#Elm: how the hell did I get here and...

[nightmareonpeachstreet]

RIP Elm, who is third-wheeling on his own mythic hero battle

[arc-misadventures]

Care to Share a Drink?

Jaune Arc was walking back from the training halls tired from another grueling training regime. Since becoming a, Specialist, Jaune had taken several courses to broaden his expertise; both in functioning, and technical training.

It was good to widen his expertise as a, Specialist, and he may be taking in all this new information like a sponge, but a sponge can only absorb so much in before it starts to leak out.

Now, Jaune was tired. He needed to relax, and just destress himself for all the worries that weighed him down. He was having a day off tomorrow, maybe he could...

: Hey, Jaune!

Jaune: Hmm...?

Jaune turned around to see the ever smiling, Clover Ebi approaching him.

Jaune: Oh, hey, Clover. What's up?

Clover: Just wanted to ask if you wanted to go out for a drink?

Jaune: A drink?

Clover: Yeah, there's this bar I like to go to, I thought you would enjoy some male bounding. I would have invited you sooner, but we were so busy with everything. Besides, you look like you need someplace to relax for a bit.

Jaune: Oh, is anyone joining us?

Clover: Naww... I asked everyone else; Marrow, can't hold a drink for the life of him. Vine is a tea nut. Elm, likes those fruity drinks, the bar we're going to doesn't have those. Harriet said she was busy doing some paperwork with, Winter. And, Winter... Ya know.

Jaune: I know, Clover, I know.

Jaune: Sure... I wouldn't mind having a drink with you.

Clover: Alright then, let's go!

Jaune: Do they have any good bar food there? I'm starving.

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Clover: So here we are, Jaune! The Squeaky Cog! Best bar in all of, Mantle!

Jaune: I thought we would be going to a bar in, Atlas, not one in, Mantle.

Clover: Nahh, there are plenty of decent bars in, Atlas. But, this place... it has a more homely feel to it, feels more lived in then the bars in, Atlas which feel sterile.

Jaune: Ahh, a by product of the whole, Colour Wars, eh?

Clover: Yeah, pretty much. Now come on, let's get a drink!

The pair walked over to the bar, and took a seat. Jaune grabbed the menu, and gave it a quick glance, finding a item he wouldn't mind eating. The barkeeper shortly came to them, and asked if they wanted anything.

Clover: I'll have a beer, and the chili fries.

Jaune: I'll have the... fish and chips, and a scotch on the rocks.

The bartender took their orders before walking away, as he left, Jaune busied himself with a bowl of pretzels.

Clover: A scotch on the rocks? I didn't take you for the type.

Jaune: A simple beer, thought you had more class.

Clover: I tend to have whisky after a reward for a rough day, for this a simple beer will do.

Jaune: I'd take a vodka myself if I wanted something simple. But, it's been a while since I had a drink, so I'll take a scotch.

Jaune thanked the barkeeper when he brought them their drinks. He swirled his drink watching the ice cube move about his drink. He took a sip letting out a satisfying breath of air as he did.

Jaune: That's smooth... I was told by some of the locals while I was walking about, Mantle that Mantilian Scotch is really good; That's a hell of an understatement.

Clover: Really? Maybe I should try it, and maybe you can try a beer too.

Jaune: Actual piss has more flavour in it than that piss in a bottle.

Clover laughed at, Jaune's little jab, he looked at, Jaune a serious look crossing his face.

Clover: Uhh... listen, Jaune...

Jaune: Is this where you ask me questions about my relationship with, Winter, or are we going to talk about you, and Harriet instead?

Clover stopped in his tracks, looking dumbfounded at, Jaune who just gave him an inquisitive eyebrow in return.

Jaune: Well?

Clover closed his mouth before giving, Jaune an amazed, yet scared look.

Clover: Again, you notice way too much, and it's scary how much you do.

Jaune laughed as he spun the ice cup around in his drink.

Jaune: Relax, Clover. I've been expecting you to ask me about you two since I caught you making your way to the, Ever Light Hotel~!

Clover: Hey! Keep it quiet about... the hotel!

Jaune gave another light laugh before taking another sip of his drink.

Jaune: Okay, Clover; Let's play a little game then shall we?

Clover: What kind of game?

Jaune: I ask you a question about you, and Harriet. Then you ask me a question about me, and Winter. You game.

Clover: Okay. I'm game... You first.

Jaune: Oh good, because I've been wondering for weeks now; How the hell did you two get together?

Clover: Ahh... Well... before you joined us, the Specialist, we already had six members... But, we lost one, his name was, Tortuga.

Jaune: Tortuga... I remember hearing, Harriet saying that name... She said, 'I was good, but I wasn't anything compared to, Tortuga.' Is that why, Harriet hates me? Because, I'm some sort of replacement of this, Tortuga fellow?

Clover: Kinda. Harriet, and Tortuga always had this older brother, younger sister dynamic to them. So when, Tortuga died, Harriet lost her 'big brother.' She didn't take it well...

Jaune: I can understand that. I have seven older sisters... I can barely handle the thought of losing one of them...

Clover: Well as it's my job as team leader to help my teammates. So, I talked with her, consoled her, and was just there for her when she needed it. A shoulder to cry on, a face to scream at. A friend.

Clover: Then one day, the whole team went here to relax, and have a drink, and while the rest of the team slowly went home one after another, bunch of light weights the lot of them! Harriet, and I stayed there getting absolutely waisted... Then...

Jaune: You woke up in each others arms in an uncompromising position?

Clover: Uhh... ahh.. yeah... that's pretty much it...

Jaune laughed at, Clovers face as it was flushed red from embarrassment.

Clover: There was some awkwardness between the two of us. But, we managed to work it out, and we've been dating in secret for about two months now.

Jaune: Why in secret; is there something against, Specialist dating each other?

Clover: No, there isn't any rule. We just don't want the others to know, I mean if, Elm finds out about us, we'll never hear the end of it!

The pair shared a short laugh that ended when the bartender brought them their meals. The duo thanked the bartender before they went back to their conversation.

Clover: Okay, it's my turn... How the hell did you get together with, Winter freaking Schnee? I mean... I've know, Winter for years, but she never struck me as the type who would be interested in dating anyone. Much less you.

Jaune: Rude...

Jaune nonchalantly replied while enjoying the fries on his fish, and chips. He quite liked the mixed spices they were using.

Clover: I don't mean to be rude, It's just... you seem so... so simple.

Jaune: I guess that's what she likes about me.

Clover: You guess?

Jaune: I don't know, or really understand why they like me. I was just being myself with them; honest, open, being an absolute dork... Honestly, I haven't the faintest clue how those two fell for me. I've flirted with woman before, and I was absolute trash! Like what the fuck was I thinking?!

Clover: Everyone was an idiot when it comes to flirting.

Clover commented this as he was shoveling his chili froes into his mouth.

Jaune: That was a year ago...

Clover: Pfft?!

Clover soon developed into a small coughing fit, before grabbing his beer, and chugging it down.

Clover: (Cough, cough, cough!) Serious, you went to being a loser who couldn't flirt with a girl for the life of them, to having, Winter Schnee fawning all over you?!

Jaune: Yeah, I don't understand it either...

Jaune dipped his fish into the hollandaise sauce, marveling at how nice it tasted. He also flagged down the bartender over to get, Clover another beer.

Jaune: Honestly if feel like I'm just standing there, and some hot girl looks at me like: "Haha! What's a dork!"

Jaune: "I must have him for my own."

Clover: Seriously?

Jaune: It's happened at least four times, two in the past two weeks... Okay, my turn: What's up with, Harriet?

Clover: What do you mean?

Jaune: Harriet's been looking a little queasy lately... Did any... definitions of 'lucky' happen?

Clover: Huw...?!

Clover dropped his fork in shock at the implications at, Jaune's honest question.

Clover: ...?!

Jaune: Well?

Clover: No! N-N-Nothing like that at all! She's just sick from bad fish, I swear! We had it checked! She's not pregnant!

Jaune: Then you better keep using those condoms, or birth control. I don't think you two want that to happen... Yet?

Clover: Well... I wouldn't mind it happening eventually... but, there's too much going on right now...

Jaune: Well, regardless of what happens, I wish you two the best of luck! Not from just your semblance.

Jaune raised his drink in the air before, Clover raised his in the air for a salute. Jaune then finished his drink, asking the barkeeper for another.

Clover: My turn?

Jaune nodded as he finished the last remnants of his meal.

Clover: Okay... When I asked you about you, and Winter. You kept saying, 'they:' Why?

Jaune: Ahh... I'm not gonna lie to you, Clover... but, I'm stuck within a love triangle between two woman.

Clover: You're... in love triangle...?

Jaune: Yep.

Clover: Seriously?

Jaune: Yep!

Jaune gave, Clover a dead serious look as he answered him. Popping the, P to emphasize his point.

Clover: How...?!

Jaune: I don't understand how these things happen to me either.

Clover: Between who?

Jaune: Winter Schnee, and Robyn Hill...

Clover: Robyn Hill?! She's into you? Again, how?

Jaune: Not sure. My best bet is that I was honest with her. Robyn's semblance lets her decern truth from lies. I can only guess what she went through to have a semblance such as that. But, I think saving her from a psycho faunas certainly helped.

Clover: Being the literal white knight saving the damsel...? Yeah, I bet that helped.

Jaune: Now the two of them have given me tokens of affection, and I have no idea what to do...

Clover: The sash, and that falcon pin?

Jaune: Lucky guess.

The pair shared a laugh before continuing their stories.

Jaune: Now the worst part is, is that they both know the other likes me, and they've both stacked their 'claims' on me. I'm literally stuck between two badass huntresses who could beat my ass, who are more than willing to fight each other tooth, and nail to get me! I have no idea how to navigate any of this!! And, worse of all: It's fucking hot that I have two beautiful, wonderful woman fighting over me!

Clover: Do you know which one you want to be with?

Jaune: I don't know... They're both among the greatest, and most beautiful people I've ever met! And, as much as I've enjoyed their rather, forceful kiss's. I want to be the one to steal their breath away with a kiss. But, I have no experience when it comes to the affairs of the heart, so I haven't got a damn clue on what to do... And, it's as you said, there is too much going on right now to worry about such things...

Clover: But, if you had to choose: Who would you pick?

Jaune shrugged his shoulders before looking at, Clover.

Jaune: Both?

Clover snorted as he smacked, Jaune on his shoulder before slapping a pile of credits on the bar top after finishing he second beer.

Clover: It's on me. Now come on, let's back to base.

Jaune finished his scotch before getting up, and following, Clover out of the bar.

Jaune: This was nice. Thanks for inviting me, Clover. We should do this again. Only this time, drinks are on me.

Clover: Looking forward to it.

[hiddenwritingsintheworld]

My Alpha Ch. 6

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(Author Note: Thank you guys for being so patient!! I am transitioning into a new job I got a little carried away with this chapter Lol but I hope y'all love it just as a much! ;) lots happening here! Please leave me a comment on this chapter if you enjoyed it or if you have any feedback at all!! Love you all!!)

That dinner you’d had with Declan was wonderful, you fell asleep with him on the phone that night and the next morning when you got ready for work you couldn't explain how you felt, but it was incredible. You didn’t want to ever be without him again. Coming downstairs you smelled breakfast and coffee, and huffed out a sigh. Things weren’t great with your father; not like that was a secret or anything. But there were things that you were not up for sharing with anyone else. You had a small, secret hope buried deep down inside of you, that maybe Declan was the one. 

The one to take you away from this man, the awful things he had subjected you to in the past, hell, even the things he subjects you to now. You slowly walked into the kitchen in your work uniform, taking a seat at the island your father turned and smiled at you before pouring you a cup of coffee. “How was your night last night? You were fast asleep when I got back from the trip.” he said. 

You looked at your coffee before looking up at him, “it was good. We went to that little place on the corner of Elm, and I had a really wonderful time.” you said softly as he plated your breakfast and placed it on the cloth placemat in front of you. “Good. I guess that Declan isn’t so bad, I’ll need to have a chat with him if he thinks he’s going to date you without my knowledge though.” Arthur said as he turned back around to continue cooking. “Dad, we’ve only gone to dinner once…while I had a good time, who knows if he did.” you said quietly as you pushed your food around on your plate. 

