#if they didn't want me to make silent hill 2 connections like this

[some-creep]

Elster, give me back that knife.

[inneedofsupervision]

I didn't ask, did I? (Chapter 9)

Happy begrudgingly steps aside and walks after Tony into the diner. The billionaire skillfully ignores the gasps of surprise and the poor attempt to take pictures of him secretly as he strides straight up to the counter. "Two cheeseburgers and a large fry. To go." "Please get in line and wait for your turn, Sir." "Excuse me?" Tony slowly pulls his sunglasses down and glances at the skinny teen behind the register. "Bad hearing comes with age, huh?" mutters the teen under his breath. Happy makes a choking sound behind him. ___________________ Or, how Tony Stark gets sassed by some high schooler working part-time and makes it his mission to figure out what he did to make this kid he'd never seen hate him. If that means annoying the hell out of said high schooler, that's not his problem.

Chapter 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 10

Chapter Summary: Clint gets sent to the animal shelter to see if he can gather some information for Tony.

(Read on Ao3)

A ringing accompanies Clint as he enters the Forest Hills Adoption Center. 

“I'm here, Tony. How's the sound?”

“Flawless. As you'd expect from my technology. Before you ask, the camera is also working as it should be. The finest image you can get.”

Clint fingers his hearing aid, tempted to turn the man off. Before he gets to it, a brunette woman rises from behind the reception desk.

“You must be Mr. Smith," she welcomes him with a smile.

“That's me,” Clint replies with a smile that mirrors the woman's. He holds out his hand to her. “Pleased to meet you, Miss?”

“Oh, you can call me Diana. Mr. Smith, we appreciate your interest in adopting one of our dogs. During our phone call, you didn't give much information about what you were looking for. If you'll join me in the office, we can discuss your ideas and see which dog will be the best fit for your home."

Clint follows the woman who had introduced herself as Diana. The latter holds the door to the hallway open for him, and he smoothly slips past her. As the door opens, there is a chorus of yapping and whining that the archer would have heard loud and clear even without his hearing aid.

As if anticipated, Diana turns toward him with a gentle smile. “Please, don't be put off, by the noise and the energy. These dogs have all been waiting a long time for a new home. Every new visit causes their excitement to grow, but this does not mean they will be like this when you take them home."

“I understand. These are special circumstances.”

Diana laughs but lacks mirth.

“Special circumstances, I guess you could say that.”

Clint flinches slightly as the clatter of a coffee mug thunders in his right ear. “Good God, what a volume. Now I know why Pepper doesn't want dogs.”

“Tony. Shut up.”

Clint has turned away from Diana and is about to cut the connection or put the man on silent.

“Mr. Smith, are you all right?”

Clint looks over his shoulder. Diana is standing in the hallway with her clipboard in her hand.

“Yes, excuse me. I need to blow my nose.”

To make his excuse believable, Clint pulls a handkerchief from his jacket pocket and turns away from the woman.

“I cannot concentrate with the nonstop commentary in the back, Tony. You want something from me, then let me do my job in peace,” the blond man hisses into his tissue.

“All right. No need to get mad.”

“Last warning or I'll mute you.”

“Aye aye, Katniss. I'll keep quiet.”

Satisfied with the answer, Clint turns back to Diana. 

“Thanks for waiting.”

“No problem. You don't happen to have an animal hair allergy, do you?”

“No, it's just the last bit of a stubborn cold my kids brought home from school.”

Diana's face lights up, and Clint knows he has said the right thing.

“Oh, you have children?”

“Yes, three of them.”

Clint keeps up the small talk on the way to the office. His hands were buried in his pockets, and his eyes roamed over the kennels and the dogs inside. 

Tony's plan was vague. 

The question is whether you could even call it a plan. 

“Tell me, do you have volunteers working here?”

Diana stops, and Clint catches up. 

“Yes, we have a few, and we are more than grateful for them. Our volunteers help us walk the dogs, or they take them out to play.”

“Can everyone do that?”

“We need all the help we can get, but we thoroughly check everyone who wants to work here. Some dogs have had a difficult life and need special attention and someone to care for them who has a good understanding of dogs.”

Once in the office, Diana offers Clint a coffee. Half an hour later, the shelter director holds the door open for Clint again.

“Come on, I'll show you all our dogs, and then, we'll see if we have one that suits your family.”

After just a few minutes of looking around the facility, Clint realizes the shelter is full. When he shares this thought with Diana, she nods.

“That's true. We mainly keep our heads above water with donations, so there's not much money left for advertising. At the moment, the trend towards pedigree dogs is on the rise again. Many people are getting dogs from breeders, meaning that the dogs in the shelters are considered a second choice or not even considered at all.”

While Diana is still speaking, the spy notices a movement. Two kennels away, something red moves behind the fence. Diana continues to talk as she walks ahead, but Clint's attention is drawn towards the kennel they are approaching. 

Clint glances inconspicuously into the kennel. 

Tony was right.

There he is.

Peter Parker.

Clint frowns. From everything he had heard from Tony and Rhode's stories, what he saw sitting in the kennel was not what he expected from the infamous pain-in-the-ass teen. 

The boy looks miserable.

Peter Parker is sitting on a thin blanket, which couldn't offer much protection from the cold or the hardness of the concrete floor beneath him. He has pulled the hood of his sweater over his head, but it's not enough to hide a pale face with a few impressive dark circles under his eyes. The boy's gaze is fixed on his lap, or rather on the head that is resting there.

Clint's eyebrows move upwards. The dog the boy is in the kennel with is of a stately size. The brown head with the black ears and black muzzle almost takes up the boy's entire lap, but Peter doesn't seem intimidated by the dog. 

With almost mechanical movements, Peter strokes the animal's head down to its neck and over its back. The dog has its eyes closed and is lying beside the teenager, deeply relaxed, its enormous chest sinking in deep rhythmic movements. 

It would have been too endearing a sight if two things had not ruined the wholesome picture. Firstly, there were Peter's eyes. At first glance, the blank stare might suggest, that the kid was lost in his thoughts, but Clint knew that wasn't the case. Peter's eyes hadn't drifted off, and his thoughts weren't traveling either. 

Clint knew that look all too well. 

He'd seen it countless times before.

Peter Parker is grieving.

The man watches as Peter's hand never stops stroking the dog. The teen runs his fingers gently over the caramel-colored fur until stopping before touching the white bandage wrapped around the dog. 

A hand on his arm draws Clint's attention back to Diana. The older lady glances at the teenager before looking Clint in the eye and signaling to follow her. 

They turn a corner and enter another corridor. 

“That was Peter, one of our volunteers. He walks some of our dogs.”

Clint nods before turning to Diana. 

“The dog in the kennel didn't look like he could walk.”

The dog's hind legs had been bandaged up to the hip, and from what Clint had observed, Peter avoided touching them as if he feared his fingers would burst into flames on contact.

When Diana's face contorted into a painful expression, Clint knew he had hit a sore spot.

“That is Lucy, one of our newcomers. A lovely dog. She loves people and would spend the whole day cuddling if she could.”

“But,” Clint interjects. 

The woman puts on a pained smile.

“Was it that obvious?”

“Pretty much,” Clint says with a grin, attempting to lighten the mood. 

The principal looks down at her clipboard. “You're right. Lucy cannot walk. She was involved in an accident, which is one of the reasons she ended up with us."

“Her owner can no longer look after her?” 

“He died in the accident. Lucy broke both her hip bones. She survived the worst of it, but she needs new hip joints to be able to walk correctly. She is being treated, but, at the moment, she can only stand or sit for a short time."

Diana wipes her eyes with the back of her hand. 

“Sorry, I'm being unprofessional. It's just that she's a wonderful dog, Mr. Smith. We're not a big shelter, and new hip joints and the follow-up treatment costs more than we can afford.”

“And what if she gets adopted?”

After regaining her composure, Diana put on her glasses, and her slightly reddened eyes met Clint's. 

“Not many people take in sick or injured animals, Mr. Smith.  Not to mention the cost of surgery, Lucy is already eight. She is a  mongrel. There is no clear breed identification. She's over 27,5 inches tall and weighs around 110 pounds. Furthermore, she previously belonged to a homeless person. No matter how lovely this dog may be, all these criteria make it more than difficult to place her. If we don't find someone to take Lucy in soon, we will be forced to put her to sleep.”

“That's why the teen we saw is so depressed, isn't he? He knows Lucy doesn't have much time left.”

Without saying a word, Diana beckons Clint to follow her. She takes the man outside and sits down on a bench. Clint sits down next to her and looks at her expectantly. Even without hearing Tony, he knew that the man's interest must have been piqued by now at the latest.

Diana plays with the pen attached to the board before looking up. 

“You're here to adopt a dog. I'm stealing your time.”

“No, not at all. I'd like to know more about Lucy,” the archer asserts. 

The directors give him a skeptical look, but Clint nods with the most sincere expression he can muster. 

“I must confess,” the woman begins slowly, ”I suspect that Peter knew Lucy before she came to us.”

Clint furrows his eyebrows. He hadn't expected that. His face must have spoken for itself because Diana giggles as she looks at him before becoming serious again.

“I know it sounds crazy, but you have to know, I've been working with animals since I was twenty, and I know what a dog looks like when it meets someone again. They remember you. They don't simply forget people. Every time, I ask Peter about it, he almost vehemently denies it, but Lucy knows him. Besides, his behavior is conspicuous.”

“Conspicuous?” asks Clint, noticing Diana's smirk as she talks about the boy.

“Yes, conspicuous," Diana repeats. 

"Peter claims to have had nothing to do with Lucy, but he makes time for her every time he visits. He's here to walk the dogs and thus has nothing to do with Lucy as she can't go outside, but for some reason, this boy finds her and decides to devote half an hour of his day to a dog he doesn't know."

“Maybe he loves animals and has taken linking to her?”

“I suspected that at first, but the more you think about it, the crazier the coincidences become. You have to know, Lucy was brought to us in mid-August, and less than two days later, this boy from Queens contacted us and wants to volunteer for our shelter.”

Diana turns and looks directly at Clint. 

“And you know, what is the most absurd part? Peter actually claims he will pay for Lucy's operation. I told him he could forget it, but he talked about it several more times until I told him I didn't want to hear more about it. That's as far as it goes, minors sending us money.”

“That's an impressive string of coincidences.”

Diana laughs. “You can say that again. Do you get why I doubt Peter's denial of knowing Lucy?”

“It certainly raises questions,” Clint confirms with a smile.

“Definitely. Who knows, maybe Lucy saved Peter's life too?”

At Clint's questioning look, the directors explain what she means.

“You must know, Lucy and her owner are real heroes."

“Heroes?” echoes Clint with growing interest.

“Exactly. They all deserve more appreciation for saving that baby, but who cares about a homeless man and his dog saving a life? Without Spider-Man, it probably wouldn't even make it into the news."

Spider-Man? The whole thing just got more and more intriguing.

 Clint leans forward with interest.

“You have to tell me this story. Does Lucy and Spider-Man have a history together? You can't leave me hanging now without an explanation.”

“It's a good thing you're the last appointment for today, otherwise, we'd have a problem with the schedule,” jokes Diana with a laugh, enjoying her client's enthusiasm.

“All right, then. Earlier this summer, there was an incident near Central Park. A young mother's stroller brake broke, but she noticed it too late. The stroller rolled towards the intersection. Lucy and her owner were there, and Lucy ran after the baby, barking like crazy. Her owner ran after her and into the crossroads. It was around noon, and you can imagine the traffic. Lucy's owner got hold of the stroller and was about to pull it off the road when an ambulance on duty pulled up. There would have been a terrible collision if Spider-Man hadn't appeared out of nowhere. He intercepted the ambulance at full speed with his bare hands."

“Sounds like a meeting of heroes.”

Diana laughs, and her smile reaches up to her eyes.

“You could call it that. Isn't it ironic? Lucy and her owner were saved by a hero who, compared to the Avengers, gets as much credit as a homeless man and a dog saving a baby.”

“Not exactly fair, is it?” agrees Clint. 

“Well. There's nothing we can do about it.”

“Who knows? Maybe we can find a way to do something?”

Diana shakes her head but tries not to correct Clint, but the doubt is written all over her face. She overplays it by clapping her hands down her thighs before standing up.

“What are you saying, Mr. Smith. Are we ready to look at your dream dog?”

Clint gets up from the bench. He holds out his hand to the director.

“Let's find a dog that deserves a new home.”

[kijimha]

Hey, you know a lot about silent hill, right?

Can you give me a "explain it like I'm five" explanation of the lore? Please. I tried to do a deep dive of it and didn't understand half of it.

YES OFC

Silent Hill 1;

The main character is Harry Mason and he has a daughter named Cheryl. Shes his adoptive child. One day she asks him to go to silent Hill and he agrees. They get into a car crash, though, and they survive, but Cheryl has gone missing.

He explores the town and meets a few characters that aren't RLLY that important. The thing about the town, though, is that there's a cult called The Order that are trying to summon their own God. There's a crazy woman, the head of the cult, that had a daughter named Alessa.

Alessa had magic powers so they wanted to impregnate her with this God. She didnt want that so she split her soul into two parts. One part of her soul manifested into Cheryl. When Cheryl entered silent Hill, the soul parts reunited, and the God was born.

God kills the crazy woman. Harry defeats the God. The God/Alessa, before dying, gives Harry a new baby to replace Cheryl. He names her Heather.

Silent hill 3; (SIlent Hill 2 has no connection to the first and third game, but I'll explain sh2 too if you want!)

Heather Mason has an odd dream. She wakes up.

Shes the daughter of Harry Mason and is 17;.

After encountering a detective at the mall along with monsters, she finally escapes the mall. (She also meets an odd woman with no eyebrows that says some cryptic shit. Her name is Claudia.)

Heather, after escaping the mall, goes to see her father. To her demise, he is dead. She is aware those things or Claudia have killed him. Douglas reaches the scene and gives her his condolences. She is set on one thing; killing Claudia to avenge her father.

Along the way, she meets Claudia's "father", who tricks her. She ends up killing him in a sewer since he's this creature thing (at least, to Heather he is).

She also meets Vincent, a morally grey man that is the "priest" of The Order (the cult the crazy woman and Claudia are in). He seems to tease both Claudia and Heather, and you cant tell if he's helping or making you do the dirty work.

