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5.

A cottage in the woods is not a normal place for a little old lady to live. To be outside of the village means to be outside of the community.

Witches live in cottages in the woods.

Witches occupy an odd space in society – not quite in and not quite out at the same time. They are the one everyone turns to when the cattle are sick, the milk is sour, the crops are blighted or the people are afflicted.

Of course, regular, upstanding, God-fearing folk are very suspicious of things like that. It stands to reason, don’t it, if they can make sickness and blight go away, that they can cause it to arrive as well? Best for everyone if that sort of thing gets stamped out, good and proper.

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Little Red Riding Hood’s Grandmother lived in a cottage in the woods.

It so happened that one day Grandmother was sick. Mother packed a basket with cakes and wine, and sent Red out to deliver it.

She sensed Him before she saw Him – just a flicker of something shadowy moving between the trees.

She kept walking, every sense alert. There He was again, closer this time. Her pace quickened.

Again – looking at her, now, she could see the starlight glow of His eyes. Little Red Riding Hood dropped to one knee.

“My Lord,” she said. The Wolf padded over to her, silent as nightfall.

“Leave the path and follow me,” the Wolf commanded.

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A man from outside the village had been hired. He came with experience, and he came with an axe.

He’d also come with a dog, but it had stepped on a thorn on the way to the village and had gone terribly lame. Fortunately he’d met a woman on the road with a dog for sale; a fine hunting hound, she assured the woodsman, but since her husband had run off she had no use for it.

The woodsman was well pleased with his new purchase. It was a fine hound; as big as a wolf, powerful and fast as lightning, with fierce eyes. Smart too; did everything you told it right away. You could almost think it understood you.

He tackled the old crone first. The old ones were usually the most dangerous – they’d had decades to gather knowledge and power.

That made it all the more strange that she didn’t fight back. He’d made his move whilst she was drawing water from her well; she was struggling to haul up a full bucket of water, and vulnerable. His new dog had leapt to her throat and she’d seemed to accept it. Dead before she hit the ground.

He dragged her to the nearby stream and chopped her into pieces, throwing them into the water one by one. It was important to dispose of the body properly. There must be no risk of the perverse creatures returning and seeking out vengeance.

His new hound went and ate up her heart, the stupid creature. Snatched it up off the ground and near enough swallowed it whole whilst his back was turned. Still, it was only natural. It was just a dog, and this was just another hunting trip to it, he supposed. Probably it’s previous master has allowed it to eat scraps of offal after a successful hunt.

The woodsman took down the Mother next. One of the men from the village had told him where to find her, and he and his stealthy new hound had crept up on her picking apples from her garden.

Again, he dragged her to the nearby stream and chopped her into pieces, throwing them into the water one by one.

His new hound went and ate up the Mother’s heart too. Snatched it up off the ground and near enough swallowed it whole whilst his back was turned. Still, it was only natural. It was just a dog, and this was just another hunting trip.

He decided to see if the new hound could track the maid. A village woman identified a red cape with a hood that had been left in the cottage the maid and her Mother had lived in as belonging to the maid, and the woodsman held it out for the hound to sniff.

“Go find her,” he encouraged it. “Track down that evil thing.”

The dog needed no further prompting. It made a circle around the cottage, then set off into the woods with it’s head down. Delighted, the woodsman slung his axe over his shoulder and followed.

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Little Red was ready when the woodsman and the Wolf arrived.

She had followed the Wolf’s instructions exactly; a small fire was burning within a ring of small stones. A long, sharp knife tied to her belt. Needle and thread in her skirt pocket. A small straw doll, a lock of Little Red’s hair wound around it’s waist, sat hidden away in the hollow of a nearby tree.

The Wolf had come into the clearing first, still in the form of a hunting dog. He trotted over and pushed His muzzle into her hands. Comforting her. He knew she was afraid.

The woodsman’s voice was hard and cold.

“Get! Get her! Get her, you bloody useless article!”

He was striding towards them, face pinched in anger.

“Bewitch my dog would you, you bloody woman?” he snarled.

He raised his axe high over his head, and swing it down on Little Red.

In the hollow of a nearby tree, the doll of straw split into two. But not a thing happened to Little Red; the axe swung through her as though she were a mirage. The woodsman’s axe sunk into the ground with a thud, dragging him down with it.

The Wolf leapt.

Red saw His form change as He leapt, edges blurring as he became less something flesh and blood and more something shadow and spirit. By the time He was sinking His teeth into the woodsman’s thick neck, there was no mistaking Him for a hunting dog.

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Little Red had to do the next part alone.

The Wolf lay by the fire and sent Himself into a deep, heavy sleep. Little Red held her knife in the fire for a moment, and once it had cooled sufficiently she used it to slit open the belly of the Wolf.

Out of the Wolf’s belly fell Grandmother and Mother! They held one another and rejoiced to be here, reunited and alive.

Mother held the pin in the fire, and when it had cooled sufficiently she took the thread and sewed the Wolf’s belly back up. Grandma whispered into His ears, and He awoke.

“Thank You, my Lord,” the three witches said.

“It was no trouble,” the Wolf replied. “You are my children.”

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The sun dipped low on the horizon, painting the sky with a rich palette of amber, gold, and crimson hues. Its waning light stretched long shadows across the dense foliage surrrounding a quaint little village. 

Accompanying the gentle sway of the trees was the soft caress of the breeze, carrying with it the earthy aroma of pine needles mingled with the damp, fertile scent of soil. 

A young woman strode briskly along a meandering trail branching off from the village behind her, her midnight blue hair trailing like ribbons in the steady wind as she walked. 

The woman?

Hinata Hyūga, the girl in red. 

The young woman, sweet as can be, wore a vibrant red cloak that flowed behind her, a gift from her dear late mother. Underneath, a white blouse with ruffles peeked out, paired with a swaying red skirt. Black fishnet stockings hugged her legs as she walked with grace in her Mary Jane pumps. 

Very picturesque. 

Hinata's steps were determined, moving steadily onward and upward, unfaltering even in the face of the whispered fears that hung in the air. She's been walking for quite some time, long enough for a dull ache to settle in her ankles and a persistent soreness to nag at her lower back. 

Still, she pressed forward.

She must. 

She had only one thing on her mind, and nothing else, propelling her to keep moving forward…

Her dear father: Hiashi Hyūga. 

He's fallen ill. 

An unfortunate turn of events.

In the early stages, his illness seemed rather mild, to say the least. Just an occasional cough here and there, nothing too alarming for Hinata. She brushed it off as a common seasonal nuisance, just his sensitive sinuses acting up again. 

So, she would make it a routine to brew her father a steaming cup of chamomile tea three times a day, meticulously steeping it to perfection. By his bedside, she would softly hum melodies she learned from her mother as she helped him drink the tea, all in hopes of soothing his cough and ushering him into a peaceful slumber.

At first, the tea seemed to do the trick.

However, as time passed, the soothing properties of the tea sadly began to lose their effectiveness. Before long, his symptoms began to worsen, escalating into something far more serious.

Pneumonia. 

His ailment turned into pneumonia. 

Hinata found that out on her own, having managed to piece it together from her father's symptoms—persistent coughing, difficulty breathing, and a stubborn fever that just wouldn't go down, no matter what she did. 

She tried everything to bring his many fevers down—cool compresses, damp cloths on his forehead, and even making him sip on ice-cold water or mint tea from time to time—but nothing seemed to work.

Her father was an old man, brittle and fragile. There was only so much that he could endure. 

As the days went by, her father's appearance grew more haggard and feeble, like a shell of who he once was. It pained Hinata to see him fading away, inching farther from his usual vibrant self. 

He hardly spoke, hardly laughed, and hardly smiled…

Each day, each hour, each minute, he battled with all of his might against the cruel pneumonia. But it seemed like it was gaining the upper hand more and more each day.

Hinata truly feared that he just might…

She shook her head, suppressing tears. She shouldn't think that way. 

It was this sense of urgency that drove Hinata forward, motivating her to hasten her return home with the supplies she had collected for him.

In her delicate hands, Hinata carried a woven basket brimming with vibrant vegetables, fruits, and an assortment of herbs and medicines—collected from the settlement a few miles away.

Konoha Village.

Hinata's father, Hiashi, resided in a charming cottage on the outskirts of Konoha village, nestled by a tranquil lake. His cottage, though old and weathered, had a cozy charm that was rather inviting. 

The quaint home was surrounded by blooming gardens and a cobblestone pathway, providing a peaceful sanctuary for him to live in peace. 

But his cottage wasn't just any place; it was Hinata's home as well. 

There, the two lived, accompanied only by one another. 

After the mysterious death of Hinata's mother, her father made the decision to leave Konoha. The memories of her and the village itself became too painful, a constant reminder that Hiashi simply couldn't bear.

So, they moved. 

That was many years ago, back when Hinata was just a child. 

But since then, Hinata has taken on the responsibility of looking after her father, especially now, as he lies sick in bed. 

She's grown pretty good at it, which just goes to show how much she learned from her mother. Her mother made sure Hinata could handle looking after both herself and her father on her own, and it's definitely paying off now.

Those teachings were priceless, worth more than gold itself.

And though her dear mother had passed away, Hinata found comfort in knowing that she was still with her; guiding her hands, and blessing her with patience and strength. The wisdom and love she instilled in Hinata were like permanent marks on her soul, destined to remain for as long as she lived. 

And so, no matter the challenges she faced, no matter how heavy the burden of her father's illness, Hinata managed to maintain her positivity. 

Her inner light remained undimmed.

Her radiance was so powerful that it seemed to push back against the encroaching darkness, even now, as she walked the trail all by her lonesome.

But as she walked, the hushed voices of the Konoha townsfolk echoed in her ears, refusing to fade away.

She couldn't shake them off.

The midnight blue-haired woman noticed, as she inhabited their lands, that they constantly spoke of a beast lurking in the nearby forest.

Their fearful gossip painted a picture of a fearsome predator, a freak of nature that had made the once-tranquil forest a place of dread. 

And as soon as word spread that Hinata planned to return home through this forest, the villagers became… 

agitated.

They pleaded with her to wait until morning, to stay safe in the village for the night before venturing near those dangerous woods or traveling at all, for that matter. 

But, Hinata stood firm, adamant.

"I've been away long enough," She had told them, sweetly and earnestly. 

"I can't bear the thought of anything happening to my father while I'm away. He needs these herbs, and I won't let fear keep me from him."  She also told them.

"Thank you for all of your concerns, but I must go. Please, wish me luck!"

However, thinking back on her own words now, Hinata couldn't seem to forget the image of the wide-eyed stares brimming with intense fear and concern etched on the faces of the villagers as she finished speaking. It lingered with her even as she turned away from them and left their gracious company and then village behind.

Little did she know, a touch of naivety tinted her determination.  

