#A Haunted Paranormal-Scope

[susanhannifordcrowley]

A New Way Paranormal-Scope

[bucks-daddy-issues]

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Hello! I got six anon asks for all of my wips and I'm gonna hope/assume they're all from you and put them all in one post.

Hope you enjoy, thank you!!!

😳 Down Bad Eddie (NSFW)

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Buck is so keen, he’s smiling so big but there isn’t a trace of mocking in his tone. He’s happy, and he’s playful and he’s more radiant than the fucking sun. Eddie almost feels like he shouldn’t be looking directly at him, so beautiful he’ll make Eddie go blind.

Eddie feels dizzy, his chest is a little tight and he’s not sure if it’s for good or bad reasons. Buck is so pretty, so warm and Eddie's breath is-

“Can we- pause for a minute?” Eddie grits out, and immediately Buck steps back, hands dragging up slow until they’re on Eddie’s shoulders instead of his waist. 

“Of course, of course Eddie. You okay?” Buck says, eyes searching, as blue as the ocean in holiday brochures.

“I’m amazing, I just… this is a little overwhelming.”

“Overwhelming… good?” Buck asks, God he’s so earnest Eddie wants to shove him into a wall and bite. 

“Very, very good.” Eddie beams. “But this is a little new, could we…?”

“Slow down, yes, yeah, we should slow down. We got a lot to talk about.” Buck smiles back.

Then Buck is stepping away, moving to the kitchen to start up the coffee maker.

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🔫 Hitman's Bodyguard AU

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“I think we can-“ 

There’s a noise, Buck knows there must have been because his ears are ringing. There’s a noise. His face is wet. There’s blood in his mouth. Eddie is looking at him, reaching out but the whole world is encased in freezing cold, solid ice and Buck must need it to melt before he can move again. 

A red spot slowly blooms and grows on Eddie’s shoulder, red, red, red. Eddie’s hand is reaching, his eyes pleading. 

Buck can’t move. 

The moment Eddie drops to the ground Buck can move again, and he realises that that eternity watching the pain cloud out the life in Eddie’s eyes must have only been a second because he jumps for cover a moment before another bullet hits the wall he’d been leaning against. 

Eddie’s still out in the open, but whoever’s shooting doesn’t seem too concerned about finishing him off - thank god - whoever it is, they're going for Buck, they just needed Eddie out of the way. 

A bullet hits their car. Buck’s heart is beating in his skull. His throat feels like it's shut tight but somehow he’s still panting. 

Another bullet. This one nicks the gas tank, oil leaks out into the road.

Buck has seconds. One good shot and the car blows, one decent one and a fire will start. 

Behind them is a 30-foot drop into a roaring water. Buck has no idea how deep, but he knows jumping will mean either breaking his legs or going under. 

For the first time in his life, he’s praying he’ll feel water above his head. 

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👻 Ghost hunter AU

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“You want us to what?” Buck flinches.

“It’s just for one night Buck, it’ll be fine.” Hen says, and this time Eddie is the one who flinches, he already knows what Buck’s reaction will be.

“It’s just one night in a haunted building, Hen!” Buck yells, eyes wide in fear. “If you’re so sure no one will won’t get murdered or possessed or like- scared to death, then you do it!”

Hen smirks, “Sorry Buckaroo, I’m not the one with their face on all the merch, looks like it’s just you and Eddie braving the demons and ghosts.”

“There’s no demons!” Eddie steps in, glaring at Hen and Chimney’s smug grins. “The building has one single ghost sighting, one ghost, no demons, no poltergeists and no malicious spirits, just one friendly ghost.”

“You don’t even believe in ghosts.” Chimney remarks,

“One ghost that we know of, Eds.” Buck mumbles “What if there’s something else in there. Something hiding until it’s got us at our most vulnerable.

Buck makes himself shiver, Eddie scoots closer to drop a hand on his shoulder. “We’re going to scope it out first, we’ll try everything we have to catch any paranormal activity and if you don’t want to stay after that-” Eddie sends Bobby a look, there’s no question in it, but Bobby nods anyway, “-then we wont stay, okay?”

Buck leans further into Eddie’s space, his eyes are big and scared but keeps looking at Eddie anyway, seeking comfort. “Okay” he finally agrees. “But you’re sleeping closest to the door.”

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💍 Romcom AU

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Buck finds Eddie by the fountain, clicking through pictures on his camera. 

“You okay?” Buck asks, sitting down next to him.

Eddie flicks his head up in surprise, somehow he must have missed Buck’s arrival. “Oh yeah.” He mumbles, looking back at his camera. On it there’s a photo of Maddie, Chimney and Jee-Yun with big, cheesy grins, it looks amazing, one to be framed. Buck can’t wait to see all the rest. “Don't let me keep you from the party, I promise I’ll be back to take more photos soon, just needed a little break.”

“Of course, take your time. I’m gonna take a break too, if that’s okay.” Buck smiles, he glances down at the rippling water in the fountain. There are no coins in it, but Buck still wants to throw one in and make a wish.

“What’s wrong?” Eddie asks, nudging Buck with his knee.

“I asked you first,” Buck replies, nudging back.

Eddie harrumphs but after a moment he drops his shoulders and speaks “I miss my wife. Or I guess I miss this.” He gestures to the happy photo on his camera screen. “Though I’m not sure we ever had all that, can you miss something you’ve never had?”

Buck stares for a minute, maybe a little too long. “Oh yeah. All the time.” 

“You too?” Eddie asks, his smile pained.

“Well I don’t have a wife to miss, but yes, I miss what Maddie and Chimney have. I’ve never told anyone and I feel awful about it, but I’m super jealous of them.”

“Me too. I don’t think there’s anything wrong with it, just-“ Eddie puts the camera down, leaning forward to stare into the water. “It’s hard sometimes, to be stuck with just hope.”

Buck reaches into his pocket to grab his wallet. He finds a few coins in the bottom and hands one to Eddie. “I don’t think wishing is much better than hoping, but hey, maybe they accumulate.”

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🥂 Hangover AU

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“Coffee?” Bobby asks, holding out the menu. 

“Strong enough to chew please” Eddie groans, flattening his head on the cool metal of the poolside tables. It's way too warm. 

“I think I just threw up in my mouth a little,” Hen grimaces “Never say that again.” 

“Get her coffee too.” Chimney adds as Bobby gets the waiter's attention. 

“What’s the last thing anyone remembers?” Buck asks. 

“I left you guys after dinner, you were all pretty sober, maybe two or three drinks each,” Bobby says once he’s ordered Hen and Eddie espresso, Bucks stomach feels queasy at the thought of drinking that.

“Okay, I can remember dinner, then we went to that club Albert booked, it was named after some jewel, aquamarine or something?”

“The amethyst and it was a casino too.” Chimney supplies, sighing heavily. 

“I hate Vegas.” Eddie groans “We should check our bank accounts.”

“Oh, That’s a good idea! We can look at all the transactions from last night and see where we went!” Buck says just a little too loud for even his own ears, he gulps the water sitting in front of him, thank you, Bobby. 

“Right, empty your pockets too, we’re all still wearing our clothes from last night, right?” Chim adds, patting his blazer

Buck and Eddie reply in the affirmative, feeling grubby. 

“Hell no, the first thing I did was change my clothes” Hen grimaces. 

“You guys should really change,” Bobby adds, but he at least looks invested in helping, Buck can tell he’s in captain mode just by his facial expression.

“Well some of us weren’t given the chance” Eddie replies pointedly.

“Later!” Chim says “C’mon, does anyone have anything?” 

Buck searches through his pockets surveying the contents as they’re placed on the table, his phone - dead, a McDonald’s receipt, keys, wallet, Albert’s phone, a business card… 

Wait 

“Oh fuck!” Buck shouts, lifting the phone back up, “This is Al’s” 

Chimney snatches it from him “Why do you have my brother’s phone?”

“I don’t know!” 

“Why do you have a business card for a tattoo parlour a couple blocks from here?” Eddie asks, lifting the card. Buck glances at it, vaguely remembering talking to a tattoo artist as she- 

“Ah, that’s why my hip is sore.” 

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🫴 Your Touch Is All I Need (NSFW)

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The next day at work that tenseness comes back to haunt him. 

He should have found some time to jerk off quickly, he probably could have in the shower if he hadn’t been so preoccupied with his own failure and embarrassment, but he didn’t and now the entire 24-hour shift is going about as smooth as a hacksaw.

He’s on edge and Buck must be able to tell because he’s trailing behind Eddie like a lost puppy and it’s making Eddie feel even worse. He knows Buck thinks he did something wrong, and he’s so ashamed he’s hurting Buck, but he can’t seem to look the other man in the eye. He can barely handle when they’re on the way to a call and Buck’s thigh is pressed up hard against his own. It’s Buck’s way of giving him some silent reassurance, so he nudges back and tries to train his eyes away from where that line of heat is pressing up against him. Buck’s thick thighs have been in enough of his dreams without more fodder. 

When they arrive on the scene Eddie could laugh - he won’t because that would be so rude and completely misinterpreted - but when he finds out a woman has had an unfortunate sexual incident while using a toy, somehow kicking her boyfriend in the face and causing a broken nose, well, Eddie laughs internally about how maybe the universe does scream sometimes.

