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Halloween was the best, Linlin had always thought. Even as a child, it was the one night she could eat all the sweets she wanted without her parents scolding her. And she always got all the treats in the whole town. Everyone who tried to hold out on her got the trick.
Those were the rules, after all!
Linlin chuckled at the memory of her old neighboursâ garden getting ripped apart by her tiny toddler hands after they refused to hand over their candy. As if other kids needed them more than her. Ah, that was fun!
She didnât have to do that now; now, she got everything she wanted and more.
Licking her lips, Linlin hummed happily at the sweetness of the chocolate on them; it was silky smooth, like the most delicious blood on her tongue. She would never get enough of it.
âAre you happy, Linlin?â
A wide smile appeared on Linlinâs face at the familiar voice. âMother! There you are!â Linlin called, her voice full of joy.
Oh, how sheâd missed the Motherâhow long had it been? A few minutes? Hours?Â
Or decades?
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âMama, Mother Carmel is here,â the chess soldier said solemnly as he carefully placed the photo on the table directly opposite Linlin.
Linlin sighed, a soft smile pulling on her lips. She nodded, taking in the familiar grin immortalised in the picture frame; she could almost hear her kind voice whispering assurances in her ear. Merciful words of love and acceptance, the Motherâs presence itself full of warmth.
âPresident Morgans, isnât that woman the human trafficker Mountââ
âNo!â Morgans hissed immediately, cutting his employee off before he could finish.
Still, Linlinâs eyes narrowed, her gaze turning ice-cold. It wasnât the first such preposterous slander⊠but it still enraged her every time. How dare these people accuse the Mother of such things? It was insulting to her memoryâas well as to Linlin herself.
âM-my, Madam Carmel looks stunning as always!â Morgans hurried over, bowing slightly to the Mother before turning to Linlin. âI must say, Mamigo, your Halloween tea parties are always a delight!â
Linlin huffed; she knew full well what Morgans was doing⊠but she would allow it, just for today.
Today was a day for celebration.
Today, she could feel the Motherâs comforting hand on her shoulder.
âMaamamama! All thanks to my sweet children!â
Morgans nodded, making a show of looking around in awe. âI agree. The Minister of Candy outdid himself this time!â
Laughing, Linlin agreed easilyâafter all, it was Perospero who was in charge of the decorations; even the tables and chairs were made with his sculptured candy. She let her gaze wander around the elaborate setup, taking in the sight of her children and guests mingling. Most of the ornate chairs were unoccupied, their beauty on full displayâ
Suddenly, she froze.
At the table next to hers was a child; not one of her own, but one that was intimately familiar to her nonetheless. There was a crown sitting atop the boyâs blond hair, freckles on his nose, and dark circles underneath his eyesâeyes that stared directly at Linlin, cold and soulless, yet piercing.
Linlin blinked⊠and the child was gone, as if never there.
âMamigoâŠ?â
âHuh?â Linlin jerked, accidentally knocking her teacup over. Cursing quietly, she shook her head, forcing herself to focus. Whoever, whatever that was, he was below Linlinâs noticeâand intruders could be taken care of by the security.Â
A smile finding its way on her lips again, Linlin turned to face Morgans once more. âAh, never mind, never mind!â She laughed, then snapped her fingers to get a refill of her tea. âIâm glad youâre enjoying the party, Morgans! Have you tried Smoothieâs Kirin drink?â
âOh, yes! I must say, itâs quite delicious. You should tell her to sell it, you could make a lot of money with it! Iâll even take care of the advertising for you, Mamigo!âÂ
There was a devious spark in his tiny bird-eyes, and Linlin laughed loudly. âMamamama!! Youâre as much of a vulture as always.â
As Morgans defended his âbusiness senseâ and âjournalistâs soul,â Linlin couldnât help but glance back at the table next to them. Stussy was sitting in that chair now, another relic of the past⊠but she felt different.
Lillin dismissed the thought.
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Walking through the halls of Whole Cake Chateau after the tea party, Linlin clicked her tongue. She had told Zeus to go get some food delivered to her room ages ago but the thundercloud hadnât come back, nor were her damn treats there! She should have sent Prometheus; he was such a good kid compared to idiot Zeus.
Now, where were all the soldiers and the homies? She was getting tired of doing her servantsâ jobs for them!