The village of Konoha had long battled with the mysterious beast, for several generations, in fact. Its existence was deeply embedded in the memories of its residents, intertwining with the essence of the village itself. 

Its claws dug deep. 

Whenever someone mentions Konoha, the stories of the forest-dwelling beast immediately come to mind soon after. Some dismiss it as an urban legend, while others see it as a cautionary tale passed from adults to children, who eagerly swap it like campfire stories whenever they get the chance.

People simply referred to the creature as "the beast" or even "the big bad wolf," depending on who you asked.

Nobody knew the beast's real name, where it came from, or what it looked like—just where it lived and what it did at night, specifically on nights of a full moon. 

According to the local lore, it was said that on full moon nights, a chilling wolf-like howl could be heard echoing through the forest and into the village. Farmers reported instances of discovering their chickens mauled and their crops raided. Some villagers even claimed to have seen claw marks on their doors, and others reported the disappearances of loved ones, or so the tale goes.

But none of that mattered to Hinata. 

Sure, Hinata had caught wind of rumors about this beast when she was younger but her parents always shielded her from such tales. 

"It's all nonsense," Her mother would always brush off when a teary Hinata sought comfort in her after being scared by the other children's tales of the beast.

Children could be quite scary, Hinata recalls how they would often use the tale to frighten other kids for a good laugh, presumably targeting her as well. They'd swap and switch details so often that Hinata couldn't distinguish fact from fiction anymore. 

That's why she felt it best to heed her mother's advice and ignore the tale altogether.

Though, she still made sure to stay as far away from that forest as humanly possible.

As time passed and Hinata eventually moved away from Konoha, the legend faded from her thoughts, becoming a distant memory. So hearing it again after so many years, Hinata couldn't help but take it with a grain of salt. To her now, the legend seemed more like a tactic to keep youngsters in check—a cautionary tale spun to prevent them from wandering too far and stumbling into trouble.

It was absurd. 

Hinata has no time for legends and myths. Her father's illness is her reality now, not some spooky ole beast, and she must reach him as quickly as possible.

And so, venturing through the forest will fulfill her wish.

With one hand, Hinata clutched a lantern, its flickering flames casting dancing shadows along the trail, guiding the way with its light. In the other hand, she tightly gripped her basket, finding comfort in its presence—a constant reminder of the purpose driving her to continue her journey. 

With each squeeze of the basket's handle, her father's image appeared in her mind: sick, bedridden, and sound asleep for days on end, his hand limp in hers.

She whimpered. 

'I'm on my way, father. I'm on my way.' She thought to herself, finding another surge of motivation. She trotted onward, each step she took resonating with a thud on the stoned pathway.

The chilly night breeze constantly whispered through the rustling trees, sending shivers of its cool touch through any openings in her clothing, such as her arms and legs, causing goosebumps to rise on her porcelain skin.

Hinata shuddered, her red hood steadily flying in the wind. 

While she traveled, the fading sunlight caught the glimmer in her lavender eyes—eyes that reflected only innocence and purity, unaffected by the darkness surrounding the tales of the lurking beast or, perhaps more notably, the harsh realities of the unforgiving world she lived in. 

Her kindness and determination were guiding lights for her, yet they also rendered her vulnerable to the ominous unknown that awaited her. 

Eventually, the trail led her to the entrance of the forest, where the ancient trees stood like silent sentinels. Their gnarled branches seemed to reach out at her like spectral fingers, casting eerie shadows on the ground by her feet. 

Immediately, Hinata's steps came to a sudden halt as she locked eyes with the looming forest. Her lantern and basket swayed due to her abrupt stop, her gaze transfixed on the eerie expanse ahead. 

Shallow breaths escaped her lips in quick succession, and her hands began to tremble.

This is it. 

The forest the villagers warned her about.

The urban legend, the tale of the beast—she never paid it any mind before. She outgrew that silly old tale, and it never made her shed another tear again. She wasn't scared of it anymore.

So, why was she feeling scared now?

Hinata couldn't tell if it was her instincts kicking in or the return of her childhood fears, but her body's peculiar reaction was unmistakable. She was trembling, shaken by the sight of the spooky forest that all of Konoha spoke about with such fear, now standing before her very eyes.

Tangible and real. 

Shakily, through the strands of her midnight-blue hair, Hinata raised her head and surveyed the eerie forest. 

Instantly, she realized the gravity of her situation. 

There were no other trails to consider, no detours, no shortcuts, and no hidden pathways to divert her from the ominous woods. The trail she had followed led her directly to the heart of the very forest that was said to dwell a beast. 

The forest stretched wide before her, its dense canopy casting shadows over the trail, which seemed to vanish into the darkness ahead.

Her heart began to race. 

Once again, the villagers' warnings echoed in her mind, a constant murmur urging her to retreat, turn away, and think twice about going any farther. The echoes just wouldn't quit, persistently nagging at her consciousness, like a chorus of annoying voices that just wouldn't go away.

But, her father….

Hinata's mind drifted back to her beloved father, who she knew was eagerly awaiting her return home. She knew he longed more than anything to see her walk through the door with a smile, bringing the supplies she had traveled far and wide to acquire.

It was at that moment, the fearful echoes of the villagers' pleads faded away.

Hinata exhaled a long breath in an attempt to calm the rising tide of anxiety within her. She even bit her lip nervously, gripping the handle of her basket tighter.

'You can do this, Hinata. You can do this!' She thought, once more trying to motivate herself.

Hinata knew she had to be brave, to summon strength from within the depths of her being to go on—for her father's sake.

She must.

So, with newfound determination, she steadied herself, taking a few more deep breaths before she planted her eyes back onto the spooky forest before her. 

She was ready. 

And with that, she summoned the courage needed to finally step into the darkness that lay ahead.

To enter the forest. 

The moment Hinata walked inside, a profound stillness descended around her like a heavy blanket, muffling even the slightest sound. The light that lingered behind her at the forest's entrance seemed to be instantly swallowed by the darkness within as she took a few more steps.

One step. Two steps.

The air seemed to shift, the pressure weighing her down and prickling at her skin like tangible dread.

Three steps. Four.

Above her, towering trees with branches covered in ancient moss loomed from all directions, their shadows stretching and swaying in the flickering light of her lantern.

The scent of damp pine grew stronger now, filling her nostrils with its earthy aroma, saturating the air all around her. 

Hinata's footsteps slowed, becoming cautious, as if the ground itself conspired with the looming shadows to keep her alert. With each step, she felt as if the ground might open up beneath her feet and drag her under, never to be seen or heard from again.

The path stretched ahead beneath her, shrouded in darkness so deep that even her lantern struggled to penetrate it, casting only a faint halo around her that the darkness seemed eager to swallow up. It called her onward into its endless black depths, demanding a courage she hadn't known she had.

Her heart pounded fiercely against her ribcage, aching with each beat, a sensation that felt suffocating and very unfamiliar to her. 

After all, panic, dread, and fear were never her friends, more like acquaintances she encountered every once in a blue moon in her otherwise normal life.

But now, she felt it all tenfold. 

Hinata had always prided herself on her composure, but here, surrounded by looming trees and engulfed in an oppressive silence broken only by the occasional rustle, she was beginning to crack.

The longer Hinata lingered within the forest, the tales of the lurking beast seemed to materialize all around her, like a ghost slowly encroaching upon her senses. They echoed in her mind and in every rustle and shadow. 

'Is it there?' She questioned in her mind as she heard a rustle of bushes to her left. 

'Was that it?' She questioned once more, as she heard another rustle behind her. 

Hinata shook her head, letting out a sigh.

She was being ridiculous. 

Glancing up hesitantly, her lavender eyes fixed on the twisted, moss-covered branches overhead. They snaked together like thick vines, blocking out the moonlight. 

She caught only glimpses of the sky, but even those revealed the truth: it was already night, which explains the darkness befalling the forest, swallowing it up whole. 

She squinted, barely catching sight of the full moon above. Its ethereal glow attempted to pierce through the dense foliage, but only succeeded in casting eerie shadows in the forest that only freaked her out even more. 

Hinata tore her gaze from the sky, fixing her eyes solely on the path ahead. Remaining alert in her surroundings was wise; after all, it wasn't just a scary ole beast that might roam these woods—other ordinary animals could be lurking as well. 

Predators. 

She raised her lantern higher. 

But that's when she began to notice something.

As she moved forward, the trail ahead became increasingly narrow, almost disappearing under the tangle of roots, dead leaves, and thick undergrowth. Hinata made sure to tread carefully, even stepping over the tangled obstacles, mindful to avoid tripping and risking a nasty fall.

That would be terrible.

She tightened her grip on her lantern and basket, drawing comfort from their warmth. But she struggled to steady her trembling breaths against the creeping unease that seemed to seep from the darkness itself.

Genuinely, Hinata was spooked. 

Goosebumps prickled her skin, making it feel like a million bugs were crawling across her flesh, all stirred up by the soft murmurings of the night wind.

It just made her feel even more isolated, like an eerie reminder that she was completely alone here.

Hoot! Hoot! 

Hinata shuddered, her senses rattled.  

Maybe not completely alone. 

She couldn't help but notice the distant hoot of an owl and the rustling of creatures in the bushes. She felt so silly thinking what she just did. 

The silence felt thick, disrupted only by the eerie sounds of the night: crickets chirping, frogs ribbiting, and owls hooting in the distance. 

Hinata strained her ears, half-expecting another unsettling noise to break the stillness. Her mind was buzzing, not at all helping her situation, with the villagers' warnings echoing louder in her mind, now than ever before.

Doubt flickered, like a wavering flame, her heart thudding like a drum.

But amidst it all, Hinata clung to the image of her father, frail and ill, relying on the supplies she carried.

So, she continued on. 

She proceeded on the path forward, taking one step at a time.

'Just stay on the path, Hinata. That's all you have to do.' She reassured herself, glancing at the familiar stoned trail beneath her feet, or at least the bits of trail that her light graciously illuminated. 

But no matter how close she huddled to her light, Hinata could not shake free from the unseen eyes watching her every move. 

Her eyes darted between the trees, catching glimpses of elusive shadows that seemed to retreat as soon as they caught her gaze.

She clutched her lantern tighter.  

Awooooo!

Abruptly, a distant howl of a wolf shattered the silence, disrupting Hinata's fragile calm. Startled, she leaped in fright, struggling to stifle her whimpers, but a few hushed squeaks escaped nonetheless.

The eerie cry echoed unnervingly close, as though it were just a few steps behind her, prompting her to instinctively whip her head in that direction. 

Yet, all she saw was darkness, a vast expanse of black. 

She aimed her lantern in that direction, only to see nothing, just more… trees.

Shivers ran down her spine, her sense of imminent danger heightening. 

But she kept on.

'Just a few more steps, I'm sure. The forest can't be that big, right?' Hinata attempted to reassure herself as she pressed forward on the path again, cutting through the forest with the vision that the clear path home lay just a few steps away. 