Hen is helping the woman, while Eddie is looking over the man, the bleeding is nearly stopped and he should be fine once he gets to hospital, but Eddie pays him as much attention as he can so he doesn’t have to think about the vibrator sitting on the floor near his knee. 

When they finally get them sorted, the man on his way to the hospital with his girlfriend holding his hand, the team huddle back into the fire engine, and Eddie is sure they’re all thinking the same thing.

“Well… She must have been having a good time” Chim says, and that’s all it takes for them all to burst into a fit of giggles.

“Come on guys, a little more professional” Bobby says, but he’s grinning too, his face bright pink.

“Hey, I’ve been there!” Buck laughs “I think I broke the poor guy's ribs but I like to think it was worth it.” Everyone laughs again.

Wait. What the fuck.

No one is batting an eye. Buck just admitted to using a toy on himself with another man, and no one is batting an eye. 

Did they all know? Was Eddie meant to know? How did he somehow miss this? Is…is Buck gay or bi or pan or something along those lines?

Has he been openly into men this whole time?

[rokkenjimaisland]

Ren's "similar to Umineko" list! (now overhauled)(You're welcome)

Stuff on here reminds me of Umineko for a variety of reasons. If I add to it, I'll just edit this post and add the date I added it to this list. Separated by genre this time.

Under the read-more, with the "why it reminds me of Umineko" blurb after the title rather than a whole plot synopsis like I had done in the previous list

Feel free to rec stuff in tags or in comments etc. if I haven't read/played/watched it it might be hard for me to add it but I'll definitely add it to my own list of things to check out!

VIDEO GAMES The House In Fata Morgana - Visual novel, Unreliable narration, witch haunting an illusory mansion for thousands of years, cycles of abuse and trauma, Gothic setting, romance 9 Hours 9 Persons 9 Doors - Visual novel, "The killer is among us" (lol), murder mystery scoping out paranormal/metaphysical elements and twisting them into its own crazy logic, romance NieR Replicant - It's up to you to find your own happiness whatever that means to you despite the circumstances of the world you're living in or your own birth Alan Wake - Author creates and infers reality around him, horror setting, unreliable narration, creations rallying against their creator Alan Wake 2 - see the above, it's the sequel, except Alan Wake 2 is an actual survival horror. I didn't like Alan Wake 1 much but I'm LOVING 2 so far. The Forgotten City - I haven't played this just saw someone on Twitter say to play it if you like Umineko so I'm trusting their recommendation Pathologic Classic HD - Questions of morality, wishy-washiness on the reality of the fantastical elements of the town's culture, meta universe shenanigans forcing you to contend with "none of this matters, so why do/should I care?" Patho 2 can probably go here too but I am playing that at the moment.

ANIMANGA Naoki Urasawa's Monster - "Why did the culprit do this?" over "Who is the culprit?", murder mystery, cycles of abuse, questions of character identity, the ultimate "victim of circumstances has created the monster" situation Shiki - Sleepy town being annihilated by an unknown threat, humans doing unspeakable things in the name of justice, the question of the antagonist's morality/justice is brought to the forefront and maybe they were right all along...? Princess Tutu - Characters who have been created for a story and are living out a narrative sort of against their will, the narrative as a framing device and also a prison, love love love lots of love, the death of the author and what this means for a tale and the characters within it too--if you can only call them characters I Want To Hold Aono-kun so Badly I Could Die - romantic relationships as a way to combat your personal loneliness, horror and romance and how they intersect...kind of hard to explain this one unless you've finished Umineko but this manga really reads like AU Bato[redacted] to me so far, lots of supernatural elements, learning how to find happiness

TV Succession - Rich people dealing with their abusive and unpredictable father deciding who will be the successor for the family business and dragging everyone else into it, cycles of literally every sort

MOVIES Knives Out (2019) - Rich family called to a house to discuss the ailing patriarch's will only for him to be murdered, murder mystery Haven't seen Glass Onion yet but that too. Decision To Leave (2022) - Confessions of the unspeakable as acts of love, Another time another place maybe it could have worked, I created myself to love you, tragic romance, the sea as a motif representing character worlds Memento (2000) - it's up to the watcher to interpret events as they happen and piece them together, the most unreliable narrator of narrators, just go in blind The Prestige (2006) - Magicians get into a big dick competition and destroy their relationships for the sake of greatness, branches into metaphysical territory for the sake of pursuing magic House (1977) - Group of girls visit an ancient family home, horror setting, love is always enduring for better or for worse, witches, using other bodies to fulfill your own wish

BOOKS The Locked Tomb Quartet - Cites Umineko (and 999!) as an inspiration and Muir is a very very referential reader so it's kind of hard to say stuff without spoiling TLT also so honestly just go read it. Magpie Murders - Murder within a murder And Then There Were None (duh) - Directly inspired Umineko and the murders within Umineko The Last Unicorn - Characters acknowledge they are living in a fairy tale, the unicorn is often called the only 'real' one in the group due to her immortality, dream-like narration and fantastical whimsy, ocean representing character strife House Of Leaves - The metaphysical book of metaphysical books with stories within stories within stories and extremely unconventional formatting, house as a vehicle to tell a horror story IT - Two stories in different times existing side by side to inform the reader how to read it. I never finished reading this either though sorry </3 Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead - metafiction play about characters and the absurdity of their existence, repeating stories, tragedy is only a story and the characters within only exist to tell that story regardless of their own individuality Wuthering Heights - toxic romance the novel, idk why I didn't have this here yet. Honestly I'm not super big on this book but it's a classic for a reason. Dread, isolated spaces, fucked up romance, ghosts, etc.

[thisis-elijah]

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Strange occurrences haunt the very corners of the United States. Join ELIZABETH CUNNINGHAM, a paranormal investigator and exorcist, as she delves into the depths of darkness in the small town of Sumiton, Alabama. Alongside her is ELIJAH WILLIAMS, a CIA agent thrust into an undercover mission far beyond his usual scope. As Elizabeth and Elijah uncover a series of unsettling events, they soon realize they are entangled in the web of a dangerous higher force, twisting it's victim's perception of purpose and impending death. GENESIS explores the blurred lines between faith, sacrifice, and the darkness that lurks beneath and leaves you questioning the boundaries of belief and the true nature of sacrifice. ⸻ (this is the last one for now, the spam ends, i promise)

tagging all of you poor souls again because i enjoy your stuff too much >:) @phasmophobie @heartofglass-mindofstone @ertraeumte @caughtbetweenworlds @exsecrabar @thedevil-diabolical @trauma-report  

[denimbex1986]

'All of Us Strangers is going to break your heart, and every crack is worth it.

Andrew Haigh's movie is a magical experience exploring universal fears – grief, isolation, loneliness, fear of not being loved – while creating an incredibly touching, personal story about queer trauma. It's extraordinarily unexpected, too.

Ultimately, this is a story about learning how to live with ghosts.

The movie follows Adam (Andrew Scott), a screenwriter who revisits his childhood and his relationship with his parents, who died 30 years ago in an accident.

Now, this is not a flashback-based narrative – All of Us Strangers is not about revisiting the past, but reprogramming it so it's bearable to live with it in the present.

The movie exists within a mysterious space, equally likely to be interpreted as a paranormal scenario where ghosts exist or simply as a hallucinatory manifestation of Adam's corrosive grief. It doesn't matter, really.

Scott travels back to his childhood home to find his parents (Claire Foy and Jamie Bell) exactly as they were before they died. He, however, is a fully-grown man now. The image is striking, bordering on comical, yet still intensely affecting.

Only a superb movie would be able to stick Scott in children's pyjamas and still make us cry with the rawness of what's happening in that haunted house.

For the first time, Adam gets to tell his parents he is gay. He also gets to confront them about not having a better understanding of what he went through as a bullied child. Far from an ideal fantasy, these ghosts are not perfect. They don't necessarily say what he longs to hear. And still, the protagonist is getting the closure he so desperately needs.

In one of the best scenes in the film, the family is decorating their Christmas tree to the sound of Pet Shop Boys' rendition of 'Always on My Mind'.

The lyrics come alive as the mother sings, looking at her son with eyes filled with regrets for love never given and apologies never offered. It's a healing moment for a broken family, and one of the most beautiful movie moments of the year.

While exploring unfinished business with his parents, Adam starts getting close to the only other person living in his near-empty London apartment block, Harry (Paul Mescal), who one day shows up at his door looking for company.

Scott and Mescal's chemistry is beautiful, pouring in every heart-on-hand conversation and every incredibly sensual sex scene they share on screen.

Haigh nails this relationship in the vein of his 2011 movie Weekend. The filmmaker is hardly a stranger when it comes to exploring meaningful, complex connections, as well as the emotional burdens queer people carry.

In All of Us Strangers, he seems to rely on contrasts to dismantle preconceived ideas.

There are tensions between the present and the past, how it used to be and how it is. The cold city turns out to be a place of acceptance among unrelated people, while a home in the suburbs is the one that is full of strangers. The idea of the 'chosen family' is essential for the LGBTQ+ community.

As Harry says in one scene: "I always felt like a stranger in my own family."

All that is connected by public transport, which Haigh focuses on often. The constant movement between contrasts is what creates restlessness in Adam's life — the incessant travelling between the past he can't let go, and the present he can't fully live in.

