#Samara Decid

[backupranger]

10 and 11 for Redfor for sure, and honestly everyone else while you’re at it

Redfor: 10. Do they avoid feeling certain emotions? Red tries to avoid feeling lost, directionless or not in control. Which is difficult to avoid now that a lot of things are changing. It just makes it feel like it's at square one when it first arrived in Hell.

11. How much do they try to copy other’s emotions? Is it intentional? I think Red is at the point where it matches other people's emotions like any animal would. It gets the vague sense someone is anxious and gets anxious as well because if this person is so, then there must be a reason. It's not intentional and it would probably be annoyed if it realised it was doing that, because it's something it didn't realise about itself.

Rabbit: 10. Do they avoid feeling certain emotions? Hell yeah she does!!! Regret. She hates feeling regret because if she feels regret then her actions were pointless, if she feels regret then whats this all for? if she feels regret then does that mean she's betraying the people she did it for? If she feels regret what does she say to the people she's hurt?

11. How much do they try to copy other’s emotions? Is it intentional? Xey don't try much but when xey do it's 100% intentional. All the times xey've matched other members of the Beloved Nights to make xemself seem professional. The times when xey think xey've stepped out of line so xey copy Silver's disinterest/discontent. All the times they've had guests on board so Rabbit tries to be the enthusiastic one who gets excited when the guests do.

Samara: 10. Do they avoid feeling certain emotions? Mara tries so hard to avoid guilt because they know it's useless to feel at this point, but it is very difficult especially when their son-in-law still shows some hatred to them.

11. How much do they try to copy other’s emotions? Is it intentional? Oh they do it a lot, mostly because they're an adult with grandkids so they need to be able to match their energies and they do it quite well. They're also a reasonably well known city figure so they can pick up on things sometimes.

Shambles: 10. Do they avoid feeling certain emotions? Shambles probably tries to avoid confusion and lonliness the most. The first she has felt several times because people haven't given her all information which is why she studies a lot. The second she has only truly felt once or twice but only as a result of the first.

11. How much do they try to copy other’s emotions? Is it intentional? Yes and no, they understand the need for it especially in their line of work but it isn't necessarily a focus and I think their customers understand that. They're far too busy sorting things out usually.

[idlewarning]

the ring (dir. gore verbinski) + motifs - water

[beaft]

oh yeah also i started a dark urge run while i was waiting for my mods to update and virtually the first thing i did was accidentally chop gale's hand off, so that's going well

[samaraxmorgan]

[gritsandbrits]

The reason why Samara is designed the way she is is cause I want her to emulate "scary" things like dragons and hellfire. Her colors puts Halloween in mind. So she looks like an actual witch.

Her design also stands out from her love interest Phobos, who looks like a heroic wizard in the comics but is evil. In context of the TV show their designs complement each other 😅

[honeyedsapphics]

@drnkdazed liked for a starter | based on this.

“this whole party scene doesn’t really seem like your vibe, princess.” lane leaned against the wall where the other had been standing for a majority of the night. “you should stick with me, i’ll make sure no one bothers you.”

[justicode]

I gotta write an essay on Samara and her bondmates, but I am thinking so much about her and Larista in particular

[last-son-of-mars]

If you see me queuing Mass Effect posts in the next few days no you don't

[saulbaby]

The ring is my favorite scary movie and it gets better every year that VHS tapes and corded phones get more scarce

[vagabondaura]

♣ sim dump #1 ♣

decided to throw up some my townies for my save file that I've been grinding on.

CC & Tray files included

Each of these beauties come with 1 complete everyday outfit. Please tag me if you decide to use them

From left to right: Lottie, Caio, Savanna, Micah, Ethan, Solange, Simone, Tobin & Samara

Download here: 🖤

[fuckmemurderman]

Someone thirsting after Sadako: that's fine y'know not for me but nothing wrong with that

Someone thirsting after Samara: KILL IT WITH FIRE AND ACID AND A CHAINSAW

[backupranger]

for the character asks: 14, 35, 47 for rabbit, 13, 18, 51 for buckwheat, and 1, 23, and 60 for samara??

Rabbit:

14. What keeps them up at night?

The weight of xeir actions baby!!! Sometimes you're really self confident/righteous and then you fuck up big time and now you have to live with the consequences <3

35. When did they feel loneliest?

When they first got on Privign station. Isolated due to what xey had done and at that point xey hadn't showed how badly it was effecting them so no one knew to reach out.

47. What could they talk about for hours on end?

Ways to improve what the Beloved Nights are doing or plants she's picked up from guests!

Buckwheat:

13. What are some motifs you associate with them? Did you intentionally bring in those motifs, or did it happen over time?