Arthur watched you closely as he sat down beside you with his own plate. “Something wrong hon?” he asked as you shrugged. “I don’t really want to talk about it. I just want to go to work dad.” you said quietly as he turned more toward you. “Y/N, tell me whats wrong right now.” he held an agitated tone in his voice and you finally looked at him. “Honestly? I do not want to go with you tonight after work. I hate it. I hate it so much!” you raised your voice as you got off the stool. “It's wrong and you know it is!” you flinched as he gripped you by the arms and slammed you back against the counter. 

“You know damn good and well how bad your life can be if you keep up this new attitude girlie. I’ve told you once and I’ll tell you again, if we didn’t do this, then someone else would! You know I wouldn’t be able to protect you if someone else was in control. Our family has been doing this for centuries! It’s part of our pack! It's part of our ways!” he yelled as you coward down, shaking in fear. Arthur let go of you, moving away to grab his keys. “You can clean up breakfast and get your ass to work.” 

You worked a better part of the day with your mind focusing on the tasks at hand. Cleaning tables, filling waters, taking orders, and chatting up customers like nothing was wrong. You looked up seeing Declan walk in with some of the other construction crew members and smiled as his eyes met yours. He grinned and nodded over to a booth for the guys to sit in while he walked over to the counter where you’d just rounded to place the coffee pot back on its burner.  

You were not sure what you and Declan were, but your heart would jump from your throat, down to your stomach everytime your eyes caught his. You looked at him before glancing at the booth. “You gonna sit here and have your lunch or over there with your friends?” you smiled as he leaned his crossed arms on the counter leaning over on them to be closer to you. “Well, I figured I would come say hello, before we ordered lunch all together.” he smiled as you smiled bashfully. “well…hello there…I’m sorry I fell asleep on the phone last night, and also if I forgot to tell you, I am sorry I fell asleep last night on the phone,” you admitted as you grabbed your pen and pad and walked around the counter.

Declan smiled as his jaw tensed, not having a barrier between the two of you anymore. “Well that’s alright, I didn’t mind,” he smiled as you let out a soft giggle. “well I’m glad, I did have a wonderful time last night,” you admitted looking up at him as he glanced down at you, standing at his full height. “I did too. Why don’t we do it again tonight?” he asked as you both walked over to the booth. Before you could answer, the guys began teasing Declan and talking loudly. You laughed some before you got them all to pay attention and took down their orders. 

The lunch rush kept you busy, so busy in fact you didn’t get to spend any time at all talking to Declan apart from your brief chat when he’d first arrived. You rushed around, serving tables, refilling the crew members drinks, bringing out extra sides and desserts when asked. You’d laugh at their jokes, hearing them tease one another. You’d collected a couple of the checks and started ringing everyone out as the lunch rush died down when Declan came up to the counter. 

“So what do you say? You wanna go out with me tonight?” Declan smiled at you as you wiped down the counter in front of you. “I’m sorry I can't tonight, I have to work.” you said, giving him a sad smile, “But maybe tomorrow night after the pack meeting?” you asked looking up at him. Declan raised an eyebrow, “You sure your father won't march you home?” he asked with a chuckle. “No, I'm going to tell him I'm busy with you.” you said with a smile as you leaned over the counter and pressed a kiss to his cheek softly. 

You grinned up at him as he stood and threw some bills down on the counter. “You know you don’t have to pay for lunch when you come visit me, I take care of it.” you said softly as he raised an eyebrow. “Missy, you better not be paying for my food outta your checks,” he said, raising an eyebrow at you. You smiled up at him, looking up under your lashes. “I like taking care of you,” you whispered softly. Declan chuckled and grabbed your hand softly, “I’m sure you do, but I can handle my own.” He smiled down at you. 

“Y/N! Get back to work!” your boss snapped at you as he stuck his head out of his office. You jumped and let go of Declan turning around. “Sorry boss!” you yelped before turning back around. “I gotta go, I’ll call you later okay?” Declan looked over at your boss’s door before he looked down at you and nodded. “Of course, I’ll talk to you later,” he gave you a quick wink and left without another word. 

After your shift at the diner ended, you changed into your jeans, a t-shirt and a heavy coat before heading out to the old barn your father owned. Once you got there, your father stood inside and looked at you as you entered. “Y/N, perfect timing. I need to speak with you about Declan.” he grabbed your arm and pulled you off to the side. “What's going on between the two of you?” he asked as you shrugged, “Nothing, we’re friends dad, he does want to take me out again tomorrow night after the pack meeting and I accepted.” you said as he pushed his lips out. “I want you to stay away from him. He’s an alpha and an outsider. He doesn't know what’s good for you or this pack.” he growled before turning toward the stalls. “Get them ready, tonight's color is blue. NO ONE enters without that color on their wrist. Do you understand me?” he growled as he got in your face. You nodded. “Yes Dad-” “What?” he snapped. “Yes Alpha.” you whimpered and walked over to the stall. You absolutely hated this. But an order was an order and you couldn’t say no to the pack master until you were claimed. 

You pulled open the door, the girls inside were crying already, and you knew that tonight would be a rough one. You took each girl, hosed her down, and then chained her up. You put a different girl in each stall, and waited for your father to come back to approve each one. 

Your father walked through each stall, nodding to each girl. He rearranged some, but kept them mostly the way they were. You walked outside as he followed you. “Been hearing rumors you were locking lips with that Declan at the diner today. That true?” Your father asked as you shook your head, “no, he just comes in for lunch and we talk is all, he's real nice. I’d like to go out to dinner with him again tomorrow night after the pack meeting…” You said softly as you sat down on the stool. Your father walked up to you and trapped you between him and the wall, placing his arms on either side of you. “You listen to me Omega, the only reason you ain’t chained up in there is because you’re my daughter! You know damn good and well I can make anything happen to anyone. You wanna be locked up and used like those whores in there?!” He asked, gripping your throat. “Are you a whore, omega?” He growled as you struggled to breathe, clawing at his hand, shaking your head, you whimpered. “Please,” you gasped as he watched you with dead, cold eyes. “Say. It.” He growled. 

You felt the tears running down your cheeks, the pressure of no air entering your body starting to become too much. “Alpha please.” You felt yourself start to lose consciousness. 

As soon as he released his hand, you gasped for air, falling from your spot, you landed on the cold hard ground coughing violently. A tall figure hid in the trees, watching with dark and narrowed eyes. 

As the damp, cold night air sat in more, you kept your place out by the barn, betas and alphas coming up, giving you cash and the magic word, and bam, they were in. You opened the door to let them through, hearing the screams and cries, the moans, the smells. You swallowed thickly, biting back tears as you returned to your seat. Then, Marcus Phillips walked through the treeline, and his two beta buddies, grinning at you from ear to ear. You looked up at him. “Fee’s $100 bucks tonight, and I need the passcode.” you said as he chuckled. “I wanna know how much for you.” he smirked, leaning closer as you leaned back against the barn. “I'm not part of it, I just man the door.” you tried to get as much distance between the two of you, but Marcus wasn’t having it. 

“Oh yeah? Bet ole’ Pack Master would let me have a special taste.” he gripped your jaw scenting you. You pushed at him trying to get away but he moved his grip to your throat, “Easy Omega, or I might end it now.” he snarled. 

A loud growl ripped through the treeline sending a cold chill down everyone's spine, as Marcus fell to the ground, you were grabbed and swung behind a strong, tall figure. “Back off.” a deep, gravely voice growled out. You stared up at the man in shock. “Who the fuck are you?” Marcus smirked as he looked up. 

You shook behind the familiar alpha, your hands clutching to his warm jacket as he growled. “You’re messin with a member of my pack, back off.” His voice had deepened and his body was shaking slightly with anger. “Look caveman, that there is Pack Masters daughter, he decides who has a go at her. NOT you. So why dont you fuck off and let me get my moneys worth.” he stepped forward until Declan grabbed him by the throat, “Do you need a reminder of how two alphas fighting over one omega usually ends?” he growled, narrowing his eyes. 

Marcus’s eyes widened as he struggled against his hand, Declan threw him down on the ground and stood over him. “I’d say, you lose this one. Go on, before I bring out the old laws.” you stayed close to Declan as the three boys took off through the trees. You hadn’t realized you’d been crying until Declan looked down at you, his features softening as he wrapped you up against his chest inside his jacket. “Come on, you’re coming home with me.” you whimpered and shook your head. “I can’t leave, my father won’t let me…the night isn’t done.” you whispered. Declan looked down at your confusion covering his features before he looked at the barn, the smell and sounds finally hitting him. “Jesus Christ. What the fuck is going on?” You whimpered quietly as he looked from the barn to you, then back to the barn, it took less than a second for him to piece it together. “You’re not staying here. You’re in danger here.” he held you closer to him, the anger radiating from his body as he snarled in the direction of the barn, before he pulled you back through the trees. 

You knew your father would be angry, “I won’t be able to return home,” you whispered quietly as you looked up at him, tears in your eyes. Declan stopped and looked down at you, his features softening as he pulled you into his arms once more. “Shhh, you don’t have to worry about that anymore, you can stay with me, and everything will be fine. I promise, I’m going to fix all of this, no omega should be put through this type of torture.” he kissed your head smoothing your hair as you sobbed into his chest. 

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Danny Phantom Fic Rec - Social Media

I think I did a smaller one of these in the past with just “twitter” types fics; so here we are!

the one where phantom gets a twitter account

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Tucker Foley’s Top Secret AV Journal

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TikTok on the clock

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subscribe for more homegrown organic ghost memes

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Danny the Viewtuber (series)

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With a Thousand Lies, and a Good Disguise

1st Period English

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Einstein at Cracker Barrel

The Amity Record

0 Days Ghost Free

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Danny Phantom Facebook

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[return-of-a-space-cowboy]

🧚‍♀️ Anon

Okay so I rewatched Nightmare on Elm Street with my Uncle and I was suddenly struck with an idea, so here it is (I’ll get more ideas as I go for the spooky season)

Yandere Dream Demon!Diavolo who’s been tormenting and killing the people who caused his demise, only he’s now targeting Trish who’s trying to understand who he is and why he’s targeting her (Along with strange memories and feelings that she knows him somewhere in her past)

Only to learn from her Mother, Darling, that this Diavolo can’t hurt her because he’s dead, as she killed him to protect her daughter Trish and married Bruno (Darling killed Diavolo when Trish was a baby to protect her)

Diavolo is trying to kill Trish for revenge (As he believes it’s her fault for his death) and plans to take Darling to his realm forever (It’s Trish’s fears that are feeding Diavolo’s powers)

Trish and Bruno have to work together along with the individuals Diavolo’s been tormenting (Leone, Mista, Giorno and Narancia) to save Darling from his twisted Dream Realm

I kinda went crazy with this as it’s loosely based off Nightmare on Elm Street

Ooh cool.

So darling was in a relationship with diavolo as a human and one day she left due how toxic the relationship was and finding out she was pregnant.

After giving birth to Trish she meets Bruno and all seemed well til one night while Bruno is on a business trip. Darling hears someone in the house in the early hours of the morning. So she investigates, grabbing a knife in the process. She hears muttering from Trish's room and find someone hovering over her sleeping daughter. She immediately stabs the individual and is horrorfied to see it's her ex.

He tells her that he's going to make her life hell and kill everyone she ever cared about and she kills him. Shortly after Bruno walks in, having arrived early and wanting to surprise her only to stumble into the scene. He knows about Diavolo and everything he did. They call the police and it's deemed self defence.

From then on darling has constant nightmares about Diavolo and wakes up with bruises and scratches on her body. A shaman approaches her, sensing Diavolo's presence and offers to try and repel him. She does along with Bruno and Trish and everything returns to normal.

However Diavolo is not going to stop. He begins to torment others, rumors spread of a pink haired bogey man who haunts and kills people in their sleep and that fear makes him stronger.

And like he claimed before death, he starts targeting people darling knows. Including a now teen Trish. However she always wakes up before dying due to the ritual.

She opens up to darling and she's horrified, tries reaching out to the shaman again but they're found dead in their bed. Trish asks what's going on and who the man from her dreams is.

Darling sits her down and explains to her that man is her biological father and that he broke into their house with the intent to harm them, she killed him and now his spirit haunts them.

She ends up tell her friends. close childhood friend and classmate Giorno and upperclassmen Mista and Narancia.

