#I AM A RABID DIRTY DOG AND I BITE?????????? who talks like that.

[karsite-grip]

howling at the computer screen

[receival]

baldur’s gate 3 starters.

the following is a collection of sentence starters from larian’s baldur’s gate 3. part 2.

look at me - i’m not a monster.

stay back. i don’t want to hurt you, but i will.

no. you’re not one of them at all.

i was ready to run you through. my mistake, friend.

that’s far enough. what’s your business down here?

you revealed our location? that tongue gets any looser, (name), and i’ll cut it out.

reckon i might miss this place.

this place is more dangerous than i thought.

well, don’t you cut a fine figure.

sometimes i’m jealous of that girl. ugh - to feel so invincible again.

in your expert opinion, what’s the best way to kill a devil?

i’m certain there are answers out there. we’ll find them together.

there’s no story. none that you’re entitled to hear, anyway.

you can tolerate a great deal of suffering, so long as it has meaning.

until then, all i can do is endure.

please try to understand that it’s not something i can just talk about freely.

perhaps there’s potential in you.

honestly, your faith is your own concern. i won’t judge, one way or the other.

i think i did well by joining you.

you already know my biggest secrets. what more can you ask?

that wall’s an illusion! hiding what, i wonder …

sun, moon, and stars will still be there, waiting for us.

this place is pretty spectacular, isn’t it?

no book or painting could ever do its strange beauty justice.

a perfect ring of mushrooms … nature, or magic?

hmm. i thought that might’ve done something.

another illusion. is anything real down here?

i’m more concerned with this ‘twit’ who set a spectator on you.

a rival - a mere footnote to my legend. you should be more concerned with who i am.

the fools must have turned back. or, better yet, died in the search.

i need no more rivals. try to take this as a compliment, yes?

this presence … this magic is not divine, but fey.

little? i am a god! and i’m gonna rip you - tear you - wear you for a hat -

don’t do anything hasty, now.

i’ll just kill you and claim it for myself.

i’m the lord of murder - i’ll show you why.

if you’re expecting me to drop to my knees before you, forget it.

a wizard’s tower is his sanctum, a private place for research and respite. but as this wizard’s not home … i say we take a peek.

a strange place for a button. especially one that doesn’t work.

what good would it do for me to be troubled? we can’t save them all.

you’ll have to speak slowly. i find it quite difficult to concentrate with my condition gnawing at my insides like a teething displacer kitten.

the whole village is falling to pieces …

hey, maybe we can scare up a few dusty bottles of wine somewhere.

i like your way of thinking. split any takings we find?

what creatures live in water this dark?

i’m a rabid dirty dog. and i bite.

i could’ve killed you before you even noticed me, but i didn’t. stand down.

i can be discreet. no need for bloodshed.

share? you really are in the wrong place.

a bleeding heart, are you? reckon i’ll just roast and eat it.

what in the hells did you do to that corpse?

you do plenty for me, more than you realize. but this cannot be remedied.

are you alright? is there anything i can do to help you?

enough. bickering won’t save your friend.

run away, then.

(name) - i was so worried! did they hurt you?

who cares? we’re together now, thank gods!

i’m grateful, don’t mistake me, but … why help us?

freeze it, cock-stench. we aren’t done just yet.

pay up, and you get to skink away. resist, and i gut you.

drop it. i don’t owe you anything.

your incompetence has been my ruin.

stop! no more innocents will die today, (name).

you care for the weak. most curious.

you so much as touch me, and i’ll tear you from limb to limb.

ah - another treacherous soul walks among us.

i ain’t going down easy.

you been a shit since i laid eyes on you, (name).

strike him down. prove your faith.

your silence speaks to your heresy.

look, you have no idea what you’re dealing with …

it’s the whole damn reason we’re here, and i’m not leaving without it.

the mission comes first.

and i thought i’d heard it all. that’s some cambion-level deception.

i go where there’s shit to stir. and there’s no shortage of options.

i can’t remember much, truth be told.

centuries of torment will do that to you.

you’ve been naughty. and you know what happens when you’re naughty.

just who in the nine hells are you?

well, well. aren’t you a luscious thing?

been a long time since someone stuck their neck out for me like that.

you have a manner of irresistible desperation about you. i like it.

you know, i’ve been thinking. and i think there’s something i should tell you. nothing big or terrible, just … a small little detail about me that hasn’t come up naturally.

i want to join you - to fight by your side.

i’m sorry for barging in like this, but i had to come find you.

i won’t let you down. i promise.

we all have our burdens, one way or the other.

i’m trying to say that you’ve earned my trust in a way very few ever have … i want that to mean something.

freedom - i’d forgotten how it felt. thank you.

if you have a moment, i’d like your opinion on something.

the problem is this: a preponderance of evidence that i am a terrible adventurer.

i can’t risk re-capture. i barely escaped last time.

it was a mistake. and not one we’ll repeat.

i don’t know. he was kind of fun.

we can’t just invite danger in to our hearth like that. we must be more careful.

most monsters will think twice before making a meal of me.

an old hunter’s trick - if you can’t mask your scent, spoil it.

i prefer a weapon to stench, thanks.

you’re a monster hunter? not what i imagined.

whatever you’re hunting, your stench alone will kill it.

a quick wit is rare indeed.

know how to ask, and they’ll share that knowledge. if you’re fool enough to pay their price.

speak plainly. what is she?

i think you’re mistaken - this place looks innocent enough.

truth is like a blade, my friend. we can arm ourselves with it - or just as easily find it pressed against our throat.

i would not put you in danger.

your coyness is getting boring. tell me.

you take insult where none is intended, my friend.

how thoroughly invigorating it is to stand by one’s friend in the face of danger.

you best have one hells of an apology for me.

you must have mistaken me for someone else.

that wriggler swimming in your brain juice is a bit of an inconvenience, isn’t it?

that’s none of your concern.

don’t change the subject.

keep that hole under your nose shut.

let’s not involve ourselves in this place any longer than is necessary.

you want to play the hero so badly? fine. let’s make this interesting.

gods, it’s hot in here.

i’ve had better days. and worse ones.

i am, after all, the villain of the tale.

you truly are a soul that steels my own.

you are as thick as they come.

even i am tired of the sound of my own voice.

i stand at a precipice, but if you do not give up hope, neither shall i.

all of this … it must feel like a betrayal.

you bastard! you ruined it, you ruined everything!

slow down - what did i do?

this is an interesting way of thanking me.

i don’t need this. good luck getting out of here on your own.

i know i should head home, but … i can’t bring myself to leave.

(are you alright?) / not even a little bit. but i will be.

she favored me like a child favors a captive pet.

i promise i will not betray your trust.

i cannot thank you enough.

you will face (name)’s judgement.

i wish you could have visited at a better time.

you had no right to intervene.

you’re not one of us.

copper for your thoughts?

always a delight to speak to you.

did i play games like this in my youth? was i sweet once?

what are you doing? i’m busy here!

nothing beats the taste of stolen beer.

come on, now. they’re just having a bit of fun.

let’s do what we have to do, then get out of here.

smell’s like burnt flesh.

hold out your arm so i can mark your flesh.

i’m here to spill your guts across the floor.

pain without purpose is a terrible thing, wouldn’t you agree?

i often feel i like raw pain too much. it scares me.

as long as the story ends in death, it’s all the same to me.

forgive me, but - that look in your eyes. something terrible has happened to you.

what i see in your eyes, in your soul, is only natural.

we’ve all suffered in these dark times. it is little wonder you hear scars of pain and anguish.

touch me and you’ll lose your hand.

the pain you suffer will cleanse you - do not fight it.

you look tired. should i take over?

welcome the pain. let it become part of you.

that looks like it’s going to bruise.

not that i’m suggesting we stop for a drink, of course.

i wouldn’t want to place all my faith in blind luck.

sympathies won’t help me to survive.

your life, much like your words, is meaningless. end the latter to save the former.

looks like the booze got the better of them. they’re practically unconscious.

they’re dying for me. all of them.

why don’t you take a closer look? i’ll observe from back here.

please don’t open the creepy book!

toddlers are easier to please than you lot.

you know, i never pictured myself as a hero.

all i want is a little fun. is that so much to ask?

having performance issues, (name)?

never have i met such troglodytes.

i was hoping you wouldn’t notice i was gone.

i suggest we admire it from afar.

it would be too much to hope that’s nothing to do with us, wouldn’t it?

i go my own way - alone.

i’ll feed your innards to the ants before i do that.

[the-iceni-bitch]

I’m the One to Blame

Pairing: Paul Diskant x DA fem!Reader, mentions of Andy Barber x DA fem!Reader (part 2 of Queen Bitch series)

Words: ~2.2k

Summary: Fucking you only made him hate you more.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (fingering, unprotected vaginal sex, hate sex, rough sex, slight choking, cream pie, degradation, semi-public sex), cheating, everyone is an asshole except poor Andy, heavy misogyny, SMUT!!! 18+ ONLY!!!

A/N: I’m just a bad person I guess? I’m just gonna give a blanket apology for my infidelity kink, this kinda got away from me and it’s just gonna get worse.

I am no longer doing taglists so if you want to stay up to date on all the latest filth, follow my sideblog @the-iceni-library and turn on notifications!!

As soon as you heard the not guilty verdict you should’ve known what was coming. The growls and rumbling coming from the crowd of cops seated behind you was your cue to get out of there, not wanting to wait around for the inevitable blame game where those dumbasses decided that the scumbag got off because you were a meddling bitch and not because none actually wanted to put in the work to make a case.

It had been almost two months of this shit. You hadn’t even wanted to press this case; the evidence was circumstantial and you were 75 percent sure Ludlow had intimidated at least two of the defense witnesses out of testifying. But then the assholes had gone over your head and your boss basically told you to try the case they gave you and not listening when you told him the jury wasn’t going to swallow it.

Of course they didn’t swallow it. And of course it was your fault. God forbid those lazy bastards do their fucking jobs. You could feel all their ire focusing on you as you started to move towards the door, your eyes meeting Diskant’s as he glared at you while Ludlow ranted at him. Sometimes you wondered if he was as big of a piece of shit as his partner, or if he was just a fucking idiot.

Paul felt his blood starting to boil as he watched you storm out of the courtroom, his jaw clenched so tight he was worried he might snap something. The way your gaze just slid over him like he was nothing made him even angrier, and the way your hips swayed in that tight little dress just served to remind him how goddamn frustrated he was. He couldn’t believe Andy actually let you go to court dressed like that.

He hated that every time he saw you all he could think about was that night at the Bell. He still couldn’t believe his fiancée had bought that the marks you left on him were from a struggle with a perp. Thoughts of how warm and wet you were around him had started bleeding into his mind at inopportune times, and the memory only made him angrier.

Ludlow was still ranting about you when Paul rose from the bench and followed after you, the last thing he heard being his partner talk about how he should give that cunt a piece of his mind. He spotted you heading towards the bathroom and strode after you, growling under his breath about how you kept fucking up his life.

You jumped a little when the bathroom door slammed open, rolling your eyes when you saw Diskant fuming at you through the mirror.

“You draw the short straw, Diskant?” You could see his teeth grinding and it made you smirk. “Go on, lay it on me.”

“You threw it, didn’t you?” He ran his hand over his face as he watched you bend over the sink, telling himself to keep his eyes off your ass as you washed your hands. “You got all pissy your boss made you do your job, and you tanked the case just to be a cunt?”

“Fuck you, Diskant.” You felt your hackles go up when he moved closer. “I do my fucking job. I’m sick of taking all the shit for when you assholes fuck up these cases, grow up.”

“I’m so sick of your fucking mouth.” He stepped forward and pressed his chest to your back, bracing his hands on either side of your body as he growled into your hair. “Every time you open it I just want to shove something in there to shut you the fuck up.”

“No, get off.” You gasped when when he ran a hand up your arm until he could curl it around your throat, tilting your head back so he could scrape his teeth over your jaw. “Paul, we’re not doing this again.”

“You telling me you don’t want it?” He snarled against your neck as he pushed you even closer to the sink, the marble edge cutting into your hips painfully while he other hand trailed down your hip to drag up your skirt.

You wanted it so bad it was making you sick. Every day you were filled with self loathing from the moment Andy kissed you awake until you sank into your bed in a tangle of limbs after he made soft, reverent love to you. But he never fucked you like Paul had the night of your stupid mistake, and when your core still ached as you laid awake against Andy’s chest while he slept deeply, all you could think about was Paul’s thick cock splitting you apart until you almost screamed. And you hated him for it.

“Nothing to say, princess?” Your lip curled at him in a low growl when he sneered at you through the mirror, hissing when he finally wrenched your skirt up around your waist and teased his fingers under the edge of your lace panties. “Tell you what, if you’re not already soaked like a fucking whore, I’ll stop.”

“Ow, bastard!” You tried to turn around and slap him when he literally ripped your panties off you, the breaking elastic snapping against your skin with a sting, but then he was dipping two fingers into your center and stroking your walls slowly so all you could do was whine.

“Knew it.” You heard the clink of his belt under his low chuckle, arching your back when you felt his freed cock slap against the curve of your ass and spreading your legs as slick leaked from around his fingers and coated the inside of your thighs. “Just love to play the stuck up bitch, but this pussy fucking weeps for me. Sick of your fucking teasing, you goddamn slut.”

“Shut up and just fuck me.” You braced your hand against the mirror and moaned when he finally slid inside you, screwing your eyes closed and swallowing thickly when he started slamming his hips into you.

“Fucking bitch.” He slapped your ass hard when you turned and snarled at him, groaning when you clenched tight around him in response and digging his fingers into your hip as he spread your cheeks apart to watch his shiny cock plunge into you.

He was rabid, barely any rhythm to his thrusts as he grunted with each push of his hips. The slap of his hips against your ass and the lewd, wet sloshes of your pussy sucking him back in filled the empty bathroom with your grunts and moans. One of his hands snaked up to yank the front of your dress open and pull out your tits, pinching and pulling at your nipples until you were mewling for him.

You slammed your palm against the mirror when he curled over you and started biting at your neck, not even able to care that he was leaving marks all over you since you were so lost in your pleasure. The hand that was digging into your hip slid between your legs and you had to bite your cheek to keep from screaming, rolling your ass to meet his vicious thrusts while he started circling your clit harshly with the tips of his fingers.

“That’s right, come all over my cock like the fucking whore you are.” His breath was hot on your neck as he kept fucking you like an animal, and you avoided looking in the mirror as if not seeing his face would mean this wasn’t happening. “God, you’re so fucking tight. He ever make you come like this?”

“Shut up.” Your body vibrated around him when he bent his knees and slammed his cock over your g-spot, your legs almost giving out as pleasure roared through your veins and you fought the urge to scream at him. The last thing you wanted was for him to bring up Andy right now.

“He doesn’t, does he? Because he doesn’t treat you like the filthy fucking bitch you are.” He pulled you upright so he could sneer at you in the mirror, your wild eyes meeting his and widening as you took in your completely wrecked state, your makeup smeared and bruises all over your neck while you arched your bare breast into his hand. “But I know, and if I have to fuck you like a dirty slut to get you to quit being a fucking cunt, I’m gonna do it.”

“God, fuck you, Diskant.” You reached back and dug your nails into his neck, grinning wickedly when he hissed at you raising sharp red welts in his skin. “So fucking worried about me, when you’re the one who’s trailing after me like a kicked dog. That sweet little fiancée not keeping you satisfied?”

“Shut the fuck up.” He shoved three fingers in your mouth when you laughed at him, groaning into your hair when he felt you flutter around him again.

Drool started leaking down your chin as Paul pressed your tongue down and slid his fingers towards the back of your mouth, making you gag. You could feel his rhythm starting to grow frantic, the force of his thrusts crashing your hips into the edge of the sink until you were sure you were going to have bruises. He gripped your knee with his free hand and pushed it up until it was resting against the cool marble of the sink, opening you up so he could hit you even deeper and forcing you to brace both hands against the mirror to maintain your balance.

A thin whine escaped around his fingers when he ground into you at the perfect angle, your toes curling in your pumps as you spasmed violently and your release gushed out around him and soaked his thighs. Paul’s hips finally stopped moving when he shot his thick cum inside you, shoving himself as deep as possible as his cock twitched in his release and he buried his face in your neck to muffle his roar.

He surprised you by grabbing your hair at the roots and turning your head so he could smash his lips against yours, tangling his tongue with yours until you couldn’t breathe then growling when you shoved him off you.

“Don’t fucking touch me.” You hissed when he pulled your skirt down over your hips unceremoniously, turning to snarl at him as you shoved your tits back into your bra and started to do your dress back up. “You’re an asshole, you know that?”

“Jesus Christ, fuck off.” He tucked himself back into his slacks and redid his fly as he watched you try to straighten yourself out, a massive undertaking with how fucked out you looked. “Next time I’m gonna fuck that bitch mouth so I don’t have to listen to that fucking voice.”

“There’s no next time.” You turned back around and grabbed some paper towels to clean the mess you two had made between your thighs. “There shouldn’t have been a this time, fuck.” You splashed some water on your face and wiped off your smeared makeup before grabbing a scarf and winding it around your neck to cover the marks he’d left on you. “I’m not doing this again.”

“You’re a fucking liar.” He wrapped his hand around your arm and pulled you into his chest, ignoring your growl as he scraped his teeth over the curve of your cheek. “You want this, you fucking need it. Otherwise you would’ve locked the door when you saw me coming.”

Your full armed slap caught him off guard, sending him staggering across the floor as you gave a satisfied sneer. He stared daggers at you when you strode past him to collect your purse, grumbling wordlessly as you prowled towards the door without sparing a glance for him.

“Wait five minutes before following me, bastard.”

“I’ll see you next time you fucking bitch.” He wiped his mouth on the back of his hand before leaning against the wall and waiting for some time to pass so he wouldn’t arouse suspicion. “Hope you have a good time at lunch with Barber while my cum’s leaking down your thighs.”

You glared at him over your shoulder before heading back out to the hall, trying to hold back tears when you saw Andy waiting for you outside of his courtroom. Somehow you managed to return the smile he was giving you, hating yourself when you let him press his lips to your forehead softly before he was guiding you out of the courthouse and asking where you wanted to go for lunch. You pointedly ignored Paul walking out of the bathroom, his icy stare following after you as he rubbed his hand over the scratches you’d left on his neck.

“What the fuck happened to you?” Shit, Ludlow must have waited for him. “You look like you got in a fight with a wildcat.”

“Nothing happened, I’m just sick of that fucking cunt.” He relaxed when the man just snorted in agreement, tuning out his ranting as he thought about what it would be like to fuck your throat until you couldn’t talk anymore.

[you-cant-spell-subtext-without]

so get this. I was gonna roll around in Tombstone related fluff today - but no, no - this post came across my dash so Now We Are Gonna Discuss the Carnal Consumption of Meat as it appears on That Show Supernatural.  YEAH BUDDIES!

(also my sincere apologies to OP of the inspiration post who innocently tagged it with “lunch date!”  because I am about to go Elsewhere, cursedly).

Let’s all go meat man, after the cut!

This analysis centers primarily on 5x14 Bloody Valentine.  The title of course is a semi-homage to a 3D Slasher Film Jensen starred in circa 2009. 

Which I will be renting soon I guess.  ,[<- parasocial panda GET BACK IN YOUR ENCLOSURE]

Also Its Really Fun that the trailer for Said Cinema ends with “nothing says date movie like a 3-D ride to hell” [are you also thinking of Cas pulling Dean out of hell, or are you normal?]  ***unironically the teaser for 5x14 is -

EXT. SIDEWALK - IN FRONT OF ALICE'S APARTMENT BUILDING

RUSSEL 

First date.

They then eat each other.  Literally they eat each others flesh.  They also do it while dirty talking about it.  SPN IS A SHOW 

ALICE Ugh! I've been so alone. So empty...

RUSSEL I know. Me too.

ALICE I want you, Russel---All of you... inside me...

[they both take bites out of each other, Alice chewing on a piece of Russel's flesh]

****Remember this detail, as it is important.

ANYWAY, it’s truly Cursed that not only are we doing an homage to this 3-D Jensen Horror Date Flick but also this episode is specifically centered on Valentine’s Day.  The day honoring romance and love Now Coopted by Hallmark, everyone, that is the day spn writers chose to introduce us to 

Sir Horseman of THE Biblical Apocalypse Famine. 

Canonically, we are aware that the show is drawing from the book of Revelations in its depiction of the Four Horsemen.  Here’s what it says about Famine -

"When He broke the third seal, I heard the third living creature saying, "Come." I looked, and behold, a black horse; and he who sat on it had a pair of scales in his hand.”

-Revelations 6:5

Famine holds scales (used to weigh out grain in times of food scarcity).  Spn’s depiction is represented as hunger, a bottomless pit of need.  It consumes souls (demon and human alike).  

Cas describes Famine a little more poetically:

CASTIEL 

"And then will come Famine riding on a black steed. He will ride into the land of plenty... "

"... and great will be the Horseman's hunger, for he is hunger. "

"His hunger will seep out and poison the air. "

***Consider a prior season in which we are introduced to the Seven Deadly Sins.  Which are the sins associated with hunger?

