#the cabin in the woods sentence starters

[stardustprompts]

the cabin in the woods  sentence starters change tenses/pronouns as needed !!  some lines have been edited for clarity / length / ease of roleplaying tw ;   death ,  drugs ,  violence ,  language ,  alcohol mention

‘that’s never been a stable scenario.’ 

‘it’s not the first time it’s come down to that.’ 

‘are you even listening to me?’ 

‘I’m getting insecure about it now.’ 

‘we have a lake, and a keg. no more learning!’

‘I learned it from you, okay? I learned it from watching you!’

‘you have no pants.’ 

‘I’m shutting right up.’ 

‘what are you, stoned?’ 

‘I hope this is the right road. it doesn’t even show up on gps. it is unworthy of global positioning.’ 

‘that’s the whole point. get off the grid, right?’ 

‘society needs to crumble. we’re all just too chickenshit to let it.’ 

‘I’ve missed your rants.’ 

‘you will come to see things my way.’ 

‘you were rude to my friend.’ 

‘I didn’t even like hearing that.’ 

‘am I on speakerphone?’ 

‘come on, (name). life is risk.’

‘hey, what is that? in the lake, right there.’

‘there’s something else in the lake. it’s a gorgeous man!’ 

‘don’t kill the gorgeous man, we’re endangered!’ 

‘more than anything I just want this moment to end.’ 

‘truth or dare?’

‘what the hell was that?’ 

‘uh, that makes what kind of sense?’ 

‘what do you think is down there?’ 

‘I’m not sure it’s awesome to be down here.’ 

‘I’m drawing a line in the fucking sand here. do not read the latin.’ 

‘stop being a fucking baby.’ 

‘can we not talk about people in pieces anymore tonight?’ 

‘I have a theory about all this.’ 

‘you seriously believe nothing weird is going on?’ 

‘you’re not seeing what you don’t wanna see.’ 

‘we are not who we are.’

‘I’m the boss of my own brain, so give it up!’

‘I thought there’d be stars.’ 

‘we are abandoned.’ 

‘I’m not leaving here without (name)!’

‘we gotta play it safe. no matter what happens, we have to stay together.’

‘we should split up. we can cover more ground that way.’ 

‘my parents are gonna think I’m such a burnout.’ 

‘I’ll get help.’

‘I’ll fucking limp for help.’ 

‘I’m coming back here. I’m coming back here with cops, and choppers and large fucking guns and those things are gonna pay.’ 

‘you’re missing the point.’ 

‘please, do not go nuts on me, okay, (name)? you’re all I’ve got now.’ 

‘tequila is my lady!’

‘you figured everything.’ 

‘where else are we gonna go?’ 

‘we chose. they made us choose.’

‘they made us choose how we die.’ 

‘why are you trying to kill us?’ 

‘you shouldn’t be here.’ 

‘what’s happening to you is part of something bigger.’ 

‘you’ve seen horrible things.’

‘it’s our task to placate the ancient ones. as it’s yours to be offered up to them.’

‘kill him.’

‘this is part of a ritual.’ 

‘the sun is coming up in eight minutes. if you live to see it, the world will end.’ 

‘maybe that’s the way it should be. if you’ve gotta kill all my friends to survive, maybe it’s time for a change.’ 

‘you can die with them, or you can die for them.’

‘there is no other way.’ 

‘you have to be strong.’ 

‘I’m so sorry I almost shot you.’

‘I’m sorry I let you get attacked by a werewolf.’

‘I’m sorry I let you get attacked by a werewolf and then ended the world.’

‘I think you were right ... humanity ... it’s time to give someone else a chance.’ 

[interroblog]

I started free writing last week and it tripled my daily word counts so I feel the need to evangelize 👀

I’m in the “figuring out what happens in this story” stage of plotting which is what it’s been really great for, but I can see it helping any time you need to solve problems or get ideas. Here’s the rules I use for myself, hopefully someone else will find it helpful

Write every thought. All of my free writing sessions start with a ramble about how I’m going to start free writing, then I write all the things I could explore until I latch onto one and go.

No thought is too undeveloped. Even if it’s a poorly written sentence fragment or idea about an idea… it might lead to something else, so it goes in.

Chase your ideas! If I’m writing about one idea and I suddenly get another, I’ll just immediately swap to writing about that. I can always finish that other idea later, but I know I’d forget about the new one. It’s easier to remember a half-written idea than a fully unwritten one.