An important scene in this game is a conversation between him and Heather.

"You... enjoy spilling their blood, and listening to them cry! You feel pleasure when you snuff out their lives!"

"Are you... talking about the monsters?"

"...Monsters? They looked like monsters to you?"

"Gasp! Oh no..."

"Don't worry! It's just a joke!"

The thing about Silent Hill is that, while the protagonist and player might see monsters, other people might see something different. This ties back into silent Hill 2. To this day its unclear if Vincent was joking or not.

Anyway, he dies because Claudia kills him. She reveals she got Heather pregnant with the God, because she still sees her as Alessa. You see, a theme in SH3 is womanhood and a sense of self, so Heather having to accept her origins is very important to the story.

WARNING FOR FETUSES IN THE BOLD TEXT, SKIP TO THE NEXT PART IF UNCOMFY

Heather throws up the fetus of the God forcefully. Claudia- the absolute madwoman she is- fucking consumes it so SHE gives birth to the God. Which she does, and dies in the process.

Heather defeats the God. She comes back to Douglas, who was injured. Based on what you do in the game, there's a few endings. She kills him, or she sort of becomes his daughter and makes a joke about being blonde. I prefer the latter ending

[seraphirism]

Hello, 🐈‍⬛anon is here!!

Sadly, I don't have really an opportunity and mental strength to give akuneko enough time, work's taking a lot from me☹️I still didn't even read the Butler's Wedding Party, I'm so far from the fresh events, gosh... I guess I'll have to force myself to catch up otherwise I'm scared that I won't be able to do so and the game will be closed by the time I'll have enough time (sorry for the dark thought I just was scarred by how Senjuushi was closed TWICE and I didn't had enough time to at least read the main story😭)

Anyway, I'm really hyped up for the Sanrio Collab Halloween!! Very interested to know what happened that sanrio pookies suddenly came to the world of our butler pookies (is it bc the third ultimate bbgirl of this title Bellen woke up?/j)

hii, 🐈‍⬛���anon (*^▽^*)!! hope you’ve been doing well!

I totally get it. since the summer event (the cruise one) i haven’t been too active as well 😭 i just login from at least once in two-days so i can collect enough gems (the ones needed to unlock memories of the butlers in the album).

and I’d say many of the events are filler content with lore dropped in small bits. they’re not extremely connected so you wouldn’t be missing out on much if you read the recent events for now and leave the previous ones.

god, don’t scare me, 🐈‍⬛–anon 😱 aknk won’t end it’s services ✨ it’s doing very well (like its always on top 15 or above in rankings) so it should be very unlikely (devs, please don’t think about it 🙏)

you played senjyushi too?! I played it as well \(//∇//)\, not the older one but the Rhodoknight one that ended its services this year. it put me in such a slump when it ended its services. i knew it wasn’t doing the best (it was literally 31 in ranking 😭) but god i loved it too much.

i started playing it a month after the new game launched. what got me into it was Snider 😔💖

I have gotten obsessed with fictional characters from time to time (quite a few i can name) but very few can hold a candle to how i liked Snider ✨ (i read his entire affection story from the older game and my obsession became deeper.)

i literally had every single card of his besides his Halloween card (the purple themed one) + his first anniversary card. i didn’t spent a dime on the game but I grinded hard enough to have all his cards, unlock all event stories of his + anything with him. plus, of course besides Snider, i loved UK’s faction, Kathariste and France’s faction a lot 💞!

I didn’t get to read the last few updates of the main story either 😭 i read till the introduction of the third part of the main story right before the bomb dropped for Like-two—and then they announced EOS and it made me so depressed. Senjyushi R was the reason i tried to learn japanese—it was my favourite game. before senjyushi, afterl!fe had also ended its services so senjyushi was another blow to me.

but I’m glad it’s getting a switch release! better something than nothing! as much as i regret the fact that the story will end and i won’t ever get see Mark, Like-two, Jitte, George, Snider, Enfield and so many more characters again with new content again, I’ll have to satiate myself with what i have 😔

i literally started akuneko because i didn’t have another game to obsess over after senjyushi. i also left akuneko two years ago because i wasn’t able to focus on senjyushi with akuneko 😭 it’s my rebound partner.

back to akuneko, I’m excited as well for the collab! I’ll read the event story in the weekend if i can make time. silent hill 2 remake was released too so I also want to play that (or at least watch the play through 🌫️)

you know, you’ve stated the best reason for sanrio pookies coming into the aknk world—it’s the awakening of the ultimate baby-girl, Bellen. I’m not accepting the reason the writers will choose in the event story—the actual reason in my heart will always be the awakening of Bellen 💞

[spidermiku]

Silent hill remake combat looks bad With the new combat trailer for silent hill 2 my feelings towards the remake are practically set in stone. It will be a lazy mess of a game. With the more dynamic resident evil remake style camera a lot of the atmosphere in the game felt off in the trailer. The reason it felt off was because it didn't feel like silent hill anymore. It felt like a resident evil remake clone. I am aware that the original silent hill games where supposed to be RE clones to capitalize of the success of the survival horror genre but Team Silent did such a great job to create something unique. The SH2 remake however feels like it takes away a lot of the more unique aspects of the original. The trailer starts of by showing some great environments that look pretty faithful to the original while also changing some things to modernize the environments to look more dynamic. We see this in the added staircase to the hospital entrance and with the smoother arches in the apartments corridor. In my experience environments is something Bloober has been good at in the past and it shows in the trailer that they put a lot of effort into good looking environments. This is why it is so sad to see them remove one thing that would enhance the atmosphere even more. A unique camera. The very close over the shoulder camera feel very out of place in the depressing slower paced game. I feel the more distant camera in the original would of been a lot more fitting to James's character. James as a character never really comes across a very intimate person in the original. He often only thinks about his wife and doesn't really connect to anyone and the camera doesn't really reflect that for me in the remake. The trailer also doesn't show any stationary camera which makes me worry that they might not use any stationary camera at all. It feels like they created the camera with combat in mind and not the over all experience. I really hope that they change the camera for the release because having a combat focused camera is not something I want in Silent Hill. I feel like the camera is what they could of done to keep SH2 Remake different from the RE remakes which switched from the stationary camera to a dynamic combat focused camera. This trailer have however made me lose any hope I had left for the remake as I don't think they will handle the story well. Bloober doesn't have the best track record handling the themes that SH2 handles. So the only thing left to be excited for is Silent Hill f which looked the most interesting.

and with that rant over

[partyinthemysterymachine]

it hardly needs to be said that i am EXTREMELY protective of what i reveal in or about GOOMT, but i WILL say this:

i view GOOMT's...... Arcs(??) (Timeline??? ?? idfk) as separated into four books. there are four reasons to separate them into four books. i will be getting GOOMT printed when it is said and done, btw, and i can assure you that these four books will also have the additional use as a murder self defense weapon

not to mention that GOOMT also being four books alongside Harry's Filicide series ALSO being in four books may or may not have Implications or Correlations, aehdkgfdghkehghaha

oh yeah. chinhands. shit. Harry's Filicide series. yeah no that's GOOMT canon LOL i know i've talked about the Filicide series before just briefly here and there but no. no, that's GOOMT canon. hahaaha. i'm pretty sure i can talk about it bc there's like. nothing Spoilers about it so yeah let's give it a gew

so before the events of The Fuckening of Silent Hill Pt 2 or 3 Depending On Who You Talk To GOOMT, Harry was starting to seriously consider retirement, or at least taking a very long hiatus from writing.

he thought it'd be fun to knock out a book that was a very personal project. a. VERY. personal. project. it was kinda dark, it was strange and ~experimental~, as many would state in reviews. and it was called Filicide.

it was published, it received its accolades and its criticisms and Harry was like ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ and was just kind of chuckling wryly to himself that it was doing so well. and then he was going to announce that he was taking semi-retirement/extended hiatus when his agent/editor (Maggie) strolled up and /chinhand on his counter and was like. sooooooo~

........ soooooooo Filicide's doing reaaaallly well and people are wanting a sequel :) and i knoooow you said you wanted to retire, Harry. But. what if--

harry's like. mfer. jfc maggie i SAID i wanted to retire, i don't even have any more lore for that!! it was supposed to be a one-off!!! hello!!!!!! ma'am please button your blouse your advances don't work on me

sorry harry i just don't know how to seduce men with morals. anyway soooooo wouldja do a sequel oooorrrr :)c???

so basically Harry's like FINE. FINE i'll write a fuckin sequel jfc FINE but this better be THE LAST ONE--

SIKE spoiler alert it, it was not. Filicide got a sequel, yes: Infanticide. maggie was like. ummmm......... sooooo about that title,

and Harry put his foot down, like. either u publish it with that title or u aint gettin it

she's like. ok the execs said fine. but jfc, harry

Harry just ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ !!!!! what did i say!!!!!!!! so now we have two books in the series. and Harry's like pls let me hiatus now. and they were in agreement. but Infanticide did really well. people were loving it. it was REALLY off of his normal writing path and while Infanticide got some more negative and weird reviews than Filicide did, Harry super didn't care (considering the extremely personal nature of these books), his publisher loved their paychecks from it, Maggie loved her paychecks, and Harry loved his paychecks too!! so happy family right??

WRONG guess again moron. HOW'S ABOUT A THIRD and i'm pretty sure that Harry was actually in the middle of writing the fourth and last book of the series (and it was hard agreed-on this time that this was going to be the last Or Else) when GOOMT then takes place. so in the series, we have:

Filicide

Infanticide

Patricide

Suicide

which, super great dark and edgy right?? makes u think u might have an idea of what the plot of those are bc they're very personal to Harry and very uhhh Telling in their titles, right??

well. what if i told you. that the series is NOT a retelling of his time in Silent Hill, but yes, has strong connections to Cheryl/Alessa/Heather, but no, not THAT strong, but also it's a sci-fi ghost story in Space. :) now what would u think of that

anyway. throws glitter. Lore

[stars-captain]

Rambles on The Short Message that got too long below the cut.

I didn't play Silent Hill: The Short Message because I don't have a PS5, but I did watch a playthrough on YouTube and... I wanted to like it so bad but I felt it was so half-baked in every way possible, and so many of the scenes that were meant to be impactful just made me get the sense that they were trying way too hard. Especially early on, it was so "in your face" with the themes and messages that it was just uncomfortable, and it went against everything that I love about the other Silent Hill games, especially 2. I enjoy reading into things and making connections as the game goes on, so getting every motif almost literally spelled out to you, just makes you feel like they think you have no literacy comprehension and takes away the player's agency.

The live-action scenes were okay, but to me they felt a bit out of place and didn't have any particular impact by being live-action IMO. I felt it was a strange design choice.

I also felt that the dialogue was very forced and awkward, and definitely gave that awkward feel of "I'm reading something written by adults, and they're doing a poor job of portraying teen communication because they only understand it on a surface level" rather than a sense of "okay, this feels like something that a teen would actually say."

I'm not opposed to modern things being in Silent Hill games. I get we can't just make games in the same era over and over again and that as time passes, people relate to new things, and appealing to modern audiences makes money. But the phone felt so fucking out of place, and like they were trying so hard to be relatable. And the message just felt... non-existent and shallow despite being so terribly in your face. I couldn't help but feel like Maya got no justice and that the ending wrapped things up in such an abrupt way.

[hospitalterrorizer]

diary29

10/3-4/2023

nothing much. we'll cover all the rugs with cheap perfume.

nothing much happened today, i recorded little pieces for 2 songs, i got to do the super noisy stuff i wanted to do for the remaster of the single i put out, plus i added some screaming, and i added new vocal layers/replaced some/removed some for the next single. that's exciting, i think now the kicks are too loud in that song, and maybe i could bring the bass up a touch.

so much of this is like, touch and go, tomorrow i don't know what i'm gonna do, probably one of the new short songs, and then, i guess i'll see about one of the songs that i think needs a lot of work re: guitars and just throw vocals onto that to try, since i have them written.

my gf wants to go to another drag thing tomorrow so i need to be up earlier and stuff, today we're going to see a queen who almost won last season of rupaul's. it feels strange talking about it, because only from her has it leaked into my life. or i dunno. leak in makes it sound negative, when you live with someone, your interests get all over each other. i think i'm quieter about my stuff, so it's like, only sometimes i talk about whatever, but there's stuff that's just always involved with me that's probably been passed off to her and i don't even realize really. i think i basically like that she's exposed me to drag race so much because it is funny, it's just weird because it's demonstrably kind of commodified a whole part of queer history, and rupaul was there for it, which makes it more complex. looking at old drag magazines and stuff, the definitions were a lot blurrier, they were host to a lot of people who did want to transition essentially, and then people who were like "i'm whatever" also (and in film too you can see this, where it's a blurry undefined thing (meaning what anyone is (thinking in particular about funeral parade of roses (you can see in my eye makeup that i draw my lashes on cuz of that movie)))). it's not that this blurriness every went away or something but there's more lines separating what things are what is for who and so on. maybe that's because i've just been put in a box myself, by the people i've been sorted into being around online (this sounds miserable over it or something, all i am lamenting is maybe a lack of perspective) make greater efforts to delineate and say, over there is that type of person, over here we stand, when there's blurriness, it's different, and so on. it's a frustrating thing, whatever the case.

it's also weird because rupaul basically sucks, but i think it's kind of great, some seasons of the show, it's essentially takeshi's castle for drag queens, it's totally psychotic at points. i'm kind of sad my gf caught up because hearing about what goes on in the show (i couldn't see at a certain point really because he speakers got fucked up somehow and we don't know what to do other than buy new ones at some point) was genuinely super fun/made me happy.

anyways i think my favorite queen was probably alaska . probably an annoying pick but she is kind of a skinny legend.

i didn't read today, but, i dunno, i'm dumb i guess, i feel really stupid, kind of, i dunno. i always worry about being really an idiot.