Narancia is familiar with the urban legend and is quick to explain everything he knows probably with a silly quip about her relation to the pink haired boogeyman. He doesn't really believe it but is surprising big fan of urban legends and the supernatural.

Of course Narancia is not cool with the situation after he's been visited, flashing off a grizzly cut across his arm. Slowly everyone else starts having nightmares and now Diavolo is able to breakthrough.

One morning darling doesn't wake up and is taken to the hospital. The doctors are confused by her condition as her brain activity is extremely active.

Bruno immediately leaves the hospital with Trish who's confused as to why he's leaving. When they get home he reveals a large scar along his chest, Diavolo visited him that night and told him that he intended to take darling away and that is proof that he has.

Bruno reveals that he met someone who offered a way to rid them of Diavolo for good but it would involve going into the dream world, Where Diavolo has an advantage.

That's when his friend Leone arrives, covered in scars from previous nightmares. She questions why he's alive if Diavolo kills people in their sleep. It's assumed he keeps people around them to suffer to instil more fear.

Bruno and Leone intend to go through with the ritual alone but knowing this Diavolo draws in Trish and friends too.

[ivystoryweaver]

Spectre

A Moon Knight Halloween Love Story

Event #6: A Nightmare on Elm Street

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Event #6 Summary: Marc spends the evening with you and Steven gets a haunting

Pairing this chapter: Marc Spector x f!reader, Steven Grant x f!reader (Jake mentioned)

Word count: 3k

Content: ANGST, the yearning, ghost probs (no body), language, dealing with death and grief, manner and COD discussed, violence, spooky/horror elements, probably inaccurate DID (show based), not beta’d

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PREVIOUSLY on "Spectre"...

"And...and maybe don't sell the house just yet?" You barely managed that request in a choked whisper. "If this is the only place I am besides the dark, and...and you guys leave then, I'm afraid - "

"Of the dark," he solemnly concluded. Reaching for your hand again - pointless, though it was, he made a vow. "Baby, look at me. I will never leave you here alone. Never. I promise you."

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Marc wanted to stay home with you all day, but you insisted that they lead normal lives. You promised to come back.

He wanted to kiss you goodbye. You’d just told each other you loved one another. It almost seemed as if he was headed downtown to work, and you would venture into your loft to write for the day.

You missed your loft. Why couldn’t you go in there? Maybe if you concentrated hard enough…

You missed writing. Maybe you could write some children’s ghost stories. After all, you now had first hand experience.

What…were you thinking? Write?

Was this death? Feeling all these tormented emotions? And good ones too? The sparkle of laughter with Jake, the yearning to talk to Steven, the love and longing, even lust for Marc.

And the guilt. You were too harsh with Marc before, when you said he ran away from pain or punched it in the face. You had to see him again soon, to apologize. He was going through too much already - he didn’t deserve that - not from you.

“I’m so sorry, Marc,” you whispered into the stillness of your bedroom. As if he could hear you.

The feelings washed over you, making you feel…alive. And clearer than you had felt since you first became aware of yourself, or of this room.

You waited all day. This was new. It was boring. But boring was better than darkness. Feeling anything was better.

You were practically bouncing with anticipation by the time the sun set. Finally Marc arrived.

You called his name as soon as you saw him climbing the front steps to your front door, and didn’t stop until he was standing in front of you.

“Baby? You okay?” He huffed, having run up the stairs.

“Yes, you can see me?”

“Yeah,” he confirmed, pulling off his jacket. “The way you were calling my name, I thought…something was wrong.”

You both realized how weird that sounded. Being dead kind of meant everything was wrong.

So you told him about your day. How you thought and thought and felt so many feelings. How you wondered about writing and your loft. How you never went back to the Dark Place. And how very sorry you were for what you said to him.

“I’m the last person who should be confirming your worst thoughts about yourself, Marc,” you explained. “Please forgive me, I felt terrible about it all day. I’m so sorry.”

His brow furrowed with confusion. “You didn’t do anything wrong, sweetheart.” No way he wanted you of all people to feel anything negative. You were the one who lost your life after all.

You talked for a little while longer, about simple things - his day at work, his walk home. Ordinary things. He mentioned speaking with Ms. Marjorie and you shared that you heard Steven speaking about her quaint, lovely shop.

Finally, Marc’s stomach growled, letting you both know that he needed some dinner. He could plainly see that you were anxious about him leaving the room.

“Just gonna grab some leftovers, honey, I’ll be right back,” he softly assured you.

Great. Now you were a clingy ghost. What the hell…

He wasn’t gone long, by your estimation anyway, and ate in your bedroom, with the two of you sitting on the bed. Then you felt even more guilty, as if you were trapping him here somehow.

“Hey, is the World Series on yet?” You asked, knowing October meant baseball postseason.

“Next week,” he clarified. “Why do you ask?”

You smiled at him knowingly. “Well, I mean…you can go watch baseball if you want to. You don’t have to sit in here all night.”

He pretended to be offended. “You trying to get rid of me?”

“No! No, I just…I want you to live your normal life…” You trailed off, sighing wistfully.

“Fuck it, I’ll just move the TV up here. Or get a new one,” he shrugged. “I want to be with you.”

That proclamation sobered you both, because it was the whole problem. You couldn’t be together. Not really.

“I want that too,” you whispered, easing a little closer to where he sat, leaning against the bed’s headboard. “It’s all I want. To be with you. But…it’s too late.”

“It’s not too late,” he found himself telling you, without really thinking before he spoke.

You frowned, confused.

“That’s what you kept saying, or…some voice I kept hearing when you first started appearing to me. ‘It’s not too late’. Even Ms. Marjorie said it. I didn't realize it til now but...I've heard it a few times: 'it's not too late.' What do you think it means?"

You shook your head. "No idea. It's obviously too late for us to really be together...isn't it?"

The sight of your wide, hopeful eyes broke his heart. "There has to be a reason you're here."

You talked a little while longer, about what this all could possibly mean. And instead of fading away, you seemed energized...and felt more alive, but you definitely were not.

Marc kept trying to touch you on instinct and you were most assuredly a ghost.

So you talked about ghosts: about myths and fables and any lore you could think of. You even looked it up online. Marc admitted Steven might be the better consult regarding this topic, but you both soberly remembered that he couldn't see you.

Which hurt because you felt overlooked and Marc felt crazy. But it wasn't Steven's fault, clearly.

"Ghosts can have unfinished business," Marc read from his phone screen. "All right, who are you still pissed at?"

The tension in his shoulders and the scowl he normally wore had relaxed as the night wore on. He almost seemed like his old self again. The person he was with you. The loving partner you adored, not the grief-stricken lonely man who questioned his sanity.

"No one," you thoughtfully answered, not knowing how the next words out of your mouth would change everything. "Well maybe the asshole who killed me."

Marc's phone dropped out of his hand and hit the mattress. He went deadly serious in one second flat. The mirth in his eyes turned stone cold - his lips parted as he drew a shuddering breath.

"W-what did you just say?" He choked out.

Shit, that wasn't a topic you should have made light of, or thrown around carelessly. Marc must still be reeling from your murder, if not blaming himself for it somehow.

"I'm sorry I said that - "

"What...did you say?" He covered his mouth with both hands as his eyes burned with fury. Pushing up off the bed, his fingers tore through his hair. "You...you weren't murdered," he gasped, his chest heaving the way it normally did right before he panicked. He wouldn't likely be here for much longer.

"You weren't," he hissed out a whisper. "What are you saying? There was an autopsy. You weren't...what are you saying!?"

Shit.

You floated off the bed, bewildered. You hadn't considered, even for a moment, that Marc was unaware of how you died. And it hadn't exactly come up.

"Marc, I...it doesn't matter how it happened, really. I didn't mean to...I thought you knew - "

"Yes, it really fucking does matter," he snapped, his fists clenched so tight they were turning white. His wild, frantic eyes landed on you, and seeing your distress, he shook his head in agony.

"You were...how? Who did this?" He let out a choked sob. "Tell me who. Who hurt you?"

"I-I don't know him. Marc, I thought you knew. If I wouldn't have gone to see Jake that night - "

"What?"

You went into the city the night you died? And Jake never fucking thought to mention it?

"I...I was on my way to see Jake." You did that sometimes - ride around with him at night, when Marc and Steven would have the next day off. It was a way to spend a little extra time with Jake, in his environment - his own little world. Plus it was fun to stay out all night, driving people around, eating at your favorite diner...making love in the back seat...

"I never made it," you explained. "I-I was still here in town when a man grabbed me - covered my mouth. He was strong. Then he moved my arm and I felt a pinch underneath my armpit. And that's all. He...maybe he injected me with something."

Marc pushed the heels of his hands against his eyes, almost doubling over in agony. "No. No, no, no, no." He banged his fists against his forehead and before you could follow your instinct to go to him - before you could even remember you wouldn't be able to touch him, he was gone.

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Steven straightened up, blinking a few times before using his sleeve to dry his eyes. "What?"

He glanced around, trying to get his bearings when he heard the most heartbreaking cry of anguish...

coming from you.

“Bloody hell!” Steven gasped, scrambling away from your visage - not because it was you. He simply wasn’t expecting anyone at all to be in his bedroom. And he still couldn't see you, but he did hear someone cry out.

“No, no, no,” you cried, knowing Steven couldn’t see you.

"Losing m'mind," he mumbled, drawing his hands to his chest. His eyes swept across the room nervously, but he saw nothing.

"Maybe this place really is haunted," he murmured to himself. Deciding to take an evening walk and shake himself out of his spooky mindset, Steven found his shoes before shuffling downstairs, leaving you alone and heartbroken.

The feeling of being alive was so close, you could almost taste it. Your chest heaved with emotion - your heart, which stopped pumping life through your veins months ago, raced with worry for Marc and longing for Steven.

"Steven, please," you gasped, in a manner that would have been tearful, except that you had no tears to cry.

But he was gone.

Steven no longer lived in complete oblivion as he once did. If he suddenly fronted, his cheeks wet with Marc's tears, there was clearly a reason. Maybe Marc was still seeing you. He wasn't sure right at the moment because his alter was quiet - nowhere to be found, really. And it wasn't a parlor trick. He couldn't force Marc to appear or share anything.

Perhaps your little bungalow truly was haunted. Without giving it much thought, Steven's feet carried him back downtown, straight to the "Mystic Delights and Other Charming Novelties" shop.

He was looking for Ms. Marjorie. He wanted answers and somehow, he felt that she could give them.

But as he rounded the corner onto Main Street, he stopped short. There, right where the Mystic Delights shop should be, was...nothing. The building was dark and little run down. Unoccupied.

"Wait a minute..." Steven mused to himself, inspecting the darkened windows, where twinkle lights had recently shone out, welcoming him in. He scurried a few more doors down, to Mrs. Alraune's flower shop. Her store was closed, but in tact.

Retracing his steps, Steven tried to reason with himself about where Ms. Marjorie and her lovely shop could possibly be.

Finally, he decided to inquire in the corner drug store. He recognized the face of the cashier but didn't know her name. She looked to be in her early 20s and often rang Steven's order when he stopped in.

He inquired after Ms. Marjorie and the little shop that had come to mean so much to him in only a couple days.

Devon, the young cashier was named, told him she had been employed at the drug store since high school and that particular store had changed owners a few times. The city had tried to clean it up on many occasions but she couldn't remember an antique store - not recently, anyway.

"No, that's not possible," Steven argued. Realizing his words might offend, he apologized. "Sorry, I just...I swear there was a lovely little antique shop right there. The most extraordinary woman owns it..."

Realizing he sounded like he wasn't quite right, he offered up one more apology and left.

Steven felt more confused than ever. Where was Ms. Marjorie? And her shop? Who was making noises in his home? And why had Marc claimed to see you?

October 31st hadn't quite rolled around, but Steven was all done with spooks. He walked home, quickening his pace, fueled by confusion and agitation.

Once he reached your front yard, he saw the curtain of his bedroom rustling.

"All right, ghost," he firmly declared, "I'm coming up and you bloody well better make yourself plain. No more games."

He rushed up the front steps to unlock the front door, hoping with all his heart that, if you were here - if Marc really saw you - that he might see you too.

So he called your name.

"Darling, I know I haven't been able to see you, and...I don't even know if you're here, but please...please send me some kind of a sign."