Writing something doesn’t mean I’m going with it. I’ve written down ideas then immediately after added “But I don’t like that because (reason)”. It almost always leads me to writing about another idea that I like a lot more

Basically, it’s not about what you write. It’s about the ideas it leads you to. It’s so helpful for making me get out of my head and solidify thoughts so I can build on them. I’ll put three excerpts from my free writing doc under the cut to show off the different levels of “quality”

“there’s only one bridge into this area, it’s closed for flooding after snow melt. So that’s why they’re stuck in this area. Amp brings them back to his cabin? Doesn’t want to let a bunch of kids sleep outside. There’s two layers to his interactions, the truth that he would die for these fuckers because they are his family- and the lie he’s telling them. It’s the latter I’m trying to figure out.

they first meet him at the gas station, then later [note: here I skipped to the next line to follow a new thought I had, then never went back to finish this one because it connected back anyway]

They’re camping in the woods when they see something tall and inhuman. The moonlight reaches it and they see amp with a torch and a bag (torch??? Who am i) of food, fire starter, and a blanket (given to Saint, who then forces tab to share it with him because he feels awkward. Cuties)

He says he saw their car on the road, it’s march and he didn’t want anyone freezing to death. (There’s the hint that he didn’t just see their car but he knew to be looking for them. He didn’t just happen to have all that stuff on him, after all.)”

“time to free write 500 words real fast cause i wanna get to 2k. What are we working with. I think I’ve got some good stuff right now, it all just needs to fall into place. Let’s see how it goes, listing arcs.

There’s Saint’s arc which i still need to define more, it’s been changing a lot as the story develops which is good!! The goal!! I don’t want to solidify it too much, but it goes”

“let’s see… i really want it to build on itself, and the surgery stuff feels too out of place or like a regression, even though it’s literally the point of the story. Maybe it’s the fact they go home? I could try having the surgery take place in the underground with saint only thinking he’s back at a hospital- but that undermines a lot of the stuff with the parents if it isn’t real”

[emeraldxphoenix]

plotted starter for @wildcxrds for Alex

It’s infuriating to travel everywhere by foot. Asgard has horses and ships, and Midgard has cars, boats and planes, but the only transport currently available to Loki is his own two feet. Any use of his magic beyond the basic signature concealment spell he uses would advertise his whereabouts to his pursuers – Heimdall, Thor, Odin – like a fucking beacon. Which would obviously be game over. Not that Loki thinks his adoptive father would kill him for what he’s done ( – though such a sentence might actually be a mercy – ) but the trickster doesn’t doubt that Odin would imprison him, leaving him a sitting duck for Thanos and the punishment sure to follow. All in all, not a viable outcome.

Which leaves him to walk across this damn realm, scurrying from bolt hole to bolt hole like a fox being hunted, or a rat that knows the palace cats are nearby. It would be humiliating, if the god weren’t so focussed on simply surviving. There is no plan this time, no scheme, merely the desperation to keep moving, and the need for his fractured mind and broken body to heal. When that finally happens, if it ever does, the trickster will make a plan.

Dried leaves crunch underfoot as the god comes to an abrupt halt. Between tree trunks, comfortably concealed some distance away, sits the outline of horizontal logs and a low hanging roof. Gaze flicks down his body, over stolen clothes and long, matted hair. Perhaps he can beg – or steal – some aid. Perhaps, out here in the middle of nowhere, his face will not be known. Cautiously, Loki bends his steps towards the cabin.

Thud. One boot makes contact with the lowest step. “Hello?” Thud. And another. “Is anyone here?”. Thud. “I am here to... I need help.” Thud. “I was… lost in the woods. And I… fell.” Slightly lame, as lies go, but hopefully it will do for now.

[mercifulxdeath]

— "won't be slain here" musiclide (feat. Littleflecks, Tohru & Freeced). a series of sentence starters based on the song.

you're on a path in the woods, in the woods there's a cabin, and the heart of a threat to the world has been trapped in

a damsel in distress who is planning on distracting the wielder of a blade from a fate that must happen...

apocalypse is looming and it's riding on your fate.

no more birds, no more trees.

no more night and no more day

cause the ending will retreat with every letter that I say inside the hell developing in the event that shе escapes...

it's been a while, it felt like years

you came to rescue me?

my hero! you're the saviour here?

how fearsome could this princess be?

don't leave me chained here

do as you should and set me free!

as you step into the night, you'll soon be scaling up the hill

you must keep moving, no more days here left to kill

all that's left for you: a princess and a blade upon a table

if you claim yourself unable: i advise you slay her still

there must be another way! 

no. it's wrong to have her slain!

throw away that blade i pray!

this maiden also has a say!

this is no item for debate

she'll be lying to your face

all your piety and grace, we'll all be dying if she's saved!

by design she may look normal but don't trust her, she's not

deep behind those crying eyes there's a devil with a plot

don't you foolishly pretend you won't be left down here to rot

or be cruel and promise clemency, then end her on the spot

she could take her powers back

trained believers are but victims waiting later down the track

so don't listen, little voices may distract you from the act

take a breath, take a step...

and have a stab

no stranger way to meet

well after death, my heart will beat!

so send her to the depths, make her pay for what she's done!

when you're slain you don't forget

drive that blade between her lungs!

if our "friend" doesn't remember let him think we've just begun!

days mean nothing in the maw of forever

day dreams mocking as i claw and dismember

chain me up

but we'll still be together

forgiveness was a privilege: now it's all out war

as she dives into the darkness, you're in fear of what comes next

you try to run away, perhaps you'll die another day

what would you risk to feel the breeze?

to see the sky, the birds, the trees?

down to the bone it's what I need

i die; i'll take you down with me

[steddie-island]

🖋️Writing patterns🖋️

Rules: list the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there's a pattern!

