#movie plot

[georgiapeach30513]

[0range-flames]

Alright let's write a plot for a Super-Why movie go

[jorjeezealien]

Sky High and Harry Potter and the Cursed Child have the same plots.

[averagepop-cult]

who’s ready for the “new” Disney movie where an girl/ princess will have some sort of magic with some sort of an animal companion with an villain who want her magic

[halfwaybyaccident]

My Goncharov movie idea:

Everyone makes it!

Anyone who wants to, films a scene, and indicates if it's 1st, 2nd, or 3rd act, or something.

Then all of the scenes are grouped together by act, and then put together to make Goncharov!

[imkeepinit]

[cute-nerdy-metalhead]

I want a movie where this super religious girl goes into a new school and is horrified by the sins that are going on in there BUT THEN it doesn't go the "she teaches everyone the way of Jesus" route, quite the opposite, actually. She just learns those people better and... A metalhead is actually a nice person (maybe even volunteering at an animal shelter bc god do metalheads love animals). An alt-looking lesbian is... well, still alt and still lesbian, but what's wrong with that? Y'all know "thou shalt not sleep with a man" part was mistranslated and it was "thou shalt not sleep with a boy", implying pedophilia, right? The party animal getting drunk and hanging out with the guys? Actually had really religious parents and just got a bit out of control when they acquired freedom, but they'll stop themselves, not because it's a sin, but because a friend is really worried about them and asked them to stop. And eventually the religious girl gets in a fight with her parents and realises Christianity is not all that good. But you know what? None of the people in the school encourage her to stop believing. Sure, believe whatever you want, as long as you're not being a bitch about it

[jaewrotethis]

9- Threat...

His P.O.V. Sleep is no option this night. The girl locked in The Roots, rotting away, puts me at the slightest ease. I will use this time until our next encounter to research her. Airborne, above the treetops I leave Hideout in the distance, where the girl stews below it. I fly for miles east, until coming up to the home of a friend with those few answers. Questions simply refuse to quit flooding my ease-loosing state of mind, I prepare to only get few answered. Listening to each question, over and over, loosing more and more ease, until finally I near the cave that sits atop a glacier of a boulder just above seas level. The cave takes the satisfying shape of a human skull and sits detached from Neverland in the ocean, flooding on those special stormy nights. I enter through the eye of the rocky cave. My boots touch the solid floor in the middle of the hollowed out rock smelling of salt and sea grime.

“Alright, where are you?” I ask the walls.

I sense it before I see it. It comes out of the dark shadows above, crawling from the black ceiling that seems to go on eternally until it sits at my level, waiting to be spoken to.

“Did you bring her here?” I ask with crossed arms. “Who?” “Nah, no games. Did you bring her?” “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” it insists. I exhale angrily, “You are not one to lie,” “And I am not,” “She claims a demon shadow dropped her on the beach,” “Who?” “The girl.” “I brought no girl here. Perhaps, she’s the liar,” “Perhaps...” I wait for Shadow to say something useful. It sighs with demeanor, “If she made it to Neverland then she’s here as all the rest are. She’s lost,” “Bullshit. She’s a threat.” “To who? You?” it cackles a shrieking laugh at me, “Why do you fear a single girl?” “I fear nothing. I don’t know why she’s here, or how, or why her,” I raise my voice, annoyed. “She must be as the Lost Boys, she is lost,” “No, she isn’t. She has power,” “As do the rest,” “Not like this. And I don’t understand how.”

Shadow falls quiet for long moments as we mirror thinking. Shadow does as I when I retrieve to rest against a cold boulder. Though Shadow has no face I can tell it thinks of answers just as hard as I do, yet we both can’t put together how the girl found this place without Shadow’s journey. The only other portals to Neverland aren’t open without great ability which pushes me to believe she lies about her power and is hiding much, much more. Finally in the dark silence Shadow breaks it and speaks.

“She arrived this day?” “Last day,” “You’re so quick to feel threatened,” “...I’ve met her before,” It looks at me then shakes its head, as if now all answers are obvious. “What,” I spit. “It’s fate,” I wait a moment, losing patience with its riddles. Shadow explains, “It’s fate. Why else would you feel so strongly, so quickly-,” “Because she’s got power I’ve never seen before,” “Which probably how she got here.” I shake my head, “And how would she know of you? She specifically said ‘demon’, how does she know you exist if you didn’t bring her?” “I already told you, I am no liar,” it growls loudly. “If she’s here, it’s fate,” I thrust away from the thing in anger, “You expect me to take ‘she’s powerful because she just is’ as an answer?” “Well, why else could you meet her again? Twice in one lifetime, from separate worlds, it’s no coincidence and no puzzle either,” “If it’s so simple then tell me why her, why again?” “Neverland’s fate is nearing. Whatever change is to happen must almost be here,” “Neverland doesn’t need a change,” I say through my teeth. “Not yet, but if it’s written in the fates then it is to come to past.” “A thousand years gone and never a change here, that’s the truth,” “Everything changes eventually and Neverland is no exception. Change is a thing you can count on. Not even you can stop it,” I glare at it, angry with its fake answers, “Watch me.” I turn to leave when it stops me by appearing in front of me. “There is a fate seer in Pixie Hollow,” I exhale a memory of when I heard news of this fate seer arriving but I had not cared, “Who,” “One of the Specials. Ask the fairy queen, and be prepared to pay their price. The fate seer will tell you what is to happen, and perhaps a reason for why this girl gets such a role in your life,” “Well, it’s good to know you’re not completely useless,” I say as I take off at an angry speed.

The night flies by nearly as fast as I do, heading for Bird’s Island to my favorite spot to think. My thinking tree. Not that the pieces don’t fit perfectly already since I wouldn’t be welcomed into Pixie Hollow until morning anyway. So he night goes to be focused on a plan.