She wasn't sure how long or how far she had walked into the forest. Every tree looked identical, and the forest seemed to stretch on endlessly, making it impossible for her to identify the distance she had covered.

Branches creaked…

Leaves rustled…

But that's all there was—rustling.

No beast. 

No monstrous entity lurking in the shadows. 

Nothing.

'See, Hinata? The villagers were just overreacting. There's nothing to worry about.' She reassured herself yet again. 

But just as she convinced herself that the villagers were simply letting their fears get the best of them and that there was no beast, she was startled by a chilling surprise that shook her to her very core. 

A surprise that made her doubt everything. 

All of a sudden, she caught a sound—a haunting, guttural noise.

And it spoke to her. 

"I see you there, little one." 

It was a voice, other than her own. 

It was a deep, booming voice that shattered the silence, its words lingering like a sinister whisper long after spoken, chilling her to the bone. 

In an instant, Hinata found herself completely still, every part of her body, from her nerves to her bones, locked in place. She couldn't think, couldn't breathe. She couldn't even—

"I can smell you too." 

The voice spoke again, slicing through her panicked and scattered thoughts. Any notion that what she just heard was merely her imagination or a trick of her mind vanished completely, leaving her with the chilling reality of her fear.

"You don't belong here." 

The voice spoke once more.

"Tell me, what's a frail little thing like you doing here in my woods, huh?" 

The voice exuded a creepy mix of menace and curiosity, and it spoke like it was coming from all around her, as if the very trees themselves whispered such ominous words.

Hinata's heart began to hammer faster, thudding against her chest as if trying to escape. 

Every instinct screamed at her to run, to sprint back to the safety of Konoha village or if not that, find cover to escape the unseen menace that lurked in the shadows. But, her legs refused to respond, rooted to her spot, bound by an invisible force that held her captive.

She tightened her grip on her lantern and basket, seeking solace in their familiarity, but the chilling reality of her fear seemed to seep into her bones, draining her determination with each passing second. 

It's the beast. 

It's real and it can talk! 

It's alive, and out there—Lurking. 

Somewhere among the trees, it was hiding, waiting, and watching. 

Probably done so all along. 

It was the very beast that the people of Konoha feared, the one they had warned her about. It has finally revealed its presence. But it has done so in a way that brought upon a mass of terror upon her poor soul. 

"Aw, what's the matter? Cat's got your tongue, little one?"

This time, amusement tinged the beast's voice, and Hinata caught it instantly. But her mouth remained clamped shut, her voice stolen by the fear that gripped her.

The creature seemed to take pleasure in her silence, its tone becoming increasingly mocking.

"You're a surprising one, coming here. I'm not sure if you're brave or just…"

A menacing chuckle was made. 

"stupid." The beast finished, a taunting challenge that further tightened the knot of dread in Hinata's stomach.

The beast's words seemed to linger in the air, and Hinata found herself grappling with the urgency to respond, to defend her purpose for being there—right in the middle of the very domain it inhabited. 

A whimper escaped Hinata's lips as she glanced anxiously around.

"I-I apologize for d-disturbing you." Her voice cracked hard. It was like all the saliva in her mouth dried up, leaving her throat scratchy and parched. But she continued, kami, she didn't know how she did. 

"I-I'm merely delivering f-food and m-medicine to my f-father." She stammered, managing to maintain a fragile steadiness in her voice despite the trembling in her limbs.

"H-He's sick, and I m-must get to him as q-quickly as p-possible, please."

The forest seemed to hold its breath as she spoke, the ancient trees and whispering leaves hanging on to every word and gentle breath she uttered with eager attentiveness. 

Her purpose for venturing into the forest had been announced. 

Her soft voice had been revealed. 

It was like a melodic lullaby—her voice. It echoed timidly, carrying a soft cadence that seemed to harmonize with the natural rhythms of the forest, soothing the very leaves around her.

Her ears caught a low chuckle, almost a growl, rumbling through the air, echoing ominously among the shadows.

The unseen beast truly found the sound of Hinata's voice rather… captivating. 

It responded in turn.

"Your father, eh?"

Another menacing chuckle. 

"Let me get this straight."

The beast paused, as if it was thinking, before its voice arose again. 

"You've traveled all this way, wading through my territory, doing what many wouldn't dare, just to deliver supplies to your sick father?"

The beast's deep voice rumbled through the air like distant thunder, its tone laced with a genuine sense of confusion as it questioned her.

Hinata nodded shakily, as if the beast could see her response.

Her lavender eyes scanned her surroundings once more, her head whipping about, unable to pinpoint where the voice was. Sometimes it boomed from behind her, startlingly close; other times, it seemed to fade into the distance, only to return with an unsettling proximity. And it even seemed to whisper with an eerie clarity right beside her ear at times, sending shivers down her spine.

Hinata didn't know where the beast was; quite frankly, she didn't want to know. She didn't want to see it. 

Once more, the trees rustled in a mysterious dance of leaves, stirred by an unseen breeze, prompting her eyes to shift rapidly, whimpering. 

Soon after, the voice echoed through the silent forest once more.

"Mmm, what a devoted little thing you are. I must take a closer look."

Instantly, panic surged through Hinata the very moment those words left the beast's mouth. 

It felt like a threat, triggering a primal urge in her to flee. Her mind raced with the urge to run, hide, do something, but her body couldn't keep pace with what her mind was screaming at it.

Panic. 

That's all she felt. 

She was overwhelmed by panic—relentless, heedless of reason or necessity—just raw, clawing panic, gnawing at her insides.

Panic gripped her fiercely, its tendrils wrapping around her mind and squeezing tight. Her heart raced like a drumbeat, each thud echoing in her ears. Every breath came in short, shallow gasps, her chest tightening with each inhale. 

Hinata felt trapped in a suffocating embrace of fear, unable to think clearly as adrenaline rushed through her veins.

'Oh no. Oh no!' She repeated over and over in her head as she whipped her body around, trying to anticipate where the beast might reveal itself.

A hushed silence fell upon the forest, as though nature itself had fallen completely still. 

Frozen in time. 

No shuffles, no rustles, and no sign of life resonated through the entirety of the still forest, leaving Hinata wrapped in an eerie quiet that heightened her anxiety to the extremes. 

She began to hyperventilate. 

Hinata glanced around anxiously, scanning every direction—left, right, front, back, up, and down—hoping to catch a glimpse of the lurking creature before it leaped out at her, a preemptive move to spare herself a heart attack. 

But the forest remained eerily quiet.

And there was no sign or sound of the beast anywhere. 

Suddenly, a sensation washed over her, as if the very air had shifted—and in an instant, Hinata sensed a presence behind her, looming over her petite frame.

A warm breath gently brushed against her neck, causing every hair on her body to stand on end.

"Behind you."

The booming voice reverberated behind her once more, but this time, it was unmistakable.

It echoed directly into her left ear.

The realization struck her like a lightning bolt, causing Hinata's heart to race even faster, its beats resembling the fluttering wings of a hummingbird against her chest.

Ba Boom!

Ba Boom!

Ba Boom!

Hinata's body froze in place.

She couldn't move. She couldn't breathe. She couldn't see or hear. Was she still alive? Was she still here?

She wasn't sure.

In moments of fear, they say the body responds with fight or flight, but Hinata was currently experiencing the lesser-acknowledged third option.

Freeze.

It was a primal reaction her body had never felt before, muscles locking rigidly, breath held tight, senses hyper-alert.

Hinata hesitated hard, finding it difficult to accept that the real beast—the one feared by the villagers, the one that had spoken to her moments ago in the night's shadows, the same one even she was afraid of as a child—was now standing right behind her.

No one had ever seen it.

No one even knows what it looks like.

Yet, now it stood behind her.

Hinata couldn't even begin to imagine what the beast looked like. 

Her innocent mind couldn't conjure a clear image, only a chilling certainty that whatever stood behind her at this very moment would surely petrify her, plunging her into a pit of regret for even venturing into this forest. 

But, she gotta. 

She gotta turn around. 

Slowly, with trepidation, and a shaky, desperate "I-don't-want-to-die" whimper, she turned, shedding the cold chains of fear that gripped her. It took all of Hinata's strength to turn her body completely around, stretching her neck to face the beast head-on.

But when she did…

What she saw instantly spurred her to fight against the darkness that threatened to cloud her vision and plunge her completely unconscious to the ground behind her. 

She fought everything not to faint. 

Instead, Hinata jolted back, away from the hulking figure of darkness, stumbling over her pump heels. 

"O-Oh my kami. Oh k-k-kami!" She panicked with a scream, lips trembling, teeth chattering against one another. Her abrupt movement caused her lantern and basket to rattle in her clammy hands, nearly slipping from her grasp. 

But that was the least of her worries. 

There it stood, in the flesh. 

The beast. 

The big bad wolf. 

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[call-sign-shark]

Hi Shark. I was wondering if I could be cheeky and request something from you. I was wondering if you could release a headcanon for Heaven with a list of fun facts about her (i.e. fave food, color, animal, vacation spot, book, song, drink...if she went to university what d'you think she'd study that kind of thing). She's just so interesting that I'd like to know more about her. Also, I read a fic she was mentioned in the other day and I thought you'd be interested. It was just a mention but I thought it was cool. Also, I can't wait for The woods whisper part 2. I'm on edge.

Hi sweet anon, thank you so much for your wonderful ask! As for the fic, please do send me the link. I probably have it in my reading list if the mutual has tagged me but I reckon I need to catch up with a lot of things. I've been feeling quite tired lately and I’m starting a new job as a bartender so it's quite tiring. I’m delighted you find the murderous angel interesting so here we go. 🖤

𝐻𝑒𝒶𝓋𝑒𝓃 𝐿𝒶𝓋𝑒𝓎 𝒮𝒽𝑒𝓁𝒷𝓎 headcanons

𝒫𝑒𝒶𝓀𝓎 𝐵𝓁𝒾𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇𝓈

♢ Her favorite animals are hyenas. She dreams about owning one?? She’s weird asf I know.

♢ I personally imagine her voice like the singer of Sohodolls (by the way, this song from the group is her main theme song)

♢ Surprisingly enough her favorite color is not white, but red and gold.

♢ She's multilingual and speaks: French, Russian, German, and English all fluently.

♢ She's 25 at the beginning of HYE, even if throughout her life people struggle to give her an age since she has this very woman-child aspect.

♢ Her style is quite modern for the era. When she doesn’t wear elegant and revealing dresses with gold jewels, capes or fur coats, she loves stealing one of Arthur’s shirts and tuck it in her skirt. Similarly, he had to buy a second coat ‘cause she had stolen his. Most of the time she either dresses like a goddess or a forest nymph.

♢ She loves fun fairs and circuses! When they started flirting together and meeting at church every night, Arthur sometimes brought her candied apples.

