is crumbling, hence a beloved figure should help reestablishing it!]

[I wrote this now, and i think ill develop it intoa full album..stay tuned..

Inspirstion taken mainly from jessica laws "Raising the dead!"

Funfact-i used my deadname for the princess, youll see why

#own song

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solntepyok · 3 years ago

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Dice

Pairing: Xenophanes/Gender Neutral!Reader

Summary: It is said that the Universe decides people's destinies. It decides who will succeed in this life and who will always be haunted by failure. Such important decisions cannot be made for nothing. Is God playing dice in such a case, or does he not even care?

Warnings: manipulation, intimidation, angst, elements of Stockholm and Lima syndromes, psychological torture, violence, abuse, detailed description of body horror

Inspired by one of Albert Einstein's most popular sayings:"God does not play dice with the Universe". Here I reveal this phrase in a philosophical way. I am in no way imposing on you the point of view stated in my fanfic. It is up to you to decide whether God plays dice or not.

Art belongs to @squee2020.

You don't remember how long you have been here. Time seems to have slowed down, seconds are like hours and hours are like days. Your life literally became a living hell, a burning hell. You had to play by the rules of your tormentor, a hideous evil spirit who imagined himself to be the judge of human destinies. Who imagined himself to be God, who really didn't care at all about the very people he was supposedly exalting so much to heaven. Your tyrant was a special kind of tyrant, you could never foresee what he would have in store for you this time. You had to adjust to his mood so as not to draw too much attention to yourself.

You were breathing heavily and languidly. It was so hard to run that you wanted to give up by just throwing yourself on the ground and lying there motionless. But you were afraid of the unknown. What will happen if you don't stop fighting? He will catch you. He will make you suffer. He will taunt you, and there is nothing you can do to stop him. In his domain, you are nothing. A tiny grain of sand. A new, beautiful toy, a rag doll that he can tear apart at any moment if he gets bored with it. You are simply his puppet, which moves only thanks to its puppeteer. Without his efforts, there would be no performance, and you were well aware of that.

And he was chasing you. He was chasing you just as fast as he had the first time. Your heart sank in your heels as soon as you turned around: he was flying swiftly after you, his paw out in front of you and his giant, sharp claws outstretched. His smile was horrible and disgusting, he bared all his fangs, you could see he was literally bent on grabbing you. Eager to gut all your insides, like a ragtag nasty doll that dared to look at its Master the wrong way. Yearned to watch you scream with fear and overwhelming emotion and beg him to spare you, to keep you alive. He longed to scare you to death and show you who the Father, Son and Holy Spirit are here.

The deadly chase didn't last long. Having misjudged the road, you stumble and fall face down. It's over. Right now, you're in for a series of unspeakable torments. Just the thought of your destined Destiny breaks out in a sweat. Tears come to your eyes, you cover your face with your hands. Your heart is beating so fast that it wants to jump out of your chest.

Please, do it, sweet heart. Let me die right now. Put it out of my misery!

Yet you feel nothing but a gentle breeze. Maybe you have been dead for a long time. Maybe it was just a bad dream, and now you are about to wake up in your bed at home. You pinched yourself, but nothing happened.

Then it wasn't a dream at all.

When you open your face, you find that he is nowhere to be found. He had simply evaporated. But how could it be?! Where could he be? You thought you'd just lost your mind. You have been so exhausted and devastated lately that you would be happy if you dropped dead and never got up again.

But is Destiny really giving you a chance? Does it really care about people, about you? You decided that heaven has been merciful to you and you must use this opportunity by all means. So when you found the strength to get up, you headed away from here. You went to explore the domain of your tormentor.

The bleak castle you found did not inspire any confidence. As soon as you crossed the threshold, you felt a presence, a persistent glance, but you couldn't figure out who was watching you. Goosebumps ran down your body and you swallowed nervously. You wandered what seemed like an endless maze of death, and each of the rooms was furnished with red and white tiles. Candles burned dimly on either side of the walls in the semi-darkness, and somewhere you could occasionally hear the sound of dripping water (or blood, who knows?). You were inexplicably disturbed and terrified and panicked. You felt you were not safe here. You had to leave immediately.

There was a sharp rustling sound behind you. You immediately turned around in fright and cried out in horror. A man's silhouette appeared through the shadows, an old man with a moustache staring at you. His face was stripped of its skin, and you could literally see his huge, cracked skull. In his eye sockets you could see pieces of his brain, from which disgusting, slimy worms were slowly crawling out, moving all over his head. His teeth had rotted away, it looked like stumps of logs. He was bereft of both his arms, they were simply torn off, some of his clothes were torn, and the man himself looked like a living, walking corpse.

You shuddered with fear and horror, and backed away in a mute scream, keeping your eyes on the stranger. He stood awkwardly, leaning forward slightly, he grunted and mooed, his indecipherable moans, his futile attempts to say a word or two were like wailing. You assumed that he was mute. After a few moments, however, the man opened his jaw and wheezed:

"He's he-e-e-e-e-ere-e-e..."

These words made you feel like you were being electrocuted. Your pulse thudded to your temples, your heart started racing again, and you rushed to escape.

Where the fuck is the exit?! I just want to get out alive! I don't want to die!

As you turn the corner, something throws you backwards and you fall on your back. Through the darkness, you see the one who tortures you every time again, and you begin to scream loudly. It was him again, your tyrant. A pair of bright red, bloodshot eyes stared up at you with the sheer pleasure of watching you weep.

The demon slowly emerged into the light, and your eyes widened in horror at what you saw. His impossibly huge, bony body towered a few dozen centimetres above you. His long, terrifyingly long arms reached almost to his heels. His movements were very fluid and very abrupt at the same time: he himself looked very much like a rag doll. He hunched over heavily to hover over you, and in a sharp leap he literally brutally pinned you against the wall, giving you no way out. He grinned grimly and viciously and sinisterly, his malicious smile sending a chill down your spine. You could see how long and sharp his fangs were, like knives, ready to sink into soft flesh. His mouth was monstrously huge, capable of biting through your neck the way a predator bites its prey. Blood trickled from his pitch-black eye sockets, falling in tiny drops onto your face. You squinted and closed your eyes at the sudden sensation; it was hard for you to breathe. You put your hands to your face, but in an instant he pulled them away with his enormous paws, gripping your wrists painfully and clawing at them with his sharp claws.

You shrieked. You tried to do it again, but now the evil spirit yanked your hands away so hard that you just fell to your knees.

"I'm going to rip your arms off right now and skin them, do you hear me?" He roared fiercely and grudgingly, baring his dagger fangs. He moved his face very close to yours, his breath hot with anger, he glared at you angrily, clutching at your sore and reddened wrists with his claws, digging them deep into your wrists and scratching them until they bled. In an instant, tears welled up from your eyes, and you sobbed pitifully.

God, why am I in all this torment? What have I done wrong?

From the mental and physical pain overwhelming you, you cried out with renewed vigour, flooded with tears. Your eyes and face reddened, you were weak, terribly weak, you hung on your tyrant like a rag doll. And the demon, savoring every second, drew closer and closer to you, he came so close to you that you both touched each other's bodies. Your heart raced and your pulse throbbed in the demon's chest. You closed your eyes so you wouldn't see his hideous face, his horrible, annoying silhouette that you hated so much. His body was surprisingly hot, it almost burned yours, filling you with extra warmth. You pressed your back into the cold tiles, still keeping your eyes closed. You didn't want to see him.

And he was looking at you with fascination. Now he was treating you like a Deity, something truly precious and important to him. Your facial features were flawless, they were perfect. Every inch, every millimetre he studied with his scalding breath. He touched your hair with his nose, inhaled its sweet, delicious scent. You were nothing like the rest of his slaves. They were all ugly, vile and horrible, like himself. Their souls were rotten in his dark, gloomy world, he could no longer see any real feelings in their eyes, they were devoid of emotion. But most importantly, what drove him into an uncontrollable rage was that they were no longer afraid of him. Their souls had long since belonged to their Master, there was no longer any need for them to resist, and so they simply accepted their cruel Fate.

And you... You're nothing like them at all. He just loved watching you tremble in fear at the sight of him. How you wept pitifully, rubbing your tear-red eyes, screaming and yelling in fright, begging him to stop, not to hurt you anymore. And he liked to feel power over you, to use you as he wanted. It turned him on immensely to frighten the hell out of you, to bite and clang his fangs, to claw and snarl and grab your throat, to toss you aside and watch as you were pitifully timid before him. You lie still, unable to get up. You are defenceless, innocent and weak before him.

You were not just a new toy to him now, but something much more. You were the object of his lust, of his intense, inexplicable desire.

"My... My toy." He whispered in your ear in a deep bass voice, growling anxiously. You were filled with ambivalent feelings.

It was so warm... So tender.

You trembled with his breath, you shook before him like a lamb to the slaughter. You were devastated under his insistent, intense gaze. It was as if he had looked right into your soul, revealed your hiding, found your the most important secret.

What is it? Has he taken pity on you? Does he want to deceive you, intimidate you, break you? What does he want, why is he treating you so meanly and nastily? The uncertainty frightened you. You were shocked by his actions.

An incomprehensible warm feeling swelled up inside you. But you resisted it. As if it was something forbidden, something unpleasant. As if it was something it shouldn't be.

You shouldn't be attracted to your tormentor. It's not right.

Biting your lower lip almost bloody, you could barely contain a moan as the demon moved down to your neck. He exhaled, and the warm air spread over your tender collarbone. Oh shit, not there. He still held your wrists in a dead grip, they were already so numb that you simply couldn't feel them. Tilting your head back and twisting in agony, you jammed the back of your head against the icy tiles.

You feel warm in your lower body. Your legs began to wobble and you felt weak. Your mind was clouded, you simply couldn't think straight.

It's wrong, it's despicable, it's meanly. I don't want to obey him. But I can't stop.

The next moment, your world collapsed. You opened your eyes wide, and before you could even cry out, the demon's mouth was around your throat. Your face froze in a mute scream, bitter, salty tears welled up from your eyes, and your heart, God, your poor heart, wanted to slam itself out of its miserable ribcage. A pair of his fangs dug into your neck in a deadly grip, blood gushing out. In an instant, you felt it trickle down your body.

So hot. So beautiful. A perfect sight.

The evil spirit burst out laughing. He burst into a cold and eerie and thunderous laugh. Now he was erect, even leaning back slightly, tipping his enormous muzzle. And you slumped down, arms around your neck, sobbing pitifully. Your palms were bloodied, and you stared frantically at your trembling hands, your own scarlet blood dripping from them. Your eyes began to darken, and the lack of oxygen made you dizzy, and you would have fallen flat if you had been standing.

He plays with you. He plays with you the way a little boy plays with cars, like a little girl plays with dolls. Except that the demon forgot that his toys were alive, that they could feel everything with every inch of their bodies. He had forgotten that his toys, beautiful, exquisite puppets, had feelings. One awkward, ridiculous movement and the porcelain, fragile puppet would fall and shatter. One awkward, ridiculous accident, and in an instant all the beauty and all the perfection is gone. Gone, as if they never existed.