âHomieââ she stopped, her irritated expression turning to one of confusion when she noticed the figure crouching on the ground. They wore a familiar hat reminiscent of a pandaâs head, their figure slender and shrouded in shadow, seemingly melting into their surroundings.
The sight made Linlin pause for a second⊠but then a grin pulled on her lips. Finally someone who can deal with her damned food delivery.
âPoire!â Linlin called out to her daughter. âGo tell Streusen to send me a snack!â
Poire didn't move, not acknowledging Linlin at all.
Linlinâs eyes narrowed, her patience running thin. âHey! Did you hear me, Poire?!â
Finally, the girl raised her head. The movement was slow, as if she were fighting some great force to do so⊠or was just too lazy to look at her own damn mother when she was talking to her. Linlin took a deep breath, an insult on the tip of her tongueâ
But then, their eyes met.
It wasnât Poire.
It wasnât any of her children.
âWhat⊠are you doing here?â she asked in surprise, taking a step back.
The child didnât respond to her question; the face of a half-mink simply stared back at her, eerily silent. His face was unmistakableânose and mouth akin to an animal, fur growing where his hair should be, panda ears sitting proudly on top of his head. The round, light brown eyes that gazed up at Linlin were young and innocent but carrying the weight of resentment.
Linlin knew who he was⊠but it was difficult to believe.
It had been 61 years since she had last seen this child, yet he looked not a day older than he did back then.
âWhere have you been?! You disappeared on me!â Linlinâs voice shook with a mix of emotion. She wasnât sure whether she was happy⊠or beyond herself with anger.
And still, the child only looked at her, motionless.
It felt like hours before he opened his mouth the slightest bit, a single quiet word passing through his lips. âWhy?â
Linlin blinked a few times, her brow scrunching up into a frown. âHah?â
âWhy did you do that to us?â
Linlinâs frown only deepened at the questionâat the accusation. But, before she could respond or do anything, someone else called out to her, making her jump.
âMama!â
Inadvertently, Linlin turned to look at the young girl approaching her. âAh⊠Pudding.â
âMama, are you alright?â Pudding asked, taken aback. She studied Linlinâs expression, then glanced around the hallway, seemingly searching for the source of her motherâs distress⊠but finding none.
Quickly, Linlin looked back at the half-mink childâbut the hallway was empty; the boy wasnât there anymore, gone like steam over a fresh cup of hot chocolate. Just like the Prince earlier.
âMamaâŠ?â
Heaving a deep sigh, Linlin closed her eyes momentarily before shooting an annoyed look at Pudding. âWhat is it?â
Something dark flashed over Puddingâs face but it was gone immediately, replaced by her usual sweet, innocent expression and obedient smile. She gestured to the cart she was pushing. âZeus said you wanted a snack so I brought you some cupcakes from ChiffâMr Streusen and my special chocolate pumpkins!â
Oh.
Linlinâs mouth watered at the sight of the treats and in a split second, the encounter she had just experienced evaporated from her mind.
Sugar was all that mattered, after all.
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As she sat in her room with nothing but her tasty treats, Linlin thought back to the two boys she had seen today. They had both disappeared too quickly and suddenlyâŠWas it because there were people around?
She supposed it didnât matter anymore.
Not when she was sitting in her fluffy armchair, eating Puddingâs chocolate pumpkins, and taking in the unchanged faces of all her old friends from the House of Lambs. She hadnât noticed them coming in, nor had she seen them sitting down on the floor around her, but here they were now.
And Linlin⊠was excited.
It had been so many years, years full of nothing but questionsâand now, they were back.
Licking her lips, Linlin hummed happily at the sweetness of the chocolate on them; it was silky smooth, like the most delicious blood on her tongue. She would never get enough of it.
After all, sweets tasted the best when shared with friends, with family.
âAre you happy, Linlin?â
A wide smile spread on Linlinâs face at the familiar voice. âMother! There you are!!â Linlin called, her voice full of joy. Oh, how sheâd missed the Mother, how sheâd waited to hear her voice again. âI knew youâd come see me, too!â
âI wish we never said âhappy birthdayâ to you.â The Motherâs voice sounded strangely cold; there wasnât even a hint of a smile on her face.
Linlin tilted her head to the side in confusion, her eyebrows scrunching together slightly. âBecause you disappeared right after?â she asked⊠then laughed, waving her hand dismissively. âNever mind that! Youâre here now!â
âLinlin,â the only other girl in the group said softly.
âLinlin,â the fishman joined in.