so i guess, coming off of the feeling like an idiot, to feel more like an idiot, one thing i'm excited about is this one guy's tradition every year of playing a silent hill game on his yt channel, and this year he's gotten to something truly awful, homecoming. i don't know why i'm so excited for that, it's been years since i've seen anyone play that game in full, since i was a kid, back then even i was mega obsessed with the other sh games, but i also had no real sense of quality, so it had cool creatures that were mottled flesh and vaguely tortured, and familial discomfiture, that at least spoke to me, nothing on the level of all of sh1, 2 and 3, but it was like, a strange update on it all and that connected even at the time. what i'm seeing now, is i how strangely it reflected a pretty exact atmosphere of the time, the directing of cutscenes is, much more than anything else, inflicted with so much bullshit prestige tv runoff but directed wrong, and also, saw. the game is so saw, to the point of not understanding anything about sh really beyond few moments, which makes it fascinating. there's this part where alex is in a fucked up elevator and it squeals and shakes and stuff, awful noises are issued, and a huge knife comes through the door and kills him, final destination shit. it's like the game missed the parts of fire walk with me that featured totally broken quotidian things, the eruption of the faulting and failing into daily life, the wailing elevator isn't a horror device, it's simply real life magnified, ending it with a death like that destroys its ability to refer to the tiniest, most forgettable wounds in our daily life, the fear at a world at the edge of not working constantly, and a world that's hostile not because of unseen forces, but because of what we see, its regular operation unmasked as abject/grotesque, or not even unmasked, felt and expressed. so the game fails to be about america in all the subtle ways silent hill was originally (thinking about the billboard in sh2 that says "your ad here" in the sequence where you go to the historical society thru the town). it also misses all the ero-guro art connections and all the game's love affairs w/ the surrealists (bacon + bellmer an obv example but i'd say, sincerely, the first 3/4 end up having artaud and bataille in them, if only by receiving them thru ero guro artist interpretations of those works). instead it trades all that in for a baffling emphasis on wanting to be like the tv show lost (another legendarily bad game was cut from this same cloth, that reboot of alone in the dark). anyways sorting through all this is a joy for me a bit, and also, the ways the game feels like it hits on something meaningful (its posing of regular american christianity as a cult (the games prior do this too but this one feels really so on the nose, but that produces an interesting effect)) or even insightful, it feels like steps away from being a game about evangelical rapture panic and preppers or something. instead it trades in undercurrents in mass culture for attempts at the personal that fail, because it doesn't seem interested in its characters really. it's also such a dude-ist game, the nurses and the military stuff, so weird.

anyways that person who does that yearly is supergreatfriend. i don't know why i like his stuff so much. maybe it's because he's the only guy on yt with a playthru of illbleed that's any good. i love that game, it's also kind of genius. i miss how freely abject horror games used to be, not just gory or scary, but abject, where everything is exaggerated and filthy, not because like, that's scary, but because that's how you feel in a supermarket or mall or hospital for real or something, pr thinking of rule of rose, that's how social reality felt, that cruel and perverse. the exaggeration is only a tool to get you back there, in memory, again. it feels largely gone, maybe because the hd era prevents that level of exaggeration sitting beside "realism" like it used to be able. i dunno. the cheap and trash-like was so much more palpably present in those old games, for me at least, the stuff that for regular operation, had to be ignored, despite its constant presence, facts of life left to anterooms in your head, thoughts forced into being dead ends or whatever. i'd love to figure out why everything feels so much cleaner now. beyond how it's achieved, the cleanliness, i mean in particular why people decided against what was. it felt perfectly capable of approaching what actually unsettled us and prodding us towards reconciliation (not redemption, if anything, an embrace of these horrors/ embrace of the fact of horror, and then the turn away from the sanitary).

everything i like is like that, like books and stuff, i'm always on about that when you let me, but it's october, so i'm allowed, right. well i'll just keep doing it forever i guess, cuz i'm a broken record.

it's just so pretty to me. like yes, my life does feel like spirit halloween all the time, total dirty vomitrocity.

and stuff like this is just unbelievable i think.

this got me on flickr looking at hans bellmer stuff, rarer scans i've not got and also other stuff people tagged as related. i found quite an insane doll artist on there, who took some of the most uncanny photos ever it seems like.

i would like to use these somehow, in something, they're too evocative to not i think. the smudgy digital photography and the near-human figures, it's just so near my heart/how i feel.

anyways i'm stupid , stupid tired. i accidentally typed tied, instead of tied.

anyways, byebye!!

[mypoisonedvine]

Love, Theoretically | Sebastian Stan x reader (Chapter 9)

(chapter 1) (chapter 2) (chapter 3) (chapter 4) (chapter 5) (chapter 6) (chapter 7) (chapter 8)

series summary: having lost your husband, sister, and best friend all to the same extramarital affair, you ran away to a secluded villa in the Hungarian countryside to write and get a little time away from the life you’d left behind.  you were only looking for peace and perhaps some inspiration for your novel, but instead you found an unlikely connection with the immigrant repairman– even though the two of you don’t speak the same language.

word count: 3.8k

warnings: smut (semi-public fingering, specifically), angst... I think that's it

After your impromptu motorcycle drive you stayed out all night; exploring the empty city, ducking into dive bars if they were still open, dancing in the streets to music only the two of you could hear.

The city was so eerily empty at night, nothing like a metropolitan complex like London. But it was less creepy and more peaceful, especially when you were walking with Sebastian hand-in-hand along the cobblestone path. He started to swing your hand as you walked and it made you laugh.

“Teach me more Romanian words, please,” you requested, looking at him and struggling to fight your smile. “Română?”

“Eu voi,” he nodded, looking around and pointing to the ground. “Stradă.”

“Stradă... we call it the street,” you answered. “Or road. Road?” you prompted.

“Road,” he repeated.

“Good! Your pronunciation isn’t too bad either,” you grinned.

“Copac,” he announced as he pointed to a tree.

“Copac,” you repeated. “In English, it’s tree.”

“Tree,” he smiled. “Engleza este o prostie.”

He suddenly pulled you into him and spun you around in a twirl, making you laugh. “Dans,” he said as he stepped his feet in time with yours. “A dansa.”

“Yeah, dancing,” you smiled. “I haven’t danced in years, you know, except for tonight.”

He surprised you with a sudden kiss that was unexpectedly chaste, just a press of his lips on yours that either lasted longer than it normally would or just slowed time for a moment. “Sărut,” he whispered when he pulled back.

”Sărut,” you repeated.

“Aș putea să te sărut ore în șir. Ai cele mai perfecte buze,” he breathed, running his thumb over your bottom lip which had gone slack just from listening to him talk.

Your fingers trailed down over the portion of his chest exposed by his unbuttoned collar. “I didn’t know I could feel this way about somebody,” you admitted aloud to yourself. “I wish I could stay…”

His hands lifted your face to look up at him. “Nu face asta. Nu te mai ascunde în gândurile tale. Fi cu mine.”

“Sărut?” you requested, making him grin.

“Da, iubirea mea,” he cooed as he leaned in and kissed you again, smiling into it.

You really hadn't even liked kissing all that much before you met him… you just hadn't seen the appeal beyond warming up to more exciting activities, but now? This was all the excitement you needed; you could kiss him for hours and never get bored.

That said, apparently Sebastian had exciting plans of his own, because you found yourself being backed up against a brick wall, his hands exploring your body— subtle at first, just rubbing your arms and gripping your waist, but then it got less ambiguous as you felt his fingers toying with the hem of your shirt, just barely grazing over your stomach.

His touch trailed higher, nearly reaching your breast but stopping just before: you didn't mean to whine impatiently, but you heard it muffled against his lips and felt him chuckle lightly, breaking the kiss and leaning in to whisper in your ear.

"Atât de nevoiași," he hummed, nibbling on your earlobe as your thighs clenched together much too strongly when he'd barely touched you.

You clutched at his shirt, watching as his hand moved down to the top of your pants, the tips of his fingers just barely breaching past the fabric and starting to slide down.

"Here?" you gasped, finally remembering you were in public though you hadn't seen another person out here since you left the bar.

His hand moved lower down and your stomach fluttered with the forbidden nature of it all, feeling like a rebellious high schooler fooling around behind the movie theater when you both had curfew in ten minutes. But then he found your clit right away and it was nothing like high school.

"Oh fuck," you whimpered, shuddering and pushing your hips up to silently beg for more. He rubbed circles over your bud and smiled against your neck, already making it a struggle for you to stay quiet.

“Un alt cuvânt pe care ar trebui să-l știi,” he whispered, the pitch of his voice making it clear he was saying something beautifully filthy, “este dracu. Vreau să te dracu.”

“Seba, please,” you sighed.

"Dar nu cred că o pot face aici," he added with a soft laugh.

Two fingers suddenly pushed into you and didn't seem to struggle with it at all since he already had you soaked, curling into a tender spot inside you right away.

“Yes,” you whined.

“Yes?” he repeated with a smirk.

“Yes,” you said it again, “fuck yes.”

“Fuck,” he laughed, the word that was so familiar to you almost sounding foreign when he said it. “Spui asta mult. Cred că asta înseamnă că vei veni.”

“Your fingers feel so good,” you moaned, barely enough air in your lungs to get the words out. "Please… please don't stop…"

He kissed you again, open-mouthed and desperate as you both breathed heavily, his tongue sliding against yours as if to taste your moans. Hoping to stay upright now that your knees felt a little wobbly, you slipped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer. That, in turn, led to you feeling the hard outline of his cock pressing against your thigh and you nearly melted right there, wishing you could feel him inside you now but figuring it probably wasn't worth the risk of being arrested for indecent exposure.

By now he knew you like the back of his hand, it seemed, because you were already throttling full speed ahead toward the edge, shocks of heat jumping up your spine each time he curled his fingers inside you.

"I— I'm gonna—" you stammered through your warning. He nodded, moving his fingers faster as you bit your lip a little too hard.

Just when you thought you couldn't help but cry out he kissed you one more time, rough and hungry, and muffled the sounds of you reaching your peak literally by his hand.

Everything that had twisted and snapped all at once began to soothe as you sighed and pushed his hand away slowly, feeling your walls spasm one more time when he slipped his fingers out and slid them right over your clit.

He pulled his hand out of your pants and brought his fingers to your lips; you dutifully cleaned them off for him, watching his lips twitch into a brief snarl when you took his fingers down your throat.

"Vom termina asta mai târziu," he promised darkly as he pulled you off of the wall and spun you around, and you wanted to return the favor but he stopped your hand from sliding up his thigh. "Mai târziu," he insisted, instead guiding you around the block and back to where his bike was parked.

Hopping on the back again as he started it up, you relished the change to cling onto his back tightly. He drove you through the empty streets, over sprawling hills and through stone archways, but just as you noticed this wasn’t the way to get back to the farmhouse, he slowed down and turned into a place to park.

“Why are you pulling over?” you asked, furrowing your brow as he parked the bike and motioned for you to get off with him. “Where are we going?”

“Ai incredere in mine,” he smiled as he took your helmet off for you and kissed you again, quickly, taking your hand and guiding you down a secluded path. You followed him down a few strange alleys, under clotheslines and sconces that started to dim with the oncoming morning light. Finally, he navigated you around a turn, through a tight gap, and out of nowhere you were on an overlook; one that gave you the perfect view of the sun beginning to rise over the city. “Wow,” you whispered, watching enraptured as soft yellow light overtook everything, the village and the woods in the distance beginning to come to life.

“Vremuri de genul ăsta mă fac să-mi fie dor de casă,” he sighed, before looking at you again from where he leaned on his elbows over the stone railing. “Îți faci mai ușor. Nu mai sunt singur.”

“This place is so beautiful, I’ve never lived anywhere like this before,” you admitted. “Maybe it’s just that it’s different that makes me like it so much… I guess I could say the same about you.”

Your eyes met his again, and the way he looked at you… it was like he saw right through you. Honestly, it was a bit terrifying. You'd never been so vulnerable to someone. You liked it more than you expected.

But it still scared you.

"Haide, hai să mergem acasă," he smiled as he stood upright again and took your hand.

"Let's get back to the house," you decided, but he was already leading you back to the bike where you rode through the countryside one more time, doing your best to memorize it all while you still had the chance.

You found tears in your eyes, though you didn’t remember crying, as you typed the final page of your manuscript.

It was a first draft, nothing close to a completed novel, but you were on your way to jumpstarting your career again. The only problem? You couldn’t have a career here. You couldn’t be published while living here, you couldn’t even edit this thing properly without a computer and you didn’t even have one here.

You needed to go home.

It killed you to realize that this was not a sustainable system: you living here— Hungary or Mrs. Alberti’s lakehouse— and falling in love with a near-stranger.

Sure, it was good for what it needed to be; he reminded you what it was like to be cherished and cared for, maybe you helped him break some dry spell (although you couldn’t imagine that this guy was anything but drowning in pussy all the time, but whatever). Regardless, it couldn’t last. It wasn’t meant to be anything other than… whatever it was meant to be.

You flipped through the pages of what you’d written already, admiring the journey that you saw on the paper— not just that of the characters, but your own as well. You could feel the weakness in your own voice in that first chapter, as if your hurt was right there painted on the page with the ink-pressed letters. You could remember shakily typing these words, hoping they would distract you from the fears and memories that plagued your mind.

A few chapters in, you could see the hope and optimism that built with the action of the story. You could feel your own love mirrored in the way you wrote your story, it was painfully powerful.

It brought a sense of closure, in a way; it gave you a chance to appreciate everything you’d learned from this, even if you knew you couldn’t take it with you into the next chapter. But this love didn’t feel like a subplot, it didn’t feel like a stepping stone onto the next adventure— it felt like what you’d been looking for your whole life. Maybe that’s just how it feels to be in the ‘honeymoon phase’ or whatever it’s called; maybe it’ll fade soon, with time and distance.

That was what you silently prayed for as you packed everything, folded your clothes, checked the nightstand drawers for those random trinkets they seemed to accrue. Funny how packing to leave this place took you longer than it did to throw your stuff together when you left Michael, and you’d been living there for years.

Then again, you'd known Michael so much longer than you'd known Sebastian, and yet it was Seba that meant so much to you now.

You weren’t sure what would be more difficult: leaving him, or knowing that you could never hope to explain everything in a way he would understand. You considered writing a letter and hoping that he would come upon a Romanian to English dictionary— but with everything you wanted to say, that would take him hours. After all that, would he find your words worth it? Or would he see it all as one last chore from a peculiar fling?

You were pretty sure he didn’t see it as a fling. But maybe he would understand that it was best left as a very unique rebound.

You left your room just to go get some coffee (or maybe something a little stronger, if it was available) and jumped when you saw Sebastian in the hall, causing you to quickly close the door behind you. “I didn’t expect to see you upstairs,” you greeted.