Through drug-induced nightmarish sequences and Adam's distorted reflections on countless mirrors and windows, All of Us Strangers takes viewers into an emotional storm crafted to perfection.

The movie's performances, visual language, song choices, emotional scope — everything is on point, utterly devastating and still soul-healing.

Since Adam is a writer looking for inspiration, this is also about how stories help us live through memories, keeping people alive when they're no longer here and allowing us to tell them things we'd never had the chance (or the nerve) to in real life.

Stories help us deal with grief, understand it, embrace it, and live with it. This movie deals with all that in the most mystical, heart-rending way.

****.'

[moiraimyths]

How does the cast cope if they went on a paranormal investigation with the mc?

Shae: Is jumping in front of you and ready to fight at every small sound and the slightest motion. They WILL protect you from the wind, if necessary. They aren't creeped out by the idea of ghosts, but "haunted" places are also teeming with ne'er-do-wells.

Keagan: Absolutely loves it. He doesn't really believe in ghosts but if you are startled easily, he finds it hilarious. He's more interested in all the hiding spots the two of you could sneak away to do... other things ;)

Aífe: She does not. You're both leaving immediately, do NOT mess around with spirits.

Maeve: Loves paranormal investigating! She wants to see a ghost and finds the hunt itself pretty thrilling, too. Also, it gives her lots of excuses to pull you close for "protection".

Flannán: As long as he's reasonably certain the place you're investigating is BS, he's fine scoping the place out with you and making sure you feel safe. If he gets a whiff of real danger, you're getting potato sacked out instantly.

Robin:

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[ansixilus]

@humormehorny Eh, close enough. You did ask, even if it wasn't via the ask function, so it works for me.

Keystone Research

When I was a teen, my friends and I were quite fond of the games Second Sight and Geist. The paranormal that creeps all too close to home, the morally bankrupt corporation researching supernatural weapons, and the lonely, haunted feeling... perfect recipe for firing up the imagination. I wanted to turn this into a video game, but alas it's rather quite beyond my scope. And so, I wrote down some of it, bits of lore and character concepts.

A sprawling, underground research facility, seemingly with endless staff and yet clearly a skeleton crew for something of this size. Security checkpoints and scanners everywhere, yet the place has glaring holes for simple lack of manpower. Streams of new equipment somehow don't dispel the pervasive feeling of slight grime, as if everything is just slightly outdated and had to have the dust blown off a moment ago.

And of course, the test subjects, the prisoners, the victims. They who would be the player characters. Captured and stolen from their lives for no greater crime than their psychic potential, imprisoned and experimented upon without justice or recourse.

There's the boy who can start fires. At first, he was grateful to be somewhere that his powers couldn't hurt innocents, couldn't hurt his family or friends. Couldn't kill anyone else. His opinion changed all too quickly. Once they knew how to prevent him from burning them, they had no need to be gentle, nor kind. At least complying is less painful than resisting them... for now. Who knows how long it will be before they decide to biopsy his brain. He wouldn't be the first.

There's the girl who can see the future. They think she's telekinetic, which she is a little, and a mind reader, which she also is a little. But she's been trying to figure out how to escape. Death after death, gunned down or beaten or victim of grenade, caught in a flamethrower a couple times, once she fell into a chasm and broke both legs. She hasn't escaped yet. They think she's plagued by nightmares, and that's why her mental health is deteriorating. If you acknowledge that her life is a nightmare, then they're right about that too. They don't know she's trying to escape. They don't know she knows they'll kill her before too long. They don't know she's both desperate and resolved to live.

There's the man who's telekinetic. They don't experiment much on him. He doesn't trust them. He's killed more than one so far. He knows there's no getting out of this for any of the test subjects, not without violence. He just doesn't want to abandon the other subjects, but he doesn't know how to break them all out yet.

There's the woman who's blind, but can see through other people's eyes. She's not used to being blind, she's always had other people to see with. People, cameras, animals, bugs, and even plants to a small degree, she's always had a way to navigate. Being in such an empty place is new, and would be bad enough without her looming doom. She can hear the girl who sees the future, so she knows that they all have so little time.

... I hadn't gotten so far as to figure out the third act yet. There's got to be some reason for the seriously short time limit, some reason for why this corporation is killing their golden geese. I just haven't figured out what yet. The demon curveball from Geist always struck me as way out of left field.

Semiautomagic

What happens when you play video games while listening to audiobooks? Your brain invents crossovers, of course! The Dresden Files crossed with, of all things, Terraria.

If you take it as canon that the player characters from Terraria are fundamentally different from NPCs, and that this is common knowledge, worlds of possibility open up. Literally, perhaps. If "heroes" are the few people who can return after death, who have the power of Creation, and who can jump between different worlds... then what happens when one comes to the Dresden verse?

This is clearly a Quiet World. Heroes have little power here... well, little compared to the power in a Fated World, though most heroes could well be heralds of apocalyptic destruction in a Quiet World if they set their mind to it. But heroes have no need for power in Quiet Worlds either, their name is for a reason: Quiet Worlds are not besieged by corruptions, or undead plagues, or incomprehensible monsters from beyond the stars. They're quiet. The only things the people in such places have to fear is each other, which prospect doesn't much scare a hero. These are the places heros go to take vacations.

So why does this world have a wizard in it? Why does this world have monsters? Why are the people here doomed and fated? Why are they hunted by creatures of night, why are they besieged by evil? There is something terribly wrong with this world. And heroes confront the wrongness, destroy that which is evil so that which is good may flourish. This Wizard is clearly the fated champion, whom the hero must assist. No matter the sharp limits this un-Quiet World puts on their power of Creation, a hero can fight through any attrition and win in the end.

Now if only the fated wizard would stop being quite so suspicious of them.

The Monarchs

In the mid 90's, there was a game called Total Annihilation. It was quite successful in its own little strategy niche, and wound up being able to launch a spin-off, which was just... odd. It was fantasy instead of sci-fi, it was in many ways simplified in bizarre directions, and it was largely unknown for a host of reasons. That said, it still left a fair impression on those who played it, especially the surprisingly good story.

But I thought, "Well, the story is good, but it's very high scope. It's about kings and generals, and other grand bits of history. Can we talk for a moment about people? Spare me for now the story of the Trojan War, the heroes and sieges and tallies of the dead, and instead tell me about a complicated man. Let me see the moment when the messenger from Queen Thirsha, a bold and cunning harpy who has never til this day needed fear any human, truly realizes the enormity and power of the sorcerer-king before her. Let me plumb the motivations of King Lokken, let me explore the mind of a well-intentioned extremist, truly understand this man and the doom he sought to avert."

And then we moved and I couldn't find the dang game discs for several years, so I couldn't actually finish the story to write the fanfiction. I recently purchased it from GoG, but getting a twenty-four year old game working on a modern computer's alien OS is a challenge which has thus far bested my modest computer skills.

[enkisstories]

Rika: “Normally I call my sister, when I find something paranormal at a crime scene. But with us being so far away from Detroit, could you lend a hand, Emma?”

Emma: “Certainly! - Mhm, it looks like Jin has already laid the groundwork, when he was here. But there are more spectres, that he missed...”

After calling them into the world, Emma offered the spectres little gifts, in the hopes that would make them stop haunting the bar. Crime prevention via bribary? It worked with foxes, right?

Lesson learned. Spectres aren’t foxes.

Rika: “No offense meant, Emma, but you’re even more naive than me. And that’s saying something.”

I then tried for a screenshot where Emma’s firebird familar handed their backsides to the spectres, but instead I got some that proved that the poor thing was no match for even a single one.

Appeasing the spectres of Ohan’ali (and the ghost that is here) apparently will take some time and is beyond the scope of this show.

[90363462]

The Antebellum Tale Of Black Slave Girl Molly And The Haunting Of Sorrel-Weed House

The true horror story is having to live your whole life in bondage. That was a reality for so many black people during the early Americas. Their pain turned into our ghost stories.

Source: @OfficialSWH / facebook

In Savannah, Georgia, on the edge of Madison square sits a house with a disturbing past. The story of Sorrel Weed House is chilling, scary and its history is shrouded in horrific tales from the antebellum south.

These tales include a slave girl named Molly who lived in the mid-1800s. She was mysteriously hung after her slaveowner’s wife committed suicide.

Now Molly’s ghost is trapped in the house along with its horrors, haunting it for eternity.

Paranormal activity buffs consider Sorrel Weed House to be one of the most haunted homes in the U.S.

The internet is flooded with stories of ghost hunters visiting the estate and hearing screams late at night, seeing ghostly figures in photos, and even seeing a lady in all black roaming the hallways.

Whether you believe in ghosts or not, there is no questioning the horrors people of color, as well as women, faced living in the antebellum south. Ghost stories are usually told because some horrific tragedy didn’t get the justice or attention it deserved. Well, let’s give it some attention.

Savannah During The Antebellum South (1783 – 1861)

The antebellum area was a period in U.S. history when slavery saw its biggest expansion. The American Revolutionary War decimated Savannah’s slave population, creating financial losses and hardships throughout the city. According to a report by GSU, one-third of the slaves in Georgia escaped with the British Army, and many others fled and established maroon communities outside the city.

Maroon communities were groups of Africans who fled to geographically secluded regions of America to escape slavery and persecution from Europeans. Their goal was to live as free people beyond the scope of colonial oppression.