Turning this way and that, he checked the living room, the kitchen. With a heavy sigh, he climbed the stairs to the bedroom, pausing at your picture in the hallway.

"What's happening, love? Marc is seeing you, and I'm apparently having tea with a spectre instead of a shopkeeper. Please...are you there?"

His shoulders slumped in defeat and confusion, he trudged the final step into your once-shared bedroom

...and there you were.

Right there, seated on the edge of the bed, wearing Marc's hoodie.

"Oh my days," he breathed, his eyes widening as he stepped right in front of you. “Darling? Is it really you?”

Your gaze, so forlorn, snapped up to his. “Steven?” You gasped, “Can…can you see me?”

He rubbed his eyes for good measure, then nodded eagerly. “You are here. Aren’t you, love?”

"Steven, oh my god," you breathed, rising to meet him, wishing with all your nonexistent heart you could throw your arms around him. "I've been trying to talk to you, but you couldn't hear me, or see me," You emphatically explained.

"God, I'm so sorry," he sincerely returned, his dark eyes shifting, studying you with concern. "I didn't mean to doubt you. I'm sorry."

He shook his head in wonder. "I can't believe it. Marc was right. H-how are you here?" Stepping closer, he interrupted himself. "Are you alright, love? You're not hurt or anything? I mean, besides the obvious..."

He trailed off, granting you a bewildered smile as he drew his hands close to his chest. Oh, how you missed this precious, adorable man of yours.

"No, I'm okay. I was with Marc before. Then you left."

You explained to Steven a little of what had been going on, with your talks with Marc and Jake. Then you asked Steven if any of them knew how you died.

"Coroner said your heart just stopped," Steven explained.

"Yeah because someone injected me with something," you supplied, feeling the need to pace back in forth, even though you were really sort of floating. "They didn't find anything in my system? A drug, or a puncture mark under my arm?"

"Darling you're not...you're not suggesting that you were...killed?"

Just the thought of some asshole taking you away from your life - from your stories, your loft, from the town you adored, from this house and from the man you wanted to marry and have a family with - the feeling of the helplessness and despair you felt in that moment boiled into rage.

Without even realizing what you were doing, you curled your fingers into fists, squeezed your eyes shut and cried out, sending a wave of energy jolting through your bedroom, knocking Steven clean off his feet. The power was so strong, it knocked the lamp off the bedside table, crashing to the floor, and lastly, the mirror over your dresser shattered.

You acted out of pure spectral instinct.

Steven reacted equally, having summoned his Mr. Knight suit without a second thought. He didn't even intend to do it - it just happened as soon as his mind registered the danger of falling and flying glass.

The sight of your partner "taking arms", or suiting up in his defense against you...

It absolutely shattered you. The coherent thoughts you wanted to share with your partner were as scattered as the shattered mirror glass.

Powerful emotions swirled and blurred into despair. You found yourself untethered from the sweet conversation, longing and desire with your partner - the serenity you had experienced here over the last day or so, with Marc and Jake.

The broken lamp sent the room into darkness and as you fell further into despair, you could no longer detect the white of Steven's suit, or see even the moon's glow through the window.

You thought you heard your name called, but it was galaxies away, the way a voice above the surface of a swimming pool sounds when you're underwater.

The sound faded and all that was left was the Dark.

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[bleue-flora]

Well since everyone’s doing staged duo headcanon I might as well follow @dr3amofagame [post] and @elmhat [post], and throw in my two cents, which is probably less headcanon and more interpretation of canon.

c!Dream and c!Punz’s insistence on answers and power is only half true. Or at least not the full picture. They do want knowledge and answers but not because of power or greed, but because they were hurt by random people like c!Tommy and c!Wilbur showing up with no explanation. The power they strived for wasn’t a ruling, controlling power but the ability to protect what they value, whether from the rest of the server or death.

c!Dream did tell c!Punz about the torture. Debatable on how much detail he goes into but he does tell him, even if prompted first. I think this for a couple reasons. Firstly, to c!Purpled, c!Punz says, “But they were, Dream told me how Sam let him in freely and allowed him to do unspeakable things to him, that wasn’t a prison that was Hell in a box,” basically telling us that c!Dream told c!Punz and while this could be argued as manipulation, it also just makes sense. He also says “And Quackity was allowed to go in and torture him Every. Single. Day. Purpled, do you know what that does to a man, do you know the limits that people have it—it goes beyond those limits, it's not okay,” and his highlight of it being daily is telling to me. It didn’t have to be daily to be brutal and horrible and have lasting effects. Unless he watches Quackity go in and out covered in blood Every Single Day, at which point would cause some serious concern, then how would he know it was daily unless c!Dream told him? And I am of the opinion that if he had noticed Quackity coming in and out of the prison covered in blood, suspecting c!Dream was being tortured then he would have said something to c!Dream or in his own inner thoughts during the Jailbreak stream. Secondly, as someone with the Revive book it’d be kinda reckless to not inform c!Punz about what happened. He kinda should know who is a major threat and what lengths people are willing to go. After all, should they find out he has the book somehow he needs to be informed on what that could mean for him. But even so, I don’t think c!Dream just offered up that information without c!Punz either asking or doing/saying something that persuades c!Dream to tell him. c!Punz definitely suspects first before he learns more details.

c!Punz did not know why c!Dream wanted Quackity’s location or what he intended to do with the information in the scrapped lore. So, he didn’t take time to scope it out, it was more of - here’s where he lives sorta deal (like if c!Dream asked where Kinoko Kingdom is, then it’s not like c!Punz is going to scope out the place for booby traps and such, he’d just give the location). So, he doesn’t learn about the torture till after, when c!Dream is way worse for wear and tells him what happened in Pandora’s Vault, but I do agree, not about what exactly happened in the scrapped lore (it would make him look too weak).

I think I do have to agree with dr3 and elm on c!Punz going behind c!Dream’s back when going to Purpled. I don’t think c!Dream would risk c!Punz’s exposure like that after everything he sacrificed to keep them a secret and yea c!Dream definitely doesn’t have the info on c!Purpled and c!Slime to put together that plan. I could definitely see it as c!Punz’s own like redemption for the failed first attempt at revenge that he is inadvertently at fault for. Like after finding out about the torture and why c!Dream wanted to know where Quackity was, he is upset and goes to form a plan for better revenge, which after a certain point of success he ropes c!Dream in.

c!Punz does visit the prison, but not before Dream breaks out and not like all the time but just because c!Tommy or c!Sapnap may be watching the place doesn’t mean c!Punz can’t sneak it. He’s a spy after all, it’s kinda his job. I get this impression based on how c!Punz and c!Dream seem to show off the prison together in the finale - ‘let’s show them a part they haven’t been to before.’ And while the deterioration of the prison is a great parallel to Tommy’s overgrown home, both representing the poor mental states of the characters, I think it is worth noting that it’d be really suspicious if the prison was all nice. Like yea ideally no one gets in, but if they do it’s a good deterrent for the place to look dirty and abandoned. After all, who would live in such a mess? Is similar to the mindset or who chooses to live in their own torture box? Who chooses to live in their own hell?... 

c!Punz is jealous of c!George.

[adozentothedawn]

I know I already talked about this a few years ago but can we again talk about the dumbass map and what it implies about Waidwen's war plans?

I mean what is going on here???

So there's no way in hell that Saint's Rest isn't named for him, so he came through here, on his way to the border. Alright, so far so good. Then he decides to march south to cross a whole ass mountain range instead of just taking the normal road, which is weird, but alright, maybe that pass there at Ondra's boot was well protected and he decided it would take less fighting to get through Cold Morn, which he was right about, so I am willing to accept that. Then he got to Mercy Vale, which is also fine, that is how the road goes. A bit strange considering that his end goal was Twin Elms but whatever, fine, maybe he wanted to take over Fleetbreaker Castle to break resistence. And then... he marched back up north?? To Readceras??? Why the hell is the Godhammer Citadel so far north?? The fuck was he doing there?? Even considering Eothas already knew about the bomb and had for some reason decided this was a good idea (Eothas is unfortunately not known for his great planning or scheming skills), the Readceran army had no reason at all to go there. None. Zilch. Why did the Dyrwood think they could make him? "The fields, maybe they reminded him of his past as a farmer" look Durance, I know you're stupid but even you should be able to tell there's something up there. Also what fields, there's a giant saltwater bay right next to it, what were's you farming there, glasswort?? And while we're at it, what the fuck is Evon Dewr Bridge actually bridging?? It's clearly not the bay, it's much to tiny for that, there's no river anywhere, so why the hell is there a fancy ass bridge???

So, in order to deal with these descrepancies, I propose two things:

#1: This map is in fact diagetic, and was constructed by the in-universe equivalent of Herodot, some guy (likely Aedyran lets be real) who's writing entertainment textbooks for a living and has actually been in the Eastern Reach. He's just kinda heard things and then started drawing in landmarks where he thought they'd look nice. He also has not heard about the Bridge Part of the Godhammer, just the Citadel, explaining why it's just marked as Godhammer Citadel, and he decided to put at the admittdely most logical point of entry into the Dyrwood from Readceras, assuming that's what that was about.

#2: The actual Godhammer Bridge is somewhere southwest of Mercy Vale, crossing the river there, meaning there is a point for a bridge and a reason for Waidwen to want to cross it. Considering timeline issues we'll just assume the river placement is also off, as well as the exact locations of Cold Morn and Mercy Vale.

Thank you for coming to my increasingly unhinged ted talk about a game I love but whose maps I hate (and love).

[thoughtportal]

Not a whole lot is known about the backstory of this PSA, which was made in the early 1990s as part of the We Care About New York campaign started by Mayor Ed Koch a decade earlier. When we asked the Sanitation Department about it, a spokesperson said that the officials who would have been responsible for it have passed away. “We have never really been clear on the specifics there—who approached whom, who paid, etc,” DSNY’s Joshua Goodman told us.

Goodman suggested we speak to the PSA’s cinematographer, Frederick Elmes. Elmes regularly collaborated with Lynch—they made “Eraserhead” and “Blue Velvet” together, among other films, as well as a string of commercials.

We reached out to Elmes to learn more about how Lynch’s We Care About New York ad, and he was kind enough to speak with us.

This interview has been lightly edited and condensed for clarity.

Hell Gate: Tell me about how this PSA got made.

Frederick Elmes: David Lynch and I went to film school together. We went to the American Film Institute, and we made the film “Eraserhead” together, and I worked with him on several other features. In the midst of all this, I started shooting television commercials. And David kind of had an interest in making short films, like, you know, television commercials, but there really wasn’t anybody that was too tuned in to what he was doing. We did work together on one French perfume commercial in the early days. I would say that this job for the New York City Sanitation Department was just completely the opposite. 

So where the French commercial was this kind of romantic, very dreamy, beautiful woman in a beautiful house in Paris, with sort of gorgeous color, this spot with the rats is very gritty New York, black and white, with food spilling in the streets. But that’s what they wanted to see. It was supposed to be a rough-edged look at people throwing trash just anywhere and trying to help break that habit, because what it leads to is the rat population.

Did you interface at all with the Sanitation Department? Did they know what they were getting?

No, I’m sure they had no idea what they were getting. I’m certain they had no idea. I mean, there was no such thing as making a storyboard about it. David may have made a couple of little sketches about trash in the street and rats crawling around in the gutter and in the subway system and so on. But I don’t think they had any sense of the mood of it, or the music—the music kind of swells and gets kind of gruesome there at the end. 

In fact, it’s hard to know just what part the Sanitation Department had in it. I mean, it’s a PSA, so the job goes out to an advertising agency who comes up with a concept and tries to put together a package—”Yes, this director and here’s the story we’d like to tell,” and then they get some input from the director. I don’t know that I ever remember seeing a script. I just remember David listing off a bunch of shots that we had to do in various neighborhoods in the city. 

Did David come up with the specific images of people across the city—like the mom kneeling down and giving her daughter a popsicle and then carelessly tossing the wrapper?

Yeah. The agency liked seeing that sort of thing because, yes, it’s trash in the streets. I don’t believe they ever had a sense of the edge that David Lynch would put on it.

Filming the rats—how did you do that? You must have had to get really close to them.