The obvious goal the girl wants to reach is to get close and take power from me which is how I know I need to gain her trust first. But, she’s dumb enough to simply try to assassinate and nothing more then she’s been the walking dead. The thought of her attempting deceive me so she can get close, amuses me. What a fun game that would be to win. How amusing it would be to let her think she’s a step ahead, let her see the finish line then snatch it all way. Her undeniably strong power clearly needs to be harvested. So playing nice long enough to reel her in is the logical plan, but seemingly too easy.

When the cool morning air seeps through the forest it brings that quiet forest whisper. The next few moons already mapped out in my head, I stand from my position in my tree. My sky beautifully changes colors when the sun rises. I climb higher through the branches to look passed the tide, viewing my far, barely visible, Hideout.

I take off towards Hideout to meet the pesky Natives that are probably nearing the camp by now. They wouldn’t ever venture to the Lurid Forest without wanting a meeting. From up above my sight catches every detail of the ground below and just as I approach Hideout I spot the 6 Natives huddled beside 8 Lost Boys. I can hear them speaking. The Natives are stressed and trying to negotiate a Lost Boy to signal me.

“He’ll be here when he’s here,” I land behind the Natives quietly. “Good morning, redskins,” I say loudly with a smile. They all turn my way, “Peter Pan,” one speaks, they all salute. “How.” I salute back with a joker smile. “We need immediate help,” “Well, out with it then,” “It’s the Pirates,” he steps in front of the rest, calmly, “their attacking our shores nearly every day, they mean to end our race entirely. They’ve started a war,” he says. I squint my eyes, pointing my chin diagonally down, “I fail to see how this is my problem,” “They carry something with them. A creature, a hive mind. The Pirates, they release it on groups of our people. And then our people, they become...something else,” “You’ve come down from your cliffs, across the island, and through the Lurid Forest to ask me to waste resources on something else,” “It is powerful, it takes over their minds, one by one they become apart of it. They aren’t themselves anymore, they become a monster...” he looks down, “Murder their own,” “What’s this creature look like, perhaps I can crush with my boot,” I sneer. “They come in pieces, hundreds. All sizes. Many legs. Red aura from the Underworld licks the ground behind them. We don’t see them coming until our own have turned,” “How would Pirates obtain such a creature?” I demand, a little interested now. “If we knew,” he looks at his men, “we wouldn’t be here. This threat is taking over our home,” “Native land is a long way from the Lurid,” “But on the way, it is. Would you stand by while they take everything? The villages, the plains and caves, you’ll let them take it all?” He’s triggered an anger inside of me and I stand tall, walking to him, “Pirates take nothing from me. You fight them, they fight you. It’s your game, not mine.” I smile, “And I don’t think they’d appreciate your cheating. Cheaters never win,” “This is no game, Pan, this threat is well on it’s way to all of Neverland. You haven’t seen what it’s capable of. My people are dead,” “So kill their people, I can’t help you,” I sneer some more and end on a shrug. He shakes his head in disappointment, “You won’t be so proud when your Lost Boys’ are ripping themselves apart one by one.” he signals the rest and heads out of the clearing, into the forest. I look to my men, “Make sure they make it out of the Lurid alive.”

And again I’m airborne, headed West, inward toward the heart of Neverland. To continue my investigation in Pixie Hollow. The Specials there will not spit riddles. They’ll be specific. The fairies, pixies, sprites, and sparrow-men love talking too much. To them my conundrum with the girl will be gossip they can’t wait to spill and be apart of. Pixie Hollow is in fact the worst place on Neverland. I have no choice but to tolerate it as it’s the actual heart of my land. Pixie Hollow keeps everything in Neverland moving round and round so that the magic in every particle stays alive.

Located in The Forest Ahlve, dead center of Neverland sits the dreadful fairy kingdom. The shield that surrounds it protects its borders in a sphere, stretching over the entire Hollow. A large willow tree, half the size of Hideout, sits in the middle of the sparkling place. It’s meant for happy beings, to have happy lives, in a happy environment. Happy tree nymphs, water sprites, sky sprints and such all roam the happy place in a happy peace. Repulsive.

The entire species is blind to the reality and danger of the real world. Pixie Hollow is the oblivious wonderland of Neverland. Inhabited by every strain of fairy and the fairies’ weird, inbred cousins, the Pixies. Pixies are the spiteful side of the fairy family. They’ll be the ones to skimp the halfwits and cause physical damage with pleasure.

Fairies are weaker. Fairies nurture and are kindhearted. Unlike Pixies, Fairies have wings, as do the Sparrow-men. Whereas Pixies use the magicks of Neverland to fly. All credit given, the Fairies and the Pixies are partial creators of Neverland. Their natural duty to keep magic flowing throughout all life in Neverland by working from the willow tree, whose roots connect to all plant life, makes this their home as much as mine. They do what they love: provide dust.

Many dusts are considered valuable, some precious, few even are so rare they are believed to be myth. The most common and traded as valuable currency among the dusts is Fairy Dust. Simple yellow dust, seen all throughout Neverland, granting gifts of very short, and very low flight as well as enchantment. Found in most flowers, and treetops. It’s made right here in the enormous willow tree that sits in the center of the entire island and Pixie Hollow. The willow tree crawls it’s way through all Neverland by the roots, thus, fairy dust is everywhere.

Pixie Dust glows green and is only provided when paid off. It is a much stronger magic and not to be tampered with. Only harvested by powerful Pixies called Specials. Pixie Dust has the power to heal and create. It grows in less common flowers and trees, mostly only here in Pixie Hollow. As powerful as Pixie Dust may be, it is child’s play compared to Star Dust or even more rare, Cosmo Dust. The dusts from the universe itself is something not even I would play with...again. Then, there are legends of Dragon Dusts, supposedly shining red, created after a neonatal dragon stomps on it’s cracked egg shells. Few have tales of seeing the dense dust.