âLinlin.â
One by one, the children called her name, their tones solemn and carrying a strange weight, until finally, it was Motherâs turn again. âLinlin. Look at them. Look at me. Look at us.â
âHah?â
Linlinâs frown deepened, but she complied, studying her guestsâ faces, their hair, their bodies, until she finally realised what the Mother was talking about. There were dark stains on everyoneâs clothes. One of the children was missing an arm. Another was missing a leg.
There was a raw, fresh scar resembling a bite-mark running across the Motherâs face. It was still bleeding.
Linlin could swear none of it was there beforeâŠ
Oh well!
âMaamamama!! You can go clean up in the bathroom, itâs past the door over there!â Linlin said, pointing to the back of her room.
The Mother was quiet for a moment, regarding Linlin as if waiting to hear something moreâor something else entirely. Linlin didnât know, and she didnât care.
Taking a large bite of the next chocolaty treat, a wide, content smile spread on her lips.
She had waited 61 years for this moment. It didnât matter to her what the childrenâs, or the Motherâs reason for coming after all this time was. She wasnât letting them get away again.
Tomorrow, she would have her soldiers prepare secure rooms for all her friends; her kids could watch them, make sure they were comfortableâand not going anywhere. She was not letting them slip through her grasp this time.
Worst case, she would have Mont-dâOr take care of it with his books.
But, that was a problem for tomorrow; tonight, Linlin was happy, surrounded by the only friends she had ever had, eating the sweetest chocolate she had ever tasted.
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The next day, no trace of the Mother or the children from the House of Lambs could be found no matter how hard Katakuri, Perospero, and the others looked.
Linlin was left alone again, with nothing but a bitter taste on her tongue and eerie, bloody palm prints left all over her nightgown.
Next year, if they come by againâŠ
Linlin would make sure to catch them and never let go.
#one piece#charlotte linlin#big mom#house of lambs#canonverse#spooky#ghosts#haunting#horror elements#halloween zine#zine stuff#halloween 2.0#katie pretends to fic#Linlin booped her friends a little too hard this Halloween đ
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âoh yes, i am very reasonable and normal about this subject!!â
*proceeds to mass reblog any related content*
#the walten files#the mandela catalogue#amphibia#the owl house#inside job#smiling friends#disenchantment#god thereâs too many in my brain to recall fast enough#the quarry#mr and mrs smith#the amazing digital circus#cult of the lamb#arcane
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leave him alone that's my emotional support grumpy middle aged white man with a layered past and zero bitches who's also really good at his job
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horror sub-genres: cults
#sorry if i missed any#only have 30 slots#horror#horror movies#horror cults#horroredit#moviesedit#filmedit#cinema#horror cinema#horror aesthetic#*mine*#midsommar#the wicker man#get out#the other lamb#hereditary#rosemary's baby#the void#the devil rides out#suspiria#the house of the devil#last shift#mandy#children of the corn#the apostle#the empty man#kill list#lords of salem#messiah of evil
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doodles of a lamb and their horrible cat
#cotl#cult of the lamb#my art#cotl the lamb#cotl narinder#hey. its me. here are my doodles#i have so many cotl ideas#let nari destroy a few houses as enrichment#its fine#narinder#narilamb#i swear at some point ill do actual narilamb
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don't you want to be a cult leader? - danyal al ghul au
this is mostly a joke post but i thought it was funny and had to share so--
his first mistake was, obviously, inheriting his father's inability to see an injustice and stand still. -- actually, danyal's first mistake was his lair being so big. a mountainous island with a large temple in the center resembling his old home in Nanda Parbat? With sprawling foliage and rivers and streams and waterfalls galore? What was he going to do with all that space? Let it go to waste? He had plants there! Native trees of the ghost zone growing from the soil! He couldn't let it all be left unchecked!
So naturally after helping a fellow teenage assassin ghost -- who he later learns is named Akihiko, -- from Walker of all people, he sent them over to hang low at his lair until it was safe enough for them to wander around the Zone. Walker couldn't get through Danyal's astrofield if his life depended on it, and trust him -- he's tried. Danny was clearing out debris from his stupid transport vans for weeks.
Honestly it wasn't so bad, he and Aki really quickly became fast friends and Danny loves having a sparring partner close to his level again -- he hasn't had this much fun fighting since he left the League. Aki was very dedicated and levelheaded, the both of them clicked really well because of it.
