#adrian greye

[vickysaurus]

"Thank you, everyone. Together we are perfecting the Coven System as the Titan intended. The Day of Unity will be in exactly one month, when the tide is at its lowest and the moon obscures the sun. At that time, we will journey to the head of the Isles, and there, the worthy shall inherit a utopia free of wild magic."

"There is one more thing I'd like to share with you. I've always hidden my face, out of fear. But because of your support, I can finally take off this mask."

"Thank you, Boiling Isles."

Rando: "We love you, grandpa!"

Emperor Belos's face reveal. A nifty little detail is that it looks like the other coven heads weren't at the Bonesborough Coven Day parade because they were at parades in the Isles' other cities, as we see Adrian Graye at the podium in Latissa! Another little cameo in the same screencap is Angmar and Gavin, Bria's lackeys from Through the Looking Glass Ruins, in the crowd. I think that probably means Glandus is based in Latissa, which fits its more raggedy vibes compared to Hexside.

[agentscamander-romanoff]

Darius ,Raine and Adrian made a theater group in school. No,you can't tell me otherwise.

[starsfic]

Hey, apparently there's a Headcanon that Hettie Cutburn is Adrian Greye's auntie?

...ah.

Cutburn pulling some strings so Greye can become Head Witch? Yes, please.

[latecomerfangirl]

Dealing with toxic coworkers

Or Hunter being rightfully pissed off. 

[littlehenrikehd]

the way I was kinda dissapointed that he wasn’t evil and the way I fucking cheered when he was

[carla5172007]

I give you Adrian Greye Ventrowoth

He wants to check up on you.

Hey one of the reasons i didn't make fanart of the main characters. They cause more emotional damage. That drawing them makes me worse.Or make fan art of the latest episode or favorite scene is that i get easily burn out. But I love all the main characters but Adrian gives me comfort in my dark days. So i give you Adrian context.

🚫!! DO NOT REPOST!! 🚫

[maryheart22]

So Apparently, there’s an weird Au out there, Where Hettie Cutburn is Adrian Greye’s Auntie?

Had no idea who these characters were until I looked it up lol. Sounds like a strange but cool AU idea ^^

[fictionz]

New Fiction 2021 - October

Short Stories

"Iqsinaqtutalik Piqtuq: The Haunted Blizzard" by Aviaq Johnston (2020) // "She’s too grown up to remember the scary parts of our land."

"Uironda" by Luigi Musolino & James D. Jenkins (trans.) (2018) // "From enormous, heinous acts derive enormous, heinous hells."

"The Bloody Chamber" by Angela Carter (1979) // "The worst thing was, the dead lips smiled."

"Tree of the Forest Seven Bells Turns the World Round Midnight" by Sheree Renée Thomas (2016) // "This he believed in, this he could follow — the curved finger of flesh."

"The Remorse of Professor Panebianco" by Greye La Spina (1925) // "Why does she look at me so? She is pitying me—me!"

"The House Party at Smoky Island" by Lucy Maud Montgomery (1935) // "Of the dead nothing but good; so I will say of Susette only that she was very beautiful and very rich."

"Calcutta, Lord of Nerves" by Poppy Z. Brite (1992) // "I could have crawled all the way into that wet crimson eternity, and kept crawling forever."

"Letter to a Young Lady in Paris" by Julio Cortázar (1951) // "Vomiting bunnies wasn't so terrible once one had gotten into the unvarying cycle, into the method."

"The Pelican Bar" by Karen Joy Fowler (2009) // "Humans do everything we did. Humans do more."

"Cargo" by E. Michael Lewis (2008) // "A noise sounded—a moist 'thunk.' From inside."

"The Erl-King" by Elizabeth Hand (1998) // "He's got her now and he won't want to give her back."

"Tlön, Uqbar, Orbis Tertius" by Jorge Luis Borges & Norman Thomas di Giovanni (trans.) (1940) // "We found out (inevitably at such an hour) that there is something unnatural about mirrors."

"The Show" by Priya Sharma (2011) // "The world was ripe. She'd weighed it in her palm."

"Teratisms" by Kathe Koja (1991) // "What color does blood burn?"