Gluttony

and Lust.

***this is also important

Back to the episode.  Case cold open, and we find out that Alice was a Nice Girl.  In that she didnt drink, smoke or

have premarital sex.

***So Alice’s hunger for the sin of Lust caused her to succumb to it; and her demise was presented as Gluttony (literally eating her partner’s flesh). HMM

Famine’s presence is affecting the town, and Cas is not immune.

DEAN 

And when did you start eating?

CASTIEL 

Exactly. My hunger-- it's a clue, actually.

***They lay it out a little more in case you missed it ->

SAM 

I thought famine meant starvation, like as in, you know, food.

CASTIEL 

Yes. Absolutely. But not just food. I mean, everyone seems to be starving for something--Sex, attention, drugs, love...

***this is so important.  but of course because its spn and our textual narrators are generally unreliable (even in a Ben Edlund episode, yes I know)

we get a red herring

CASTIEL 

Right. The cherub made them crave love, and then Famine came, and made them rabid for it.

***but that’s not accurate.  they didn’t get married or become obsessed with each other (remember the cursed coin in 4x08 Wishful Thinking and the unconditional love wish? not what happened here). they had premarital sex.  they did the thing Alice considers wrong, and dark, and sinful.  and then they ate each others’ flesh.

DEAN 

Okay, but what about you? I mean, since when do angels secretly hunger for White Castle?

CASTIEL 

It's my vessel-- Jimmy. His, uh, appetite for red meat has been touched by Famine's effect

***mad lad Jimmy Novak’s hunger is for...red meat?  He is starving for red meat?  You are telling me that the Novaks, red blooded conservative religious midwestern Novaks, ate RED MEAT SO SPARINGLY that Jimmy Novak was LITERALLY starving for it?!?!  No way.  Absolutely no way.  This is a man who was such a religious zealot he STUCK HIS HAND IN BOILING WATER and accepted an angel of the lord into his own body but his secret hunger was for fucking ground beef?

give me a damn break.

to me this is an absolute coverup.  Because Cas’s burger consumption is not related one iota to his vessel Jimmy Novak.

it is a representation of Cas falling.  Cas’s cravings for meat represent his growing (and very much prohibited) feelings for...humanity (Dean Winchester), and they are presenting as Gluttony in the form of his downing more and more copious amounts of red meat.  

SERIOUSLY, consider this - at one point the depiction is so desperately carnal that he is eating raw ground beef with his bare hands. It is fucking uncomfortable.  and it is SUPPOSED to be.  Famine stirs up hunger for the prohibited.  For the sinful. That which we are starving for but do not believe we can ever have, so we lust and we lust and we LUST after it, but should we allow ourselves even just a taste of what we have been ravenously craving, we binge it until we ourselves disappear into the oblivion of our own sinful, dark desires.

Since You Want More Examples of why this cant possibly be hunger for Cheeseburgers and Cheeseburgers alone, Consider Famine’s effect on Dean.  Remember his doctor kink?

**when its revealed that Doctor Corman has succumbed to Famine’s poison by drinking himself to death, Dean - very uncharacteristically by the way - reacts by saying out loud

DEAN Thanks. Crap! I really kind of liked this guy.

***please note that Doctor Corman says the following to Dean in the prior scene they have together -

DR. CORMAN [to Dean]

Agent Marley, you just can't stay away.

****was that a flirtation?

***Also, Dean doesn’t want to go out and chase tail for Valentines Day.   

SAM

I mean, what do you always call it-- Uh, unattached drifter Christmas?

DEAN 

Oh, yeah. Well... be that as it may...I don't know. Guess I'm not feeling it this year.

SAM 

So you're not into bars full of lonely women?

DEAN 

Nah, I guess not. [takes a sip of his beer] Ahh. What?

SAM 

That's when a dog doesn't eat-- That's when you know something's really wrong.

***oh look we are relating things to eating again.  sex/lust to gluttony.  hmmm hmmm hmmm

ANYHOW -  *takes deep breath*

 this is also the Episode Where This Scene Lives

****JACKTING JOICES

oh and speaking of jacting joices, this is also the Dean Notices Cupids Crotch Episode.

frAckles, I am once again asking why you only permit celestial beings to hug you from behi-[gunshots]

but Dean isn’t hungry.  Why? Famine has the explanation, and we get it after Dean immediately runs inside after Cas heads in to complete his portion of their plan barely giving him any time to do so because he misses him that much.

FAMINE 

I disagree. [Famine moves closer to Dean and touches him] Yes. I see. That's one deep, dark nothing you got there, Dean. Can't fill it, can you? Not with food or drink. Not even with sex.

DEAN 

Oh, you're so full of crap.

FAMINE 

Oh, you can smirk and joke and lie to your brother, lie to yourself, but not to me! 

***not Dean making all of those homophobic/homoerotic jokes every time he’s in danger or feeing uncomfortable; not that, that can’t possibly be what Famine is referencing, right?

I can see inside you, Dean. I can see how broken you are, how defeated. 

***not THIS parallel:

AMARA:

You're a mystery. I can see inside your heart. Feel the love you feel, except… It's cloaked in shame

You can't win, and you know it. But you just keep fighting. Just... keep going through the motions. 

***not the motions of performative heterosexuality!!

***Dean’s not hungry because in his heart he truly believes that he can’t actually have what he hungers for.  That Thing Which This Episode Overtly but Also Very Clearly Made Obvious.  It’s an angel riding shotgun [I did Do That and I am Not Sorry], eating a burger in the front seat of the impala.  But, I’ve deviated from the meat of this essay [gunshots] [this time just for the bad joke].

BONUS

there’s Exists another episode in which a man ravenously consumes red meat; eventually succumbing to eating raw beef with his bare hands in the season prior to this one.  

Yes Supernatural the Show That Brought Us Not One But Two Scenes of Persons Carnally Consuming Red Meat With Their Bare Hands.  

This episode is a MOTW - the man in question is a rougaru - a monster that starts out as human but due to some specific genetic disorder (hmmm hmmm hmm crack in THE chassis hmmm hmmm) soon begins to be extremely hungry - “for everything, but eventually long pig.” AKA human flesh. 

Wanna know the kicker?  

Episode’s called Metamorphosis.

(GIF by jackttwist)

I’ll see myself out.

[DOUBLE BONUS for extra credit:

if you really wanna wild out, go watch the scene of Jack the rougaru looking at himself in the mirror in 4x04 - and then meander on over to 7x01 and check out God!stiel looking in the mirror as the leviathans writhe inside him over there. It’s worth the walk.]

***oh and @lilac-void​ im tagging you in this one because in exchange for your KIND creator content nomination I guess I will respond by cursing you with an Honorary tag in this, a Meat Meta.  you’re welcome slash I'm sorry XO [but seriously thank you again for your kindness and appreciation; it really motivated me to sit down and get moving on making more content <3]

[mememanufactorum]

Ace Combat 7 quotes

* Feel free to share as you please, no credit needed. Change pronouns or anything else as desired.

“Does the color of the sky mean anything special to you?”

“When I close my eyes, the sky in my dreams… is a deep, dark blue.”

“I don’t see anything good comin’ from that.”

“They taught me their skills and some dirty jokes.”

“Laugh at it all you want, kid. But technology’s always changing. If you don’t keep up with it, it’ll leave your ass behind.”

“Time to stop the bullshit.”

“Let’s go introduce ourselves.”

“This is the kinda shit that really chaps my ass!”

“Hesitating for a split second could be the difference between life and death. Stay sharp, think fast.”

“Don’t try to be a hero. I want you to make it back in one piece, y’hear?”

“No point arguing. That’s how war is these days.”

“Just worry about staying alive for now.”

“I’m buying dinner for anyone who takes down an enemy.”

“You shoot, someone gets killed. The guys in charge take care of the rest.”

“[name], time to show the other guys that we get wet, wild, and do dirty, dirty things.”

“They have to be crazy to pick a fight with us! Even a rabid dog would know better!”

“…I said what I had to say.”

“Not a girl who’d retreat. Just not in her DNA.”

“No, I should’ve never let a fledgling like her out of my reach to begin with.”

“This place is a shithole.”

“They just killed a hero!”

“…It must’ve been a mistake.”

“Of all the ways to get killed, that’s gotta be the most pathetic one ever, am I right?”

“Maybe I should give that guy a thank-you note for killing him…”

“Wooohooo! My blood’s boiling!”

“Always in the know, aren’t you?”

“Settle down. Excited to have another murderer with you?”

“If any of you die, just think of it as you atoning for your crimes.”

“I decide when you die.”

“Who’s gonna dance to your lying tune?”

“I’ll show you all how it’s done.”

“I got all dressed up for nothing.”

“Anyone up for some poker tonight?”

“Don’t let it go to your head, murderer.”

“I lost a lot of money for that, [name]. Don’t forget.”

“Yet, what is a nation? Can we actually see the physical lines that divide one from another?”

“Don’t pretend like you deserve any better!”

“You really are too good at murdering people, [name].”

“Stick with the best if you want to survive.”

“If anyone wants to die, let ‘em.”

“Keep yapping away, little guard dog!”

“You’ll pay for that.”

“Where’s your sense of humor, guys? Your buddy’s making a joke. Laugh already!”

“Wait. Who’s the dumbass that came up with this batshit plan?”

“Things don’t always go perfectly.”

“As they say in my house, there’s a thin line between bravery and stupidity.”

“Nice work for a dumbass.”

“You’re in no position to call someone a devil, [name]. Don’t make me laugh.”

“I ain’t afraid of it!”

“I want to understand the enemy.”

“My status? Well, I’m feeling a little excited.”

“[name], kindness gets you killed.”

“Only an idiot would be brave enough to pull off those moves.”

“[name] went down crying like a baby. I knew he was all bark and no bite. The coward.”

“Man, I’m not in the mood for this shit today. I’m gonna blow some stuff up to let off steam.”

“No time to smell the roses, then.”

“Enough with the holier-than-thou attitude.”

“Shut the hell up. This has nothing to do with me.”

“You sound like you know something.”

“If you think that’s all you need to survive, you might as well get your last rites now.”

“You did that on purpose, [name].”

“…It was an accident. It got out of control.”

“Adios, you damn fool.”

“It was an accident, so shut up.”

“[name], it’s a breath of fresh air having you out here.”

“Save your sermons for someone who cares, preacher.”

“You wouldn’t understand, [name]. Not until you take a good look in the mirror.”

“Sorry, but I’m gonna eat while I work. My judgment goes fuzzy when I’m too hungry.”

“How can you talk about food?”

“That girl swears more than me.”

“It’s not just the swearing either. She’s got quick fists too.”

“That ain’t funny.”

“I think tonight’s the night we finally open that bottle.”

“I could really perform if only I had some partners I could trust.”

“No need to worry, I got your back. Relax and do your thing.”

“I’m buying you a beer later!”

“You never learn, do you?”

“What are you scheming?”

“Ugh… [name], do not fubar this!”

“Knock that off. Push yourself too hard, and you’re dead.”

“Is it really over now?”

“Are we gonna eat the whole thing?”

“Yeah. We got our hands dirty for nothing.”

“But home means something different to each and every one of us.”

“That went about as expected.”

“Never was good at jokes.”

“Be quick. Gotta deliver on time, or the pizza’s free.”

“Your jokes haven’t gotten any better.”

“We’ve even brought pizza.”

“To tell you the truth… I’m not sure I wanted to know the answers anymore.”

“Cute. No, that’s real funny.”

“Y’know, I think we might stand a chance out here.”

“Man, don’t jinx us.”

“This should prove to be fun.”

“If we keep this up, someone’s not going home.”

“You’re quite the entertainer, but the show’s over with this next shot.”

“Stay strong. We’re not done here.”

“Shit! This guy’s too tough.”

“You can do it! In fact, you’re the only one who can!”

“As far as the chaos we find ourselves in these days, it’s difficult to say which side pulled the trigger first.”

“All that remained was chaos and confusion.”

“Oh, and uh, hand me that sandwich.”

“Please, watch over the future we build from the high heavens.”

“Who do we turn to in this darkest hour? We need a beacon of light to show us the way…”

“Right. I’m shooting them down. Any complaints?”

“Hey, not our fault they won’t listen to reason.”

“Whoever did is the king of all dumbasses.”

“Today… I lost everything.”

“After all those speeches I gave about working together for peace… I thought everyone felt the same as I did.”

“How long have you been here?”

“Just what did you see here?”

“Well now we know what’s going on, but… Shit.”

“Right. We leave the wounded… This’ll guarantee us a one-way ticket to hell.”

“I’ve heard that line before.”

“Damn it! In this crazy mess, I’ve got plenty to pay attention to other than your dirty ass!”

“I need you to help some people.”

“And who’s taking this to the enemy’s doorstep? Not me.”

“Wait, you moron!”

“What are you doing, dumbass?!”

“A few more crazies like her and life down there may have been a tad bit easier.”

“You never told me that!”

“That’s just a stereotype.”

“All I did was state my honest opinion and I was thrown in jail for it.”

“That’s not the way I heard it.”

“You take, if you want to live. That was how it was where I grew up.”

“I feel like we’re a group of burglars.”

“Don’t say that. This is for our survival.”

“A miss, as expected. But a lucky shot would be boring.”

“Don’t waste your life. Dedicate it to reclaiming that which you call home.”

“Furthermore, you must find someone to guide you.”

“I am not that person.”

“Don’t die. As long as we’re alive, our hopes and dreams live on.”

“Why do you feel the need to continue fighting on your own?”

“Let me test him, then, to see if he’s truly worthy.”

“If they are not enough, then I must put my soul into it.”

“There are people like you in every generation. And I’ve felled every last one of them.”

“This was all due to my ego.”

“I unleashed pure chaos upon this world just so I could keep my wings.”

“We have to learn to put that sense of nostalgia behind us and behave like mature adults.”

“This isn’t a rebellion. This is a battle for independence.”

“The time has come to show the enemy the true meaning of patriotism!”

“I, for one, did not see that coming.”

“Ha! Just what kind of magic did you work there, you asshole?”

“It wasn’t magic. It was a scam.”

“Besides, if you thought it was impossible you wouldn’t have said anything.”

“Even in death, that thing is intimidating.”

“I don’t care what country anyone’s from. What counts is knowing who the real enemy is. Right guys?”

“I think everybody here knows the score. We all know who to follow.”

“That was definitely the most intense thing I’ve ever been in.”

“I’ve got a special bottle of wine for occasions like this. What do you say we open it?”

“Hey, [name], you dumbass. Tell me something. What color’s the sky up there?”

“I never wanted to create anything and now here I am, clinging to life.”

“Is this my punishment, then?”

“Y’know what having peace in the world means? It’s being able to die in your own bed, at a ripe, old age.”

“Dark blue… To the heavens and beyond.”

“Can you hear me?”

[sweeethinny]

Reputation - Look What You Made Me Do (Chapter 5)

this time it didn't take me so long :) I had difficulties with the ending but I think I managed to finish it in a decent way (thank to @harrys-wheezys who help me, saying about how the war had changed them, and they realizing it :))

keep commenting, i love reading your opinions 

AO3

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I don't like your little games Don't like your tilted stage

''Look what they wrote about us!" Harry looked at her, a little still tired from the morning sex round, his brain soft and with little ability to understand anything but Ginny's naked breasts, right next to him ''Harry Potter , 32, Order of Merlin blah blah blah, was seen chatting animatedly alongside another ex- Holyhead Harpies player, other than his wife, Ginny Potter (or can we call her Weasley again?)'' Ginny turned her head to him, a little too furious for nine on a cold Sunday morning "Terry is a lesbian! And she knows it."

''Why do you still buy this?'' Harry yawned, cuddling up to her chest, smiling at the softness of her breasts, better than the pillows, as he felt her nails on his scalp, almost driving him back to sleep.

''Why do I need to know what they are saying about us?'' He knew it wasn't really a question, so he kept quiet ''Forbidden romance is a hell. They've been separating us for years now, do you remember that about our marriage?'' 

Rita no longer wrote alone, now she shared the gossip podium with Beau Miller, a man no one really knew where he came from, and seemed to have won people's hearts more for his beauty than for the work itself.

'' ..Of course, what he writes is pure shit ' Harry grunted angrily, throwing the newspaper into the fire and watching it burn, irritated that he said that about Ginny ''They said she has kept me under the love potion .. Ginevra Weasley! The woman who knows very well what it is to have no control over yourself while someone else manipulates you like a puppet, would make me drink love potions! ' Harry clapped his hand on the table, suddenly feeling like he was on edge. .

He thanked for being alone.

''Is the future Potter keeping our chosen one under a potion? ' Harry feigned a very forced accent, his hand on his chest while blinking pompously into nothingness ''To hell with 'Our Chosen One' ''

It was just as irritating how much they got into their lives, saying filthy things about the two, making silly assumptions about betrayals, love potions, and even a teenage pregnancy - the picture of Ginny with Teddy in her arms gave them that.

Harry was so tired, especially now in the week of their wedding, where he was so nervous and upset that he thought he was about to fall to the floor with a heart attack. And it made it worse that Ginny was in France with Fleur, for something about her dress.

They always made him look like a fool, and Harry definitely hated them.

And it was with this resignation that he left his office, marching furiously to the building where the Prophet was.

 The role you made me play Of the fool, no, I don't like you

 ''How to forget? I think Beau is still scared of me'' He laughed nasally, hugging the woman's waist and burying his head more in her breasts ''But it wasn't just me who did it, if I remember correctly, in your seventh year you also lost the head''

''She caught me on a bad day'' Ginny defended herself

 It was supposed to be a calm Quidditch Final, at least it was what she expected.

She was prepared to face Ravenclaw with all her blood, determined to win and make use of all those training sessions under the rain and mornings that had barely emerged. She would win.

Harry being there, helped a lot too.

''If we win .. '' She said when the two met in the locker room still empty, for just one conversation.

"When you win," he said, kissing the tip of her nose before listening to her again, with all his attention and affection.

But then there was the press, as usual, and Rita Skeeter was there too, asking about silly stuff.

Ginny was on the edge, missing her stupid boyfriend who got bogged down with jobs until he missed the last trip to Hogsmeade, afraid to lose, eager to have scouts in the audience who would assess her potential to the last drop, judging her good or not for her team, nervous about the exam of her NIEM's next week .. It was so much, that having Rita distorting her words was not a real desire.

That smile ... Ginny was so eager to take it away.

I don't like your perfect crime How you laugh when you lie

''But Mrs Weasley, have you been playing just to impress a certain person? ' That had been the question after Ginny had scored 8 goals in less than an hour, and helped Gryffindor to win the Cup and being an incredible captain, being quite modest.

Of course, because everything about her was always intertwined, in some way, with Harry.

With little patience left, she decided to smile sarcastically as took the feather in her hand and kneaded it until there were no more pieces left, approaching the woman in a very unfriendly way, which made her startle and take two steps back, cowardly

''Yes, and I've been well rewarded for that. As you can see .. '' She waved her notebook with her wand, making it burn and end up nothing less than dust on the dirty floor of the locker room ''I'm great with my hands''

You said the gun was mine Isn't cool, no, I don't like you (oh!)

 ''You're really good with your hands'' Harry kissed the one who was resting beside him on the bed, also kissing her finger with their wedding ring, feeling the cold gold against his lips

''Thank you, I got better with time... You are lucky that I don't mind all these intrusions, because I already received some invitations to run away from you'' The man laughed, lifting his chin to look at her, green eyes playing fun

''I can't even believe what made you stay'' Ginny shrugged, smiling and running her nails over his shoulders

''Your fortune, of course''

 ''Ginny Potter getting married out of interest?

That's right wizard world, the Quidditch Team's great player,  Holyhead Harpies, received a marriage proposal from a Puddlemere United Team player, which we were unable to identify. And he claims that Ginny Potter told him that she will only marry Harry Potter because of his fortune.

More information on page 15.''

''Does the man say that but they don't know who he is?'' She snorted ''She loves to make me look like a disguised bitch'' Harry barely looked up from Ron's letter, drinking his coffee and wondering if he should get a piece of cake or cookies.

''She does it because she knows you read and it hits you ' The bride turned like a rabid dog towards him

''Hit me? Please, Harry! I am furious that they do not destroy the image of a man who proposed to a committed person, but make up this shit about me .. I'm sure that tonight she will be there'' The Ministry party, the one that the two tried to make up any excuse for not to go, but that in the end, he had been obliged to attend. ''Do you know something? I will use the diamonds you gave me. And I'm going to buy a new dress.'' Ginny got up from the table

''I thought diamonds would be for special occasions'' He joked, still not looking at her

"And isn't that special?" He risked looking at her; her cheeks flushed like fire, hair up in a quick bun and his shirt as pajamas ''Wear your expensive suit too. We will be the most glamorous couple of that idiot party'' And then she left, stomping firmly and still babbling curses along the way.

 [...]