Maritime paraphernalia initially (because of their job as a sailor) and then spooky stuff over time :)

18. What dish brings back the best memories for them?

Their mam's soup!! It was really good soup and they miss it.

51. What element of their backstory are you proudest of?

Oh boy, probably what later became the backbone of their story and what it relies upon as an inspiration. I only figured it out later but hafbyirq bprna zlfgrevrf.

Samara 1. What drives them? what’s their ultimate goal?

To be able to protect their family from harm.

23. In what moment did they consider themselves to be “grown up”?

Probably when their dad started to let them look at his plans for the city, they were about 10 at the time and didn't grasp the full meaning of the plans. They were wrong, but as time passed they had already actually grown up once they realised this.

60. what do they have faith in? what keeps them believing?

Their family and friend and the strength of community :)

[whatdoeseverybodywant]

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“Go ‘head baby, cum on my fingers.” 

“Hey, you alright?” Kiyana jumped as she was forced out of her daydream. She snapped her head over to Josh who was standing in the doorway of their ensuite bathroom. “You been spacing out all day, you good?” He stepped closer to her, worry written all over his face. 

Since the ‘club incident’ she hadn’t been able to stop thinking about Joe and she felt like shit, because here she was mad and talking about divorcing her husband and she was no better than him. She had decided to keep what happened to herself. Even when Samara asked she kept quiet. 

She 100 percent did not mean for that to happen. Everything happened so fast, one minute she was drunk and dancing then next thing she knew she was getting fingered by her husband's cousin and she sobered up almost immediately. Kiyana had chalked it up to the fact that she and Joe were both drunk and that was that. They were drunk and clearly weren’t thinking straight.  She was drunk and if she was sober none of it would’ve happened. But, she couldn’t stop thinking about it. 

Her mind also kept going back to graduation night ever since Joe brought it up. And while yes, she and Joe did some things. She didn’t technically cheat on Josh- it was still wrong considering what happened between her and Joe took place 30 minutes after she broke up with Josh. But They were kids back then  and they both promised that neither one of them would ever bring it back up especially since she got back together with Josh the next day and not to mention the fact that Joe and Josh were family. 

“Key.” She jumped again and looked at Josh. Shit I spaced out again. She thought as she cleared her throat. 

“I’m fine. Are you ready?” She asked to which he nodded his head. “Okay, I'll meet you downstairs. He nodded again before hesitating as he took a step closer to her, bending down to place a kiss on her cheek but she moved back. Clearing her throat again, she turned back towards the mirror and finished doing her make-up. 

Josh had somehow secured them an emergency counseling session with the same counselor that tried to help his mom and dad before their divorce. The whole ride to Dr. Anderson’s office, Kiyana could feel Josh staring at her every so often and would try to place his hand on her thigh and she would fling his hand off of her. 

“Are you going to at least try and listen to what Dr. Anderson has to say?” He asked once he put the car in park and she inhaled a deep irritated breath. 

“I’m here aren’t I?” Was all she said before she exited the car, slamming the door behind her. 

Dr. Anderson stared at the couple in front of him. Kiyana had scooted herself all the way down to the other end of the couch and had basically tucked her body into herself. Her body language was telling Dr. Anderson that she didn’t want to be there and she would not be open to anything he had to say. While Josh on the other hand had a semi-relaxed posture, he was nervously  tapping his fingers on his knees but he was open and he wanted to see a change. 

Dr. Anderson cleared his throat, getting the attention of the two of them. “Thank you for coming.” 

“Thank you for seeing us on such short notice.” Josh said, wiping his hands on his pants. Dr. Anderson observed Kiyana roll her eyes. 

“Now, you told me a little bit over the phone.” He said, bringing his attention back over to Josh who nodded. “There was some infidelity?” Josh nodded again and Dr. Anderson hummed and wrote something down in his notebook. “From who?”  Josh cleared his throat and raised his hand tentatively. 

“I uh- I had a four month affair. But it’s over now and if I could I would go back and never give that woman the time of day.” 

Kiyana snorted and rolled her eyes. “So hearing that your husband just said that, how does that make you feel?” Kiyana shrugged. 

“I think he’s talking out his ass and I believe everything he’s going to say today will be a load of bullshit.” Dr. Anderson nodded again and wrote another note in his notebook. 

“Okay, so tell me how was your relationship before the cheating and were there any noticeable signs of the cheating?” Kiyana inhaled a deep breath and snuck a glance over at Josh who was already looking at her. How was their relationship?  