“Obținerea cearșafurilor curate,” he explained as he opened the door to the linen closet and pulled out some bedsheets.

“Oh, yeah, those could probably use a change,” you mumbled as you realized he may not have washed them since the last time you stayed in his bed.

“Vrei și tu câteva?” he asked, pointing towards your door and holding up the sheets.

“Oh, uh, I don’t need any more sheets,” you shook your head, “but thank you…”

His face curled into a mischievous grin. “Poate că trebuie să murdărim acele foi,” he purred as he set the linens down and stepped closer to you, wrapping you in his arms.

“Seba,” you mumbled, but he must not have heard the hesitance in your voice as he leaned in and kissed your neck, making you sigh a little. He hummed contentedly and lightly bit your ear, and you were almost ready to just let him do it and procrastinate this conversation a little longer, but you had to sigh and push him back.

“Esti bine?” he asked, voice heavy with concern, as he straightened up and examined your face.

“Sebastian…” you started with a sigh, the words you’d been anxiously mulling over all night suddenly abandoning you. “What happened between us meant so much to me,” you continued slowly, “but the fact of the matter is, my first marriage isn’t even over yet. I mean, it’s over, but… I’m not really in a place where I can… start a new relationship…”

He looked back at you, that same blankness of incomprehension you were so used to painting his expression, and yet it was somber; he seemed to sense the tone, even if he was losing out on the specific ideas.

“It’s not fair to either of us, really,” you sighed. “I’m still mourning my marriage— and you were a really important part of that for me. So, thank you.”

You realized you needed to express your gratitude more thoroughly. Thinking quickly, you reached for his hand and opened it, placing his palm to your chest. He looked at you, a little confused.

“Thank you,” you repeated, looking him right in the eye.

He nodded slightly.

“Someday, somebody is gonna love you the way you need— the way you deserve,” you told him, stopping briefly to bite your lip in hopes it would stop quivering. “God, I wish it could be me. But it can’t.”

He held your face and kissed you, and much to your dismay it didn’t feel like a goodbye kiss. It didn’t feel like he knew this was the end. “Nu plânge,” he whispered. “Te iubesc.”

He kissed you again and you let yourself get lost in it like a complete fucking idiot, melting into his arms as he opened your bedroom door and pulled you inside with him. For a moment, it was like any other time, like any other perfect kiss with him, but then he pulled back and looked around and you had to watch his eyes as he realized. You had to watch his face as his smile fell away and his hope turned to despondence.

The whole room was packed. Heavy trunks on the bed, the sheets already stripped so Mrs. Alberti could wash them. Everything that made it feel like your room was gone, and it was just a guest room again, feeling bigger and emptier than ever.

All that was left was the typewriter on the table, because you still couldn't lift it.

“O să pleci,” he gasped, stepping back and releasing you from his embrace. “Chiar mă părăsești.”

You knew that look he was wearing on his face; beyond heartbreak— betrayal. You were all too familiar with it. “I’m so sorry,” you whimpered, “I would stay if I could, but I can’t, can I?”

A car horn honked outside, making you wince.

“That’s my ride,” you mumbled. “I have to go…”

You started to reach for your trunks and for a moment you thought that was really it. “Nu te duce,” he interjected suddenly, grabbing at your wrist and turning you to face him.

“I’m sorry— I have to leave—” you rushed, trying to grab your bags again.

“Nu te duce,” he repeated again desperately, pulling you close, cradling your face in his hands.

“Don’t make this any harder than it already is,” you pleaded as your eyes began to water.

“Stay,” he begged, and you didn’t know that he knew that word. A tear fell; you wished he didn’t.

“I’m sorry,” you shook your head, “I can’t.”

You stood up on your tiptoes to try to kiss him one last time, but he grimaced and pushed you away.

“Să trăieşti,” he said quickly, bitterly, as he stormed out of the room.

“Sebastian, wait—!”

But he was already running down the stairs; you heard the sound of the back door slamming a moment after he was out of sight, and another honk of the horn outside reminded you that you didn’t have time to chase after him. This wasn’t how you wanted it to end— really, you didn’t want it to end at all, and maybe if it had to (which it did) then this was as good a way as any. But you hated to leave like this when the last thing you wanted was to hurt him.

Defiantly wiping the tears from your face, you lifted the first of your trunks and made your way down the stairs, bringing them to the front door where the driver of the cab was waiting to carry them the rest of the way for you.

“Could you go upstairs and get my typewriter for me?” you asked him. “I can’t carry it well myself.”

He nodded and did as he was told, another small but painful reminder of your first day here. Mrs. Alberti came around the bend wearing a knitted shawl and a bittersweet smile.

“I hope you didn’t plan to go without saying goodbye,” she teased you.

“Of course not,” you smiled, “goodbye Mrs. Alberti.”

“I didn’t mean to me, dear,” she explained, making your heart twist.

“I don’t think he wants to hear it from me,” you admitted awkwardly. “I don’t think he can, literally.”

She just sighed and looked away, just as the driver loaded the last of your things into the trunk.

“So, this is it then,” you shrugged as you turned to face her.

“I doubt that,” she smiled. “It’s not a goodbye, sweetheart, just a ‘see you later.’”

“Sure,” you agreed, knowing she was wrong. You couldn’t come back here; you couldn’t leave him twice.

The driver shut the trunk and got back into the driver’s seat, leaving you to stare up at the house and take one last moment to soak it all in.

“You be sure to call me when your book is a big hit!” Mrs. Alberti instructed with a grin.

You were too choked up to say anything back, so you just waved and nodded as you got in the car and took a deep breath. “To the train station, please,” you mumbled to the driver, covering your eyes with your hand as you felt the car reverse and turn onto the road. You couldn't open them, or you’d look back, and you couldn’t look back.

Since your eyes were closed, you had no way to know that Sebastian chased after the car for nearly a block, giving up at the turn of the road, falling into the gravel and laying there for a while, repeating that one English word he couldn’t get out of his head: stay.

[yanderecandystore]

I can request an order from Yandere M! Beldam with F! Reader. Where the reader and her friends go to live at the Pink Palace. (Coraline film)

I'm so sorry for making you wait, and for accidentally erasing the oneshot-

I had issues with this one. Not because of your request boo, but because of how I kept thinking about quantity over quality. I've made over 3,000 words worth of pure meaningless garbage- It felt so forced that I tried to redo it again.

Btw: THIS IS A REALLY LONG FANFIC AND ITS KINDA BAD, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK-

7,550 words, yes I'm really proud of it- Absolutely ✨stunning✨

TW/Tags: fake friends // reader is high-key touch/friendship starved // identity theft (I mean- It kinda is??) // kinda edgy maybe // based on Coraline movie yet neither of the characters are from the canon- // guess who is sad because of her fucked up :D ME! // Not accurate to the movie, but hey, it happens ;D // awkwardness galore! (Awkward social situations) // if you think any nicknames are intentional, is because they are 👀

Chapters:

(Chp. 1) (Chp. 2) (Chp.3)

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Stitched together [Yandere!Coraline OC(?) X F!Reader - Fanfiction]:

You have been stuck in this car without being able to say a word for about three hours now. Vivian didn't want to admit she got lost in the fog, and Dominick wouldn't stop making fun of her for getting us all lost.

Richard has been pretty silent too. He didn't like the constant fighting and passive aggressive comments Dom and Vivi would make towards each other, yet he prefered to not be a bother and keep himself quiet while listening to music. Always the silent type.

And you? You were mentally cursing at yourself for forgetting to charge your phone so you could ignore the yelling and feel less bored throughout the trip.

After a few bumpy roads and a few hills that caused Vivian's car to have a hard time going up through, you guys finally got to the Pink Palace. Finally! After so long! Finally you can stretch your legs.

You four were in search of a new place to call home, a place that was "closer" to the local university so you and your group could have an easier time during the semesters, and you've decided that the Pink Palace Apartments would be the best (cheapest) option for four college students having to pay rent by themselves.

Even if the place was weird, old and creepy, it was the best option that you had found- Or more accurately, that Vivian had found. She was the one that decided to form this group in the first place, even if deep down, you four didn't know much about each other. Now you're all roommates and sharing a creepy house that probably needs lots and lots of repairs to be done.

You were feeling a bit awkward about this situation, to be completely honest, you were the odd one here, you're the one who doesn't have strong connections with the others. You met Vivian a couple of months ago, but it was by mere pure coincidence that you two had a couple of things in common, and even if it's really, really few things that made you two be able to form this friendship with one another, Vivian still called you over to be her roommate.

You knew why she called you, she called you because she needed one more person to be able to help her and her friends out with the rent. Yes, she did like you and considered you a friend, but not that close of a friend- She didn't know you that well, and honestly you also didn't know much about her either. You still appreciate that she offered you to come with her, since you were also looking for roommates to help financially.

You're at least glad it's Vivian who called you, and not a random person that you would have to call a roommate despite not knowing them well enough. Maybe you and Vivi will be able to get to know each other more now that you'll be living together.

But her other two friends? Well...

Richard was basically a brother of another mother to Vivian, of course he would come with her, but- Well, you don't know much about Richard. He seems like a cool and honestly pretty generous guy, yet he prefers to use few words instead of engaging in deep conversations with people. You wouldn't mind getting to know him more, but you're afraid you won't be able to find topics you two share the same view on.

And Dominick, oh Dominick! How time has sculpted you into a handsome man. While you have to deal with the sudden butt-cheek acne appearing from time to time, Dom seems to have gone through a heavy glow up ever since you last saw him.

Dom and you used to be childhood friends ever since kindergarten, but at the age of ten- Well, you were ten, Dom was twelve at the time- At the age of ten, you two had grown apart from one another. You had to change your school, change your neighborhood, change your friend group- Which ended up making you two distance yourself immensely.

You didn't really want this gap to form, this long distance between you two- Not only physically, but emotionally as well- But you never got time to tell him that you were moving, that you'll be away for a long time. You never got the chance to explain to him how your parents wanted to move out of the state you two lived in, and that changing neighborhoods was better than changing states entirely- You never got the chance to say goodbye, and that's what hurt Dom the most.

You just suddenly vanished, you couldn't communicate to each other by the phone or through the internet at the time. So you literally just disappeared without a trace.

Well, almost without a trace, his parents knew that your family was moving out, yet they didn't tell him because they thought he already knew about it. A couple of years later you two would be able to see each other briefly at a distance, it was so weird seeing each other change so much and still wonder "is that really the person I used to know?".

You wanted to talk to him, to apologise and try to get your friendship to be reborn- But you never got the chance to, you were too busy to be able to make time to talk with him.

Not only were you busy, but you also felt awkward about coming to his house and suddenly saying "hi! Remember when I just ghosted you for 12 years because my family kept travelling and changing homes? Can we forget about it and be friends again :D?". You never talked to him because you felt awkward about it, you felt too nervous about talking with him again, especially after you travelled so much- Each time you considered contacting him, you felt like a hopeless cause, and you created an endless cycle where you felt bad for taking so long to talk with him, but you also felt too awkward to talk with again.

Here you are [Y/N], in the same house as your ex childhood best friend- It's now or never that you'll be able to talk with him, and to be fair, if you keep delaying it, it'll only become more and more awkward!

"- So- Let's start by dividing tasks! We'll have to clean the entire house and also place our stuff in our rooms, so let's start this already!" Vivian yelled to call everyone's attention, trying to hype everyone to clean the house. She was just as tired from the trip as anyone else, yet it was better to start working earlier on than to let tasks start to pile on top of each other.

You four decided that it would be better to work in pairs, and to keep it from being agonizing- You all decided that everyone would occasionally switch pairs and work in the next area so that the cleaning would end much more faster.

It's been a long journey to get here, but luckily cleaning the house wasn't as annoying as it seemed. Sure, it has been time consuming but you had fun messing around with Vivian and making a couple of jokes with Richard.

Right now you were cleaning the last room in the house, the one you and Vivian would be sleeping in. And of course, you weren't doing this alone, and for your discomfort it was no one other than Dominick himself who was paired up to clean this room with you.

You two have been in dead silence ever since entering this room, and you were almost done unpacking your stuff when you decided that this was starting to get ridiculous. You needed to confront him now or never, [Y/N].

"- Dominick?" You half whispered, feeling extremely tensed and afraid of his reaction, but why?? There is literally no reason for you to fear him, this is just a conversation between adults.

For your miserable luck, Dom has not heard you talking, he was too busy taking care of the other boxes to be able to listen to your half-hearted whisper of his name.

"- D-Dominick?" You tried again, sadly this time your voice broke. The tension in this room felt so heavy, you now realized why you feel so afraid of him- Or more accurately, of his reaction-

Because you were afraid he would be mad at you and call you out for ghosting him for so long.

Dom turned around, looking over his shoulder with an emotionless stare. There was nothing like anger, or sadness, or happiness in his eyes, but there was a hint of confusion in his brow- As if he wasn't sure if what he heard was correct. The look on your face seems to confirm his suspicion though.

"- Yes?" He sighed as he put the box down and started to get himself comfortable- Turning around and crossing his arms as he laid against the dresser. You know when you're a kid and you go to talk with your dad about something you did? To tell him the truth about something he was already aware of, but he is more disappointed about you hiding it from him than about you actually doing something wrong? His whole body language reminded of that.

That was so specific now that you think about it, damn, your dad used to do that all the time-

"- Can we talk? Just for a bit?" You asked shyly, already admitting that what you did was wrong and kinda awful to your childhood friend.

He blinked twice, still holding an emotionless stare. He ended up shaking his head and softening his expression, curious of what you were going to say.

"- Sure, go for it." Dominick said as he continued to look into your eyes- Or at least tried to since you kept averting your gaze from his handsome features and attentive gaze. It's been such a long time since you've been able to be face-to-face with him, the frail little boy you used to know was now a massive man with little to no shame about showing his strong arms-

You could go on and on about how incomprehensibly dreaming he is, but this is no time to be distracted- This is serious, [Y/N]!

"- Well firstly- I'm sorry! I-I'm really sorry!" You bowed your head spitting hundreds upon hundreds of apologies in his face. Even after so many years have passed you still wanted to be his friend, you still wanted to keep contact with him, yet you just- You just couldn't! This feels agonizing and the fact his face isn't changing at all is making you freak out even more.