''How I look?'' Ginny came out of the closet, and Harry started to wonder if they really needed to go to that stupid party, or if he could invent a disease that made him stuck at home.

She was stunning, the dress was golden and long, falling very close to her body and with straps so thin that he didn’t know how they didn’t split in half, a straight neckline that made her breasts look so stunning it was like he was 17 years and be embarrassed to see them. Her hair was tied in a neat bun, the diamond earrings matched the ring he had given her last month, delicate but shiny like party globes. Her lips were blood red, her eyes painted black and gold that made Harry forget the time she had spent in the bathroom.

''Wow'' He blinked a few times, watching her approach and fix his tie, blinking innocently and laughing

''Thank you my love, you are also beautiful ..'' Her hands smoothed the suit well aligned, seeming to approve that he had listened to her and put on the expensive piece ''I loved the gold buttons, they really make a great pair with my dress'' Ginny put her arm through his ''Can we go, Mr Potter? I need to parade with my rich fiance around.''

''I never felt so happy that I was being extorted'' They laughed, finishing getting what they needed before apparating to the Ballroom who were told it would be the event, identifying themselves at the entrance and smiling at the first camera that appeared , ignoring all the looks that some gave him "I come back from the dead, but what they care about is whether my future wife is about to kill me to keep my fortune or not .. "

But I got smarter, I got harder in the nick of time Honey, I rose up from the dead, I do it all the time

''Because it sells more newspapers when they talk about a selfish bitch'' Ginny faked a smile ''Look, everyone commenting about us.' The circle of journalists seemed about to burst with excitement when they saw them coming in, ignoring anyone else more important that it passed them, seeming to argue about who should go to the couple first

"They must be arguing about what you had to do to get these earrings"

''I hope they're being creative .. Just a blowjob wouldn't pay'' Harry laughed, wrapping his arm around her waist and bowing a little - she was on heels, they weren't so different in height now - to whisper;

''But I wouldn't mind buying you jewelry for every time you have your mouth full ' The woman blushed, biting her lip and looking at it boldly

''I'll have an arsenal of them then'' Before he could make any further comments, their names were called, and Rita Skeeter was right there in front, smiling from ear to ear

''Mr and Mrs Potter.'' Her false tone got to make Harry sick ''As always; admirable'' Rita blinked a few times at the diamond in Ginny's ears, almost approaching to assess the jewel ''It would be an honor to have an interview with you, there are several fans who are dying to know more details of the wedding of two such important...wizards'' She looked up and down at Ginny, as if assessing whether she was worth it that much.

Because, she was always Harry Potter's girlfriend, and nothing more. Forget her career as a player, and all her other merits.

''I can only say it will be luxurious'' Ginny commented, as much as it was a lie ''Nothing more'' She smiled falsely ''And even, I remember putting your name on the list'' Rita seemed to be excited, eyes and puffing out the chest

''We have an extensive list, you see, but we don't forget you'' Harry assured

''It's a great honor-- ''

'' --The list, of course, forbidden people'' The redhead smiled from ear to ear ''Now, if you'll excuse me ... ''

I've got a list of names and yours is in red, underlined I check it once, then I check it twice, oh! Look what you made me do

 ''She spoke shit of our marriage for a week'' Harry sighed ''I have never been so sad''

''She made me do that'' Ginny shrugged. ''That dress really made me beautiful. I hate you for tearing it up'' She slapped her husband on the back, who was laughing against her warm skin.

''You didn't look angry when I did that. In fact, I remember you groaned a lot. We had complaints from neighbors underneath''

''Living in a building was the worst idea ever'' Harry nodded, getting back on her chest, smiling at the feeling of being at home. ''She asked me for help\ last week''

"Who?"

''Rita'' Ginny laughed ''Maybe that's why today's story, she must be mad since I refused to help her''

I don't like your kingdom keys They once belonged to me

 ''Me and you?'' Ginny spoke a little disappointed, looking at the empty room and then at the woman in front of her ''I work at the sports session, Rita''

"But I need you to help me, Chudley Cannons has this new player and .."

'' ..I won't intercept them for you, do your dirty work alone'' The blonde nodded, looking unexpectedly like a demon from those muggle movies she and Harry had been watching

''My job is not dirty, Mrs Potter, it is as worthy as yours'' Ginny laughed, staring at her with an even worrying calm, seeing that lying red face in front of her ''We should unite here, be solidary with the other.''

''A job that consists of being invasive in the lives of others and making up lies, is not a worthy job, Mrs. Skeeter'' The last name looked like poison on her lips ''The last time I helped you, my name ended up in a not so friendly story about a naked photo of me that they had taken and were trying to sell around ... It seems that you didn't think much about the 'female sorority' before launching the article defaming me''

''I don't invent anything'' Ginny nodded sarcastically, turning away and heading back to her work area

''I'm sure not ... But thank me Rita, for not writing gossip'' Then she looked over her shoulder, still seeing her standing there ''I would have great topics to comment on''

 You asked me for a place to sleep Locked me out and threw a feast (what?)

 ''I think they're going to fire her ... Beau has also been walking the tightrope for the past few days'' She dropped the newspaper, lying on the bed and coming face to face with Harry, rubbing his face and sighing tiredly ''Not that I care, it's just Karma''

''Definitely'' The husband kissed the tip of her nose, then the cheeks, until he reached her mouth, smiling and winking still a little sleepy ''The guy who sold the photos is still in prison. I went to Askaban yesterday and saw him, he looked a little crazy and upset when he saw me. The guards say he started having nightmares about me killing him.''

''Urgh, can't this family stay away from the drama for even a second? If Beau listens, you can be sure that tomorrow is the first page dedicated to that. "Harry Potter, the savior of the wizarding world or a torturer of defenseless poor people?"

''He's definitely not a helpless poor. And he's lucky that I didn't find him, because I would have left him with more damage than just a cut on his shoulder'' The green eyes darkened, and Ginny knew he wasn't horny ''They treated him so lovingly I even thought they would give him they own bed for him to spend the night ... While you can't leave the house for a week!''

''It's an unfair world, babe'' And as if that still didn't torment her, Ginny kissed her husband, relieved by the feeling that ran through her, as if the tension had evaporated away and only the two existed

 The world moves on, another day, another drama, drama But not for me, not for me, all I think about is karma

 ''But I have you, my great savior'' She kissed him again, less deeply this time ''Some guys told me I deserved it ... You know, for whatever shit they believe I did. Michael met me on the street and said it was just me reaping what I planted.'' Harry rolled his eyes, sighing and seeming to control any instinct to leave their bed and go after each one

''I hate them so much'' Ginny nodded ''Last week a trainee made a joke about your poster is on the bedroom wall, facing the bed. I don't think he wanted me to hear'' His wife laughed, throwing her head back and happy that he could break the tension ''I'm serious, he affected having seen death''

 '' ..I leave it facing my bed, because you know, don't you? Lonely nights and everything'' Harry took a deep breath, already being spotted by the freshman's other colleague, who was as white as paper looking over the boy's head, his eyes wide.

''If you continue like this, only what you will have will be lonely nights'' Then his malicious laugh stopped, and Harry even doubted that his breath was gone.

''Erm .. Sorry, Har ... Mr Potter'' The boy turned around, looking much more like one of their children when they were caught tampering with something where it shouldn't have been, not as an auror in training.

''Not that you should apologize to me, it wasn't my ass that you were using as an aid to wanking ... But hopefully next time, it will appear in your mind and leave it soft enough to not want to play for a week'''

 And then the world moves on, but one thing's for sure

Maybe I got mine, but you'll all get yours

''He's still not looking me in the eye'' Ginny was still laughing, trying to contain the noise so as not to wake her children but looking almost impossible

''I really hope he saw your ass instead of mine .. Not that yours is ugly, I love her'' She kissed the tip of his nose, reaching down to squeeze the naked flesh ''All round and perfect'' Another kiss

''But it wasn't the one he wanted to see'' Ginny nodded, letting her be hugged ''I'm sorry for all this meddling''

''You don't have to apologize for anything, they're the ones who are fucking invasive. I accepted that life back in my fifth year, when you kissed me, and it wouldn't change a single point of my decisions '' The two looked at each other, Harry looking much more naked than he really was, blinking those beautiful green eyes in her direction, with a slight smile on his face

''I love you ... even if you are just here to steal my fortune, or if you are looking to get away with someone else ... ''

"... Or that I'm keeping you under the Love Potion?" Harry laughed, nodding

''Yes, I still love you so much'' Ginny smiled, even after all these years, still blushing shyly

''You look so romantic after I fuck you good'' He shrugged

"That's what they say ... But they say a lot, they already said they couldn't trust me when I was only 15 years old."

'' ..And today they use your opinion as a guide'' Ginny reminded him ''They always seem so sorry when you talk about the war'' Not that Harry talked much, but there was always a lecture here or there, and rather intrusive questions on the anniversary that marked the end. ''Rita always seems sorry about that time, but I never know if it is because we discovered her cover or just because there is a little humanity in her ... Anyway, I don't trust her at all. Not that she trusts me too much, of course. ''

I don't trust nobody and nobody trusts me

I'll be the actress starring in your bad dreams

Harry laughed softly, running his fingers over her cheek and outlining his wife's face, as if he wanted to frame her to never forget. Ginny took a hand on her cheek, kissing the scar he had acquired in the fifth year, as if to prove that they were there now. Better. Alive

''The date is coming ... What will they all write this time?'' Ginny shrugged, interlacing her fingers with his and approaching her husband, wrapping her bare leg around his waist

"Some shit that will make somebody cry and say 'he was just a kid!' while they congratulate you and frighten our children'' Our children, it was one of the things he would never tire of listening to. Harry chuckled, relaxing against her, laying his head back in the middle of her soft breasts, being surrounded by that heady scent that he would never get sick of.

''Isn't it crazy to think that Teddy is already so big? We're getting old ''

''Oh, don't say that too loud, magazines love to remind us of that. Last week a magazine said I should cut my hair again to 'look younger'.'' Harry laughed, running his fingers over the red strands that were on the pillow, not as long as when they were teenagers, but not as small as when she was played, but still incredibly beautiful.

''We're not the same anymore, are we?'' She doesn't need to ask what exactly he was talking about. The war had changed everyone, but Ginny and Harry would never be forgotten about their changes, even if she cut her hair and he let his hair grow, there would always be a gossip magazine reminding them who they once were. Students leading a movement against the Ministry, teenagers having to deal with things that not even an adult would handle well, among thousands more.

''It would be impossible to be'' She smiled a little colorless, before her maternal instinct warned her ''James woke up.'' And the alone and comfortable moment was over, the two of them picked up their fallen pajamas by the bed and they dressed at impressive speed, much faster and more prepared than when they were young and didn't want to be caught by Molly. Her mother was much more understandable than a 7-year-old son, under locked doors

They would never be the same again.

I'm sorry, the old Taylor can't come to the phone right now

Why?

Oh, 'cause she's dead! 

 ''Good morning, mate'' Harry unlocked the door when the little one knocked, waving him to come to bed with them, as he knew it was his wish

''Morning'' he murmured sleepily, still looking sleepy, scratching his brown eyes and crawling on the sheets to stay in the middle, laying his head on his mother's chest like a baby, before going back to sleep calmly. Ginny kissed his slightly sweaty hair and hugged the small body that was now glued to hers.

''How long until the other two come too?'' She whispered, laughing softly as ahe tried to hear if there was noise from the other rooms as well.

''A few minutes'' Harry didn't look sad ''We can still run away ... We took them all and we were gone for a week'' Ginny laughed, denying and using her free hand to ruffle her husband's hair

''You could never do that'' She unmasked him ''But we can get away after an interview, I know the kids will love it ... ''

 [...]

When the day came, there were, as always, reporters, cameras and people everywhere. It seemed that they never got tired of questioning every morbid detail of what the trio had been through in those years at Hogwarts.

But before the second interview started, Harry simply apparated with his whole family out, leaving everyone gaping when the six Potter (because Teddy would always be a Potter) simply disappeared, waving to the journalists before landing at the beach house of them, not far from London, but hidden enough that no one could find them.

"Tomorrow this will be on the cover of magazines" And it was.

''I do not care. They forced me to do this.. Ask about all the shit I went through? I do not care. Tease the kids?'' He waved to the kids running from Teddy who claimed to be a monster, laughing and screaming loudly, looking a lot less tense than they did a few minutes ago, when five journalists surrounded they to ask questions. ''I don't accept'' Harry would never let them take away their peace.

 ''Harry Potter, the wizard who saved the world or just a man in need of attention?

Harry Potter, 32, First Order of Merlin, Chief of Aurors, attended the Annual Anniversary Meeting of the End of the Second Witch War, with his wife Ginny Potter, his sons James, Albus and Lily Potter, as well as his godson Edward Lupin (known like Teddy). After the first interview (see more on page 15) the wizard who saved the world looked irritated when some questions started to be asked, and simply apparated the whole family out.

What does the editor of this newspaper think of this? Of two things, one; does the wizard who saved the world need attention and need his name back in the tabloids, or is it just a way to make everyone forget the possible betrayal he committed (see more on page 18) last Friday? ''

Look what you made me do

[frekydeki]

Much Like Lightning

Summary: You were once someone who would laugh at the one bozo in seven hundred thousand that got struck by lightning... Except now, you are that bozo. Add to that the fact that you get thrown back into time where the comfy dungeon you're stuck in is visited by a certain earl and his butler, and the Queen of England decides they're the only ones fit to babysit you, makes your bad luck like a nice little sundae on a good ole rainy Sunday. You happen to fall in love with the sinfully beautiful butler and accidentally earn the affections of others along the way; hey, just think of it as the cherry on top of your very unlucky sundae.

Pairing: (Reader x Various) (Reader x Sebastian, more specifically)

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Dripping...    What's dripping?    Rain... Right, it was raining before...    Before what?    ...    Oh well... Something stinks too... Oh god, is that you? Are you the source of that strong smell of dirt, rain, sweat, and a faint hint of trash? You groan, trying to will your sore muscles to move so you could grab a shower. But that works against you too; the skin on your back screams at you to just fucking stop moving because it's threatening to tear in half with any movement. The smell of blood doesn't reach your nose until that moment. Where's that smell coming from?

Despite every fiber in your being telling you that it was the worst possible idea, you push yourself up gingerly anyways; another prime example of your terrible judgement and stubborness. You let out a raspy sob as that aching pain spreads to the rest of your body. You open your eyes, finding that darkness is all that welcomes you. What? Are you blind now too? You wouldn't put that past your luck. Your trembling hand - covered in dirt, you can feel the pebbles against your wet skin - reaches to your back to find your shirt burned away, and hanging on by little threads... And the skin of your back, bumpy, torn; you can't tell much but something isn't right. What the fuck is going on? Your energy to find out is practically sapped from you now that you've tried to check your upper back and found absolutely no answers. You don't even want to lay down, knowing how much pain that's going to send to your already twisting stomach. "H-Hey." You call to absolutely no one. Jeeze! You're in a very alarming situation, possibly in the basement of the new Ted Bundy, maybe in hell, and the first thing you think to say is "Hey"? You still continue on with a croaked, "Where am I?" Who are you even talking to? Despite you kicking your own ass over how stupid it is for you to be talking to no one in particular, you know it's all you can really do. You don't want to move because of your back, but you also don't know what is surrounding you... Maybe it's like in the Saw movies where there's traps everywhere and if you move an inch to your left you'll be eaten by sharks. Heaviness sinks into your chest as your head falls; bad idea because even that movement sends pain down your spine. What are you going to do? Your face contorts as a sob rocks your body, and your hands try to take a fist full of the cobblestone ground beneath you. "Please..." You whine through your childish crying. You can't help it, you're paralyzed in fear. "Help me." You know that burn in your lungs anywhere as shivers run up your arms and your cheeks set on fire. The shortness of breath. The hollowing of your head, to where there's nothing up there except fear. The feeling of a bag being placed over your head, and you can't even tear it off to make it feel better. "H..." You huff out, without breath. "Help me." You mouth. You keep your eyes wide open, trying to see if light will come in the wider you hold them. "Help me." You repeat just under a whisper. Can no one hear you? Another sob strangles the little breath you have from you. You're desperate. "Help me!" You scream, loud enough for God to hear you from where ever you are. Loud enough to feel like you tore the lining of your throat. "Help me!" You scream again. Is no one really going to come? Can no one really hear you? Light. Just a little bit of warmth. Another person. Before you know it, the only sound between you and that man is the sound of your sobbing. "Please..." You drink in the light pouring from around him, pushing away your tears with the dirty ball of your palms. "Help me." "Fetch the master." The man whispers. "The woman has woken." Your breath leaves you as he moves to close the door. No. "Please..." You whimper. But he tears his eyes from yours; what has that word ever mattered when it's coming from your chapped lips? You stare at where his sharp features once were; pink lips parted, blue eyes nearly falling from their sockets they were so wide, feet set apart as if he were ready for you to attack him like a rabid dog any second... He was... Scared of you? Your body crumbles under the weight in your chest. You wrap your arms around your head, cradling your throbbing body... Is this... How you'll die? If this is all you'll be able to do with the extra time you were given, why didn't He just take you when he took your parents? And you submit to the helplessness eating away at your chest and head. What else can you do? What else can you do but cry? Cry and wait to die... It's all you can do now that you're chained somewhere in someone's wet basement. "She's in here, My Lord." You hear before the door opens slowly, and another silhouette stands in it, watching you like you were a demon... Wait. A smile cracks onto your lips before it falls with another sob. You rub away your tears aimlessly, relieved that your fear is shaking away into irritation. And then, you begin laughing... What the actual hell is this? Is this a joke? Is someone pulling a joke on you? What kind of fucked up joke is this? For Christ's sake your back is burned all to hell - at least that's what you're going with - and they think now is a good time to play dress up? "What the hell are you doing?" You snap before the boy can even introduce himself. "You think this is a good idea? I'm wounded and you think it's a good idea to throw me in your basement and play around a little? You think it's okay to take just any girl who's passed out on the street and take her to play dress up?" You rant, tears still pouring down your face. The boy draws back, his face flabbergasted at your explosive behavior. But you just don't care; you're hurting and you need to be at a hospital. The boy sucks in a long breath through his nose, and opens his one eye to watch you strongly. "My name is-" "Ciel Phantomhive, yeah, I get it. And he's your butler Sebastian; he's a demon and you're sad. Great outfits, now let me out of here so I can get help." You snap angrily. Silence runs between them. "Please." You plead strongly, tears still thick on your face, and you show him the chain biting at your reddening skin on your ankle. You look up to them, and then to the red eyes on the butler; they look mighty convincing, though. "How do you know my name?" "Basically everyone knows the name kid." "I'll cut you a deal," the boy begins, "You tell me everything you know, and I'll spare your life." "Like what? The recipe to Martha Stewart's special christmas cookies?" You cry at the boy. "Or would you like to know who killed your parents?" His eye widens greatly, but you could care less about how he's reacting to your harsh words. You press your hand over your eyes, and then pinch the bridge of your nose. "Listen, kid. I'll cut you a better deal. You let me go, and we'll call it even. You kidnap me, in return I get set free... No harsh feelings." Yikes... This kid sure does take his costume seriously cause that sure looks like a real revolver pointed at your head right now. "Tell me what you know about my parents death." Your shocked expression quickly falls away to annoyance as your brows pinch together and your upper lip lifts in a slight snarl. You smack his hand away from you, almost in a scolding manner, and point your finger at him, ignoring the gun skidding across the floor. "You shouldn't be playing around with things like that! Guns are dangerous! You could seriously hurt somebody with one of those!" The boy turns away - after thoroughly examining with a narrow eyed glare and flaring nostrils - and walks towards his butler, who watches you with unashamed amusement on his attractive features. "Sebastian." The butler bows to the boys wordless command. "Yes, my lord." Your entire being ices over as you watch the mans eyes begin to glow... Man... Those contacts... Are really... Those seem pretty real... "Hey! You know what? Now that you think about it my back isn't hurting at all, "That's a lie, "So, I'll take your deal. But, maybe... We switch it up a little... Huh?" You glance nervously between the two. "You, Mr. Phantomhive, get me out of here, maybe give me a little Tylenol, and maybe call off Mr. Sebastian too. And then, I will tell you everything I know. How about that?" You smile up to the two, relieved to see the boy considering your proposal. "Fine, but if you don't, Sebastian won't hesitate to kill you." You suck in a breath between your teeth. "You know, I sure wouldn't doubt it. Mr. Sebastian seems to have good taste in souls to eat and people to kill." You nervously babble as the butler chuckles at you and they leave. You heave out a terrified breath as you're shut away in that darkness again; oddly enough you almost prefer this than having that boy and man in front of you interrogating you like that. If you're down here a little longer, surely you don't have any wounds deep enough that they won't scab over. So, you should be fine if you just play along a little and then head home after having tea; the worst part? You hate tea. But as your father used to say, life is hell, and then you die. So, suffer here, suffer there, and it all pays off! Your forced enthusiasm dies as quickly as a stone falls when you throw it. What the hell are you going to do? What the hell is going on? All in all, what the hell? You jump as the door is opened, and the butler stands there with a candle, clean clothes, and medical supplies. Even better, you guess. You look away from him slowly. He closes the door and walks to you, examining the burns across your back. "My, my... What caused these wounds?" You sigh. "Lightning." "Surely not!" "If you can be a demon, I can be struck by lightning, I guess." You listen to the butler. "My lady, I merely one hell of a butler." You giggle dryly. "I've heard that one many times before, Sebastian." He begins to pull away the fabric from your skin, ever so gently. Silence engulfs you as he begins to clean your burns, much to your agony. "So..." You force out, "Are you really... Ya know... A demon?" "Where would you get that idea?" "Wild guess?" You turn to look at him, his red eyes surprisingly deep in the candlelight. "If you believe me to be a demon, why aren't you scared?" You watch him and smile before turning away. "I think there's a lot more to be scared of than a demon..." "Oh?" You nod and flinch as he begins to put some type of cold creme on your back. "Plus you don't strike me as the type of me to hurt a young lady over nothing." He chuckles as he begins to wrap bandages around you. You can feel the cold radiating off Sebastian's body, your tongue becoming thick as you think, perhaps... Maybe he isn't fake. Maybe this really is Sebastian Michaelis. The Sebastian whom you've been dreaming of marrying for years, the one who you've written cringy fanfiction for, and read even more of. That would mean, of course, that the Ciel you just met, is real too... And you were so unkind to him... After all he's been through. Your chest tightens even more and you grip your arms with white knuckles... You'll apologize if the situation calls for it. Then again, he might just be a brat and not deserve it. "This gown is given by the queen. Will you need help dressing?" Sebastian asks. Your cheeks heat quickly as you take the clothing gingerly and shake your head. Stopping short, you look at the corset, and the several different pieces... What the hell are all of these things? If you dress yourself with this shit, you're going to march out of this room looking like Ariel in that torn sail cloth... You'll look like you were professionally dressed by a seagull; you grind out a heavy sigh. Are you going to loose all of your honor in one night? "Sebastian?" You call to his retreating form. Your head hangs as you try and hide the blush rushing over your cheeks. Why you're embarrassed, you're not sure. After all, Sebastian has probably been with a lot of women, so it's not like he's never seen it before... And it's not like he'd be interested in you in any possible sense. So, no worries, right? Wrong. Very wrong. Looking to meet his purring eyes, consumed in pleasure -if you are reading him correctly - with the way you were looking at him so shyly, is a huge mistake. But you can't take it back now. "I don't know how... Any of this works..." "What ever do you mean?" He questions with a smile, which is more than just a pleasantry smile; he is enjoying himself... A lot. "I've never worn a dress..." You look away from him and to the ground before shooting your eyes back to his, "Like this, at least." You clarify. He raises his eye brow. "I need your help." You mumble. He smiles, his eyes damn near starting to glow with pleasure as he bows and assures you he will help you. You hold your breath the entire time he dresses you, ignoring the goosebumps you get when his hand brushes your skin, or the way he is standing just a little closer than he needs to be. Your eyes narrow; he's doing it on purpose. "There." He sighs, stepping back to admire his handy work. You grab the candle and hand it to him with your lips pursed. "Thank you." You grumble to him. Sebastian takes the candle with a pleasant smile on his pale lips as well as his eyes on fire along with the candles. Sheesh, he sure does take amusement out of small things; like a child. Easily excited. You shake your head as you follow him from the room, down the hall up a stair case, a thousand turns, and you're standing in... "Is this the... Royal Palace?" You wheeze. "Of course." Sebastian assures as he leads you down a long corridor, lavishly decorated with gold and purple and portraits of nobles and royals. You look out the window and stare outside. Where's all the cars? Why are there only horses and carriages? You're plastered to the window, looking at the women in dresses and men in top hats and how no one had a cell phone out... "Sebastian?" "My lady?" "What year is it?" "1888." Your wide eyes, hollow in disbelief, turn to him slowly. "You're sure?" He watches you, his expression blank of all emotion except the slight raise in his brow telling you that he thinks you're entirely insane. "Of course." You nod and swallow; this is not good at all. A nervous smile cracks across your lips slowly, and you nod again. "Right. I guess the strike must have shaken me a little more than I thought." That's a damn understatement. He smiles sweetly at you and begins to show you the rest of the way to the large drawing room, where Ciel and the queen sit, chatting over sweets and tea. "My dear! I am so very glad to see you awake! And to see you looking so beautiful in that old gown of mine warms my heart greatly! You must be very tired. Please, come and sit. Let this old woman get a good look at that face of yours." You stare at the silver haired woman, the crown on her head; you don't know how to act around a queen. Shoot, you barely even know how to act around other humans... Deciding to bow your head lightly and take the seat her gloved hands are held out to, you watch Ciel with a critical eye. This boy in front of you has the ability to end your life in a second if he wishes it. And he is also so unnaturally adorable you could just pinch his cheeks and scream. "Are you hungry?" The queen asks. "Not at all, your highness." "Your accent, you're from the colonies?" Mouth in a thin line, you nod and smile shyly. "How did you find yourself here on the outskirts of London?" You look down to the cup of tea being placed in your hand by Sebastian. You swallow thickly before turning your eyes back to hers and smiling away the confusion. "On a boat. I remember that! But, my lady, I forgot entirely what I came to visit for." "Oh dear! How troublesome." Sipping the tea with a sour face, you put down the cup just as Temaki from Ouran Highschool Host Club taught you; pinky first, turn to the side. "What is your name?" "(Y/N) (L/N)." "You must not have a place to stay." You shake your head and look to your hands. "I do not. But, I'll find my way!" "On my honor I should not leave you to brave those cold streets alone, being as cute as you are you'd be snatched up by hungry wolves in the matter of seconds!" The queen scoffs before taking a bite of her cookie. "Your highness?" You ask, confused by what she means. "You know Earl Phantomhive well. He explained the situation to me fully. You were to come here and see him on business, but you went missing as soon as your boat landed. Since you have forgotten your duties I shall send you to stay with him so he may enlighten you. He will watch over you well, I know it." Drawing your mouth into a thin line, you look to the sneering boy with half lidded eyes; it's too much. "I couldn't impose on him so!" You try and deny him with waving hands in front of you, but Sebastian silences you quickly. "It is our honor to have you." You meet their eyes; ah, the deal. Staring at your hands, you decide now is your turn to move your first chess piece. He wants to know everything he can about future events. Use your knowledge to your advantage, and you'll be safe... However, if you're too quick to talk, you might ruin the entire timeline. From all the sci-fy novels you've read, you know how detrimental it is that you don't alter events. Guidance. Play hard to get. You smile at the two with shut eyes. "Of course." The butler returns your smile; you're screwed. Unequivocally screwed.