Landing in this cursed fantasy land in search of the fairies’ queen, I make a mental note to make Little Jane pay for forcing me to take this trip. Little mushrooms dot the ground every now and again, laid in small circles in the grass. Twigs and petals created into tiny houses hide behind leaves and branches. Colors of the rainbow dart behind leaves and into bushes and treetops the more I walk through, a truly horrid place. I am not so willingly welcomed in this terror of a forest. I feel dewdrops being thrown at my hair, and I feel the anger and fear of the Pixies and Fairies that throw them.

When I reach the transparent globe that gates the Hollow, the search for the fat fairy queen they all worship nears its end. Any stupid being or animal would try to walk through the magic sphere would be blown back two hundred feet. However, I walk effortlessly through the force field to hear the quiet murmurs of the Fairies grow louder. They sense my presence. Light pours too heavily in through the canopy as I make my way through the forest floor, my boots crunching leaves beneath my soles. Sparkling bolts of light dart every which way, millions of Fairies and Pixies flying all about, making a path for me as I walk. Bunnies and wildlife scamper into the brush, birds fly up and away. To the guarded willow tree I go, knowing none of these inferior beings would dare attack me.

At the entrance of the willow tree the fat yellow queen floats waiting for me as usual. I approach the not-so-small queen, as she takes my size this time. A grandma in a bright yellow gown that glitters in every light it can catch. A trail of the yellow dust flows as her train. Her shimmering wings huge enough to swallow me whole.

“Peter Pan, to what do I owe this pleasure?” her smile is clean, mine is cleaner. “Mobby,” I tease, “I hear your future teller is quite the accurate Fairy of Neverland. I’m wondering if you’ll be so kind, as to let me have a chat with the young one,” “Pixie. Her name is Vella. She is a seer of the timeline. A puzzle-piecer, if you will. She may see what you wish to know.” “And what does an opportunity like that cost?” I lean on one leg and cross my arms at all the strange things Fairies ask for; shoelaces, eyelashes, inner aura. They are dimwits with reason. “An answer from Vella may be a very valuable thing...at her price. Passageway to her will cost a secret from Neverland’s ruler,” she releases a wicked smile. “A secret, really? Trulo shat his pants during battle a moon ago,” I smile right back. “Not,” she speaks annoyed now, “anothers, yours. A secret of yours, Peter.” I stare at her. What would she do with a secret of mine?… they’re tiny idiots collecting trash and casting sprinkles. I have to remind myself. “I’ve been thinking about trading Neverland over to your loving sister, Lurline.” I tease some more. “More time gone wasted,” she shakes her head, turning to leave.

She begins to retreat back up into the tree. I think fast of a secret worth spilling to her. Watching her turn away I look up to her gliding lightly into the branches, prepared to let her know there is Dragon Dust in my possession, when her flawless wings trigger a memory I’ve long forgotten about.

“I know how Talent really died,” I say to the forest.

I can feel my heart wanting to ache but reflex refuses to let it. Forbidden memories with Talent herself shared in the Mainland, Neverland, Wonderland, all lands suddenly enter my minds eye, so I close it. The Queen stops retrieving up and looks back at me, expecting an explanation. A silence spreads over the leaves, as if the air, to, is remembering golden hair, sparkling blue eyes, sweet, but poisonous, pink smile.

“Sacrifice. For the good of Neverland,” I continue with a joking tone. “Is that a secret?” she breathes. I pause, readying to admit the horrible truth, “It wasn’t her final choice,” now the ache breaks. “She’s in the Vine Caves, she’ll respond to her song,” she sets out her hand releasing a ball of light that sings a soft tune.

While I focus on the tune, the strike of pain in my chest gets its way. I memorize the tune.

Vella. Answers.

Without a thank you I jump in the air, away from the whole forest and onto the next. On route for the mountain shaped like a raindrop that’s infested with a deep maze of caves. A popular mouth of the place lies near a lake just East of the Ahlve Forest.

The sun is well in the sky and the day on a roll by the time I touch down in front of the cave mouth. The ceilings of the cave are lined and rowed with blue vines. Vines that grow from the dirt below and up the wall just to drape back down thick enough to be nearly impossible, and quite pointless, to enter. The vines harvest a common powder used in a kitchen, thus blanketing the floor. I stand in front of the mouth, bringing my pipes to my lips and thinking of the tune the Queen gave me.

I play the song loudly, directing the sound waves deep into the cave. I hear the light tune echoing off the cave walls deep, deep in the cave, only the vine-less walls. I repeat the song over and over, never nothing more than a breeze approaching me. On the thirteenth play of the tune, and after I’ve gone to perch on a large rock, the blue vines begin to shuffle. I couldn’t feel the Pixie coming and it unsettles me. A small girl exits from the cave, slipping between the vines. She’s covered in powder, blue and a deep purple. She’s spinning and twirling to the tune in a slow, easy pace. Her eyes closed, she’s just a child. She’s dancing as all the ones lured by my pipe. Her long hair is black and she wears a small purple dress with black pants, to bring out her pale skin. I cut the song and she stops instantly, opening her eyes. She prepares to run when her eyes spot me and widen.

“Whoa, whoa, it’s ok,” I lend out transparent magic to immobilize her.

She stops where I grabbed her and stays put as I walk over to her. Her expression is fearful and small. I place away the pipes.

“Hello there, are you Vella?” I speak to the child. She tilts her head and I release her gently. “I am Vella. You are here to ask questions?” her voice is so small and pitch. “Why, yes, I am. Do you get that often?” She nods, “Everyone wants to know things that they can’t wait for. What’s your name?” I smile, “Peter Pan, that’s what they call me. And I have questions about someone I know,” Her face falters from innocent to frightened, “I shouldn’t be here,” she tries to run again. “I,” I grab her with magic again, “can’t let you leave without some answers,” I say to her so she understands. “Ok, ok but stop it,” then she cut the magic before I could and again I’m unsettled. She straightens up and faces me, “You don’t understand, this isn’t my business,” she points at her self.