This left Savannah with a shortage of slaves. Whites believed the only path to recovery was the resurrection of slave labor.

The invention of the Cotton Gin would revitalize the cotton Industry and greatly increased the demand for slaves. In 1790 there were six slave states; in 1860 there were 15.

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The Story of Francis Sorrel

Sorrel was born in Santo Domingo on May 4, 1793. His father was Colonel Antoine Francois Sorrel, an infantry lieutenant, and engineer for the French Navy. His mother Eugenie de Sutre, died when he was just a month old. Although there are no records that make mention of her, some believe she was a free woman of color. Haiti was in the early stages of the Haitian Revolution, which was a volatile and bloody period for the country.

Sorrel’s father would eventually leave Haiti in 1803 without his son. Francis would never see his father again, but the boy would find a way. He got a job as a clerk at a merchant firm in Port au Prince. He would excel and eventually is transferred to the firm’s branch in Baltimore.

With dreams of being a wealthy American, Sorrel worked hard at his new position in Maryland, moved to Savannah in 1819, and started a firm with his former employee Henry Douglass. They began to advertise in local newspapers advertising the sale of whiskey, butter, corn, and flour. They were also listed as shippers of a slave bound for Baltimore. This would be Francis’ first taste of life in the slave trade business, but the company would primarily focus on the sale of cotton and other agricultural products. On September 5, 1822, Francis would marry seventeen-year-old Lucinda Ireland Moxley, the niece of his partner Henry Douglass. The Douglass family were wealthy slave-owning Virginians who saw a partnership with Sorrel and his firm as very lucrative, but never once thought how terrifying it was for a seventeen-year-old girl to be married to a man because of business opportunities. Two years later Francis Sorrel would use his newly found marriage status, some acquired wealth, and connections with wealthy families, to officially become a citizen of the United States. He was naturalized in Savannah’s Superior on July 24, 1824. Just a year later he ended his business partnership with Henry Douglass and started his own firm. It’s then when Sorrel and the horrors truly begin.

In 1826, tax records revealed he bought three slaves, then sent one of them, a 40-year-old black woman to New York City. A year later records show he sold a black slave girl to a man named R.W. Stiles for $300. A month later his wife would tragically die from yellow fever. He would then marry his dead wife’s younger sister, 23-year-old Matilda in 1829.

The last occasion on record of Sorrel selling people was on July 11, 1833. He sold a 25-year-old slave girl named Louisa and her 10-month-old daughter to a man named William W. Gordon for $400.

With business booming, Sorrel bought property all over the city and started production of his Greek Revival home which was completed in 1841.

In 1938 he purchased a ship named the William Gaston for $10,000. From 1839 and 1860 the ship would appear on many slave manifests. Records show it made more than 90 trips to ports in Georgia, South Carolina, and Florida, although it is not known for sure if that ship was the same owed by Sorrel. But we do know he owned as few as 3 and as many as 11 slaves within a given year. In 18 years of tax records, he owned about 6 slaves a year. That’s almost two decades of free labor. This man owned human beings for almost 20 years and forced them through to work and live under his thumb. He also used violence and oppression to keep them submissive.

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Slave-owners And Sexual Relationships With Their Slaves

And even though slave labor was seen as male-centric work, black women slaves were valuable commodities among white men. Sorrel owned and sold many young black women during his 18 years’ owning slaves. White men regularly raped or coerced their young women slaves. By 1960, over 2,000 mulattoes live in the city of Savannah, but black men were not permitted to have sex with white. This meant master-slave sexual intercourse was frequent among the townsman. Thousands of women in the Antebellum South were forced and manipulated into consensual sexual relations with their owners.

According to folklore, Francis Sorrel also had infidelity problems, which led to the death of Matilda, his second wife. Stories say Francis had an intimate relationship with one of his slave girls named Molly. His wife caught wind of the affair and the two in the act. Let’s be clear consent means both parties are free to make their own choices. But since Molly was a slave, she wouldn’t have had much choice in having a relationship with Sorrel, her slave owner.

The Death Of Matilda Sorrel and Slave Girl Molly

One night during their sexual encounters, Sorrel’s wife Matilda discovers the affair and is completely broken. In a manic state, Matilda jumps from a second-story window of the house next door to the Sorrel house, killing herself.

A few weeks later slave girl Molly was found dead hanging from a noose in the carriage at the Sorrel home estate.

The ghost of Molly now haunts the estate and her tragic death became folklore among the city people. Questions swirled around the two deaths. Did Sorrel have a hand in both? Even though there are newspaper articles to support the death of Matilda, there is no evidence to prove the death of Molly.

Records show between 1826 and 1857 Francis did own a slave girl named Molly. But, he shipped from Savannah to New York City, as she appears on a slave manifest as being transported north in 1857, three years before his wife’s death. There is no way to prove if Molly was actually on that ship or if she was killed. But we do know thousands of black people were killed during the antebellum era with no death records, no justice, nothing — just folklore.

Federal Slave Censuses were recording in Savannah from 1850 to 1860. In it, Francis Sorrel was said to be the owner of 5 slaves described as black and 8 slaves described as mulatto. A sexual encounter with Sorrel and one of his slave girls is not far-fetched by no stretch of the imagination.

But the truth will never be told, just stories like these which live in our folklore. If America has ghosts from their past, their origin stories directly tie into the horrors of the antebellum south and the horrific ordeals people of color had to endure during this time.

The true horror story is having to live your whole life in bondage. That was a reality for so many black people during the early Americas. Their pain turned into our ghost stories.

But that was just a clever way for white America to accept the atrocities dealt with people of color throughout this countries history. Ghost hunters and haunted tour guides make millions from Molly’s story. But if that story is gonna make you rich, then why not give it the angle it deserves? How the system of male dominance and patriarchy coupled with slavery terrified people of color and made white men rich. Kinda sounds like a scary movie.

SEE MORE BLACK FOLKLORE:

The Haunting Of Lake Lanier And The Black City Buried Underneath

The Story Of Princeville: The First Black Town In America

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[beezims]

Alright, we're going to see how this works-

This is the first "episode" of "Paranormalties"!

Notes: this is a screenplay so it's formatting will be a little on the funky side, and it's also a first draft so be gentle with me-

(btw this is 20 pages so it's pretty long)

FADE IN:

INT. AMANDA'S HOUSE - 3:00 PM

A 22-year-old girl AMANDA sits at her desk with a stack of papers, books, and crumpled-up attempts at an essay about the medical properties of glycine. An already festering look of frustration is on her face. She attempts to look for any sort of distraction, which isn’t hard; posters of ghost sightings and haunted houses hang from every inch of her wall. Countless sticky notes containing the information of past clients were scattered along the desk, along with inventories of every EMF reader, radio, and flashlight she had bought within the year. With everyone she smiled, but quickly scowled, showing deep displeasure at her current situation. Failing to write her essay fills her with dread, and she begins again, yet her pencil hovered over the paper, untouching.

AMANDA

C’mon Amanda May…

You should have done this weeks ago.

She gets up and paces around the room.

AMANDA(CONT’D)

Okay…Okay Okay.

I just need an ounce of motivation, something other than…

this.

She gestures vaguely, then picks up the sheet of untapped paper.

AMANDA

Glycine… is an extremely important compound of proteins…

…

She tightly grips the paper and buries her face in it.

RING RING RING

Amanda chucks the half-crumpled essay and lunges towards the phone on her desk.

AMANDA

(breathlessly)

Hello- Thank you for calling Paranormalies to Normalties, the best Paranormal investigator team on the east coast! How may I help you tonight?

…

Hello?

She scowls at the silent phone, then gently puts it back down. She walks over to her sad essay and picks it up.

RING RING RING

She turns back to the phone, a skeptical look on her face.

AMANDA

Hello? Is anyone there?

CALLER

Help… angry spirit… extremely dangerous…

Amanda fumbles the phone and hastily grabs a pen and a sticky note.

AMANDA(CONT'D)

(impatiently)

Yep yep angry spirit, gotcha’,

What address did you say it was at?

Mhmm… Gotcha’.

As she finished writing the information, she looked back at her neglected essay, sitting idly at her desk. She rubbed her eyes.

AMANDA(CONT'D)

(sighing)

Uh… listen. We may not be able to come take a look tonight, a lot of our staff is busy and-

CALLER

Please… I will make it worth your while…

Amanda perked up.

AMANDA

(Curiously and drawn out)

…How much?

CUT TO: EMMIE

INT. EMMIE'S HOUSE - 4:30 PM

AMANDA’S best friend, EMMIE, lies on her bed reading.

RING RING RING

Emmie grabs her phone lackadaisically.

EMMIE

Hello-

AMANDA

(Excitedly)

EMMIE! You need to come over, RIGHT NOW, I just got this call, we’re back in business!

EMMIE

I-I’m sorry, what? Amanda slow down!

AMANDA

Emmie, someone wants the crew to go scope out their house for a “dangerous spirit”.

Amanda sarcastically puts up air quotes.

AMANDA(CONT’D)

To be honest, they sounded kinda nutty and out of service, but they’re going to pay us $600 to go see! And what if there’s an apparition there? How exciting is that!?

Emmie sighs, but waits for Amanda to finish.

EMMIE

Amanda, listen…I’m not coming.