[words-writ-in-starlight]

42 on your Spotify playlist, Molly/Caleb if you think it fits them or another pairing of your choice if not.

Uh.  Remember that AU we were talking about awhile back.  Remember how I’m like halfway through “a ghost in my lungs” and kinda out for blood. 

I should NOT be allowed to write Caleb-centric fic at 2 AM anymore, huh?

Mirrors – Pvris

standing up rightabove me

Caleb does not remember how he got here—here, of all places, a sweet and handsome manor in the foothills,the mountains purple and magnificent above the forest to one side, the last redand orange leaves of fall like fire around him. It’s beautiful, picturesque, the very image of a wealthy family’s modestcountry retreat.

The doors, oak carved with a simple arabesque pattern drippingdown the frame like ivy, make sickness rise so hard and fast in Caleb’s gutthat he digs in his heels without a thought.

“Hit him,” a voice says, bored, and a kick out of nowheresends Caleb crashing to his knees.  Thecobbled path hurts, and he only realizes that his hands are chained behind him whenhe tries to catch himself and instead lands shoulder-first on the stone.  The gag between his teeth silences his yelpof pain, keeps him from biting into his tongue on impact.  He’s not sure if that’s a blessing or not.

Lying on the stone, he tries to remember what happened.

The fight—he remembers the fight, more of a good deed thananything else, when word came down of unsavory military recruitment tacticshappening in the rural townships south of Rexxentrum.  They’d spent three days asking questions andgetting basically nothing before their usual stupid luck had them blunderingstraight into trouble.

Real trouble.

Caleb remembers the wizard, with her two bodyguards and her coldblue eyes and her graceful dancer’s step. He remembers the way her voice sounded when she said, “Is that you, myfriend?”

And then he raised his hand, his fingers going black as hesummoned the fire that had always served him so loyally, and she said—

She said—

His hand burned and she opened her mouth and her throatworked and she said—

His memory goes black there, as swift and clean as if it wascut short with a blow of Yasha’s sword. All that remains is the crackle of fire, and the impression of heat onhis hands, and the bruises and cuts that he can feel, sprawled here on the stonepath.

One has the distinctive feel of frostbite, as if he’d beenstabbed with a shaft of ice through his right biceps.

Oh gods, Calebthinks, and retches helplessly.  Jester.

“You’re a disgrace, Widogast,” the voice says in disgustedZemnian.

“What did you do to me?” Caleb demands, lunging up—and beingkicked again, in the ribs this time, to drive him back to the ground.  “What–”

What did I do?

“Get him up,” Astrid orders, and Caleb is dragged ungentlyup to his feet, every muscle screaming in protest.  He doesn’t fight it as they drag him inside.  He’s too busy trying to catalogue the otherinjuries on his body.  That gash to histhigh—could that be from Yasha?  Thesplash-burn on his shoulder must be Eldritch Blast, from Fjord, and the achingbruise that throbs over his ribs in time to his heartbeat…Beau.  It has to be.

Please, gods, Archheart,if you ever gave a damn, let them be okay. Caleb has that gutted, scraped-thin feeling of having burned through alot of magic in a very short time.  Allof it, maybe.

All of it, at—who? His friends?

His family, again?

He comes back to himself when he’s more or less pushed down aflight of stairs into a familiar dungeon. It’s lit only by magical glowglasses, spaced between the cells down thecorridor.  They cannot account for thesmell of smoke.

“Put him with the quiet one,” Astrid says.  “We’re a bit crowded, but don’t worry, yourroommate is very…cooperative.”  Then shehesitates.  Astrid, of all people, whowas always so sure and confident.  Whotook Caleb’s mind from him with one word—whatwas the word—and didn’t think twice.

She walks up and rests a hand on his cheek, using her gripon his jaw to force him to meet her eyes. Caleb learned to do that here, meet eyes.  If he was going to be the pride of the Empire,Ikithon always said, Caleb had to look honest and reliable, diplomatic, and hecould just have dinner when he could look his teacher in the eye and askpolitely.

Astrid’s eyes are still blue and clear and cold, and she easesher grip on Caleb’s face a touch as he stares back at her.  She strokes his cheek, almost gentle.

“Don’t worry, Caleb,” she says, still in Zemnian.  “You’ll be with us again, just as soon as you’rebetter.  It’ll be okay.  We’re going to make it okay.”

Caleb is frozen for a long moment, half in terror and halfin shock.  He can’t even articulate itbecause—because he just wants her to stop touchinghim, to stop looking at him.  Whatever she did, to take him away fromhimself and drag him back here, it left a feeling of bone-deep contamination inits wake, as if every small crevice he’s eked out clean of Ikithon’s influencehas been dirtied all over again.

Then he hears Nott’s voice, all the way back when they firstmet, saying frankly, “Everyone thinks they’re real scary until they’ve got goblinteeth in their leg.”

Astrid runs her thumb over his chapped lower lip, idle andpossessive, and Caleb opens his mouth and bitesher as hard as he can.

It’s worth the beating, to spit her own blood back at her,and for a moment all he can think is that Molly would be proud of him.

“Widogast,” Astrid pants, clutching her freely bleeding handto her chest and looking down at him where he’s all but hanging by the armsfrom the grip of her two guards.  “I’vebeen waiting to have you back with us for twelve years, but I have to say I’mlooking forward to making you pay for running, first.  Throw him in the cell.  He’ll live.”

Being mandhandled into the cell hurts so much that Calebgoes away again, a little bit, in a much more familiar way than before.  He lands on the ground and drags in threeslow breaths, just like he was trained to, and then rolls onto his back to takestock.

He’s in rough shape, he decides.  He’ll live, certainly, but he won’t enjoy it muchin this state.  At least one rib isbroken.  He thinks his ankle might be aswell, but he’s having some numbness that should probably worry him even more.

Maybe, he thinks grimly, he could fracture that rib properlyand punch a hole in his own lung to suffocate quietly through, before she comesback.

Because, of course, he’s going to die here.  That was a given from the moment he saw thedoors again.  Even if the Nein decided tocome after him—and gods, why would they, he’s a monster, a rabid dogwho finally turned on them—they would doubtless scout it and conclude that ahalf-decent wizard with a cat and homicidal tendencies isn’t worth riskingtheir necks for.

That’s assuming they’re all still alive.

Gods, he wishes he had his cat with him.

Caleb doesn’t know how long he’s been lying there, when hefeels the hand on his shoulder—an exploratory sort of poke, as if seeing if he’sbitten the metaphorical big one since rolling over.  He raises a hand feebly, trying to say not dead yet without trying to actuallyspeak.  Speaking seems a bit outside his capabilitiesright now.

His cellmate—the ‘quiet one’, whatever that meant—clears theirthroat and says softly, “Wa-ter?”

They sound rough and ragged, like they’ve been silent a longtime, and they shape the word like someone learning a completely foreign tongue,hitting every consonant too hard and muddling the vowels.  

Caleb sits up so fast he feels something in his chest crunch,and narrowly misses crashing headfirst into a magnificently curled horn.

Kneeling over him is a tiefling with skin that shows lavenderand scarred in the dim light, loose shirt maybe white once.  The eyes throw the light back, reflecting redall around, without a trace of pupil, and the hand being held up as if to warnCaleb off has—oh, it has a tattoo, Caleb can see it curl around the wrist, asnake, and on the neck, peacock feathers and a hidden red eye.

“Mollymauk?” Caleb rasps.

He’s feeling a little hysterical.  Gods, maybe Caleb’s died already and this is his own personal chamber of the Nine Hells.  That sure would save everyone some trouble.

Mollymauk Tealeaf holds out a tin cup, and repeats, “Wa-ter?”

[actionjaxkol]

Sixth Crystal

The Crystal starts with frustrated growling, uncharacteristically heavy footfalls treading a line in the floor.

“I can’t breathe. I can’t sleep. I can’t eat. I don’t… know what’s wrong with me. I’ve been fine. I’ve been fine! I haven’t done anything wrong I –“

The sound of pacing, back and forth, back and forth, rapid, shallow breathing.

“Vyn and Gael say talking about this will help – like it’ll make me realize it sounds stupid or something but – but it’s not stupid. It’s – I’m stupid for thinking it can change.”

More pacing, punctuated by frustrated growls, unable to verbalize the storm in his head.

“I shouldn’t have taken the fucking sheet off the mirror.” Grunting, scraping of wood on wood, jostling as he wedges himself between the heavy dresser and the corner of the wall, hiding like a mouse in a hole. His breathing starts to slow in the safety of the tight space.

“I shouldn’t be here. There are so many layers as to why I shouldn’t be here. It’s illegal. It’s dangerous. If I’m caught – I don’t know. I’ll be killed or jailed or – I actually don’t care what happens to me if I’m caught. But what about Doc Bendon? What about Ash and Jiira? They took me in, they’re protecting me, and they can’t say they don’t know what I am. I mean they could. I hope they would. But Ash speaks Thalassian. Would they think that was a black mark?

I used to be so jealous of the others, of Kae, of Aida, for having that affection. That… protection, I guess. I wanted it so bad. I could feel the jagged edges of my soul – I mean, not… not literally. Maybe literally. I’m getting off – It hurt because I needed it. Like…  hunger. But in my chest.

Hunger is an old friend…

But… yeah. It was… the same feeling I got during the Festivals. The smells of the food, the happy people eating, the waste. The under appreciation of something so… precious. I would get so angry. Angry at the people for having what I couldn’t. Angry at the wind for teasing me with the scent. Angry at myself for not being able to just walk up and try to join. For resorting to stealing from trash cans.

Even when someone tried to invite me into it… I… I couldn’t. Those things aren’t… meant for things like me. They’re for people and I’m… Not a person. The longer I stay here, the more I… start to forget that. And that’s…. That’s dangerous. For everyone.”

Steady, shallow breathing.

“And it was the same feeling when I first got here. I was jealous. And I was… hurting. And I was hungry but in my heart. What is that feeling, there has to be a word for it… Lonely? Maybe lonely. I wanted what they had. But that’s not something you can steal from a trash can. And then… one day I slipped. And they let me. So… I tested it. I pushed it… And they allowed it. They let me in and… suddenly my chest didn’t hurt so much anymore. And those jagged edges were smoothed down. And all I wanted was to make them proud, and…

And it feels so good. And I don’t hate myself as much anymore. And… And then the other day we were outside Stormwind meeting another Sin’dorei and when she asked if I was their friend, they said I was ‘so much more’. And… and it makes me feel good. And strong. And like… I have a future. And for once I realized that I’m only eighteen, I have… I have so much life ahead of me. And for once I felt like I could live. I could see that horizon stretched out before me and it wasn’t scary at all. It was the edge of dawn breaking and… and everything has only just begun. And I felt alive.

And I was fine. No, I was better than fine. I was happy. And I went to bed happy. I let myself enjoy the feel of the bed instead of moving back to the floor like I said I would when I wasn’t as injured. And I took the sheet off of the mirror and spent a long time just looking at myself. I took the bracers off my arms, used the leftover poultice Jean had made me. I went to bed and felt that it was okay. It was like I’d been spending my whole life trying to walk through a poison fog and now… finally… it was starting to lift. I could smell fresh air and it was going to be alright. I had a future, a long one with opportunities. I was allowed to be happy.

I slept a few hours like that but then… this creeping dread came. Because I realized I was wrong.

Because I am not a person.

I look like one. I sound like one, I sometimes even act like one. But I know deep down there is something fundamentally flawed with me. My mother knew it, that’s why she was so eager to get rid of me. She hates me because she can smell it on me. Totegar knew it. I think even Vyn knows it, but he’s too… …nice… to let go of me. I am not a person, and whatever disease I have in me will taint everything and everyone around me. At best I’m a stray dog, but there’s a reason you don’t take in strays. We’re dirty, we infest the entire place with fleas, and – and you don’t know what sicknesses we could have. What if we bite? What if we go rabid? You don’t take in strays.

I think I know why this feels so wrong now. I keep wanting to run, but whenever I think of running I don’t… think of that spot in Eversong anymore where the roots of the trees make a burrow. I don’t think of the bushes that line the fountain that shade the noonday sun. I don’t think of the shop with that tailor who is slowly going blind, hiding in his rafters with stolen silk. Or the Tauren fur trader. I… I think of here. Right here, wedged in here safe. The only place that compares is Vyn’s apartment in Silvermoon and… …that’s off limits right now.

This place is starting to feel like home. And that’s terrifying, because… because any time I get too comfortable with something, something awful happens. I am a curse – a disease and I need to leave before someone gets hurt but I’m too afraid to leave.”

There’s a dull thump as he digs in his heels, pushing himself deeper into his corner.

 “I’m hungry but the thought of food turns my stomach. I want to get out of here but I can’t leave my room. I need to run but I just want to hide. I’m safe here. But I’m not safe to be here.

Talking was supposed to make me feel better. I don’t feel better.” A clatter as the box is shoved away, then long silence until the crystal times out.

[gothicfury]

for the weirdo in all of us.

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Lupus smirked as he saw her move throughout the sky, he wanted to join in the fun and transformed. He started breathing heavily and then knelt, his teeny hands started cracking as the flesh of his hands broke to make way for the enormous wolf hands, hair started to envelop his body and his backbone cracked to form a bigger cage, It ripped his flesh and he became a mixture of dark skin and hair, his ears became pointy and his nose became more pronounced as he started to resemble the face of a wolf, with gray hair on the side of his head, his dark eyes became a luminance of light blue. He growled then the muscles on his body hypertrophied, he ferociously ripped the remaining skin and It showed the wolf's Monstrous Body, Strong and unassailable.  He howled at the moon then ran fast... climbing houses, jumping on the roofs, then running on the street.

Strange Family Values. Episode 2 The Poison House By Gothicfury.

                                                    Dedicated To My Grandma.

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, events, and incidents are the products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental However Some characters is inspired/based on history, some events might have been drawn from a variety of sources but is mixed with fiction. The role played by the character in this narrative is entirely fictional. It contains fictionalized scenes, composite and representative characters and dialogue, and time compression. The views and opinions expressed in the story are those of the characters only and do not necessarily reflect or represent the views and opinions held by individuals on which those characters are based. Some are also FF. The insert song parts are not property of the author and are solely used just as an example. Warning: Strong Explicit Language Might be present. Violence and Gore Present.