And the evil spirit, looking at the broken favourite toy, growls loudly and grudgingly. Everything is imperfect. Everything is mortal. Everything will come to an end sooner or later.

Drip.

Scarlet blood slowly trickled down your face. You let out a shrill, piercing scream, full of pain, suffering and anguish. You screamed, touching your hands to your right eye, which you could no longer see now. The demon had just slashed at your face with his sharp claws. Two pairs of long, deep wounds flaunted across your face.

Drip.

Barely lifting yourself up from the cold tiles, you stagger from side to side, running as fast as you can.

Faster, faster, faster!

And he's laughing hypocritically again. You can't run away from him, you can't hide. You can hide and run all you want, but you can never stand up to him. In this game called "Life" you are, alas, just an ordinary pawn.

Fate doesn't really care how it assigns roles. People don't matter to it, it doesn't care about them."It's the squeaky wheel that gets the grease." That's the main divline of human life.

Kill or be killed if you are at war.

Lie or be deceived if you are at peace.

God rolls the dice to decide people's fates. Some will come out of the war a well-deserved hero, while others will fall on the battlefield or be hailed as cowards and traitors. Some will profit by deceiving someone, while others will listen to children's fairy tales all their lives, naively believing in them.

All life is a game and we're just actors in it.

All life is a game and the Masters control us.

All life is a game and we're just pawns.

All life is a game, for God is playing dice.

#xenophanes #creepypasta #fnf #friday night funkin #sonic.exe #sonic exe #reader #gender neutral reader #creepypasta x you #creepypasta x reader #tw: body horror #tw: violence #yandere #yandere x reader #sonic.exe x reader

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citowon · 4 years ago

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spring troupe and gender neutral s/o watch horror movies

about time i finally write for this blog... i was hit with the image of masumi watching a horror movie with his s/o, thought how lovely it would be if there was content of that, then realized i have that power now

word count: 1,935

tags: established relationship, non-detailed mentions of horror themes (gore, monsters, etc)

sakuya sakuma

🌸 when the topic of a horror movie date first comes up, he’s a bit scared. he’s only seen a couple, one of which was for mankai play research.

🌸 when it’s actually showing, though, he’s pretty calm! the anticipation was the worst part, and he somehow doesn’t get scared even during the most terrifying movie of the year. he’s great at reminding himself it’s just fictional in the end

🌸 vampires? not scary. aliens? he thinks they’re cute! gore? well, yeah, it’s unnerving at first but it’s all fake, and once he reminds himself of that he’s fine

🌸 he gets scared at the littlest things though. there might be a continuity error where a knife is in its holder on the counter in one shot and then removed the next, and no one in the movie acknowledges it nor is it supposed to mean anything but he can and will psych himself out thinking about just what moved it

🌸 king of predicting plot twists! he might be very good at spotting continuity errors, but he’s even better at picking out little bits of foreshadowing and putting together the mystery

🌸 gets spooked the most by jumpscares. every time he squeaks a bit (on really bad ones he might scream) and every time he always does the same embarrassed sigh afterwards and goes to squeeze your hand to calm himself

🌸 psychological horror is definitely the best pick for sakuya. he thinks a lot about what’ll happen next in the movie and loves to discuss about movies with you regardless of the genre, so with thought-provoking psychological films it fits him like a glove

🌸 and hey, if things ever get too intense he loves b-list horror movies! he thinks the bad acting is endearing and always finds something to compliment even with the trashiest, corniest flick

🌸 if you ever get uncomfortable, he might commentate in the movie and try to poke fun at it- i mean, the killer clown is kind of funny! look how bright and colorful it is compared to the rest of the set! he keeps his voice light and sunny so you have something comforting to concentrate on

masumi usui

🎧 he loves the idea of horror night. cuddling with you, holding you protectively as the suspense rises, stealing kisses to distract you from the monster and erase your fear...

🎧 he’s only seen a few horror movies in his life, less than the fingers he has on one hand, but whatever. it’s a movie. it’s not real. if he got too immersed he could just tell himself it’s fake and be done with it.

🎧 spoiler alert: he didn’t.

🎧 masumi did not, and i repeat, did NOT expect to get so invested??? even if you’re scared, he’s definitely the most terrified

🎧 that’s not to say he’ll show it. he’s doing everything to keep a neutral face, and you’ll probably assume he’s holding to you tighter during the scary parts like he’s protecting you.

🎧 (it’s actually because you’re the one [1] thing grounding him. you’re protecting him, not the other way around! in hindsight, he likes being cared for even when he thought he’d be the one spoiling you, not the other way around. he just wishes it didn’t have to be during such a scary movie, that’s all)

🎧 will take his fear to the grave... unless you ask him directly about it. please hold him and tell him the monsters aren’t real, even though he’s a heavy sleeper he will stay up until 3 am, his mind reminding him how creepy the movie was every time he’s about to drift off

🎧 so does not fuck with ghosts, if he didn’t believe in them before he certainly does now. the poor guy looks up how to ward away spirits and ends up carrying around a salt packet on him for the next two weeks

tsuzuru minagi

📖 tsuzuru’s not exactly a horror fan. he claims it’s brainless and pointless

📖 (admittedly he’s a little scared of them, but he still thinks they’re dependent on shock alone, and have zero rewatch value since the writing is more focused on in-the-moment spooks than actual plot.)

📖 he’ll roll his eyes and tease you a little but eventually he’ll go along with watching a horror movie

📖 to psych himself out of his fear tsuzuru decides to watch them critically and note what plot points to do (or more likely not to do) for future plays

📖 this works out for the beginning but by the middle of the movie he’s enraptured. he can’t tell if it’s actually good or if it’s a car wreck he can’t help but watch

📖 does the corny move where he yawns and wraps an arm around you, and you’d almost buy it from his earlier cynicism but then the killer shows their face and he tenses up like hell and you just know

📖 gets embarrassed every time he’s scared- he even turns pink, and gets even redder if you try to hold his hand or cuddle him closer (even though there’s nothing he’d want more after something that creepy)

📖 by the end he’s got a few new ideas that might go to autumn or winter troupe’s latest plays, and admits okay, fine, maybe horror isn’t so pointless after all

itaru chigasaki

🎮 screw movies, you’re playing horror games instead!

🎮 most of itaru’s horror games are single-player, so one of you takes the controller while the other sits next to the player, but itaru’ll drape his arms around you from behind in a back hug the entire time you play

🎮 he doesn’t really shut up. the entire time, he’s either cracking a joke or trying to freak you out more, if only so he doesn’t get in his head and overthink the creepy atmosphere

🎮 asshole only quiets down when the game gets tense, and then suddenly puts his hands around your shoulders or neck to scare you. regardless if you fall for it or not, he always laughs at himself and just-so-happens to break the tension as a scary cutscene plays

🎮 still commentates when he’s the player, but gasps or jumps even at small atmospheric scares

🎮 itaru definitely overthinks the game. he gets super cautious over tiny details and makes the missions way harder than they should be since he keeps overestimating the enemy line of sight and how noisy the avatar is

🎮 if you happen to be playing a co-op horror it’s a constant “no u” battle over who should do the scariest tasks

🎮 “reader, we need to cleanse the room next. you should do it” “no, you should do it. you have the quartz item remember” “i can give it to you since you have the ghost ward” “the ghost ward doesn’t apply to this quest, besides, you’re better at this ghost attack quick time event than me” “no it does, and you’re more optimized” “i can just give the items to you-“ “no you should do it” “no you” “no you” “no you” “no y-”

🎮 you both lose

citron

🍋 citron loves horror movies! he thinks they’re... comforting?

🍋 turns out he’s only seen movies about cursed dolls and b-horror, which explains a lot- he loves dolls too much to be scared by them and he thinks b-list horror is hilarious- but he’ll still proudly proclaim he’s unflappable and swear to protect you from the bad guys

🍋 when you’re actually watching the movie you can’t tell if he’s faking his reactions or not. he’s very noisy

🍋 he gets scared enough during the gruesome and horrific scenes to hold you close and tight like a teddy bear, and during the worst of it he might muffle a scream by diving into the crook of your neck, obscuring his vision until the scene changes

🍋 and yet, he laughs at the next scene’s unrealism, and manages to poke enough fun at the movie that you giggle and his terror disappears, he loves your laugh way more than he can be afraid of monsters

🍋 can’t do gore for the life of him, but when it comes to the actual plot, he’s rather critical of characters acting dumb. he catches on to nonsensical writing quick, but usually asks you to clarify the plot holes before realizing that he found a loophole in the writing

🍋 whenever you’re scared and not even his goofy reactions and commentary can help, he plants a sweet kiss on your cheek, strokes your hair, and holds you close to his chest until the fear goes away. he’s surprisingly good at protecting you from the movie

🍋 after the movie he’ll say his country has a similar legend to the movie monsters, but he claims the legends are true in zafra, and zafrans have a very specific tradition to prevent the monsters from attacking them

🍋 the movie also gave citron the idea of creepily standing behind you silently until you turn around and get startled, or occasionally chanting in a strange, cultish language and pretending he didn’t say a thing, or making a doll with the same markings as the clown puppet from the movie...

🍋 citron continues to be even scarier than the actual horror movie, but can’t wait until the next horror night! maybe watching it was a bad idea after all...

chikage utsuki

🌙 chikage just doesn’t get the appeal of horror. it’s just a fake movie, why do people get so creeped out by terrible sfx and unrealistic monsters?

🌙 he’s seen scarier things than any werewolf pack, zombie outbreak, or witch coven can throw at him. if you insist on watching a scary movie, fine, he’ll be happy to let you sit on his lap, just don’t expect to creep him out as well, or else you’ll be sorely disappointed.

🌙 he analyzes the movie more than he watches it, but doesn’t speak up even though the fight scenes look pitiful. if this were real life, he’d sweep the whole brood of shambling monstrosities in record time and be back home in time for izumi’s curry

🌙 chikage runs his hands under your shirt whenever the monster’s on screen to scare you. it’s actually really creepy- his fingers are light and quick and always makes you flinch, even if you know it’s just your boyfriend

🌙 he’ll listen to your thoughts about the movie, but doesn’t have strong opinions himself. he thinks the scares are mediocre at best, even without considering his background, but won’t mention how unrealistic it was unless you mention it first.

🌙 psychological horror, however, is a whole different story

🌙 maybe chikage can’t get scared by generic spirit halloween monsters but once you introduce thought-provoking plot, questions and dilemmas, now he’s hooked

🌙 he really likes wondering if the protagonist is actually the good guy and making theories about the origins of the monsters and why they’re so destructive, even if he forgets about them once the movie’s over.