Really, really close. Yes. We used special close-up lenses to let us get in there. And it couldn’t just be in a studio, it had to be in a gritty situation. We weren’t going to build that, we just went and found it. I don’t remember where we shot, but it could have been in part of the subway system where there’s decay, and there’s a sense of filth and a little bit of water. You know, a place you wouldn’t ever want to go.

Did you have to wait for a rat to emerge to start filming them?

No, we didn’t. We brought rats. We actually had some control over the rats. There was an official rat handler that helped us with controlling things, and it was all quite humane.

Did David tell you specifically, “Get in really close on those rat teeth?”

Yeah, oh, absolutely. I don’t know that that was ever in his description to anyone else. [Laughs]. But he and I had a plan to get super close and not miss any detail there.

What was y’all’s relationship to New York City? 

I grew up on the East Coast, I knew the city pretty well. David had been to the city and was certainly familiar with it, but was living in Los Angeles. Actually, we were both living in Los Angeles at that time, so we had to come out to the city to scout these locations to make it happen. It was a pretty low-budget affair. It’s a PSA, not a real commercial, as it were.

What was it like seeing it on TV?

It was pretty shocking. It really did stir things up. It was so contrary to any other campaign that we’d heard of. I remember getting calls from people, some of the local New York crew that I knew would say, “Oh yeah, I saw it. Wow. It’s making waves.” [Laughs] It was shocking that this would actually go on television, it was so edgy.

Did you get any notes from the Sanitation Department?

No, I just remember the shock from friends and people who worked on it saying, “Oh my God, it’s on the air!” 

It is funny to think of a cereal ad with cheery upbeat music, and then right afterwards, you get rat teeth and all these really dissonant horns and that kind of wailing sound effect. 

It’s all stuff that David built. They are effects that David built. He was particularly good at putting together a moving soundtrack, something that connects emotionally with the images. So he had a bunch of tricks up his sleeve to build those tracks. He loved that sense of industrial city sounds, and he had a library of things, so he just drew from that. And we had a sound recorder with us so we could actually collect things on the fly as we were shooting.

What else do you remember about shooting this ad, or working with David Lynch back in that time?

It was a wonderful exploration, because it was an opportunity for us to make a short film together. David and I just loved doing that sort of thing, working on little shorts. 

And this one had a real sense of purpose—that we could take this idea that they want a PSA that’s going to promote this notion of getting rid of waste, and actually make a film that promotes that. For us, it was like a playground, a fun project to do and see it through the laboratory and get the sound right and all those things. And then realize that, yeah, they actually liked it enough to use it, you know? [Laughs]

There’s a lot of discussion now about how good David Lynch was at highlighting the surreal that exists within the mundane, and when you think about it, it’s kind of surreal that we New Yorkers just walk around in mounds of trash with rats crawling around us. This PSA really gets at that.

David was pretty good at catching that feeling, at creating images that make you feel a certain way. I don’t know what effect this PSA had, but that was a pretty rotten time in New York City. I used to shoot in the city a lot on films, and it was a time when the city was not in great shape. 

The trash was bad, but everything was bad. There were problems with finances and all those things. The infrastructure was falling apart. Maybe this played a little role in making people realize what was happening.

I do wish it had been a little more effective on the rat front.

I’ll tell you, it used to be worse than what it is now. 

Well thank you so much for speaking with me—I’m really sorry for your loss.

Yeah, it’s been a really rough, rough time. I had been in touch with him, and I knew he was sick, and the emphysema was getting worse. And I think the fires and all that just just made it even, rougher on him, because he lived in the Hollywood Hills there. 

I knew him for many, many years. We worked on a lot of projects together, and he was a wonderful, wonderful collaborator. He always listened. He was always curious what others working with him had to say, what their thoughts were. And he was willing to try to integrate and use other opinions in his work. 

His work was pretty transformative on all levels, whether it was about rats, or about a piece of music, or a song in a dramatic film. It was pretty transformative and original work that he did, completely unique. He wasn’t someone who was interested in pleasing the crowd. He was not interested in joining Hollywood and making Hollywood sorts of movies. He really had his own ideas, his own visions, and he stayed with it.

[final-girl96]

Killer Geek Chapter Thirteen

September 24, 1996

Casey Becker's House

Narrator

Casey Becker was set up for a movie night with her boyfriend Steve Orth. She set two VHS tapes on the kitchen counter, Halloween and Nightmare On Elm Street, before making her way into the living room. She turned on the lamp that sat atop the tv stand, then padded over to the sliding glass doors to make sure they were locked and the back patio light was off. When she turned to head back into the kitchen to make popcorn, the phone rang.

Early That Same Day

Yn

After I woke up and got ready for school I went downstairs to the kitchen. Stu was already here, which is kind of abnormal. He's usually always late if he decides to come over in the morning to pick us up. He and Billy are again sitting at the table, breakfast sandwiches from the local cafe in front of them. They were talking about something and haven't seen me yet, so I backed up a little and listened.

“It's tonight. When her parents leave for their dinner party tonight we will be sitting down the road. As soon as they're tail lights aren't visible anymore, that's when we get out of the car and head to the house. Leave the car where it's at so we can get out of there before her parents get back.”

Stu took a bit from his sandwich and nodded. I walked in after Billy was done talking, making them turn to look at me. “Good morning, idiots. Stu, I'm surprised you're here an hour before we need to be at school instead of five minutes before.” Billy was glaring at me for interrupting them. “How long have you been standing?” He asked.

“What? I literally just walked in, Billy. Don't worry, I didn't hear your plans to fondle each other later.” Billy's jaw clenched, hands balled into fists as he shot daggers at me. “Calm down. I didn't hear whatever you were talking about. Even if I did, I wouldn't give a shit.” I grabbed a bowl, the cereal, and milk, sat them on the counter and made a bowl of cereal. Then I went over and sat at the table with Stu and Billy. The both of them looked nervous; suspicious even, but I didn't push or ask what they were up to.

After I was done eating I put my bowl in the sink and headed back upstairs to finish getting ready for school. When I came back down they were gone. “Seriously? They just left me here?! What assholes.” I grabbed my keys, locked the door behind me, and walked down the front steps. “Hey!” I jumped, spun, he swung my fist. A hand grabbed my wrist before my fist connected with their face. “Whoa! Hey, it's just me.”

“Jesus, Randy! What the hell?” I hit him in the shoulder, pushing him back a step. “Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. Just thought I could take you to school.” I raised my eyebrows, “Oh.” I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks, making me look down at the ground so Randy wouldn't see. “Um…yeah, okay.”

Casey Beckers

Casey wishes she never answered the phone. She should have asked yn to stay with her instead of Steve. Steve was late and now she was making sure every door and window was locked. The creep on the phone was watching her but she couldn't see where else was.

After she made sure the front door was locked she backed up, heart pounding, hands shaking. She looked around her to make sure nobody was sneaking up on her. She jumped when someone knocked on the door. “Who's there?” She asked, her voice trembling with fear. “I'm calling the police!”

When she went to pick up the phone, it rang…again for the tenth time, or at least that's what it felt like. Every time she would hang up on the person messing with her they would just call back. She hesitantly answered the phone, knowing they would only keep calling. “What do you want from me?” She cried into the phone. “Don't you know you're never supposed to ask who's there?” The distorted voice asked.

“What do you want?!” Casey screamed. “To see your insides on the outside!” The voice growled on the other end. Casey cried out and hung the phone up again. She stepped down into the living room, rushing to the patio door and making sure it was locked.

She jumped when the phone rang in her hand. She reluctantly answered it without having to ask who it was. “Before you might want to look outside before you hang up again.” She slowly walked back to the patio door and flicked the light on. She cried out, unlocked the door, and started to open it.

“I wouldn't do that.”

She locked the door again, crying at the sight in front of her. Her boyfriend Steve was in one of the patio chairs with his arms and legs duct tape to it, with a piece over his mouth. Things didn't go so well after that. The shit fuck on the other end wanted to play some game. He asked questions about horror movies. She got the first ones correct. But he tricked her with the last one.

That one question got her boyfriend killed. When she looked outside again, Steve was now sitting in the chair dead. His insides on the outside. Her stomach churned at the sit, his screams for her would forever be stuck in her head. The nightmare only got worse when a chair came crashing through the glass doors. A scream bubbled up in her throat and she ran to the kitchen.

The Jiffy Pop on the stove was smoking now. She grabbed a knife from the knife block on the counter and headed out the door in the kitchen. When she looked inside she could see the killer In some kind of black clock and a mask walking into the smoky kitchen. She tried to keep the tears at bay, ducking down to get past the windows, but she stopped to look inside one more time.

That was a mistake when the killer popped up and punched through the glass and grabbed a hold of her. She took the phone still in her hand and smashed it into his face and took off across the patio, past Steve's lifeless body. She needed to get to the front yard so she could get to the driveway. Her parents should be returning home soon.

As she rounded the side of the house, thinking she was safe and clear, the killer jumped through the side window and tackled her and wrapped their hands around her throat and squeezed, cutting off her air supply. She was able to get away and keep running to round the corner to the front yard. Headlights were seen getting closer and closer. But she never made it to them, instead arms wrapped her and a knife was plunged into her chest.

Yn

I had decided instead of sitting at home with my nose in a book I would go over to Casey's. We haven't talked all that much anymore, not since she and Stu broke up last year. I wanted to try and rekindle that friendship and forget about everything that happened. She was my best friend; the person I told everything to and I need to talk to her about the feelings I have for Randy.

When I finally made it to the house I parked in front of the garage off to the side behind her car and got out. When I made it to the front door I could see it was open slightly. “Casey?” I pushed the door open more and stepped inside. The house was filled with smoke. “Casey!” I ran inside to see the mess in the living room. One of the patio chairs was surrounded by glass and wooden pieces from the patio door. “Casey! Casey, are you here?!” I went into the kitchen to see something on the stove was on fire.

“Casey!”

I took the thing of Jiffy Pop off the stove and put it in the sink, turning the water on to put the flames out. Then I headed for the stairs, calling out her name but got no response. I ran back downstairs, going into the living and came to a stop when I saw something horrific. Steve Orth was duct tape to a chair with his insides spilling out of him. “Oh, my god! Oh my god!”

I turned around and ran back to the front door, running outside. “Cas…” A scream ripped through me at the site in front of me. My best friend was hanging in the free out front, strung up by her own intestines.

[arc-misadventures]

Friends AU: Still want to know how the other specialists react to pictures of Jaune's nephew, and whether or not Winter is now planning on calling Saphron for Jaune's baby pictures

Sorry, I would have answered these sooner, just couldn't make it work. Until now!

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I Regret That Now

Marrow: Oh gods... it's in my tail?!

Jaune: I thought, Grimm didn't have guts!?

Vine: They don't.

Harriet: Then why the hell am I covered in Grimm guts?!

Winter: Because, you destroyed, Vilbiofactor's creep sack, after you threw a gernade down it's throat, and it exploded. It's filled with biowaste that the, Grimm produces. It fires these as a bioweapon, granted when it get's vomited it is there where it is actually dangerous, so you should be happy you didn't get covered in that.

Harriet: Oooo, listen to misses fancy pants rich Mcgee over here! Fuck you!

Winter: E-Excuse me?!

Jaune: Please forgive her; She's just upset that we're covered in, Grimm guts, and you're not.

Winter: Very well, I'll let it slide...

Jaune: Now then, everyone hit the showers!

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Jaune: Bleh... I swear I got some of that in my mouth... tasted like black licorice.

Marrow: Oww... my tail hurts from all the scrubbing... can you top off my aura, Jaune?

Jaune: Yeah sure.

Marrow: Ahh, hahaha! That's the stuff.

Jaune: Oi! What did I say about weird noises when I top off your aura?!

Marrow: Nothing sexual?

Jaune: No! Don't say anything at all!

Marrow: Sorry...

Jaune: Haa whatever... I gotta grab my spare officers uniform now... I need to send all of my stuff to the cleaners. As well as my armour at that! That blasted, Grimm gunk has caked itself onto my armour!

Clover: Hey, relax, Jaune it won't take that long to get rid of it.

Jaune: Oh, stuff it, Lucky Charms!

Clover: What did I do?

Vine: I think he's angry that you didn't get covered in, Grimm guts, even though you were in the blast zone.

Jaune: Very much so.

Clover: Hey?!

Harriet: Ahh~! That's better... you guys doing better?

Jaune: No, only if I can shove, Clover into a mud pit!