AMANDA

…What? What do you mean you’re not coming? We’ve been waiting for this chance since we were kids-

EMMIE

‘Manda, we aren’t kids anymore. We’re both on track to graduate soon. Do you even remember our promise?

AMANDA

…Emmie…yeah I-

EMMIE

(interrupting)

We promised that we’d graduate together as nurses…How do you still expect to graduate on time now? Have you even started your essay?

Amanda says nothing, just looks at her desk. She looks back up at the poster and furrows her eyebrows.

EMMIE(CONT'D)

Listen, I’m worried about you Manda. You’ve been holding on for too long. Even if you keep doing it, what if you go somewhere and someone hurts you? What about your future-

AMANDA

(interrupting)

Yeah… you’re right Emmie. I’ll…

I’ll take down everything.

EMMIE

Manda–

Amanda hangs up dejectedly, standing in silence. She looks towards the sticky note with the caller’s information. She sighs and closes her eyes.

Throwing a bag onto her bed, she fills it with flashlights, radios, EMF readers, salt, her own ghost manual, and a hastily made peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Slinging the bag over her shoulder, she grabs the sticky note and races out the door. Running through her apartment complex, she clumsily texts Daniel, her roommate.

(Conversation through text)

AMANDA

Hey Dan

U free rn???

DANIEL

Why?

Another ghost hunt?

AMANDA

…

Yeah

DANIEL

Dont u have an essay?

Amanda rolls her eyes.

DANIEL(CONT'D)

Sorry, I gotta go fr fr

(text over)

AMANDA

(Out loud)

God…

DAMMIT!

Amanda swings open the door to the complex and stumbles outside, keeping her pace. She runs to the only slightly creepy white van with the logo, “Paranormalities to Normalities” plastered on the side. A little ghost pop-up sticker waved to her in the window. She threw the bag of ghost-investigating necessities onto the passenger seat and rounded the van’s hood.

AMANDA

One more…

C’mon, please pick up.

Amanda clicks to call a contact on her phone who is named only by a red emoji heart. She hops in the van’s driver seat, twisting the jingling keys in the ignition. As she backs the van out of the parking lot, the phone answers.

AMANDA

Trev! Hey uh- how’s it going? What are you doing tonight?

TREVOR

Amanda? Hey, it’s going great!

Amanda winces at herself as she accidentally cuts off a student driver.

TREVOR

Whatcha calling for?

AMANDA

I was wondering if you’d like to come with me? I got a call-

TREVOR

Is this about that ghost thing you were talking about? Babe you know I’m not really interested in all that… You know…

AMANDA

(Visibly annoyed)

…Paranormal Investigation.

She sighs but starts to smile when she sees the house the caller mentioned.

AMANDA(CONT'D)

Listen, I would really like it if you were here! This is really important to me and-

TREVOR

I’m sorry Manda, I’m just not up to it. Plus, Jaden said he wanted to go to Brady’s tonight and get a couple of drinks.

Amanda gets out of the parked van, butterflies swirling in her stomach. She looked up at the dark, decrepit house.

AMANDA

Have a nice night.

She hung up, her eyes unwavering from the house. Smiling, she opened the passenger-side door to the van and grabbed the bag. She walked up the decaying steps of the porch to the front door. The handle to the rotting door was ice cold. As the door swung open, Amanda hesitates to walk in, instead choosing to survey the entrance of the house. It’s nearly pitch black, but the little light from the sunset outside shows off various picture frames and furniture. Amanda bounced up and down, looking back at the van for a split second before jogging inside. The door shut behind her, engulfing her in darkness.

INT. HAUNTED HOUSE - 6:00 PM

Clicking on her flashlight, AMANDA excitedly looks around. Spotting a wooden, weathered dinner table, she swings her bag around and tosses it on top.

AMANDA

Okay… let’s see here.

She fishes around the bag, and grabs her peanut butter sandwich. Surprised but satisfied, she puts it into her coat pocket. She puts her hand back in the bag, and pulls out a pen and a pad of paper. She looks around and begins to take notes on the interior of the house.

AMANDA

The floors? Very creaky.

Furniture… torn and mildew-y…

Ceiling is covered in cobwebs…

She finishes writing and lowers her hands.

Mhm… yep… I can see why someone would think this place was haunted.

She turns around and sets the pen and pad on the table. Rustling around in the bag, she pulls out a censor-like device that has four lights ranging from red, yellow, and green. The letters “EMF” are printed in a worn text across the middle of the box. She flips the switch on the side and it makes a low waning sound. The first light glows red.

AMANDA

Alright…

Well, if there are any angry, extremely dangerous spirits here, I’m ready!

She confidently begins to walk around the house, going from the kitchen to the living room. She scans under furniture, around various strange knicknacks around the rooms, and the long tendrils of cobwebs hanging from the ceiling. Everytime, she looked down at the reader in disappointment. After scanning a compartment under the staircase, she huffs.

AMANDA

Well that kinda blows.

She walks forward, the staircase directly behind her.

AMANDA(CONT'D)

Of all places that would be haunted by some mysterious, angry, DANGEROUS spirit, it isn’t… THIS place.

She gestures vaguely to her surroundings. She sighs and slumps over.

AMANDA(CONT'D)

…At least I get paid for this. Maybe I can order a pizza or something… Garlic breadsticks do sound nice-

She is interrupted by a slightly higher-pitched waning originating from the EMF reader. She straightens and looks at it. An orange light faintly flickers next to the red light. Her eyes narrow, and she turns to face the staircase.

AMANDA

Oooooh…

Every step up the staircase increases the ferocity of the waning, making her initial excitement and curiosity return. She got to the top of the staircase, the EMF now glowing green and emitting a high-pitched, loud sound. Flicking on the light above her, she whipped her head around, looking at her surroundings. She listened closely, trying to hear over the EMF. Her brows furrow in confusion.

As quickly as she had turned on the light, it suddenly flickered off, and a light illuminated at the end of the hall. Amanda slowly turned towards it, clutching the EMF reader against her chest. As she approaches, she notices a bright red telephone sitting under it. Unclenching her grip from the EMF reader, she slowly reaches for the handle of the telephone. She grasps it firmly, and takes a deep breath.

AMANDA

3… 2…

…

ONE!

She wrenches the phone up to her ear. Static greets her, and her once fearful expression falls to annoyance.

AMANDA

ARE…

YOU…

KIDDING ME!?

Amanda slams the phone back down in a huff and leans on the wall beside it in an attempt to calm down.

Suddenly, the phone begins to ring, but before Amanda even changes her frustrated expression, an eager hand grabs the phone and raises it. A figure pops their head out; of the wall; behind the phone. They very eagerly smile a grin filled with sharp teeth.

GHOST

Hello?? Hello can anyone hear me?

Helloooo…?

Bah!

He slammed the phone back down, making it produce a bell sound. Amanda stared, eyes wide.

GHOST

God-

Damn service in this place!

The unnamed apparition looked at Amanda and elbowed her.

GHOST(CONT’D)

If I knew it was gonna be this bad I wouldn’t have bought this place-

What a dump amiright-

He turned away, only for his eyes to widen. He slowly turns his head back towards Amanda.

…

Amanda and the ghost both jump back simultaneously; Amanda clutching the EMF reader and putting her back against the end of the hall, and the ghost jumping out and pointing at Amanda. They both scream.

AMANDA AND GHOST

WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?!

Both pause for a moment, thrown off by the other’s question. Amanda begins to stammer.

AMANDA

W-who are you?! And what were you doing with the phone?!

The ghost takes a moment and recollects himself, relaxing his previously tense posture.

GHOST

Oh- heh, me? Oh well I was ordering a pizza-

WHAT DOES IT LOOK LIKE I’M DOING, I WAS ANSWERING THE PHONE!

Amanda pulls her face into a more confused/astounded one, slightly offended at the ghost’s sudden retort. The ghost sighs.

GHOST(CONT'D)

(A tad more gently)

Listen, my mum’s been trying to call all day about her new place and this service is making it IMPOSSIBLE to get a hold of her-

The ghost suddenly closes the distance between Amanda and him, putting his hand up to the corner of his mouth.

GHOST(CONT'D)

(Much quieter)

You know how old folks can be with their technology issues.

Just as quickly as he approached, he now leaned against the small table the phone sat on. Amanda signals a timeout with her hands.

AMANDA

That doesn’t even-

Okay wait, are you the ghost that caller wanted me to take care of?

The ghost looked at Amanda and rolled his eyes.

GHOST

Look I get the appeal of finding dead things, but is this really all you guys need to feel accomplished? Finding some dead guy in the afterlife just trying to live in these conditions no less?

He gestures vaguely.

GHOST(CONT'D)

(With a very toothy grin)

Don’t even get me started on the rent, it’s out-RAGEous.

Amanda stares in silence, her demeanor relaxing. She takes a deep breath and realizes that the EMF reader is no longer working. She looks back at the ghost. He’s twirling a finger around the cord of the phone. She braces but takes a step toward him.

AMANDA

Okay…

Listen, I think we may have gotten off on the wrong foot.

The ghost lazily looks up at Amanda.

AMANDA(CONT'D)

…

What’s your name? Let’s start with that!

He smiles but looks back at the phone with a quiet huff. Amanda, fearing that he may choose to leave, offers him a handshake.