♢ She might be an enchanting singer and she might love music but she's awful at playing an instrument. She tried piano, guitar, harp, and violin but she was terrible at all of them.

♢ She has empathy issues she hides quite well. Now, I’m not saying she has 0 Empathy but she lacks of it most of the time except with Arthur or on a few occasions. It leads her to be cold and sardonic with people outside of her private circle when she doesn’t “mask”.

♢ Did someone said “lemon pie”? She’d kill for lemon pies. It’s her favorite dessert of all time.

♢ Her Birthday is the 22 January.

♢ She's fond of myths, legends, and fairy tales. If she had to pick one tale and one myth she would go for the Red Little Riding Hood and the Beast of Gevaudan. But her favorite story is Alice’s Adventures.

♢ She's a "mama bear", which means she doesn't lose her temper easily despite being gifted with an ability for extreme violence but touch her husband, kids or family and she'll go f e r a l.

♢ She talked several times with Linda at church, unknowing Heaven was already fucking her husband (and she enjoyed it). I know, that's a dick move.

𝑀𝑜𝒹𝑒𝓇𝓃 𝒜𝒰

*most of the hc above still works for her modern!self

♢ Her favorite book is The Silence of the Lambs by Thomas Harris.

♢ She works as an exotic pole dancer and aerial performer. Considering this, she also masters aerial hoop, silks, and Chinese pole.

♢ She is currently applying to study forensic medicine after several years of gaps.

♢ She has spent years locked up in a mental institute, in the dangerous patients ward.

♢ Her favorite food is Japanese Udon soup with gyoza and Nikuman as side dishes.

♢ She loves listening to brutal music, such as metal, hard rock, or alternative trash/bimbo music even if her playlist is actually quite varied. You can go from Rammstein and Angerfist to Britney Spears and Lana Del Rey.

♢ She smokes weed.

♢ If she had to choose a drink it would be red wine for alcohol and pumpkin spice latte for sweet. But in truth, she’s that annoying gym girl so she mostly drinks water and homemade protein smoothies. She also loves boba milk teas.

♢ She's a huge fan of horror movies and games (especially FNAF), with a fascination for cannibalism. With that being said, she organizes the best girl nights ever, especially during Halloween.

Heaven is reader in the Arthur Shelby x you series Heaven in Your Eyes. Why don't you join the ride? We have drama, sex and gore.

[thgfanfictionlibrary]

Teen and Up Rated Fics Masterlist (26)

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9 / Part 10 / Part 11 / Part 12 / Part 13 / Part 14 / Part 15 / Part 16 / Part 17 / Part 18 / Part 19 / Part 20 / Part 21 / Part 22 / Part 23 / Part 24 / Part 25 /

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Pushing Dandelions-Aimmyarrowshigh (ao3) Summary: You never forget the face of the person whose life you saved. Raw-Atetheredmind (ao3) Summary: Nyotaimori: The practice of serving sushi or sashimi from a naked woman's body. Katniss meets Peeta in the most compromising of situations. Reasonable Doubt-HGfanonezillion (ao3) S ummary: Katniss and Gale catch a kidnapping case, but had it over to NCIS agents when they discover that the child's father is in the Navy. RED-78bathsheba (ao3) Summary: Based on Little Red Riding Hood. Except Red is a deadly archer, and the wolf is not what it seems. Remedy-HGfanonezillion (ao3) Summary: "Annie watched Gale sleeping for a long time. This wasn't the first night she'd had trouble sleeping lately. Ever since Finn's call the week before." Rememberance-Ameiko (ao3) Summary: Peeta takes a day to remember his family. Prompts in Panem Day 2 response. Remorse and Absolution-Alliswell (ao3) Summary: Peeta is struggling with the guilt of hurting Katniss while hijacked, so he tries to show her how much he regrets his actions, as tenderly as he can. Reunion-Angylinni (ao3) Summary: Katniss and Peeta meet again at their ten year reunion and the spark that was between them all those years ago still burns brightly. Second Chances and New Beginnnings-Angylinni (ao3) Summary: Katniss and Peeta grew up in the same small town, now years later, they both work for Panem Industries. When the annual Christmas Gift Exchange comes up, they both wind up drawing each other's names. Second Guessing-Alliswell (ao3) Summary: Second outtake for BellaGracie's "Are Those for Me?" Universe. Gale makes a selfish desicion after one too many ignored calls.

[caliburn-the-sword]

winter chapters 25-33

figured out how to include and vaguely format photos which i'm including for my favourite passages. tumblr butchered the photos tho so rip it's blurry lol

OMGGGG I COMPLETELY FORGOT ABOUT THE WHOLE HUNTSMAN PLOT FSKDJFHSDFH THIS IS THE EXACT KIND OF DRAMA AND ANGST I LOVE

jacin's low key a gentleman for just wordlessly giving cress the cot and taking the floor instead in his OWN home

HELP THE THOUGHT OF THE RAMPION CREW BEING THE "SEVEN DWARFS" FSFHSDKFJSDHFS (i haven't reread the original fairy tale for a time so forgive me if that's actually just a disneywashed thing)

omg cress is stepping up into her role and being the hero she always wished she was <3 i love her development so much. zero to hero type beat

love to see jacin overcoming being a selfish bitch and promising to protect cress <3 positive development for him too

FINALLY CHAPTER 27 SCARLET I MISSED HER AND HER POV everything scarlet does is literally so slayed. yes girl!! break that bitch's nose!!!

HELP WHY DID I NEVER REGISTER WITH GENETIC ENGINEERING THAT WOLF WOULD ACTUALLY. BE RELATED TO A LITERAL FLESH AND BLOOD WOLF. this is in fact wilder than anything the ouat family tree was ever capable of (and i would know, because i studied that damn thing like the bible)

marissa meyer DON'T DO THIS TO ME. i will always go apeshit over a character being nicknamed "sunshine" ESPECIALLY when he's the furthest thing from a ray of sunshine ever LMAO

love how winter seems to think that the menagerie in front of scarlet's cage is the most romantic spot for jacin to admit his feelings for her. a bit silly goofy

ngl it's literally HEARTBREAKING that winter could think, even for a moment, that jacin would actually follow levana's orders and kill her (note: it was in fact a LOT of moments which makes it more painful)

NO NOT RYU. OMG I NEVER WOULD HAVE THOUGHT RYU WAS THE DEER

damn cress is like a guardian angel <3 she's always been the rampion's guardian angel

"the docks. With the mushrooms" ik that this is just winter's delulu ramblings and trust me i have been painstakingly restraining myself from going "omg alice in wonderland reference" because there's nothing more obnoxious than picking a mentally ill character and defining them by alice in wonderland but in this case,,,,

"Down, down, down we go" look i KNOW i'm reaching here because ANYONE can repeat the word down three times but direct word for word lewis caroll's alice in wonderland "Down, down, down. Would the fall never come to an end?"

jacin clay is so incredibly fucked. the paper trail leading back to him helping the princess in her escape is such a mountable pile of evidence (note: he is in fact not fucked and the queen fell for it)

OMG THE MAN IS WOLF YAYAYAY SCARLET AND WOLF ARE REUNITING I'M SO HAPPY I'M GONNA THROW UP

living for the "Devoured her." metaphor/pun. like yes. that's so little red riding hood fksdfsdkf

wolflet are cancelled for being instalove (jk it says STARTED TO for a reason)

WHAT DID I SAY CRESS???? LITERALLY THE PEAK OF ALL ROMANCE (i used to be hesitant to ship scarlet and winter because of how their relationship started but honestly with the confirmation THAT scene was when she started falling for wolf. i think scarlet is just INTO all that life or death shit. a bit of a masochist in my opinion)

"Are we running a boardinghouse for misplaced royalty around here, or what?" thorne that is SO real LMAO. someone reunite them all with kai asap

speaking of kai he literally CAN'T go ONE damn book without being SEPARATED from everyone. someone stop this before my heart explodes and breaks into a million tiny little pieces

girls girl scarlet makes a comeback

CINDER AND WINTER REUNITED CINDER AND WINTER REUNITED. am going apeshit. what a great note to end tonight's read on (note: was 11pm when i finished chapter 3)

@eddisfargo @francforever @winterrhayle @winterpinetrees @shellyseashell @luna-maximoff-22

[lovelyprincessn64]

Halloween request event

Come one and Come all today is spook mouth all day and night and this year I want to give everyone a special event for a holiday of horror and nostalgia.

Welcome to the Halloween party to request for any horror of your choice and to your heart desires and here are the choices:

Creepypastas and pokepastas

Crospe Groom Vincent Valentine anniversary

Spooky Mouth

Horror games and movies pules tv shows

Day of the dead

Celebrating the FNAF movie

Characters cosplaying

Halloween party

Trick or treat

Prompts of your choice (it has to be spooky theme)

AUs

Pumpkin patch

folklore

Monsters

Suff form your childhood or nostalgia

Retro

Fan made monster high skullector dolls

Fanasy horror

Dead in the night

20. Any thing horror related

21. Gruesome faith

22. Yandere nightmare

23. Fan art of fan made horror games

24. Lots of blood and gore

25. Gothic style

26. Fall / autumn

27. Vacation to nightmare

28. Apocalypse

29. Dark desire

30. Monster fright

31. Hypnos lullaby tribute

32. Friday the 13th

33. Candy

34. Horror anime shows

35. Japan Halloween theme

36. Your ocs

37. Black and white horror Style

38. Tim Burton

39. Disney's Halloween theme movies

40. Bloody movie theater

41. Bloody snacks

42. mcdonald's boo buckets

43. Halloween specials

44. Vincent Valentine's birthday

45. L's Birthday

46. Bakery hell

47. Pumpkin spice latte

48. treehouse of horror

49. Childhood trauma

51. Tails's birthday and Tankman birthday

52. Monster Mash

53. sweetest of dreams

54. Night of the nuns

55. Ladies night

56. Sweet as sugar

57. Cafe nights

58. Fortunes of misfortunes

59. Last night at the Christmas party

60. Everless night

61. Final Call of a final girl

62. Death by Grimace Shake

63. Cupcakes

64. Eddsworld

65. R.I.P in pieces

66. Nightmare night

67. Five nights of fun

68. Victims of blood lust

69. vocaloid of terror

70. Dawn of the box office

71. Build a bitch

72. Doomsday

73. Winterwonder HorrorLand

74. Magician of mischievous

75. Tales of Horror Korean

76. Psychotic pharaoh

75. Animal crossing Halloween stuff

76. Cookie Run

77. Grave mistake

78. Lost CN episodes

79. Haunting Hour

80. Chills

81. Deadly sorrow

82. Night of the Woods

83. Come learn with Pibby

84. Fran bow

85. Garden of nightmares

86.🌡Blood n Honey 🍯

87. Random Encounters

88. Reflections

89. Deepest of regrets

90. Hell on kitty

91. Wii Deleted You

92. Jerry's basement

93. Toy Story Black Friday incident

94. Mario Madness

95. Baked alive

94. Dead Bart

95. Saturday of asphyxiation

96. Wonderland Massacre

97. Untold loneliness

98. Mr. Prinz's Pokemon Dusk & Pokémon Dawn also Pokémon Nightfall even Pokémon Nocturne including Pokémon Aurora along with Klaus and Dave even the dark Chronicles.