Thank you for the tags @wynnyfryd and @wormdebut 😘 I love stuff like this, it's so fucking cute.

Truthfully, Eddie hadn’t expected that they would make it to a year. (Forever Yours, (Faithfully) )

Everything clicked into place while Eddie was halfway through drying one of Joyce’s plates. (Nothin' but the kitchen sink)

Eddie didn’t have a name. (Apollo)

Steve was going to lose it. (Extended Edition)

Eddie was fucked. (In the beginning)

They’d been looking for the cabin for half an hour. (Cabin in the Woods)

No matter how many times they did this, how many times he did this, it always made Steve’s stomach twitch with nerves. (Vixen)

Steve had seen enough bad shit in his life to know that a trail of blood droplets was never a good thing. (First Responder)

“Are the girls finally asleep?” (Christmas Magic)

It’s for a good cause. (For A Good Cause)

I think this says I write Eddie a lot more than I do Steve, lol. And also my starter sentences are either really long or really short, there's no inbetween.

I feel like everyone I would be tagging has done this already so if you have not been tagged consider this me no pressure tagging you!

[countlessrealities]

@diiistcntlcnds ~ Morty & Marsha (platonic) for the Valentine's starter call

This is a bad idea. A stupid idea.

That thought kept bouncing around Morty's mind as he stood a step away from the door of Marsha's cabin. He wanted to do it properly, knock and all, because he refused to add a third break-in to the list. That would have been beyond awkward, not that he was feeling any better now, and he was sure that the princess' patience for that sort of stunts would have eventually run out. So, he had better not to push it, if he could avoid it.

Sucking in a breath, the teen steadied his grip on the small pot he was holding and rapped his knuckles against the wood before he could chicken out. A few seconds passed, his heartbeat speeding up with awkward anxiety.

Maybe she wasn't home. Maybe he could still turn around and leave, and she would have never known. Oh, wouldn't have that been easier?

But, of course, he wasn't so lucky...or maybe unlucky? It was hard to tell...and eventually the door was pulled open, revealing his friend.

"Uh, h-hey, Marsha, I was...you know, i-in the neighbourhood and I thought to...stop by." That sentence would have been a blunt excuse even if they hadn't lived in two different dimensions. "I-I don't know if you have that stuff here, b-but...today it's...it's Valentine's Day on Earth an-and it can, uh, be celebrated with friends too, so...I-I got you something."

And with that, he thrust the pot towards the hybrid, offering her, perhaps with too much haste, the small, bonsai-like bush of yellow roses that grew inside it. He had figured that she might not have appreciated a normal bouquet, so he had gotten her something she could plant.

Also, yellow roses were a symbol of friendship...according to Google.

[burnxngslash]

message within the leaves: BAD SITUATIONS: STARTERS | Send ❄️ for our muses to get trapped outside in a blizzard / snowstorm together (on the upside, terrorists can’t reach Sonia and Lupin in the snow. On the downside, they should probably find somewhere to to take shelter) | sender: @more-than-a-princess | 𝙽𝙾 𝙻𝙾𝙽𝙶𝙴𝚁 𝙰𝙲𝙲𝙴𝙿𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶

━━   ❝  𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠.  ❞   They’ve retreated within the woods during this merciless blizzard, the city was no longer safe after that ball, they’ve already publicized towards their enemies that they were around, they were watching and they were planning on fighting back. Since then, the organization had tried their damnest to recapture the princess but it was not something Lupin was going to allow. He’d often say things on the line of she’s his treasure to steal or claiming that he would die before he lets any of them lay a finger on her. It was beyond being cocky as it is being territorial and selfish.

“Hmm, isn’t that ominous.” A cabin located in the woods, it really reminded him of the many movies he’s seen with her when they would encounter nothing but supernatural entities, or wendigos of the like. “This would have to do 𝙼𝚘𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚎𝚞𝚛, not the romantic get away..-” Sentence paused as he leans downwards to pick the cold hard lock and allowed the door to slowly creek open.

[e-m-p-error]

"How old do ya think I am?" - cabin in the woods starters, take it however ya want

cabin in the woods sentence starters

[ Valentino ]

"Older than me, aren't you?" Then again, Valentino had died in his thirties. By that merit, he was usually older than those around him, but he was much younger than others simply due to when they'd been born. It was hard for him to tell.

"I mean, you said something, something you died in the '40s, didn't you? I was born in '39."

[thesmokingun]

@laebyrinths​​ asked :  i stabbed him 22 times and slit his throat, and then shot him in the head. that's not why i'm here / liv

SCREAM VI SENTENCE STARTERS status : accepting!!