Clover: Hey?!

Elm: Good luck with tha...? Hey, Jaune, what are those photos in your locker?

Jaune: These? Oh. they're just photos of my family.

Winter: You put family photos in your locker?

Jaune: Yeah, is there a problem with that?

Vine: Of course it's fine, it's just... There is ten people in that photo alone.

Jaune: Oh yeah, that's my mom, and dad, and my seven sisters.

Elm: Seven sisters?!

Jaune: Yeah, my sisters, and I like to think my parents were really trying for a boy. But, we all know that they just have high libidos... very high libidos... and, loud...

Clover: Ouch.

Harriet: Uhh... Jaune, who's that pair with the kid?

Jaune: Hmm? Oh, that's a photo of my sister, Saphron, and her wife, Terra, and my nephew, Adrian.

Harriet: Nephew...?

Winter: You're... you're an uncle, Jaune...?

Jaune: Yeah.

Harriet: Oh he look adorable!

Winter: He'll be a heartbreaker when he grows up!

Jaune: Uhh, yeah...?

Marrow: You two interested in babies?

Winter: Well...

Harriet: I wouldn't put it like that.

Vine: What, Marrow meant is, are you interested in starting a family one day?

Elm: Oh, you made it sound like you meant something else entirely, Marrow.

Marrow: My bad, I've just seen a lot of woman act weird around babies. Baby fever, and all of that stuff. But, my question still stands, are you two interested in retiring from the, Specialists, and starting a faily?

Winter: Well... I admit... I am interested in having a family some day. With a loving husband, and a few kids running around. But, only with someone special~!

Jaune: Uhh...?

Elm: What about you, Harriet?

Harriet: Oh, I'm in the same boat as, Winter. I hope to have a family one day too, with... with a special someone~!

Clover: Uh oh...

Vine: What about you, Elm?

Elm: Only if they're okay with adoption.

Jaune: Are you okay explaining that?

Harriet: Why are you asking if she's, 'okay' saying she wants to adopt?

Elm: Because, Jaune has a highly analytical mind, and from that one word he figured out that I'm infertile.

Jaune: Damn, I was hopping my guess was wrong...

Harriet: Wait, what?!

Vine: Is that true, Elm?

Elm: Yeah. I was basically born infertile, nothing major, that's just how it is sometimes.

Jaune: I'm sorry to hear that, Elm. I hope I didn't make you upset asking you that.

Elm: It's alright. Like I said, maybe I'll adopt some kid someday. But, at the very least, I can be the cool aunt when you two have kids!

Winter: Well, I'd hold my breath if I was you, I don't know when that will happen. Hopefully, soon though~!

Jaune: Uh oh...

Harriet: Same, but who knows... maybe I'll get 'lucky' some day~!

Clover: Oh shit...

Harriet: Well, I've got to get going, I've got some paperwork I need to catch up on. I'll see you guys later.

Marrow: Yeah, I've got some paperwork to catch up on too.

Winter: Good luck you two. I need to go to the training grounds to check up on some equipment. If you have time to spare, can you help me with them, Elm?

Elm: Sure, lead the way, Winter.

Vine: Well, I'm going to go rest, I am tired from that mission. I'll see you later everyone.

Winter: Goodbye.

Elm: See ya!

Vine: Good luck.

Harriet: Have fun.

Marrow: See you tomorrow!

And, with that; Everyone soon left, leaving the leader, and the rookie of the, Specialists all alone.

Jaune: ...

Clover: ...

Clover: Whelp... we're boned.

Jaune: Pretty much...

Clover: What should we do now?

Jaune: Hmmm...

Jaune: Squeaky Cog?

Clover: Oh gods yes! I really need a drink after hearing what, Harriet hinted at.

Jaune: Same. The way, Winter looked at me... (Shudder!)

Clover: I'm so glad you told me to buy those condoms... Otherwise...

Jaune: Otherwise, I'd be holding you at gun point threatening to fill you full of lead if you didn't marry her. That's if, Winter, or gods forbid, Elm didn't get to you first...

Clover: ...

Clover: N-N-Noted...

Jaune: Good. Now come on, drinks are on me. And, we're going to need it...

Clover: Yeah... We're going to need it...

[thatseventiesbitch]

Fictober 4 - "No, we're not doing that"

"Do we need one of these?"

Donna glanced across the aisle at Eric. He was holding one end of a brightly colored, octopus-shaped crib mobile. It had some bells attached to the top, and they jangled as Eric shook it at her.

"No. Put it down."

Eric did, but as soon as he let go of the mobile he snatched up something different from the shelf.

"What's this?" he wrinkled his nose, utterly confused as he turned the gadget over in his hands. Hoping to make her laugh, he set the cone-shaped end on his head like it was a party hat, and posed.

He succeeded. Despite her somewhat sour mood, Donna lifted a hand to stifle her laugh.

"That's a breast pump," she informed him.

Eric's face widened with horror, and he whipped the breast pump off his head, dropping it like it was made of burning coals.

"Yech."

"Stay focused," Donna reminded him, grabbing his elbow now to guide him down a different aisle. "We're here to look for a crib."

"But do we - do we need one of those?" Eric's voice pitched into his squeaky-voice. He still glanced unsurely over his shoulder, at the breast pump. "It looked like some kind of medieval torture device - "

"That's breastfeeding, honey. It's not for the faint of heart."

The voice behind them was familiar... too familiar. The hair on the back of Eric's neck prickled.

Fenton.

He whirled around, and his worst fear was confirmed. Standing just a few feet away behind the register was none other than Fenton, and he wore a blue lanyard that declared him a FLOOR MANAGER. Because of course. Of course Fenton worked at the baby furniture store.

"Fenton." Eric crossed his arms, greeting the annoying menace with a firm, no-nonsense tone.

Fenton mirrored his pose. "You," he snarled.

Donna, however, was unphased. "Oh, great." She waved Fenton over towards them. "We could use some help."

"That's exactly what I'm here for." Fenton practically danced over to them, and then extended forward into an awkward sort of bow. "Floor Manager Fenton, at your cervix." He giggled while Eric and Donna looked uncomfortable. "Oops. I mean - at your service."

Donna looked like she didn't know whether to laugh or to run. "Um. Okay. We're looking for a crib."

"But of course. Aisle 13." With a flourish, Fenton led them towards the other end of the store. As they got closer, Eric could see the dozens of different cribs on display.

"Great," he said. "We've got it from here."

"Oh, but don't you want my personal recommendation?"

Eric eyed him wearily. "Is that like your personal recommendations on breastfeeding? Because I think we'll have to pass - "

"Sure," Donna interrupted him. She looked to Fenton. "What are the most popular models?"

"I'm so glad you asked."

Fenton leapt in front of a massive crib. It had a mahogany frame and intricate, detailed carvings on the head and foot boards.

"This is our Little Sleeper Deluxe. It has - "

"Yeah, we're not in the market for the Deluxe," Eric interrupted impatiently. "How about your Bargain line?"

"Eric - " Donna elbowed him in the ribs. It hurt, and he rubbed the spot.

"What? Donna, there's no way in hell we're getting that up two flights of stairs to our apartment - "

"Or there's always the Sweetest Dreamer." Fenton had already moved on. Now he directed them to a white crib a few feet away. "Look at the sleek, modern design." He stroked one of the bars of the crib in a way that felt overtly sexual. Eric grimaced.

"Uh huh. And what's the price tag on this little number?"

"Well it's on sale right now," Fenton boasted, puffing his chest forward. "For just a small, small payment of $185." He lowered his voice considerably and added, "Over twelve months."

Eric rolled his eyes. "No, we're not doing that." He put a hand on Donna's back, and started to guide her towards the door. "C'mon, Donna. Let's finish our shopping somewhere else."

"But - wait!" Fenton called desperately after them. "Can't I interest you in our Elm collection? The Rockford glider? This changing table shaped like a swan?"

They were almost to the shop entrance. Fenton got a gleam in his eye.

"Perhaps this Star Wars Heirloom quilt?"

Eric paused, his hand hovering over the door handle. Then he glanced at Donna.

"You know, he has a point. We could make the nursery Star Wars themed. That would be worth the investment - "

Donna shoved him forward and out into the parking lot.

"You have a problem, Eric, you know that?"

[thorns-and-rosewings]

Wow... We've reached part 6 of this thing, the Reaper King AU 💀. I will be honest, this is the most I have written in years... Writing used to be the one thing I couldn't stop myself from doing... but... Somewhere along the lines I lost my passion for it. This is the first time in AGES I have had so much fun doing the thing that I love. And I gotta say I hope y'all are enjoying reading this half as much as I enjoy writing it :)

TW: As per usual, this touches on some darker topics. So you've been warned.

Part 6

-It takes KC a while to truly figure out how to use the App properly... But he gets the hang of it eventually.

-Although he does get a few more 'Old Man' jokes from Bloodmoon as he's figuring it out.

-The fact that he's a robot having trouble figuring out a dating app is not even acknowledged though.

-The conversations between KC and the Ranger, whose name is Harper (Yes, I have finally figured out their name and their a very tomboyish young woman in her early 30s with brown hair and emerald green eyes.) are very casual and friendly. Mostly talking about shared interests.

...Movies...

-The Friday the 13th movies are underrated along with the Nightmare on Elm St series. The original Jurassic Park movies are timeless. Godzilla movies are wonderful and best enjoyed in a large screen setting like with a projector or at a drive in.

-And to this day no one has a clue what the hell was up with Halloween 3.

KC: Honestly some of the B rated horror movies are better than the big budget movies nowadays... More entertaining.

Harper: Preaching to the choir, completely agree :)

...Pets...

Harper: I'm a dog person, I had a husky up until recently... Sadly she passed and I just haven't had the heart to get a new one yet. Not to mention my job; I would have to get a pretty well behaved dog to have it out here.

KC: I have one dog (Petting Muerte, the Moon Wolf alpha) but I take care of a lot of others... My eldest has a dog as well.

...he watches as Bloodmoon is having a full tug-of-war with a bone in his mouth with the two headed/deformed wolf that he has named HunterKiller...

KC: Completely reflects how he is as a person...

...Hobbies...

-As it turns out Harper has a love for legends, myths and all sorts of tall tales especially stories about cryptids. She's obviously extremely outdoorsy and would rather spend her life hiking the trails than sitting in front of a computer screen. The pay for working at the park she is currently working in is also really good... Probably because they can't seem to keep employees long term.

KC: Aren't you scared? There's a lot of disappearances in this area...

Harper: I am not gonna lie, I have... Seen some stuff. In the mists. I think... Eh, you probably won't believe me.

KC: You would be very surprised what I would believe.

Harper: I... I... think I encountered some of the forests cryptids once. I was out hiking and... Just these two forms amongst all that mist. I just froze... Then backed away and ran.

KC: I believe you. Strange things live out here... Were you afraid?

Harper: Well yeah... But... I always kinda had the theory that if you were respectful and left the cryptids alone... They'd leave you alone. I saw them, or at least thought I did, and I backed up and left the area. In kind of a hurry I admit... But I am not one of those people who go out looking for trouble. And judging by the fact that I am still alive, I think that theory might hold water.

KC: That's a good philosophy... I don't think it's completely accurate. But a very decent way of looking at things.

Harper: What's your theory?

KC: That it's nothing personal.

Harper: ?

KC: These cryptids hunt and kill indiscriminately. It's nothing personal to them. It's like a wolf hunting a deer... Maybe they have some scruples about what they hunt, but whatever they do kill... it's nothing personal. Respecting their domain won't always save you, but you'll probably live longer than most.

Harper: ...

KC: ?

Harper: And that is why I would rather deal with cryptids, monsters and legends than live in a concrete jungle amongst other humans any day.

-That one made Killcode smile.

...Family...

KC: I have a big family, all adopted and brought together by odd circumstances... My eldest is a young adult. My second eldest is a young teenager and it shocks me how mature he is. As he's definitely more mature than his older brother. Then my first daughter, she's growing so fast. She's so protective of her siblings and even me. Then there's my twin boys, who are a pair of mischievous little gremlins. Then there my four year old, she's very shy. Clings to my eldest like glue, which is surprising because he can be abrasive. And then there's my youngest, only a few months old now. But I can already tell she's going to be an energetic little hellion when she gets older. I love them all so much ♥️

Harper: Wow

KC: Is there a problem?

