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tansypoisoning · 5 years ago

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Tansy’s Spooky Challenge

Because the World is terrifying :D

To celebrate this milestone (1k followers :O) I’m starting a challenge which hopefully will give back to this community in terms of exposure of less known authors (or just authors that aren’t known by my followers) and in creating more stories. I’m so thankful for all the attention I’ve been given, and I hope to give you guys my attention as well.

I love writing challenges because they give authors motivation to write (sometimes even things out of their comfort zone), because they’re a great way for writer’s to promote themselves, and because it’s a great way for the person hosting it to find more stories and authors they could end up being big fans of :D I especially encourage people with less followers, or whose works I haven’t read to participate.

The main objective of this challenge is to write something that has an element of horror in it. It can range from a situation that seemed scary but is okay, to something that is a little eerie, to pure unadulterated terror. As for rules:

You DON’T have to be following me to participate.

You have to enter with a reader insert/OC fic. There doesn’t have to be any smut or shipping, and if there is, the relationship DOESN’T HAVE to be about dark!character or dark!reader.

I’ll read works for any fandom, but the ones I’m most familiar with are Marvel, Overwatch, Snowpiercer, Knives Out, Naruto, Avatar:The Legend of Aang

You can submit drabbles, one-shots, or an entry of a serialized story.

A single prompt CAN be used by more than a single person.

The fanfics can be of any length, but if they’re on the longer side, please try putting a ‘Read More’ in there somewhere to avoid making things difficult for people reading on phones.

Things that are not allowed in terms of content: underage sex, bestiality, graphic child abuse (allusions are ok) I don’t think anyone would submit an entry that I would have reservations reblogging, but if in doubt you can ask me for help. Give warnings for any sensitive topic you bring up.

Tag your fic with “TansySpookyChallenge2020”

Send me an ask or dm telling me you posted it, preferably a dm. Asks can get eaten by the inbox, and tagging doesn’t always work.

Deadline is November 24th. You can DM for extensions

PROMPTS BELOW

Choose one item from each list and work them into a story. I allow and encourage trying to game the system with multiple interpretations of a term, less literal readings, or wordplay.

List 1

Happiness

Jealousy

Nostalgia

Desperation

Fury

Triumph

Sadness

Acceptance

Fervor

Disgust

Awe

Confusion

Hope

Craving

Foreboding

Denial

Loss

Ennui

Adoration

Sympathy

Pain

Betrayal

Commiseration

Anxiety

Rancor

Determination

List 2

Sink or swim

Chokecherry

Crossroads

“Let me see what you have.” “A knife!”

French vanilla

Something forgotten long ago

The shore

The eye of the storm

Bathtub

Corn hell

Down by the river

Baby’s breath

A little fire

An old saloon

Unearthed bones

On the move

Before dawn

Dead men walking

By candlelight

Frankenstein

Prima Donna

A hill about a mile outta town

First dance

Ritual

Underground

A small request

These text prompts can be used however you want: whether you want to have them in your story in their entirety, use bits, write something around them, something inspired by them, or just something you think has a similar feel. Just let me know which you picked.

There is a Corvette parked in front of the building, just by the front door. You approach the vehicle as if compelled by an invisible force and look in through the closed window. There’s none inside, but you see, in the driver's seat, illuminated by the neon lights of the bar, a white cowboy hat with a golden band. This isn’t the first time you see this hat.

The hole is no more than eight feet long and three feet wide. You peer in deeper, but you can’t see the bottom. There’s a soft but grating sound coming from somewhere within, like sharp nails raking against a metal plate. You can’t see the bottom, but you think you can see movement inside.

You abandon the warmth of the laundromat for the biting cold of the outside world. To your right, the road extends for miles and miles into the night, as it does to your left. There’s no place for you to go, but you can’t go back inside.

The light of the neon sign proudly displaying “Rising Sun Motel” shines through your door. You had closed and locked it before taking your shower – you know you had, because you do it in every room you rent. You take a cursory glance of your surroundings. Nothing is out of place or missing. Must be a faulty lock. The night is windy and could have pushed the cheap door open. You go to lock it again, and when you turn around you see that the closet door is slightly ajar.