'okay...'  reaching  out  she  snagged  the  bottle  from  the  other  girl.  nat  didn't  react  because  living  out  there  in  the  middle  of  the  woods,  freezing  and  starving  to  death,  she'd  heard  and  seen  way   worse.  she  doubted  liv  was  telling  the  truth.  logically   how  could  she  be?  but  at  this  point  what  did  it  even  matter  if  she'd  killed  the  whole  fucking   population  of  wiskayok?  they  were  all  going  to  die  out  there  and  miserably  so.  'no  more  of  this  for  you  tonight.'  liv  clearly  couldn't  handle  her  liquor.  'let's  get  you  back  to  the  cabin.'  dead  mans  alcohol  stash  was  something  that  she  should  perhaps  save  just  for  her  heart  to  hearts  with  coach  and  not  share  with  anyone  else.  especially  liv.  

[xxonceuponafuckxx]

“I’m not done with you. Turn over.”

Gaston to Ruby

Noncon Sentence Starter

Ruby played her part as the wide-eyed, innocent maiden well because it wasn't a lie. He had found her in the woods near her cabin, binding her wrists and gagging her. She pleaded with him as he threw her against a tree, exposing his cock and prepping her.

In his frustration, he threw her cloak on the ground. Suddenly Ruby stood up straight, kicking him back and turning to look at him. She shook her head at his order, pulling her wrists apart as the rope snapped under her strength. Ruby reached out, grabbing him by his neck and throwing him against the tree. She snarled, growling in his ear as she pressed against his back to hold him down. Something truly primal took over without her cloak to suppress it. Ruby bound his wrists with his rope, grabbing her cloak and dragging him back to her cabin.

@disney-dalliances

[greatwrath]

“you understand what's at stake, here?”

— Abraham Lincoln

CABIN IN THE WOODS SENTENCE STARTERS

She knows that civil war, no matter which side emerges from the fray victorious, leaves a grotesque wound that never heals. Over time, the wound festers and becomes gangrenous, spreading division and paranoia wherever it can, until, eventually, both the victor and the defeated are destroyed. None are exempt, and none are safe.

But the death knell has already sounded for this man and his entire nation. It is unavoidable. Though Azrael has interfered in this matter several times—from causing Confederate artillery to fire on Confederate troops to sending slave owners into the swamps to be eaten alive by alligators—it will not affect the outcome.

Unfortunately, they must know the consequences, and thereby learn the lesson, even though Azrael suspects it will take a few more times for the point to sink in. And, as an Archangel in exile, she will have to see it all too, over and over again until the end of days. This man has the good fortune of being able to leave it all behind with the blessing of a bullet to the head.

"I suspect even you don't even know the answer to that question," Azrael answers.

[memelleity]

cabin in the woods sentence starters

❝ everyone knows you can’t trust swedes. ❞

❝ does this mean you’re not in the betting pool?  ❞

❝ oh, my god! your hair. it’s blonde.  ❞

❝ if you treat this like a setup, i’m gonna have no fun at all. ❞

❝ think fast! … faster than that. sorry.  ❞

❝ people in this town drive in a very counterintuitive manner. ❞

❝ do you wanna spend the weekend in jail? ❞

❝ statistical fact.. cops will never pull over a man with a huge bong in his car. why? they fear this man. they know he sees further than they, and he will bind them with ancient logics. ❞

❝ society needs to crumble. we’re all just too chicken-shit to let it. ❞

❝ did they tell you that being prepped is not the same as being prepared? ❞

❝ ask me that again, only slower. ❞

❝ you’re a pig. ❞

❝ i’ll see it when i believe it. ❞

❝ am i on speakerphone? ❞

❝ what happens next? ❞

❝ oh, that’s cold! ❞

❝ i’m gonna kill you!  ❞

❝ more than anything, i just want this moment to end. ❞

❝ let’s get this party started! ❞

❝ okay, my turn. truth or dare? ❞

❝ have you ever seen a moose before? ❞

❝ i am new in town. how did you know? ❞

❝ what do you think is down there? ❞

❝ sorry, i just scared myself. ❞

❝ i don’t make up the rules. ❞

❝ okay, i’m drawing a line in the fucking sand, here. do not read the latin. ❞

❝ stop being a fucking baby. ❞

❝ they’re entirely separate species. like the difference between an elephant and an elephant seal. ❞