Nonono, the real trouble began after Danyal met some long-passed League members and allowed them to come join his island as well. Apparently they had made a few enemies of the zone, and maybe Danyal still felt some loyalty to the League. He couldn't just let them be left to rot. Their zealotry could be overlooked so long as they kept it contained and helped him take care of his island.
And it.. snowballs from there? He meets a teen squire aptly calling himself Ambroise -- whether that was his living name or not is yet to be seen -- who died during feudal france, who is just about as dramatic and passionate as every french stereotype makes them out to be. He calls Danyal "my moon and great muse" -- which is both flattering and little uncomfortable, but Danyal's grown up in the League as the Grandson of the Demon Head, he is used to mild worship. he passes it off as nothing more, nothing less. -- and while his energy is overwhelming on the worst of days, he helps Danny draw out of his shell more in ways that Sam and Tucker still struggle with.
Him and Aki butt heads a lot, but the two seem to hold the other in at least some positive regard, so Danny doesn't worry too much about them fighting while he's gone. It only becomes a mild issue when Aki also begins calling Danny "my moon". It's a little sweet, so Danyal brushes it off.
Then he takes in a troupe of ghosts some time after he defeats Pariah Dark and they begin calling him "great one" just as the yetis do in the far frozen. This is where he meets the twins -- a pair of sibling ghosts who call themselves Trixie and Missy (short for Trick and Mislead) -- who aren't quite as passionate as Ambroise but more energetic than Aki. Eventually they also start calling Danyal "my moon" and attach themselves to his hip, even within the living. They like to hide in his shadow and cause trouble for the rest of the students. He makes sure they don't hurt anyone.
He's pretty sure Aki is jealous, same with Ambroise, but he can't be too certain other than the fact that they become much more lingering (re: clingy) whenever he visits the island.. Something he's trying to do much more often these days due to the increasing amount of people living there now. Since when did he become so popular?
Then there's PÄnelĂłpeia from the Greater Athens, who ran away from home and joined his Island after he ran into her while she was being chased by Skulker -- and he's pretty sure the reason was because of her chimeric appearance. Her strange eyes and mismatched wings and lion's tail and talons. She assimilates into his friend group very easily, she gets along well with Ambroise and Trixie and Danny usually finds the three of them climbing the trees to pluck the most fruit from the top. They can fly and he knows it, but they prefer to climb.
Then finally there's silent poet Akkara who comes from ancient mesopotamia, who gets along most with Aki -- which is no surprise there considering their similar personality dispositions. he watches Aki and Danyal fight each other and leaves comments on this or that that he notices. He writes Danyal poems on clay tablets and leaves them by his room.
They're one big mismatched group of outcasts, and Danny's got the other ghosts on his island to tend to, because they're living on his island and he wants to be hospitable even if he struggles with that. But he spends the most of his time with them.
Sam and Tucker are making fun of him. Tucker jokingly tells him 'careful Danny, at this rate you're gonna start a cult'. Danny really wishes he had taken that joke more seriously.
He just. keeps. collecting people. Wayward souls lost in the zone, looking for shelter or refuge from something or other -- whether that be another hostile ghost, or a past afterlife, or just a purpose. Danyal finds them, he takes them in, offers them a place on his island until they are ready to leave. Many seldom do. He's not complaining -- he has the space, and it feels like it's only ever growing.
His close friends, his "inner circle" as he's heard the others call them, keep insistently calling him "my moon". He starts calling them his stars, because then it only feels fair. They're his stars, this is his constellation. It becomes a thing; little star halos begin forming behind their heads, picking them out from the rest. He loves them so much, it's hard to place. Sam and Tucker are also his stars, but they reside in the living realm, they're his tie to Life. Meanwhile, his friends here know what it's like to be dead, and sometimes its nice to relate.
Those living on his island keep calling him "Great One" and he's beginning to notice zealotry in their care for his island. He really, deeply appreciates it. His close friends gain nicknames -- as his stars, it's only natural for him to pick them out from the cluster in the skies. Akihiko, his Sirius and bright star. Trix and Missy, Castor and Pollux, the twins and troublemakers. Ambroise, his zealous Antares and close friend. Penelopeia, chimeric and loyal Vega. And Akkara, his Arcturus and strength.
It's ridiculous how long it takes for him to notice; he is, of course, a deadly trained assassin. He is meant to be observant -- and normally he is! But somehow this becomes a blind spot. One that becomes too big to be dealt with by the time he realizes it.