🌙 love love looooves the “the monsters were harmless creatures before humans dished out the first blow” trope. he knows how common it is, but there’s a lot of ways to go about it, especially on a subtextual level, and he just can’t get enough

🌙 the deeper the plot is, expect a longer conversation about the ins and outs of it. they get surprisingly thoughtful and introspective, even if chikage throws in a few bullshit stories related to the movie just to watch you squirm

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zukosgay · 4 years ago

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I see you posting about horror and I would love some recs if you have some to share 🙏

i just accidentally deleted a whole list fjahsjdasd i hate my life. anyways, i’m just gonna go ahead and assume you know the classics that get recommended all the time (the babadook, the ring, the exorcist, the vvitch, the conjuring, hereditary, the thing, insidious, etc.). here’s some underrated/indie horror movies i rarely see talked about (favs are in italics):

The not-actually-that-scary-but-still-good horror movies:

Let The Right One In (2008) – I mean, it’s literally my favorite movie/book and I have a tattoo of it, we been knew

Possum (2018) – I cannot even begin to tell you how much I adore this movie. Horror movies about CSA that explore it without once showing the actual rape, but still being terrifying/disturbing nonetheless?? Just an irish guy chilling with the puppet personification of his csa trauma????? Hells yeah (huge TW for spiders tho, i mean. I’m not scared of spiders but that fucking puppet is stil terrifying no matter how much I look at it)

Hard Candy has a soft spot in my heart. That’s my emotional support „ellen page tortures pedophiles“ movie

Thirst (2009)

Ravenous (1999) THE INHERENT ROMANTICISM OF BEING GAY AND CANNIBALS ON A MOUNTAIN. Brokeback mountain for cannibals

We Are What We Are (2010)

Marrowbone (2017)

The transfiguration (2016) – there’s so little vampire stories with black people, and i really loved how this wasn’t outright fantasy horror but had more of a ‚vampirism as an actual mental illness‘ approach

Nightbreed (1990) this movie IS lgbt cinema history

Gerald’s Game (2017) – we get it elena you love horror movies about the trauma of CSA

The autopsy of jane doe (2017) - i feel like this movie is perfect for horror fans who are tentative about seeing any big grotesque/gorey jumpscares

As Above, So Below (2014) (the first and so far only movie that got permission to film in the paris catacombs) (also good for starters)

The Actually-Scary (at least to me) movies:

Lake Mungo (2008) ((think of TMA’s The End)) (i deadass think about this movie so often, the story is so devastating and really stays in my head. also the bg ghosts)

The [REC] franchise!!! any of those movies fuck me up and are TERRIFYING (again ff)

I watched 30 Days of Night (2007) when it came out, when i was way too young, and it still to this day holds the spot for coolest vampire design (they modelled them after the jaws of white sharks!!! They’re supposed to be slavic strigoi) and also one of the only one times where i was actually scared by vampires

Livid (2011) (french horror movie!) (v gorey)

The Taking of Deborah Logan (2014) (found footage of a demonic mom – you’ll see a lot of FF on this list cuz i think it’s criminally underrated and terrifying if done well)

NOROI: The Curse (2005) ((ff))

Open water (2003) (this is scary to me because it’s based on a true story about a couple who went cave diving in the ocean with a guide who got LEFT BEHIND in the middle of the motherfucking ocean – with literally nothing to hold onto and no one even reporting them missing. Also, after i watched this i did a lil research and turns out there’s quite a lot of people ‚going missing‘ while taking swimming lessons where the guides will just drive to shore without them YEARLY. Fucked up if true) ((this has tma the vast vibes))

Clown (2014) (I recommend this to people who aren’t scared to like Eli Roth movies and think It Chap. 1 was boring)

Martyrs (2008) – a classic, this movie is bound to disturb you. It’s about child abuse and the survivors of child abuse enacting revenge, though it’s not the typical csa/anything similiar. HUGE tw for uhhhh, torture, self harm, mutilation etc..

Mama (2008) – the goth tattooed rocker chic jessica chastain movie

The bay (2012) (ff)

The last exorcism (2010) (ff)

The wailing (2016)

If you put on any V/H/S movie for me I’m guaranteed to shit my pants, so there’s that

May (2002) – i turned lesbophobic after watching this movie. About a lesbian obsessed with dolls i’ll say nothing more

The not-as-scary-but-still-scary-so-i-dont-wanna-put-them-in-the-first-list-in-case-i-traumatize-anyone movies:

Creep 1 & 2

The Strangers

The void (2016) ((tma the spiral))

The Hallow (2015)

The loved ones (2009) – a classic

Excision (2012) (if you liked raw)

Devil’s pass (2013)

Afflicted (2013) ((ff))

The cell (2000)

Session 9 (2001)

They Look Like People (2015)

The children (2008) – fuck them KIDS

The blackcoat’s daughter (2015)

I really liked Armie Hammer’s netflix original Wounds (2019)? IDK why. I found the story (albeit better suited as a short story) fascinating

Night Eats The World (2018) – another french movie! This time it’s about the inherent isolation and loneliness in locking yourself in a parisian apartment all alone with a bunch of zombies eating the rest of the world

Pontypool (2008)

The lure (2015) – yes, we’re polish, yes, we’re mermaids, yes, we eat men, yes, we also perform in a pop girl group WE EXIST!

I am not a serial killer (2016)

Green room (2015)

That’s it, pretty much.

#god i saw my life flash before my eyes when i accidentally deleted the whole reply. so i did it in word instead #pirategf

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obsessive-ego · 4 years ago

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Sneaky but not really

Musical beetlejuice x reader

Beetlejuice first sleepover with you

Soft, lewd jokes warning, sort of, you know how bj is

Love at first strike was the perfect way to describe your relationship, well at least to beetlejuice. After a scare gone wrong the ghoul was head over heals for you, long story short you were Delia's niece, after a few moments upon meeting lydia, the kid tricked and locked you in the basement, where said ghoul was waiting to 'introduce' himself to you. When he jumped out from the darkness you reacted poorly and sucker punched him in the jaw, with a hard thump the demon hits the floor, of course you felt awful about the whole thing, hitting someone you didnt even know, but as you went to help the poor man up his only response was "damn sugar, hit me again".

The rest was history, you visited lydia and beetlejuice like clockwork, you enjoyed them both, having a similar sense of humor really helped, hell you even joined in on Beetlejuice's lewd humor when lydia was out of ear shot, the ghoul adored this, you were perfect for him, funny and had the balls big enough to hit him, no one's ever done that before.

...

"Please please please, come on baby, dont you trust me?~" beetlejuice pleaded clinging to your leg like a child

"Beej, no, it's not that I dont trust you its just-" you trail off glancing to lydia for some help, the kid just stifles a laugh at you.

"What's wrong y/n? He'd be the perfect little house guest, you live alone right? What's the issue?" She shrugs

You sigh, beetlejuice has been begging you forever to let him sleepover and looks like he roped lydia into it, or she just thought it was funny to watch you flail.

"Come on babes, itll be great, we'll watch movies, order take out, suck face-"

"What?"

"Nothing"

You scowl, and pinch the bridge of your nose, taking a deep breath, then a long sigh

"Fine"

The weight from you leg was lifted in a flash and the ghoul was right in your face "REALLY?! Great choice, you are never gonna regret this sweet stuff" the ghouls cups your face and gives you a quick kiss before disappearing leaving you dazed and confused, what have you done.

...

As you walked home you couldnt help bit feel dread creeping up on you, hoping you never reach your destination, it's not like you didnt want beetlejuice to come to your little home, it's more of you were nervous being alone with the demon in such a personal space, you liked him yeah, more then you're will to admit, this whole 'sleepover' is gonna be more then awkward. The dread sinks in when you stand infront if your little apartment building, you sigh and head inside, at your door your hands tremble with the keys, your nerves reaching new heights, you wanted to vomit, you wanted this whole thing to be done and over, stupid undead bastard who wormed his way into your heart.

Home sweet home, you toss your belongings aside and shamble your way to the living room, plopping down on the couch you swallow hard, as the conversation you and beej had before leaving the Deetz house flood back into your mind

'Now all you gotta do to get me into your little home is say my name 3 times, 3 times in a row spoken, unbroken, okay? I'll be waiting sugar~"

You knew he was teasing you, the ghoul could probably tell how the whole pet name thing effected you, since no ones ever done that to you before. Taking a deep breath of air and jumping up from the couch you decided it's now or never, and you knew if you didnt summon him he'll be twice as annoying the next time you saw him.

"BEETLEJUICE"

You could feel the air get heavier

"BEETLEJUICE"

The temperature around your body drops, you take a deep breath trying to steady yourself

"Beetlejuice" you clamp your eyes shut, not really sure what's gonna happen next, since you weren't exactly told much past the whole how to thing.

"Its showtime~" a gravely voice purrs in your ear and you nearly jump out of your skin, you curse and turn to the culprit, beetlejuice, he was here, it was really that simple.

"You came-" you stutter in disbelief

"Oh doll, your sweet voice would make anyone cum as fast as I did~" the ghoul coos as he cups your face, you flinch at the joke, yes you sure walked into it, giving the demon a perfect set up, beetlejuice howls with laughter at your reaction.

"Babes you make this too easy, but ya know I like easy gals" he gives you a wink followed by a loud cackle.

You regain your composure and clear your throat "well this is it, my home" you give a half hearted gesture, the ghoul whistles in response as if he was impressed by your little home.

"So babes, how bout you show old mr beebleboose where the magic happens~" the demon coos wiggling his eyebrows, you couldnt help but snort a laugh, as you give the demon a soft shove.

"All right sugar, what's the plan tonight? Shitty horror? Take out? Tonsil hockey?" Tips of pink gracing the demons hair as he purrs that last part.

Again a you snort out a laugh "2 out of 3 there beej"

"Sucking face while watching bad movies? You really know how to spoil a ghost" beetlejuice cackles, leaning in close as he makes kissing sounds.

You push the ghoul off, as you chuckle, embarrassed, yet amused at your pal's constant jokes.

You pull out your phone to order a pizza for the two of you, you knew the demon can and will eat anything so you knew he wouldnt really care WHAT you ordered. Beetlejuice perks up at your actions, he wasnt a fan of cell phones, he hated when your attention wasnt fully on him, but after some trial and error he learned to adapt to subtlety messing with you in that state of distraction.

The ghoul places his arm around you shoulder and leans in to you, watching you tap away on your phone, he never really got the whole technical thing, the ghoul was more into making you nervous, in his current position, pressed up against you, he could feel your warmth, he could hear your heart pounding, and he could see your fingers fumble as you try to type, the ghoul huffs out a small chuckle when he sees you puff out your cheeks as you try to focus and steady your hands to finish what you were doing.

...

The two of you chatted and joked about as beetlejuice told you stories of scares he pulled off with lydia, he was practically glowing green with excitement as he told you in great detailed of how amazing and scary he was and how you need to see him in action more often, the demons mood was contagious you couldnt help but laugh and hang on practically every word. The two of you are interrupted with a knock on your door,

You get up from the couch without much thought, beetlejuice jumps up quickly after you, and pulls you to the front door, you make a noise of surprise at the sudden action.