❝ monsters. magic. gods. you get used to it. ❞

❝ i am never gonna see a merman. ever. ❞

❝ there’s too much riding on this. ❞

❝ are you feeling lonely, ____? ❞

❝ i have a theory about all this… ❞

❝ you seriously believe nothing weird is going on? ❞

❝ you’re not seeing what you don’t wanna see. ❞

❝ pop-tarts? did you say you have pop-tarts? ❞

❝ ____, i love you, but you’re really high. ❞

❝ we are not who we are. ❞

❝ i’m gonna go read a book with pictures ❞

❝ it’s a weird kind of night. ❞

❝ i’m sorry about tonight. ❞

❝ your basic human needs disgust me. ❞

❝ okay, baby. let’s see some boobies. ❞

❝ i’m gonna go for a walk. ❞

❝ you think i’m a puppet. gonna do a little.. fucking puppet dance! ❞

❝ i thought there’d be stars. ❞

❝ no matter what happens, we have to stay together. ❞

❝ we should split up. we can cover more ground that way. ❞

❝ oh, my god. i’m on a reality tv show. ❞

❝ help me! ❞

❝ this is where he killed them. this is where he’ll kill us. ❞

❝ you like pain? how’s that work for you? ❞

❝ remember when you could just throw a girl in a volcano? ❞

❝ how old do you think i am? ❞

❝ the evil is defeated! ❞

❝ fuck you! fuck you! fuck you! fuck you! ❞

❝ perfect record, huh? ❞

❝ how hard is it to kill nine-year-olds? ❞

❝ you are humanity’s last hope. ❞

❝ what the fuck’s going on? ❞

❝ you’re missing the point. ❞

❝ i don’t understand. you’re celebrating? ❞

❝ i wish that i could do what you do. ❞

❝ i’m just giving you a hard time. come on. ❞

❝ turn the fucking music off. ❞

❝ i had to dismember that guy with a trowel. what have you been up to? ❞

❝ i do know some stuff. ❞

❝ they made us choose how we die. ❞

❝ why are you trying to kill us? ❞

❝ this should’ve gone differently. ended more quickly. ❞

❝ i can only imagine your pain and confusion. but know this. what’s happening to you is part of something bigger.  ❞

❝ this is part of a ritual. ❞

❝ we work with what we have. ❞

❝ if you’ve got to kill all my friends to survive.. maybe it’s time for a change. ❞

❝ you can die with them… or you can die for them. ❞

❝ there is no other way. ❞

❝ you have to be strong. ❞

❝ i’m so sorry i almost shot you. i probably wouldn’t have. ❞

❝ i’m sorry i let you get attacked by a werewolf and then ended the world. ❞

❝ giant evil gods. i wish i could’ve seen them. ❞

❝ that would have been a fun weekend. ❞

[trickormemes]

The Cabin in the Woods sentence starters

94 starters feel free to change gender pronouns content warning: alcohol mention, cussing, drug mention, sexual themes, violence

"You guys better not be messing around in there."

"It's gonna be a long weekend if everyone's that puckered up."

"Are you even listening to me?"

"Why haven't you stuck that asshole's picture on a dart board yet?"

"I can't believe you did it."

"I knew what I was getting into."

"That is the last thing that I want."

"What is this? What are these? What are you doing with these?"

"I'm shutting right up."

"What the fuck is wrong with you, bro?"

"People in this town drive in a very counterintuitive manner. That's what I have to say."

"_____, honey, that is not okay."

"Statistical fact: cops will never pull over a man with a huge bong in his car. Why? They fear this man. They know he sees farther than they, and he will bind them with ancient logics."

"_____, you fetching minx! Do you have any food?"

"I hope this is the right road. It doesn't even show up on GPS. It's unworthy of global positioning."

"Is society crumbling, _____?"

"Society needs to crumble. We're all just too chicken shit to let it."

"You sassin' me, boy?"

"You were rude to my friend."

"Oh my god. It's, uh, beautiful..."

"In ten minutes we're hitting the lake!"

"You've gotta be fucking kidding me. That's just creepy."

"Don't be an ape, _____."

"Thanks for, uh, being decent."

"Oh, ask me that again, only slower..."

"Don't take this lightly, boy."

"Come on, _____. Life is risk."

"I'm gonna kill you!"

"You are so dead!"

"More than anything I just want this moment to end."

"Seems a little harsh, doesn't it?"

"Let's get this party started!"

"I'm living in a womb of reefer. Leave me alone."

"No, no, no, there's no need to huff and puff. I'll let you come in..."

"What the hell was that?"

"What do you think's down there?"

"Sorry, I just scared myself."

"I'm not sure it's awesome to be down here."

"Maybe we should go back upstairs."

"Jesus, can we not—?"

"Okay, I'm drawing a line in the fucking sand here."

"Stop being a fucking baby."

"They're like something from a nightmare."

"Can we not talk about people and pieces anymore tonight?"

"Oh, are you feeling lonely, _____?"

"_____, do you wanna go lie down?"

"Don't push me around!"

"You seriously believe nothing weird is going on?"

"You're not seeing what you don't want to see."

"Pop Tarts? Did you say you have Pop Tarts?"

"I'm sorry about tonight."

"Do I lose points if I tell you I'm having a pretty nice time?"

"What are you running away for?"

"Oh, did I get a little beer on your shirt? I guess it'll have to come off, huh?"

"Your basic human needs disgust me. Get out of here."

"It's so dark. Take me inside."

"Okay, baby, let's see some boobies."

"What are you—what are you gonna do to me?"

"_____, man, you gotta wake up. Your shit is topsy-turvy."

"What are you saying, huh? What do you want?"

"I'm the boss of my own brain, so give it up."

"I thought there'd be stars. We are abandoned."