“It was normal I guess,” She shrugged. “I mean we were together since high school but I never thought that he would actually cheat on me, you know? We’ve had our problems in the past but it’s never led to anything like this.”  Josh felt like his heart was being ripped out his chest as he watched the tears trinkle out of her eyes. 

“Were there any noticeable signs of cheating?” Dr. Anderson asked again. 

“No,” Kiyana shook her head. “Everything remained the same. I had no reason to suspect that he was cheating.”

Josh sank lower in his seat as he listened to Kiyana tell Dr. Anderson how good their relationship used to be, the more he listened, the more he felt like complete shit. All he wanted was to forget about Shanté and move forward with his wife. Because if he was being completely honest,  He didn’t know how to live without Kiyana. So he hoped and prayed that this first session with Dr. Anderson would get them back on the right path. 

Shanté stared at the house in front of her, she could actually see herself living there when Josh got rid of Kiyana and their kids. Nikkita had told her this was a bad idea but obviously she didn’t listen. She wasn’t let Josh go without a fight. He had blocked her on almost everything and this was the next step. She needed him to see that they belonged together and that she was the right one for him.  She made sure her make up was right before stepping out of the car and walking up to the front door and knocked. 

Kiyana had just left the kitsch after making her and Trin a drink so she could tell Trin all about the counseling session when there was a knock at her front door. She and Trin had stayed back at the house with Kairo while Jon and Josh took Kamari and Kaiden with them to go get food. 

“Sis, you expecting someone?” Trin asked as her and Kiyana both looked in the direction of the door with confused looks on their faces. Kiyanna shook her head and placed both of their drinks on the coffee table before going to open the door. 

“Hi, can I help you?” Kiyana asked with a friendly smile, but that smile quickly vanished as the women in front of her seemed irritated by her presence. 

Shanté rolled her eyes when Kiyana opened the door. “Yeah, is Josh here?” She asked, crossing her over her chest and Kiyana felt her heart drop into her stomach. She took a good look at the woman and immediately knew this was who her husband had an affair with. 

Shanté had a smirk on her face now. “Yeah, you know who I am don’t you?” She asked cockilly, flipping her hair over her shoulder. She looked Kiyana up and down with a look of disgust on her face. This is what he had to come home to? No wonder he decided to cheat. Shanté thought. 

Kiyana closed her eyes and took a deep breath to calm herself down. “He ain’t here.” She tried to close the door in her face but Shanté pushed it back open. “Girl, i’m warning you, get the fuck outta here.” 

Shanté pouted. “Is that anyway to talk to your kids' step-mom?” She cackled and Kiyana snapped, she landed a perfect right hook on Shanté’s jaw, knocking the other woman down to the ground. Trinity came running towards the door when she heard the commotion. She pulled Kiyana behind her and glared at Shanté. Before she could say anything Josh’s car pulled into the driveway. He rushed out of the car and over to Kiyana who pushed him away from her and stomped into the house. 

“Hi baby,” Shanté said as she pulled herself up off the ground. “You miss me?” 

IM SORRY IF THIS SUCKS 😭

NEXT CHAPTER WILL BE BETTER I PROMISE 🤞🏽

FYI: Kamari is 6

Kaiden is 3

Kairo is 2 (almost 3) months.

[twofrontteethstillcrooked]

deancas first kiss, s12 au. For @deancaskiss, belatedly 🎂🎉

When Cas came back into the cabin with their bags, Dean was fiddling with a radio on a bedside table. An energetic fiddle reel disintegrated into static which was replaced with a loud voice proclaiming that many, many fine and upstanding cars were on sale for low, low, bottom basement prices--

"Enough of that," Dean said, and snapped off the radio.

"Has something happened?" Cas dropped the bags on the rather well used couch and tuned all his attention to Dean.

"No, no. I'm fine and dandy." Dean wiped his eyes, which Cas was horrified to see were a little red, a little wet.

"Are you sure?" Cas crossed the small room and laid a hand in the crook of Dean's arm. 

Dean went still, looking back at him, before taking a breath. "Just a sad old country song on the radio." His voice sounded funny and it made Cas's chest ache. 

"Okay." Cas pulled back his hand. 

"I'm really fine." Dean's expression brightened as he looked past Cas to the window. "I think there's enough time for a walk before it's completely dark out. Wanna go with?"

"Of course," Cas said sincerely. 

Dean went still again, like he was surprised at Cas's agreeing to accompany him. He broke the eye contact with a small laugh, as though he was embarrassed about something. There was a light flush across the tops of his cheeks. It was incredibly attractive, and that, Cas knew, was not something that was to be mentioned.

"Sam says he and Mary should arrive in another hour," Cas told Dean a while later, after his phone had buzzed in his pocket. 