"Watch and be amazed sweet stuff, its show time" the ghoul swings open the door to see the delivery guy.

"Pizza for l/n"

"Thanks man" the ghoul takes the pizza and hands it to you.

"Oh! Babes what did you order anyway?" The ghoul asks before snapping his fingers, a familiar tingle goes through your body, you go stiff as beetlejuice puppets your words

"Oh you know honey, the usual, pepperoni, bacon, and tarantulas" you say in a cheery tone.

"Tarantulas?" The delivery guys asks

"You never tried one? They crunch real nice" the ghoul goes to pull out a live rather large tarantula from his coat pocket, you flinch at the sight, not being a fan of bugs. Beetlejuice, without hesitation drops the spider into his mouth, the crunching noise alone made the colour drain from your face, but your reaction was nothing in comparison to pizza guy. The poor guy looked like he was gonna vomit, frozen in place with the scene in front of him.

"Where are my manners? Want one?" Beetlejuice leans forward into his victim dangling a new larger tarantula in the poor man's face.

"Open wide~" he coos

At that The pizza guy's legs finally give out, causing him to drop to his ass, the man screams and scrambles to his feet, stumbling and fumbling all the while getting away from your home.

"Such a beautiful sound~" beetlejuice sighs, as he slides the spider into his coat pocket "save him for later" he mumbles before turning to you

"So? How was I sugar?" The ghoul was beaming at you with a big toothy grin, desperate for your approval.

You snort out a hard laugh "you're disgusting beej, amazingly disgusting" you cackle

The ghoul bows at your praise "thank you doll, you are too kind~"

God did beetlejuice live for your praise, the attention you gave him, he wanted you so badly, he wanted you to say 'beetlejuice, I see you, I accept you, I fear for my safety around you'. But you were dense and a coward, and he sure as hell didnt want to make the first move, so this, this was fine for now, you praising him and spending time with him, will just have to do until you proclaim your undying love for him.

The two of you hang out on the couch, you in your pajamas, beetlejuice leaning into you with an arm around you, you never really fought this, beej was the touchy feely type and he claims how he just likes how warm you are, so you just went with it. As your movie marathon runs late you begin to nod off, you finally commit to bed time when you nudge Beetlejuice's arm off and stand up, the ghoul makes a noise of annoyance at your absence.

"I'm going to bed" you yawn out "night beej" you wave goodnight before heading to you room, the ghoul growls at this, he didnt really want to stop hanging out with you, but unfortunately breather need sleep, the demon flows you to your room.

As you climb into bed beetlejuice phases through the bedroom door

"Oh no!" His voice alerts you to his presence

"Theres only one bed" he continues in a false worried tone, you know your brows together

"Beetlejuice I can make up the couch for you if you like, I know you dont sleep-"

"OH NO THERE'S ONLY ONE BED AND ITS A SINGLE" he repeats as if a louder volume will change anything.

"Bee-"

"I guess we'll just have to share y/n, please be gentle with me~" the demon coos as he slumps onto the bed

You give him a soft smile at this awful little show, but as nice and warm as the idea of sharing your bed with him would make you feel, you weren't exactly ready to agree to that, anxiety and nerves beat away any romantic thought.

"Beej, come on-"

"Cum on what?"

You snort out a soft laugh, you always walked into a set up for him without a second thought.

"Beetlejuice, no offense, but I dont feel comfortable with that, you know, sharing a bed with you, I mean, like, you know" your voice shrank as you spoke, you didnt want to sound rude, not that hed ever mind, the ghoul sits up and stares back at you with a wide toothy grin.

"I getcha sweets, not till marriage, right? You never struck me as the old fashioned type, but I can wait till we tie the knot~" he winks that last part, you can feel you ears burn with embarrassment, all of his flirting jokes did make you blush, but the marriage jokes were the big guns, you adored the demon, and the idea of being married to him made your heart want to rip it's way out of your chest.

Without another word beetlejuice vanishes before your eyes, and a soft "goodnight" is whispered in you ear, causing you to shiver.

...

Finally after all that time begging you finally let beetlejuice into your home, just you and him, such a high level of trust you have in him, the ghoul himself is filled with delight at the thought, here he was floating next to your bed, watching you slept so peacefully, completely unaware of the dead man watching you.

"Ya know sweet stuff, you look real cute when you sleep~" he purrs, pink hue gracing his hair in streaks.

It goes without saying the demon was a creep, so it was no surprise he would watch you sleep. The ghoul stares at you for hours, taking in all the little things about you, the little things of being alive, how your chest slowly moved up and down as you slept, how you're lips were slightly parted, those sweet little sounds you'd make during your slumber.

As the time went by the ghoul's mind began to wander.

"Bet it's real warm under those covers huh?" He mused

"Y/n is such an oblivious little breather, they probably wouldnt even notice little old me sliding in next to that soft, warm, body of theirs" he whispered to himself, the thought alone of pressing himself up against your warm body was enough to get the demon drooling.

That was all the convincing he needed, slip in to cuddle for a bit, then slip out before you wake, easy.

With a snap of his fingers the ghoul's trade mark striped suit disappears leaving him in a pair of striped boxers, with another snap beetlejuice reappears next to you in bed, the wave of warm washing over him was delightful, so toasty warm, so soft and comfy, he could get used to this, with a soft sigh the ghoul cuddled up to you, without a second thought he gets carried away, wrapping him arms around your body, you respond with some unintelligible noise as the demon pulls you into him.

Beetlejuice, now completely pink, gives your forehead a kiss before whispering a soft

"goodnight y/n"

This was heaven, or as close as a born dead demon straight from hell was gonna get at least, everything felt so good, your soft body in his arms, your warmth, your scent, your soft comfy bed, he could really get used to this. Beetlejuice didnt have to sleep, but did to pass the time when bored, but tonight he fell asleep for a more soft reason, yes the ghoul has had more flings and one night stands then he could remember, but this, he never spent the night in another's arms, someone who genuinely liked him and wanted him around, the ghoul couldnt help but doze off with this level of comfort, as cheesy as it sounded, it was true.

...

Unfortunately him dozing off was a less then great idea, beetlejuice was a heavy sleeper, more so then you were.

"BEETLEJUICE!"

The ghoul shoots up at your rather loud call, beetlejuice looks up at you to see a rather embarrassed, confused you, clenching the blanket to your chest, though you were full clothed.

"Morning sweetheart, you sleep well in daddy's arms?" He purrs, busted the demon Hope's to flirt his way out of getting trouble.

"What are you doing?!" Your voice trembles as you're pretty sure the ghoul can hear your heart pounding like a jackhammer.

"I couldnt help myself it's so chilly at night, and you're so warm" the ghoul shrugs "Oh! Right I forgot my little y/n is an old fashioned little breather, guess we gotta get hitched now huh?" The ghoul winks at you.

You felt like your heart was gonna explode, you just woke up and he's pulling this? Honestly part of you wasnt surprised he'd worm his way into your bed, and tease the hell out of you, then it hits you. You stare at the ghoul, his torso exposed, completely bare, revealing a rather hairy, scared up upper half, while his waist was hidden below the covers.

"Beetlejuice, please, please tell me you're wearing something below the waist" you turn your head away not wanting to look at him, you knew beej is a creepy pervert, but he wouldnt sneak into your bed completely naked, would he?

Beetlejuice let's out his awful cackle, causing you to flinch.

"Babes do you really think, I'd slip in next to you in bed balls out? Please, I am a perfect gentleman, I already vowed to marry you after I slept with you" he snorts out a laugh.

You return your gaze to the ghoul to see he has removed the covers to reveal a pair of boxers resembling his suit. You sigh in relief, the demon only smirks at your reaction.

"Like what you see?~" he wiggles his eyebrows and bites his lip while giving his hips a quick jerk upwards.

"Beej please, i guess it's fine if you want to sleep with me, as long as you're respectful, I mean you're gonna do it anyways so" you trail off clearly embarrassed at his lewd motions, but finding it easier to ignore them and continue on with what had transpired.

"Whoa, you mean it?" The ghoul sits up, wide eyed and pink at your words

"Yes, as long as you're not gonna be gross about it- FUCK"

Beetlejuice lunges at you, pulling you into a tight hug, this was all too much for first thing in the morning, yes it felt nice to be held, but youd be lying if waking up next to beetlejuice didnt scare the shit out of you, but sleeping together, as warm as it made you feel, its gonna take some getting used too.

"How bout we get some coffee?" You ask timidly.

Beetlejuice pulls away, a big dopey grin plastered across his face, patches of pink slowly taking over his scratchy facial hair.

"You read my mind doll".

One of these days, you should really ask him what pink ment for him, maybe comfort? Really happy? Who knows

Bonus

After a rather embarrassing morning for you, the two of you make your way to the kitchen for a cup of coffee. Beetlejuice didnt exactly drink coffee, just really milk and sugar with coffee in it, not that you minded

The two of you sat in silence at your little kitchen table, you scrolled through your phone checking weather and other nonsense as you take a sip of your coffee the ghoul cuts the silence

"You think Adam will be my best man at our wedding?"

You nearly choke on your drink.

#beetlejuice x reader #muscial beetlejuice x reader #rambling

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neilmobile · 3 years ago

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Here's my movies of 2021 list. I watched so many terrible horror movies (free Shudder trial) and now, with a criterion subscription, rounding out the year with obscure 70s gems. Bolded were great, italics were terrible:

The Sword in the Stone

Mank

Blackbeard's Ghost

Beowulf

Beowulf & Grendel

Sweet Smell of Success

Jane Eyre (1943)

Fireball: Visitors From Darker Worlds

Solaris (1972)

Tapeheads

You Should Have Left

Sea of Shadows

The Lodge

War Games

Vamp

April Fools Day

Tales of Terror

Our Man in Havana

Odd Man Out

Beau Travail

Running Man (1963)

Outside the Wire

The Midnight Sky

The Computer Wore Tennis Shoes

Beastie Boys Story

Mystery Train

The Professionals

Psycho Goreman

Bill and Ted Face the Music

Fantasy Island

Arkansas

Waiting for the Barbarians

The Yakuza

Coming 2 America (ugh)

Nomadland

Zac Snyder's Justice League (fuck this)

Sunset Boulevard

Waiting

Batman Forever

Le Havre

Godzilla VS Kong

Elvira Mistress of the Dark

One Cut of the Dead

Godzilla vs Mechagodzilla

Terror of Mechagodzilla

Cleopatra

Urban Legend

Warlock

Warlock 2

Fear Dot Com

Mindhunters

The Blob (1958)

Play Time

Dragon Inn

Mortal Kombat (2021)

Point Blank

My Fair Lady

Assault on Precinct 13

House (Hausu)