Scene 1 *Insert spooky witch song here, for example; Seasons of the Witch – Donovan * Sullivan has unloaded several pieces of baggage from the black car,  He drove father's car, a 1935 black Buick, Most of the things were there, while we, rode in a 1960 Buick Le Sabre, It was the family car, and the whole family fits in it. It was a thing of beauty. Sullivan was pale and looked slightly dead than us, He had wild wind-swept hair and is very good-looking for someone who looks a bit grayish and white, He wore a white shirt with ruffles and a black vest as if he came from the Victorian era. I have a feeling that he is a zombie since sometimes he looks at our heads funny.

*Flash back to Sullivan wide-eyed looking at our heads funny, reaching out and wanting to grab what's inside, then we look back at him and he puts his hand back into place like nothing happened. We look at him awkwardly*. He is also very clumsy and walks funny.

But Sullivan has been good to us, he always follows and helps us when we need it, like that time when Lupus couldn't transform into a werewolf because he was stranded in a field of wolfsbane along with some very bad bullies who think of nothing better. Lupus started to itch and started feeling dizzy while the boys laughed at him. Lupus growled at them as they laughed... "Oh look it's a wolf boy! The wolf boys going to bite us hahaha!" The bully very pleased with himself laughed and looked at his friends as he pointed at Lupus.   "What's wrong wolf boy?, Not feeling too well?. Let's teach you a lesson!".  The leader of the bullies sneered, his eyes wrinkled and he stared menacingly at Lupus.  They cackled, as they started to kick and hit him. BAD idea. Very, very, very, very... bad idea indeed. They sky began to look of orange and purple. The sun was about to set. The boys continued to beat up Lupus. He wriggled of pain and most of all annoyance; he lay on the grass helpless and was pissed beyond belief as he tasted his own blood on his lips. Then Lupus howled so loud the boys said "Wtf?!, fucking weirdo!". Lupus howl rang throughout the sky, when the noise was gone they cried, "Whatever! let's kick him some more" but as soon as they said this, a tall dead like man appeared towering before them.

Sullivan bent down and looked at them one by one, slowly, with his pitch black eyes that were so deep it felt like it was going to suck their souls out. See Sullivan was very tall, to human eyes the color of his white grayish skin can be a bit daunting, He glared at them, there was no sound but they heard something scary like a gust of wind, That said “Mmmmmm.” /*insert scary gust of the wind here*/ which probably meant they are going to get eaten very soon. The boys felt fear trickle at the back of their necks, crawling its way to their spines. The first bully started to hold his friend's hands, grasping, checking if they were still there. Their hearts beat fast. Well, Sullivan did sort of look like a zombie. "z.....z...z....." the boy said, and then Sullivan muttered "boooooooh!" and at that moment opened his mouth to bite at the wind. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!" They screamed. They started or at least tried to run away, one of them tumbled and fell, and tried so hard to get up, and at that instant checked to look back if It was near, all while he was crying. and IT was. When Sullivan tried to take a step, “AAAaahhhhhhh!!!!” the boy ran and screamed some more. It was lovely. I wish I was there to see it. The great part, It wasn't really Sullivan who they should be scared of. When those bullies left, Lupus was already so weak from the beating and worst; the wolfsbane was poison to his open wounds, So Sullivan had to carry him and he quipped: "You shouldn't be playing in a field of wolfsbane Master." Then left the field of wolfsbane to go home. As soon as they were far away from the wolfsbane, Lupus wounds started to heal, the blood in his lacerations started to bond and soon enough, The cuts in his face, hands, and feet started closing.  The purple bruise in his eyes, slowly vanished, until it was only his own skin. The only thing left was the dirt and the dried blood left in his lips and as they were nearing our house, Lupus eyes opened, He glowered and at that instant his pupils turned yellow and suddenly, They were pitch black angry.

*Insert scary rock song here example Powerwolf – Lupus Dei* Those boys. Did not survive the night. And it was not Sullivan's fault. It did not involve kicking and hitting. But It did involve a very gruesome dinner. A lot of growling and snarling sounds from a big rabid possessed dog. with lots of blood splattering on the windows and the walls. And screaming, lots and lots of screaming. Till there was no more. *Insert scary sonata here, for example, Moonlight Sonata – Beethoven* And a boy's feet being dragged in the forest, with trails of blood on the ground. He was not found.

Of course, I knew this because when Sullivan came home with Lupus all bloodied up and dirty, Mother was not pleased, not pleased at all. We had to look at her cauldron to see what happened, Mother was Furious. Good thing Father was asleep. Mother was about to do something to punish those boys, but they were not lucky enough to receive mother's punishment because before she can walk out. Lupus Pissed, Fumed in his Demon voice. You know that voice that sounds like a demon is possessing you. That voice; “They're Mine!.” Growled, Transformed and wrecked the door as he ran pass through it. *Insert fun spooky song here example tainted love – Marilyn Manson*

We looked at each other awkwardly for a few seconds then Mother whined “My poor baby...”, Paused and continued. “Well, since that's all sorted out, Someone needs to fix the door, I am not in the mood for that. Sullivan, fix the door please.” and moved on with her life like nothing happened. *Insert fun spooky song here continue song example tainted love – Marilyn Manson* Scene 2 Speaking of Lupus, he was wide-eyed and fascinated with the House. "Whoa! we should definitely explore this house!" he remarked, Then he started to run wildly towards Mother and Father and into the house door, declared "Dibs on the bedroom!..." Then ran inside the house. As if Anybody cared. Wait, I do. Damnit!. I always declared the attic, as my room. I like high places. I like to look down at how small and petty people are from above the high bedroom window. They looked pathetic. Father while walking inside the Manor started talking about its history. I didn't  pay much attention to what he was saying, I wanted to look around and see if there is anything worth doing in this new house of ours. I started to feel the intricate design of our new fireplace, checking if there was any secret mechanism, contraption or locking device camouflaged so that they appear to be part of the fireplace, that might lead to a secret passage, checking the bookcase if it slides and leads into another room, checking the floors if there is any trap door. The house was intriguing. I would like to know It's secret. After all, we would be living here for a while or so, depending on how well we behave. "As it turns out this was a poison house!" I heard my father say as the word poison had caught my attention. *Insert song, for example, Yann tiersen - La valse des monstres.* The walls were covered in red wallpapers with black accents that cut midway where the dark wooden wall starts, as soon as you enter it, there was a giant hall, there were black and white marbled tiles as floors and there was a huge staircase that leads to the upper rooms, The ceilings were also rich in Renaissance paintings of Gods, Angels, Demons and other worldly creatures surrounded and structured by ivory carvings.

There were also arched doors that goes to the other rooms in the first floor, we had first headed to the massive living room, this is not new to me, I am just describing so that you would know.  It was one of the perks of this family. Father was a good business man, he had consumed in his time, a generous amount of Land, gold and stocks, that we are able to live comfortably. The living room had huge arched windows with beautiful hand made carvings of animals, gargoyle, fairies, wolves and other mystical creatures, even huge ornate statues of mermaids, as well as sumptuous silk green curtains and draperies. There were elegant dark green wallpapers with black Victorian Gothic style patterns that also cuts at the bottom half and it is where the dark wooden wall starts. There was an iron wrought chandelier, That shone brightly in the middle of the room, below it, was a huge dark red carpet and three black huge opulent soft sofas facing each other, Its black was the color similar to a dark night, It also had intricate patterns and dark wood to support it. Near the fireplace was two Blood Red leather Thrones, Its wooden carvings were of course of a vampire and the other one of a Siren. It smelled of old wood, new things and of lavender flowers from the vases.  Father has once again outdone himself.  But what I was excited to see most of all, was my room and the library. It was waiting for me, but I had to sit on the sofa first and bond with the family. Scene 3 The Poison House As we sat in our new living room father started to talk about the Poison House. "I believe that this was what they called the Poison house, in the 1820s a strange housewife lived here, said housewife had a devious habit of poisoning those that surrounded her. The first person she poisoned was her first husband and their children, after that she moved on to poison her father and mother-in-Law, then her father. Afterward, she poisoned her second husband and their children. In the end, she was married to a third husband and they had three children, she tried to poison him twice but survived and as he grew suspicious he took their three children away from her. And even though she had done those Awful, terrible things, she still had suitors because she had a very enviable dowry so people kept coming in hopes that the rumors were false, only to find out, it was, unnervingly true. She was, a horrifying woman indeed."

“In her trials when asked about the incidences, she admitted to what she did; All those horrible terrible things, all while she was giggling and laughing, pleased with what she had done. The people felt fear as they saw her laugh. Some people believe that the devil himself possessed her.” “Although I doubt that. I seriously think he has better things to do.” Father quipped. We snickered. Some people say that the ghost of that strange house wife and/or her victims still roam around the house waiting for its next victim or maybe even revenge." *Thunder and lightning * “What a nice weather” Mother spoke, She was looking out of the window. "Why is it a nice weather mother?" the twins asked. "Because when it rains and there is thunder and lightning, it keeps the family together". Mother happily replied. "That, and we can hug each other!", Then mother attacked the twins in their seat and tickled them to death. As the flames of our new fireplace lit our faces, Lupus and the twins were goggle-eyed, still taken with Fathers story telling. Then the twins both said, "We should find her." Next, they started to move and crawl-walk towards the staircases. “Careful Dearies, We don’t! want to dent, the new wooden staircases.” "Yes, Mum.” The twins eerily replied in unison, all while chuckling. "Well that's very well fine but I should go and take a rest now," Grandpa said. All while muttering “Very busy in the morning, things to blow up…” as he stood up. “Father?!” Our aunt exclaimed. “What?” Grandpa innocently attested, while he looked for an accomplice and blinked at Lupus and me. For a second she was gawking at grandpa then immediately glared at him as if warning him that he shouldn't do whatever it is that he is thinking or planning of doing.

"Oh calm yourself, Philomena! I am very much capable of controlling myself." Grandpa was a world war veteran, he would always tell us of tales when he used to blow up things using his cannon, pulverized and beat the enemies all by himself while his comrades cower and watched in awe of his blazing glory. But he always had a sad look on his face every time the story ended, and then he would smile at us with melancholy and say “Ah those days are gone.” But the truth is, It is far from gone, Grandpa fills his retirement time blowing up things in the backyard, occasionally Time traveling or just general chaos, and once in a while accidentally blowing up our neighbors' houses or making huge fireworks which coincidentally Grandpa, Lupus, the twins and I thoroughly enjoy. The look of shock on their charcoal covered faces when they come out of their houses while they cough and fan away the gray smoke and fumes, as they scream of horror when they see the remains of their house had already been extinguished by the explosion. It is,  irreplaceable. "Our house! Our house is Gone!" They grab their hair like they've completely lost their minds and scream some more. Those looks are priceless. Also, that is the cue that we should hide, next we would laugh so hard that our tummies would hurt. Family bonding time is irreplaceable. Lol.  Oh please! Don't feel sorry for them, they were pesky neighbors “C’mon now Anastasia, we should get to sleep for it’s a brand new morning tomorrow.” He looked at Grandma and beamed. "Yes, Love." Grandma approved. She stopped her sewing and said… “Good night Dearies.” She beckoned to us and then we smiled. We love our Grandma, she's just so kind to us, how can you not love a fluffy old woman. Lupus and I gave her a big hug. Now you have to understand we are not like this to anyone, we only do this to our grandparents because they are the best. She always gives us the best cookies, brownies, Milk and occasionally she bakes those candies for little children that for some reason went missing on Halloween. Those candies must be Magical. My mother always says "They went to some place special". We don't actually believe her.

What probably happens is that they get eaten. Don't worry, they only eat the bullies, the bad kind; especially the fat cruel ones. I overheard them talking once, that they tasted very sweet but they only eat them on Halloween. So, No worries, Father is the only one who eats humans every day. Back when I didn't understand why, I asked my Father once, why he ate humans.  He warmly replied “To keep my skin warm child, so I could hug you and your brother tight”. Then he held our cheeks and voila! It did make him warm. Father eats everyone. Not just the cruel ones. Its family tradition you have to understand. Don’t worry we have limitations. Not too much as Aunt Philomena had said, else the town people would Hunt us down. "Where are the twins? I would like to say goodnight to them". Grandma asked Grandpa while they are ascending the stairs. "They are upstairs, we will say goodnight to them there". Grandpa held grandma's arm as they walked, A sign of love and a true gentleman. Soon as Grandma and Grandpa went to bed, Mum wanted to do something special and was about to tell us. "Well, what do you think kids?". She put both her hands on her teeny tiny waist. “It’s a great house mum…” But the doorbell rung. “Who could it be? at this hour of the night?”. Mother looked outside curious. “A meal?” father said-asked while father looked at all of us. Lupus and I snickered and laughed. Mom smiled as well. Aunt Philomena looked at us funny. She squinted her eyes and scanned us for a few seconds. We stopped laughing. “Sullivan fetch the door please”. A human rosy-cheeked from the cold, blonde hair and average looking, was completely drenched from the rain, was waiting at the door. "H-hello Mons.." She had a long pause of horror when she saw Sullivan, she blinked to get herself together, then continued, "Monsieur" unsure of what to say, "I am here for the job christening. I mean listing. Job listing" She stammered out of sheer shock.

Sullivan was confused for a few seconds, he was expressionless but was a little pained at how rude the woman is, so he moved his head from side to side  as a sign of disapproval but subsequently continued to lead the stranger to the living room. “Madame this woman  claims she is here for the job listing?” Sullivan inquired. "I don't remember a job listing, did you post a job offer, dear?". Mother asked Father. Father was busy with writing something. "I don't know? I did not.?" “How about you Philomena?” Father inquired. Aunt Philomena was Curious and questioned the stranger nicely, "What job are you here for deary?". “For a maid service Madame”, The stranger responded. “Well you know, we do need some help with the house chores.” Aunt Philomena hilariously asking for approval from everyone. “Well, we have Sullivan for that,” Mother stated. “I mean someone who actually can do chores and cook and clean.” Aunt Philomena insisted. “We don't need that we eat hu...” "HYUMUBERGERS!" Aunt Philomena swiftly responded. She was bug-eyed while quickly stopping father before he could finish his sentence. “I Mean hamburgers. We eat out a lot”. Aunt Philomena explained with relief. Lupus and I smirked, giggled and looked at each other. “Ah, I see, I'm a, very good at Cooking, cleaning washing clothes.” The stranger pleadingly tried to convince us that she was worth the money. “We don't need that we have Ma...” Mother carelessly replied, but before she can finish Aunt Philomena talked over her as well. “Majorly overpriced washing machine!.”

"Yes, we have a big one!" The girl was suddenly puzzled. Aunt Philomena seeing a chance of a normal house and less magic,  since there is an actual human around, explained why there is a need for a help. Eventually, Mother and Father agreed. "Okay since all that is done with". Mother beckoned to Sullivan, "Sullivan?, bring this poor girl in the Maids quarter and provide her a change of clothes. Please. She's very bright." meaning Mother was in horror of how white her clothes were And how pink and supple her skin was. "Yes, Madame," Sullivan answered. As soon as she was gone. Aunt Philomena asked “Please don't eat her. Please. Please! Please! don't eat her.” “Don't worry Philomena, we shan't eat the people living in this house.” Mother befuddled and irritated asked, "Why all of a sudden fancy this human Philomena?" They looked at each other and then there was a pause. Mothers eyes squint at Aunt Philomena then suddenly her eyes widened as she gasped. "Is it because you like her?" Mother excitedly and suspiciously asked. “What?!” Aunt Philomena confused then suddenly knew where this was going. “Is it because you're gay. Philomena. Are you?”. Then she held Philomena's hand and had a dramatic look on her face. “Because if you are, you can always tell your sister.” “No. Heavens No!” Aunt Philomena defended “Not that there is anything wrong with that. But No.” Aunt Philomena's brow furrowed as she was vexed. “Oh.” Mother uttered, Unsatisfied as she sneered at Aunt Philomena. "Great, we can't do anything normal now". I grumbled. I rolled my eyes and shook my head from side to side as a sign of disapproval and walked out to go to my room. “I'll be in my room.”

“Good night children”. Mother and father said. Lupus also walked to his bedroom. Father used to sleep in the morning since he cannot go out during daylight, but ever since the invention of sunblock and a little dust of Mothers magic, he was finally able to go out late afternoon when the sun is not too bright and when the clouds have covered the sky. So he hunts for a few hours at night and goes to bed with Mother after, then wakes in the late afternoon, but he got really sneaky in the previous houses and always chose cloudy areas, I imagined him in Alaska, He would probably be a King there. Now that you think about it, we might have the same kind there. Hmm. What a strange thought.

Scene 4 Morning came. The light from My lancet windows in the attic shone on my face. I forgot to close the curtains last night. My bedroom was huge. It had matte black walls and father had the book cases installed on the wall. At the top, there was an arch and ornate carvings of cherubs and demons, witches, wizards, vampires and mermaids and some ethereal creatures I don't know about. The book shelves had a wine colored background, which tons of my books and potions covered. It was in front of my bed. There were glass like scones as well as wrought iron lamps and a black chandelier to light the room at night. There was a huge white door connecting to my bathroom. A black table and a chair for writing,  a long black sofa and a glass side table with candles, a potion and an Athame. Black and white curtains with Victorian Gothic Style patterns to add some color. My bed was simple. It has a white bed sheet with black blankets, and my old pillows that had a white Betelgeuse and Edward Scissorhands pattern which I love so much, and a matte black wooden foundation to support it. There was a closet on the right and a black chest at the foot of my bed. On the left, there were two lancet windows which explains my high ceiling and in the middle of the wall, there was one huge window with black cushions and pillows. It was covered in elegant black silk curtains. It was nice. It'll probably grow on me but I still hold something dear for my old room. I miss it.

Anyways before I trail off.  The Doorbell Rang. And three very loud knocks from our Vintage Gothic Devil head Door knocker. It was loud. It was a demon holding the knocker on its mouth. By the way, our door was arched and was similar to a fairy door, or a pirates door it's made of wood and well wha' daya' know?, It's black. Well, gray-black to be exact. It was Huge and scary. Which is why it's suspicious if there are neighbors. “Great...” I muttered to my self and then opened the door of my bedroom and I bellowed “nosy neighbors!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” The two nosy neighbors overheard while looking at the door scope and looked at each other funny and mumbled, "how rude?" Mother was woken from her Beauty rest. “What! What? What is happening?!” She sat up on the bed, still wearing her Eye mask, and was graveled beyond belief. Then Sullivan Opened the door. The Neighbors had their big plastic smiles on but was bewildered as soon as they saw Sullivan. Their eyes grew wide and their faces and smiles became distorted, but they tried very hard to hide the fear. Rude. “How may I help you?”. Sullivan asked. Narrator: Earlier these rotten people were spying through their telescope on the newly moved in family. Matilda: By the way, the narrator and I will try to tell this story together because it's way too long for me. Right narrator? Narrator: Yes, Miss. "Hmm. They look weird." The Rotten Human Old Housewife vented. Her name was Michelle. “Ew. They look dead.” A man named Cornell with brown hair ripped. "Ah yes we, would like to reach out our welcome to the new neighbors." They reached out to give a basket of Cinnabon's with their fake smiles plastered across their faces.

“Nyes. I can see. The masters will receive your kindly greetings. For now, accept our deepest gratitude.” Sullivan nodded his head at them as if to bid goodbye, "Sir. Madame." Then Shut the door at their faces. I laughed while spying through the lancet window. They were not pleased. They looked at each other and grumbled words out of their indignation,  as they left the house with disgust. Whatever, I'm sure they'll be back. Come afternoon I looked at the mirror beside my closet, It was in front of my table and didn't feel like wearing my pigtail hair. I change hair a lot because it was easy for us. But I had a default hair, It was like my mother, It was long black and curly on the ends and had a red ribbon on the top, I use it for formal events, but today I felt like wearing my hair down, straight and with silver white ends.  All I had to do was light a candle, pick up that blue bottle of potion that smelled like cherry blossoms by the way, put a little in my hand, put a cut out of what I want my hair or eyes to look like, like a picture from a magazine, put a little offering like a fruit or a flower then put my hands over the candle, look in the mirror and then say a prayer/a chant/ a spell as you humans say. I don't always have to do that all the time. Potions and Rituals are done only for the first spell of any spell, but once you have done the first spell, It leaves a magical imprint or DNA in your body. Imagine the words floating in light and sinking beneath your skin, then you can call to the spell anytime you want. But of course, If you did the rituals and you had potions, the spell will be more exact, It will last longer. You can also use a wand or a stick to call out a spell. Some people like my mother or any elder beings have collected enough magic in their body that it surrounds them, that spells don't need words, sometimes you just need think, wave your hands and call it in your mind, but again if you do the rituals, the powers that be would understand better. It's like talking to a friend, If you want something, you have to “tell” your friend or sometimes even act it out so that he or she would understand, and if you know each other well enough or for a long time, you need look and you guys already understand. Understand?. You can even call demons, angels, or other worldly beings for a certain spell, but that's for Elder beings. There's Dark and white magic. Usually, there's a school that teaches that. But for us, It was handed down to us, were a bit trouble you see. Deep inside I want to go to that school It be fun to make wizard friends, I always Imagine it, but I just end up meeting assholes, plus I just don't have the personality, I'm not exactly a conversation starter.