99. Cult Of The Lamb (some parts of it),

100. Splatoween Splatfest

101. Printer problems

102. The Phantom of the Opera

103. Soap opera genre

104. Dream yard of doom

105. Buried alive

106. Spider tea party time

107. Afterlife with Archie

108. The Walking Dead

109. Lost Silver

110. Evil Among Us

111. Rainbow Factory

112. What have I done

113. Old Chateau

114. Zardy's maze

115.Japan Halloween style

116. Ghosting you since 96

117. The bite of 87

118. Horrific Thanksgiving

119. Self aware genre

200. Earthbound Halloween hack

201. sonic channel

202. Balena Productions (some of it)

203. Tails gets trolled Halloween mod

204. Little Red Riding Hood zombie BBQ

205. Creepy dolls

206. Blood and Feathers

207. meatcanyon (but no requests of his real people videos including the controversial Super Bowl incident)

208. happy birthday balvenie

209. Karamari Hospital

210. Halloween shit post

211. Unown King

212. Cursed Cat Alastor

213. Lady/ man in the mirror

214. The Grim Adventures of Billy and Mandy

215. Resident Evil

216. Spooky Redraws

217. The House of the Dead

218. Haunted Mansion

219. October birthdays

220. illbleed (it's a horror game)

221. Night of the consumers

222. Flesh Birds

223. Dino Crisis

224. Witch way

225. Eaten alive

226. Spookycore

227. No Escape

228. Goth Amy

229. Jack the Pumpkin King

230. Dear brother

231. Ben 10 Zombozo

232. Living Dead Boy / Girl

233. Monster Hunters

234. Nuns murder

235. The man that killed Halloween

236. After Dark

237. Little dark age

238. Calling All The Monsters

239. Turn the lights off

240. Thriller

241. Bloody Mary

242. Dead by Daylight

243. Spooky skeletons

244. Monsters under the bed

245. Charlie Brown Halloween special

246. Death comes at midnight

247. Black cats

248. Hocus Pocus

249. Radio demon

250. Overdue

251. Haunted by screams

252. Pandora's Box

253. Starve Eggman / starved characters

254. Ghostbusters (No 2016 version)

255. Nowhere to Run

256. Bloodpop

257. Plants vs Zombies

258. Main course

259. Genocide

260. Last Escape

261. Kill la kill anniversary

262. Shitno

263. Carnitrix

264. Blood stain ritual of the night

265. Suicide mickey.avi

266. Rain of Terror

267. Castlevania

268. Nightmare invasion

269. Deceased

270. City of the Dead

271. Scent of night

272. Look out!

273. Wind's Wreck

274. Children of the Night

275. Burger and Frights

276. Headless Horseman

277. Unborn's lullaby

278. There's always another night

279. Nebula

280. Reversion

281. Haunted by Screams

282. Living in the Dark

283. Moonlight Menschen

284. Hazbin hotel

285. One night at flumpty's 

286. Crimson head

287. I am not me

288. Silent Hill

289. Jack O'Lantern

290. Gorefield

291. Tofu Survivor

292. Grim Reaper

293. Grave robber

294. Scared Stupid

295. Mr. X

296. Don't feed it at midnight

297. Red Mist

298. Boogeyman

299. Ghost zone

300. What's your favorite scary movie

301. Thalassophobia

302. Mr. L

303. Death is part of life

304. Abandoned by Disney

305. He needs to eat

306. Why I'll never play a Mario game again

307. Appleyes

308. Body Gore

309. Black Ops Zombies

310. Dead space

311. Sleep experiment

312. Every copy is personalized

314. Sonic Generations beta

315. No mercy

316. Eyeless Jack

317. Slender Man

318. Ben drowned

319. Godzilla NES

320. Misfortune.gb

321. Glitchy red

322. Strangle red

323. I am Mr mix

324. Happiness for sale

325. Rap rat

326. Escape from Marywood

327. 1999

328. Rotten yellow

329. Zombreon

330. Pokemon Dead channel

331. Creepy Jigglypuff

332. Disabled can't sing (it's based off of a Pokemon Creepypasta about a Wigglytuff name disabled that cannot sing or use any Pokemon moves)

333. Please hurry

334. Sonic. exe

335. Bio crisis

336. Lisa Trevor

337. Circle you game

338. I hate you

339. Left unchecked

340. National Noodle Day

341. Boyfriend day

342. Abandoned loneliness

343. Pasta night

344. Bad ending friends

345. Evil art

346. Possessed Dawn

347. No you're not the one

348. I am not a clone

349. Goosebumps

350. Triple trouble

351. Sally.exe

352. Purple guy

353. King of five nights at Freddy's

354. Not everything as it seems

355. The murder of me

356. I'm pretty sure it's haunted

357. Luna game

358. Polybius

359. Lemon monster

360. Ed Edd n Eddy's boo haw haw

361. Las plagas

362. Ghost train

363. Resident Evil scrapped creatures

364. The Batman that laughs

365. Gregory's Horror Show

366. Deep fear

367. Faceless

368. Slendytubbies

369. Helluva boss

370. Carnival of Lost Souls

371. Vampire heart Draculaura

372. Why do ghouls fall in love

373. Sugar skeletons

374. Blood drive

375. Darkstalkers

376. Little red psycho Hood

377. #DRCL midnight children manga

378. Blood wash

379. She sways in her velvet dress

380. Keep going

381. Broken finger paradise

382. Horror tales patrick

383. Just gold

384. Survive the night

385. Hex Girls

386. Scooby-Doo Zombie Island (sequel to the movie not allowed)

387. Virus

388. Higurashi: when they cry

389. Hinamizawa syndrome

390. It's alive

391. Happy Fella

392. Harvest festival 64

393. Bonnie's Bakery

394. Morning coffee

395. Close at 2

396. Mouthwashing

397. Dr jekyll and Mr hyde

398. Fruit witches

399. Scoop room

400. YouTuber lumpy touch

401. Sleep paralysis

402. That's not my neighbour

403. Scarlet milk

404. Fundamental paper education

405. Zodick the Hellhog

406. Noh mask

407. Okiku doll

408. Aka Manto

409. Jinmenken

410. Oiwa

411. Nure-onna

412. Rokurokubi

413. Gashadokuro

414. Kunekune

415. Fanarts of The Batman Vs Dracula 2005

416. Scissor Twilight

417. Corrosion Isabella

418. Jenny Green Teeth

419. Cartoontrix

420. Jack Skeleton as tooth fairy

421. Silly Billy fnf

422. Hotdiggedydemon shed.mov

423. Oozers from adventure time

424. WB Splatter Spike or WB Splatter Tom or both / come up with your own suggestion

425. 1945 Tom

426. Ikenie No Yoru (translation it means: Night of the Sacrifice and it's a horror Wii game exclusive to Japan)

427. Tom the Postgirl

428. Childish Life Prolgue

429. Marry in Red

430. Lily's Well

431. Rainbow Factory

432. Elements of insanity

433. Pumpkin soup

434. Character of your choice as a pumpkin head

435. Howliday 

436. Mummy Majesties

437. MLP infection au

438. MLP candy mare

439. Zodiac of October

440. Gorefield of October

441. PortaBoy+

442. The Queen Of The Zombie Bees

443. Dead rising

444. Mlp Creepypastas

445. Gore N’ Kawaii

446. Count Mickey Dragul (some info: Count Mickey Dragul is a Disney horror / vampire wedcomic made and creative by twisted-wind as for the comic It's basically a vampire AU of mickey mouse)

447. I used to be a hero

448. By the ghosts of what I've done

449. There is no soul

450. Soulless

451. Bound by pain and flame

452. Trapped inside this nightmare

453. Cries of the lost souls

454. In the shadows of the night

455. The lives I couldn’t save

456. A hero’s heart not fully gone, in search of saving life

457. Stocked full of zombies that are craving brains

458. Evil beyond imagination

459. Creepy doll from kingdom hearts 3

460. Chucky doll

461. Unknown from dead by daylight

462. Glen / Glenda

463. Candy gore

464. Sick of candy

465. Suburban gothic

466. Doom Asylum

467. Dark Nautical

468. Southern Gothic 

469. Pastel Goth

470. New England Gothic

471. Danny Phantom

472. Butcher doctors

473. Thonkingposting aesthetic

474. Chucky the notorious killer doll day

475. Would you love a monster

476. Gonna be your Frankenstein

477. You feel your heart drop

478. Don't you want to come out?

479. Even up close you're a cute human

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[too-tired-to-write]

6.

The time had come. Mother held the Red Riding Hood out to her daughter, who took it from her work-worn hands with reverence. She pulled it over her head, and smoothed down the cape.

Mother put her hands on her daughter’s slight shoulders.

“I can’t go with you today,” Mother said. “You must take this journey alone, as did I and my mother before me, and her mother before her.

Now listen to me very carefully; you must stay on the path. No matter what you do, you must not leave the path. Do you understand me?”

“Yes Mama,” said Little Red Riding Hood. “I will take food to Grandmother, and I will stay on the path.”

“There’s a good girl,” Mother said, and bade her daughter farewell with a kiss to her forehead.

.

Little Red Riding Hood always tried to obey her Mother and do the right thing. At first, she stayed on the path.

But the deeper she walked into the woods, the more beautiful the flowers became. So many bluebells, like an ocean all around her! Wood anemone, primrose, violet, cowslip! How beautiful they were! How sweet they smelled!

Little Red Riding Hood was so enchanted by the flowers, she did not notice that she was no longer alone.

“Well hello there,” said a deep, gravelly voice, making the child jump. Padding by her side was a strange sight indeed.

He had two feet that looked human enough, encased in perfectly normal shoes. The rest of his body was hidden by a volumous grey cape, adorned with fluttering strips of grey cloth that almost looked like fur. Over his shoulders was real fur; a wolf’s pelt. A wooden face, carved long ago, looked down at Little Red Riding Hood with big, blank eyes.

The Wolf.

“Hello,” Little Red Riding Hood replied, as her Mother and Grandmother had taught her.

“It’s a lovely day,” the Wolf observed. His wooden jaws did not move; his features were fashioned into a permanent snarl, long canines on show. “Where are you walking to with such a heavy basket?”

“I’m going to see my Grandmother,” Little Red Riding Hood replied. “She’s been sick, and my Mother has sent me with cakes and wine.”

“What a dutiful and good Granddaughter you are,” the Wolf growled. “Why, if only your Grandmother could have some of the beautiful flowers we have in the forest, made bright and strong by the sun and the dew – I’m sure she would be better in no time!”