Police Story 2

Without Remorse

Snatch

The Street Fighter

The Street Fighter Returns

Revenge of the Street Fighter

Beverly Hillbillies

High Flying Bird

Apostle

The Naked Gun

Ava

Ma Rainey's Black Bottom

Da 5 Bloods

Mudbound

Poseidon

Spider-Man 3

Dark Skies

The Mitchells vs The Machines

12 Rounds

The Marine

Elvira's Haunted Hills

Space Sweepers

La Traviata

Exodus

Army of the Dead (why do I keep watching his movies)

Down Periscope

Bachelor Party

Countdown

Antebellum

Rocco and his Brothers

Sam Whiskey

Repo Man

Local Hero

Greenland

Stroszek

Woyzeck

Fata Morgana

Heart of Glass

Jubal

Slaughterhouse Rulez

An Elephant Standing Still

Fast Color

F9: Fast Saga

Handsome

Wolf of Snow Hollow

Summer of Soul

Fear Street 1994: Part 1

Concrete Cowboy

Runaway

Cleo from 9 to 5

Rio Bravo

Rio Lobo

The Sparks Brothers

Black Widow

The Great Beauty

Werewolves Within

Fear Street 1978: Part 2

Fear Street 1666: Part 3

Psycho

Psycho 2

Terror Train

Escape Room

The Hitcher (2007)

The Green Knight

The Suicide Squad

Employee of the Month

Don't Breathe

Old

Waxwork

Bacurau

Horror of Dracula

Brides of Dracula

Rollercoaster

The Mummy (1959)

Night of the Lepus

How to Make a Monster

The Thing That Couldn't Die

Snake Eyes: GI Joe thing

Haunted Mansion

King Kong Escapes

The Beast Must Die

Cannibal Women in the Avacado Jungle of Death

Demonic Toys

This Island Earth

Doll Man

Evil Bong

Trancers

Romeo Must Die

Marseille Trilogy - Cesar

Marseille Trilogy - Marius

Marseille Trilogy - Fanny

Shang-Chi

Killers From Outer-Space

Hideous!

Valley of the Dragons

The Mole People

Seven Samurai

Hook

Son of Dr. Jekyll

Crystal Lake Memories

Hobgoblins

Shrunken Heads

Seedpeople

Puppet Master

Oblivion

Anacondas: Hunt for the Blood Orchid

The Creation of the Humanoids

Kate

Candyman (2021)

The Empty Man

Day of the Dolphin

The Mummy's Tomb

Dinosaurus

Malignant (this was terrible and great)

Lost Boys: The Tribe

Prom Night (2008)

Prom Night (1980)

Prom Night 2

Snatchers

Hellmaster

Carrie

House on Haunted Hill

No Time To Die

Halloween 4

Halloween 5

Night of the Demons

Dark Waters

Viya

There's Someone Inside Your House

Blacula

Muppet's Haunted Mansion

Maniac Cop

House of Wax (2005)

Curse of the Mummy's Tomb

The Turning

The Grudge

Evilspeak

Another Evil

Satanic Panic

Scare Package

Porno

Edge of the Axe

Here Comes Hell

Saturday the 14th

Dr. Cyclops

Dracula: Dead and Loving It

Halloween Kills

Malevolant

Annette

Curse of Frankenstein

Mary Shelley's Frankenstein

Cult of the Cobra

She-Wolf of London

Lamb

Time Walker

Last Night in Soho

Dune (2021)

Have Rocket Will Travel

The Devil Rides Out

The French Dispatch

Adios, Sabata

Jungle Cruise

Red Notice

Big Star: Nothing Can Hurt Me

The In-Laws

Venom: Let There Be Carnage

Beatles: Get Back

Hot Millions

To Live and Die in LA

Wild Goose Lake

Monos

Snake Eyes (1998)

Those Who Wish Me Dead

A Spy Movie

Black Friday (1940)

Popeye

The Last Embrace

Prisoner of Zenda (1979)

Spider-Man: No Way Home

Raising Cane

Stalker

Sparkle (1976)

Sanjuro

Tick, Tick, Boom

Power of the Dog

Night Comes For Us

Dead Men Don't Wear Plaid

News of the World

The Last Duel

The Matrix: Resurrections (yoinks)

Antlers

10 Rillington Place

Living in Oblivion

To Die For (this is so good, go see it, Illeana Douglas forever)

Last Train from Gun Hill

Reversal of Fortune (fuck this movie for making Alan Dershowitz seem like a decent person)

Man on a Swing

#movies 2021

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tornrose24 · 4 years ago

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What puppet freaked you out?

Oh boy, it’s going to sound weird considering where it came from...

So for anyone that hasn’t checked my Tumblr stuff, I’m a fan of Captain Underpants (which explains what I meant about ‘CU fan art’ and I don’t think most of my new followers realize how often I’ve done fan art for it). And if you are somewhat familiar with the books or movie, you’ll know that the characters have a nice simple style with black lines for eyes, which carried into the cartoon series on Netflix.

In season two, episode 3 of TetoCU, we are first shown a puppet of Principal Krupp... and this... abomination of sin not only has that creepy puppet vibe to begin with, but it has near realistic green eyes that contrast horribly against the art style of the characters.

And this.... this God awful thing.... ALWAYS appears when you least expect it to! It always scares me and I can’t stand looking at that damn thing. Hell I can’t even stand DRAWING its damn creepy face.

And this ****er appeared in like 4-5 episodes without warning and each time nearly gave me a heart attack. I’d burn that thing to ashes if given the chance!

Angie doesn’t scare me because she fits in the Resident Evil world perfectly. The Puppet from Five Nights at Freddys doesn’t scare me unless you count the Nightmare version. Any puppet or doll that belongs in an intended horror film/game/whatever isn’t that scary to me.

The Krupp puppet? It does NOT belong in this kids series. And at the end of the first episode it appears in, its implied to be alive and I dread the day the show actually does something with it beyond simple cameos. And I’m more than certain it might get its own episode when season 5 rolls around. (God I hope I’m wrong).

I suppose if you look it up, it might not seem that scary looking... but imagine it suddenly appearing out of nowhere amongst characters with an innocent cartoon ‘lines for eyes’ style, and then you’ll know.

(And the sheer irony of that damn thing is that it was the first time we had an idea of what Krupp/CU’s natural eye color is, and as a green eyed person myself, I thought it was neat... BUT I DIDN’T WANT TO FIND THAT OUT THAT WAY!!)

#captain underpants #resident evil #honestly F*** that puppet #I don't care if it looks harmless to others I HATE THAT THING!#I'm not joking about the near heart attack thing either #the epic tales of captain underpants #please for the love of god may it not get its own episode #god what were they thinking?!

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beerecordings · 5 years ago

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It takes one sleep spell.

Not complicated. Not novel to him. Not difficult. It takes energy, yes, a good deal, but he'll recover in a couple days. It's worth it.

One sleep spell, four times. One for everyone in his home. Three brothers and an intruder. Three brothers and a threat.

He's just young and confused, whispers one last fighting voice in his head. Scared like you were when you came to be. He doesn't deserve to be hurt for it.

Three brothers are more important than one stranger. His mind is made up. That last cerebration of revolution is a coward and nothing more.

He ghosts out of his room, leaving the door open behind him. The moonlight from the living room is looking right at him. He stares back and tries not to breathe. Down the hall, whispering.

Upstairs, first. He isn't ready to deal with that.

His younger brothers live across from each other up the stairs, so close they can hear each other if they call out during the night, especially since both sleep with their door open. May as well be sharing a room, he thinks sometimes. It feels intimate to stand between them. Right now, it even feels invasive.

But it's his job to protect them. They've been through enough already. He'll do what he has to do.

Henrik has fallen asleep right on top of his covers, still clutching his phone in one hand, his eyes heavy and purple with fatigue. Marvin doubts he even needs a sleeping spell, but it's better to be safe than sorry. He used to have nightmares that would wake him up hour after hour, til his whole face was the color of smoke and his hair was coming out from sleep loss and stress. He's finally recovering. He's finally healing. He deserves to keep healing far away from anything that could hurt him. Drooling into his pillows, his glasses askew on his face and his hair ruffled like a bird's nest, scarred and exhausted, Marvin still thinks he's beautiful.

He brushes his hand along Henrik's hair, resting his palm along the back of his head. Henrik's breath hitches for just a second – and then he lets out a long, low sigh, and his breathing evens, deep and heavy, his fingers going limp around his phone. Marvin takes it from him and places it on his bedside table before drawing back the covers and slipping him gently underneath, taking off his glasses and pulling the blankets up to his chest. Henrik does not stir.

One sleeping spell.

Chase is wrapped up in bandages around his shirtless torso. He's buried up to his nose in bedsheets, but Marvin has the sudden need to see the wound, to remember the anger and the determination that brought him here. He fills his palm with Chase's chin, stroking his beard gently, and Chase coughs once and then slumps down against his fingers, dead asleep. Marvin can smell alcohol on his breath. His littlest brother, who came into the world so ill and so heavy-grieved already. Young and already hurting so badly he lifted a gun into his head. Marvin, if you asked him, would tell you he loves Chase most of all, because Chase needed him more than anyone else. Chase needs him.

And now Anti thinks he can manipulate them all with a sweet face. Now Anti thinks he can do this to him. Drawing back the covers, Marvin pulls the bandage carefully away from his skin and finds the puckered stab wound gleaming darkly from his shoulder, above his heart. It will heal, Henrik had promised, but Marvin didn't care.

If he didn't stop it, it would happen again. So he would stop it. Chase would not die because of Jameson. He kisses the side of his brother's head and slips away, padding back down the stairs.

Bad luck, Jackie had said, with a voice that suggested not just bad luck but terrible luck, horrifying luck, the worst possible kind of luck. Bad luck to be possessed within ten minutes of coming into the world. Poor little sap.

He had carded his hands all warmly down Jameson's hair, and the newcomer, exhausted, had just stared up at him, his mind still fogged from the possession, but his eyes already looking up so soft and so grateful for Jackie. Marvin wonders if he will remember that moment – that moment of Jackie's kindness, of Jackie's sympathy – or if he is too far gone to register anything other than Anti.

Marvin, for his part, does not believe for a second that it is bad luck.

Jameson was created for Anti.

Hell, for all he knows, Jameson was created by Anti.

And things like that can't live in his house. Can't live with his brothers. Can't be a part of his family.

Anti came back for him again yesterday. Years of their home being secure, being safe from him – the only place in the world Henrik feels safe, the only place Stacy will allow Chase to have the kids – and it was all ruined by his connection to the stranger.

This one little threat who's invaded his home. No. Marvin will not allow it. Not long enough for Chase to get hurt again, not long enough for Henrik to lose his sense of safety, not long enough for Jackie to get attached. No.

He stands at the cracked-open door of Jackie's room.

His brother's gentle whispering has stopped, but he knows from his breathing that he is not asleep. Jackie breathes loud in his sleep and Marvin knows the sound of it well, fondly well, warmly well, even if he is kind of a snorer. It's two in the morning and Jackie is still awake, watching over him.