"Kerfol" by Edith Wharton (1916) // "I can see the exchange of glances across the ermine collars under the Crucifix."

"Demon" by Joyce Carol Oates (1996) // "No he was loving, mad with love."

"The Other Place" by Mary Gaitskill (2011) // "She did not have a wedding ring, which meant that maybe no one would miss her. "

"Absit" by Angélica Gorodischer & Amalia Gladhart (trans.) (2013) // "The girl didn't move, she didn't speak, she did nothing against the black, black sky full of stars."

"Guess" by Meg Elison (2020) // "I am beginning to think we should drink all there is while we still can."

"Ghosts of August" by Gabriel García Márquez (1980) // "Just then the smell of fresh cut strawberries made me tremble."

"Aura" by Carlos Fuentes & Adrian Ziegler (trans.) (1962) // "They have forgotten that in solitude, temptation is greater."

"The Follower" by Nuzo Onoh (2014) // "Chairs tumbled to the ground; someone moaned. All was madness."

"The Death of Halpin Frayser" by Ambrose Bierce (1891) // "Halpin Frayser was a poet only as he was a penitent: in his dream."

"The Shadow" by Edith Nesbit (1905) // "The most horrid ghost-story I ever heard was one that was quite silly."

"The Story of Ming-Y" by Lafcadio Hearn (1887) // "Then their lips separated no more;—the night grew old, and they knew it not."

"What You Eat" by Alys Hobbs (2020) // "Look at all this cream and sugar..."

Poems

"Ammutseba Rising" by Ann K. Schwader (2015) // "Perhaps our daughters will walk in shadow gladly, holding hunger inside them for a weapon."

Comics/Single Issues

"Heavy Fog" by Abby Howard (2021) // "I can barely taste the burning."

"Tatter Up!" by Graham Ingels (1955) // "Such beautiful rags..."

"Rasberry Surprise" by W. Maxwell Prince, Martín Morazzo, Chris O'Halloran, Good Old Neon (2018) // "The process only lasts for as long as you're alive."

"Strung Along" by Richard Corben (2016) // "Ever see a skinned rabbit?"

"Free Ride" by Cameron Morris & Nina Matsumoto (2016) // "Always pay my debts."

Video Games

Silent Hill 2 dev. Konami Computer Entertainment Tokyo (2001) // "I'm not your Mary."

Little Nightmares II dev. Tarsier Studios (2021) // Not a word.

Maneater dev. Tripwire Interactive (2020) // "Shark hunters kill for the same reason we all do: to feel complete."

Twelve Minutes dev. Luís António (2021) // "Be honest with yourself. You knew this would happen."

Nightmare Collection: Dead of the Brain dev. FairyTale (1992) // "I don't think he can reply... he doesn't have a brain."

Movies

The Babysitter dir. McG (2017) // "Probably when your body starts to reek like cheese."

Dracula dir. Tod Browning & Karl Freund (1931) // "There are far worse things awaiting man than death."

Venom: Let There Be Carnage dir. Andy Serkis (2021) // "I have tasted blood before, my friend, and that is not it."

Titane dir. Julia Ducournau (2021) // "Can't you feel the energy? Between you and me?"

Frankenweenie dir. Tim Burton (2012) // "I don't want him in my heart. I want him here with me."

Gretel & Hansel dir. Oz Perkins (2020) // "What eats with its teeth, but never feels fed?"

Deep Red dir. Dario Argento (1975) // "It seems that there are some things which you just cannot do seriously with liberated women."

LandLocked dir. Paul Owens (2021) // "Somebody's been back here."

The Lure dir. Agnieszka Smoczynska (2015) // "Put your hand deep inside me and drag me onto the shore."

Lamb dir. Valdimar Jóhannsson (2021) // "She's not used to strangers."

Population 436 dir. Michelle MacLaren (2006) // "We are the union of the divine."

Pet Sematary Two dir. Mary Lambert (1992) // "No brain, no pain. Think about it."

The Slumber Party Massacre dir. Amy Holden Jones (1982) // "She drinks too much milk."

Messiah of Evil dir. Willard Huyck & Gloria Katz (1973) // "And they're waiting. They're waiting for you."