Dean nodded and kept staring out over the little lake behind the cabins. They'd taken the pebble trail that ringed the lake like a dirty pearl necklace and were seated on a big rock roughly the shape of horseshoe. Cas wished for a bit more cushioning and a less sharp breeze, but otherwise felt content. If he concentrated he could sense the warmth of Dean's body; he tried not to lean over towards it like a flower seeking sunlight.

The actual sun had drooped behind a bank of scraggly cypress and maples not yet in full leaf, their springtime samaras an almost purple hue in the fading daylight. The choppy water of the lake made clickety, whispery noises. A nuthatch in a nearby oak was either despondent or desirous, or both, and Cas felt a kinship.

"What was the song about?" he decided to ask.

Dean smiled, briefly. "Home."

"Oh." Cas waited.

"Nope, that's it, nothing else to it." Dean elbowed him. "Song just caught me the wrong way."

"The lyrics," Cas guessed.

"Yeah." Dean gave him a rueful look. "Guess I'm a little homesick too. Which is silly."

"I don't think so," Cas said. "These last couple of cases -- well, it's been nearly two weeks since we were back at the bunker."

Dean shook his head. "Sometimes home isn't so much a place-- Though I do miss our washing machine and dryer and the water pressure in the showers." He cleared his throat. "But that's not the point."

"A feeling of home," Cas started to work out. "It's about who you're with when you're there, I suppose."

"Exactly." Dean looked away. "And the thing is, I've been with my family these last two weeks. So that's been great."

"Except for the beatings," Cas posited. "And the beheadings."

Dean snorted. "Except for those."

"Despite those," Cas said, "I've enjoyed spending time with you and Sam and Mary."

"I'm glad you've been with us." Dean looked out over the water again and shivered. "I'm glad you're coming home with us too," he said quietly.

Something heavy and thorned curled in Cas's throat, for reasons he couldn't quite explain; it took him a moment to respond. "Well. So am I." His phone buzzed twice, sounding even more startled than he felt. He thumbed open the screen display and squinted at the text. "Sam says they had to detour off of I-70 and there's a bad storm moving in. They're going to try to find a room and hunker down for the night. Mary has a lead on another werewolf pack, if we want to meet them near Wamego tomorrow."

"That'd work," Dean said.

Cas sent a couple of texts and Sam sent back a thumbs up emoji.

Dean shivered again and hunched into his jacket a bit.

"We should go back to the cabin." Cas stood up and stretched while his lower back applauded his efforts. "Get you warmed up."

He hadn't meant to say something provocative; but Dean's eyes had gone dark as he watched him. 

"You stash a tropical beach in one of our bags when I wasn't looking?" Dean asked, his expression changing to one of amusement so quickly Cas almost blinked.

You've been imagining things, Cas told himself. Wishful thinking isn't reality. The weight in his throat widened, scratched.

"No," he managed to say. "But I'm sure the cabin has blankets…" He trailed off as the humor in Dean's face faded to something soft and steady, that earlier stillness concentrated, giving off its own heat.

Cas found himself corralled into the v of Dean's legs, Dean holding him at the hip with his hand as he traced the outline of Cas's lower lip with his thumb. Cas didn't need to take a breath except yes he did; and either way, Dean was standing and then his mouth was on Cas's and Cas realized how lonely starvingly cold both of them had been, how chilled by the breeze and the nightfall and the years of distance that suddenly, thankfully, no longer existed between their bodies.

The first kiss became the second became the third. There would be more and more, Cas thought, dazed at the sound of Dean's gentle groan as he let Dean slip inside. It was so much better, kissing Dean, than Cas had ever let himself picture or pretend it could be. When they finally paused, for a minute, they leaned against each other and took shaky breaths and smiled, tentative and hushed. They walked back to the cabin and locked themselves in for the night. They made good use of the blankets and the rather well used couch. 

"Is this what people mean by 'making themselves at home'?" Cas asked once, and Dean grinned and pulled him back into bed.

[katanadepapel]

MY TURN 🤗!!!!

OUR DESIGNER 2/2

MY S/I IN WILD KRATTS UNIVERSE!

I like green, blue, black, orange and especially purple (but the spots were already filled 😔)

So I decided to put one of the other colors I like on my s/I, turquoise! And there it is!

Bio of my S/I:

•Name: Samara Barros

•Nickname: Sammy, S2, Redhead, lime orange.