He should've noticed when Aki, his Sirius, stood beside him one day while Danyal looked over his island and saw the sprawling spirits carrying on about their afterlife and bowing to him as they saw him, and said: "I looked down into the depths when I met you; I couldn't measure it." They aren't one for flowing prose, it took him so off guard he was silent for over a minute before he finally spoke.
Danyal should've recognized devotion for what it is, and yet he didn't. He should've recognized it when Antares began spouting praises about him, crowing about his radiance and resplendence to the heavens. He just brushed it off as Ambroise being Ambroise. He should've recognized it when Trix and Missy nearly broke Dash's leg after he knocked Danyal's books out of his hands, he excused it as them being protective. Of them coming from times where such violence may have been customary -- after all, that's what he used to be like. What he was still like, sometimes, when his emotions nearly got the better of him.
He should've noticed it when the people living on his island followed his word like gospel, looked at him like he hung the stars in the sky. When his friends gifted him a shawl with the moon phases delicately embroidered into it, with silver, shimmering thread and moving stars lovingly stitched into it. Their constellations seen clear as day in the dark fabric. When he found small shrines dedicated to him -- but they lacked any image of him beyond stones carved to look like moons, so he ignored it. When the religious imagery began popping up.
He really, really should've noticed it when a bunch of cultists accidentally summoned Antares, and Antares had turned to him when he arrived and called them heretics. But he was so centered on the fact that they had kidnapped one of his stars, that he hadn't paid much attention to what Ambroise had said.
Sages say that faith is blind, they should also say faith in you is even blinder.
It really only hits him one afternoon while he's sitting in Sam's room studying with Tucker, Missy and Trixie lounging at his feet, Aki sat on his right, Penelopeia braiding his hair, Ambroise draped against him, and Akkara lurking over him. Its one of the rare few times they're all in one room together.
It hits him like a bolt of lightning. He looks up from his textbook. "Oh Ancients," he says in no amounting shock. Everyone looks up to him.
"I've become my grandfather."
#dpxdc#danny fenton is not the ghost king#dpxdc crossover#dp x dc#dp x dc crossover#danyal al ghul au#dpxdc au#dp x dc au#dpxdc prompt#ive been playing cult of the lamb recently and you can tell#anyways i thought this was funny to think about. its specifically danyal al ghul bc that makes it even funnier#tfw you accidentally become a cult leader. rip to you danny you have a cult following#not at ALL an accurate depiction of a cult but i still think its funny. innaccurate cult depictions. ur in too deep to change it now danno#sam and tucker: hey dude... this is a cult | danny still learning how to People: what. no. these are all my friends and refugees.#his inner circle are all Insane about him they just show it in different ways. Sirius is as equally zealous as the rest they just don't#show it as much. which has mistakenly convinced danyal that they are the more logical one. no danny. they would kill for you#danny: i am being hospitable | sam: you created a cult | danny: i am being hosPITABLE#i dont like ghost king aus but i love danny being in positions of power it just has to feel earned. 'accidental kingdom acquisition' is my#favorite trope it just has to be done correctly. đ«” build that bitch up with your bare hands and not realize until its too late you fool#'becoming a world power by accident and im in too deep to back out now'#danyal. a raised assassin (has no threshold for normal behavior): *sees utter devotion towards him* yeah this is fine and normal.#danyal: yk i dont see this ending horribly. *goes and collects more followers* yeah this is totally cool. welcome to the constellation#danyal: *saves a few people and houses them in his lair* (everyone liked that [to a worrying degree actually])#his inner circle: my moon! | danny: my stars :]#danny: ive become my grandfather. | danny: ... | danny: idk how to feel about that honestly.#those poor cultists that kidnapped antares were subjected to a 3hr tangent about 'the radiance of the Moon and his resplendent generosity'#before danyal found him and got him home. who were the cultists summoning? who knows! but they got Objectively the Worst out of the#constellation to summon by accident. actually they're all bad there's no picking who. they're all various amounts of Unhinged Danny just#Never Realizes It because he is also Unhinged and thinks some of this shit is normal.#like yeah thats totally normal behavior he has no questions whatsoever. this seems like Typical People Stuff.