"Where are you hurt? Is all of this from you?"

"We gotta get out of here."

"Look, we gotta lock this place down."

"No matter what happens, we have to stick together."

"This isn't right. We should split up. We can cover more ground that way."

"This is where he killed them. This is where he kills us."

"Let's move! Come on! Come on, let's go!"

"What the fuck's going on?"

"I can't believe this, man. This ain't happening."

"We can't go back. There's no way across?"

"Don't hold back."

"Please do not go nuts on me, okay, _____? You're all I've got now."

"God damn, that was close!"

"I don't understand. You're celebrating?"

"I wish that I could do what you do."

"I'm just giving you a hard time. Come on, give us a hug."

"Turn the fucking music off."

"What is this place?"

"Yeah, I had to dismember that guy with a trowel. What have you been up to?"

"Somebody sent those dead fucks up here to get us."

"Where else are we gonna go?"

"Why are you trying to kill us?"

"You shouldn't be here. This should've gone differently, ended more quickly."

"Get the fucker off me!"

"Fuck, we're running out of time!"

"They don't just wanna see us killed. They wanna see us punished."

"You can die with them or you can die for them."

"I'm so sorry I almost shot you. I probably wouldn't have."

"I'm sorry I let you get attacked by a werewolf and then ended the world."

"You were right. Humanity... It's time to give someone else a chance."

"I wish I could've seen them."

"That would've been a fun weekend."

[wrestlezaynia]

“I know that you’re scared.” For the angst prompts!!!

"Rustic Getaway."

Credit to @fuckyeahrhodesscholars-blog for the image. A/N: Replaced "scared" with "nervous" to better set the scene. Simple angst sentence starters.

Summary: Damien invites Cody to a romantic retreat in the woods.

Cody sat near the fireplace, fully immersed by the flickering flames. The cabin belonged to Damien's Great Uncle who left it to him after he passed. He was looking forward to exploring the wilderness with his better half, when a pair of strong arms engulf him from behind.

"Good evening, Mr. Rhodes." Damien greets him with a kiss to his temple. "Can I tempt you with a piping hot cup of cocoa to lift your spirits?" He asks, offering Cody the mug before sitting beside him.

The younger male proceeds to take a sip of the searing beverage, a dollop of whipped cream clinging to his mustache as a result.

"Allow me." Damien intervenes, taking it upon himself to gently smear the liquid with his thumb. A look of concentration etched on his face.

All the while Cody watches intently, his gaze never falters. He reaches for Damien's hand and slips his thumb into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it sensually. Smirking at Damien's stunned expression.

When it comes to fornication, Cody is far more experienced. In fact, Damien has never been intimate with another man. He was far too invested in his studies to pursue a relationship. Cody was fully supportive and never pressured him, but as he gazes back into his soft blue eyes, a fire ignited in his belly spurring him on. "Cody..." His name escaping his lips as a whisper.

The manner in which Damien says his name sends shivers up Cody's spine as he finds himself leaning close. "Yes, Damien?" He asks softly.

He could feel his heart skip a beat as Cody's warm breath emerges in wisps, their lips mere inches apart. "I'm ready." He murmurs breathlessly, his stomach fluttering with excitement.

Cody's heartbeat starts to quicken upon hearing this. "I know that you're nervous, but I'll be here to guide you every step of the way." He reassures him, reaching up to cup his cheek. "I love you, Damien."

Tears begin to well in his warm chocolate eyes as he nuzzles into Cody's palm, brushing a kiss in the center. "I love you too, Cody."

Tagging: @spaghettiisinmysoul and @shanie-the-toyaddict.

[mythicandco]

“Hey, guess what?” Philip asks one day. 

This is a regular occurrence. Edward’s younger goofball brother will come home from an outing in the woods without supervision (how he always manages to sneak out, Edward doesn’t know and probably never will) and return with a creature or demon that either tries to eat him or tries to eat someone else. It’s always resolved in the end, and frankly is more annoying than anything else. 

So when Philip pokes his head through the doorway of their shared cabin and asks this, Edward doesn’t even look up from his book as he responds, “What?” 

“I found a couple of kids in the forest!” Philip replies with all the enthusiasm as when he first presented his swan carving to their parents back in the Human Realm, back when the brothers where children. Edward falls out of his chair. 

“WHAT?” 

Philip gets that smug expression all over his face and steps aside to reveal, indeed, a pair of children - a shorter, skinnier girl with slightly darker skin, brown eyes, and short hair. She’s wearing a dark blue and purple cape, and she keeps shifting her weight from foot to foot, a nervous-excited energy keeping her from completely standing still. 

But the second one causes Edward to stop in his tracks. He looks to be about sixteen, and is wearing a white cloak and golden, triangular clasp, but it’s his bright red palisman that catches Edward’s attention. That, and the shape of his nose, the style and color of his hair - other than his strange red eyes, he looks like an exact copy of Edward, albeit a younger version. The children must make the same connection because the boy takes a step back and the girl’s eyes light up. 