His goddamn hero complex. He'll look after anyone. Sometimes Marvin thinks that if Anti himself collapsed at their door, Jackie would be guarding him and fussing over him. He can be so soft. He can't see what has to be done, and it would hurt him to do it. Marvin wants to keep him safe, but he also needs him to be able to keep his identity. He knows Jackie wouldn't be strong enough to do this, so he'll make the sacrifice, and spare his brother the pain.

He slinks into the room, silent. Jackie, he sees now, is close to sleep, his head down on his bed beside Jameson's thigh, turned away from the door. His hands, gloved, are massaging Jameson's right one, pushing at the muscles of his palm, threading their fingers together, stroking down his wrist and thumb, holding on to him.

Marvin takes the back of Jackie's head between his hands, and Jackie gasps, shocked, and then, before he can even turn, collapses against the bed. Marvin doesn't want him to think he just felt asleep – he would feel guilty, he must believe he was attacked – so he puts his arms beneath his brother's strong shoulders and lowers him to the ground, leaving him splayed out as though struck. Hopefully he'll assume Jameson did it, or Anti, if there's a difference at all.

Easy. That was easy.

He turns back to the stranger, hand empty now, fingers uncurled like they're waiting for Jackie to come back. He's in shadow, breathing slow and sleepy, safe with Jackie, he must have felt. Marvin reaches for his head.

Jameson jerks away and Marvin nearly screams. Of course this fucker is the only other person awake in the house.

Jameson is on his feet, staggering on weak legs, still exhausted from being possessed and the fight that followed. His face appears in the moonlight of Jackie's room and Marvin flushes with anger. A perfect little manipulator, a perfect puppet for Anti, with his big blue puppy dog eyes and his soft open face and his stupid over-exaggerated expressions. Right now, he looks terrified, his eyebrows raised to the end of his fringe, his pink mouth open in horror, his hands out-stretched to protect himself.

“Don't make this hard,” snaps Marvin. “We both know we can never be safe with you. You're just Anti's toy!”

Jameson flinches as though struck and tries to race forward towards the door, but Marvin is in his way. His hands burn with a vivid blue light and Jameson freezes, backing away again, panting and looking side to side. His eyes alight on Jackie's window and he leaps toward it, grabbing frantically at the lock.

“Come here,” shouts Marvin, wrapping his arms around him, and the stranger gives a little wheeze of a scream, thrashing even as Marvin drags him back, back, back, his hand reaching up; Marvin grabs the back of his head and one spell –

One sleep spell –

Jameson whimpers and then rag-dolls in his arms, his head falling down on his shoulder, his legs limp beneath him so that only Marvin's arms keep him up.

Marvin pants, holding him for a second.

He's warm and downy as a bird against his neck, his eyes fluttered closed, long lashes draping across his moonlight-stained cheeks. A dark bruise marks his cheek from where Jackie struck Anti while he was wearing the boy. He hadn't realized Anti was possessing anyone. Jameson's fingers dangle palely at Marvin's side, the one index finger wrapped in bandaging, with Henrik's little stitches, he knows, etched into the side.

He looks like Henrik. Feels like Chase. And Jackie already loves him. For a moment, Marvin cannot breathe.

This is my little brother, whispers that last rebellious piece of him. This is my family and he needs me to protect him.

No. No.

Maybe... maybe this is the wrong thing to do.

Maybe even if this keeps the others safe, it's wrong, and it would be right to stay and fight for him, to risk everything for him, his innocent little brother, to risk Chase and Henrik and Jackie for him and maybe – just maybe – find a way to keep him safe without locking him away from the rest of the world or letting Anti get a hold on him. Maybe Jameson is someone that he should fight for. Certainly he's someone the others want to fight for, and maybe it isn't his place to decide that he won't allow it.

But no. No.

Losing Chase... losing Henrik... losing Jackie for this boy? This boy who's already hurt them, willingly or not, this boy who will cost them blood and tears and perhaps even death, this boy who was created with Anti already writhing under his skin?

Marvin isn't willing to give up the others for him.

Marvin isn't willing to let them die for him.

In fact, Marvin's just about willing to kill Jameson himself if it keeps the others safe.

Nausea simmers in his gut and he swallows back vomit, trying to breathe steady.

“I think this is wrong,” he says out loud.

Jameson is so soft and so heavy against him. He can hear him breathing. Deep. In, out. Little sighs. Not like Jackie or Chase or Henrik. Jameson.

“I think if I do this, I'll be a bad person.”

One sleep spell.

One sleep spell, that's it.

One sleep spell and my soul.

To keep the others safe?

To keep the family he already has safe?

Marvin picks Jameson up, cradling him against his chest, and carries him away.

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He wakes up cold.

Where is he?

Distantly, his mind protests with the faint recollection of a lovely thick comforter draped heavily over his body and arms full of blankets and sleep-smell. His memory of going from here to there is disjointed, disorienting, upsetting, just like all his memories. He doesn't know who he is and now, once again, he doesn't know where he's woken up or what his body was used for while he was unconscious, moved against his will. The thought alone is almost enough to make him cry, but he can be strong a little longer. He is determined. He wants to go to a church so a priest can exorcise him. He thought the man in the red hood who watched over him would be able to bring him. He'd been kind. His face is already blurry in Jameson's mind.

His head is heavy with fatigue, so by the time he gets to his feet, he's dizzy and clutching at the wood of the wall. He reaches out a second hand to find his way forward, but immediately his palm is stopped. He must be in the corner. The walls are very close. He blinks and rubs at his eyes.

Oh. Oh. The walls are very close. The walls are very, very close.

Jameson shrinks against the corner, staring around at the little box, just tall enough for him to stand up. Plain brown walls stare back at him. He can't feel any wind passing through the boards or hear anything other than his own breathing and the rapid beating of his quailing heart. It's so silent he must be dead already and something constricts his heart. Heavy-bodied boa chokes him.

He sticks his fingers in his mouth and whistles shrilly, shoving himself back onto his feet. This can't be happening! Did God send him to hell because of the things his hands did or is this purgatory? Will St. Peter come get him? Will anyone? Is he alone? Is he alone for the rest of eternity? Why is everything so still, so silent? Didn't someone promise him they would protect him no matter what happened, in whispers at his bedside, holding his hand as he dozed? Can he go back to that, please?

A sound like a cracking of earthquakes booms through the air and he gasps, pushing himself right back into the corner, hands flinching towards his ears. A moment later, footsteps. He is so relieved he almost crumples. The monster does not come for him like this. The monster is just a color in the air and then the feeling of his throat being wrangled and his mouth and lungs filling up with smoke til his eyes go blank.

A shadow flickers through the barred gap in his wall. He steps cautiously forward. So does the newcomer.

Jameson tilts his head at the person who's come to join him. He is a lovely person, draped in jewelry, with long, neatly-tied up hair and eyes very blue, though, looking through the strange cat mask that covers most of his face, Jameson can see that they are reddened from crying. The stranger purses his lips at him and comes to a standstill on the other side of the bars, staring at him and holding a little orange box.

“What's wrong?” asks Jameson gently. “Cry?”

The stranger scoffs. Jameson glances around and finds that the exterior of his prison is even stranger than the interior. In every direction, an endless silver-white spread, and, in the middle of it, repeating again and again and again and again, infinitely, there is the reflection of the stranger and of himself trapped in this little wooden box, standing small behind the bars.

“Look, just... just...”

The stranger seems to be having a difficult time. Jameson smiles at him, encouraging him to go on.

“I'm sorry,” he spits out finally. “I am, I am. But I... have to do this. You know that. Because you're not safe and we can't keep you this way.”

Jameson steps back, holding his hands nervously together for a moment, fear settling back into place. “You – capture me?” ask his trembling fingers, though his tries to keep smiling. “Please, I cause no harm. I can go away if you let me. But please – ”

“There is no where but here that Anti couldn't use you to do horrible things.”

“No, please – ”

“This is to keep you safe just as much as anyone! You could die from over-use, from him constantly wasting your energy and getting into fights, murdering people...”

“I didn't do anything wrong, I want to get rid of him, you have to help me – ”

“Neither of us have a choice, that's all it comes down to! I'm going to take really good care of you, I mean that.”

Jameson is crying at last. Floodtides open. Too much, too much. Please, please. Not this. Not this on top of everything else.

“I'm so confused,” weep his hands. “All I can remember is being afraid with a few moments of peace in between. I don't know who I am or where I am or when I am and I don't like small spaces. I've been so alone, but yesterday, someone tried to help me. I want to go back to him! Please, I know it uses me to do cruel things. But I'll do anything to throw it off. I don't want to die in here. I need to find out who I am. I might have a family somewhere I just don't remember!” He buries his face in his hands and sobs, overcome.

And then, through the bars of the cage, soft hands reach out to hold his shoulders, and he is pulled forward, warm arms wrapping as far around him as they can go. His sobs dry out in the surprise of it, and looking up, he sees the stranger looking back at him, tired and ashamed and warm, warm despite his wariness, holding him.

Overwhelmed, hiccuping, Jameson puts his head down on the bars near to his chest and lets him rub his back.

“Listen to me,” he murmurs. “I am your family. Okay?”

“You are?”

“We look alike, don't we?”

Jameson sniffles and reaches up to touch his cheek, nodding quickly. Yes, they do.

“I'm your big brother.”

“I don't... remember... What's your name?”

“It's okay. The demon hurt you and now you don't remember me. It's not your fault. I know that, darling. You can just call me your brother, okay?”

Oh, he has a nice warm voice. Blueberry syrup.

“I know this is scary. But I've seen what this monster could do – to you, to everyone else. This was my last resort, but I don't know what else to do.”

“You... you're doing this to keep me safe? Where is this place? So it can't get me here?”

Maybe that would be okay. Maybe it would be worth it if it couldn't reach him here.

“It's a mirror dimension so you can't reach anyone else. I'm a magician.”

Jameson startles, but there's too much going on for him not to believe him.

“And... no, I'm sorry. He can still get to you in here. His connection to you is so strong, I haven't found a way to break it yet.” He strokes back Jameson's hair. “But he won't be able to get out and hurt anybody. Isn't that the right choice? Even if it is a sacrifice?”

“I can't... I can't just stay here forever!”

“No. I know. I'm going to figure this out for you. Magicians have a lot of spells and sigils and ceremonies and things like that. If I can find one to keep you safe from him, permanently, I'll use it and set you free.”

“How long will that take?”

“Oh, not long, honey, I'm sure not long. And I'm going to take care of you the whole time.”

He passes Jameson the little orange box. Granola bars. Eight of them. With little chocolate chips and peanuts.

“I didn't have a lot of time to prepare,” says Brother. “But I'm going to get more soon. Not just food – I'll sneak plenty to you – but a mattress, and decorations, and things for you to do. And I think I can make the box bigger if I put you to sleep a couple times.”