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⥠slashers scenarios | sharing a bed (part two)
⥠fandoms; Friday the 13th, House of Wax, Black Christmas, Scream (kinda), Hannibal (TV), Dead by Daylight, slashers (general)
⥠characters; Jason Vorhees, Bo Sinclair, Billy Lenz, Danny Johnson, Hannibal Lecter
⥠reader; gender neutral
⥠cw; heavily suggestive content, implied smut, unhealthy power dynamics, references to stalking and kidnapping, violence
⥠notes; still kind of figuring out characterization for Jason and Danny tbh
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Jason Vorhees
> mama always taught him that sharing a bed with someone was wrong
> it could so easily lead to sinning! and the woods tended to be humid anyway, so itâd get sticky and sweaty
> but Jason likes keeping you close, very close
> the only time heâs not by your side is when heâs âworkingâ
> and even then heâll check up on you throughout the evening
> one day you get worried, though
> heâs usually back by the time youâre about to go to sleep- he drinks tea with you and usually cuddles for a bit even though heâs convinced staying would be bad
> on this night, the tea is getting cold, and youâre getting grumpy, so you step outside to call for him
> itâs just a moment- a split second that you feel a hand on your shoulder- too small to be Jason
> then thereâs a sickening squelch, a scream, and a couple more wet thumps and groans before silence
> you donât need to turn to know what happened, instead letting Jason come to you (he doesnât like seeing you sad from his messes- and you donât like seeing them period)
> heâs got the blood of the man who touched you splattered all over you but you just frown softly ââŠitâs bedtime.â
> he wordlessly nods and scoops you up quickly, seeming scared that you were somehow hurt
> you quietly reassure him but he gets you the tea and pets your hair until heâs satisfied youâre okay
> you relish in the affection and get an idea
> âJason baby? can you sleep in my bed? just tonight?â
> you can tell he mulls it over a long while before he nods
> he looks comically large in your bed, holding your teddy bear for you while you change into pajamas
> you let him be the little spoon, wrapping around him happily
> surely something this comfy canât be wrong, he decides and falls asleep peacefully
> but when he wakes up, holding your soft, barely clothed form tight against himâŠhe realizes he doesnât care whatâs wrong and right when it comes to you
> because you make him want to do all of the things mama said not to - and he just loves making you happy
Bo Sinclair
> you like your personal space- thatâs something you made clear when you started living there
> back then you were still a victim, but the point stands
> so once they trusted you you got your own little room and let you decorate
> and you like your arrangement. you have your bed, your boyfriend has his, and you donât ever sleep in the otherâs on purpose
> why would you want to sleep next to Bo anyways? he snores, heâs always splayed out in weird positions and he sweats like a motherfucker
> maybe it had to do with the way you can always hear him screaming when he wakes up in the middle of the night.
> or how it stings whenever he leaves after you fuck, even though you never really ask him to stay
> okay, fuck it. you love the idiot and you want to sleep next to him.
> that shouldnât be too hard to say
> except it is, because your stubbornness is almost as legendary as Boâs
> youâre still actively putting it off when you manage to sprain your ankle in the house
> after thanking Vincent for patching you up, you spend the afternoon in the living room, sulking as you wait for Bo
> you know itâs not his fault you slipped, but youâre irrationally mad at him and getting worse the later that he is
> you can tell Vincent got to him first because heâs already frowning when he walks in to the living room close to midnight
> âwhat happened to you, little darlin?â
> your anger immediately melts away and you give a pathetic little pout as he hugs you tight, cursing for not checking in
> he babies you throughly and eventually takes you to your room
> heâs giving you a goodnight kiss when you grab his sleeve
> ââŠstay?â
> he canât hide his smug smile
> ââŠyou want me to?â
> you grumble but heâs happy to strip to his boxers, whistling
> âwhatâre you so smug for?â
> âyou finally asked me to stay.â
> ââŠwell duh.â
> he falls asleep with your whole body laid on top of him, hand lazily stroking your hair
> for once he doesnât have any night terrors, and heâs grateful
> so grateful in fact, heâd like to repay you..