“OH MY GOSH! Hunter, he looks just like you!” She shakes the boy’s shoulders and he grunts and pushes her off. Unfazed, the girl dashes up to Edward and holds out her hand. “Hello old version of Hunter,” she beams, “I’m Luz Noceda. Nice to meet you!” 

Edward awkwardly takes the girl’s hand and gives his brother a “What the Hell is this?” look that Philip misses completely. “Um... hello, Luz,” he says. Her name is strange in his mouth. “Edward Wittebane.” 

“I totally thought your name was gonna be William for some reason,” she scratches her chin thoughtfully for a moment before picking up enthusiasm again. “There’s a lot of weird stuff going on right now, but maybe you guys can help us!” She waves at who Edward presumes to be Hunter, and the boy makes a face. “For starters - why do you two look exactly the same?” Her eyes widen even further, somehow, and she lets out a dramatic gasp. “What if you’re a clone? Oooh, angsty backstories, eeeeee!” She jumps up and down a little bit. 

Hunter looks at his hands and up at Edward. “No, that’s not possible,” he says. “My parents were killed by wild magic, there’s no way I’m a clone. It... has to be something else.” His voice wavers, and then he adds, “Belos took me in, remember?”

“Oh.” Luz shrugs, oblivious. “Worth a shot.” 

Philip freezes. Edward notices. 

“Did you say ‘Belos’?” 

Both kids look up at him. “Yeah.” 

Philip frowns, his expression confused and more than a little worried. “Belos is my middle name. I never told you that, so where did you hear it?” 

Luz’s eyes widen even more - that girl is going to hurt herself - and she stares at the youngest Wittebane brother. “Your middle name is the what now.”

Hunter lets out a strangled laugh. His legs fold underneath him and he curls up against the wall. “Oh, no no no. That’s not possible. Sorry.” 

Edward glances at the boy. “Is he alright?” 

“NO!” Hunter leaps to his feet, edging on hysteria. “No, that cannot be your middle name,” he looks at Philip, “no, I am not okay,” he looks at Edward, “Luz, we have to get back to our time right now.” He grabs the girl by her cloak and starts dragging her towards the door. 

“Ahh! Let me go!” She snatches the cape out of his hands. The little red palisman on the boy’s shoulder lets out an angry chirping noise. “Hunter, calm down! Maybe-” but she stops mid-sentence, and turns to face Philip again. “Oh. Whoa.” 

“I think I’m missing something,” Edward says. Philip shrugs, for once just as confused as his brother. 

“So, uh, we’re from the future,” Luz explains. “Probably should’ve mentioned that earlier. Belos is... ah... well, um, it doesn’t really matter,” she smiles uncomfortably. “But we know him. You. I guess.” 

Philip pauses, biting his tongue, but curiosity takes over and he leans forward. “You’re from the future? What’s it like? Do Edward and I ever return home?” 

Luz squirms under the weight of the questions. Hunter stares at Philip, horrified realization in his eyes. Edward feels like he’s only understanding a fraction of the conversation. 

“We need to get back to our time,” Luz says instead, her hands clenching into fists. “And I’m pretty sure you’re the only ones who can help us.” She closes her eyes. “Please?” 

[plaidbooks]

Cabin Life - The Beginning

A/N: You all need to blame both @storiesofsvu and @berniesilvas for this! I want woodsman!Sonny to be real so fucking bad, so that he can sweep me off my feet. Anyways, this covers the Cabin in the Woods square in @storiesofsvu fall bingo!

I don’t mention it in the story, but in my mind, this takes place before he’s in SVU, even before Homicide. I have him mid-late 20s.

Tags: none, just fluff

Words: 1330

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(gif by @dailypeterscanavino)

When Sonny was a kid, his parents would take him and his sisters to their vacation home; a homey cabin nestled in the New Hampshire woods. There were multiple cabins there, spread out over the land, close enough to be considered neighbors, but far enough for privacy. They had basic appliances—a fridge/freezer, a stove/oven, a sink, a bathtub, a shower, a toilet—but everything else was wooden. Dom Sr. eventually put a tv there, just in the master bedroom, so he could keep up with news and sports while they vacationed.

Sonny always loved the little community up there. Everyone was always so nice to him and his family. Which is why, after dealing with atrocities while on the force, he decided to retreat from city life. He hated being surrounded by monsters every day; sure not everyone in New York City was a creep or predator or murderer, but after seeing so much of the city’s underbelly, he was fed up.

He asked his parents if he could move to the New Hampshire house permanently. They would still be able to vacation there, of course—it was a massive, four-bedroom cabin—but he just needed to get away. He agreed to pay for everything, and he still had his cell phone so they could contact him if needed. It didn’t take much convincing for his parents to agree.

It was definitely an adjustment going from the heart of NYC to becoming a woodsman. Sonny grew his hair and beard out and bought plaid jackets—the things he saw woodsman do on tv when he was younger. The cabin needed work, especially clearing up the outside foliage, giving him some sense of purpose. And if he needed food, there were the local markets close by and a grocery store about an hour away.