*insert song here for ex. Marilyn Manson – Nobodies.* Anyways, I like doing the spells and rituals it's more fun. Plus it makes me remember. "Atua me fefine. Whakarongo ki taku inoi. a kia rite ki runga ake na raro . huringa o kanohi . huringa o te makawe . i roto i tau i pai ai . pera kia waiho . pera kia waiho .”

Touching my eyes and brushing through my hair. And voila! New hair. I came down and everyone was having pretend brunch  in the Dining room. I saw "what was your name again?" I asked her. “Nancy, little miss. You go on and have brunch with your family, I cooked delicious food. You look different?” “I colored my hair last night.” I smiled. Then I saw everyone sitting in the dining room. Father was reading the newspaper while Mother was fidgeting with her makeup. Mother can eat Humans and can still eat Human Food but she is on a diet, as far as I know, she is still partly human. My Grandpas and Grandmas are not human at all. They used to be. They pretended to be. They had their time, and now they just want to be grandparents. They only eat normal food now. Once you stop eating humans the aging process begins, afterwards, eventually death will come, that's what Mother said. You don't have to eat them all the time. Once a year would be fine.

There would also be other alternatives, like spells. But Blood is powerful; It binds us, Fills us, and there is a certain Magic in it because it is where life lies, It is the offering that the Gods accept. Father is definitely not human anymore. He definitely doesn't drink blood once a year, But Mother did use a spell to contain him a bit, you know, to lessen the thirst. Aunt Philomena was eating what seems to be a steak and enjoyed it thoroughly. She is the most human in all of us. A little. Well not really, she just pretends to be. I haven't seen her do something crazy. I'm saying this so you will understand why Lupus and I can still eat cereal, we are still partly human. Lupus was eating cereal while Grandpa and Grandma were eating Grandmas biscuits and milk. Sullivan was the only one who seemed to like the food. We ask him to sit with us since it's boring if it is just us. There are plenty of seats on the table. I sat down, waited for compliments but it never happened. I looked at Nancy. "Why don't you sit down Nancy? Eat with us?" I smirked and everyone looked at me like I was insane, obviously, They were all waiting for her to leave. "Uh, I couldn't possibly miss." “Wow, what year is this? Besides, Why not? Sullivan is sitting with us.” Sullivan was eating a mouthful, eating what was fresh meat concealed in leafy greens. Then everyone looked at Sullivan. “Should I get Up miss?” Sullivan asked me. “No. Your family idiot!” I retorted, my eyes widened and I wanted to burst out of laughter because Sullivan's face was filled with blood like gravy then I looked at Nancy “Sit down Nancy.” Nancy looked at everyone. Waiting. Father was sitting in the master's chair of the dining table while  mother was sitting next to him, and next to Caedmon and Waldron in their baby chairs. Aunt Philomena sat right across mother. "Sit!" I beckoned. Then she sat down with this awkward look on her face. Next to Aunt Philomena.

“There you go.” I smiled deviously. “Lupus, pass me the cereal.” “Here you go.” Lupus cleverly placed some of the cereal in the spoon, bent it with his fore finger and threw it at me like a catapult. Fortunately, I managed to stop the time for a few seconds and placed it down my bowl like it fell there. Time ran again. “Thank you so much!”. I glowered at him menacingly, gritted my teeth and my eyes turned pitch black even the white was gone. He did the same thing and we did this for a few seconds. "Children!" Aunt Philomena said.  "We mustn't fight at the dinner table." Good thing Nancy wasn't looking, she was preoccupied with the food and just looking at it. I noticed she was not eating though. "Go eat Nancy." And she started eating but for some reason, she tried to eat in small portions and gave this horribly fake smile. As the food fell right across her mouth. As I was used to weird, I didn't give much fuss about it and thought she was just also... weird. “Sullivan?” asked father. "Yes, Sir?" Sullivan replied. “What was that Infernal banging earlier?” "It was. How would you say? Nosy Neighbors, Sir." Sullivan reiterated. "Ah, I see".  Father  replied while he was reading the newspaper. “They provided a basket of cookies for us Sir and I informed them you shall be receiving said gifts and expressed our deepest gratitude.” "Really?" Aunt Philomena happily inquired "where are those gifts, Sullivan." "It's in the trash bin." Mother sarcastically expressed, making fun of Aunt Philomena.

"Deidra Morgana Strange.!" Aunt Philomena huffed with her teeth together, she started to fake smile and tilted her head towards Nancy, As if to show mother that someone else was in the Dining table. "Oh hush now. Nancy doesn't care. She won't tell on us. Right, Nancy?" “Of course  Madame. I wouldn't tell a soul.” “See.” Mothers hands opened her palm and pointed to Nancy and Aunt Philomena. To prove her point. “Trust No One.” “I think that's unfair Deidra?” “Morgana, call me Morgana. Philomena how many times must I tell you Deidra is so depressing.” “Those nice people probably just wanted to share those nice cookies with us and you shut them out.” They looked at each other for a long time, and then Mother looked at father, and Father Just smiled at mother, Avoiding their conversation. "Fine. Sullivan bring them some basket of I don't know, something in the kitchen." Mother lamented. “I don't think that's enough. Sullivan if you may excuse me, was very rude to them at your command. We should do something more". "Why not hold a house warming party Madame?" Nancy suggested with her attitude changing from awkward to overjoyed. Aunt Philomena's eyes widened and she was in high spirits. “Why that's a great idea!”. Aunt Philomena definitely is in love with humans. "Fine". Mother said. "Let's prepare for a dinner for said guests". while Mother held smiled sarcastically at Aunt Philomena. "You should all eat my cookies for dessert," Grandma expressed. "Okay Grandma," said Lupus.

So we did. If there is one thing that you would do, It's to follow grandmas advice or orders. It has saved us multiple times. "It's very nice Mother." Father expressed to Grandma. “Thank you”. Grandma Smiled. Change of Scene I will now hand you to the narrator. Coz' I've got things to do, you know and places to be. I'll check back on you from time to time. Okay, go ahead Narrator. "Thanks, Miss." Meanwhile in the neighbors House. Cornell was spying at the new neighbors using his telescope. "What a bunch of awful, repugnant looking creatures.?" "Ugh. I agree they look so weird and unnatural." she was also peaking behind the window blinds. The man moved towards his chair and sat down, their house was average looking with an average sized red chair in front of the fire place, just a few steps opposite the window. "Eh. well, nothing new here Mystik Kyster. There is always something". The woman slightly agreed and said "Still, we need to keep eye on them, looks like a trouble some bunch”. Scene 4 *insert rock song intro here for ex. intro the beautiful people - Marilyn Manson* Meanwhile at the Manor. Evening time. Morgana, Philomena, Grandma, and Nancy were at the living room. Morgana was standing next to the window and looking out, Philomena was sitting down on the sofa and Grandma was sitting on the red chair occasionally looking at the fire place while knitting. "We should prepare for the party now.”  Morgana was about to wave her hand when Philomena grabbed her hand and stopped her. "Nancy," Philomena said, "best to cook something for the guest?".

Nancy's eyes widened with Joy. "With Pleasure!" Nancy fidgeted with her dress and ran off oddly in the kitchen while everyone looked at her leave the room, but before she reached the kitchen door she stopped. "But won't the food spoil ma'am? It's way too early if were to have a party tomorrow.?" "Oh, you're absolutely right!. why don't you go rest early, so you can wake up and prepare early tomorrow morning?." Nancy's eyes glistened, "Your right Madame, your absolutely right." She excitedly replied, as if she was going to drool of excitement. She hurriedly went upstairs and the family heard her close her room shut. Everyone looked at each other because of how weird that was, but also relieved that she left. "I shall be making my cookies”. Grandma stated. "That's very well mother. Thank you so much for your care." and with that Grandma went off to her bedroom. Morgana waved her hand and time seemed to stop. Morgana whispered "Binecuvântează-ne cu mâncare” *Insert spooky song here for example. Tchaikovsky – Dance of the sugarplum fairy.* Suddenly there was a commotion in the kitchen. The pots and the pans were moving on its own. The ingredients started walking to the pot and the pan and started cooking. The chicken laid on the plate and the bottle of salt and the pepper was dancing in the air to give it flavor, the butter went on top and it flew inside the oven. The flour mixed with the egg and the milk in a bowl, It then floated to pour itself into a pan to continuously cook mountains of pancakes and when it was finished blueberries and strawberries sat on the pancakes and the syrup floated and poured itself over the pancakes. Watermelon and strawberries went inside the blender, while milk and sugar joined them. It covered itself and proceeded to make shakes.  There was food flying everywhere, It was like they were having a congregation about a single purpose, which was, making a banquet. Before you know it, there were cupcakes, pancakes a chocolate fountain and sushi come morning. The decorations where the best part, the paper, scissors, and tapes were having a meeting and they discussed what the theme will be and once they were done they all started moving together to make wonderful hanging decorations they wrapped themselves in the lights on the wall and even on the table.

The candles started to walk in the candelabra in the middle of the dining table, the food also started to line up. Fireflies also started to line up on the ceiling forming tiny light like stars after they were done, Millions of spiders went to our living room to knit white sheer curtains that were finished in just a few minutes. It hung on the ceiling and the walls. The fireflies became little tiny lights,  as their light passed through the curtains.  The decorations were elegant. When everything was done the spiders left and the candles lit up. the sky turned purple and the sun started to rise. Morgana had woken up early to check if everything was in its place. "Dining room check,  juices, food, black balloons, yes everything is here. hah, I'm good!" By this time Nancy went out of her room excitedly to start making preparations but her jaw dropped when she saw the decorations in the hall. Morgana liked to play around. poor soul. She decided to pick on Nancy. "Nancy! you woke very late!. look I have everything done already?" "I'm so sorry Madame? But how..." before Nancy can finish since Morgana didn't want any interrogation, she just told her some of them was delivered. “I'm just kidding Nancy, some of them were just delivered.” "But you know what, I can use a little bit of soup and sauce can you do that please?" Nancy was again ecstatic, “Yes Madam.” Grandma was on her way down to the stairs with a smile and said: "Look I am also done with my cookies?" "Ah, Mother, May the Gods bless you. See Nancy, even mother is already done. Go now, and make haste!" Mother humorously chimed. "Yes, madame!" Nancy worriedly replied.   Morgana looked at everything and whispered "Tibi gratias ago deorum."

Matilda: Spells have different languages. After all, magic comes from everywhere. Did I mention Mother is Half Japanese. Yes, Mother has Asian descent which means Grandma is Japanese and Grandpa is definitely American. That spell wasn't Japanese but the food is. Ooh, that sushi looks good! I'll leave you to the Narrator. Coz' I am gonna eat. *insert rap song here, for example, Bling Bling – Jungle pussy* Nancy crazily stirs the pot and pours a bottle of something white excitedly at the soup. She was bug-eyed and was biting her lips feeling elated. And then she put the vial inside her pocket but out of excitement, instead of getting inside the pocket it fell on the floor. It rolled on the floor, stopping in front of two big feet And gray hands picked it up. Sullivan looked at it for a few seconds, and her eyes widened in horror, " Sullivan, walked towards her , her heart started to beat fast, then he walked past her,  then her heart was beating faster and faster, then Sullivan raised his arms and placed the vial on the shelf. She looked at him mortified. Then Sullivan said, " Best place the seasonings on the shelves so it will not fall." Then she was galvanized, the door that opened and closed made a startling sound. The twins entered the kitchen, they were running around after each other, throwing things that they can find at each other. Then she smiled of relief. “Are you all right Miss?” Caedmon asked. “of course, of course.” Nancy replied. Sullivan now had a condescending look. "Best put the soup now outside, before it gets cold." “Oh yah, yes, I will.” She transferred some of the soup in a smaller pot while looking at the vial on the shelf, waiting for Sullivan to leave, but Sullivan just looked at her, studying her, so she had no choice but to bring the soup outside.”I'm going to bring the soup out now.” Sullivan gave a cheesy smile at her, it was a very scary smile. So she smiled back incredulously. Then shaking her head to forget what she saw. Nancy emerged from the kitchen holding a pot of soup while announcing "Soup is Do...Done."

At first, Nancy was super excited to show off her soup but got astounded, when she saw all the food in the Dining room. It seemed like it doubled while she was cooking. She was still a bit skeptical that it all happened in one night. “Oh! Hey, Just in time, I'm sure the guest will love your soup." Aunt Philomena cheered. Everyone looked at each other including Matilda and Lupus who was already busy eating some of the meals. "Well, best be making some dessert Nancy?." Morgana Said. "Of course Madame."  Nancy was about to go back to leave the room when she asked. "It all happened so quickly. How about all these decorations?". Morgana's eyes widened then flickered for a few seconds, which was a sign that she was growing impatient, so she looked back at Nancy and smiled smugly. Morgana raised her hand just across from Nancy's face and started Hypnotizing her. Morgana's hand opened and closed like she was magnetizing Nancy, while she said "Dormiți și ascultați..." Philomena was out to stop her but Morgana quickly hypnotized Philomena and made her sleep "Somno." Morgana commanded. Philomena was standing and went to sleep and subsequently  Morgana averted her attention back to Nancy. "When you awake, You will not be asking any more silly questions, You will not be noticing anything extraordinary and you will go on with your day as if everything is normal, Until such a time that I release you from this spell. Do you understand Nancy?". Nancy Groggily replied "Yuu uu HHS." Everyone snickered coz' Nancy looked silly when her right eye was half closed. "Very Good.” Morgana ordered. “Both of you.” "Expergisci." Morgana ended the spell. Morgana and Philomena looked at each other and Philomena opened her mouth with disbelief and crossed both her hands over her chest to show  How enraged she was, She sneered at Morgana as she left the room while Nancy followed.

"Now. Time to deliver those invitations." Morgana was looking at Matilda and smiling. The twins joined Lupus and Matilda to eat, Matilda was gobbling up all the Sushi and Lupus was eating the meat and the twins started to devour the pancakes, but even though they ate a lot of food, all the food that they have been eating are magically reappearing. "Oh Mum this is so good, You did a good job!" Lupus said. while the twins Hauntingly said "Good job mum!" Matilda was gobbling sushi when she saw her mother smiling at her. "Oh no!" Matilda's eyes widened and was violently refusing because she knew she was about to be given a task. "No, No, No, No! Noh No Nooooooooooooooo!". Morgana continued to smile. "Sullivan!". "Yes, Madame?" Sullivan suddenly appeared. "Help Matilda deliver the invitation. Make sure she finishes all, of it.” "Why cant you just do it or Lupus, or Sullivan?" Matilda complained. "What? Noh!. I'm a werewolf I'll probably end up eating the invitation." Lupus rebuffed. Matilda was looking at everyone, Outraged. "There are far too many houses, You know how Sullivan is,  let's not forget the fact that if someone sees him they will die of fear. Better he follows you in the shadow." “Hmm” Sullivan reacted. "No offense Sullivan." Morgana reckoned. “Meh”. Sullivan shrugged his shoulder “It may end up in the wrong place. Flying and Teleporting things to places you haven't seen before, takes up a lot of time and is unreliable, those invitations might end up in the wrong place because of how vague it is. Plus you have wings you can do it faster than any of us, You can't expect me or your father to fly, well, we're your parents, you're supposed to do things for us, so do it. Now!, while the sky is purple!”

“Can't you just email everyone? Or send a text message or I don't know.” Matilda Countered. "First I don't know their emails, second it is magically possible but nobody checks their emails and it will be suspicious if I knew all our neighbor's phone numbers, next thing you know it will escalate to a goddamn witch-hunt! Now move your ass!" “Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooh!” Matilda revolted.

Scene 5

Footsteps on the stairs, she opened the latch and saw the dark night sky she walked towards the edge and stood there. There were two gargoyles guarding the roof.

“Mother!”

“start singing...”

Morgana opened the big arched window and the wind blew in the silk curtains, the twins covered their faces from the wind. Sullivan was carrying the invitation in front of the porch while Lupus went out and stared at the window.

Morgana Blew something glittering from her hand like small orbs of light. and it started dancing in the wind as she sang.

Morgana has a siren's voice it was a gift or rather an exchange for something. But that is for another story.

“The hills are silent... sleep my loves... Lullaby and slumber tight...

Say goodnight... For no one will wake you... tonight.

Lullaby... Say goodnight... Sleep tight... Awake tomorrow... At sunrise... Lalala Lalala Lalala Lalala"

A gust of wind carrying dots of glowing glitters spread around town entering houses without permission. Passing through their nose, sticking to their eyes and invading their skin. The glitters were not seen and were not visible to human eyes. Everyone fell asleep, while they were in bed, while they were doing their daily chores while watching TV and while they were eating, some of them slammed their heads on their dishes and even slept on their food.

*insert rock song here, for example, Marilyn Manson sweet dreams*

And with that, Two pairs of black wings spread. It was majestic and dark. It did not magically appear, it appeared slowly like it was always there, hidden behind the dark ink under her skin. Hiding behind her shirt, she jumped in free fall and then spread her wings again to fly really, really high, flying in circles, until she soared above the clouds. She hovered for a few seconds and marveled at the light of the moon and the stars at the night sky. She closed her eyes and savored the moonlight as it touched her skin. Slowly she opened her eyes and she swam through the air, moved upwards the moon and then dived at the clouds below towards the houses. The wind rushing through her face, she was smiling.

Lupus smirked as he saw her move throughout the sky, he wanted to join in the fun and transformed. He started breathing heavily and then knelt, his teeny hands started cracking as the flesh of his hands broke to make way for the enormous wolf hands, hair started to envelop his body and his backbone cracked to form a bigger cage, It ripped his flesh and he became a mixture of dark skin and hair, his ears became pointy and his nose became more pronounced as he started to resemble the face of a wolf, with gray hair on the side of his head, his dark eyes became a luminance of light blue. He growled then the muscles on his body hypertrophied, he ferociously ripped the remaining skin and It showed the wolf's Monstrous Body, Strong and unassailable.  He howled at the moon then ran fast... climbing houses, jumping on the roofs, then running on the street.

Once he had his fun, The big black wolf slowly walked on the streets to check if everyone in their houses was asleep. He paused at one house for a few seconds and snarled but he heard Sullivan saying, "Hmm?" a perplexed Sullivan riding his red scooter was a little bit behind and was silently making his rounds. Lupus interest changed to making fun of Sullivan, so he tilted his head to the side like a puppy then gnarled his face and snarled at Sullivan. Sullivan muddled, uttered "Master?"... The wolf grinned and then bolted as fast as he could towards Sullivan, and Sullivan's eyes widened as Lupus was big and heavy, he thought Lupus was going to crash to his newly polished scooter, so he closed his eyes, hugged his scooter and prepared for the worst, but Lupus ran past him,  he was thrown off a bit, moving in circles and was disoriented for a few seconds because of Lupus's Impact but he opened one of his eyes to check if he was okay or the scooter, and thankfully both him and the scooter were both in one piece, so he cried “Thank goodness and hugged his scooter.” but his face contorted, as he was worried, when he realized he was supposed to guard Matilda and seemed to have lost her and now he had to find Lupus as well. “Master”?! “Master?! Don't get too far?!” He exclaimed, But it was too late since he could not find Lupus. Sullivan just rolled his eyes and continued to check if the invitations were sent and he made sure everything was appropriately placed. Pulling out a note from his shirt and checking a list. She flew past each house; "Invitations, Invitations for everyone!" she was irked while she threw the invitations carelessly, and it fell on the porches and in the yard and the garden, and her mother was exasperated for a few seconds, seeing what was happening from afar, but with a flick of a finger it magically went inside their doors. If you are wondering why she had not done this in the first place,  It's because It had to be in the exact place, like what Morgana explained earlier, they would have to have a visual, and knowledge about a certain place, before you can teleport there or teleport things there, but it also depends on the situation and she was also teaching Matilda a lesson about hard work or some shit. And with her task done Matilda flew home, while Lupus climbed at their house and howled some more, then came Sullivan who was a little bit slower, He checked everything first, silently, and went home. He also stopped at another house, he looked at the doorway for a few seconds and was puzzled, but he heard His Master call him already. “ Sullivan!”. They were still a few blocks far from each other but, they can hear each other. “Coming Sir!”