Billy Lenz
> you donât love the idea of billy spending the night
> itâs not that you donât love him, or being around him. heâs your boyfriend, of course you like his company
> itâs just that the sorority girls donât have the greatest track record of giving you privacy
> they donât cross boundaries, or enter without knocking- you lock the door anyways
> but they like you enough that usually theyâre knocking on your door by eight, inviting you on a shopping trip or to breakfast or even asking for help studying
> it can be stifling, but itâs sweet, and itâs not like theyâll know you have a guest. theyâd be more courteous if you could tell them
> and thereâs the second reason, the one you canât tell Billy
> you know the walls are paper thin, and you know just as well heâd take that as a challenge
> but itâs spring break, and only a couple of students are still about
> so you quite casually ask him if heâd like to stay the night
> youâve never seen this man smile wider in your entire time with him
> and heâs surprisingly PG as you make plans
> heâs excited to eat popcorn and get his nails done and cuddle - you paint his hails black and get the snacks ready
> you rent a horror movie for the occasion, and heâs giggling the whole way through it
> he thinks itâs just adorable that you get so scared, hiding your face against him
> âBillyâs pretty baby is so silly- maybe he should distract his babyâŠ.-â
> luckily, youâre able to turn being as quiet as possible into a game when you mention how sound carries through the house
> and heâs ecstatic when he gets to stay next to you, tangled in the sheets and clinging to you for dear life
Danny Johnson
> youâve never been to his place
> he started as a stalker, so it seemed natural heâd just keep going over to your apartment
> and since heâs always busy with the paper, and continuing his current murder spreeâŠ
> well most nights you just let him go, and when you donât you wake up alone
> but on a particularly boring evening you decide to reverse the roles just a bit
> you figured out his address some time ago- and you picked up a thing or two about picking locks from dating Danny
> so itâs not a problem getting into his penthouse and making yourself comfortable
> you make sure to send a vague text that you knew heâd be able to figure out
> after all actually being sneaky around Danny was probably dangerous- youâre about the only person he wouldnât stab on site
> you canât help your huge grin when he stalks into his bedroom
> heâs acting pissy but you see the way his eyes survey your nearly bare body
> âYou little bratâŠâ
> heâs the fun kind of angry
> after a through lesson in asking permission you shower and collapse into bed together
> you cuddle close and fall asleep in his arms as he traces all your new bite marks and bruises
> he seems to get the message about staying - when you wake up itâs to him kissing your neck and purring your name
> apparently he didnât finish last nightâs âlessonââŠand heâs eager to continue
Hannibal Lecter
> heâs eager for you to spend the night, in all honesty
> he likes being in control, utterly and completely
> if he had it his way, youâd move in within the month
> but even though youâve brought a bag, and are all pj-ed up, heâs distracted
> maybe the one thing that can distract him from you is work- heâs a perfectionist
> and he doesnât have to prove himself to you like he does clientele and state boards, and practically everyone else
> âyâknow you said ten minutes ten minutes ago.â
> âyes my darling- iâll be there shortly, just- go lay down-â
> you roll your eyes and instead stand behind him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and beginning to kiss his neck
> he tries his damndest to keep focused
> ââŠif you donât come soon, i wonât be awake enough to help youâŠunwind,â
> that gets him up- you 1, work 0
> youâre surprised when after youâve both gotten nice and relaxed, he pulls you flush
> usually you have to ask for affection
> but he spoons you, face buried in your hair as he dozes off
#slashers#slashers x reader#slashers x you#house of wax#bo sinclair x reader#bo sinclair#friday the 13th#jason voorhees#jason vorhees x reader#billy lenz x reader#billy lenz#black christmas#dead by daylight#scream#danny johnson#danny johnson x reader#hannibal x reader#hannibal lecter#hannibal tv show#silence of the lambs
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He's a highly trained MI5 spy. He's also a fucking idiot. He's bisexual. He has mother issues. He has father issues. He digs around in trash. He has no sense of self preservation. He ran around on a broken leg for half a season and then got blown up by a grenade. He speaks French. He's a journalist. He has fumbled bomb threats on two separate occassions. He has more head injuries then you can count. He's a freak for pain. He's been in a situationship with his rival for 10 years. He throws up when he sees blood. His mom was in a cult. His dad was the leader of said cult. He is permanently having the worst day of his life. He has the saddest, wettest eyes known to man.
I didn't say his name, but he popped into your head, didn't he?
#forever obsessed with this little freak#river cartwright#slow horses#jackson lamb#louisa guy#slough house#spook street#slow horses season 4#slow horses s4
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Getting some ideas out of my head so I can visually connect the dots
#Nt4waltzes au#Step one. Party rock at the house. Step two. Become double orphan. You were already an orphan but now youre like ORPHAN orphan. You feel me#the lamb isgoing to have a Having a Terrible No good Bad Day. But the cat is there also so#narinder#cotl narinder#cult of the lamb narinder#narinder x lamb#bishop narinder#the one who waits#cult of the lamb#the lamb#the lamb cotl#cotl the lamb#cotl lamb#narilamb#cotl narilamb#my art#art post#comic strips#doodles#Time doesn't care for Waltz#TDCFW#cotl au#cotl fanart#cotl art#cult of the lamb fanart#doodle skadoodle
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đ°Khawla's Family Campaign Update: 42đ°
$6,022/$20,000 as of September 25th [10pm CDT]
We reached $6,000! let's keep the momentum going!