Track of the Vampire (aka Blood Bath) dir. Jack Hill & Stephanie Rothman (1966) // "The horror of death is that you desire it."

Halloween Kills dir. David Gordon Green (2021) // "There's a big fella in our bathroom, and he's wearing a monster mask!"

The Hitch-Hiker dir. Ida Lupino (1953) // "You guys are gonna die, that’s all. It’s just a question of when."

Office Killer dir. Cindy Sherman (1997) // "There now. He's a much more handsome boy."

Tigers Are Not Afraid dir. Issa López (2016) // "Bring him. To us. To where the dead wait for him."

Shin Godzilla dir. Hideaki Anno & Shinji Higuchi (2016) // "This is the reality. All else is just a dream."

Wolf's Hole dir. Věra Chytilová (1987) // "I'll tell on you! Monster! Pig!"

Saint Maud dir. Rose Glass (2020) // "Please don't let me fall again."

The Cursed Palace dir. Hasan Redha (1962) // "Do you see what money does? How it makes brothers eat one another's flesh?"

Dream Home dir. Pang Ho-cheung (2010) // "The market is extremely volatile, but the worst is yet to come."

Viy dir. Georgiy Kropachyov & Konstantin Ershov (1967) // "The devil take you and your wretched tongue."

Halloween dir. John Carpenter (1978) // "Death has come to your little town, Sheriff."

La Llorona dir. Jayro Bustamante (2019) // "She asked me not to drown."

Last Night in Soho dir. Edgar Wright (2021) // "I didn't want any of this."

The Invisible Man dir. James Whale (1933) // "I might even wreck a train or two... just these fingers around a signalman's throat, that's all."

The Wolf Man dir. George Waggner (1941) // "You policemen are always in such a hurry. As if dead men didn't have all eternity."

Blood Diner dir. Jackie Kong (1987) // "Seems like the work of pathological weirdos."

Antlers dir. Scott Cooper (2021) // "We found a part of a man in the woods today."

Single Episodes

The Simpsons - "Treehouse of Horror XXXII" (2021) // “Seeing all that horror and poverty makes me think... we should lower the corporate tax rate even further!"

Bob's Burgers - "The Pumpkinening" (2021) // "You live by the weird old candy, you die by the weird old candy."

[bookishreviewsblog]

Marissa Meyer: Renegades (Renegades #1) | Lara

Secret Identities. Extraordinary Powers. She wants vengeance. He wants justice.

The Renegades are a syndicate of prodigies — humans with extraordinary abilities — who emerged from the ruins of a crumbled society and established peace and order where chaos reigned. As champions of justice, they remain a symbol of hope and courage to everyone... except the villains they once overthrew.

Nova has a reason to hate the Renegades, and she is on a mission for vengeance. As she gets closer to her target, she meets Adrian, a Renegade boy who believes in justice — and in Nova. But Nova's allegiance is to a villain who has the power to end them both.

me, standing in my nightmare costume, drinking my fourth cup of coffee: guys we need to talk about Nova Artino

In Meyer's futuristic science-fiction novel superheroes meet politics and morale, yet when it all comes together, there is no right answer. I never thought I’d so thoroughly enjoy a book about superheroes, but here I stand, ready for more. I completely emerged myself in this world of self-righteous villains and questionable heroes, schemes and a community, in which one must take the matter in their own hands if they want to change things for the better.

“One cannot be brave who has no fear.”

Renegades are the order of superheroes who assumed themselves to overthrow Ace Anarchy and his villainous followers. In a society with no order and laws, people endured constant chaos and arbitrariness of the gangs. Renegades stopped Ace’s tyranny and restored the order in society with conventional laws and syndicate of prodigies, becoming nationwide heroes and inspiration for the entire society and future generations. Except, not everything’s perfect as those in charge want it to look like.

“There are many dangerous people in this world. but there are also many good people. Brave people. No matter how bad things get, we have to remember that. So long as there are heroes in this world, there's hope that tomorrow night might be better.”