Scene 6 The Party. Earlier. Someone was looking out the window, when Matilda passed by and another one in another house picked up the envelope. People started arriving at the party, Some of them arrived for the food, some of them arrived just to snoop, some of them are simply there because they are polite, some of them were forced by their families and some of them went there for the simple reason of nit picking only to find out that they, cannot. Some were simply innocently curious about what was inside the weird looking manor. "My, what a big house." looking at the ceiling and amazed by the size of the hall, the woman said to herself. She was a normal average looking woman with brown hair. Philomena was waiting at the door and welcoming the strangers. "Thank you all for coming. Please come in." Philomena points at the directions of the living room which was just across the Dining room. Nancy was also waiting for their bags and was making an awkward bow, every time people would come in and she would give the directions to the Dining room. This woman came with a man, with ashy blonde hair and mustache with an annoying face including what appears to be seventies fashion. A brown parka, checkered polo shirt, and brown pants. He was taking off his parka when he looked at his right and was startled to see who was taking it. "Geezus!" he exclaimed, at the time he saw Sullivan. But Sullivan had zero fucks to give and just motioned for his coat, They were the weird couple that visited earlier. Philomena apologized to the couple. "Our servant Sullivan was not properly briefed and was feeling a little bit ill. “I apologize Madam”, Sullivan said to the couples, then proceeded to hang their coats. The two couple proudly accepted the apology and schooled Philomena about it. One of the families wore an ensemble of mostly pink. Almost all of them had platinum blonde hair, the Mom looked like a Sexy Avon lady, Her skin was glowing, She had two daughters, One was wearing a tight fitting dress, an adolescent with platinum blonde hair with curls at the end  and was busy texting on her smart phone and did not mind what was going on, she fake smiled for a few seconds to look at Philomena and continued with what she was doing. Her younger sister maybe aged about 5, had a bun and was wearing a light tight pink shirt and a pink tutu skirt, with light pink stockings. The father was wearing a very pale pink formal polo shirt folded up to his elbows and white pants and white Gucci shoes. They were the Drummonds. "Geesh," Matilda thought to herself, "I thought we were weird."

The children were observing the guest, They were on the interior balcony at the second floor, the twins were looking at the gap of the wooden railings on the second floor. Lupus was first leaning his hand on the railing then got bored and then sat back on a black sofa, Matilda was leaning her hands on the railings observing her new neighbors. "Will we eat them, Matilda?. Waldron asked while Caedmon giggled, "shh" Matilda sat down with them and motioned them to be quiet. "No, Silly, You'll get a big belly if you eat all of them." Matilda showed a broad dark scary smile at them and they giggled back. The next three families that came were average looking, there were hippie families, skater families, and families that looked like they just came out from a rock concert. The next family was wearing all Green, they were wearing modern clothes. Matilda began to think if there was a dress code and had a confused look on her face. This time the Mom had a long blonde hair, She was wearing a Forest Green dress with gold accents, expensive emerald earrings, and gold jewelry. The father had a long straight blonde hair, he was wearing a viridian green suit jacket, vest, a white formal polo shirt inside, dark moss pants and formal black shoes. He was very well dressed and handsome they were with a teenage boy with long blonde hair who was wearing a light green formal polo shirt, and an elder sister, an adolescent, She had straight brown hair and a sheer flowy green dress and a younger daughter aged six of five as well or maybe four she had a tiny face and a tiny body, with curly blonde hair wearing a nice light green dress with buttons. For some reason, they had pointy ears. They were the Maurelles. The next family was different as well, They mostly wore black. Matilda began to think that they will fit right in this community. Which was really weird since she had never had a thought like this before. The father had silver white hair, which reached up to his lower back, he was wearing a nice suit, his eyes was gray and haunting, he carried a cane with a gold lion at the top.  The Mother was wearing a nice black cocktail dress, the dress had pleats and ends just below her knee, she was very beautiful, she had white silver hair which was styled in a low braid bun, she had nice gold jewelry and gold rings, one of which had a lion in it as well. Maybe it was a family crest Matilda told herself, and there was a Teenage boy, with a twin sister. Maybe they were aged around sixteen. The boy had long white silver hair like his father and was also wearing a nice black suit jacket and a white shirt inside and black shorts that ends just below the knees. The girl was a bit different she had short pastel pink hair with a touch of purple she was wearing a black shirt, with some print on it, she had a leather black jacket, a choker and some washed out gray denim shorts and black army boots. The girl saw Matilda and the twins, And she smiled. They were the Leon's. Matilda wanted to smile but she awkwardly smiled since she didn't know how to properly smile, when the boy saw her sister, the boy proceeded to look as well, he half smiled and proceeded to tell her sister to follow their parents.

After wards there were just normal people who came, business men and women to be exact. Some average nice looking people, People from different race. Everyone proceeded to the living room and The dining room, Then Nancy proceeded to close the doors and mischievously smiled. "What's up with Nancy? She feels hmmm, a little evil, don't you think?” Matilda asked Lupus. "Please, were weird. C'mon this is boring as fuck." "Lupus watch your language the twins are around, plus aren't you like eight? Don't be a little b”. the twins proceeded to say "fuck" Caedmon said then Waldron "fuck" then they laughed”. "look what you did," Matilda said in disbelief. “clean your potty mouth.”! Matilda told the twins. "Please, you cuss all the time, clean your potty mouth!" Then lupus proceeded to grab something from his butt and covered Matilda's face with his hands with what seemed to be a foul smell. Matilda disgusted and tried to clean her face with her hands, got angry real fast "Oh my god! Lupus your dead!" Lupus ran on the wall and crawled at the ceiling while laughing completely pleased with himself. "Come back here Lupus!  Matilda walked on the walls and ran after Lupus, the twins began to crawl on the walls and the ceiling as well. "Neh! Neh Neh Neh! You can't catch me!" before he could finish the sentence, Matilda leaped at him and slammed on the wall. Lupus evaded her quickly and quickly bellowed "whoops! Too slow!" Though the people in the Dining room were drowned with the sound of dialogues and conversations, and was busy eating, some of them there, seem to have heard some muffled noises. "Did you hear that?” one fat man alleged, talking to Philomena. "Uh, No. Maybe just some food cooking, let me just check.” Then proceeded to carefully come out of the dining room. As soon as she got out, she looked at the ceiling and saw what was happening, her jaw dropped because Matilda was choking Lupus upside down, so she proceeded to whisper angrily "Matilda!, get down!"

She got down from the ceiling and there was an impact on the floor.   “You Guys are dead!” Philomena muttered angrily.

Scene 7 Now wee see a shrimp being engulfed by the mouth, a sushi being picked up by a chopstick, a pancake with blue berries being cut in the middle then carefully being stabbed with a fork, then it makes its way to reach its destination, slowly being chewed, and a hot steaming soup, being slurped. Hot steam was coming out of the spoon and it burned a woman's mouth, "Ow! Gadammit!" It was Michelle, people fell silent and stared at her.

She felt vexed, "Well, None of your gadamn bidness! Go on... Eat!" Then The noise of the crowd once again emanated the room, There were People Laughing, drinking wine. Then the twins went inside to grab a few of grandmas cookies, Caedmon putting it in his shirt, and Waldron ravenously eating it. Then when they got enough, they went outside once again. quickly the stars appear in the window. A warm plump hand shaking what seems to be a cold white grayish hand with slightly dark stained fingernails.

We soon zoom out to the Mayor welcoming Mr. Strange, "Mayor John Bankes, In behalf of the town I would like to welcome you."

"Thank you, Mr. Mayor"

"Don't worry I will be sure to support any town agenda." Mr. Strange uttered.

"Ah and don't forget the next town election, I'll be hoping for your support." The Mayor grins mischievously.

Mr. Strange removed the tobacco from his mouth and blew the smoke upwards across the room. "Of course Mayor. Please take this as a token of our gratitude for your presence in the Strange household".

Mr. Strange handed what seemed to be a basket of wine, cigars and a jar of cookies, handed to him by Philomena.

These are some of the finest wines, and cigars anyone can buy, and of course, My mother makes the best cookies."

"My God!, Chateau Margaux 1787, and Mayan Sicars?!. Where did you get these?"

The Mayor asked inquisitively, looking at the wine "I've been trying to get a hand of these for so long".

"Ah, I have connections Mr. Mayor." They both smirked.

"Ah, I hope we can use those connections later". the Mayor happily inquired.

"Of course Mr. Mayor, anything to help the town."

"That's good..." The Mayor replied.

The Mayor was about to continue but his Minion whispered something in his ear. "Well Mr. Strange it's been nice meeting you, but I fear I must go, I have a meeting to attend to."

"Ah, I understand Mr. Mayor." They smiled and shook hands.

Mrs. Strange went around with Philomena meeting the new families “I hope you are having a good time?” She approached the woman in wearing a green dress, and she received a warm smile.

“I am  Elga Maurelle, Nice Meeting you Missus Strange.”

“What a lovely family.” Mrs. Strange replied.

“Ah yes,   This is My husband Alfrigg Maurelle.” Alfrigg gave a warm smile as well. “Nice to meet you Mrs strange” then continued to reach out a handshake. The mother motioned to the children who were sitting and eating at the time in the tables “Come children...This is Mrs. Strange.”

“Nice meeting you Mrs Strange...” the children replied.

“This is my eldest Ella Maurelle, my son Kalen Maurelle and my youngest Nissa Maurelle.” “Lovely to meet you too, I'm sure my kids will get along well with you...” “I hope you enjoy the food.” Mrs. Strange gestured.

“The cookies are yummy...” Nissa said.

“Why thank you, My mom made them. They are special and healthy so eat as much as you can” Mrs. Strange cradled her small face in her hand. And Nissa giggled.

"We are the towns doctor, My husband and I are doctors at the Alston Hospital. If there is any medical help that you need, we well be happy to help you, Mrs. Strange."

“Thank you for the kind offer, Mrs. Maurelle. I'm afraid I cannot offer you anything in return but our hospitality,  you see, our business are mainly Wine, Realty and Mining. Nothing interesting really, so if you need any help with realty my husband would be happy to help you. As well.”

“Sorry But are you not the Owner of Infinity Jewels Inc?” The woman in the pink dress needled.

“Sorry for the interruption, My name is Myrka Drummond. It is a pleasure to meet you.” She came off a bit strong to Mrs. Strange. But Mrs. Strange grinned politely. "Ugh, your Jewels are to die for." Mrs Drummond mentioned.

“Why thank you Mrs Drummond, Just to answer your question. Yes, we are the owners of Infinity Jewels."

“Lots of people are, going crazy about it, some say it brings them Good luck.”

The Strange family also has a Jewelry Business mainly handled By Mrs Strange before, but now she doesn't pay attention to it that much because that's what you hire managers and lawyers and other minions to do. But the Jewels that they sell, is from the Mining business of the family, which is mined from Magical Lands and carved from Meteors, in other words, Enchanted. So it gives certain people. Good luck.

Now we see someone winning the lottery screaming of joy, and another person Getting accepted in a job wearing the jewelry, or wearing a beauty pageant. Etc.,

“Yes, some ores, minerals,meteorites and crystals are believed to hold certain magic or Good luck in them, we gather those gems and make them into jewelry.” Mrs Strange explained to Mrs. Drummond “But I don't think you would need it, You look beautiful on your own Mrs. Drummond.”

"Aw." Mrs Drummond replied acting coyly. "You don't need to say that." Then continued "I know." Mrs Drummond said proudly.

“Yes, your skin is beautiful Mrs. Drummond. Hard to believe you have an adult child.”

“I know right.” Mrs Drummond answered.

“Whats your secret.?” Mrs. Strange inquired. This question seemed to throw Mrs Drummond off a bit.

"uh hum" then  there was a cough "Hello. Mrs. Strange, I am Warren Drummond. I am  Myrka's Husband and Manager. I'm sure you have seen her before, she's an actress."

“Of course, I have, seen some of her films.”  Mrs. Strange replied.

"Ah!" She screamed, "Oh my goodness! You have! Now I feel so shy!" she acted demurely but laughed proudly.

"You mustn't Mrs. Drummond, In fact, My sister watches you all the time."

“Ahhh! Thank you so much for your support!” Mrs. Drummond replied.

Her Eldest daughter looked at her with disgust. “Mom, can you not!”

“Ahahah” Mrs. Drummond laughed at her daughter, while her daughter texted on the phone.

“I'm so sorry, About her, she's just a little hot headed, this is my daughter Durin and my baby girl Orla.”

“Hi! Mrs strange.” Mrs Drummond youngest greeted.

"Hello there love, maybe you can play with my children they are outside, their names are Matilda, Lupus and the baby twins are Caedmon and Waldron."

“Really? Are they nice?” Orla asked.

“Of course. And don't forget to grab a cookie while you're on your way?” "Okay," She replied.

“Oh my god those cookies are to die for.” Mrs. Drummond remarked.

"Thank you, my Mother made them." Mrs. Strange stated.

The man in black suit and white silver hair approached Mr. Strange “Mr. Strange.”

“Ah, Hello sir?” Mr Strange replied.

The man reached out for a handshake, “Yes, I am Gideon Amun Leon. I am a Lawyer. A very good Lawyer Mr Strange.” He hands his card.

"Ah, I see. Amun? Like the King of Kings." Mr Strange queried.

"Aha! You're familiar with History. It's actually King of Gods. We were lucky enough to have a Powerful family name. You're a powerful man Mr. Strange, so I'm guessing you know what they say about places of power." Mr. Leon stated.

"Yes, of course, a place of power attracts powerful people. Positive attracts positive. Your business must be good." Mr Strange affirmed.

"Ah, you believe in superstition as well. Yes. As I've said I'm a very good Lawyer. Not one lost case. Should you need any of my services, feel free to contact me." Mr Leon offered.

“Dear...” A woman touched her Mr Leon's arm, “I apologize for my husband, all he knows is business, the woman smiled at Mr. Strange and proceeded to have a handshake.

“Mr. Strange this is my wife Circe Leon and those at the back are my children, Lucian and Medea Leon.” Mr. Leon gestured to his children.

"Ah, twins... hello. We have twins as well." Mr. Strange waved at them, And they smiled back. “I want you to meet my wife...”

“Morgana...” Mr Strange beckoned to his wife, who at the time was talking to Mrs Drummond.

“Ah, My husband is calling me, Twas nice meeting you all.” and left to go to Mr. Strange.

At the Mayor's car. "Would you look at that, this is one of the most expensive things, one can buy." "Best keep an eye of people like them, George. If you can buy things like these, you can buy anything." The Mayor ordered.

"Of course Mr. Mayor." His Minion wearing a black business suit, blonde hair and sunglasses in the middle of the night replied.

"Can you hand me that jar of cookies" The Mayor grabbed some cookies from the jar. "But sir, aren't you watching your sugar intake." The Servant asked.

"Shut up, George." the Mayor sarcastically replied while he gorged on the cookies. "Oh my god this is good".

The Mayor tried to grab the whole jar from George.

George refusing to let it go. "But Sir".

"But Sir.." the Mayor antagonistically replied

In the end, as they fought for the jar of cookies, the mayor finally won. "Just give it!"

The Mayor had a sweet tooth and had a knack for luxurious things. Good for him.

Then we hear a scream. Back at the mansion, Blood gushes out of a man's mouth, lots of blood.  While a brown haired woman screams her lungs out, She screams some more. The man thinks "This noisy bitch.." and coughs blood on her. The man fell on the floor, And blood continues to ooze from his mouth and spread on the tiles. Thick red blood. She screams some more. Then she felt something in her mouth, she touched her lips with her fingertips and saw what seemed to be blood, she felt a pang of pain in her stomach and fell face flat on the floor. Thank Goodness, she was a noisy bitch. Annoying really. It was Michelle and Cornell Graves.

Matilda: “Oh my goodness, really?” Narrator: “Yes, finally, she was annoying...” Matilda: “Oh my god that blood is going to look so good on the floor.” Narrator: “So good...”

A Gasp from everyone and they all moved away from the victims. Morgana made her way to them. Angry of what had happened.

Mrs. Maurelle asked "What is happening?" she moved towards the people, and checks on them. “Poison. they've been poisoned.”

Then, most of the normal people stomach started to hurl, and some of them fainted and some of them were just confused about what to do.

Then everyone stopped Moving. The blood from Mr Cornell stopped flowing. The curtains seemed floating, the plates that were knocked off was Immobile, and the People who were about to fall was suspended in the air, It was as if time stopped. Mrs Strange made her way to Philomena and waved her hand in front of Philomena's face. She moved.

“Philomena, Call an ambulance, well unfreeze them once the ambulance makes it way here. Just so the blood would stop spilling”. Philomena Quickly made the call.

Scene 8

Sounds of Siren, while red and blue light can be seen in the background. A notepad is being opened and a man in a brown coat can be seen interviewing several people, while several people is being carried on a stretcher and is being loaded into an ambulance.

Lupus and Matilda sat on the porch while Morgana, Philomena stood at the archway, Mr. Strange was waiting for the Detective.

"Mr. and Mrs. Strange, Detective James Alexander. “ He introduced himself. “Has anything like this happened to you before.?" the detective inquired.

"No, this is the first time." replied Mr. Strange.

"Then we would have to invite you in the station for questioning...there was a vial of cyanide found in your kitchen, I believe someone administered it in your soup, since it was next to the soup pot, and we've sent it to the laboratory to have it checked."

"Nancy cooked the soup," Matilda mentioned.

"Whose Nancy?"

"She is our new maid."

"Nancy..hmmm, and you said she was new." Detective Alexander inquired.

Morgana's Eye brow raised in annoyance, "She came a few days ago. looking for a job."

"It seems very coincidental don't you think?" Morgana now looking at Philomena, sardonically. "Nice work, Philomena."

"Why did you say that? " asked the detective.

"Well, Sir I was really Eager to hire her, poor thing  was drenched in the rain," Philomena replied.

"Okay, so you just straight up hired a stranger, as your maid?” The Detective asked sarcastically. Everyone had a blank face as a reaction, so he continued “what does she look like?"

"Probably in her thirties, with plump skin, and blonde hair, green eyes. not too fat, not too thin." Mr Strange replied.

"And Where is she now?" the Detective asked, worried.

"Inside the house," Matilda replied.

Then we can see from the archway, everyone looked inside.

"Dispatch,  code five zero five, assailant might still be in the house. medium built. a woman in her thirties. blonde hair. green eyes."

The detective pulled out his gun and entered the house. He motioned and informed the two officers inside the house, which made them alert so they grabbed their guns and started looking for Nancy.

"That Whore of Beelzebub!" Morgana hissed angrily.

"Don't get stressed, my love." Mr Strange Massaging Morgana's shoulders.

Then Lupus and the twins grinned, Soon after Matilda smiled realizing what was gonna happen. They were like puppies excited for new toys. They all looked at their parents looking for approval.

"I suppose..."

"We can go hunting...." Mr.  Strange Announced.

The children gasped in excitement and Morgana smiled devilishly.

She put her arms over Mr. Strange shoulders. "Ah my love, you always know what to say." then kissed him passionately.

"Ugh what a revolting sight to see. I'm going back to sleep.” Philomena waved her hand in disbelief. "Good luck. Don't get caught."

Matilda and  Lupus eyes blackened, their teeth seemed a little bigger from grinning, they were crouching and seemed hungry.

"Ah, ah, ah, children" Mr Strange imposed.

"Remember what to do first?"

"Always check if someone is looking." the twins replied in a creepy conjunction.

"Good. We hunt at midnight." Mr Strange expression changed, He scowled and looked wicked.

Then we see the full moon and the dark clouds hovering over it.

Scene 8

Into the Woods.

Nancy escaped at the confines of the Dark Forest. It was not a good place to be, the thick fog covered the forest and there were creatures making eerie noises. When she first saw it, she thought it wood be a good hiding place for her car, but now between the dark and the screeching, scampering noises of the creatures at night, she couldn't help but say, "Oh shit... well this was a bad idea.” she looked back then she started to walk and then she heard a sound.

"Coo!" "Coo!" The sound startled her, she was beginning to get nervous, her heart beat fast, her sweat fell across her forehead to her face. The fog thickened and the cold wind trickled upon her spine. As she walked, the twigs and the crusty leaves began crunching under her feet. "Nothing to be afraid of Nancy..." she told herself. She breathed heavily, “was it getting colder?”, “were the trees becoming taller?, “was it getting darker?”,  she thought to herself. "Where is it?" she asked herself.

Her mind was beginning to play tricks with her now. She felt something following her, she felt the vibration of a sound. "Mmmmmm." It played in her head. "Its just in my head.” she nervously mumbled, she began to laugh and clutch her head. "Awoooooooooooooooooooooooo". She heard a wolf howl and then a snuffle from far away. She began to breathe heavily, Its coming towards her... So she ran, she ran as fast as she could, and the thorns and the branches seemed to enclose on her, they seemed like dark hands wanting to grab her.... she started screaming and crying under her breath, and then she tripped, she breathed heavily, she tried to get up, crawled then stopped to catch her breath under a big tree. "uh huh... uhuh ha ha hahaha" she laughed and cried at the same time. She closed her eyes for a few seconds. Then she heard leaves crunching, she felt drops of water falling on her face, but when she opened her eyes, It was too late. Small hands grabbed her hair, and it was pulling her, it was dragging her body somewhere. She tried to see who it was, but her vision was still a bit blurry from waking up. The hand pulled her hair more, she screamed out of anger more than fear, "aaahhh!" and tried to escape by scuffling her feet on the ground. “Let go of me you bitch!” she tried to break free of the hands that were holding her. But she couldn't. It just whistled happily as it dragged her body across the forest floor. Then she passed by someone, It was Sullivan. He Smiled. Then he saw Lupus, Something changed in him, he looks different, “was his teeth a little bigger?”, “was his eyes a little blacker?”, The thought shortly passed her mind. He was sitting on a tree branch, smiling like a demon at her.  She was taken in the middle of the forest. The thick forest surrounded them, there was a large circle connecting to a sedgy, gangly pathway, and there was what seemed to be a blue Volkswagen being badly hidden in leaves and branches. Then whoever was carrying her, threw her on the ground. Her face hit the floor and her lips kissed the ground, it was as if she ate dirt as it covered her mouth and face. She saw two pairs of feet. She looked up, It was Morgana and behind her was Mr. Strange. Morgana Held  Nancy's face and squeezed her cheeks.