Then before I can stop her she’s spinning in a circle, a black cloud of smoke developing at her feet. The smoke engulfs her and black glitter erupts through out the smoke. Particles of her clothing swirl in the vortex in front of me, then the cloud begins to thin and before me is an older girl. Her black pixie cut in place of her long, little girl hair. Her purple getup has transformed into nice pieces that reveal her slim body. Her graceful mini skirt and loose distressed shirt catch all my attention, exposing her blue, gray skin. She smiles and prances nearly up against me.

“I can help you out,” she says through her smile, “Who knew I’d have the pleasure of meeting the Peter Pan of Neverland today,” she drapes her arm on my shoulder, slightly bouncing. Her voice is airy, “Well, what would you like me to tell you?” she giggles flirtatiously, not losing her winning smile. “I’m told there’s a price,” I slide an arm around her waist. “Hmm...” she backs up to giggle, “You have no idea what I’m going to do to you,” she laughs. “What do you mean?” She giggles again, “It’s already begun,” “What are you talking about?” She laughs louder, “See,” “What do you want?” I ask, getting to the point. “Your afternoon,” “As expected, where?” “Not today’s. Any day, any time. Any place and anything to eat.” “Alright-” “And all those decisions are mine to make,” she tops it off with that smile. “What we do, what we talk about, where we go, all of it.” “Fine, is that all?” “A deal is made then! How Pixie!” she steps in front of me, one arm behind her back, the other tugging at her short hair. “Your question?” “Questions, is that alright?” She flaps her hand at me. “I want to know, why is Jane here?” “Who’s Jane?” she leans over to begin skipping around me. “Aren’t I supposed to be asking the questions?” “I can’t tell you what I don’t know you have to explain it for me, can you tell me?” “Tell you what?” “Who is she? Where did she come from? Why do you care to know her?” “She was brought here from the Mainland, day before last, I need to know; why?” “Why what?” “Why her?” “Well, what makes her different from anyone else brought here?” she finally doesn’t laugh. “I suppose, I had an encounter with her before, I, she would’ve died..had I not been where I was. Why are you getting the answers?” “Can I have more to work with?” she grows giddier by the seconds. “What do you mean?” “I don’t see anything yet, can’t you tell me more?” “She claims my shadow brought her here, but Shadow says she lies. I don’t understand why she could be here other than to battle for my power, but for what. Are you going to answer my-” “You’re getting off topic, what makes YOU feel she’s different?” “She’s not supposed to be here, do you know why or not?” “Why?” “She’s,” I stumble to speak as Vella encourages me with her hand gestures, “she’s got power, her own. I’ve never seen it before and her aura burns so bright it surrounds her, I can feel it more than anything else on the island-,” “You’re holding back,” “Her power is strong, it projects off her, it lures, it can’t possibly be only hers, someone had to have sent her, its been plotted for years. It means something, something Shadow says will change Neverland, that enough?” increasingly frustrated I nearly shout at her. “It sounds like you could fall for such a lucky girl, could that be?” she ends the moment. “That’s your conclusion? What does it all mean?” “One more detail should do it, is she lost?” I’m caught off guard, feeling vexed, “I don’t believe she is, how does that help?"

Vella’s eyes drift off once I answer her and her eyes roll up. She snatches up my hands, her fingers grasping as hard as they’ll let her, gasping though her breath has gone from her body. She’s completely left in the sense of the mind, nearly falling backwards had she not grabbed my hands. Her head snapping up and her eyes wide open, darting around the sky above. For a moment, her skin seems to begin to sink as I wait for her to come back. And when she does her fingers are the first to release. She exhales, gasping loudly as she regains her stance and then she begins laughing.

“Wow, destiny has some plans for the both of you,” she puts her hand to her forehead. “What? What did you see?” “All of it, mostly, pretty much, all the good stuff, come on ask me anything,” she says as she turns, skipping away to lean on the large rock. “Why is Jane here?” “Ugh, so nonspecific, she’s here to give you power,” I smile on the inside immensely big, “You don’t say?” then I smile on the outside. “Yes, come on, ask another,” she jumps, tapping my shoulder. “Who sent her?” “No one,” “What?” “No one sent her,” she spells it out with sass. “How can that be? Why is she so powerful?” “Oh my god, why is anyone? She believes,” “But why her?” “It was to be her,” “Why?” “Because it was!” she comes to my face, no longer smiling, her black eyes seep a dark pigment around her eyes, excreting down her face, “If not her, another.” I’m surprised at the anger this Pixie is capable of holding, that is, until she drops it completely by smiling again. “Aren’t ya gonna ask me why you get that feeling?” “What feeling?” I ask back, feeling as if I’ve been asking questions for the last years of my life. “The head ripping, starving curiosity, stomach churning, impressive-” “What about it, Pixie!?” “Love! Finally!” She squeaks, then relaxes to lean against the rock. “Excuse me?” I’ve never felt so infuriated with a Pixie in my life. “I know love, and it is love. It won’t be there for a long time but it’s begun. There is a change well on its way,” “What the hell are you talking about?” She smiles, her eyes drifting to the trees, she’s leaving again, “I saw the next war, the biggest fought on Neverland’s soil, your Jane is going help us win. You couldn’t help but save her life on the Mainland because you sensed her irresistible power would inevitably be yours. And you will need it to win the war,” I let anger take over and grab her shoulders, pressing her to the rock, but her eyes remain a loss, “I came here for answers, not riddles, I care nothing for the war. Why would it get such a role in my life?” Her voice changed when she speaks next, from girly to ghostly, “Whether you care for the growing threat or not the weight of millions of pieces falls onto you, Peter Pan. The pressure, battling bloodshed, guilt, and shame will lie the heaviest on your shoulders alone...that is, until you allow Jane to hold some of the burden with you. Only when you allow her will you defeat the Clutter and take the Pirates’ only advantage. Then, in an up rise, lead by our infamous ruler, we take back our Neverland,” “You’re saying the Ducks are to take Neverland from me in the future?” I laugh at the thought. “It is Jane’s presence alone that gives you the power you will need to regain your leadership. The two of you, a strong enough bond to defeat the Pirates, once and for all of us. If not for Jane, you shall remain with the heartless,” she touches where a heart would anatomically be over my chest, “You remain the black demon. If Jane were to leave, your rage carries out, and, of course, Neverland with it.” “Not a single soul can defeat a war that myself can’t. Pirates are a joke, if I want them gone, they’re gone. I guess, Jane is really only useful to drain for power, is that what you’re telling me,” “It is to come to passed,” I smile again at the reassurance that one day, all of Jane’s power will be mine, “I suppose, then, it’d be wise to keep this knowledge from others. Caution, so she- her power isn’t taken, right?” I ask. “Yes, that is to happen, as well,” “What?” “Jane’s absence doesn’t last long and isn’t just once. She is placed away by you and she is taken from you, several times. Just remember, Peter Pan, you are always going to find her again. You mustn’t give up when it’s been four moons and the storm hasn’t stopped. You can not lose hope when memory is a loss. You must hold on a little longer. Neverland will always depend on you and your spirit, fueled by Jane. Your belief and your magic fades without her to keep it fed, understand that,” I scoff, “You’re just speaking nonsense now,” “No,” she looks me in the eyes, “I speak the timeline,”