The duality of perspectives brings out the adversity and complex setting of the heroes-villains dynamic. In a web of schemes and political pots, it may be a little harder to differ right from wrong. It’s the greyness that makes this book so great and enjoyable, the eternal debate of what measure of control is enough to stop chaos from erupting, but keep the people from losing the awareness. Superheros my save the world, but they also make it lazy. Meyer conceptualized her story with just enough action to move the plot, leaving a lot of space to think, to feel and to lose yourself in the character interactions.

There are no right answers to any of the questions I kept asking myself. Power is a tricky concept, one that has never found an answer* for - usually end up with those on the top hurting the least, yet I couldn’t stop thinking about Ace Anarchy, because - who put them in power in the first place? Why would prodigies get the right to make laws and for the rest of the world? If one is stronger, that automatically makes him fitter to rule, make laws of men? This book did a perfectly accurate portrayal of the balance that must exist between responsibility and power, intertwining the lesson with inspiring characters and uncovered rivalries.

Nova is Ace Anarchy’s niece, a prodigy taken under his wing after a gang called Roaches killed her entire family. She was raised on hatred, steering all her energy into training to become the instrument of Renegades’ destruction. She turned her pain and grief into determination, a ruthless and righteous fighter for revenge and everything she believes is right. Her character has woken so many emotions in me, finally, a poc heroine with steel in her veins and love in her heart, willing to learn and change for something she worked for.

The other side of the coin is Adrian Everhart. He is a son of the original Renegade – Lady Itominable but was adopted by Simon and Hugh (the leaders of the Renegades) after his mother died in the battle of Ace Anarchy. Adrian represents a contrast to Nova, a life she could never have, but still, the same things drew them together. I could really feel Adrian’s need to do better, his helplessness to help Max and exasperation in the system he has no impact on. Systems can be flawed, no matter how good people in it were, and sometimes believing in it may mean taking things in your own hands.

“Heroism wasn't about what you could do, it was about what you did. It was about who you saved when they needed saving.”

If you want to read a good, intriguing, inspirational and layered book with superheroes and beautiful characters I don't know what you're waiting for. I thought this was going to be just another YA fantasy I'd go through for the sake of reading, but Meyer managed to swipe me off my feet once more.

[vickysaurus]

"Those are the heads of the main nine covens. Each one excelled at a magic school like Glandus, St. Epiderm, and, of course, Hexside."

Some early bird cameos! I spot Darius, Eberwolf, Terra Snapdragon, and Adrian Greye. Notable by their absence is Raine, who wouldn't become coven head until season 2.

[35min]

genghis khan

                             ( imperial hcs | accepting )

does your muse consider themself a good person? 

            as we can see, lain went directly for the kill — yes and no. adrian is in part obsessed with morality — it’s been permeating through his personas since he first took up a mantle. it comes from a desire to inspire progress and usher humanity forward and the belief that to harm one’s fellow man only impedes this. it’s the whole reason why he started attacking crime: it rids evil, it helps people. the crux of this is responsibility of power: those with the ability to act and the means to are unexcused from working towards human unity. adrian doesn’t just do this, it’s the heart and soul of his character and informs the conflict. by this, he’s self-imagined as a good person, and to not act and simply wait as the world dies would be evil.               but he’s also not blind. the complexity of his character relies heavily on his utter self-awareness: he started turning sour when his idealism was broken down into facing the corruption of systems of power & the individuals therein, and it sent him on a spiral of introspection that ended in the ability to forgive utter atrocities in the name of good will. and this is what sparks his messianic complex in the first place: the sacrifice he makes is that of the worth of his own soul. adrian commits evil. adrian knows he commits evil, and even if it is for good, it’s still a sin — but it’s his  sin committed so the world may benefit from it, and no one else will have to do it.              he likes to think of himself as good. he reflects on the evil he’s done to the point of obsessing over it specifically. he wants to be good. he wants it all to have been worth it. he craves validation that he’s good, and it’s fine, and it worked out in the end and things are going to change for the better now, really. he’s desperate for it and he’ll drive himself mad making sure it’s true: because if he fails, or if it slips, then the weight of his sins will crush him and he’ll crumble over realizing that he’s become that which he’s sought to extinguish. and he knows it.  

how does this alter from reality?