"- I should have talked with you when I got the chance, I-I really should have- I just felt like the longer it passed the awkward it would be, but I never wanted to cut ties with you so I kept delaying it and-" You were going on with your pathetic excuses when Dom decided to interrupt you.

"- [Y/N]." He spoke, softly yet somewhat coldly. His rough voice made you shiver, and although you felt more relaxed by telling him what happened, you still felt the tension in the air grow as Dominick thought about his choice of words.

"- I'm not, well, mad at you- I was never mad that you had moved to a different place-" He said while being completely honest, which caused you to sigh alleviated as a response- As you were glad that he wasn't mad at you, however, you haven't let him finish.

"- I was sad of course, that my best friend suddenly moved away, without ever telling me where or even saying goodbye-" He continued, this time filled with irony as to poke fun at the situation, although clearly still a bit wounded by it.

"- And to be completely honest with you, knowing the reason why you haven't talked to me for about twelve years is both liberating and disappointing." Dom finished, looking at you with an expression you couldn't really name. You felt the guilt eating you from inside out as you looked at his somewhat brokenhearted movements. The pressure of his own heart was making him exhausted.

"- But you know what, [Y/N]? I'm genuinely not mad at you, I'm not even sad anymore. It's a bit disappointing to discover that the reason you tried to avoid me was because you were feeling embarrassed-"

"- I-I didn't want to!-" You interrupt without thinking twice, feeling both embarrassed and insulted for being called out like this.

"- But it's understandable, you know that right?" He looked back at you, showing a half-hearted smile. He really did understand why you did what you did, it's a common mistake to let your insecurities dictate your actions, it was normal for anyone to feel like this would be a really awkward situation and that it would be better to just forget it and move on.

Neither you or Dominick have ever considered that possibility, though.

You couldn't bear to look at him in the eyes, you felt so- Awful! You just looked to the ground feeling annoyed about how this could all have been avoided if you talked with him earlier on. You feel ashamed for never taking enough courage to contact him again.

You stayed silent, not really sure about what to say next. Some seconds passed before Dominick decided to say something.

"- You used to be really short." Dom's voice was kinda… Sad. Gentle, but sad.

"- Y-You too?" You said laughing at your own embarrassment, you started to remember a couple of your precious memories when you were young. They were all very faint, shaky, blurry, but those memories were so precious to you.

"- I appreciate that you have decided to talk to me, hopefully it'll make our living experience less awkward?" Dominick said in a tone you assumed to be amusement. He wanted to make you feel less sad about this, less embarrassed.

"- It's been a long time ago, I honestly didn't expect you to remember me at all…." He said while getting up from the dresser and picking the box again.

"- …. Well, can- Can we be friends again?" You asked, while offering your hand to shake his. You considered offering him a hug but because it has been so long, this probably wouldn't end well.

"- …. You know, maybe you should have forgotten about me." Dominick said, turning head towards you as he picked the box and placed it under his left arm.

You were confused by his comment and even more confused about his expression. He was serious yet sad, but not enough to be described into a coherent emotion.

"- Listen, we haven't talked for twelve years ever since we were kids, I honestly was hoping you would have forgotten about it and just moved on. I wish I could have, but I kept feeling like it was my fault for you going away." Dominick said, fully honest again. He was so tired of this drama, it made him feel so sick to imagine that the only thing stopping you from talking with him was just- Embarrassment.

"- When Vivi told me you were coming with us, I was almost going to reject her offer because I thought we would end up arguing or fighting about it- Yet I still accepted it because well, Vivian is my friend and like I said I hoped you wouldn't remember me."

"- Listen [Y/N], I'm genuinely thankful that you decided to explain what happened to me, and although I don't feel any resentment towards you- I just don't want to be your friend anymore. We are completely different people now and I doubt we have anything to talk about- It's just- I would like to be a lot of things, [Y/N]." Dominick said while coming closer to your shaken form and putting his hand in your shoulder, before he could continue.

"- But being your friend is the last thing I would ever want to be, especially now. It's not easy being in the same place as you, or talking with you like nothing happened, but for the sake of our coexistence inside the house and for the sake of the others, let's just not talk about it."

"- I would prefer to keep my distance from you, I'm sorry for being so harsh but I hope you can understand where I'm coming from."

Dominick finished his speech as he bypassed you to reach the room's door. He walked out unceremoniously as you were standing there, trying to process all that he told you- Trying to comprehend what was hidden in his expression.

He was so straightforward it physically hurt you. You were hopeful that you would be able to talk to him and be friends again, to just start anew, and recap all that has happened between these twelve years.

But then again, that was only a foolish wish, you should have expected this outcome.

Of course he wouldn't want to be your friend, it has been so long that you two were probably completely different people now.

Well, almost completely different, as Dominick has found your attempt of regaining his friendship somewhat childish. Really stupid, [Y/N].

Now, you weren't one to cry about spilled milk- But today you felt so, well, vulnerable. You didn't expect him to be so honest about it, but you couldn't lie that indeed- He had a point.

You decided to give yourself a moment before heading downstairs, if there was any tear to spill, you would prefer it to fall down now than in front of the others.

After a couple of minutes of you unpacking your stuff you decided to finally head downstairs to the living room- And what you heard was all of your roommates hanging out and laughing, you felt like it would be good to get down there and join the conversation.

But as soon as you came into their vision, the laughter that was presently there started to fade slowly, Vivian seemed kinda glad you came over, yet no one really made any attempt to include you into the conversation. Not paying much attention to it, you decided to sit down and start making small talk, asking what they were doing right now.

You noticed that although Richard and Vivian were looking at you, Dominick was staring at the TV silently, yet you remembered that before you came along he was just as excited and talkative as the others. Still, you tried to ignore it, he was probably still thinking about what happened and maybe he wasn't ready to look at you in the eyes yet- You sure knew you couldn't look in his eyes right now, so maybe the feeling was mutual?

Vivian and Richard talked with you "normally", Vivian was the one to respond to the question as Richard just gave a bit more explanation about her answer.

"- Oh! Nothing really! We were just talking about Sam's party, right Rich?!" Vivian said excitedly as ever. You couldn't really match her energy at all, you almost wish you could know where all this energy comes from.

Sam… You feel like this name is a bit familiar, yet you can't really remember who this person may be. You assumed they were one of Vivian's friends, which thanks to Richard you got to confirm your suspicion.

"- One of our friends invited us over to their party, to "celebrate" us moving to our new house in a way-" Richard said, lazily, yet giving a welcoming smile towards you- His attention was soon stolen away once again by Vivian who sat next to him and decided to correct him.

"- Nah, Sam just likes finding excuses to throw parties- Remember when-'' Vivi went on about this Sam person and how they were kinda close- Probably closer than you two are- Who was Vivian's Party Friend™. Vivian and Richard started talking about past events involving this person, which by now you have learned that they're an old high school classmate of Vivian who was now Richard's classmate in college.

Richard and Vivian kept talking about this wild party animal and their adventures with Sam, while also including Dominick in the conversation here and there. Apparently they all knew this person, they were pretty good friends from what you can guess….. You feel… Oddly lonely hearing about these amazing things they all went through together.

Maybe you're just seeing things but- You feel kinda left out of the conversation, maybe you should try and get included again?

"- Sounds like Sam is a really cool person- Do you guys have known each other for awhile?" You asked Vivian, interrupting her from continuing one of her stories. You didn't want to be rude- Just- Not so awkwardly alone in a filled room.

"- Oh- Me and Sam go way back. I'm so happy that they live in the town nearby- It'll make it so much easier for us." Vivian answered you, although going back to her story with Richard.

"- Cool, when is the party actually?-" You couldn't finish asking before Vivian turned her head with a smile that reached ear to ear.

"- It 's today! Hmm…. Actually it's in two hours or so-" Vivian said excitedly, while also looking at the clock to guarantee she wasn't wrong. You could see Richard nod and when you looked around you noticed that Dominick wasn't looking at TV anymore, but was actually side eyeing you- He was curious.

You didn't really notice how shocked this revelation made you be when you left out a loud "what?" that made everyone look very confused.

"- … Hmm, you okay?-" Richard asked but his question was muffled by Vivian's louder and more outspoken voice.

"- What is it, [Y/N]? Is something wrong?" She asked while leaning her head to the side slightly, she was genuinely concerned something was wrong- As if you got hurt or something.

"- S-Sorry, I just- I didn't know there was a party today." You confessed, although to be fair- You were going to use other words to explain how ludicrous it sounds to have a party right on the day you guys move into town. You know that they were basically just going to see their friend, but come on, you at least expected them to warn you.

"- I just- Thought we were having movie night tonight, but it's alright!" To make matters a bit worse, Vivian had told you to bring some of your favorite movies with you because you guys were supposed to have a Movie Night tonight. But apparently she just completely forgot about it….

"- Vivi, did you not… Uhnm… Tell her about the party?" Richard asked Vivian shyly which caused her to have a visual shift in her thoughts, as her expression went from confused to panicked.

"- OH MY GOD I'M SO SORRY!!?!!? I'M SO SORRY [Y/N]! I totally forgot to tell you I'm so sorry!?!?" She started to sob, you knew Vivian was bad at remembering things but normally she never forgets about friend related events.

"- It's okay Vivian, don't worry about it." You tried comforting her. Hey, it was just a common mistake, it's normal. Maybe you could watch movies another night.

"- … Maybe a party wouldn't be so bad, should we get ready now? How long will it take for us to get there?" You asked, even though you weren't really mentally prepared to meet up a bunch of strangers, but hey! That's the best way to meet the locals!

You were expecting a response from, well, any of the three to be honest- Yet all you received was a look of surprise and… Embarrassment? Guilt?

After a moment of silence and a couple of shared glances between the three, Vivian spoke up.

"- You aren't coming with us, [Y/N]. Sorry, but Sam only invites people they know about, ya know?" Vivian said half-heartedly, she felt kinda guilty about saying that but not because you were getting excluded, but mostly because this whole situation was a bit embarrassing- If she had warned you earlier, neither of you would feel this- Awkward.

You couldn't lie that you felt kinda hurt about that. You understood that it wasn't her fault yet- Damn, this day feels so weird, you have been ignored for most of the day and had that moment with Dominick upstairs.

You couldn't lie that you were starting to feel really hurt and lonely in this place, despite the fact you were surrounded by your roommates.

Your "friends".

"- ….. Oh." It's all you could say after you realized how much time has passed between Vivian telling you the truth and you answering her.

"- I'm sorry, [Y/N]." She apologized once again, looking pitifully at you.

"- No! No, please, it's alright! I understand."

It 's okay. You understand. It was just a mistake. It happens. It's alright, [Y/N].

You kept telling yourself that as you continued to turn around in your bed, trying to sleep and forget about it.

It has been about three hours since they left, and it has been about three hours and a half that you've been trying to get your eyes shut and your mind relaxed. Were you feeling angry at them? Maybe- Were you feeling sad for being left out on your first day in this new house? Of course!

You didn't want to admit it but it was an inevitable truth! You physically felt this day going downhill the moment you woke up.

Jesus Christ have you been trying to not feel petty about it, but come on?! Who forgets to tell something like that to a friend?!-

Pfft- Yeah, "friend". You sometimes forget that you weren't exactly everyone's best buddy pal. Although you were really hoping to get to know them more, you kinda have a sour opinion about them already- And they probably have a bad impression about you too.

You managed to fall asleep and wake yourself up each time you closed your eyes. Your head was filled with thoughts and insecurities, you should know better than to cry over spilled milk, [Y/N].

It's just your first day, relax, try not to lose your head already.

…

You miss your home, your house, your family.

Before you could fall asleep once again, you heard noises coming from downstairs. You assumed it was just your roommates that could be back, yet after a while of rustling noises you started to think it was a thief- Making you instinctively jump out of bed, although quietly so that you could try and hear what was going on downstairs and prepare yourself for an fight with a house intruder or something-

But as you slowly opened your bedroom door to not cause any sounds you noticed a particular little fella munching on some cheese pieces that fell on the floor.

Firstly- You don't know how the fuck that cheese got there, you haven't eaten anything that would end up leaving cheese trails behind- You haven't eaten anything ever since you got here.

Although you did notice that the cheese trail made it's way into Dom's room though.

Secondly- Your rat companion although being kinda cute couldn't stay in this house, he needed to go. You wondered if the sounds you were hearing came from the rat, yet that wouldn't make any sense, why would he be all the way up here?

Then you realized- A rat infestation??? You knew the house was old and had a lot of stuff wrong with it- But rats???

While you were trying to think of a plan of action, the rat noticed your presence and went running away while still holding his little cheese piece, he ran down the stairs and you followed him without thinking twice about seeing where this little thief was hiding- And if there were more like him.

You ran downstairs following the little trickster, following him to the living room and seeing him squishy himself between a gap in the wall- The gap moved with ease letting him get inside the wall.

Although you felt like he could probably be deep inside the house, something in your gut told you to search for a way to open that wall, at least a little bit.

You noticed how there was a little door lock hole on the wall, and there was an interesting gap between this little box shape with the door lock and the rest of the wall- You instantly assumed to be a little door trapped underneath the wallpaper, maybe there was a tiny room with the rat in there?

You took a knife out of the kitchen and decided to follow the line that followed the door. You managed to cut it and open the door with ease, and when you did look inside you found-

You found…. A weird, tunnel inside. A colorful tunnel inside. It was so vibrant and magical, you felt yourself being called inside.

Inside the wonderful tunnel you saw the little rat making its way to the other side and entering the door that was at the very end.

Without thinking twice you followed the rat, crouching your way into the bouncy colorful goodness that the tunnel was.

To be completely honest- It was a bit uncomfortable, you were already too old to enter into small places like this one- But you still managed to crawl through to reach the other side, and what was waiting you in the other side of the door was-

"- Oh fuck off, you got to be kidding me." Was…. An exact copy of your living room?

Well, not exactly? It was inverted??

What the hell?? Why would anyone build a house with identical rooms? And how did you or Vivian miss this place?

It was cleaned and well kept, so you assumed maybe the boys had cleaned this area- Yet still, they would have warned about something like this before, right?

And… You had to get here by crawling to a tiny door that was unopened- Unless there is another way in here??

Your head was filled with so many thoughts, so many questions- But it all stopped when you heard humming sounds coming from the kitchen, and the delicious smell of an well-cooked meal!