“What a wonderful idea!” Little Red Riding Hood cried. “Thank you, Mister Wolf!” And, remembering her Mother’s instructions, Little Red Riding Hood left the path and began to pick flowers.

The Wolf watched her for a moment or two. Then he turned and loped away towards Grandmother’s house.

.

When the cakes and wine were almost hidden by wildflowers, Little Red Riding Hood finally made her way to her Grandmother’s door. She knocked, as her Mother and Grandmother had taught her.

“Let yourself in, my dear,” Grandmother called, and goodness! How deep and gravelly her voice sounded! She was buried down beneath the covers, only her eyes and her bedcap showing. Little Red Riding Hood pushed open the door and let herself inside.

“What a deep voice you have, Grandmother!” she said.

“All the better to greet you with, my dear” Grandmother replied, as Little Red Riding Hood had been told she would. “Come over here and let me see what you have in that basket.” Obediently, Little Red Riding Hood trotted over and placed the basket on the bed.

But this close, she couldn’t help but notice some other things that were strange about Grandmother this afternoon.

“What big eyes you have, Grandmother!” she exclaimed.

“All the better to see you with, my dear,” Grandmother replied. “Come over here and give your Grandmother a hug.”

Little Red Riding Hood drew closer. Grandmother reached out towards her.

“What big hands you have, Grandmother!” Little Red Riding Hood observed.

“The better to embrace you with, my dear,” Grandmother replied.

Grandmother sat up, and the blankets fell away from her face.

It was silly to be afraid of a carved wolf’s head. When the other girls had told stories of how frightened they’d been, Little Red Riding Hood had thought they were being foolish, or making things up.

Somehow when you were face to face with it, in the darkness of the cottage in the woods, the old mask felt like it might be alive. Like it might bite. Or something even worse.

There was something wet and red smeared across it’s snout and teeth. That hadn’t been there before.

“What big teeth you have, Grandmother!” Little Red Riding Hood cried.

“All the better to eat you with, my dear!” the Wolf roared, and flung his long cloak over Little Red Riding Hood’s head.

.

In the belly of the Wolf, it was dark and close. Little Red Riding Hood squeezed her eyes shut and held her breath.

Strong arms wrapped around her shoulders. Familiar arms.

“There there, child,” Grandmother said. “The worst is over now.”

Little Red Riding Hood opened her eyes.

“What happens next?” she whispered. “No-one would tell me.” Grandmother reached behind her back and pulled something free from her belt.

“Here, take this,” she said, and wrapped Little Red Riding Hood’s hands around a carved wooden handle.

“The women of this village carry axes,” Grandmother said, “and it is time you carried yours.”

Little Red Riding Hood clutched the axe to her chest. Her axe!

“You wandered from the path, even though your Mother told you not to,” Grandmother said. “Now you are in trouble – you are in the belly of the Wolf.”

She leant in close to Little Red Riding Hood, so that she could whisper into her ear.

“But a Mother’s love does not die just because you disobey, or tell a lie, or make a mistake. Neither does the love of a Grandmother. You can come back to us, always. We will be here for you.”

Little Red Riding Hood said nothing. She had her axe. She could barely breathe.

“You have everything you need to escape, my Granddaughter,” said Grandmother softly. “No use waiting for someone else to come and do it.”

“I don’t understand,” Little Red Riding Hood whispered. Grandmother smiled in the darkness.

“You have your axe, don’t you?” Grandmother asked.

[dickjayweek]

🌟DickJay Week 2023🌟 Prompt Reveals!

✨DickJay WEEK✨ is JayDick centric Bottom Jason event week that will run from March 12th – March 18th in 2023, with a catch-up (free) week of March 19th – March 25th for works that are late and ones that don’t fit into the main week’s prompts. This is the time to polish up old works and post them!

No need to sign up, and any form of fanwork is welcome! Simply make sure to use warnings properly when posting on AO3 and post to the collection when event dates come.

Rules and FAQs 

This event includes NSFW themes, and the prompt list will show a combination of NSFW and dark subjects. Click KEEP READING at your own discretion!

💕March 12 💕 Jason Todd is the Arkham Knight Protective Dick Grayson Praise Kink Dick's reaction to Jason being alive

💕 March 13 💕 DC vs. Vampires BDSM AU Voyeurism/Exhibitionism "I've wanted you since you were Robin."

💕 March 14 💕 Robin Jason Kemonomimi/Animal Shifters Asshole/Pussy Spanking Dick saves Jason from the Joker

💕 March 15 💕 Mythological/Fantasy AU Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics Incest kink The first to catch him gets to marry him

💕 March 16 💕 Dick Grayson is Batman Sex Pollen/Aliens made them do it Car Sex Dick adopts Jason

💕 March 17 💕 Talon/Earth 3 Wingfic Mirror Sex Jason's first heat

💕 March 18 💕 High School/College/Boarding School AU Pining/Mutual Pining Somnophilia (Consensual or Otherwise) Incest built into the world setting (eg. eldest siblings are traditionally marriage partners)

Catchup week - This year, each day is assigned an old prompt from previous years. Feel free to use the assigned theme if you want a taste of past events that you might have missed, or completely ignore them if you have something completely new you’ve been working on!

There will also be a prompt meme this year, for which you can write up prompts you want to see written. Creators can choose to create for these prompts if they inspire them for this event if they so choose. More info on this later!

🌟Catch-up week (optional) prompts🌟

💕 March 19 💕 - Sex Worker/Porn Star AU

💕 March 20 💕 - "Hush, little wing."

💕 March 21 💕 - Secret Relationship

💕 March 22 💕 - Casual sex AU/Public sex is normal AU

💕 March 23 💕 - Robin!Dick/Catlad(Stray)!Jason

💕 March 24 💕 - Sharing a bed

💕 March 25 💕 - "Big Bad Wolf" Dick/"Little Red Riding Hood" Jason

Hoping to see you there!

Rules and FAQs are still the same from past years, just with the dates changed to March 12-18 (main week)/ 19-25 (catch up week), 2023, and the new tag being #DJW2023. This is a bottom Jason-centric event, but platonic works are also welcome, as do works in non-English language and Poly ships where Dick and Jason are both involved.

[eva-knits12]

CE Characters Favorite Disney Movies, Part II

Pete Brenner

Peter Pan. Released on February 3, 1953. Growing up, Pete always loved Peter Pan.

Pete's Dragon. Released on November 3, 1977. This movie was one of the first movies that combined animation sequences with live action sequences. This makes sense that Pete would love a movie that has his name in it. Pete always felt that this movie was made just for him.

Mary Poppins. Released on August 27, 1964. It's one of the few movies where the movie is more well known than the book it's based on. P.L. Travers wrote the book, and had to be persuaded by Walt Disney to sell the film rights. The 2013 Disney movie Saving Mr. Banks is about this. Now, Mary Poppins is a much beloved Disney film, much like the Wizard of Oz. Dick Van Dyke, who plays Burt the Chimney Sweep, was also starring in his own sitcom, The Dick Van Dyke Show.

Pete very much loves Mary Poppins. This is his favorite comfort movie, he even watches it when he's sick. (Mine's A Christmas Story.) Now, Zoe and her sister, Mary, love it, and even sing along and dance to the songs.

Tangled. Released on November 23, 2010. This is Zoe's favorite movie. Rapunzel is Zoe's favorite story, so it makes sense that Zoe loves Tangled. When Zoe wants to watch Tangled, she'll always say "Wapunzel!" She introduced this to Mary, and Mary says "Punzel!" when Mary is old enough to talk. Zoe and Mary will watch Tangled while eating their healthy snacks that are toddler and kid friendly.

Cole Turner

The Sword in the Stone. Released on December 25, 1963. It also stars Alan Napier as the voice of Sir Pellnore. Alan Napier was also shooting the 1960's series Batman, which aired Saturday mornings on ABC. ABC is Disney owned. Cole can't understand why he's drawn to this, but he is. It's always been his favorite Disney movie, and yet he can't understand why.

The Rescuers. Released on June 22, 1977. Bob Newhart was starring in the Bob Newhart Show. I even have a Little Golden Book of this movie.

This is another one of Cole's favorite movies that he never understood why he was drawn to, but now he knows.

The Rescuers Down Under. Released on November 16, 1990. I saw this in the theatre when I was 11. The late, great John Candy does the voice of Wilber. John Candy was a Canadian comedian, who was an alum of SCTV, with Eugene Levy and Catherine O' Hara.

Cole loves the sequel because he got to be your hero. He not only changed your flat tire, you got bitten by a poisonous snake when you were on a field trip on his farm with your students. He not only used his shirt as a tourniquet to stop the venom from spreading, he picked you up, carried you bridal style to his truck, and got you to the hospital quickly. Luckily, one of the dads on the trip happened to be a paramedic, and knew exactly what to do, and knew that an ambulance couldn't wait. He refused to leave your side. Cole took care of you even well after you were given the anti-venom. Cole treated you to a date night after that.

Lucas and Dawn love The Rescuers

Ari Levinson

Aladdin. Released on November 25, 1992. This is one of my favorite Robin Williams movies.

Aladdin reminds Ari of the time he once ran a resort. He now runs an import business, and some of the imports take him back to that place. He was also a geography teacher, and he would always talk about the time he once ran a resort when the kids studied and learned about the Red Sea, and the countries that surround it.

Robin Hood. Released on November 8, 1973. Ari, Zachary and Elijah love this one. The boys can't understand how a fox is Robin Hood, but they love it. The boys are currently into animals, so they love movies that have anything to do with animals. Robin Hood is also their favorite story.

Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Black Pearl. Released on June 28, 2003. Ari loves this because Pirates of the Caribbean is his favorite Disney ride, and with him running his import business and the resort he ran, this hits a soft spot with him.

Th Fox and the Hound. Released on July 10, 1981. This is another favorite with the Zachary and Elijah. Ari loves this one, too. It isn't strange for your three favorite guys to watch this movie, with a huge bowl of popcorn between the three of them, lemonades, and all of them curled up under a blanket, watching this movie. The boys even like to watch when they're sick.

Lady and the Tramp. Released on June 22, 1955. This is Lillian's favorite. It's also a favorite of the boys. You put this on when Lillian would be teething, and she'd somehow forget about her teething pains. Zachary and Elijah and Lillian all watch this on movie night.

Sleeping Beauty. Released on January 29, 1959. Ari has a soft spot for this one. This is his sister Andrea loved this one, and would often dress up as Aurora on Halloween. Lillian loves this one, too. It's another movie that you put on that helps her through teething pains. Ari and the boys get Lillian an Aurora stuffed doll for her first birthday.

Zootopia. Released on March 4, 2016. Zachary, Elijah, Lillian, Ari and you love this one. The kids love animals, and they'll always pick out this one on family movie night. It's gender neutral enough where the boys enjoy it, and Lillian enjoys it.