AMANDA

My name’s Amanda! What’s yours?

The ghost returned his gaze to Amanda, but once he saw her hand extended toward him, he almost looked surprised. He looks back up at her and the toothy grin returns.

GHOST

Hmmm…

He grabs Amanda’s hand firmly.

GHOST

You can call me…

Rex-

Amanda shakes REX’s hand, which surprises him.

AMANDA

(between giggles)

Well Rex, it’s a pleasure to meet you!

Rex looked at her, unamused at her growing laughter. His toothy grin now turned into a forced one.

AMANDA

(After a fit of laughter)

I-I’m so sorry, it’s just I can’t believe YOU’RE the one that got reported!

REX

(visibly annoyed)

Yeah? And why’s that?

Rex crosses his arms in defense.

AMANDA

It’s just…Well come on now, look at you!

She gestured towards him. An increasingly angry expression grows on his face.

AMANDA(CONT’D)

(baby voice)

You’re almost cute looking, like those Halloween decorations! There’s no way you could convince someone you’re dangerous!

She reaches towards him, but he slaps her hand away.

REX

(angrily and quickly)

LISTEN HERE HOTSHOT- YOU ARE NOT TO TOUCH ME! NOT TO MENTION HOW BLATANTLY DISRESPECTFUL THIS IS- I suppose your mother never taught you to respect the dead huh?!

Not to mention I’m DEFINITELY older than you-

Amanda puts her hand on her hips and raises an eyebrow.

AMANDA

It’s not my fault you’re in denial! I’m just being honest-

With all of my experiences investigating the paranormal, you are definitely the least horrifying.

Rex stares at her, exasperated. Amanda smirks back at him, unwavering. Rex takes a breath to retort, but a quiet clicking of a door knob immediately grabs his attention. Amanda and Rex slowly turn towards the staircase at the end of the hallway. An open doorway stared back at them, the void inside seemingly extending the length of the hall. It seemed to suck every sound from the air of the house; all of the previous sounds of the floorboards creaking and dust settling disappeared. Rex frantically looks around, unmoving.

From the pitch-black doorway, a small, infant-like foot slowly steps out, followed by a cocked head full of inky black hair. The little girl fully emerges from the darkness, with hair long enough to trail back behind her. She silently stands in front of the door, her stare unbreaking from the duo. Amanda looks at Rex, but he doesn’t return his glance; he stares back at the little girl, wide-eyed. Rex shakes his head and forces a wide nervous smile.

REX

…Patriciaaa!

He throws his arms out in a welcoming stance.

AMANDA

(confused and kind of loud)

Patricia?

Rex backs up to stand next to Amanda, slightly cowering.

REX

(quietly, through his teeth)

My…room–MATE.

PATRICIA responds with a quick tilt of her head. Rex begins to slowly tip-toe towards Patricia, his hands extended towards her.

REX

…listen, it’s okay! Whatever you’re upset about, I’m sure it’ll be alright! You don’t need to do anything you don’t have to-

He’s suddenly interrupted by a gurgle from Patricia. She tilts her head even more, almost pressing her ear to her shoulder. Her upper body begins to jolt, and Rex begins to walk backward back to Amanda.

AMANDA

(Rising intonation)

Uhhh… Rex?

Patricia continues to jolt around, eventually falling to her knees and snapping her head back. A large, slimy, and pale maw begins to work its way out of the girl’s mouth, pushing the teeth out of their gums and slowly snapping the tendons in her jaw. A creature far too massive to have been in the little girl’s stomach erupts from the now unrecognizable face. It shakes its head and looks directly at Rex and Amanda. The creature then screams exactly how the little girl may have, but five large, inky black tentacles flailed from inside of the creature’s maw. Rex and Amanda simultaneously scream, and the creature charges.

Amanda takes a few paces down the hallway before Rex pushes her and him out of Patricia’s way. They both tumble over the upstairs railing, and Patricia hits the end of the hallway with a crash. Amanda freaks out, but looks up to see Rex holding onto the collar of her jacket. Rex looks down at Amanda, his hand holding onto the railing keeping its strength surprisingly long. He gently drops Amanda to the floor and scrambles over the railing.

AMANDA

(with urgency)

Wait… Rex!

Rex turns towards Patricia, who is recovering from her galavant with the wall. He puffs out his chest.

REX

Hey, ugly!

Rex grabs a book from a nearby bookshelf and chucks it at Patricia- it lands several feet away from her, causing her to look up at Rex, and Rex returns her look with a sheepish grin. He shakes his head and regains his composure.

REX

You know what?! I take back my ugly comment—this is an IMPROVEMENT!

He lowers himself into a more aggressive stance, blowing some ghostly smoke out of his nose to taunt Patricia. Patricia looks at him, unamused, but suddenly releases an ear-piercing scream and charges. Rex screams in fear and runs in the opposite direction and into a room, Patricia following close behind.

Amanda pushes herself to her feet. Eager to help Rex, she runs towards the stairs but something in the kitchen catches her eye—

AMANDA

(breathlessly)

My bag!

She races towards the worn table, throwing various ghost detectors and knick-knacks onto the table until she finds it.

AMANDA

Yes!

She grabs the ghost manual and shakes it violently from her adrenaline. She looks back and sees Rex dash into another room, Patricia slamming into every wall hungrily. She returns to the book wide-eyed, brows furrowed, and eagerly flips through, scanning each page as quickly as possible. She suddenly looks closer at one of the pages.

AMANDA

That’s it!... oh…

Rex runs from room to room, occasionally phasing through walls that wouldn’t damage the integrity of the house if Patricia attempted to charge through it. He runs back to what he knows is the hallway and slams the door on Patricia, holding it shut. He struggles to keep the door open, but looks directly in front of him to find Amanda standing there.

REX

(incessant pounding on the door)

What—what are you doing here?! Run!

AMANDA

It’ll be alright! Just open the door and get behind me!

REX

And let you get eaten?! Look I’ll be fine–

AMANDA

(eagerly)

I know we haven’t known each other for a long time but you have to trust me! I promise it’ll be okay.

She smiles warmly and throws her hand out towards a disgruntled Rex. He sighs but waits until the next pound of the door to grab her hand and rush behind her. The door swings open, Patricia roaring in all her angered glory; but she stops in her tracks after seeing a glistening peanut butter and jelly sandwich held up by Amanda. There’s a moment of silence between the three of them besides the occasional dripping of saliva pooling from Patricia’s maw.

Patricia snaps her mouth on Amanda’s entire forearm, encasing Amanda’s arm in teeth and inky black tentacles.

Rex shrinks back behind Amanda’s shoulder, horrified. Amanda, eyes as wide as possible, stare unblinking at the current predicament of her arm.

Slowly, Patricia’s tentacles begin to move, untangling themselves around Amanda’s forearm. She gently eases her maw open, lifting her head up to reveal a missing…

Sandwich.

Amanda wrinkles her nose at her saliva covered arm.

AMANDA

…Ew!

INT. HAUNTED HOUSE LIVING ROOM

AMANDA, REX, and PATRICIA are sitting in a circle on the floor, using the various dirtied sofas and chairs as backrests. Patricia, now back as a little girl, is surrounded by wrappings of bread loafs and empty jars of peanut butter. While she happily munches away at another sandwich, Rex and Amanda stare aimlessly ahead. Amanda turns towards Patricia, then picks up her ghost manual and a pencil. She flips to a page, then begins to write. Rex glances at her, then to the book.

REX

How did you know that would work?

Amanda continues to write.

AMANDA

I mean, I didn’t, until I had this. It’s a book I’m writing–

Granted most of this stuff I got online, but I guess they were right this time.

Amanda looks up warmly at Rex.

AMANDA

Patricia had all of the characteristics of…

She points to a page.

AMANDA(CONT'D)

…A Banshee!

They get extremely hostile when hungry–

Their stomachs upset super easily.

Rex looks curiously at the book, then up at Patricia. Amanda looks at him.

AMANDA

Sooooo… do you guys try to communicate or…?

REX

Huh–

AMANDA

Well, banshees can’t talk, so they communicate in other ways–

REX

Ah…

We try to, it’s just…

Patricia briefly puts down her sandwich. She chews, but puts up one finger until she swallows.

PATRICIA

(Signing)

It’s difficult when the other person does not pay attention.

Amanda nods in agreement while Rex confusedly stares at Patricia. Amanda puts down the manual and angles her body towards Patricia, who looks up curiously.

AMANDA

(Also signing)

Understandable. Sorry, I am rusty.

Amanda looks back to Rex with a coy grin. Rex looks back and forth between Patricia and Amanda with an exaggerated expression. Amanda laughs.

AMANDA

Would you like me to teach you?

Patricia signs something, and Amanda giggles.

AMANDA(CONT’D)

I think you guys would get along great!

Rex nods, scooting closer to Amanda. He looks down, and sighs.

REX

(Sheepishly)

Listen… thanks for calming her down.

I really appreciate it…

In fact I–

AMANDA

(interrupting)

Made the call? Yeah, I figured when you didn’t kill me for making the “halloween-decoration” comment.

Amanda smiles at Rex.

AMANDA(CONT'D)

There’s nothing to be ashamed of for asking for help ya’ know.

She elbows Rex, who starts snickering.

REX

Alright, alright. I guess I’m glad I didn’t kill you for that decoration thing.