You followed the sound and the smell and walked over to the kitchen, only to find the back of an already familiar individual.

"- Oh! S-Sorry Dominick, hmm- I didn't think you would be here-" You said sigh in relief that at least you weren't exactly alone.

He was busy cooking while humming a little song, you took a few steps closer and as you were about to ask him why was he here so late, Dominick had turned around giving you the brightest smile you haven't seen in ages.

While also giving you a small heart attack when you noticed the terrifying, black buttons sewed into his face in the place where his eyes were supposed to be.

"- [Y/N]! You're awake! It's so good to see you joining us for dinner. I was afraid you would sleep without eating anything." The person in front of you continued talking as casually as a close friend would. You felt scared enough to scream, yet he did have a point- You were starving and you didn't have enough energy to actually scream at the horrifying person in front of you.

"- W-Who are you? Where is everyone?" You were shaking and it was extremely visible, what were you supposed to do? Who or what is this person? Is this some kind of joke??

"- W-Well, I'm Do-Dominick. And you-u?-" He said, mocking your stuttering, if it wasn't for his uncanny smile and buttons you would have believed 100% he was Dominick just pulling a prank. The similarities in his overall appearance and voice and personality were making you feel more uncomfortable and startled than relaxed.

"- I'm joking, [Y/N]! You should have seen your face. I'm me, Dominick, duh- And the others are coming back very soon, I assume the party has ended by now." Dominick continued to focus on his cooking, the smell causing you to feel more and more hungry than terrified- But even if your mind wasn't working properly you still couldn't get over the fact something was clearly wrong.

"- I- I know you're not Dominick, Dom doesn't have… Bu- Bu-" You took a couple of careful steps closer to "Dominick", who was somehow attentively following your movements, the fact he was able to see you even without eyes (or well, buttons for eyes-) was starting to create a creeping feeling to form in your back. You really don't like how he is staring at you.

"- Bu-Bu-Buttons? I'm glad you like them, But my, my! You're shaking like a leaf today, are you feeling cold?" Dominick asked, although you couldn't really recognize if he was genuinely concerned or not.

"- I just- Haven't eaten anything ever since getting here… You should know that, Dominick." You took a seat in the table in the middle of the kitchen, as you were starting to trip since you were not only tired and frightened, but also really hungry all of the sudden. Still, you decided to provoke this guy for a bit, trying to get at least a better explanation than just "I'm Dominick". This must be the most well-crafted prank you have ever been victim of, or maybe you're having a wild dream, one of the two.

"- Hmm… Yes, maybe I should have known, I wasn't aware you were starving through the entire day- To be fair, I'm not exactly the same Dominick that you have come with to this house-" He confessed as he started picking an plate and putting some of what he was cooking in said plate.

"- Aha! So tell me already what you really are!-" You almost jumped out of your chair to face him, using all your strength to at least intimidate some sort of response from this- This freak!

But as you turned your head into his direction you got instantly shut off when you noticed how close he was to you even though he had made no sound when he got closer- He was so close to your face, he has enveloped himself around you in such a way that you couldn't even get up from your chair if you felt like running away- His right arm was placing the plate on top of the table in front of you, as his left hand was holding your chair. His face was simply so close to yours that you almost felt yourself getting sucked in those black, shiny yet horrifying button eyes. You can feel his penetrating gaze even when you move your eyes to the other side- Staring at him was like staring at the void, it felt discomforting not being able to read any emotion behind them.

"- I told you, I'm Dominick- Although maybe you can call me the Other Dominick, I'm your other best friend, silly." Other Dominick whispered in a very sweet and calm tone, causing you to not notice the hidden tone of persistence- Apparently he was getting a little too nauseous of this back and forth.

"- Although, I suppose you're not doing too well with your friends at the moment, but that's okay! I'll be your Dom, so please eat something, [Y/N]. You're going to pass out." With his left hand he gently pushed your chin to look at the plate in front of you, as he continued to whisper into your ear causing a shiver to go down your spine- Not because of the strange lack of personal space or the questionable choice of words- But because he knew that you weren't exactly friends with your roommates.

He somehow knew you weren't Dominick's best friend anymore, the thought caused you to get somewhat worried of your current circumstances- But not enough for you to actually get scared of him. You noticed that this whole situation felt a little too wild to be real, and to be fair- The real Dominick would never say something like that, even as a prank.

So maybe you were indeed having a crazy dream, maybe you got so overwhelmed by how awful today has been that your subconscious started to get some your worries and turned them into this crazy scenario you're having. That would be a good explanation for the buttons for eyes, or the slightly different outfit style between Dominicks.

This is what you get for sleeping without eating anything before bed, [Y/N]! You get weird dreams like this one- Being taken care of by a somewhat creepy version of your old best pal…

"- How- How did you know it?" You still decided to question the logic of this dream, feeling a bit skeptical that this situation might be… Real, somehow. This food does feel like something out of this world though-

[I'll leave the food to be ambiguous to whatever you may prefer it to be, how about the dish you love the most? Sorry for the cut in the narrative]

"- A little companion told me, although I don't know much of the details about it- Would you mind telling me? If you wish to share it, that is." And as if he was on cue, the same rat that was eating the cheese in front of your room has appeared squeaking for Dominick to grab him.

Dominick has grabbed his little furry friend and he took a seat next to you. You were surprised to see him playing with the rat, was Dom ever really interested in rodents?

You don't recall, but then again, it's just a dream, right? You sure think the little fella is cute despite being a bit big for a pet rat- Not that you're an expert or anything-

You considered his offer a bit before deciding to open up. Maybe if you said why you feel upset to your subconscious, it could help your consciousness to feel more- Prepared, to deal with such situations.

Even if he is probably not real, and even if you can't look straight into his eyes, you felt pretty safe being able to tell him how you felt left out. He told you a couple of times how things would be different now that you were here, since there was no way any of them would let you feel unwanted. He could be just a fantasized Dominick you created to appeal to your own little issues, but- You- You really did miss being able to talk with your best friend.

You didn't expect him to change the subject, but- He did. He started asking you about memories you two shared when you were younger, little things that made your heart melt while remembering them.

You ended up opening your mouth, and never shutting it off after that- Telling him about most of the important events that happened throughout your life, and telling him stories of the various places your parents used to force you to go despite you hating travelling so much- You wished you could have stayed and grow up in your hometown, maybe things would be a lot different.

He never told you about how his personal life has been, he only listened to yours which- Even if this may sound selfish- You did enjoy the fact you had someone openly listening to you ramble so much and for so long, although you would have preferred if this was a two-way conversation.

Still, you're having such a great time with Dominick- Or, well, Other Dominick. Dream or not, he was being so attentive.

The only thing that had put you a bit off was his eyes and his… Constant tapping with his nails. You didn't notice if Dominick liked to paint his nails, but Other Dominick wore them in black matte nail polish- And they were kinda long, and he had grown a habit of tapping them in surfaces like the table as his other hand would be busy holding the sleeping rat.

Such a strange interpretation of your Dominick- Yet, you really didn't mind this sweet talker-

Not- That you liked him that way- I mean- Yeah, he looks and sounds like Dominick, and Dom is already an attractive bastard-

Even though, a daring thought just crossed your mind- May you dare to think that this Dominick is…. A bit more attractive???

Jesus Christ, [Y/N]! What are you thinking?! He is your friend- Or your other friend?! This sure is the most confusing dream you had in a long time. Although it's funny to think about how tired you feel even in your dreams.

"- You're tired? It is pretty late already- I'm surprised none of them has shown up yet, maybe they stayed over." Other Dominick looked behind him as if to make sure no one was in the house, you wonder if he is talking about Vivian and Richard or, ya know, Other Vivian and Other Richard.

"- Are you okay? You look awfully red." He commented while placing his hand in your forehead. Cold. His hand was pretty cold and rough, yet you didn't mind it at all.

You… Were still having those disgusting thoughts about him, but you played it off as if you were just a bit sick-

"- Awn, you poor little thing- Here I'll help you get up stairs." He stood up and started helping you get up, taking you by surprise- This wasn't necessary at all but… You kinda didn't want to walk all the way upstairs, you felt like turning into mush when he almost pulled you bridal style.

"- N-No! No, it's okay Dom-" But because you wanted to be polite, you decided to stop him while also thanking him for the gesture. He petted your head and took your hand so you could follow him upstairs, while the other continued to hold the sleeping rat- You assumed he would bring him to his room, maybe he has a rat cage?

While he was holding your hand, making sure you wouldn't trip and fall because of how tired you were. You felt kinda like a kid being led by the hand of a parent, kinda pathetic how much you depend on his assistance, and to an extent- His company.

Were you this starved for a conversation and for some attention? Maybe, maybe you were. And well- It seemed like Other Dominick was willing to give just that.

Ugh, you really are tired- You're having stupid thoughts, and maybe even seeing things? Who knows, and who cares?

You don't think you do anymore, at least, not right now.

And you two reached the door of your bedroom, Dominick was heading to his own room when you called him.

" What am I doing? What am I thinking?" You questioned yourself, as you started to walk towards him, something in you was still unsatisfied by how uncanny this whole situation was-

How unrealistic, yet oddly real this whole thing felt. You needed to make sure that- Somehow this wasn't really a figment of your imagination, but what would you really gain with that?

Knowledge? Knowledge can be scary sometimes. What would you do with that knowledge? Would it be worth anything to you? Or would it make you feel even more scared of this strange situation? Of this stranger in front of you??

"- Hey!- Are you alright?" He was taken back by your sudden reaction- You had thrown yourself on him- Embracing him while also recognising that you should be careful to not disturb the rat in his hold.

"- …… Thank you for talking with me, and for- Cooking for me…." You were holding back your voice from cracking and showing how much you wanted to let your tears flood through your eyes- you had a bad day, yet he somehow made you feel better about it. It only felt right to thank him for helping you feel better, even if you still felt pathetic while doing it.

It's probably just your own subconscious that you're talking with, yet still- It did make you feel a bit better.

"- … You're welcome." It took him a moment to realize how truly naive you were- If not completely vulnerable by the lack of strong connections with those you think you care so much for. You don't need to thank him, really.

Still, it's a rather touching gesture. He'll remember that. He hugged you back with one arm, gently patting your back.

You eventually broke the hug, it was time for you to wake up already.

"- Goodnight, Other Dominick." You said playfully as you opened your door and started getting inside, you still weren't sure if you had to call him that. It felt really odd, yet very appropriate.

He gave you one last smile and goodbye before heading to his room. You sometimes swear you could have catched a different shine pass through his buttons, something like a hint of a hidden emotion coming out of the shiny black void that his button eyes were- Still, you didn't know what it is, so you just ignored it

"- Goodnight, [Y/N]."

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Since I've got Outlast on the mind, I was thinking about the first game compared to the second and things I like about both. Like I prefer the first game overall I think, but there's still things I like about the second! So here's me rambling about that because, uh, well I don't know really:

Some Things I Like About Outlast (og & whistleblower):

The setting!! That asylum has vibes man and I still love exploring it (though the outside parts can be pretty dark at times lol)

Also a similar note, the graphics are still pretty great, even if they obviously aren't brand new anymore.

The characters! Lots of memorable characters in both things, the antagonists stuck in my mind and even the protags were surprisingly fleshed out through the notes and stuff.

Ouugh there are some characters I HATE (affectionate). If that makes any sense.

The music SLAPS, enough said.

I actually think the story is really interesting too. My friends have joked about it being really bizarre with the whole nanomachines thing, but honestly I love how strange and depressing it all is.

Like damn when you realize this shit's all about a shitty corporation doing morally bankrupt things to people just because they can get away with it and how their mental health is exploited and prodded and twisted into them doing horrible things (I mean yeah some of them were probably not great before, but chances are most of them weren't murderers or anything and many would've been way better off with actual therapy)

I could probably ramble even more about it but I won't because I do wanna get back to playing my game lol

Some Things I Like About Outlast 2:

The changes to the camera are pretty neat, I love how you get to record certain sections and can watch them back later, also taking photos of the writing you find is a cool touch and I generally like how all that stuff was interfaced into the game (including the batteries and stuff)

Also the microphone is a cool addition even if I don't use it much

Although I didn't find the characters as memorable per se, I still think there's cool stuff here! Like man hearing Blake's descent through the recordings and stuff is very interesting

Once again, pretty graphics and setting! I think I prefer Mount Massive, but Temple Gate is still really cool and I LOVE the contrast/parallels between the cult in the wilderness and the (almost) empty Catholic school in winter.

Also blood rain scene my beloved

Music also slaps, though i once again found the og stuff a lil more memorable (but there's still great stuff in this one!!)

Like MAN. some of the chase themes. The school ambience. *chef's kiss*

The story is interesting and it's cool slowly realizing how this place connects back to Murkoff as you're finding more notes and stuff, though I don't find it AS interesting as the og game (I guess it feels more like stuff I've seen elsewhere comparatively?)

The two different areas (one being a manifestation of Blake's own mind) feels sorta reminiscent of Silent Hill in a good way and I think that's neat.

I kinda want to steal Blake's name ngl

It's cool being able to see female characters in this game! (though I kinda wish Lynn got to play a more active role in the story somehow cuz she ends up feeling more like an objective to reach than a character of her own right at times? :/ but from what we do see of her I like her character)

Uhhhh I think that's all I wanted to say? I may have forgotten stuff but eh I doubt many people will see this anyway.

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◈ The 3 am Ghost ◈

◦◦ ghosts are usually during october, so why was one eating ice cream … during december?

◸ Ficscafe Dialogue Prompt Event ◿

◤ “Stop screaming, it’s just me.” - 2

◤ “Did you… did you finish that whole tub of ice cream by yourself?” - 3

genre: sfw - humour [910 wc]

pairing: minho x jisung

warnings: none

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At 3am on a random Tuesday night, the residence building was as silent as the hills during winter’s snow and dark almost like the colour black. Stars could be seen twinkling the night sky and street lamps lit up the cleared pedestrian walkway. Residents made sure to lock up their houses before they tucked in for bed and this unit was no different - safe and secured.