Then she’s gone. Vanished into then air and I’m left pressing nothing into a rock. I look around, stepping away. I think before I act now. I got what I wanted, I know it is fact that Jane’s power will be all mine some day and that is more than enough. I don’t need to track down the Pixie again, and I suppose I’ll see her again for our afternoon. My nerves feel settled for now to know that Jane was sent by no one but the Fates, in order to be apart of my Neverland’s history by giving me such a powerful source. Her magic is a new goal. Knowing all that power is sitting beneath my hideout is a fun new twist that brings an eager smile to my face.

I bet she doesn’t even realize she has it, since she’s just a Mainlander. But, she used a blast, she must know…. Unless it was her emotions taking over… she wasn’t lying after all…

My smile then is gone. She was telling the truth while I was playing with her in the Lurid. I blink in realization that I called her a liar when she wasn’t. I take the regret that wanted to form and turn it into an advantage for the process ahead of me.

I take the air again, I can use an apology to gain trust.

I must prepare now. Extracting power was exhausting work before. I only grow excited, as I fly, for this new project, the creativeness already taking over all thoughts. I speed off, back to Hideout, preparing to begin a plan that will steal Little Jane’s belief, and with it, all that power.

[farmergilesofham]

Okay so imagine this: a classic horror setting with all the creepy bells and whistles - a gaggle of twenty-somethings sneak into an abandoned sanatorium, which is said to be haunted, etc. Some creepy shit happens, then a few of them disappear.

Then, the others call the police and the police actually show up, kitted and ready because Most People Don't Prank Call The Police. The bolstered gang goes in, splits up, and so begins the demonic shenaneganery. In one perspective, we get the classic giggling ghouls followed by unsettling and eldritch scrawls on the walls, in blood of indeterminate origin, and The New Guy freaking the hell out, dumping a mag and getting his face eaten. Team A continues warily onward.

Meanwhile Team B seem to be doing alright until suddenly all of them are separated in the blink of an eye, and are slowly pestered by a sultry demonic voice. One of the original twenty-somethings is a closeted gay man in an unloving and emotionally draining relationship with another present lass who only sees him as a tool and/or object. This madam happens to be the one taken at the start of the film.

Entirely incongruously and with no real explanation we are treated to a jarringly tender, earnestly heartfelt lovemaking scene between the TSGay and a Spicy Hot Demon Dude, who gives some good life advice and seems genuinely invested in our Average Wardrobe Fan's development as a self-realising person. This scene is not brought up again until near the end.

Back to Team A, who have entered a hallway full of unsettlingly realistic child-sized porcelain dolls. They don't move or anything, but the framing and the way they're posed makes it seem like they're watching every move. The hallway ends in a door and everyone files swiftly through, but not before we see the head of a doll at the very start of the hall slowly turn towards them. It might have been the wind. It might have.

Team B have managed to get together again, although TSG is clearly distracted by the thought that It Is Quite Possible To Enjoy Being In A Relationship. They set off, and soon come upon some shuffling eldritch darkness with several more limbs than is generally considered decent.

We go to the two captured folks, being the Blizzard HR girl and a no-nonsense nonbinary person named Teb. They're in a dimly candle-lit room, filled with the faint yet persistent drone of someone chanting in an unknown language and the gentle glow of a bloodstained ritual altar balanced haphazardly on top of a comically small bookshelf. Being tied up, the Weinstein House Representative starts getting all 80s horror girl about the situation before Teb knocks over the bookshelf, grabs the bloody knife and cuts them both free. They're still stuck in a doorless and windowless room, but it's a start.

Team A has filed into a larger chamber that seems totally out of place: a large ballroom. Music starts and in twirl two lines of fashionably-dressed dancers, except they're all in varying states of decay and studiously ignoring the living, to the extent of bumping into one of them and literally falling to pieces over it. There seems to be the sound of talking, and indeed the dessicated jaws are moving, but it's all one voice doing different impressions and accents and speaking of things that never really happened. Team A moves on, thoroughly disconcerted.

Team B is having a rather harder time, as the shambling horror turned out to be a great many shamblings horrorific which chase them gloopily down the crumbling halls. The tension is somewhat ruined by the fact this sounds like someone rather vigorously stirring cooked Mac n Cheese.