Frank Adler

Cars. Released on June 9, 2006. Frank is a mechanic, so this movie makes sense for him. He loves it.

Moana. Released on November 23, 2016. Mary loves this one. She's not sure why, though. Frank loves this one, too. He works with boats, and loves being near the water.

Cinderella. Released on March 4, 1950. Mary loves this because she's treated less than. She just wants to feel beautiful even if it's just for one day.

[junos-office-drama]

One thing I see novice writers do a lot, especially in fanfiction, is try to make writing a visual medium.

By this, I'm referring to an attempt to capture in words every last little detail of a character, object, or place.

For example, when describing Ruby Rose from RWBY, I'll see something like:

She wore a calf-length cloak that attached to her black dress with small, cross-shaped silver toggles that were sewn on about the height of her collarbone. The cloak was red, the top side a bright apple-red and the bottom side a darker maroon red, and it had a large hood that Ruby wore it down so that it bunched up over her shoulders, framing her face. [69 words]

This is an accurate description of Ruby's initial appearance.

But what does this actually tell us about the character? Who she is? What's her personality like?

Basically... nothing. Maybe that she's Christian, possibly, based on the cross-shaped toggles? (Which would be inaccurate; as far as I know, the world of RWBY doesn't have any real-world religions in it.)

Now compare it to something like:

She rarely bothered to raise the hood of her red riding cloak, preferring instead to greet friends and foes alike with a bright, cheerful grin. [25 words]

Much, much less detail about her cloak -- but consider how much is said about the character. Now it's not just a piece of clothing; it's a representation of her personality. We've learned a lot about her (she's not shy [she could hide behind her hood but she doesn't]; she's probably got an upbeat personality; she's friendly, even with her enemies -- and she has both friends and enemies) in less than half the word count.

[Also, the phrasing "the hood of her red riding cloak" provides a wink to savvy readers that the character is based on Little Red Riding Hood, which is completely absent from the more detailed description.]

Visual media (film, animation, etc.) and written media (literature, poetry, etc.) use different languages to present characters, ideas, and events.

For example, in anime, if they want to show a character is dangerous, they might put him in a black cloak, and then give that black cloak a bunch of spikes on the shoulders, and/or a skull imprinted somewhere, perhaps a few straps with buckles. Some of this serves to provide visual interest, but a lot the decisions are made so that the audience can get a feel for the character -- who they are, what they're about.

And a lot of the time, the specific elements of the clothing aren't relevant to the plot outside of what they communicate about the character -- the cape is never used as a make-shift stretcher, the skull imprint is never the crucial clue to a puzzle, the straps are never used to actually hold something. The cape could vanish entirely and it wouldn't change the events of the story; it would just detract from what the audience can discern about the character.

However, in writing, the author can just say "menacing black cloak." Heck, they can skip describing the clothing entirely and say the character has a "dangerous glint in his dark eyes."

The audience gets the same plot-relevant information in both cases: This is a dangerous character.

The other thing is that, in writing, if an author goes out of their way to describe something in detail, the reader is going to assume those details are important to the plot. When they end up not being, the reader will only be frustrated -- why did the author make the reader spend so much time reading about them if they didn't even matter?

In addition, if you describe everything in excruciating detail, the reader will get overwhelmed and assume nothing is important and stop paying attention to the details -- including the ones that actually are important!

So, in short, one way to make your writing seem less "novice" -- and especially to make it feel less "fanficcy" -- is to pare your descriptions down to the essentials.

Which details say something about the character or the world? Which pieces of clothing (or other objects) will be important to the plot later? Keep those.

Discard the rest.

(Okay, you can keep a few self-indulgent details. It might not be plot-relevant that a character has blue eyes, but mentioning them off-handedly won't be a detriment either -- but see if you can weave them into the narrative, rather than making it an info dump about the character's overall appearance.)

[bookish-artist]

Hi!

I just found your blog and loving it! Could you maybe answer all those questions since I'm new here? 🙏🏼

Well welcome! And of course I can, thank you for asking so nicely mon ami ❤️

1: Do you sleep with your closet doors open or closed?

Closed, always

2: Do you take the shampoo and conditioner bottles from hotel?

No my hair is picky

3: Do you sleep with your sheets tucked in or out?

Um well they're tucked in at the end, not on the sides

4: Have you ever stolen a street sign before?

No not my vibe of decor

5: Do you like to use post-it notes?

Yes way too much tbh

6: Do you cut out coupons but then never use them?

No I'm not really a coupon user

7: Would you rather be attacked by a big bear or a swarm of a bees?

Probably a bear. I feel like a single creature is easier to get away from than a swarm, if escape is plausible

8: Do you have freckles?

I do not

9: Do you always smile for pictures?

Yes

10: What is your biggest pet peeve?

Cutting me off/talking over me.

11: Do you ever count your steps when you walk?

No never

12: Have you ever peed in the woods?

Yes

13: What about pooped in the woods?

No

14: Do you ever dance even if theres no music playing?

Occasionally yes

15: Do you chew your pens and pencils?

I chew my pens *sometimes* but not my pencils

16: How many people have you slept with this week?

1

17: What size is your bed?

Queen

18: What is your song of the week?

Loud - The Home Team

19: Is it okay for guys to wear pink?

Of course!

20: Do you still watch cartoons?

Oh yeah

21: Whats your least favorite movie?

Talladega Nights, can't stand it

22: Where would you bury hidden treasure if you had some?

Probably on my family's land

23: If you’re a girl, bra size? If you’re a guy, pants size?

42DD

24: What do you dip a chicken nugget in?

Depends on the restaurant I get them from, different places have different favorites lol

25: What is your favorite food?

Mexican, specifically enchiladas

26: What movies could you watch over and over and still love?

Oh gods.. Pride and Prejudice, any of the Winnie the Pooh movies, old school Disney, Phantom of the Opera, there's just so so many lol

27: Last person you kissed/kissed you?

My fwb 😆

28: Were you ever a boy/girl scout?

Nope

29: Would you ever strip or pose nude in a magazine?

Sure why not?

30: When was the last time you wrote a letter to someone on paper?

Hmm, probably in elementary school. We did that write a soldier program and that's the last vivid memory I have of writing a letter

31: Can you change the oil on a car?

Nope

32: Ever gotten a speeding ticket?

Yes

33: Ever ran out of gas?

No, I always have at least a quarter in there

34: Favorite kind of sandwich?

Turkey, cheese, lettuce, mayo, jalapenos

35: Best thing to eat for breakfast?

Sunny side up egg on an everything bagel with orange juice, maybe some bacon

36: What is your usual bedtime?

Between 11:30-12

37: Are you lazy?

No

38: When you were a kid, what did you dress up as for Halloween?

My first costume ever was a hershey kiss! Then I was a power ranger, pirate, Belle, witch, cat, dog, wolf, red riding hood, Ghost face, pumpkin king, angel, devil, fairy.. I've done a little bit of everything 😅

39: What is your Chinese astrological sign?

Um sign of the rat I think? '96 baby ✌🏼

40: Are you horny?

At this very moment?? No lol

41: Do you have any magazine subscriptions?

Not currently no, eyeballing a couple

42: Which are better legos or lincoln logs?

Legos, duh

43: Are you stubborn?

Me? Stubborn? Never 🙄

44: Who is better…Leno or Letterman?

Ew neither

45: Ever watch soap operas?

No not really my thing. Unless you count k dramas

46: Are you afraid of heights?

I don't love them, but they're not a fear

47: Do you sing in the car?

Full on karaoke show

48: Do you sing in the shower?

Karaoke show part 2

49: Do you dance in the car?

Way way too often 😂

50: Ever used a gun?

Yes, I'm a good shot too 😏

51: Last time you got a portrait taken by a photographer?

Probably my uncle's wedding like 10+ years ago

52: Do you think musicals are cheesy?

Absolutely not, I love them! One of my favorite genres ever

53: Is Christmas stressful?

When you wait until the very last minute like I did yes 😮‍💨

54: Ever eat a pierogi?

I have not actually, I'll have to add that to the list

55: Favorite type of fruit pie?

I'm not a big pie person

56: Occupations you wanted to be when you were a kid?

Marine biologist, ballerina, librarian

57: Do you believe in ghosts?

Yes

58: Ever have a Deja-vu feeling?

Frequently, it's a little unsettling actually

59: Take a vitamin daily?

No

60: Wear slippers?

Sometimes

61: Wear a bath robe?

Also sometimes lol

62: What do you wear to bed?

Either sweatpants and a tee or just a tee

63: First concert?

Panic at the Disco!

64: Wal-Mart, Target or Kmart?

Walmart

65: Nike or Adidas?

Both

66: Cheetos Or Fritos?

Cheetos

67: Peanuts or Sunflower seeds?

Well I'm allergic to nuts and I don't eat sunflower seeds, sooo 😂

68: Ever hear of the group Tres Bien?

No never

69: Ever take dance lessons?

Yes

70: Is there a profession you picture your future spouse doing?

I don't really care honestly, as long as they can help pay bills and have some ambition in life in gemeral

71: Can you curl your tongue?

Yes 😇

72: Ever won a spelling bee?

No

73: Have you ever cried because you were so happy?

Of course

74: Own any record albums?

Not yet!

75: Own a record player?

Soon!

76: Regularly burn incense?

Yes

77: Ever been in love?

Yes

78: Who would you like to see in concert? Ghost, Bad Omens, Hozier, BTS

79: What was the last concert you saw?

Panic at the disco back on 2016

80: Hot tea or cold tea?

Hot tea

81: Tea or coffee?

Coffee, iced, extra milk extra sugar please thanks

82: Sugar or snickerdoodles?

Snickerdoodles are god tier

83: Can you swim well?

Well enough

84: Can you hold your breath without holding your nose?

Yes

85: Are you patient?

Ehh that could use some work

86: DJ or band, at a wedding?

DJ for sure

87: Ever won a contest?

Not that I remember

88: Ever have plastic surgery?

Not yet

89: Which are better black or green olives?

Don't make me choose

90: Can you knit or crochet?

No but I want to learn to crochet

91: Best room for a fireplace?

Bedroom

92: Do you want to get married?

Maybe

93: If married, how long have you been married?

Single af

94: Who was your HS crush?

He was one of my best friends senior year and nothing ever happened :/ come to find out he almost kissed me one day bc he liked me so much but he never did 🤦🏼‍♀️

95: Do you cry and throw a fit until you get your own way?

No

96: Do you have kids?

Nooo

97: Do you want kids?

NOOO

98: Whats your favorite color?

Green

99: Do you miss anyone right now?

Yes

Hope this gives you some insight! If you wanna know more you're always welcome to ask 😊

[shay-writes-stuff]

Twisted Red Riding Hood

The red hood haphazardly lays on top of the old battered chair in the living room. Its fabric is torn and has blood stains splattered across it. The cloak seems like it’s been through hell with dirt marks and shredded threads. If the cloak looks like this, it makes you wonder what kind of battle and shape the person is in now.