Everyone else was fast asleep in their respective rooms. Some shared a room, sprawled on their beds in ... peculiar positions that had even gymnasts question “how on earth does one manage to do so” and some others had a smaller, solitary bedroom all to themselves. It really came down to who was willing to spend the nights alone, not knowing what lurks in the darkness. Or maybe that was just their landlord playing tricks on them, oh the silly old man!

The sound of a door opening from one of the rooms, plus the footsteps that creaked the wooden floors underneath their feet broke the absorbed silence. Into the smaller living room that connected the first 2 bedrooms, entered Minho - whose eyes were only a quarter opened with his hands ruffling his already poofy hair and a natural pout accompanying his face. Too un-bothered to walk properly, the sleepy boy only managed to drag his feet across to the kitchen, ignoring the need to turn on the kitchen lights as he opened the fridge.

Minho stood in front of the fridge, not moving at all, for a solid 1 minute before he regained his consciousness. ‘Why did I open the fridge? I wanted hot water,” he finally realized what felt off with his actions. With a sigh, he shut the singular door and turned around to meet the water machine. He stood there in the kitchen like a sim, just minding his own business, mug in both hands - drinking hot water in hopes to fall into deep sleep again. All was well and he was ready to grace his bed once again - that was until his ears picked up scuffling sounds.

It seemed like it came from the hallway. He thought to himself that there was no way any of the members could possibly be up at this hour, on a cold night at that; not even his Chan hyung. He wasn’t really scared and Felix made sure the house was ghost-proof. Poor boy will be damned if it was any supernatural but the tooth fairy that hung around their home.

Still with the mug of hot water in his hand, he followed the sound, that seemed more chaotic by the minute. He followed suit of the noise, making sure he was on his best cat-like mode so that he didn't scare away whatever that was in their house at 3am. When Minho got to the corner of the hallway in the left wing, he saw something white, still in front of Seungmin’s room and he immediately broke into a silent chuckle. He understood the situation now and what do cats like to do? Counter the attacker!

On his tippy toes, he inched closer … and closer and even more closer to white blanket, suppressing his giggles before regaining composure,

“your room is on the other wing, Jisung” and poked at the side!

Instantly, his eardrums suffered the consequences and the ‘ghost’ crumbled onto the floor. Minho couldn’t help but laugh at the ‘ghost’,

“stop your screaming idiot, it’s just me”.

Minho bent down on eye level as his free hand tugged the white blanket off of the midnight culprit only to see Jisung’s face buried in his hands, chanting “please don’t eat me” like a mantra of some sorts. Minho gave the younger boy some time to recover from the shock.

“Aaahh HYUNG!! What gives?! Why would you do that to me?!” Jisung exclaimed.

“I saved your ass bro. Seungmin would have your head if he woke up with you on his bed” the older simply stated, which was true. Seungmin didn’t like to share his bed. Dealing with intruders was simply ... a trip with his eyes closed, probably still half awake. Only Seungmin.

“What are you talking about? I’m at my own r - … oh”

“and oh, you’d be correct ya dimwit”.

So the younger one stood there in silence as his hyung stared blankly at him, processing what had just happened - his heart nearly ran away from him, that’s what almost happened!

“No one shall speak of this”

“Did you … did you just finish that whole tub of ice - cream by yourself?”

“I was hungry”

“it’s winter”

“Well I bought it!”

“With Chan hyung’s money”.

Jisung looked at his Minho hyung in disbelief, perplexed that they were even having a banter at 3am in front of someone’s bedroom door.

“Are we really doing this right now? at 3am? really?”

“I’m just amused, is all. How many years have we lived here and you still have a terrible sense of direction that you don’t even know the way to your own room” Minho countered. Smug face yet not surprised.

“I couldn’t see, ok? This darn blanket was covering my vision!” the younger one tried to reason,

“and having your head is simply another excuse” Minho said nonchalantly, eyes on the mug in his hand. Jisung dismissed the entire situation and back to their respective rooms they went.

“Oh and Jisung -” called out Minho, head peeking from his door to look at Jisung in the eyes,

“I’m telling Chan hyung!” and he slammed the door shut.

“AH HYUNG!!”

Happy Birthday Twin Suni!! I hope you spent the day well and thank you for existing, even if it's as my online friend! Lovess to you twin ~

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blorbo (favorite character, character I think about the most)

Tetsu Ushio duh.

But also Yusei! I get so attached to protagonists of almost everything I watch, but I love the guy, he's just some guy who build motorcycle and lives in slums but got wrapped up in supernatural shit, he doesn't give a fuck to give you answer unless he wants and takes time to open up to people but he loves his friends very dearly. Just Yusei Fudo man.

Carly too! She's this reporter with love for divination as someone with hobby for divination how can I not love her? She's hilarious and bubbly but also kind of inconsiderate of others at first.

scrunkly (my “baby”, character that gives me cuteness aggression, character that is So Shaped)

Rally, Rua and Ruka!! They¨re the "babies" of the group but I also love how they look grown up (speaking of which where was my grown up!Rally animation team??)

I love how real Rua & Ruka's bond is shown, they feel like actual twins (outside some missteps), they both feel distinguished from each other by their wants, needs, motivations & I just love that. Love how Rua's brat at first but grows out of it (still having some arrogance into adulthood) and Ruka's the more ""mature"" one. Loved how Ruka seemed to have this supernatural connection with monsters from cards, it was shame it wasn't explored more!

Rally just, she deserved far more screen time than what she had (I know in canon Rally's boy, but they're trans girl to me don't @ me), her first appearance showed her as bit cunning as she stole a part for Yusei's bike & it's clear they have strong sibling bond!

scrimblo bimblo (underrated/underappreciated fave)

Mikage Sagiri!!

She deserved so much better! Reduced to comedic fangirl from competent and level-headed individual? Yikes. I did love how she was promoted from secretary to chief of special investigations but the anime just didn't want her to be even better. They could've made her duel too, or make her useful more or more around but nope.

All she got was her identity almost completely wrapped around some jerkass celebrity.

She's queen and deserved everything. No wonder I've fallen out of Yugioh too since it treats it's women like shit.

glup shitto (obscure fave, character that can appear in the background for 0.2 seconds and I won’t shut up about it for a week)

Stephanie!! She's just cute waitress in some cafe in universe and makes like grand total of 4 appearances lasting less than 20 seconds in 154 episodes but I love her! She's my friend in my AU canon!! She loves gossip because I say so, she gives that energy who would love to hear the newest tea.

poor little meow meow (“problematic”/unpopular/controversial/otherwise pathetic fave)

I guess Ushio, Mikage & Kazama since they're thinly veiled cops??

Also Early canon!Ushio is just pathetic. Just screaming insults at 18 yo for losing to him in card game, gets owned 2 more times by the same 18 yo, no one liked him, gets yelled at by his superiors, sucks at stealth, has some superiority complex, the list goes on. Just pre-episode 45 Ushio is pathetic, scumbag mess.

I still love him but my god the whiplash canon vs my own canon has..

horse plinko (character I would torment for fun, for whatever reason)

I can't think of anyone. I used to torment Ushio, like having multiply AUs where he went to Silent Hill, musing and twisting his canonical crush marrying someone else to make him suffer.. Those days are gone tbh I don't want harm come to him now.

The most I torment him with are these scenarios where I get hurt and he gets Mad.

eeby deeby (character I would send to superhell)

Divine. He's some psychic duelist (meaning they can make pain real in card game duel smh) that experiments on children and has killed some, manipulated Aki into hurting countless people and just gloats evilly whenever he can. Getting eaten by supernatural frog clearly wasn't enough.

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Beauty Queen - Chapter 1

B E A U T Y  Q U E E N

Synopsis: You are the Ice Princess of Narnia during the Long Winter. Your sister Jadis, the White Witch, hates that you’re always helping Narnians escape prision. She decides to hunt you down and you have to run away from the palace. What happens when you find the four humans lost in Narnia?

- Edmund Pevensie x reader

Masterlist

<Prologue | Chapter 2>

(Some words about the translation in the prologue. I might make a tag list, but I’m not sure if it’ll work because I never made one. If you want to be part of it, just let me know.)

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C H A P T E R   O N E

Word Count: 1.724 words

Edmund started to walk through the corridors and was startled to see Lucy awake, going through the corridors with a candle. He thought of playing a trick on her, then walked silently after her.

They walked to the empty room where the wardrobe was.

Edmund saw Lucy disappearing there and quickly looked back, looking for an answer on what to do. He decided to follow her.

“Lucy... Are you afraid of the dark?” He asked cynically.

There was no answer.

He started to go deeper into the wardrobe and saw branches there. When he turned to look at the coats, he tripped over something and fell on his back in the snow.

Snow?!

He looked around, realizing that he was really in a snowy forest, and got up again.

“Lucy.” He called, looking around and looking for signs of his sister. “Where are you? Lucy.” He continued calling. “I believe you now.” He said, walking forward.

Suddenly he saw himself in front of an old lamp, which had its candle lit even in all that cold. He prowled around him, enjoying that rarity among the trees.

He continued walking, looking for his sister; slippers clinging to the fluffy snow.

“Lucy?” He shouted, hoping his sister was close enough to hear him.

Edmund heard a noise behind him. He turned and saw a girl running through the trees. Black curls framing her round face, swinging gently just below the shoulders. Piercing blue eyes and long lashes. Pink lips contrasting with the white skin that looked like porcelain with small freckles across the nose and the cheeks. A long and simple dress, white like the snow she stepped on. A sword with a sapphire hilt attached to her back. She was constantly looking around her shoulder, careful, but not afraid. However, she didn’t notice Edmund standing there and ran into him. Edmund held her by the waist before they both hit the floor.

“Hey, you 're good?” he and asked, worried.

“I am.” the girl said, moving away from him and looking back.

“What is it?” He asked, looking where the girl had come to know why she looked so stunned. “Why are you running?”

“Because she wants...” the girl didn’t finish speaking, because soon the noise of a carriage was followed. “Ah, by Aslam's mane, she can't find me!” she said, desperately, and tried to free herself from Edmund's hand, which was holding her by the wrist.

And the carriage was already approaching and Edmund realized that the girl couldn’t go very far.

“Hide here, I'll distract them!” he said quickly, and pushed her to some bushes high enough that she would crouch and not be seen.

Edmund saw white horses pulling a white carriage. He strayed from the path, but the horses ended up knocking him over. The carriage stopped a little ahead and a small creature emerged from there. A dwarf. Edmund tried to run, but he threw a kind of whip, which wrapped around his ankle and made him fall again. He jumped on Edmund’s back and put a knife to his neck.

“Leave me alone!” shouted Edmund, closing his eyes and turning his face.

“What is it now?” asked the woman in the carriage.

“Tell him to drop me! I didn't do anything wrong!” said Edmund, desperate.

“How dare you address the Queen of Narnia?!” asked the dwarf with a shrill voice.

“I didn't know!” replied Edmund.

“You will learn to recognize from now on!” cried the dwarf, lifting the knife, ready to cut the throat of Edmund.

“Wait!” shouted the woman, preventing him.

They looked towards the carriage. The woman came down. He had curly blond hair, tied at the back of her head. She was pale and wore a light blue dress, with a heavy white coat. She had a big crystal staff on hand.

The dwarf gave Edmund room to sit.

“What is your name... Son of Adam?” asked the woman.

“Edmund.” He replied, getting up.

“And how, Edmund, managed to enter my domains?”

“I... I don't know well.” He replied, looking quickly at the dwarf beside him. “I... I was following my sister.”

“Your sister?” asked the woman. “How many of you?”

“Four.” he replied. “Lucy is the only one who has been here.”

“Interesting...” said the woman. “And what did your sister find here?”

“She said she met a faun named” he looked down, trying to remember his name. “Tumnus. Peter and Susan didn’t believe her and neither did I.”

“Edmund, you look cold. Sit with me.”

The woman sat in the carriage and he sat beside her. She wrapped him with her in the big white fur coat.

“Now...” said the woman. “How about a hot drink?”

“Yes, please... Majesty.”

She took a small flask and poured a drop of liquid into the snow, from which a silver bowl grew, with a steaming liquid inside. The dwarf bent down, taking the cup and handed it to the woman, who passed it on to Edmund.

“How did you do that?” asked Edmund.

“I can do anything I want.”

“Can I get taller?” asked Edmund hopeful.

“Anything you want to eat.” she corrected, giggling.

“Turkish delight?”

She spilled a drop on the snow again. Soon, a basket of Turkish delight was on the floor. The dwarf took it and handed it to Edmund, who quickly opened the lid and started or ate, remembering the hunger he felt. The dwarf took the cup and threw it at the tree behind him. As soon as it touched the wood, the bowl turned to snow again.

“Edmund?” he called the woman. “I would love to meet the rest of your family.”

“Why?” He asked, not wanting to admit his envy. “They have nothing special.”

“Oh, I know they’re not as pleasant as you.” she said, taking the dwarf's cap and cleaning Edmund's mouth, which got dirty with the Turkish Delight he was eating. “But you know, Edmund, I don't have children on my own. And you're the kind of boy I might see one day becoming Prince of Narnia. Maybe even a king.”

“Really?”

“You would have to bring your family.”

“So... Peter would also be king?”

“No! No, no. But a king needs servants...”

Edmund thought for a second.

“Well... I think I can bring them.”

The woman took the basket of Turkish delight from Edmund's hands and handed it to the dwarf. She turned to Edmund and pointed somewhere in front of him.

“Beyond the woods, those two hills? My house is right between them. You would love it, Edmund. It has many rooms crammed with Turkish Delight.”

Edmund stood up.

“Can't I eat some more?”

“No! I will not want you to spoil your appetite. Besides, we'll see you soon, won't we?”

“I hope so...” said Edmund, getting out of the carriage. “Majesty.”

“Until then, dear. I will miss you.”

And then the dwarf advances with the carriage away, leaving Edmund there. And then the girl came out of the bushes, stepping heavily and with an irritated expression .

“Why did you do that?!” she asked, stopping several steps away from him and crossing her arms.

“What?” he asked, confused.

“Look, are you really a Son of Adam?”

Edmund was even more confused. “What is a Son of Adam?”

“Are you human?” she simplified.

“As far as I know, I am.”

“So I have to get you out of here, Edmund.” she said, pulling him by the hand, and ran with him through the trees in the lamps direction.

“Hey, what are you doing?!” he asked, trying to follow her rapid pace. “And I don't even know your name!”