             and that’s the issue: is he a good person? can you really say that? if we go by pure actions removed from context, he’s done equal amounts of good and explicit evil, he’s saved the same number ( or more! ) that he’s killed, and it’s saving beyond a one-time issue; it’s enacting positive global change. the world certainly sees him as good: he’s a philanthropist in the public’s eyes who’s responsible for ending famines, sending aid, solving the oil crisis, curing disease.  even taking the pure villainy into account: he’s still used the doomsday project to help break dazzling new frontiers in the realm of the hard sciences, even if that was used to murder millions of innocents. all the good he puts into the world is nullified by devastating evil; so it’s a bust.             if we go by intent, then he is, in fact, good: no matter what atrocity he commits, it’s done in the service of mankind and its future — until we realize that adrian’s equally scornful and bitter: what he does he’ll do because he’s the only one who can, and it’s not entirely a reflection of his narcissism; deep down, he looks down on humanity from his golden perch and wonders why no one else is doing anything, wonders why no one else can see the issues. every person has the potential, but no one’s doing anything, and his opinions on the general masses and their contented self-blinding let him serve to foil as rorschach a little too well.  condescension towards that you’re trying to save isn’t a good look, and it’s among his cardinal sins ( amongst the pride, which, though discounted for this exercise, is very real and present: he was drunk on pride until it, too, began to taste too bitter. )             if we go by written intent, it’s useless. the original text goes out of its way to leave adrian’s morality ambiguous, and i’m inclined to agree with that viewpoint. i don’t feel as if it’s something we should put objective judgement on: determining whether or not adrian is actually good is a moral dilemma that you can dissect and write dissertations on. where i leave him is an ethical greyness, so it’s good at least he has the self-awareness to note it — just with a bit less black than how i see it. 

[etoilesdephan]

Ubi sunt qui ante nos fuerunt? (Chapter 8: Efferno)

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Trigger warning: Dissociation, Sexual abuse/Non-con elements, homophobic slurs, general slurs, blood, violence!!!!!!

FOR THE SAKE OF THE PEOPLE WHO MAY BE UNABLE TO READ THIS CHAPTER DUE TO THE AMOUNT OF TRIGGERS IN IT: I will write a basic summary of the fic at the end of this chapter, so if you'd prefer to avoid any of the aforementioned themes but still know what happened in this chapter, scroll to the bottom of this chapter for the summary <3

He was floating.

His head was full of the medication that they had put him on and it was the closest to peace and inebriation that he had felt in what felt like an eternity. And perhaps he had been there for millenias, because there was no sense of time inside his skull, his movements felt foreign and the lights and sounds were just a jumbled mess that he was swimming through.

His chest felt too light and too heavy at the same time, his breathing felt too shallow, his thoughts were snails and he closed his eyes, unaware of the voice addressing him.

The next time he came to it again, it was a lot dimmer and his mouth was too dry. Grunting a little, his muscles sore, he turned over and it was then that the steps resonated in his mind and he looked up. A man in medical clothing was surveying him while Dan pushed himself upright, a little uncertain in his movements.

‘’What…’’  He began to question, but he didn’t finish, the memories returning quite swiftly. ‘’Panic--’’

‘’-- Attack, that is correct, how are you feeling now?’’ The man who Dan assumed to be prison’s local doctor took over the conversation with ease, bringing out a small light that was soon shone into Dan’s eyes and he felt the sting of the sudden change of brightness but it was gone before he could fully comprehend it.

‘’Fine. Sore…?’’ His response was automatic, voice as void of emotion as was his whole being. There was faintness in the muscles and he didn’t even bother attempting to push his hair aside though a particularly long curl was starting to fall into his eyes by now. His scalp ached faintly, but he didn’t question it, too familiar with his panic response and the tendency to pull at his hair subconsciously.

It had been so long since the last panic attack where he had blacked out or had required medicine to calm him down. Usually there was a pair of hands, a soothing voice, light touches that would grow to be a full on embrace and lithe fingers drawing calming circles on his spine. There would be the familiarity of the surroundings and the actual issue at hand would be something minor; usually a combination of things piling up for far too many months finally tipping over.

It had been forever since the last time he had felt like he was a prisoner of his own flesh, his soul screeching on the inside and filling his own head with noise for nobody else to ever hear.