They finally burst into a room, locking the door behind them and look ahead to see a floating thing made of four eye-covered golden rings, about the diameter of a mid-size sedan, chained to the ceiling and floor. It tries to spin, but the chains halt it jarringly. One of the police guys pulls out a set of bolt cutters which he used to cut open the door to that room when escaping from gloopy mcgloopface. Everyone looks on in stunned silence as he takes to the chains with those bolt cutters, and with an unexpectedly loud "CRACK!" the chain breaks. One ring can now spin, and the force of the Ring Thing trying to speak makes half of Team B's ears bleed, including Bolt Cutter Boy. He moves onto the next chain, and the floaty blacksmith's puzzle glows brilliantly the moment chain no. 2 breaks.

We return to the not-so-dynamic duo, as Teb paces back and forth, stopping to try and scrub the summoning circles off the walls with the knife, which unfortunately happens to be both rusty and slick with blood. Meanwhile, Little Miss Independent flips through a book that fell off the lectern and reads that sacrifices are to consist of one woman and one Untethered at 12:00 midnight, sharp, or else the demons get annoyed and might threaten to call the manager. It is approaching 10:30 pm, according to a wall-mounted clock, and Princess Beetch gets a funny look in her eye. With unassuming casualness she saunters over to Teb, and in but a short moment tries to put the moves on them, reasoning that they might as well enjoy the few hours they have left, and that clearly all this about being NB must mean they're just packing some serious heat and don't want to be bothered about it. This approach has about the results you'd expect - Teb is extremely insulted and in no small measure disgusted by the utter shamelessness of the suggestion, and goes back to walking about the edges of the walls and trying to glean some extra knowledge from them. Madame Too Bold briefly tries again, but after a withering glare just sulks instead, flipping through selfies on her phone.

Team A now enters what might have been the foyer, except it's now full of vaguely mumbling and badly scarred cultists, who take one look at the team and start chanting all manner of creepy shit in unison, which doesn't seem to have any effect until two members of Team A train their weapons on the rest, and stand looking quite blissful as several cultists start taking whole bites out of their flesh. The rest of the gang backs away as best they can, and look on in horror.

Team B's Cutter Of The Bolts works hard on the 6th, second to last, chain while the incomprehensible voice of the Creature seems to oscillate back and forth through time, and side to side in space besides. This chain cracks like a whip, scoring deeply the skin of Cut Your Chains Into Pieces, This Is My First Resort. The final chain shatters with a sound like a thunderclap, and the Ezekielian Angel rises into the air, its rings spinning properly now as an incomprehensible language echoes throughout the room; [[FEAR THIS NOT. BEAR WITNESS.]]

A swathe of the seals in the windowless box vanish, or rather just stop glowing, and amongst them resolves the shape of a door, through which the Hag Tag Team dashes, with only the sacrificial dagger for protection.

Team A is moments from being fed on by cannibalistic hoodwinkers, when through the floor bursts the Messenger of Jod, singing His praises in biblical Hebraic and banishing the darkness from the room, including the souls of the cultists, whose bodies flop suddenly to the ground and stay there (for once). The angel then says something that might have been construed in the 2nd century as reassuring and flies through the ceiling, leaving a perfect hole right out into the open sky.

Unfortunately not all the cultists get taken out by the Grace And The Might Of The Lord, as the Perturbed Pair find on sprinting headlong into the cult break room. Sex And The Shitty immediately breaks down and gives up, but Teb goes down swinging, cutting two cultists and giving a third a black eye so bad that his whole face swells up. It takes half a dozen of the rest to restrain Them, this time with significantly more rope and an actual padlock. The glyphs in the box room are a botch job at this point, but hey, what can ya do.

It is here that Team B finally meets up with A again, having communicated quite effectively through The Hole. Off the Gang traipses to find the Lost ChillThem, and the tension rises and rises as the time ticks down to midnight, the first peal of the clock bells ringing out as the knife plunges down, only to be very heroically shot out of the cultist's hand. Along with the hand itself. And the wrist, and a good bit of their arm, as this particular bit of surgery is performed by an 8-gauge shotgun blasting the door's deadbolt clean through about an inch and a half of hardwood, 6-odd feet of air and 123cc of human(?) flesh. In bursts the Gang, finally making a regular-ish arrest and saving if not the day then at least its penultimate fifteen seconds.

Here we get the classic "Oh, you saved me!", followed by a passionate kiss that quickly stops as Homoenlightened Sapiens pulls away and firmly states they're quite done, steps back, and leaves the room. Everyone including the Cat Out Of Hell is dumbfounded, and only properly touch base once outside the building. Or at least they try to, but the sanatorium is suddenly bathed in Holy light and is burned away with extreme prejudice, leaving only a hole where the foundations used to be. The players part ways, and the film ends.

We get a post-credits scene where Mr Self-Discovery is eating a sandwich with another guy, and though it's only seen through the window and so not heard, he looks to be enjoying himself very much.

[apollos-boyfriend]

we have GOT to kill tiktok/twitter self-censorship i just witnessed a grown adult say the word “smex” out loud to our professor

[braveclementine]

Day 34

Warnings: None, Readers under 18 can read this book.

Copyright: My OCs are Coach Yonce, Emma, Ila, Tempus, and Itty Bitty. I own these characters. I do not condone any copying of this.

EXCERPTS FROM SEBASTIAN STANS JOURNAL

EVIDENCE FOR RUSSO TRIAL

JOURNAL ENTRY ONE:

Things have sort've gotten weird, but I'm gonna have to start at the beginning for it all to make more sense. See, the movie is supposed to be about a HYDRA facility that's testing children by putting them into different scenarios. As Bucky Barnes, I'm helping that. The boss lady's real name is some actress I've never heard of, I can honestly barely remember her name now. I think it's like Della Reyes. But her movie name is Tempus.