“I'm taking you to where you came from, it's dangerous for any human here.” she hesitates before saying her name. “And my name is Y/N.”

Nice name, he thought. But then he noticed something she said. It was a danger to humans there, and she said the word as if she wasn’t one either. What would she be?

Then they heard a noise and Y/N quickly put her hand on the sword, but Edmund stopped her. He had heard his name being called.

“It's just my sister.”

“Then here’s where we split paths. Farewell, Son of Adam.” Y/N said, seconds before Lucy appeared, she hid through trees, but Edmund realized she still hadn’t left.

And she and the blond queen spoke so alike that he was surprised. Did they have any kind of connection?

“Edmund?” he heard someone calling him.

He saw his younger sister coming out of the trees.

“Ah, Edmund! You came in here too!” she came running and hugged him. “Isn’t it awesome?”

Edmund pushed her away.

“Where have you been?”

“With Mr. Tumnus. He's fine. The White Witch still doesn't know that he knows me.”

“The White Witch?” asked Edmund suspiciously.

“She says she is Queen of Narnia, but she is not. Are you okay? You seem horrible.”

“Now, what did you want? Come on, it's freezing. How do we get out of here?”

“Let's go.” She said, holding his hand and pulling him through the trees. “This way.”

Y/N watched closely as they passed through the trees and saw Edmund looking slightly at her before entering a strange and unusual foliage.

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My Top 10 Favourite Horrors

Within this top 10 list, some will include the prequels, sequels and any other follow ups as 1 ranking number. Some may be considered thriller, sci-fi, suspence etc, however, I do regard these as horrors myself.

I have take many aspects into account, such as videography, actor quality, SFX makeup quality, soundtrack, directors, CGI etc.

Note : this is my personal opinion. You do not have to agree with it, though if you haven't seen these, I highly reccomend them.

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1. The Conjuring

(1 & 2)

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The Conjuring 1 :

The Perron family moves into a farmhouse where they experience paranormal phenomena. They consult demonologists, Ed and Lorraine Warren, to help them get rid of the evil entity haunting them.

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The Conjuring 2 :

Peggy, a single mother of four children, seeks the help of occult investigators Ed and Lorraine Warren when she and her children witness strange, paranormal events in their house

The Conjuring 2 Trailer :

My Opinion :

The Conjuring was the start of an incredible series of horrors that beat any other horror to the ground. It is absolutely fantastic and I basically worship these films. James Wan is my favourite director and he never ceases to amaze me.

Paranormal horror is my favourite and as someone who actually believes in the paranormal and who has had paranormal experiences, I can confirm that The Conjuring is much more realistic than any other paranormal films, which just makes it extra spooky.

The actors, camera angles, music, sfx makeup and storyline is just - chefs kiss -. I've been waiting for the 3rd one for so long, but they keep extending the release date. (R. I. P)

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2. Annabelle

(all of them)

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Annabelle :

John and Mia Form are attacked by a Satan worshipping couple, who uses their doll as a conduit to make their life miserable. This unleashes a string of paranormal events in the Forms' residence.

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Annabelle Creation :

Samuel and Elle embed their daughter's spirit into a doll, only to realise it is a demon. Years later, they open their home to a nun and six orphan girls, one of whom finds the doll.

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Annabelle Comes Home :

Judy and her babysitter are left alone in her house after her parents leave to investigate a case. However, an unexpected guest sets Annabelle free, unleashing demonic activity in the house.

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My Opinion :

Another great film series that was birthed form The Conjuring. Definitely less realistic, with many more jumpscares and spooky characters, which is appreciated in the horror world. Many people find dolls far more creepy than ghosts, myself included, so that's another perfect aspect that adds to the suspense.

I prefer Annabelle 3 over the others, mainly because I found that one to be more scary overall, even though Daniela is an idiot and she makes me so frustrated 😂

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3. Saw

(all of them)

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For the totally unindoctrinated, the Saw movie franchise revolves around the Jigsaw Killer (a.k.a. John Kramer), who tortures victims he believes are complacent or guilty, in order to make them appreciate their time on Earth.

All Saw Trailers :

Obviously I'm not going to list every Saw movie, because there are 7 (Jigsaw aka number 8, does NOT count. It is a disgrace).

My Opinion :

A classic for horror and gore lovers of all kinds. Of course I need to list this as number 3. I simply adore these movies. I even have the DVD set, so I am definitely a long term fan haha.

The obstacles and creativity regarding Saw as a whole needed a lot of thought put into it, plus it has a happy little side note of "make sure you don't cause harm to others in life and don't take anything for granted" which some may have not even noticed while being overwhelmed by the amount of fake blood.

Yes, a lot of characters are annoying, but that just makes us enjoy seeing them tortured even more (shh it's not real). Some of the blood doesn't look very realistic, the sfx can lack attention, BUT... It's still great and I can overlook these few flaws to appreciate the movies to the max.

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4. Blair Witch

(2016)

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A young man and his friends venture into the Black Hills Forest in Maryland to uncover the mystery surrounding his missing sister. Many believe her disappearance 17 years earlier is connected to the legend of the Blair Witch.

At first the group is hopeful, especially when two locals act as guides through the dark and winding woods. As the night wears on, a visit from a menacing presence soon makes them realize that the legend is all too real, and more sinister than they could have ever imagined.

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My Opinion :

I love the camerawork. Not because it's perfect, because it's the opposite. It's a documentary style and this makes it feel more realistic, as if you are within the film yourself. I enjoy how they skip to the action at just the right time after a mild buildup.

The visuals are great as well and there were definitely some parts where I was disgusted and claustrophobic, which is good to experience while enjoying these types of films.

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5. Under The Skin

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Disguising itself as a human female, an extraterrestrial drives around Scotland attempting to lure unsuspecting men into her van. Once there, she seduces and sends them into another dimension where they are nothing more than meat.

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My Opinion :

I would classify this as horror, but many won't. Either way, this is an amazingly artistic film with beautiful imagery and silent awe. It definitely makes you feel the suspense in a calming manner and it has some really dark moments. Without reading the description, one might be confused as to what is going on, but how art is supposed to be interpretated is by the imagination of individuals.

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6. Veronica

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During a solar eclipse, young Verónica and her friends want to summon the spirit of Verónica's father using an Ouija board. However, during the session she loses consciousness and soon it becomes clear that evil demons have arrived.

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My Opinion :

A Spanish masterpiece, to put it simply. It's hard to find proper horrors like this in English. I really enjoyed this one and I watched it subbed not dubbed, because I feel like voiceovers tend to ruin the art of the original film. The buildup is perfect and unlike many horrors, it barely shows you the face of the "monster". That leaves it to the imagination, which in general makes it far more scary.

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7. Underwater

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Disaster strikes more than six miles below the ocean surface when water crashes through the walls of a drilling station. Led by their captain, the survivors realize that their only hope is to walk across the sea floor to reach the main part of the facility. But they soon find themselves in a fight for their lives when they come under attack from mysterious and deadly creatures that no one has ever seen.

Underwater Trailer :

My Opinion :

This movie was released quite recently and I didn't know what to expect. I was definitely blown away by how good it was. Being trapped underwater gives most people a sense of anxiety. Add being trapped underwater and being hunted by creepy sea monsters and you've got yourself a good horror. Kristen Stewarts general anxious personality definitely suits this film well.

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8. Split

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Kevin, who is suffering from dissociative identity disorder and has 23 alter egos, kidnaps three teenagers. They must figure out his friendly personas before he unleashes his 24th personality.

Split Trailer :

https://youtu.be/84TouqfIsiI

My Opinion :

An incredible film with phenomenal acting on the part of James McAvoy. You can get lost within his character and almost feel as if you are the character itself. Suspense is built up slowly and the climax of the film is released rapidly. People I know who do not enjoy horror, love this film themselves, which is saying something. It's definitely one of the best modern films that draws you in from the start. 

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9. A Quiet Place

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A family struggles for survival in a world where most humans have been killed by blind but noise-sensitive creatures. They are forced to communicate in sign language to keep the creatures at bay.

A Quiet Place Trailer :

https://youtu.be/WR7cc5t7tv8

My Opinion :

As you can tell by now, I love anything alien related. This film has some of the most amazing looking aliens I've seen, I was honestly in awe by how great they looked. Another silent film, but in a different sense to the previous one. Instead of being the hunter, this family is being hunted and this adds more to the fear factor.

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10. Unfriended - Dark Web

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When a teen finds a laptop with a cache of hidden files, he and his friend discover that the previous owner has access to the dark web and is watching over them.

Unfriended - Dark Web Trailer :

https://youtu.be/XenTM_C9fxM

My Opinion :

A modern take on horror. Involving the actual dangers of the dark web and the use of technology and turning it into a horror was a magnificent idea. It definitely had me at the edge of my seat.

Due to another film type that is not often explored (thus being that most of the movie is equal to what it would be like to look at your computer and video chat), it makes it different and therefore more compelling than the usual videography styles.

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Thank you for reading, if you've made it this far! Feel free to share your top 10 in the comment section, I am definitely interested in your opinions and finding new movies to watch myself. Any questions are also welcome.

Until next time, take care and stay spooky!

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[the-blind-geisha]

What horror games have you actually played or wanted to play? Hope you're feeling better! 🩹✨

I am feeling much better, thank you, anon. ♥ I still took time off from work today just in case. ^^” I don't want to try and lift a book only to throw it on the ground from the pain that rockets through me. xD;

So back in my MM.org days, I met a guy from the Philippines who I became really close with, and he introduced me to the wonders of the Resident Evil franchises. He insisted I give it a try if I don't mind horror, and so I did. I cannot say I beat a single one... LOL

I was so terrified of zombies and anything in those games, I'd waste all my ammo just to make every single one of the zombies in any room die. I even hated hearing their moans that I'd mute the game and then blast my favorite song—not realizing that made the zombies getting the jump on me fifty times worse. XD;; RE0 and RE1 Remake were so realistic in my eyes back then that I got too into the game and would even drop my controller and seize up whenever a zombie got me—making me believe it was happening to me irl. Good job, kid me. Lol

I do own RE1 Remake and RE4, but I didn't beat them. RE1 I wasted all my ammo getting to Tyrant that it was pointless to even take him on, and I was so horrified of the game, I didn't want to go back and try again. I am sure I could do it now though. RE4, I uh... accidentally played it on hard mode... lol I didn't realize that you could boost your health bars by combining a yellow herb with other herbs, so I went all the way towards the end of the game with the beginning health, wondering why it was getting so difficult. XD;; I ended up not being able to get further at the section where Ashley takes the wheel of some bulldozer type thing (if I'm remembering this right), but it was mainly because my aim sucked at having to get to the button to open a door and make sure her stupid ass didn't get taken. It wasn't because of health problems, believe it or not... LOL So, there ya go, RE4 folks. New challenge for you if nobody has done it yet. Be an idiot like me and don't increase your health. See how far you last.

But the other RE games I did rent. RE0, RE2, RE3, RE: Code Veronica were the main ones I played. I was looking forward to RE5, but the moment I saw how more action based it was, I didn't get too excited for it. Sad though since it's apparently really good even if not scary.

The atmosphere that I did love about the old RE games was reading lore. The lore would sometimes unnerve me. I still, years later of not playing it, remember the inmates at the prison of Code Veronica flipping out about screams and stuff from behind the guillotine, and reading how people just 'disappeared' behind there always built up such a tightening in my gut that I didn't want to see what was there... especially when the game told me I had to go there. I'll never forget the 4 itchy tasty note in RE1 remake. lol

Silent Hill games I was enthralled by but knew I would be too scared to play and beat them. However, much to my surprise, I do have the original SH3 and I have beaten it. SH1-2, I've watched playthroughs of, and I wish I had played SH2 at least. SH2 is so good at its reveal. SH4, I did rent, but I was too scared to even find out what happened to Cynthia. x”D You will never know my utter upset at hearing P.T. was canceled...

Fatal Frame 2 I owned, but I never beat for a dumb reason—I couldn't find the damn door I was supposed to cleanse with the camera and ran around in these two connected houses looking for it for so many days I just gave up. What's frustrating is about not too long ago, I plugged the game back in and found it... easily... by checking my damn map. Press F for the times I thought I was intelligent... But by now, I just didn't have the care to continue playing. I did find that game to be utterly horrifying as The Ring and The Grudge were popular movies when I played these... And... a long, black haired lady slivers out of a well in that game. //shivers// I did play a bit of FF5, but I didn't finish it. Q_Q I watched full LPs of the others in the series, but I am sure the person who had those streamed and put up tore them down by now.

I was gifted Dead Space on my Steam, but I couldn't get into it when I tried years ago. I even tried Amnesia: A Machine for Pigs, but didn't care for it after a certain point. I do think the original was just and always will be the superior.

I have played and beaten The Last of Us. I love that game, but I never got compelled to play the sequel. I probably will eventually.

I also played and beat Bioshock 1—loved it—but wasn't compelled to play the others.

As far as my first ever 'horror' game, I did play Duke Nukem when I was a child, and while I can see that's not listed as horror, it was a bit scary yet interesting for me as a kid on those retro 90s PCs.

I have played (and own) both Parasite Eve 1-2 but not beat either. Again, I accidentally played PE1 on hard mode by not upgrading my shit... Whoops. So final boss was too much for me.

I did play a bit of an indie game on Steam called Anna, but I got stuck early on inside the house and couldn't go further. The atmosphere is pretty good though! I hear they're coming out with another game like it or it's a revamp of the original?? Either way, it looks amazing.. O-O

Because I can be such a pussy, I prefer to watch other people play horror games and laugh at their reactions. Granny does Sunday Scaries, so I always watch her stuff on Sundays or the Vlogs after. It's also a reason I love Halloween, because I feel it gives people an excuse to play horror games. ♥

However, if I had the group of friends, I would so play Phasmophobia! It looks so fun and funny. XD Other games I love and find interesting:

Song of Horror (really freakin' good though I hate you do have to keep one specific character alive if you play the actual mode it was intended for where each character will actually die and get removed from your roster if you fuck up with them).

Until Dawn

Dead by Daylight (again, would prefer to have a group of friends as the fanbase looks toxic lol).

Darkwood has been on my radar for some time now. Eventually... lol

World of Horror

Clock Tower games—I hear they're amazing.

But that's all about that I can think of. Sorry for yackin' so much!