It had been so long since he had felt that pulling himself physically apart would remedy the chaos.

‘’Do you feel like you can walk, return to your cell for the night?’’ he barely registered the question, but nodded, accepting the cup of water that had been offered to him and emptying it quickly, a cold dribble running down his chin and neck with some of the spilled droplets.

It was before he knew it that he was back in the cell, and the silence was heavy, a little awkwardness hanging in the air. Dan, however, was used to it by now.

It always felt like his cellmates weren't saying something.

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The calls and visits came and went, his parents and, eventually his brother, visiting. They worried, at first out loud, then - quietly, though Dan could see right through their calm and casual questions and attempts at small talk that involved bringing Dan up to date with random entertainment happenings and life things.

Lesters and others arrived, explaining the damage control done and the things that they had done to mend the mess that the media had caused. He politely responded and thanked accordingly.

He made calls, as always; it was a tradition that he nor wished nor dared to break. It was one of those moments of being in control, pressing the buttons, before it was all gone and he had to hope for the best when the voice on the other side spoke, most of the time - in Martyn's persona.

April had bled into May and May was wrapping up with ease. Dan, however, was all the same.

Bruises painted his body. Stoic or trained expressions kept his features exercised. Work kept him busy.

Nightmares were an earned punishment still, having exceeded most of the bloody shock, now lingering in every dream to taint the fondest of memories and the calmest of nights with a sudden change. The few times of pure blackness were a blessing that he didn't dare to appreciate consciously, were they to be taken away from him just like everything else he held close.

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“Hey fag, get out of my spot,” There was laughter and he would have squirmed at the slur if he hadn't yet gotten accustomed to hearing it.

Though a lot of damage was done outside the prison, Dan had soon become aware that as much had been done on the inside of it, too.

It had been a passing hiss in his direction when someone shoved him in the hallways (A form of violence that was the most popular, due to the easy nature to defend against any accusations if a guard was to notice it). It was the looks some of the men gave him in the showers, and the snickering about how he probably was getting off to what he saw there. It was how they went out of their way to make his life harder, pushing him out of familiar places and knocking things out of his reach.

Having lost his already non-existent appetite, he pushed up from his seat and emptied his tray in the trash, feeling eyes on him and noticed the few men speaking in something that sounded like mockery.

Dan, however, had grown numb to it. Just like the knuckles had hurt at first, so did the words, but soon enough it had become enough of a routine for him to just zone out or to let them sink so deep that they were buried in the void of his being. He zoned out of his own mind and body, just moving through the days with a trained facade of expressions, responses and movements.

Days and nights blurred together with ease at those moments, but Dan found solitude in that disconnection from the reality.

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“Happy birthday, honey,” She was as gentle as ever with her greetings, the genuine greeting mixing with the worried nature of the mother when they met a day after the 11th day of June had rolled around and disappeared into the blur of the days. Dan regarded her warmly, though there was a certain emptiness in his dark gaze and the smile didn't quite reach anything else but his lips.

“Thanks, mum,” He said as fondly as he could muster and his eyes trailed over to the next face. When did his father age so much? Dan couldn't remember seeing the creeping greyness in the man's hair before.

When did his brother become so holed up? They hadn't been super open to each other, but it felt like it had expanded from a lack of talking between the brothers to a coldness between his family members. Though they never said a word about it, he could see it, and there was a part of him, a jumbled mess of emotions that worried, that was angry, at them, at himself, at the law and situation. A part of him felt so helpless that his mind was beginning to slip again and the picture before his eyes felt less and less real with every passing moment but he clung to the reality with the remains of his will.

“How's grandma?” He tried to steer the conversation into a more familiar direction, to try and find some familial love still, to see that his mistakes hadn't tainted his whole family as terribly as he felt it had.

“She's well, and sending all of her love,” His mum began to speak, before Adrian budged in, a light laugh escaping the younger brother's lips “Keeps going on how she would kick all of the judges for throwing you in the harm's way. I think she would actually slap the lawyer if she'd ever meet him face to face again.”