So since there's supposed to be a love connection between one of the characters and Bucky Barnes, Tempus told me that Anthony said I could choose who the main character got to be. Which is cool and all, unusual, but I think it'll make everything easier. I chose the brown haired girl from the top block. She's 23 according to the bio, but in the movie will be 17.

So the first day I met her, the looks were a bit different from the picture. The nose clip was a bit weird and she seemed to hate it, messing with it a lot so I assumed it as a prop they'd given her. The whole outfit seemed to make her uncomfortable and I wondered why she would wear it then.

Anyways, I was also told all of her lines were improv and that I could improv most of my lines as well. I asked her what her name was. In return, she asked what my name was. I wasn't supposed to answer questions not asked by someone who controls the Winter Soldier. So I didn't answer. Neither did she. I guess she's going for a cheeky sort of character.

In one of the scenes, I am supposed to 'accidentally' eavesdrop on the kitchen which I did. And that's how I alerted my new ward not to eat the eggs which were 'poisoned'.

By the third day, I told her my name was Sebastian. I was supposed to give her a fake name and I thought Sebastian would be a cool Easter egg. I was never told to do the scene again, so I guess they liked it too.

But now, things are weird. I've been watching. Either the kids are really amazing actors, or they really are depressed. I can only imagine though that they are great actors. Or maybe they're all miserable about something else.

I don't know.

JOURANL EXCERPT TWO:

I've been watching. All of the kids that ate the eggs have suddenly disappeared. I thought they would have 'died' in the games, but that's another weird thing. None of these kid actors are staying in the actors lounge, which is the top floor. I haven't seen any of them.

Tempus says that they're sending them home when their scenes are done. I guess that's fine then. But it would've been cool to meet some of them. I always loved meeting kids that were fans.

Anyways, continuing from the last entry. In the last game, one of the girls playing the killer of the game did a stunt to kill herself. I guess it was in the plot somewhere. I never read anything about the other scenes. Only my own.

Ever since that event, they've been kept in their rooms for three more days. When I took my ward- who says her name is Y/N- back up to her 'cell', she was shaking. It was strange, but then I realized they were probably still recording this scene.

Of course I left after I put her in her room.

But when I was walking through all of the hallways that night because the time difference was still screwing with my schedule, I could hear her screaming into her pillows like she had nightmares.

I told myself she was doing another scene.

But now, I'm not so sure.

JOURNAL EXCERPT THREE:

I had to take Y/N to the showers today as per the script. I was supposed to wait in the room and she would pretend to take a shower as to create sexual tension between the two of us for the plot.

Normally, what happens in this scene is they pull a curtain between the two of us and I would only be able to see the silhouette of her body.

There was no curtain.

I still followed through with my lines, telling her to go ahead. She glared at me, before she actually walked into the shower and showered with her clothes on. It was weird, like it wasn't actually supposed to be part of the script.

After she got out of the shower, I commented that she was going to get a cold. I guess I was just trying to keep the script going, the improv, but I think I really was worried about her health.

She said something about not showering naked in front of me and I said I would've turned around if she had asked. She said I never answered her questions- which was true per my character. I told her I told her my name and she said it could've been fake- which is true.

I asked how old she was and she asked the question right back at me, the way I knew she was going to. I told her 32 and she didn't answer at first. I teased her about that and she was very serious when she said 19.

That confused me just a bit. 'Cause her script said she was 23 and her movie age was supposed to be 17.

Then she went on. Told me how she graduated, how she was going to go to some college I'd never heard of before and become a doctor of sorts. Then she seemed to break the fourth wall, telling me her parents were going to celebrate by taking her to see the new Marvel movie.

That Dr. Strange and Iron Man were her favorite characters and how she'd never seen any of the Captain America movies.

It was so confusing. I wasn't entirely sure now when we were being recorded for the scenes and when we weren't. Apparently, there was camera crews behind the scenes so that everything was more 'authentic.'

She asked me to take her back to her room when she was crying. I've never seen someone cry so realistically before. Usually they're trying not to laugh or smile.

I'm starting to rethink everything.

I brought her down to the dining room. I waited in my usual spot.

One of the boys got impatient and touched the food when I guess they weren't supposed to. I was surprised that the effect seemed to be on him. The white lightning around his body.

Some of the children screamed, some fell of their chairs. But my eyes sought out Y/N. She had her eyes closed, crying. She had told me how much she loved life in general, how much these children 'dying' meant to her.

Except now I don't think I should be putting these 'marks' around the words. Because I think they really are dying.

I could smell the burning flesh of the dead boy.

JOURNAL ENTRY FOUR:

Y/N yelled at Tempus after more children died. Looking around, none of the other guards seemed fazed but me. Then again, I hadn't recognized a single person here. Not one. I thought Frank Gillo might've been here, cause Rumlow was a pretty big part of HYDRA, but so far I hadn't seen him.

Tempus told the children they could eat now, but when several of the children reached out, they toppled out of their chairs in electric sparks too.

I felt absolutely sick. Unless I was misunderstanding things, about six children had just died in front of me. I know understood why Y/N was so angry with me. I really was letting children die.

Y/N stood up, her chair toppling backwards. "I've found I'm not hungry anymore." She had said and then went to storm out of the room. I caught up with her, trying to stay in character though my head was spinning. I couldn't get caught. I had to contact the others, had to let them know to send for the police. Had to get these children out of here without myself ending up dead. I was the only adult here who seemed to care. I was the only one that could save these children.

Tempus told me to take her to the arena, to put her inside the minigame. I told her I would and took Y/N there.

I did my best to stay in character, telling her she was a depressing character with no optimism. I wanted to see how she would react.

She slapped me across the face. The sting of the impact hurt. I had never actually been slapped so hard- except on accident. She really wasn't acting.