Currently $978 away from $7,000 as a short term goal!
the next immediate target is $10,000 as the halfway mark.
please consider donating even just $5, $10, or $20 to help push the fundraiser further to reaching it's goal! and keep reblogging/sharing the campaign so that other people who can donate may see it!
[for more information on the campaign: check my pinned post, the campaign page itself, or message me directly if you have any questions]
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King holding Francois
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PRINCE JACAERYS VELARYON; THE FIRSTBORN, THE SOLDIER, THE TRAGEDY
inspired by this post by @allyriadayne
house of the dragon s01e08 / tory adkisson, anectode of a pig / george r. r. martin, the world of ice and fire / tomasz jedruszek, the death of jacaerys and vermax / unknown, i am a poor wayfaring stranger / george r. r. martin, fire & blood / doug wheatley, illustrations for fire & blood / peter paul rubens, st. sebastian / house of the dragon s01e06 / michael dante dimartino, leaves from the vine / josé saramago, cain / josefa de ayala - the sacrificial lamb / callie siskel, mourner's logic / mitski, last words of a shooting star / house of the dragon s2 / sam mendes, 1917
#jacaerys velaryon#rhaenyra targaryen#web weaving#hotd#house of the dragon#words#tragedy#sacrificial lamb#1917#mitski#grrm#house of the dragon season 2#parallels#comparatives#asoiaf#ales.txt#mothers and sons#motherhood#he is so brave soldier boy sacrificial lamb dutiful tragic hero coded#my creations
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all that pain, and humiliation was for nothing. trying to find emotional relief through her faith, and yet she is still hurting. Losing herself through her âharshâ actions (as a mother would!) for the sake of the safety of her children ⊠will be and always was for nothing. The bubble of dissociation and denial popped by the one person she wanted for herself from the beginning. Doomed by the narrative, no matter how hard she tried to change it. :(
#reminds me of that quote from bojack horseman#when Diane said itâs just damage and I have nothing to show for it#not the same context but the vibe is there#Alicent deserves better and itâs soon going to crash on her#this realization this acknowledgment that none of this pain has any justification#itâs just damage and her and her children were the collateral damage#from men who just wanted to use her#the sacrifical lambs!#alicent hightower#house of the dragon
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"we all go a little mad sometimes, how about you?"
#horror#horror movies#psycho#the shining#american psycho#possession#scream#donnie darko#friday the 13th#ginger snaps#urban legends#misery#the silence of the lambs#peeping tom#event horizon#ma#split#the lighthouse#ichi the killer#audition#house of 1000 corpses#pearl#high tension#carrie#hereditary#get out#bride of reanimator#the vvitch#we need to talk about kevin#funny games
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GET OFF MY CAPE
#do you know how hard it is to cut fabric on the floor when you have cats in the house#and you cant lock them in another room#sara shush#lamb cosplay
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nari goes on field trips :]
#my art#cotl#cotl lamb#cotl narinder#narilamb#in my first full playthrough i was annoyed at the final boss fight still but also was collecting all the follower forms#so i indoctrinated nari but when i saw the 'immortal' trait i went BET#and immediately sacrificed him#and then brought him back the next day because actually tactically having an unaging cult follower could be really useful#and gave him the moon necklace as a HAHA FUCK YOU. now you have to spend your eternal sleepless life worshipping me#also i made him a really agressive magenta colour just to fuck with him#(and then later realized this made him look like animal crossing bob)#and THEN i stopped and went. wait. if hes a follower now. can i marry him?#and then i got the other bishop followers and made them theur own little house complex#and then got really sad narinder couldnt use his because moon necklace#so i murdered him#and looted his corpse#and then i gave him the red crown necklace. also as a little fuck you.#and then by this point the brainworms had fully sunk in and i was like đ„ș nari should get to travel and see the world#and then he died on a mission so i looted his corpse again and THEN i gave him the missionary necklace#my first full playthrough was ...... chaotic
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