Warmth poured into his bones a little and he leaned slightly closer to his brother, finding what he had been looking for, even if only a little bit of it ''Look out, grandma might actually pull out grandpa's hunting shotgun to go after them at this rate.''

Thankfully, his weak attempt to joke was well received and the air eased a little, the reality remained. His emotions, however, began to pressure his chest and the knot in his throat was becoming more prominent.

It was before the meeting was even over that he had slipped back into the familiar blurry fog again.

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There were some rare rays of sun flooding in through the window as Dan was scrubbing away at the shower floor, the action robotic in his weakened muscles, and it took a light jab at his ribs to finally realise that his inmate was trying to get his attention.

“You sure are absent-minded,” Rudy commented and that Cheshire-like smile was still gracing his lips, the pearl-whites clear in Dan's line of vision.

“What do you want?” He asked, and through it all he tried to look natural, rolling his eyes though the action made him feel unwell.

There was a certain degree of kinship that he had found in the odd prisoner. Though they failed to have proper communication, Rudy had still remained the one constant person in Dan's prison life that wasn't threatening, even through all the trouble. Sure, their conversation was usually very one-sided, Rudy rambling away about whatever was on his mind, jumping topics quicker than Dan could follow even if he tried and with Dan just listening, only nodding briefly once in awhile.

It was almost like he had a friend, though he didn't dare to call their kinship anything remotely close to that.

“A rug?” There was a lingering edge of laughter in the other man's voice, one that always seemed eerie to Dan but he had learned to accept it over the months.

“Can't you get it yourself?” Dan moved the mop as if to say I am kind of preoccupied here right now only to receive an unintelligible mutter back from the other man and Dan's lips bowed a little in a vague reminiscence of a smile. There was a kind of comfort in the minimal banter, and though it was a painful reminder of a fading voice, he still liked to imagine that it was Phil and not Rudy who turned the corner when Rudy found no rug in the cart and retreated to the supply cabinet. That the mop of black hair was not of a vaguely familiar persona but of someone he truly still loved.

He knew that Phil would never land himself locked behind the bars though. Though not exactly the angel that their fans had used to paint him, Dan knew that Phil was a good person and his mistakes were never quite as bad as Dan's.

A faint sigh fell from his lips and Dan turned back to his work, scrubbing at the floor and letting his mind wander off.

The last he had heard, there'd been no change, they said.

But there /had/ been a change, and it was in the voice that he had heard through the receiver; it was the sound of someone beginning to lose hope. Someone who struggled to stay positive and who was slowly starting to accept the worst probable outcome.

Dan had succumbed to tears that night. They hadn't fallen for a while, he couldn't will them to, but it took that little waver in Martyn's tone to tip Dan, and his pillow had still been moist in the morning when he woke up.

By now he had returned to that numb state, where he liked to think that nothing truly bothered him. Where a large gap had formed between him and the other inmates, enough to keep him safe, even if safety was a fake term, and the bruises on his skin were as fresh as those on his soul from the harsh words spoken.

There were silent steps behind him and Dan assumed Rudy's return, not bothering to turn around as he continued to scrub at an annoying spot on the floor, determined to at least succeed at this single task given to him today.

It took him a moment though, to realise that there was none of the usual muttering, and instead there were eyes on him.

“Can you stop staring?” He asked, turning to look over at the other man, but instead of meeting that Cheshire grin, he was met with the squared features of the man he'd come to learn was named Stanley. The same one whose knuckles he knew too well, whose voice was poisonous and thick, the same one who was usually there with his pals, but now stood too close to Dan on his own, yet no less threatening.

“Heard you like dick,” Though not a something that he hadn't heard before, Dan still felt a threat in the words and he gripped the mop tighter, holding it close to his body as if it could keep him safe.

“Bet you miss it, too,” Stanley took a step forward and, instinctively, Dan took one back. Though jokes were common, nobody had ever made Dan feel this threatened. The burning power and an unwelcome desire in the eyes that made Dan want to either hurl or run.

It was another step back that he realised that he was trapped against the corner of the showers, and for the first time in his stay in the prison, he truly missed Rudy's presence. “I have work to do,” He tried to tell the man off without a profanity in his mouth, a small part of him afraid to trigger the usual violence that he had come to accept, because something told him that it wouldn't be the only thing on the line now.