The land is flat as far as the eye can see and identical houses with identically manicured lawns sprout from it as far as the eye can see. You run up and then down the street (or is it down and then up?) but you can’t seem to find anything else. The people look so friendly when they smile and wave as they pass you by, but you don’t ask them for directions. You look at your phone. You have signal, but all you can get your internet to show you are advertising for washing machines and sites with recipes for awful things preserved in aspic. The date and hour on your home screen keep changing. You’re positive you’ve been in this place for hours, but the sun won’t set.

“B-but… I don’t understand...” “We have checked the security footage three times and found nothing. There are also no signs of forced entries. No fingerprints.” “-My phone! I took pictures, I know I took-!” “We found nothing on your phone, in the SD card, or in the Cloud. There’s nothing.” “That’s impossible!” “We searched as much as we could. I’m sorry, but… are you sure-” “I know what I saw! I know it! Look again!” You aren’t imagining things. It couldn't have been your mind. It couldn't, it couldn’t, it couldn't

What kind of convenience store has taxidermy heads for decoration? You ask yourself as you roam the aisles of the near empty shop. You peek from behind a row of shelves to one side and spot the clerk. He’s old and severe looking, and although his pupils are pointed in your direction, you get the distinct feeling he’s looking right through you. You move your head to the other side of the shelves and spot another one of those fucking deer heads. This one’s large, wet eyes are turned to a fixture in the ceiling, but you would swear it’s watching you.

Rain pelts you as you stand at the dock, waiting. You hope your boat will arrive soon. You look over your shoulder into the mist and see nothing that should give you pause, but your leg still won’t stop shaking. You touch your arm by reflex and wince when you brush your cut. You think your makeshift tourniquet is working, but it looks fragile, like it could get dismantled at any second. In this weather, you’re sure is just a matter of time. You look over your shoulder again. Still nothing, but you fear it won’t last. You hope your boat will arrive soon.

The living room is dark, but you don’t turn on the lights. You are still too close. You move to the kitchen, and there you feel safe enough to reach for the switch. The illuminated room, much larger than it needed to be, is a ghastly land of contrasts. The many counters and their many marble tops are covered in trash. The tile floors, formerly clean enough to eat out of, are now muddied, not a single spot spared. The eyes of the two stoves are covered by pans and pots boiling foul mixtures. Through the window you can see the sprawling lawn and walls of hedges. They will hide you, but for how long? There is something waiting for you in the hallway, something terrible. You have to address it before sunrise, but for now you’ll wait here. The kitchen isn’t half as bad as the rest of the house.

‘The Bystander Effect’ is the term used to describe the phenomenon in which people don’t intervene in emergency situations when in a group, and, the larger the group, the less likely they are to intervene. You know this to be true, even without doing any research, as you hobble your way through the maze of alleyways. Your cries for help had gone unanswered, bouncing off the concrete walls into a multitude of uncaring ears. It’s just how it is in the big city – every man for himself, and the devil take the hindmost. So much for safety in numbers. The truth is, in this city, surrounded by all these people, you’re more alone than you’d ever been.

You take the first step with care, mindful of all the ice. The second is a little clumsier. On the third you almost slip. You skip the fourth and fall on the fifth, rolling down the stairs and landing face first in the snow. You scramble to get back to your feet and run to your car. You have to get home. You lock yourself in and don’t bother with the safety belt. You shove the key in the ignition and turn and turn but nothing happens. Did you leave it in the cold too long, or- There’s no time to think about it. You step out of the car and start running, into the freezing night. You have to get home, you have to get home now.

Cleanup time is always a hassle. You wish you didn’t have to do it, but it wouldn’t be fair to leave the mess all to your partner. You two near the open trunk of the car and load the heavy cargo into it. Your companion seems the most affected by the weight, and you offer an apologetic smile. Fair is fair though; it was your turn to carry the feet end.

Skinny dipping had seemed like a good idea when your friend suggested it earlier, under the sweltering sun. Now, standing in front of the pool in your bathing suit, all by your lonesome, you start to regret having agreed to her scheme. Wasn’t she supposed to have arrived forty minutes ago? She said she’d bring people too, because skinny dipping alone isn’t fun. Well, now you are all alone in the cold, and you suspect that is even less fun. Just as you make up your mind to leave, you see a car through the chain link fence. It pulls up just before the gate and the engine turns off. That must be them.

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saucylittlesmile · 5 years ago

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anonymous asked:

Saucy, would you be able to suggest a list with the best performances of their programs from each season of VM’s senior career? I’ve seen compilations of all of their performances but not the best performance from each season. Thanks in advance for any suggestions!