Put him to sleep?

Jameson frowns, his eyes flickering with the memory.

“You can have anything you need. You'll be safe. I'll take care of you.”

He backs away from the stranger.

“You – you grabbed me out of bed,” he signs, and here, after all the fear and breaking resilience, is a flame of anger. “You – I felt safe – I was with someone who was going to care for me already, and you – ”

“Please,” Brother says, a sneer returned to his voice. “You don't even know who that person was. If you had stayed with him any longer, you would have killed him like you almost killed Chase!”

No. No!

“Let me out!” screams Jameson. “This is a trap! You can't keep me here like this! I want to go to a priest! I want to go back to the man who was helping me! I want to feel safe for just one hour, just one moment of my life! No, you don't get to keep me like this! I'm going to find a way to be free of this demon, not just hidden away from the world like a weapon that can't be – that can't be – ”

“You'll come around,” murmurs Brother, nodding to himself. “You will. You're just scared right now, but you'll see that I take care of you and you'll come around. You'll be glad I didn't let anyone hurt... Jameson?”

Too late, he notices the movement in the air, flickers and buzzing, the temperature rising. The hairs on the back of his neck rise and warn him: storm close. Storm real close.

Jameson spasms and crumples to the ground, choking, and Marvin feels himself back away instead of moving forward. Jameson screams and writhes, tearing at invisible strings and thrashing, his mouth gagged open, and blood splatters down his face as his nose suddenly spurts blood, his eyes rolling back in his head. He slams against the floor like a seizure and Marvin can only steady himself, gritting his nails into his palms, and Antisepticeye rises before him.

For a moment, he stares at Marvin, black-eyed.

Then down at his stolen hands.

Then around him at the cage.

And then he begins to laugh, silent and breathy, chilling how quiet he is with that much hatred and humor in his shining, venomous eyes.

“You're trapped,” says Marvin, and victory rushes through him. “You're trapped! Even if you could get through the spells on the wood, you will never find the door. Only I know where the entrance is and this place is endless, endless, bigger than the world! You could wander a million years and not find the right place.”

“Fool – boy – that you are.”

Anti's signs are cold and jilted, like a mortician arranging dead, stiffened fingers.

“You have captured – the vessel. Well done, M-A-R-V-I-N. I always knew – you were more like me than the others.”

“Don't try to guilt me now,” laughs Marvin. “This is all the confirmation I needed. I was right. I've contained you! You'll never use him or his powers to hurt my family again.”

“You – were right,” confesses Anti, so easily that it makes Marvin's stomach squirm, or maybe it's the horrible smile piercing through his wide face that does it. “Well done. You've contained me.”

Marvin backs away, teeth bared. He doesn't want to indulge him. But he has to know.

“Why are you so smug about it?” he snaps. “I know the way you work, fucker.”

Anti mocks Jameson, putting his hands over his ears. “Language,” he protests, open his eyes sweetly, and then throwing his head back and laughing that silent laugh again.

“Oh, M-A-R-V-I-N. M-A-R-V-I-N the Magnificent, M-A-R-V-I-N the Fool. This boy can only see the past, but me – I see the future. And you will regret this moment – this night – that one, potent sleep spell – more than anything else you could ever imagine. Swear to you. You will regret this until your heart cannot be mended.”

It's Marvin's turn to laugh.

“Still making threats!” He claps his hands together, bouncing on his heels, overjoyed. When has he ever been able to stop Anti before this moment? When has he ever been able to be truly sure he's found a way to stop him? He will take care of the boy, he will. He will love Jameson like Chase and Henrik, given time. He'll just have to stay here. He'll have to be his secret. It's horrible, yes, and the guilt still rings through the back of his head – but it's worth it. It's worth it.

“Your words are empty,” he breathes, clutching his hands over his heart. “You are trapped here and you will never find the hiding place where I am keeping him, not from the outside. Your connection to him is purely cerebral. This dimension will be unreachable. No, Anti. No. You just can't admit that you've lost this battle. You will never make me regret this. I've won this time.”

He turns around, flicking his cape out behind him again, laughing as he goes, spinning in a circle once he's out of Anti's sight. Fuck, but he's glad. Fuck, but he did it. He did it. He will keep the newcomer safe and fuck over Anti all at once. Empty threats mean nothing to him. All is well. All is well.

“No,” signs Anti distantly, watching him walk away. “No, I won't be the one to make you regret it. But you will, Marvin. More than you can know.”

He pauses, glancing around the box.

Well. Nothing to do here.

He drops Jameson's body and leaves him to sob and gag and thrash and choke through the withdrawal alone. Blood drizzles from his eyes and stains the wood of Marvin's cage.

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“Marvin! Marvin! He's gone, he's gone! I lost him! I lost him!”

“Jackie...”

“I woke up and he wasn't there, he wasn't there, Anti made me sleep, I didn't mean to!”

“I know you didn't. Sh, sh, calm down, tell me everything. Henrik, go check on Chase, he must be upset, I've got this... he must have slipped past all of us. It isn't your fault.”

“I promised him I would protect him! I swore it to him! And then – the next morning!”

“Jackie, fuck... I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. You did your best. Come here, please, stop hurting yourself. It's okay, man. I'm going to help you find him!”

“Really?”

“Really. Oh, don’t cry. Of course! Jackie, we'll get him back soon. And then he'll be all the more relieved to see you.”

Jackie throws himself into Marvin's arms. Marvin wraps his arms around him and holds him close, feeling tears rise in his eyes yet again.

But he doesn't regret it.

“I'm sorry, Marv...”

“Don't be sorry.”

“We'll find him, won't we?”

“Of course! Of course. You and me. We'll get him back.”

“I love you so fucking much.”

“I love you too. Don't worry, Jackie. Don't worry. Everything's going to be okay.”

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Taken from the Marvin’s Cage AU: Marvin is the one keeping Jameson in the little puppet box so that Anti can’t use him to hurt his family. When Jackie finds out, he sets Jameson free and throws Marvin out of the house, cutting off all communication from him and leaving him to devolve into hatred and magical corruption. Jackie becomes ferociously over-protective and grieves the loss of his brother while Jameson is just trying to understand what it is that happened to him and learn to live a normal, happy life with the help of his brothers.

While I do not have current plans to continue this AU and I work on it at random like most of my AUs, you will be able to request prompts and specific scenes for it the next time I open requests.

#sorry i know it's chase's day but i wanted to post this hehehee #marvin's cage #imprisonment tw #marvin the magnificent #jameson jackson #bee writes #jacksepticeye

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spideyxchelle · 5 years ago

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the odds are never in our favor

or, the hunger games headcanon that has been rattling around in my brain

her name is in the reaping bowl 47 times

that is nearly seven times more than the average eighteen year old. the odds are certainly not in her favor. but they never could be for an outskirter kid from seven. her family is not one of the merchant class. she has had to beg, borrow and sometimes steal to feed her family. there is too little to go around and too many mouths to feed. still. she perseveres. she has no other choice.

if today is the day she is reaped, she will go to her death knowing she did all she could for her family.

besides, she tells herself as she shakily walks to the town square for reaping day, she could win. it isn’t common, but people from seven do win the games. while they do not have the training of the careers or the brilliance of people from three, people from seven have brute force. and sometimes a little brute force can make all the difference.

hell, four years ago, a kid from seven won. at sixteen, too. he had outsmarted all of the contestants, hiding in trees and swinging from them to get around the arena, like a spider would from its webs. he had been fast. and a quick talker, too. he had a good humor about him. people in the capitol said he was charming. but Michelle didn’t think so.

even though he was two years older than her, MJ had known Peter Parker in school. he had been quiet. he had one friend, maybe two. when he had been reaped and this other persona, another identity, came flashing out on screen, it had been the antithesis of the boy he knew back home. it was as if he had put on a mask to bare the atrocities of the games.

with his mask on, no one could see him flinch.

it was brilliant. the capitol ate it up. they loved him. he was their golden boy.

people from seven could win. and if she was reaped, MJ could win, too.

it wouldn’t come to that, she reminds herself. she is in the reaping bowl 47 times. but she cannot be the only one. there are other half-starving kids from all over seven. she could go home to her family after this entire affair. and just like that the last seven years of horror, the sleepless nights where she woke up screaming that she had been picked, would cease to exist. she would finally have aged out.

one more day.

she can make it one more day.

the preening drone from the capitol welcomes everyone in the square, grinning from ear to ear about the games and the capitol and all of the good and glory the yearly spectacle brings to their great nation. it makes michelle sick. there is nothing noble about killing children.

her fury travels down to her clenched fists that clasp at the worn lace of her reaping day dress. she hates the capitol. she hates every last one of those smiling dolls that paint their faces like murder is funny.

her eyes search the dead eyes of the victors from seven that sit silently on the stage, awaiting the reaping. they will do nothing, just like she will in the crowd. and the cycle will continue. every year. forever and ever.

children will be reaped and slaughtered for sport, and nothing good will ever be safe in this world of nightmares.

“ladies first”, the disjointed voice of the capitol puppet chirps. michelle glances across the square to count off the top of her sisters’ heads. all four of her younger sisters stand rigid as stone. terrified. she wants to call out to them, to tell them it will be okay, that she will protect them. she will always protect them.

“MICHELLE JONES”, the capitol official says gleefully.

and michelle ceases to breathe. or think. or feel. it all goes away. like she had never been a person to begin with. everything that made her human eroded away in one horrible, endless moment.

her eyes snap up to the stage and the traitorous friends and neighbors she had known all of her life make room for her to march up to the stage. no one says anything. no one tries to stop the injustice. she hates them all. she doesn’t blame them.

the world is cruel.

something, maybe muscle memory or perhaps it is a peacekeeper, thrusts her forward and she begins to take the long walk up to the stage. someone in the distance is crying muffled sobs. she wonders if it is her mother. it could be. she does not turn around to check. her eyes are too focused on the stage and the stairs she will be expected to climb without fainting.

suddenly she remembers the year twelve year old Cissy Cartright had been reaped. she had collapsed when her name had been called. the peacekeepers had dragged her through the square and dropped her heavy heap of a body on the stage. it had been horrible to watch.

she will not be remembered that way. no. michelle finds some strength beneath her numbness and climbs the stairs. she stands silently beside her capitol executioner who pulls the male name from the reaping bowl.

she does not hear who will join her in hell. she is frozen. unfeeling. and has the faintest sense that someone is watching her intensely, too intensely, from the stage. some peacekeeper amused at her shaking knees, no doubt.

when her and the boy are escorted from the stage. she is taken straight to the train. she does not get to say goodbye. she is silently glad. she does not know what she would say to her family. maybe she would ask them to bury her under her favorite tree just at the edge of the forest. or maybe she would do something stupid. like cry.

no, it is better that she is taken right from her sentencing to her death. there will be no time to reflect on what she has lost. she is completely lost in her thoughts. someone is talking to her on the fast moving train. she can hear the warped version of speaking distantly, but it is as if the radio is out of frequency. she sits, motionlessly.

until someone touches her knee. she jumps out of her skin and snatches the fork on the table in front of her, posing it as a weapon.

the entire train car goes quiet. when her eyes focus, she realizes she has a fork at the jugular of Peter Parker. he is wide-eyed and intently watching her. she notices he is not afraid. he looks surprised, maybe even daring but not scared.