But Paranormalties to Normalties?

…Really?

Amanda laughs and shoves Rex harder, then she signs to Patricia. Rex shows his disdain and tries to replicate the sign, causing Amanda and Patricia to laugh.

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Martin Luther King Jr. Day

Library of Congress, Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons “Martin Luther King Jr. Day (officially Birthday of Martin Luther King, Jr.,[1] and often referred to shorthand as MLK Day) is a federal holiday in the United States observed on the third Monday of January each year. King was chief spokesperson for nonviolent activism in the Civil Rights Movement, which protested racial discrimination in…

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Part 1.A

October 6th, ####

I work in a haunted library.

Take it as silly as you want to, but I’m telling you it’s haunted. Or, at the very least, extremely paranormal. I don’t even really think ‘haunted’ is a good word to describe it. I don’t know, and I don’t really care either. But it’s a running theme, here, with ‘running’ being a big part of it at the end of the day. It’s like Scooby Doo, but a lot more HD and a lot less pulling off masks to see they, too, are human at the end of the day. I don’t believe anything that walks through these doors is human, anymore.

I live up North, vaguely, in a tiny, crummy town, and in this town is my library. Keeping it vague, since, y’know,.. privacy, or something. When it comes to the library, through, I’m just about the only person who really runs it. It’s decently sized, but still kinda small— or maybe I’m just not used to libraries. Dunno. I’ve lived in this crummy town for the majority of my life, so maybe I’ve just got a bad scope. At the end of the day, it’s just a large space, and although it has a second floor— that’s cut off from the rest of the library due to some accident I don’t know about. Well, more so just taped off. Nothing really stops anyone, just.. no one wants to go up there. I ask them, sometimes, because even some rowdy kids will come in, and a lot have said it makes them feel cold? I dunno. I don’t feel that, maybe my nerves are finally dying off.

Not many people visit, leaving just me and the books for a majority of the day. Save for when someone, or something, does come in. Usually, stuff coming in sucks, but sometimes it doesn’t. I’ve grown very accustomed to most things that walk through the door, whether it be a group of kids from the school a few blocks away (they come on ‘field trips’ sometimes); just a person looking for a quiet space; or something on all fours with eyes bigger than they should be with an oddly humanoid shape; I’ve grown used to it. It freaked me out at first, don’t get me wrong— I’m sure most people would at least pause if they saw a person with a deer head walk in and, formally, request a book on a bear hibernation’s cycles— but I’m just not affected by it anymore. At some point, weird stuff blends in with the normal and just becomes a different genre of normal if you see it enough. Most things that walk through the doors aren’t hostile, anyways, so I just help them find what they want and help them leave. Or, I help them find a nice spot in the library, which actually feels.. kinda nice, sometimes. Most of them don’t care to try and hurt or intimidate me, surprisingly enough— going solely off of appearances and how most people would call them ‘monsterly’. But maybe that’s just because there isn’t much valuable here other than the books— nothing to rob, so why put in the effort? It makes me feel kinda nice, though, like if someone were to come after me— I’d at least have the back of a handful of odd creatures who really like their books. Like, really— really like their books.

With all of this, though, I’ve got a good few stories crammed up in my head— and I thought it’d be interesting to share them. Whether you believe they’re true or not, it’s still a story, it’s still entertainment at the end of the day, right? That’s the whole point of reading. Plus, it finally gives me a place to, uh,.. write it down. Journal it, store it, whatever. Who needs a therapist when you have a Tumblr blog, huh?

So, I work in a ‘haunted library’, and it’s given me more tales than the books on the shelves (that sounds insanely cheesy but my friend really wanted me to write it down, sorry). I hope you enjoy your read.

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[museraya]

PORTAL TO YOURSELF: A blog inspired by the conjuring series of Sam and colby.

The famous author, Dan Brown, in his book “The lost symbol,” quotes in the very first line of the novel “The secret is how to die.” A novel, which concludes with the word “Hope.” Death and Hope are often in seem different light, death is often seen as “The End” whereas if we are hopeful for something it is just the beginning, but if we may argue of them being different, they do have one thing in common, which is “Life”

Death and hope are reflections of how a person leads their life, they are an individual’s portals. Portals are doorways of known and unknown, here, within ourselves.

Few months ago, paranormal investigators, Sam and Colby visited the infamous conjuring house, which is known by all of us through the hauntings of the conjuring movie series. The house was built in 1680 and has a history of roughly 400 years, having almost 8 generations of families who lived on this property, Initially, named as “The Arnold Estate.” Presently, the house is open for paranormal investigations, and hence, is explored and investigated by many paranormal investigators.

Sam and Colby being one of them, have been to Conjuring house back and forth for 2 years, and in 2023, they stayed at the house for a week for investigations. Sam and Colby were able to decipher the purpose of each human’s existence as “Love” in the house, while communicating to the said active ghost of the house, Abigail Arnold, belonging to the Arnold family. There are debates on internet about the communication method used to communicate with Abigail. Nonetheless, it is more about the optimistic word that came through a house infamous for its negativity.

The idea of love presented here by Abigail Arnold is; being kind, spreading positive energy, being gently expressive, importantly; trying to stay optimistic in situations that give you very little scope to do so. For example, finding optimism in one of the most haunted houses. Even that being said, it draws us back that even if we want to spend a life doing everything we love, it is not possible, as we are bound with time, we cannot do everything and that’s the reason why love is spelled as time, we have a lot to do, yet we cannot do it all, and hence that is the reason why what we do becomes even more special, and makes us willing to work hard.

While some of us have the ability to work hard in finding their ways to make their decisions work, some of us work hard trying run away from what might their decision hold for them. Indeed, we do all work hard this way, but when we choose to run away, we give ourself a prospect to regret, a word we are all afraid of. Prioritizing is a perspective of a person of what they hold dearer to themselves, what they cherish to do. In every small decision we take we prioritize, by assigning a purpose to each alternative we have.

The decisions we make is what make us all unique, while we are a little lost even in knowing ourselves, is what complicates prioritizing, we fall short to understand our capabilities and limits, which is not wrong, a life is indeed short enough to not understand ourselves fully, embracing our unknown self yet trying best to understand our priorities and following them. Lastly, I want to conclude by meaning to ask everyone, “Where are you going?” towards your priorities, or are you running away from them?

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I was randomly scrolling through YouTube last night, and I stumbled across these two psychic mediums who watch and react to paranormal content. Apparently, these mediums can see and feel the spirits or energy or what have you, even through the screen, so they give their thoughts and insights into what's really happening in these videos.

They seemed to have reacted to a wide array of paranormal content so far, but they've covered quite a few clips of Sam and Colby. I only watched the first Conjuring clips so far, but I found their perspective interesting. (*disclaimer: interesting does not mean I believe, nor does it mean I disbelieve. It means I found it interesting*)

So first, the one lady admitted up front that she knows a lot about the Conjuring House, so it's always important to note when someone has prior knowledge of a place.

Also, both of the ladies are very nice. Very nice. They seem genuinely concerned that snc are going to get themselves into trouble with their inexperience (at one point, the one lady said, "I wouldnt be surprised if these boys dont take something home with them" and they referred to them as "these kids" the entire time- in a grandmotherly way)

They didn't have too much to say about Amanda, but they did a reaction to Lizzie Borden, so I'm interested to watch that and see what they picked up on her

They also don't put a lot of stock in the spirit box/Estes Method sessions in general, which is interesting because a lot of what was being said, lined up with what they were saying.

According to these mediums, there are multiple spirits with multiple motives haunting that place. Most are trapped there and being tortued by the entity in the basement (more to come on that). Some are what they call "shattered souls" (their terminology for residuals), some were begging the boys for help the entire time, and some were trying to scare the boys out of the house because they were either scared for their safety, or hated their guts.

Interestingly enough, they kind of pegged the soldier spirits as more "shattered" or not fully aware of what was happening around them.

There is a lot of darkness in the basement. According to them, there is a portal, and an evil entity that can go back and forth through that portal that is basically holding all the spirits hostage in this house.

This evil entity was out running errands while the boys were there. 🤷‍♀️

Beezelbub is not really real, according to them. It's an ancient biblical (read: human) general or blanket term for an evil entity, and ghosts use it to try and make living humans understand the scope of what they are dealing with.

The entities in the basement were trying to convey to snc that they needed help closing the portal door and getting away from this evil entity or whatever and snc were very close to understanding- and then they went like 10 miles over the mark lol. The mediums are very, very nice about it, but you could see their almost frustration. At one point, Colby starts to piece it all together ("what if they're saying they're trapped here and need help?" And the ladies were like, "YES" lol), and then they go off on their Beezelbub thing and the ladies were like "ehhhh" lol

They also noted that the bad energies could feed off fears and were doing things to scare snc so they could feed off them.

So, this entity or portal (not really sure) left some kind of evil goo all over the basement? And these ladies were cringing while the boys were walking through the basement, at one point saying the goo was climbing up their legs. 😬😬😬

When Sam felt the spider on him, they both burst out laughing and said that was what the goo would feel like.

They also said the boys would need to do a serious cleanse after that (which, you know...they did not lol).

They also kind of rolled their eyes at the "witching hour" thing, which- valid lol.

Also, after the video they said it was interesting and good, but also asked if anyone counted how many "f-bombs were thrown," lol.