•Age: 24 years old

• Sex: Female

•Date of birth: 01/09

•Nationality: Brazil/RJ

•Sign: Virgo

•Signature color: Indigo, Turquoise or Violet

•Eye color: Medium brown

•Skin color: Fair

•Hair color: Copper

•Relatives:

Sara (older sister)

•Friends:

Chris Kratt 💚

Martin Kratt

Jimmy Z

Aviva Corcovado (BFF)

Noah Tyer

Koki

Paisley Paviment

•Appearance:

Samara is a young woman with short pixie style hair; She is thin but average, even though she is a little taller than her sister.

•Personality:

Samara is lively, funny, has a huge taste for adventure and a thirst for new challenging experiences; She is competitive, intelligent but she is also calm, until her calm ends, because she knows how to give a beating to the person who mainly messes with her sister, but also, 50% of the cases, Sammy is emotionally cold.

•Occupation: Reptile zoologist, interior design, architect and landscaper.

•Likes: Chris Kratt 🤭, animals, reptiles, her tortoise, draw, art, math, science, calculate, help Aviva with technologies, keep everything tidy, plants, flowers, purple and chocolate with lemon.

•Dislikes: Soft foods, dirt, Zach Varmitech, the villains, mistreating animals, people and plants

*Sammy is autism (mild level)

*Sammy, like your sister, she speaks Brazilian Portuguese, her native language, in English, Spanish and German fluently

[ozzgin]

I also had a Yandere Eyeless Jack meets Y/N as an entity/spirit is very similar to Sadako the ring girl. However, more playful and dangerous. Y/N is different from Sadako or Samara. Y/N wants to play a dreadful games with EJ.

So I did start writing this with Sadako in mind, although I ended up with a more generic kind of reader whose background isn’t very clear. I found the lack of details to be more interesting, since it’s up to you to decide what kind of devilish entity this reader is. It’s also heavily focused on their encounter rather than overall headcanons.

Yandere! Eyeless Jack x Haunting! Reader

Featuring Eyeless Jack and a ghoulish reader that just found a new favorite target. Warning: mentions of violence and death

[Horror Masterlist]

Well, this is awkward. The hooded creature stands before the bed, scalpel in hand, unsure how to proceed. After a moment of consideration he nonchalantly stuffs the blade back into his pocket, clicking his tongue in annoyance. Judging by the stagnant blood that has pooled into the lower half of the body, he’d say the man has been dead for several days. A waste of his evening. Who could’ve gotten here before him? Burglars? He quickly scans the surroundings for clues, but nothing seems amiss.

Just as he ponders on the possible scenarios, a faint knock can be heard from the window. He crawls over and abruptly pulls the curtains, hoping to surprise whoever is on the other side. Pitch black. Now that he thinks about it, isn’t this an attic bedroom? Who could even casually jump over three floors? Besides him, obviously. Jack opens the window and peeks down, but no ladder can be discerned through the murk.

“Wrong guess.” He snaps back and hovers a hand over his pocket, ready to draw his weapon. He can’t quite place the whisper he just heard. A jagged, interrupted voice, like a broken record, echoing in the distance and yet as clear as if it blew right upon his ears. He stares into the darkness before sneaking out of the room. Detective work wasn’t on his list tonight, but alas, he might as well find his new source of fresh organs. Whoever is playing these games better enjoy it while it lasts.

You can sense his frustration and smile to yourself. The previous one was so quick to go. You hoped you could drag it on for longer, but humans have frail hearts. You glance at the decaying carcass and muse over the sunken face with its features distorted in terror. Was it too much? No matter, this one is different. He seems more of a creature than a mortal. Will it make a difference? Oh, you can’t wait to test it yourself. As you stalk his figure in the hallway, you stretch out your fingers and sink your claws into the wallpaper.

Without looking back, Jack plunges his scalpel in the same spot. Your hand remains in place, merely visible fog surrounding the shining piece of metal. For the first time, the creature can see you. You gaze into his endless, cloudy sockets and nod, attempting a greeting gesture. You then switch your focus to your hand and he follows. “That’s…not very useful, is it?” You state plainly. An invisible frown darkens his expression and he pulls out the blade. Statistically speaking, encountering a ghost was the least likely situation. His reaction was by all definitions rational and he does not appreciate your mockery.

Yet tangled up in his anger lies something else. Throbbing, twisting and turning, the vague beginnings of intrigue gnaw at his chest in anticipation. He’s found a rival, or maybe a playmate. Curiosity binds him in place. If it’s amusement you want, he might just provide you with it. Although he won’t make it easy for you. And if he wins, he expects a prize in return. You’ve caught his interest and he will not be leaving empty handed. Can you tell?

A shiver runs down your spine. The smile occupying your face has now widened into a full, harrowing grin. “It’s a deal”, you murmur. The hunter and the hunted. Except no one can tell who plays the roles.