I can remember her words, word for word as she berated me for calling her a character:

"Character?" She asked quietly. "Is this some sort of book to you? A movie? A game? I'm sorry if I'm not optimistic. Maybe you're blind, but your boss back there just killed a bunch of kids because she could. For no reason. I guess the games weren't progressing far enough. So sorry if I'm depressed. I just realized I'm not going to see my family again. Sorry about being depressed though. Sorry for not being more optimistic. I'll try and make it more exciting for you next time."

I didn't blame her.

Tempus eventually came in and told me to leave. I did.

I watched the entire thing on the screen, wondering if the monsters were real. I wondered if the wolves were really wolves, or just well trained dogs.

When she cut off her own pinky I threw up. I was shaking when I had to take her back to her room. When I had to address the poorly amputated pinky myself.

I tried to pretend I had no idea what had happened. My hands were trembling as I wrapped the bleeding stump.

I didn't even hear half the words she was saying, though I was sure she was saying something about me being afraid of some blood while I killed people. I had never killed anyone in my life. Sure, Bucky had, but that wasn't real.

It wasn't supposed to be real.

I told her I'd get her more blankets and make sure a doctor took care of it.

I went to Tempus and demanded it, pretending to demand it as the winter soldier slowly falling in love with the charge. I got the blanket and was told a doctor would see her in the morning.

I asked how it happened.

"An accident, unfortunately." Tempus had said, feigning sympathy. "I'll have to file a report with the boss of course. The door just snapped it right off."

I just winced in sympathy and then told her to make sure a doctor would check it out so it didn't get infected.

I went to find my phone later, so that I could contact Chris or Robert or Benedict or Tom, but found it was missing. That made my blood run cold. I wondered where my phone was. I'm guessing its been taken, so I'm starting to carry this journal around with me. I'll have to if I don't want them to find it.

JOURNAL ENTRY FIVE:

I paid attention during the games more than I ever did. I'm noticing that the special effects seem to happen right away, which has never happened in any movie I've ever made before. Usually, the special effects are afterwards.

It really is real.

I'm paying close attention to Y/N. I need to keep her alive. I've come to care for her so much, more than just a friend. I think I might actually be in danger of falling in love with her, now that everything is real.

She spent almost an hour looking for everyone, looking completely dejected.

Tempus told me to get ready for my next scene, and I climbed up the ladder into a very small room. I could see through the wall- which was like a two way mirror. I could hear the same sounds as a girl came around the corner. She was making the same sounds as those in the maze Y/N had to go through.

When Y/N heard them, she panicked, the hammer colliding with what she probably thought was a monster.

When she saw she hit the ground, she panicked, cradling the girls body in her arms, sobbing. My heart went out to her, as I tried to keep my eyes off of the dead girl. I wasn't prepared for this stuff. It was all supposed to be fake. It wasn't supposed to be real.

I was an actor. I dealt with fake death, fake love, fake everything. Not this.

The lights went out and I knew that was my cue. I slid the panel to the left and pulled her in. She was hyperventilating, an overwhelming stench of blood flowing to my nostrils.

I tried to remember my lines. I thought if I could just keep in line with the script, I could get through this. I could help her get through this.

Y/N couldn't breathe.

I kissed her.

I hadn't meant to. It was to early in the script. But it just happened and I couldn't regret it. She clutched at me desperately, trying to hold onto something. I think it really helped, because she was calmer when I pulled away.

I told her she needed to take the girl to the tank and everything would be okay. I told her to survive for me, and her friends.

She went off again and I climbed back down the ladder. Tempus was there. She nodded to me, "A bit early, but I think the viewers will appreciate it."

I excused myself to the bathroom to throw up.

Maybe this is all a huge nightmare and I'll wake up back in my house with Margarita and Betty, the woman on one side and the dog on the other. She'll ask me what's wrong in Russian first because she's half-asleep, and then wake up a little more and ask me the question again in English.

But I know in reality it's not. I wonder if she's worried that it's been almost a week or so since she's heard from me.

I still can't feel guilty about the kiss, even though I now know everything is real.

I made it back to the room to watch Y/N. I'm still telling myself that I'm only invested in her survival because she's just a kid. They're all just kids.

I don't know if I believe my words or not.

A boy just smashed her knee to pieces with the hammer before Tempus automatically killed him for breaking the rules.

I watched her struggle as she figured out a way to continue the game. How she kept pushing herself, fighting, collapsing, and getting up again.

I had to hand it to her- she was strong.

She finally found a wheelchair. She used it for as much as she could before she had to get on her feet again.

The players rushed through the doors, winning the game. Y/N finally collapsed out of the door too.

I rushed over to her, picking her up in my arms.

Tempus told me to take her to Doctor List.

The name didn't ring a bell with me until I got there. I nearly let his real name slip off my tongue, but we both stayed in character.

He left the room once and came back with a second doctor and then came back out to talk to me, "How'd she break her knee?"

"A boy smashed it." I muttered. "Henry, this is real. All of it. Have you realized that?"

Henry looked around and nodded slightly. "I have. I leave tomorrow. I'll alert them."

"Good." Was all I could say before I was able to take Y/N back to her room.

She needed help getting into her pajamas. I did, though I felt embarrassed of course.

JOURNAL ENTRY SIX:

I feel sick. Tempus just told me they're doing another improv scene: A rape. Y/N versus the doctor. Not Henry, he already left. But the real doctor. She said I could wait and then I would save her and it would continue the love interest between the two of us.

I don't know if I can even go through it. After everything that's happened in this place, I can only imagine that if I weren't to break into the room it might actually happen.

I can't let it happen. 

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[chloesimaginationthings]

Gregory knows he looks LIKE HIM in FNAF..

[pokimoko]

I can't keep being fundamentally changed as a person by animated movies, it's just not sustainable.

[xxplastic-cubexx]

brain please wake up and draw

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