"Where are you going, Nancy?." Morgana drilled. “Maaaam?, I was just going for a walk.” She sat up cleaned her self a bit. She wore a humorless smile and acted innocently. "Did you Poison all those people Nancy?, Did you?" Mr. Strange Picked her up by her neck, and she seemed to gasp for breath. He looked different she thought. “Do you have any idea, the situation you put us in.?” He Scowled and looked Livid, almost evil. Nancy tried to talk, she tried to hold on to Mr. Strange hands for support, "Please Sir. I've no idea what you're saying, Sir." And she bore a mirthless smile, even though she was being strangled and gasping for breath. He let her go and she fell on her butt, on the ground. She sneered and laughed at everyone, “Really this is so funny, you've no evidence. It was me?” She knew that Sullivan was not that smart, and so she lied without remorse because of this. She laughed some more, and then she felt her collar being grabbed and suddenly she was slung and sent flying into a tree. Matilda had thrown her out of irritation. She was disconcerted for a few seconds. Then her eyes widened, these people were strong, why was this? She started thinking. “What are you? You freaks!” Then Matilda and Lupus looked at each other and they laughed, Then Morgana and Mr. Strange laughed, even Sullivan, laughed, It was a strange laugh. Deep and evil. Then suddenly all of them had a low guttural laugh. "What a shame your really evil. We could have been friends. Ah, but you got us in trouble, so." Morgana enthused. “Sullivan, have they left the house?” Morgana referring to the Police. “Yes, Madam I believe so.” "Let's go Home," Morgana Told everyone.

Lupus Jumped from the tree and Sullivan grabbed Nancy's arm. She started laughing again. Then they took a step, then everyone was gone in an instant. Then they reappeared at the Strange Mansion. Morgana Had teleported everyone back home. "Woah, what the fuck is this?, who are you?, what are you, people?! Are you even people?!" Nancy screamed as she panicked, she was discombobulated, from teleporting but she tried to break free from Sullivan's clutches. “Luna di Nychta Nasconderci” Matilda Held what seemed to be a black wand pointing at the moon And a white luminance covered their house and the forest surrounding their house. It was a concealment charm. “Help! Help! Somebody Help Me!!!!!!” She screamed. "Shh...Shhh...Shhhh..." Morgana put her finger near her mouth. "No one can hear you really." “But today is your lucky day!” Morgana motioned to Sullivan and Sullivan threw Nancy on the ground. “Despite your shortcomings, be grateful, you get to be an offering to the Gods. One of the highest honor a human can ever do.” "What?!" her demeanor changed "hahaha" she laughed mocking the family. "You guys are just  a bunch of psychos! Wait till the police hear bout this! Hahaha, you probably poisoned all those people. Hahahahah" she cackled merrily. She wanted to put the blame on the family because they had no proof. For a second she forgot what just happened, and then she remembered, she was transported here in a flash, she got agitated, then suddenly she felt bizarre like she was on drugs, time seemed slow. She grabbed her head. “Enough of this.” Mr. Strange Grabbed Nancy, “Morgana!” Mr. Strange Motioned to his wife. “I was thinking Matilda should do it today. It will be her first time.” “Go on dear...” Morgana suggested. Matilda had a vexed face as if to say, "Wow this is dangerous but okay." “Ah, ah, ah, no excuses,” Morgana demanded.

Matilda knelt in front of the house. Grabbed dirt and raised it high above her head. “Gaia Accept our offering. “deffro ein ty. hamaly soa azy amin'ny fanahy” “amukele umnikelo wethu” “Make her bleed love...” Morgana motioned to Mr. Strange. *insert song here, for example, Static x - Cold* Mr. Strange brought Nancy To Matilda. Matilda covered Nancy's face, her chest, and arms with dirt. Nancy was still fazed. Then Mr. Strange started to look different, He looked malevolent, He tilted Nancy's head, covered her mouth with the palm of his hands, then she started to mumble something out of fear, but it couldn't be heard, He looked up and he already has 2 sharp white fangs but as he opened his mouth, It seemed to grow larger, sharper, It seemed like it can cut through anything. Nancy's eyes widened, she was frantic, she started squirming, but in one giant Swoop, Mr. Strange Sunk his teeth in Nancy's neck, It crunched and she was in pain, she tried to scream, but her cries were muffled, tears start to arise from her eyes, Mr. Strange drank some more, She was convulsing, blood fell from her neck to her clothes, as this happened you can see the blood Entering Mr. Strange, throughout the veins of his face, he opened his eyes, and it was pitch black, even the white was gone, the blood traveled to his neck,  to his hands that were holding nan's neck, and once he felt refreshed,  he licked his lips and his face was covered with blood. The Blood in Nancy's neck was gushing, The family felt hungry, They hissed as the smell of blood emanated the air, their fangs appeared. Mr. Strange thrust Nancy on the floor, forcing her to kneel, she felt weak and dazed. She felt a sudden pang in her neck, “ahhh”,  she grumbled as she touched her neck and her chest, It was then she found out she was covered with blood, her blood. She was flabbergasted, tears start to arise from her eyes, So she screamed a scream so loud, it made the birds and the bats fly away from the trees, but it seemed no matter how loud she screamed and screamed and screamed some more, nobody heard. Just the animals and her. She realized this because she was evil, so instead of just being petrified, she scowled as a deep seething anger came over her, but it wasn't enough to conjure up the energy to escape.

Matilda thrust Nancy's head to bow down to the ground and Nancy held on to the ground for support, her blood began to sprinkle the earth, Her thoughts were hazy now as she lost so much blood, she wanted to fight back but she couldn't, her arms were flailing, She was going to save her energy she thought. She was going to run the fuck out of here she thought, and kill this asshole family. Then the ground began to quake, slowly the ground opened and there was a gaping glowing hole. It was emitting a yellow light as it opened, then it became red and finally when it was as big as a pond, whatever was underneath, was emitting blue light. It released what seemed to be blue light and orbs enveloping the house. Then a yawn from a Monster Like Voice. Nancy hearing this voice was almost out of it, but when she saw the house move, adrenaline began to rush over her and was now aware of what was happening, “You... You.. are not people!” "No. We're not my dear..." Morgana shot back. “Who woke me?” The house spoke through his mouth which was the door. Creating movement around the house some of the stones and bricks fell, creating cracks. “We are your new owners, how did the people in the house, die?” *Inside * Meanwhile, Grandma and Grandpas bed was sliding from left to right while they slept. The windows started to flicker, It seemed to be its eyes. Then it answered. A Low guttural sound came out. “That Woman, Nancy, she put Poison in the soup.” The House now looking at Nancy. “How come we, and the other people didn't get poisoned?” Lupus asked. “Grandmas Cookies are enchanted, whoever devoured it, or chose to eat it was saved.” “Oh!” everyone said in unison. “Is there anything more?” The house asked.

"No" Morgana replied, "Go back to sleep, big House, but stay awake, in case we need you." Nancy laughed, angry and raving "Hahaha, Yes, It was me, those people were pathetic! They needed to di..." Before she could finish her sentence. Morgana punctured through her chest like a knife slicing butter and gutted her heart out, blood spilled from her open chest, Morgana devoured the heart, She closed her eyes and drank the blood from the heart. Blood spurted out of the heart as she bit through it, It splattered on her clothes, and was flowing profusely on her arms, slowly, It covered Morgana's mouth and cheeks. Once her thirst was quenched, she felt euphoria overcame her, It made her look to the moon, She opened her eyes and It was pitch black, she bore her fangs and licked the blood on her lips, as the blood travelled to her face, her neck and her body, she became filled with the blood and her skin became softer, she looked younger, more radiant, refreshed. She tilted her head, and gave the heart to Matilda. Matilda elated, grinned. “Accept this Gaia as thanks for answering our calls.” Matilda dropped the heart in the gaping hole of blue light, It was Gaia. The blue light seemed to pulse like a heart. Blue light seemed to spread through the ground like lightning. Matilda bit through Nancy's wrist and her eyes blackened, the blood spread throughout her body and her hair became longer, her skin softer and her lips was blood red. There were lines of blue that lit up in her body, like tattoos that lit up, in her forehead and her cheeks had dots and lines, as well as her arms and legs, the twins bit through Nancys legs, and Caedmons Skin, pulsed white and blue light that looked like scales on his fore head, cheeks and arms and legs, same with Waldron, But Waldrons light was red. They bit through her legs and Drank her blood. Then Lupus eyes, darkened with hunger, and he transformed into a black wolf. "All yours," Matilda said to her brother, Lupus  ravenously ravaged her innards, and Sullivan ate her brains. We can hear a wolf and zombies subdued eating sounds. Once they were done, Lupus howled. "Accept her body to close this spell." Then Matilda threw the body into the gaping hole. “Gaia Chiudiamo l'incantesimo” The blue light pulsed and emitted orbs. The trees seemed alive as the orbs infiltrate their bodies, the flowers seemed to wake up from sleep, the grass seemed to be greener, but shortly after the wind became stronger, the hole as it closes, released a strong wind that tried to suck everyone inside of it.

Matilda was near the hole so she almost fell, she clawed on the dirt on the ground so she will not fall. She pulled out her wings but she only used it to fight the wind, it was impossible to fly, the whirlpool of wind was too strong.

Lupus was in wolf form and was able to run and claw on the dirt and grab on a tree. Like a monkey.

Mr. Strange was a little bit futher away, but he could move through the speed of sound, so he was able to grab the twins and moved quickly to a far off tree, the twins were also quick and can fly but they were no match for the strength of Gaia. Then he told Caedmon and Waldron to grab hold of the tree, like little insects, the babies did. Mr. Strange trusted Morganas capabilities so he didn't come to their aid but came for Sullivan, He grabbed him quickly to where the twins were.

Morgana's hair grew longer, and moved as if it had its own life, It grabbed hold of Matilda, and some of her other hair grabbed hold of the trees for support, then quicklyshe teleported, to where her family was. They were now all safe.

They looked as the Hole closed. There was a strong wind that wanted to engulf everything, then there was nothing, just silence. The trees didn't seem to be alive anymore and the flowers seemed to go back to sleep.

Lupus walked off and said, "Well next time, lets probably get CCTV." Morning came. Detective Alexander visited The Strange Household. "Mr and Mrs Strange..." The detective's eyes widened, he was a bit shocked, the family looked stranger in the Morning. But he continued, "Uhm we found some file about your maid, thanks to the picture Ms. Philomena provided, and some CCTV we found around town, we saw a file that matched your maid, She was Nancy Doss, She is a serial killer, who was known for poisoning families that she served, and she giggled all while she was poisoning the family according to some survivors, and witness. Really weird. You guys were lucky enough to survive" The family smiled at him, they were on the porch outside.

“I think you weren't able to eat the batch, that she made, unfortunately, we couldn't find her, we suspect she skipped town, but we found some of what we believe are her belongings and a van hidden in the forest. But rest assured, Mr. and Mrs. Strange we will try our best to find her.” “How about the victims?” Philomena asked the detective. "Unfortunately, two ate too much that they died, Michelle and Cornell Graves died." "Most, fortunately survived and was given an antidote. Best if you keep to yourselves for now. Even though it's not your fault, some people might blame you." “Well try to send. Something to the victims.” "Hopefully not food" The detective joked, trying to clear the air. “Goodness, No.” Morgana said. "Well send them some flowers. And an apology note." Philomena said, "I'll take care of Everything." "Thank you, Mr Detective..." Mr. Stranged expressed his thanks through a handshake. “Well, I best be going, Thank you for your time and cooperation...” Before the detective can go, Grandma offered him some cookie. “Do you want some cookie?” "It's not poisoned right?" The detective laughed. Everyone looked at him seriously. “I'll just take some of this.” The detective mused, And left. "Well, what did we learn about today?" Matilda was standing next to the railings of the porch, Lupus and the twins were sitting, Philomena, Mr. and Mrs. strange was standing in the porch Hallway, and Grandma and Grandpa sat in their rocking chairs.

"Never to trust Anyone," Matilda replied. “Did you hear that twins?” Mr. Strange carried them. "They replied, "Yes, Poppa." “Ah I thought, Maybe it would've been more fun if she was possessed.”  Lupus cackled. “We can't have too much fun, Love.” Morgana snickered and told Lupus. “Also don't forget  to Thank your Grandma for saving the day, because of her Yummy cookies.” Mr. Strange reminded. "Oh yah, You saved the day Grandma." Matilda enthused. “Thanks Grandma. We love you.” Everyone hugged and Thanked Grandma. “Quickly, lets go inside.” Then everyone Followed Mr. Strange. Lupus noticed Matilda. “What is it?” Matilda was looking at something. *Insert suspense song like for example Pusicfier – the remedy* It was the Detective. He saw something on the ground. Its was red. He looked up. Looked back at the house. And smiled at Matilda he waved. Matilda miffed, snubbed him and continued to walk inside. The Detective grabbed  something from the ground. He put it inside a small ziplock bag. It was dried red blood sitting on the dirt. We see matilda look back again. As the detective walks away. She was supicious of him. Then She slammed their large door shut. We see the devils knocker. As we zoom out of the house and we see the vast forrest surround it and over the Horizon, you can see the Ocean. *insert ending song for example Aurora – Running with the wolves.*

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                                      ( IM JOONKI, 23 )

Name: Im Joonki Date of Birth: 1994/11/12 Occupation: Hotel pianist, soundtech, frontman of MOTHAE

SPARKNOTES:

White-collar family with a thirst for greatness means a firstborn son with the world on his shoulders. He doesn’t live up to expectation — that they learn quick.

Attention deficit hyperactivity disorder: undiagnosed. They call him restless instead; a troublemaking boy who talks too loud and bares his teeth too often.

He sticks to nothing but the piano. Maybe it’s because his fingers are perpetually eager to grasp at something. Maybe it’s the way his teacher smiles and makes him feel like he’s loved.

His dad’s palms find a home on his cheeks. But it’s his mom’s words that serve as a deeper reminder: you’re not good enough. You never will be.

Minki can do nothing but close his eyes and he’ll still do that better than Joonki ever could. It’s fine. It’s fine. (It’s not.)

First fuck. First smoke. First time hearing the strings hum with his own fingers. He likes the last one best. Better than black and white keys and dead composers whose names he can’t pronounce.

There was a stupid boy inside him that had hoped they’d attend, but the seats reserved for his parents on his graduation are starkly empty. He leaves that night with half his mother’s most precious jewelry tucked in his guitar case. That’s the end of that.

Halfway to twenty years old and he’s burning out like the setting glow of a cigarette — more glorious, more bitter than ever.  He doesn’t even see twenty on the horizon. Doesn’t see it in his face.

A girl. It’s always a girl. A chapter in his life is dedicated to her. He never wants it to end.

Hunger lingers in his bones, in his gaze, in the way he burns through packs with constant unease. But purpose is there, too, in all those things that make him up. There’s something to live for now. Someone.

FREEFORM:

‘I am singing now while Rome burns. We are all just trying to be holy.’ — Richard Siken, Snow and Dirty Rain

He wondered, once, how the whole goes on when part of it dies. When he was still alive, his grandfather would hold out the space where his arm used to be and let him grasp it, fingers invisible, shaking it like he’d been told to shake hands: firmly, Joonki, to assert your dominance. New things grow where the dead used to be, grandfather had said back then, and they tangle in the loose ends and tie them all together again.

He’d thought of the scar. The one on his knee. Seven years old and unstoppable, indestructible — until the world put him back in his place with half the skin on his kneecap gone as a souvenir. Five days later and it’s a wicked scab that he passes off as a rabid dog bite to the other playground kids. No remembrance of the tearing, the ripping, the bloody beginning of it all. A part of the whole gone and replaced in front of his very eyes.

He should’ve known, then, that he would be replaceable too.

A part of the family whole.

He wonders, now, if he’d even managed to leave a scar.

He’s a child of a man that’s trying too hard to be a god, and maybe that’s the reason he’s being punished for existing.

Father has hard knuckles but it’s the words that get to him. Children aren’t born perfect, sure, yet it seems he’s especially deficient. The kids that his mother tutors for hundreds an hour could finish hefty novels at the age of nine. At eleven, Joonki can’t even get the words to stay on the goddamn page. It’s hammered into his hands: stupid, good-for-nothing, disappointment. He carries them like they’re his cross, his sin.

It doesn’t help that he’s so wild, either. One day after they leave the teacher’s office, his mother grabs him by his chin and spews ire at him. Can’t you just sit in your seat like a normal boy? Can’t you just focus like everyone else? Can’t you just follow the rules like we’ve told you to? (He doesn’t answer. Her nails leave crescent-moon marks on his skin. Father replaces them with his finger’s imprints later. It’s a cycle that happens again.)

He tells them that he’s trying. He’s trying so goddamn hard, until his head rattles and the world spins, but he’s not wired for this. He’s not made like the others — he’s too different. He asks them to be kind, to understand.

But talking to blank walls and the back of father’s head gets tiring after a while. Eventually, he stops trying. Stops everything.

The attention is excruciating until he’s at the other end of the spectrum: pure, unadulterated negligence.

Minki grows up exactly how his parents wanted him to. Minki grows up exactly how Joonki should’ve. Smart and diligent and complying. He bends like paper, bends right over backwards like he’s got no spine. Father and mother adore him — the shiny new toy that fits their claw-like fingers perfectly. It’s so easy for them to throw their firstborn son away that he doesn’t realize he’s been written off until he sees the photos on the wall and realizes: he isn’t in them.

The return to the devil is clean. Like blinking once on earth and the next second it’s hell. The devil’s never left him, really. Kids only know how to do what they’re taught, and he’s only ever learned that trouble makes them look twice. Deep into it he goes, into the belly of the beast. Bloody knuckles and whiskey breath and emptying himself on the pavement. He’s in so deep that tobacco’s become his marrow, but no one pulls him out.

They’re his parents, and they leave him to rot.

The night he graduates high school, he packs a bag and half his mother’s jewelry box and leaves his set of keys in the mail.

Radio silence since.

Constancy comes in the details.

Mrs. Baek tells him that after he confesses he hasn’t practiced his piano runs like she’d asked him to. He’s only four, can barely stay in his seat; has to sit on his fingers to stop from banging on the keys. Piano’s just another thing his parents want him to do, so obviously he doesn’t do it. But Mrs. Baek is nice, tells him there’s nothing wrong with being a slow learner, and it makes him feel all tingly inside when she looks at him with belief in her eyes. So he practices. And he’s amazed: he’s capable of something beautiful, after all.

It’s swift, how it eats his heart whole. Music ends up being the only thing that gets his mother to smile — at him. Father nods along to some long-dead composer, asks him to play an equally insipid tune. He does, because at least it sounds like the promise of something better.

He swaps black keys for the black neck of a guitar around the same time the girl who takes his virginity lights his first cigarette. He leaves her, but the guitar stays. And it’s like he’d been swimming in shallow water until he’d submerged into the trenches: this, he thinks, this is love. A different type of music fills the home now, echoes off the windows with vengeance. It comes so blindingly easy to him that he can’t get enough.

Constancy is what keeps him going when he’s got his father’s hands around his throat. It’s what warms his bones when he’s left with four walls and no home. It’s the only thing in this world that he's good at — one of the few things he can say he loves.

New things grow where the dead used to be, and music is what’s going to make him whole.

“Man, how do you do it?”

It’s a poignant question for a dude drunk out of his mind, shoulders limp over the rooftop’s ledge. Joonki lifts a brow, lets the smoke settle into his lungs before he lets it out into the air. “What d'you mean, ‘how do I do it’?” Dart poised between his teeth as he rattles out a reply; a talent he’s honed almost as long as he’s been in the business. “Do what, you fuck?”

“Keep going,” his friend’s fervent now, too passionate for Joonki to deal with when he’s so goddamned tired. “We keep playing and putting ourselves out there and it feels like we’re never getting anywhere. No one remembers my name in the morning. No one remembers us.”

He has to scoff. It’s always the same bullshit: assholes looking for fame and fortune and recognition. He doesn’t need any of that — needs a hefty paycheque, sure, but he doesn’t need to be adored. “Doesn’t matter much to me. I’ll keep playing if even just one person wants me to play. Fuck does it matter if that person’s myself?”

This isn’t about anyone else, after all.

This is about him and the loose ends and the tying himself together again.