All in all, it was interesting to find a fresh perspective on the whole thing, and I'll probably watch a few more (definitely Lizzie Borden- I want to know what they think of Amanda)! Their name is TCS Everyday Psychics on youtube, if you are interested.

[theharrowing]

The Hooksborough Demon 🤍 2: The vibes were off

You and two friends ventured into the location of an urban legend with the intention of exploring an abandoned building and having a laugh at small town lore for clout.

But after a series of mysterious events, you have turned to a forum a year later to try to piece everything together, and to find out what the fuck happened to Yoongi & Jimin.

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🤍 Yoongi x Female Reader 🤍 word count: 1.8k + comments 🤍 paranormal au, urban legend au, found footage horror, gore, poly, smut, nsfw, 21+ 🤍 warnings: small town folks not being too friendly to outsiders (nothing specific mentioned outside of someone “being an asshole” and people staring), mention of time in mental institute & treating mental health issues, description of vaginal sex 🤍 beta read by @neoneunnajimin​ 🤍 posted dec. 2021 | read on ao3

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00:00 - 14:57 (posted by TH3 on 12/28/2021)

For context and clarification, none of us are from Hooksborough. We had never stepped foot in the town before deciding to look into the urban legend surrounding The Hooksborough Demon. 

The whole thing seemed too dumb to be true, honestly; a demon that haunts an abandoned mall and kills you if you see it, but is only visible in recordings and photographs...we laughed about it over breakfast that morning. We could not believe anyone would actually believe in that shit.

Had we thought differently, I never would have encouraged Yoongi and Jimin to fly all the way here to meet with me. I never would have let Yoongi hold the camera, and I never would have let Jimin watch the video after Yoongi went missing.

From the moment we first arrived at Hooksborough, the vibes were off.

Timestamp 00:00. At the start of the video, we are in our motel, unpacking and smoking a joint. Yoongi is grumbling about how the gas station attendant was being an asshole under his breath while he paid for our gas and snacks. Meanwhile, I am tinkering with the camera's various settings, switching in and out of night vision mode, thermal mode, and regular. Jimin is giggling the situation off, but it is clear that he finds what Yoongi is telling him unsettling. I complain about how it is always these fucking redneck areas with hauntings and cryptids. I comment about how, for once, it would be nice to go ghost hunting somewhere more luxurious, or at least where nice, well-mannered people live.

We should have just turned around and left that day; we should have stayed the fuck away from Hooksborough.

Timestamp 04:03. The scene cuts, and in the next shot, we are driving along a desert road, on our way to a diner that is close enough to the abandoned mall that we can make a pitstop to scope it out. Jimin holds the camera, pointing out various desert plants and tumbleweeds from the backseat. 

The camera zooms in and pans to the front seat, where Yoongi is driving with his arm slung over the passenger seat, and his fingers are playing with my hair. Jimin snickers at us, and I turn to snicker back before looking at Yoongi. For whatever reason, Jimin holds the frame on me for a while, but I don’t really want to go into any more detail about this scene. It is mostly just me looking at Yoongi, and I find it kind of hard to watch. I really miss him. I miss both of them.

Timestamp 06:23. The scene cuts again, and we are sitting in the diner. For whatever reason, Jimin turned the camera on while we were in the middle of eating, but all you see are our hands and plates and the occasional person walking by. You can not see how people stare at us and mutter under their breath, but you can hear us comment under our breath about it.

"Fucks that weirdo looking at?" Yoongi grumbles at one point.

My hand can be seen reaching across the table to caress Yoongi's arm before he drops his silverware and announces that his appetite is ruined. I flag our rude server over so that we can pay the bill, I drop a decent tip on the table—mostly from fear that one of these assholes has a weapon on them, because I have seen how a lot of horror films in redneck cities start—and then Jimin grabs the camera, which is switched off while pointing at the plates of half-eaten food.

I am sure none of these details are interesting to any of you, but it seems pointless to leave anything out, especially if their disappearances could be linked to anyone from the town. Although, I don't know how plausible that is. But I would rather not rule anything out.

Timestamp 08:43. The next scene shows us pulling up to the Hooksberry Mall. The boys make fun of the name, and we all have a laugh. There is a tall fence surrounding the property with many signs attached that warn pedestrians about trespassing. The building is set pretty far away, surrounded by a large parking lot on all sides. Some windows are smashed in and boarded up, and there is a lot of graffiti on the exterior. 

We discuss possible points of entry and notice that there is one window that is not fully covered, where we may try to shimmy through. Then we head back to the motel to relax for several more hours before sundown.

Looking back on it, the scene seems eerie—like there is a bad aura surrounding the place, but I don't remember feeling that way then. I think I just feel that way now because of what we experienced. I even went back and watched frame-by-frame to see if I could notice anything in these shots, like any kind of paranormal activity, but everything looked normal.

Timestamp 10:03. Once more, we see Jimin's view from the backseat of long quiet shots of desert plants and a lot of nothing. You can faintly hear 10cm playing in the background. After about 30 seconds, Jimin squeals, having caught a bloody mess of roadkill in the frame. The camera points to the front where Yoongi is seen laughing at him, calling him a pussy, which earns Yoongi a smack on the shoulder from yours truly. I agree with Jimin that it was pretty gross, and then the shot is just the road ahead for about one and a half minutes before the scene ends.

Timestamp 12:07. We are back at the hotel. Jimin is outside at the pool while Yoongi and I are in the room, drinking a couple of beers. It is still mid-afternoon, and we are unwinding before heading back to the mall at sundown.

The plan was to get there around 8 PM so we would have just enough daylight to scope the place out once more before breaking in. There is not much to discuss about this scene. It ends at timestamp 14:57.

Not a very exciting update. Next time I post, I will talk about breaking into the mall and see how far I can get into the footage. I just ask for your patience, as this is all pretty weird for me.

I saw a couple of the messages you left on the first post. I appreciate that there is already some interest in this story. Although it made local news, I don't think it hit national headlines. My hometown was abuzz because of how I was treated once the case broke and their disappearances became an open investigation, but otherwise, I don't know if anyone really cared. Feel free to continue to comment, and if I can, I will respond.

As for where I was for the last year, I was in the hospital. The police more or less did not believe anything I said. I went under psychiatric evaluation before being admitted to a facility where I was monitored and medicated. I maintained my sanity and innocence for the first few months but was treated as if I had completely lost my mind—like we had made the whole thing up. So, I decided to comply, pretend it was a psychotic break, and "get better." I'm still on a mood stabilizer because what I experienced was traumatic, and it helps with the day-to-day fogginess and everything else.

Anyway, that is all for today. Take care, stay safe, and please stay the fuck away from The Hooksberry Mall. 🤍

Comments:

kira_kurosaki on 12/29 never trust cops, man. or the doctors. they're all in on it.

TH3 [author] on 12/29 @.kira_kurosaki tell me about it.

squishycat on 12/29 3 minutes of sitting and drinking beers while jimin is down at the pool? seems a little sus...jkjkjk (unless)

// You almost forgot about Yoongi turning on the camera while Jimin was downstairs swimming, to sheepishly ask you to let him record you while he fucked you, and when you saw yourself in frame and heard his deep, raspy voice, it send a shiver up your spine.

"Jagiya, please," Yoongi begs. "I'll be the one editing this, not him. He'll never know."

You watch as, on video, you resist at first but finally give in, unhooking your bra while Yoongi pans the camera down, covering yourself with your hands while the straps fall down your arms. You remember feeling shy but so, so turned on. You mutter that you want to get comfortable first, so he shuts the camera off.

Suddenly, it all comes flooding back, as if you were there again. How he dropped the camera, grabbed your face, and pulled you into a kiss that made you melt in his hands, turning into a whimpering mess. There had always been a connection between you and Yoongi, and although you typically did not mind the distance, he was always so hard to resist when you were finally together again.

You gasp loudly when the scene cuts back to you two fucking, and your eyes widen as you watch the scene on the monitor—you on your back with your wrists covering your eyes and one of Yoongi's hands around your throat while the light of the camera shines on you, first panning to your breasts, then your stomach, and finally to his cock inside you. 

He had been fucking you for a while at this point, after he had gone down on you first and made you see stars with his tongue. In the scene, you are biting back moans, and he moves his hand from your throat, down, down, down to thumb circles over your clit, and you completely shatter, shaking and mewling as you come while Yoongi praises you.

“Fuck, you feel so tight,” you hear him groan, giving you goosebumps. “You’re so fucking good for me.”

While in the throes of orgasm, Jimin begins to pound on the door. You remember the shame from being caught making you dizzy and giggly, your arms and legs falling pliant while Yoongi shouts, "Almost done!" to his friend outside, picking up his pace, leaning forward, and fucking into you even harder. Gasps and choked sounds are heard from you, and Yoongi drops the camera as he comes, pulling out and moaning while he covers you in his release, the camera only catching his arm moving above you and your hip trembling, everything else obscured by the angle.

"I fucking hate you guys," is heard from outside while you croak out a weak, "Sorry, Jimin," and Yoongi laughs.

It is only 3 minutes, but you watch it over and over again, listening to the way Yoongi had spoken to you, noticing your shy smile as you bite your lip and give in to his request. He was so devious, so perfect. He is still so perfect, wherever he is. //

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