So obviously, these are just my opinions, and might not even be my final ones, LOL. Some were old habit answers, with definitive opinion; others I went back and looked at a couple of my options to see if my opinion still held true. I found I had the easiest, most clear decisions about their FDs; for the OD/SD I was more hesitant and especially with the earlier years. In the end, I have chosen the programs not always because it was their most technically proficient outing, but because I thought it hit the best balance between technical and performance.

Assassination Tango: Worlds 2007; Valse Triste: Worlds 2007

Dark Eyes: Skate Canada International 2007; Umbrellas of Cherbourg: Worlds 2008

Won’t You Charleston With Me: Worlds 2007 ;Pink Floyd: Worlds 2009 (only three complete competitions this season)

Farrucas: Canadian Nationals 2010; Mahler: Vancouver Olympics 2010

Days and Nights: Worlds 2011; Latin Medley: Worlds 2011 (only one complete competition this season)

Latin short: Worlds 2012; Funny Face: Skate Canada International 2011

And the Waltz Goes On: Canadian National Championships 2013; Carmen: Canadian National Championships 2013

Dream a Little Dream: Sochi Olympics 2014; Seasons: Grand Prix Final 2013

Prince: (pick any performance!) Grand Prix Final, 2016 ; Latch: Canadian National Championships 2017

Sympathy for the Devil: Canadian National Championships 2018; Moulin Rouge: Skate Canada International 2017 or Canadian National Championships 2018 or PyeongChang Olympics 2018

things to note in my thought process:

Won’t You Charleston With Me - though not their most technically sound, I chose Worlds because it was a stronger outing performance-wise, and the footage for World Team Trophy was so awful that I couldn’t use it.

Dream a Little Dream - the GPF would work here too, as they are both stunning performances of it. Also: their most robbed program of all time.

Prince (and Latch) - the season of frustration for recordings due to music copyright, but really any outing of Prince is pretty great.

Moulin Rogue - look, I did really well for every other program by choosing a single one. Don’t make me pick for this one.

#the Saucy Masterlist #I had a lot of fun with this #I rewatched programs I haven't seen in a Very Long Time #I appreciated things that maybe I hadn't before #YMMV but really there are no wrong choices here #10/10 would recommend doing this yourself for a VM good time

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something-great · 6 years ago

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22 Years of VM Moments

.:. competitions | 2017 ACI SD & FD | Sympathy For The Devil/Hotel California/Oye Como Va, Moulin Rouge Medley

#virtuemoir #tessa and scott #scott moir #tessa virtue #vm moments 2017

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virtuemoir-positivity · 6 years ago

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My favourite SD is Sympathy for the Devil! I hope it has some votes, it is so good! Moulin Rouge seems to overshadow it from the Olympics but it needs some love. I just love all of it - the music, their costumes and dancing! The entire world sat up and paid attention when they saw this SD!

Sympathy for the Devil is incredible and deserves far more love. It became overshadowed by Moulin Rouge - which of course is amazing. They are different programs though and the SD is pure passion and fire, it’s fun and intricate. Tessa and Scott are so expressive and it’s their maturity that makes a difference here. They grew as skaters, technically and mentally, with a confidence and passion that shines through.

They’re fun and playful at the beginning, you can see it in their expressions. You need three viewings we think. One to watch them together, one to watch Scott and one to watch Tessa. Their facial expressions are a huge part. The audience just has fun with them. It’s hard not to. They are having fun out there and quickly carving intricate footwork into the ice. They transition effortlessly into their rhumba sequence and move so well that it’s hard to believe they can dance Latin so well on ice. This part is more romantic and passionate as they slow their movements to match the music. They change their holds and the direction in which they move. They don’t just skate - they dance. As the music changes again, they easily transition into their twizzle sequence and finish off with that fantastic lift.

They bring their characters alive and involve the audience with their expressions. Their speed and footwork match so well with the music and those twizzles in a straight line across the ice in perfect unison! Their costumes really add to the intrigue created by this SD. We adore both of Tessa’s dresses, the one she wore for the team event and the one she wore for the individual SD. It matches so well with Scott’s and the black and gold combination is gorgeous.

(Gifs from the video the Olympic Channel tweeted)

#virtuemoir #sympathy for the devil #tessa and scott #virtuemoir positivity #ice dancing #tessa virtue #scott moir #canadian sweethearts #figure skating

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