“No one knew my name,” said a high-pitched voice. The creeks of an old wooden rocking chair and the crackling of a fire in the fireplace can be heard throughout the cabin. It’s raining outside, and low grumbles of thunder purr in the background. The brown whiskey bottle sits prettily on the floor while the small glass filled with dark liquor sways in her hand. With how she’s looking right now, you can tell it’s not her first bottle she’s cracked open tonight.

“They always say, “Look, it’s little red!” Or “There goes little red riding hood off to see her grandmother again!” They never talked directly to me but about me to each other. It’s as if I’m not a person like them but just an errand girl to fulfill their duties. Shit! Grandma isn’t even my real grandmother! She’s just some old hag I do stuff for that pays me handsomely so I can make a living in that town. The old woman could care less about me, and honestly, I feel the same towards her.”

The woman takes a sip out of her glass and sighs heavily. “I’m not even a little girl. I’m 25, for christ's sake. No one cares to ask me who I really am, and I’m honestly tired of being treated like an object rather than equal to them. I have better things to do than help this B.S. of an economy. From now on, I will do things my way and live by my rule.”

She finishes her glass with a big gulp and places it on the small table beside her. She looks down at the gigantic gray wolf that’s been staring at her the whole time. It has a scar running down its left eye, causing the organ to be a shade lighter than the other eye. Visible scars run along the furless areas of the animal, and it has blood staining the fur around its mouth. Its paws are also stained with blood and missing a few claws.

The girl smirks as she turns her head slightly to look at the wolf’s work. A pool of blood litters the wooden floor as an arm lays on top of it. It’s hard to see the whole picture since the couch blocks some of the view. The long, thin white hair that the woman adored about the old lady is drenched in the red liquid as her once lovely old client lays lifeless in her cabin.

“You make a pretty good team, you and I,” she said, her eyes still tracked on the body across the room.

“What’s your name,” the wolf growls. Its nasty sneer mixed with its low tone sounded as inhumane as ever.

The woman smiles and looks back toward the wolf. “You can call me Ashlyn.”

“I think Little Red suits you better,” the wolf scoffs.

“I won’t hesitate to cut your throat if you call me that.”

“Ashlyn it is. It’ll be nice working with you. I’ve been waiting to bring hell on this town, and I knew you would be interesting the first time I saw you.”

Ashlyn nods and stands up from the rocking chair. She walks over to the chair and grabs her torn red cloak, throwing the material around her shoulder and putting her hood up. “You never knew what you signed up for when you first attacked me. Now that you know me, let’s go. I’m eager to kill a couple more people before the night ends.”

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"I was raised in hatred. I could never be a lover, only a killer." 👀👀👀

It was dark in the bar, just the same kind of darkness that the Little Red Riding Hood probably experienced in the Wolf’s stomach. Will could relate, he felt the darkness enveloping them but was not afraid. He was seldom afraid anymore after the notorious Lecter fled leaving him a scar and a fascinating choice – to bleed to death or to survive. Sometimes Will would wake up in the middle of the night not sure which choice he had actually made. Daryl was not sent by Jack, otherwise, he would have gotten a polite “fuck you” and a door shut before his face. Daryl came alone and told him that he needed all the help he could get. The victims this time weren’t sophisticated, well-bred and well-off. The victims were hookers and not a single fuck was given about them. Some even toyed with the opinion that “that guy” was a natural “orderly of the forest”, helping society in a way. Some thought that the victims kind of deserved that. Will thought that killing was distasteful… even if he had problems with taste.

Now they were spending a Thursday night in the bar – not too crowded, not too deserted, because they were observing. “I was raised in hatred. I could never be a lover, only a killer.” Daryl’s voice dissolved in the poorly lit bar. Will glanced at him. The detective wasn’t looking at him, he was watching a woman trying to pass for a 25-year-old. She was drinking but not excessively. You should not drink at work.

They were. Technically, Daryl was, because Will wasn’t at work. He wasn’t consulting or anything. He was sipping his cheap whiskey and providing company to the detective who was observing… and, maybe, some point of view. You have to drink in the bar not to stand out. “Well, she is a lover. Do you think it’s any better than being a killer?” It was. Killing fucks you up in the ways no one should experience. Daryl meant good, but lots of fucked up people do. @vulpineobedience

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read more for breeze-by reviews of the books films and shows I read/watched in 2022

books

a tree grows in brooklyn (reread) - 5/5 cemented as one of my favorite books. reading it at 25 was very different from reading it at 18

lord of the flies - oof 5/5 v chilling

the neverending story - 2/5 the whole movie is in the first seven chapters and it just drags on from there and bastian was annoying

an absolutely remarkable thing - 3/5 interesting story that I wouldn’t usually read and it ended kinda ambiguously. the main character was a little annoying but it was good for the story

the curious incident of the dog in the night time - 2/5 kinda overrated in my opinion and was kinda a bummer overall

their eyes were watching god - 4/5 kinda a bummer too but v beautiful

walk two moons - 3/5 a little overly Solemn in my opinion

shadow of a bull - 2/5 a little boring and anti climatic

hooked - 5/5 sutton foster has been one of my favorite performers for years and I really enjoyed getting a closer look at her life

the women in the castle - 5/5 a very chewy read. not a book you can dismiss easily

the hearts of horses - 4/5 v unfortunately titled and covered, but v enjoyable slice of life read. actually related to the main character, and the horses were written realistically.

jack and jill - 3/5 very slice of life w Moral Lessons, and I didn’t really agree with the moral lesson

the boy who harnessed the wind -4/5 more memoir-y then I thought it would be but I liked it like that

wink: - 3/5 finished on 1/1/23 but I’m counting it. definitely worth the read but could’ve been better

films

red riding hood - 2/5 pretty silly plot but gary oldman was acting his pants off

the prestige - 3/5 v captivating but left me feeling ick

a monster calls - 4/5 almost as good as the book

atonement - 2/5 v pretty but. betrayled

gladiator - 5/5 v refreshing to see this type of movie, 2000s style

encanto - 3/5 not enough recovery time

moulin rouge - 3/5 wild but it could be deep

the caddy - 3/5 jerry lewis is the basis of my sense of humor

logan - 5/5 really liked seeing such a grounded superhero film

hanna - 3/5 underdeveloped as whole. woulda worked better as a mini series

last christmas - 3/5 liked the characters, well acted and written, didn’t like the twist

school of rock - 5/5 there is nothing wrong with this movie

to all the boys p.s i still love you - 3/5 silly conflict. girl just go to school

if I stay - 4/5 much deeper than I thought it was gonna be

sing - 3/5 loved the littel chameleon creature

the fantastic mr fox - 4/5 v strange but a little long

the exception - 1/5 left me feeling v ick

winter’s bone - 4/5 different from what I expected. v grounded and unsensational

beastly - 2/5 lol v v 2011 black cover ya book feeling. v silly

the giver - 3/5 better than I thought it would be. rushed through in favor of a more dramatic ending

the addams family - 5/5 enjoyed everything about this

the addams family values - 4/5 not as sharp as the first one but joan cusack is in it

nope - 5/5 sooo good. loved the concept of an animal like alien and everything was set up so well. does rely on the “don’t look a horse in the eye or it will go berserk” thing which is just. not true. (literally just be chill and the horse will be chill. it’s more about approaching them from the side than directly in front). but on the whole the horse portrayal was pretty good

vengeance - 3/5 got v tense after the twist. went some places. left me feeling hmm

good will hunting - 4/5 literally heard of this movie my whole life. it’s good

rampage - 2/5 I love big scary animal monsters but this got too big and silly

potc: on stranger tides - 3/5 the story was better than I thought it would be, but overall it wasn’t made with the same care as the og trilogy

potc: dead men tell no tales - 2/5 almost just stupid

spiderman: no way home - 4/5 everyone was acting their pants off and it was great

black panther: wakanda forever - 4/5 ran a little long but loved all the choices and visuals

weird - 3/5 what it says on the can. bizarre and funny

the princess switch 2 - 2/5

the princess switch 3 - 3/5 unexpected pathos???

hildago - 3/5 honestly think I would’ve liked it better if he shot the horse at the end :/ which is a horrible thing to say but

falling for christmas - 2/5 I did it for you miss lohan

disenchanted - 2/5 and one of those is solely for idina menzel singing

jojo rabbit - 5/5 tonally brilliant and surprisingly full despite being under two hours

glass onion - 5/5 v fun and v engaging from beginning to end

tv shows

attack on titan s4 pt 2 - 3/5 not enough levi. also can we just finish this dam story

stranger things s4 - 4/5 a lot of crunchy plot stuff happened, v curious to see how it will end

only murders in the building s2 - 4/5 not as strong as s1 but still v enjoyable

derry girls s3 - 5/5 no notes

kenobi - 3/5 not bad but also pretty unnecessary

this is us s6 - 3/5 pretty likely end to the series but the more I thought about it the more I didn’t like it

abbott elementary - 5/5 no notes. most enjoyable mockumentary I’ve seen

rutherford falls - haven’t finished the first season yet so reserving final judgement but so far so good

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That's 50 more posts than 2021!

65 posts created (57%)

50 posts reblogged (43%)

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I tagged 115 of my posts in 2022

#tabbyrhsims4simblr - 71 posts

#reblog - 45 posts

#blabbytabby - 29 posts

#nonsims - 25 posts

#tabbyrhsims - 18 posts

#sims4pics - 16 posts

#simblreen - 8 posts

#sims 4 - 7 posts

#helenofsimblr - 5 posts

#mycrushes - 5 posts

Longest Tag: 65 characters

#halloween gives me an excuse to do many witchy edits of cassandra

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Watching this for the first in a long time. Getting in the spooky season mood. 🎃🧟‍♂️👻

29 notes - Posted September 7, 2022

#4

My sister is coming over tonight for dinner and movie night. I suggested Italian food. We're getting pizza and pasta from my favorite locally owned Italian restaurant. Their pizza is amazeballs!! My family always has a debate over the best pizza toppings. My favorite toppings are hamburger, spinach, and mushrooms.

How about y'all? I want to hear what y'alls go-to pizza toppings are. Even if it's homemade pizza with the strangest toppings. I want to know. 😄

34 notes - Posted September 23, 2022

#3

If any of you are a Sandman fan like myself, Netflix just released a new bonus episode!!!😀

42 notes - Posted August 19, 2022

#2

"Oh, No Tears, Please! It's A Waste Of Good Suffering!" - Pinhead

Open the box if you dare! Mhuhahaha

48 notes - Posted October 12, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

♪  Hey there, Little Red Riding Hood You sure are lookin' good You're everything a big, bad wolf could want ♪

117 notes - Posted October 26, 2022

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