The locals all remembered the scrawny little boy who spent his summers running around the woods with his sisters, and they all gladly took him under their wings. After Sonny hacked back the overgrowth, Mr. Piper taught him how to do controlled burn piles. Mr. and Mrs. Willis came over soon after, helping him measure out, then build an elevated garden. Mrs. Willis taught him how to make nutrient soil, while Mr. Willis gave him seeds, and taught him how to care for each and every vegetable.

When Sonny got the cabin, he inherited the small apple orchard, too. His pa taught him how to care for the trees while his ma taught him recipes for apple pie, cider, tarts, jams. He noticed how much he relied on bees to pollinate, and Ms. Walters, the local honey provider, taught him which wildflowers were 1) regional to them and 2) attracted bees. Sonny built another elevated garden, this time on his own, and filled it with wildflower seeds Ms. Walters gifted him with.

There was a creek nearby, and one day, Sonny found Mr. Adams fishing in it. Sonny proposed a deal; Mr. Adams gives Sonny an old rod that he wouldn’t miss, and Sonny would teach Mr. Adams the best way to clean and cook the fish. Mr. Adams agreed and gave him a sturdy rod. As Sonny went about cleaning and deboning the fish they had caught, he complimented Mr. Adams on his herb garden.

“Herb gardens aren’t the hardest thing to manage,” he said with a smile, and gifted Sonny with starters for every herb he could think of— “as payment for this phenomenal fish recipe!”

Third elevated garden up and running, Sonny fell into woodsman life easily. His muscles grew, though he was still thin; he was lean, though, not lanky anymore. Any questions he had, the locals had answers for. He grew his own food, fished his own fish, and bought (or traded) meat from the local hunters. Soon enough, the locals were calling him, asking for help with something or other. And Sonny loved all of it.

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During the weekly Autumn Farmer’s Market, Sonny rented a little booth. He had brought multiple apple pies, tarts, bottles of cider, apple chips, packages of herbs, tomatoes, cucumbers, squash, lettuce, and everything else he had in abundance…that would also fit on only two tables. When he first started harvesting, he would give most away, or trade for other goods, but he also needed to make money some way. So, the extras ended up here.

He was in the middle of chatting with Mr. and Mrs. Willis about how his gardens were coming along when he saw you. He froze halfway through a sentence, his jaw hanging open, prompting the Willis’s to turn. Mrs. Willis looked back at Sonny, a knowing smile on her face.

“She just moved back in with her parents; she had been living in New York City for a little bit, trying to make a life there, but, well, as she said herself, she’s not a city girl,” Mrs. Willis explained.

Before Sonny could respond—or tear his eyes from you—you glanced over at him. You smiled warmly, and his heart beat faster. When you started coming towards his little booth, he scrambled to clean himself up, brushing his hair back off his face, smoothing down his shirt, trying to wipe some dirt off the front. Mrs. Willis gave him a smile before looping her arm with her husband and pulling him away.

“Hello! I’m new here, but I must say, your booth is probably my favorite,” you said, still smiling at him.

It took him a moment for his brain to process your words. “O-oh yeah? Why’s that?”

“All of your food looks delicious. I mean, look at this squash! It’s bigger than my head!” you announced, giggling.

He had never heard anything more magical in his life. “Do you like pie? I can give you a slice,” he replied nervously.

“How much?” you asked. You loved both apples and pie, and his looked amazing.

He gave you a soft smile. “It’s on the house; a sweet treat for a pretty woman.”

You felt your face heat and you smiled shyly as he unwrapped a pie and cut into it. He cut off a generous piece, and you opened your mouth to complain about taking it for free, but he brushed you off, placing the piece on a plate and handing it to you. You took a bite, and you swear your taste buds were dancing; it was the most delicious thing you ever tasted before, the sweetness and the tartness balanced perfectly.

You chewed thoughtfully before swallowing it. “That is the best damn pie I’ve ever had. Ever. But please, share with me, Mr.…?”

“Call me Sonny, please. Sonny Carisi,” he replied, a goofy smile pulling across his lips.

You gave him your name, then offered him a bite. You both stood and chatted while exchanging bites of apple pie. He told you about his decision to leave the city and live a simpler life, surrounded by good people. And you told him about how you had always heard of the big city and decided to live there. But after a few months, you missed the woods too much, and you came back home.

“I feel a little silly living back at home in my adult life. I’m hoping to get my own cabin one day…maybe build it from the ground up,” you finished.

Sonny nodded in understanding. “Well, if you ever need anything, anything at all, you can always ask me. I’m not the most knowledgeable about cabin life quite yet, but I have the knowledge of who to call for advice.”

“Well, thank you, Sonny. Maybe I’ll take you up on that,” you replied, and he smiled. Then you leaned over the table of his goods and kissed his scruffy cheek before winking and walking back to your parent’s booth, giving him a little wave. The smile and look of absolute adoration in his eyes would be a fixed image in your mind for a while.