Harper: No no, just... Are they okay with you dating? I know sometimes kids don't like their parents dating. I don't want to upset your family.

KC: Actually they set this account up for me.

Harper: Oh ok. But based on your description they sound wonderful

KC: Do you have any family?

Harper: ...not really, I was an only child. My parents passed away in a car accident. No aunt's, uncle's, cousins or anything. I'm just kinda here by myself. Some friends actually made this account for me as a joke about a month ago. And... You're the only person who has had any interest in talking to me here. I was thinking about deleting this thing just before you started talking with me.

KC: Funny how the world works.

Harper: Is it nice?

KC: What?

Harper: Having a big family like that?

KC: It's the greatest joy in my life. There are times we disagree and argue, yes. But being surrounded by the ones you love the most and who love you back... There's nothing comparable.

Harper: Sounds lovely

-They talk back and forth like this for a few weeks. Before they finally opt to meet and go on a date.

...the date...

Upon KC's suggestion they are going to go on a hike on one of the shorter, but still challenging trails. One of Harper's favorites. He states that he'll be bringing her a red rose, so she will know who he is. She stated he didn't need too, but KC insisted. Harper actually gets to the beginning of this trail a little early and is quite nervous... Will they get along well in person? Will he like her?

...she didn't notice the approach of the towering 9ft tall creature garbed in a cloak, with a large glowing red core upon his chest until he was standing right next to her... She turns to see Killcode right next to her, but before she can do anything at all-

He holds out a single red rose. 🌹

There was a moment where the proverbial hamster fell off the wheel in Harper's head... But after a long moment everything finally caught up with her and she realized exactly what was going on.

Harper: Oh um... Hi...K...C?

Killcode: (Awkward smile)

They begin that hike... At first things are a bit tense and more than a little awkward. But they do begin talking, KC assuring Harper this isn't a trick or trap or anything... Harper asks a few questions of her own. But things become less tense. After a bit, things gradually go from being tense to calm, to friendly... And about an hour into the hike they are conversing like friends.

By the time they reach the halfway point of the hike, the moon has risen into the sky and any lingering awkwardness has completely evaporated and they stop and just look at the nights sky.

Harper states this is the best date she's ever been on...

KC points out that this is the only date he's ever been on...

They both laugh. Although KC starts to turn his gaze towards the forest more and more as they continue on the second half of the trail... Until he finally stops and crosses his arms. Looking at something that Harper cannot see.

KC: Young lady... Is there a reason you're following us?

...wordlessly Wisp emerges from the forest, bathing the entire area in a soft blue glow. Harper cannot help but stare at the little girl that is made of flames before her. She floats up and sits in KC's arms, allowing him and Harper to see the thing on her neck.

Harper: Is that... Is that one of those little cameras people put on their cats?

KC: (Gets horrified) Bloodmoon did you put a cat spy camera on your little sister?!

(Elsewhere Bloodmoon and the others slam the laptop closed)

...It wasn't until just before sunrise, after Harper had finally finished cleaning up the station that it really dawned on her at that moment that she is now dating one of the most feared local cryptids.

Harper found the situation both adorable and hilarious... And she admittedly was trying to avoid laughing too hard at the sight. But Wisp looked Harper up and down before moving in close and whispering to her father.

Wisp: I like her. She has a kind heart.

The girl then disappeared back into the forests from whence she came... While KC muttered about how Bloodmoon was going to be in sooo much trouble when he got home.

Rather than their date simply ending at the end of the trail, Killcode actually accompanies Harper back to the Ranger Station... Which was beneficial because much to Harper's dismay, those racoons had returned and had promptly locked her out of the cabin again. And the sounds of chittering and ransacking of the fridge can be heard even from outside.

Harper: (Growls) Evil little trash pandas...

KC: Maybe I can be of some assistance here?

Harper: If you wanna try, but they're tricky little things... The last time they locked me out I had to sleep in my Jeep. This time I am just going to go get the ladder and get in through the upstairs window... Which I started to leave open delibrately to handle these raccoon invasions.

Killcode says nothing as he walks towards the door and actually phases through it... Everything grows eerily still for a moment, before the loud, booming voice of Killcode echoes through the area like cannon fire.

KC: GET OUT!!!!!!!

Immediately the door flies open and at least a dozen raccoons run out... With their high pitched and fearful chittering sounding far more human than Harper can recall hearing before... Hell she swore she heard something along the lines of 'How were we supposed to know she was the mate of the Reaper King?!'

...yeah she's thinking too far into it...

Still KC just calmly unlocked the front door and walked outside. Expressing that he had a wonderful time tonight and would love to do this again. Something Harper happily agrees too...

They make plans to meet up again in the coming days. Before KC bids her good night and he retreats back into the forest so quickly that he just seemed to vanish...

...and she is perfectly fine with it :)

[phychohex]

TLB David x Emerson Reader (Part two)

(Trigger Warning: This is angst with a happy ending. There is attempted assault so if you don't like don't read it. Again this was requested by kh0611 on wattpad  )

I follow Micheal outside to meet up with everyone else. Tonight is one of the nights I'm not allowed to tag along. I cross my arms annoyed that I couldn't come with. "Have a nice time without me." I pout Micheal rolls his eyes but David waves at me. I couldn't help but smile and wave back and just like that they were gone. Sam comes out watching me stand waiting for them to get far enough away. "So Grandpa finally got a TV." Sam points out. "We can watch Night of the Living Dead if you want." I look at him shaking my head as he follows me back inside.

"Sam if we watch that you'll have nightmares for a week." 

"No I won't" He sounded offended. "I'll have you know I went and saw The Nightmare on Elm Street three nights ago." I turn to him eyes wide.

"How?" He looks down having told on himself. 

"Edgar brought it over, but I haven't had nightmares." He points out. "Come on don't tell me you are chicken." I go to the living room to see what movies he has 'rented' I hold up what looks to be some eighteen-plus movie. He tries to stop me but I push him away. 

"Sam!" I snap."What the hell are you thinking renting these how did you manage to get these past Mom." I start putting them in my bag.

"Please don't tell," He begs "We snuck them out. Replaced the cases." He wasn't even going to bother lying to me. 

"I'm taking these back I can't believe you. Geez boys are so gross." I felt like I was going to hurl. My sweet little brother snuck out pornos and was watching them. I guess he isn't so little anymore but still, the thought of him doing something like this felt gross and wrong. I get in the car ready to go bring them back. Sam follows trying to stop me but I drive off before he can get in. I drive to the boardwalk parking as close to Max's video store as I can. I walk in to see Mom who is working tonight. 

"Hey sweetie what are you doing here?" I hand her my bag. 

"Sam pulled a fast one." She looks down at the movies opening them to find what isn't supposed to be there. She looked horrified and called Max over. She apologizes and fixes the mistake. Apparently, they had a camera glitch out for a week, and this had been happening when word got out. I leave not wanting to hear her yelling at Sam through the phone. I decided since I'm here I might as well look around. I head down to my favorite spot which is a bookstore that has a little cafe'. It was quiet and it made it easy to think. You didn't have to buy what you read either as long as you got a drink from the cafe'. I felt like I would buy a book though. I go to the horror section and find something light to read. I knew they may be kid's books but I couldn't stop from getting new Goosebumps. I buy it as well as a soda and sit by the window. I ingulf myself into the story letting it take me to a spooky place. I am interrupted by some surfers banging on the window. I scowl watching them walk by. They make obscene gestures like pretending to grope or licking between their fingers laughing as they walk by. I felt gross just having watched them. I try to get back into the book but my mood has officially been soured. I say goodbye to the store owner and make the long walk back to my car. 

I hear shouting and I look around to see no one. I felt a wave of anxiety wash over me and I quicken my pace. I was almost there when the same assholes who banged on the window stopped in front of me. "Where you going princess," One laughs. I back up but am grabbed by another. The group has three guys. One is tall and shirtless with short dark hair and green eyes. The one who had me had a surf tan with spikey brown hair and the third was blonde wearing a backward baseball cap and swim shorts all smelled of alcohol. 

"Fuck off," I try to pull away. 

"Hey don't be like that." The dark-haired one laughs. "We just want to have some fun. Seen you with those bikers figured you'd be used to this sorta thing." I felt ill. I knew the intentions of these guys. I try pulling away and I shout for help. This lands my mouth being covered and them dragging me down an alleyway. The baseball cap pulls out a knife and holds it under my chin. I feel tears stream down my cheeks. I shouldn't have left the shop. 

"You make any sounds and I'll slit your fucking throat got it?" He hisses I nod shaking. My mouth is uncovered. I'm slamed to the ground knocking the wind out of me. The one with a tan pins me by my arm. I try kicking my legs crying. My head is slammed onto the ground by my hair. I felt like the area around me was spinning. The cold air hits my bare chest as he cuts away my shirt and works on my pants. I hear an engine roar. I turned my head seeing the boys parked they looked confused. David on the other hand seemed like he was looking for something. His expression panicked. I knew they would hurt me but it was the only chance I had. 

"David help me," I sob and another blow to my head. I feel a sharp pain in my abdomen repeating itself four times. Before it could happen a fifth all three men are pulled off. I look down my vision blurry with tears. I had a knife sticking out from my stomach. I turn to see the boys looked different. Their eyebrow bones are more pronounced and their eyes a glowing yellow. Sharp fangs protrude from their mouths. I watch as they tear the men's limbs off and rip their throats out. I felt lightheaded. David grabs me pulling me in his lap. His face even though it has changed didn't scare me. His eyes were filled with tears and he moves my hair out of my face. 

"H-Hey it's okay it's going to be okay." He starts shaking looking down at my wounds. I felt cold. Was this what dying is? I felt like I was close to it. He lightly smacks the side of my face. "No don't do that wake up." He bites his arm blood gushing out and he puts his now bleeding wrist to my mouth. "Drink," I do as he says. He isn't human. Even in my fuzzy state, I can tell that much. Even if this is all an illusion fueled by my brain going haywire trying to preserve itself. There are sirens in the distance. 

"David we have to go," Paul yells. 

"I'm not leaving her!" He snaps tears falling. Dwayne and Marko yank him away. "Let go of me. Y/N I love you! Don't you fucking die you got that!" He is dragged away I watch as he tries to fight before it all goes blank. Is this death? It's not fair if it is. I didn't want to go out like this. I feel like I'm floating nothing around me. It doesn't hurt but the silence is defining. I could make out a sound. It was repeating slow beeps. Suddenly a light made its way in the dark. People who die always talk about going to a light. I should move to the next part too. I go and it isn't what I thought. My eyes flutter trying to adjust. I felt a tube in my throat. I look around panicked. I'm in a hospital room the beeping was the monitor. I look to my left to see Mom and Sam watching the TV that was placed in the room. Sam glances over and turns eyes wide. 

"Mom" He smacks her arm and she turns. She burst into tears smiling brightly. Now out of her seat, she sits next to me moving the hair out of my face. 

"Go get the nurse," She orders Sam running out of the room. "Oh, sweetie." Mom cries. "Thank god you are awake." The nurse comes in and starts to undo the tubes. It took a bit but once I was hooked off of life support I was able to talk. 

"Where am I," I start shaking in fear. 

"You are at the hospital. You were attacked on your way to the car. The cops found you and the men they were." She looks down. A doctor comes in. 

"Hello," He smiles looking at my chart. "It's nice to get to talk to you. For a minute there we thought we lost you. I'm Dr. Browning I just need to ask you a few things alright." I nod "What year is it." 

"1988" He nods and holds up five fingers. He changes them up but I answer correctly each time. 

"Okay, what day is it?" 

"Monday." He nodded smiling Sam looked confused. 

"It's Friday," The doctor grimaces. I sit up but pain shoots in my abdomen. The doctor has me laid back. 

"Yes it is, but as she remembers it's Monday. So she is correct from a neurological standpoint. You've been asleep for about a week now Miss Emerson." He explained I had a fractured arm and two broken ribs. I was stabbed four times and had internal bleeding. I also had a concussion. He decides to keep me overnight for a few days to make sure I'm okay enough to go home and to run tests. I died for two minutes. Mom ended up needing to go to work and she and Sam had to go home. 

As I was flipping through channels I heard the door open and some commotion. I turn to see David bursting into the room the nurse trying to stop him. "It's okay Marie he can come in." 