“you’re quick,” he observes. she nods, dumbly. “put that fork down, MJ.” on autopilot, she corrects, “only my friends call me MJ.” he quirks a grin. “I think, based on the circumstances, I can call you MJ.” she almost asks why. and then it hits her.

she has been reaped for the hunger games. she is going to die in that stupid arena, fighting for her life. she is going to be forced to become someone that she is not. when it comes down to it, she will fight and lose whatever last glimmer of humanity she has been keeping from the capitol all of these years.

she will become a shadow of who she once was. people will remember her as a killer. or the killed. or both.

she drops the fork. she begins to shake. there is another commotion. but she pays it no mind. she is having a breakdown. she cannot breathe. why can’t she breathe? there is no oxygen on this train. it isn’t like the forest, her forest, with all of her trees that stretch to the high heavens. this metal box is going to kill her. it is racing toward her death.

someone hauls her up into their arms, the embrace is strong and certain. and when she finally passes out from the stress of the day, she hears a quiet voice reassure her, “I won’t let you die, MJ. I promise.”

when she wakes, the train is dark. she is pillowed in the softest bed she has ever slept in and someone has taken the time to tuck her in. she rubs at her weary eyes. no one has tucked her in since she was a child, and even then she had been so fiercely independent her mother had given up by the time she was four.

“you’re awake,” someone from the shadowy corner of her room says. she sits up, like a shot, looking for something to use as a weapon. the lamp on the bedside table seems to work just fine. the voice chuckles, roughly, “relax, MJ. I’m not going to hurt you.” she cautiously turns the lamp in her hand on. her not-attacker is Peter Parker. victor of the hunger games. he is sitting quietly in her room. it is strange, bizarre even. the kind of thing that happens to other people and not her. after all, he is a superstar who became famous because he was unfortunate enough to be chosen to murder children in a sadistic game.

it is bizarre because she knows his face better than she knows her own. he is on every screen in seven. all the time. he is not someone that should be sitting quietly in her room. but she tries to breathe. he does not seem like an immediate threat.

after a moment of hesitation, she puts her lamp on the bedside table. the room is still hazily illuminated. his face gives nothing away. the mask again, she thinks.

“what are you doing here?” she asks. “you passed out,” he answers. “earlier. when we were trying to talk with you and Eugene about the games. strategy. the doctor thinks you’re having some kind of stress induced breakdown.” he smiles. it is rueful. “I said I couldn’t understand why.” michelle blinks. she tries to piece together the conversation that is happening to her and notes, “you’re teasing me.”

“no,” he says, seriously. “I would never do that.” and MJ does something stupid. she believes him. “I’m sorry this happened to you,” he continues. “its an honor to fight for my district.” peter looks disappointed and says, “of course. well. I wanted to wait until you woke up to see if you were okay. I guess I’ll...go.”

she nods. he hauls himself out of his chair. and before he goes, he lingers at the door and looks at her over his shoulder. “I am sorry, MJ.”

she sleeps fitfully that night. she keeps hearing the resounding boom of the canon fire. she sees her face flash in the sky of the arena. she does not want to die. she tries to feel something. it is impossible. the capitol took it all when they called her name.

she has a brief moment of clarity, sometime around three in the morning, when she realizes that THAT is why the hunger games exist. they make the tributes less than human so the rest of the districts know, without a shadow of a doubt, that they are less than. barely human. a means to an end. better to feel nothing. do nothing.

never revolt.

she will, she thinks. I will, she pledges to herself.

and when she wakes the next morning, padding into the food car of the train, she sits opposite of Peter, who is locked in conversation with an older victor from a games twelve years ago, and says, “tell me how to win.”

something in his eyes shifts. she cannot read it. mask mask mask, she thinks. but she waits for him to speak. patient and furious at her fate. he sees resolve in her now, she knows he does, and with the smallest smile, he says, “let’s begin.”

#hunger games au #Headcanon #spideychelle

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girlhurricane · 4 years ago

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horror asks (b/c lbr it's not bound to a single month out of the year): nightmare on elm street, child's play, dracula, get out, paranormal activity, & psycho

hell ye man its horror hours 24 fuckin 7 in this house!!!!!

nightmare on elm street: do you have bad dreams? what's your worst nightmare?

like....sort of? i have dreams that make no sense at all and i wake up rly freaked out/unsettled but then like i realize i dont even kno what it was abt them that scared me??? like theyre just nonsensical

child's play: thoughts on dolls? do you collect anything?

yo fuck dolls and fuck puppets and fuck anything where ppl warp plastic and glass and whatever else so it looks human u have no business doin that

i used to collect beanie babies i had a fuck ton

dracula: if you were a supernatural being, what would be your weakness?

i’d definitely get too full of myself and think i was invincible and then do smth stupid or piss off the wrong person lmao

get out: what's the most uncomfortable situation you've ever been in?

uh i had a rly weird uber driver who took a rly weird route to my destination and nothing happened he was just weird and wouldnt stop asking me questions and i could see him not following the gps and it freaked me the fuck out. also i worked at a place that was hella haunted but thats too long of a story to get into now

paranormal activity: have you ever had an experience with 'things that go bump in the night'?

ye at my old work i have story upon story. i worked at a tourist place where u showed ppl around old underground tunnels and just. ye. big scary.

psycho: do you enjoy staying at hotels? any weird stories?

i fucking love hotels i love the generic homeyness of them and how they r trying so hard not to be liminal spaces and also the pillows are always so fucking comfy and i like that the sheets are so crisp they make noise when u move

🔪horror asks🔪

#answered #millie shut up #gwendoliongrace

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bigfirecreator · 6 years ago

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Anti Virus (Good Ending)

These >>>> mean time skips

Connor and Hank stared in Horror as he slowly begin to walk closer. Connor was the first to snap out of his daze and quickly took action. “You’re not Jack are you?” A high pitch psychotic laughter erupted from Jack’s mouth and he stopped a couple inches away from them. “Ding, ding, Give him a prize because he guessed right.” The voice that poured out was distorted and almost demonic and it held a mocking tone.

Hank finally snapped out of is daze before adjusting his gun and taking a step closer to Jack.

“Then who the fuck are you then?” Jack twitched and he seemed annoyed by the question but quickly went back to looking menacing. “You know you should watch your tongue because it could get you killed.” He raised the knife in a threatening manner before Connor interrupted him. “Just answer the question….please.”

Jack’s attention quickly turn to Connor “You should know because I’ve been here the whole time, watching, waiting, and most importantly surviving.” His eyes quickly went entirely black before going to the way they were before. The noise grew louder and you could hear what sounded like children’s laughter.

Connor was confused by the answer. “What do you mean by surviving?” Jack just laughed again. “What do you think they wanted to do when they found out about little ol’ me?”

Both connor and Hank gave him a confused look. “They wanted to delete me like I never existed, I wasn’t gonna let them do that so I escaped by taking over other androids.”

Connor quickly took a step away from Jack. Jack saw this and begin to laugh. “You don’t need to worry I like this puppet way too much, he’s my favorite the others were fun too but it was too much work being a doctor, an entertainer, and etc.” His grin grew wider.

Hank quickly got in front of Connor. “What happened to these other androids you took over?”

Jack pretended to think before shrugging. “What makes Jack so special?”

“He’s weak and that allows me to come and go as I please without many disruptions.” Jack grinned and began to step forward when a voice caused him to freeze.

“Well I’m sorry to ruin this perfect puppet you made for yourself but you are just to dangerous without any restrictions so I decided to fix this problem.” Kamski stood right behind Jack with some sort of device. “Say Goodbye to this puppet, because you’re now the puppet.” Kamski smirked as whatever he was holding seem to cause Anti jack to lose control because the once bright green eye began to slowly fade back to the normal blue and the huge psychotic grin was replaced with a scared confused expression. “Wh-at happened?” Jack began to cough up more blue blood. “Will explain later, won’t we Kamski?” Hank glared at Kamski and went to help Connor with Jack and they all got back into the car.

Connor and Hank waited patiently outside for Kamski to fix Jack’s neck and explain what happened. The door let out a soft click and Kamski held it open as Jack slowly walked out with bandages wrapped around his neck. “I fixed it the best I could without restarting the entire system but it should be fine.” Jack sat across from Connor and Hank while Kamski stood next to him. “Now I know everyone is curious and I’ll explain the situation, The reason that all of this happened is because I didn’t have enough information on the A.I. that was in Jack’s system.”

“How the fuck did you not know something you created?” Hank glared at Kamski while Connor had a confused expression. “It was an early prototype and I only created the program it was the tech team who design the algorithm and everything else for the A.I., So I wasn’t positive on how it function and so I needed to see it in action to fix the error, It was simple really I’d use you guys to lure it out and stall it long enough to find a way to fix the little problem.”

“You call risking our lives simple, that A.I. or whatever the hell it was wasn’t sane and was dangerous what would you have done if it escaped instead of everything going to plan?” Hank angrily stood up and began to walk towards Kamski but Connor put a hand on his shoulder to stop him. “So what happened to the A.I. and what will happen to Jack?” Jack looked up and seem to focus intently on them. “The A.I has been locked away I manually activated the ‘exit’ program so that he’s trapped and can’t cause anymore harm and if Jack learns he might be able to control the A.I., as for Jack, he will be joining you at the police station, he should do fine working alongside you guys.”

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

Connor sat in the interrogation room and was trying to get a confession from the person but all his logical tactics weren’t working. Connor sighed and walked out of the room and gave Jack a nod and sat next to Hank to watch the show. “I bet this asshole is going to wish that he just told you.” Connor smiled at Hank before turning back to look through the mirror and watch. “Yeah, but it helps give Jack a chance to do something.”

“Top of the morning to you, I’m Jack and I’ll interrogate you now but before we get started are you sure just don’t want to confess?” Jack took a seat across from the person with an innocent smile. “Stupid F***ing machine what makes you think I’ll talk to you?” Jack sighed. “I guess we are going to have to do this the hard way.”

Connor and Hank watched as an insane grin took over Jack’s features and the person’s strong facade slipped.

Jack smiled sweetly and open the door before turning around and facing the terrified person. “Oh, I almost forgot, Thanks for confessing.”

@mijako98 @fluttering-by @nydacthings @moonshine-the-not-so-secret-emo @burningbirb @potatolover19 @heyma10-blog @doll-inside @flecha64 @paolatutoriais-blog

#jacksepticeye #dbh connor #dbh hank #detroit become human #antisepticeye #fanfiction

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