"It's past visitation." She frowns

"I don't want to be alone. Please?" I beg she looks at him and back at me giving in. She closes the door and I look at David who just stands there shell-shocked. He comes over and sits next to the bed. 

"How do you feel?" He asks 

"Bout as good as I look," I chuckle. 

"Must feel amazing then." He jokes. There is a minute of silence. "What do you remember?" I look at him nervously. 

"You saved me." I try to word what I say next carefully. "What are you?" 

"A vampire," He leans back eyes never leaving mine. "So are you now. Of course, you have to feed first to fully transition." He looks down ashamed "I didn't want you to find out yet not till Micheal fully committed." I hold his hand he looks back at me. 

"Thank you." I smile "You saved my life." He chuckles standing up and running his hands through his hair before standing at the foot of the bed. He has hands on the frame leaning slightly.

"No, I didn't save your life I took it. I changed you before you faded away." I shake my head.

"Well, I don't see it that way." I look at my hands "Did you mean it?" 

"Mean what?" 

"What you said as they dragged you away. That you love me. Did you mean it?" I look up nervous for his answer. His jaw is clenched and his eyes are wide. He must've thought I forgot that last bit. 

"It's complicated." He is blunt. 

"Not really. Either you do or you don't." I frown "If you didn't mean it I get it." 

"I meant it." He stands fully. "Just not in a way you can understand. Not yet at least." 

"Then explain." He shakes his head walking around the bed to me. 

"You're my mate. I have a pull to you that isn't natural. I would walk into the sun just because you ask. I will kill whoever tries to hurt you. I can feel when you are in danger I can feel when you are upset. You mean more to me than any human could love another. I felt it from the second I laid eyes on you. You are my new reason to live. When I thought I lost you." His voice trails off. He seemed to be lost in the memory of that night. I cup his face the connection felt like a spark. He leans into my touch closing his eyes. 

"You didn't lose me though. I'm right here," I smile. "I love you too. I have for months now." I admit. I scoot over and pat next to me. "Wanna watch whatever is on the sci-fi channel? Sam said it's Friday so Elvira should be on." I offer. He sits next to me and I lean against his chest. I never felt safer. I have all the answers I need. I may not be undead now but I've never felt more alive. I won't fully understand just how much I mean to him until a few weeks from now. Nothing could've prepared me for how intense the feeling was. 

                                 (This will be continued in the last part. Part three)

[yourstruelyxo]

Rumours

Pairing: Rita Castillo x Reader

TW: Swearing, tell me if there’s any other please ❤️

Y/n's POV

"Why don't you just try to understand what i'm going through Rita" I say slightly irritated. "I'm the one sitting in jail Y/n, not you" she says through gritted teeth. "Yes I know that, but do you relise the position you've put me in?" I ask. "What do you mean the position i've put you in" She says in an annoyed tone. "Everyone is talking about us" I tell her. "WHAT!" she shouts, "what do you mean they're talking about us." "I mean they're spreading rumours that we're together and I know that that's true because we are, but i don't know how they know" I say truthfully. She looks around for a moment, "you know what, I bet it's that dirty little bitch Alma Fillcot, she cornered me at the garden party and started raving on about how we're "too close" in her eyes" She spits out.

"Don't worry baby, when i'm out of here i'm going to take that horrible women down" She says while putting her hand on my cheek, "I love you" I say as I blush. "I love you more sweetie" She blows a kiss as I walk out the door. Fuck this. At least she cares.

*time skip because it's my story and i can*

Rita's POV

"Castillo you're out" The warden shouts from down the hall. Yes, YES. God i've been waiting to be with Y/n for so long. Her eyes, Her legs, Her soft skin, Her pillowy lips and Her smile. That gorgeous, delicate, beautiful smile. The guard opens the cell door and takes me to the front. I get clothes, shoes and everything that was on me when I got taken here. "Go change in that room" The guards voice boomed as he pointed to a little room. I did just that, then I was allowed to leave.

"Rita is that you?" Grace said cheerfully. I grunted. "We'll i just couldn't recognise you in those rags" She said with a sympathetic smile. If there's one thing I hate more then rumours it's being pitied. "Well it's called prison chic maybe you should try it Grace, would go well with your complexion" I laugh sarcastically. She rolls her eyes, when suddenly a thought pops into my head.

"Has anything been said about me while i've been...busy?" I ask inquisitively.

"Oh nothing, Just that you've been fucking that girl that lives on elm street, you know the one with y/h/c hair and y/e/c eyes. God what's her name again?" She says. "Y/n" I say less then amused. "Ah yes Y/n, we'll I do say you know how to pick 'em, well I can't say I blame you, if I had five minutes with that girl I don't know what i'd do" Grace says laugh as she walks away.

Fuck me. God Y/n was right. I have to find her.

Y/n's POV

Rita got out today, well at least that's what Grace said. I told her everything. I told her about the meetings at the apartment on elms street Rita bought me and when she would sneak me into the house for a quickie now and then. And when she broke my heart by staying with that man. I think Grace told Alma and then she went and told everyone else. I didn't mean to spread rumours. I just, I just needed to get it off my chest. Rita was gone and I wasn't getting her back anytime soon.

"Y/n, Hello, let me in right now" I here Rita's voice echoing through the halls of the apartment. Fuck I thought I had more time. Okay how do you explain something like this. Hey babe, just wanted to let you know I basically told everyone that we're seeing each other and yeah I didn't mean too but you know, oh well. And wake up in heaven, or hell or both. I don't know anymore.

"Sweet girl, please I know your in there" Her voice rings through the apartment again. Well here goose nothing. I open the door and she practically pounces one me. Her lips meet mine and she kisses me like it's the first time in forever. Well it kind of was. "God i've missed you" she says as she rolls her hands down my back and up again, over my shoulders, resting near my collar bones. "I've missed you too Rita" I say and Kiss her again. She breaks the kiss, "Grace told me what has been being said" She sighs, "Oh, really" I say cautiously "And how do you feel about it?" She looks at me, "It's fine, actually it's great" She says sarcastically.

I swallow heavily. "Baby what's wrong?" She says holding meI...uh..i've got something I...I have to tell you" I say looking to her eyes, "Oh...um, go on" she urges me to continue. " oh god ok. I think I might have started the rumours" I whisper "What was that baby?" She looks into my eyes curiously. " um...ok here it goes, um well, um I oh god. I THINK I ACCIDENTALLY STARTED THE RUMOURS" I blurt out. She looks at me with fire in her eyes. "You're fucking kidding me "she says bluntly. "I told Grace, stuff and i'm pretty sure she told Alma" I say while looking in here eyes. She looks stunned. Then she starts thinking. "THAT CONNIVING LITTLE BITCH" she shouts.

"What's wrong?" I say shocked at her reaction. "Grace said that if she had five minutes with you she wouldn't know what to do, I bet she did so you would leave me and she could have you" Rita spat out. She grabbed me and pulled me in for a passionate kiss. "Well I guess i'll have to show her that you're mine" she says as she pulls away. I blush. She kisses my neck, I can feel her tongue attack my neck. She slows down and let's go. "There now she'll know your mine and so will the whole town" She giggles while a hickey slowly forms on my neck. "What about the rumours" I ask cautiously, "Who cares, we'll skip town after everyone knows and find a nice little cottage or something" She says happily.

Maybe this telling grace was for the best. Time will tell, but as long as I have Rita i'll be ok.

[shadowsandcoffedripss]

Finally managed to start watching the House of The 100 Corpses trilogy, and OH BOY not only I loved the first movie so much, but it reminded me how much I missed making horror movies related OCs... So I decided to do this little scheme??? Sorting??? Of my main 4 girlies right here :))

Name, and which horror movies are they from?

Madeline, Child's Play

Cecile, Final Destination

Valentine, House of the 1000 corpses

Iris, Nightmare on Elm Street

Is her story already planned or not? (meaning, would I ever write a fic or drabbles of her)

Madeline, Yes, I need to rewatch the movies though

Cecile, Yes, but I don't think her story is interesting compared to the others

Valentine, Work in progress, made her up after watching the movie two days ago... (Not ashamed hehe)

Iris, Dunno... I need to find a good idea and I'm torn between two...

Love interest? Do they have one?

Madeline, Chucky and Tiffany, Poly relationship

Cecile, Erin and Ian, Poly relationship (can you tell I have a theme? Oops)

Valentine, Otis (Yeah, that one), had also a past relationship with Baby

Iris, Freddy

Plot of their stories? (very short, don't want to bother 🥲)

Madeline, has been Charles childhood friend since they were kids, her being the sweetheart next door, and Chucky well,, being Chucky. We already know him. When eventually the whole doll mishap happens, the bastard has the wonderful idea of dragging her good old friend (oh, I forgot to say... I don't usually write good OCs... We kinda need more cruel Readers, no?) into this whole mess. Doll problems might also happen to our girl too... Following the whole movies, and Madeline is just AS unhinged as her partners. Maybe worst. 🙃

Here's this:

She couldn't believe what she saw, and she made sure to give herself a double take before catching her maniacal friend.

It wasn't long enough after, that a long and persistent laugh escaped the woman's lips, almost bending over for the amount of it.

She hadn't had that much fun since that rough jaw dropping (in all terms) activity with that asshole back in her old summer job.

The Good-Guy Charles stared at her. It took him an insane amount of force to not get to her neck and strangle her.

"Done?"

It took at least some good five minutes for her to stop.

"Yeah, yeah. Charles?"

"What now, bitch?"

He looked kind of cute, tiny and helpless like that. Madeline couldn't help but smile.

"Aw, so you did miss me! And it's really you."

"Of course it's me, Mads."

"Mhm. Just wanted to make sure. Need some help, asshole?"

"Know the answer."

"Alright, big guy. Let's get you a new body. A working one, if you know what I mean."

Cecile, like I said, is boring compared to the others. Shame since it's one of my favorite horror sagas 🥲 Just follows the third movie, with Cecile added to it. She is Wendy and the others classmate, and has been with Ian and Erin since Junior year. Still choosing if I want to make her and the two goofs the protagonists, and killing off the rest, or go full angst and see 🙈

Valentine, OH BOY. Ok, ok. So... Val lived her whole childhood and teenage years in a town near our hell on Earth, and she's always been told that no, not a chance for her to drag her curious and sometimes (more than sometimes) macabre self to it. Let's skip a few years... Everything seems okay, right. WRONG. Because on the very last few days of her senior year, the whole school building is attacked by an unknown person, and the little to no survivors barely managed to escape not only the fury of this masked figure, but also had to see that place being burned to the ground, leaving nothing but ash on its ghost. The only not found body, and still to this day, the missing person was indeed Valentine. Escaping from that traumatic event and night, her fate gets intertwined and changed (it's up to you, to know if for better or worse) with the one of a girl the same age as her (mind you, she was 18, 19? I think?). Here's how she met Baby, and then following her now only friend to her house, she never escaped from there. Not that she minded that. She always knew that she had some very morbid and wasted potential, and that for sure a deranged and weird bunch made sure to remind her that every single day. Especially a certain selfish and terrifying asshole... Follow up the first movie, I have to see the others to choose what I should do...

Take this little thing I wrote hehe:

Val got mistaken for a member of the family when she first presented herself at that damn dinner table.

Which is weird,

because the girl sure remembered looking at the news as a kid, meeting up the gaze of a girl with thin, dark brown hair, and big doe-like eyes.

Not that. She looked wrong. Wrong to be human, but perfectly fitting the family of freaks they came across that fateful night.

She went dangerously close to her face, deep eye bags and almost white hair drooping over her face.

The corners of her lips lifted into what couldn't be possibly called a smile. It was too big. Too unnerving.

It looked like a porcelain doll skin cracking up every time she twisted her face like that.

Red was pooled around her teeth. Was that-

Before she could finish the thought, one pale hand shot out from the woman's body.

"Welcome to the family"

Iris, just her being either a demon like our guy, and they both go through dreams to kill their victims, and it's just restless banter and some rough stuff too. Or her also being inhuman, and connected to Freddy's past and death. Either way, she's unfortunately also very violent and nasty. Probably the second, after Val. Oh, to keep up with Otis you have to be also devil incarnate. I mean-

If you have some questions about my gals, or maybe even some drabbles ideas for them, or want to know anything about them,,,

Go ahead! I'm all ears 🙂👍