His words, however, were completely ignored and Dan felt trapped against the tiled corner when the man came too close. His frame was too large and seemed too immovable; it was like being trapped in a room with the walls closing in on him.

It was when the other leaned in too close, that Dan finally reacted, shoving the mop forward and using it as a leverage to push the other man away “Get OFF,” his throat felt raw as the anger bubbled up from within finally, so carefully buried for the past months, suddenly breaking through that numb facade.

His world faded to black then, for a moment, when a heavy fist collided with his face forcefully, and his knees buckled, ready to fall. But he never hit the floor, and instead he felt the tight grip on the front of his sweater, the fabric cutting into the sides of his neck painfully and he groaned, both in pain and the dizziness that was ringing in his head from the earlier impact. His temple was pulsing and he could already imagine the bruise that would soon appear on his skin, now visible to everyone.

“You really don't learn, do you? Fucking pain slut,” and before he knew it, he was yanked away from the wall only for his face to collide with the cool tiles soon after, body turned around, his cheek pressed flat against the tiles as his teeth clattered together painfully, the sound echoing inside his head unpleasantly. He felt the other man's body forced up close against his back, pinning him to the spot and there was that poisonously dripping tone hissing right into his ear again “How about I fuck that ass of yours, maybe you'll become more obedient when you've finally got a taste of a dick again, hm? I bet your stupid little boyfriend couldn't satisfy you enough.”

There were hands, foreign, rough and so very big, on his body, trailing over his sides, his hips. There was breath, hot and wet against the back of his neck.

He hated it.

So many memories had been tainted by his own mind with the help of the nightmares, now life had thrown in a real life reminder of how the sweetest moments could be turned sour so easily. How the things he associated with trust, love and gentleness could be ripped away from him so easily.

The hands were offending, groping around, having a taste of what could not be had so easily.

It was a moment of complete dread when Dan realised that a certain tightness against his body wasn't just the muscles pinning him down and instead there was a bulging in Stanley's pants that the other was too keen to press close against Dan, searching relief. Instantly, he squirmed, hands grabbing at everything that he could, and he dug his nails into the other man's thigh as tightly as he could when it was the only thing that he could grab onto.

There was a hiss of pain and the grip weakened for a moment, allowing Dan to draw in a breath.

He had to scream. He had to call for anyone to not let this happen.

Of all the things.

They could hit him. Call him names.

But he was not ready to give away the remains of his already fading dignity.

It was only a brief sound that he managed to make though, before a hand was clasped over his mouth and nose and his breath caught, eyes wide, and he tried to struggle when he felt the tug at his pants, the fairly loose fabric giving in easily.

He whimpered, breathlessly, against the hand, the lack of oxygen leaving him grasping around frantically for anything that he could use to free himself.

The feeling of hot, rigidly hard flesh against his glutes was not welcome and Dan's heart was going nuts, both, from the lack of oxygen and the absolute panic. He tried to push his hands against the wall, to try and leverage the much bigger man off from himself.

He felt too exposed, too vulnerable and he hated it and it pounded in his head with the bubbling mixture of anger and fright.

There was another hiss as their bodies came closer, but instead of dissatisfaction, Dan realised, it was one of pleasure, and a cold shiver ran down his back.

This couldn't be happening. So many things had been stripped from him, but he'd never expected that this would be part of the price that he would have to pay--

Suddenly, Stanley's loud yelling filled the showers, echoing painfully against the walls and the inside of Dan's pulsing head when the first initial sound had begun right next to his ear. But there was a blessing in the sound, too, because suddenly Stanley was pulled away, and his screeching swears were pronounced in, what seemed, pain.

Dan quickly pulled his at his trousers to pull them back on and turned to witness a scene that he'd only expected in some weird horror and thriller mix. Rudy had leapt on Stanley's back, arms around the large man, nails digging into Stanley's chest and his teeth had sunk into the taller man's shoulder.

He could see blood spilling from where the skin gave into the pressure of the teeth, and it made Dan freeze for a moment before Stanley backed into a wall, attempting to get rid of the smaller man attached to his back. It was when a pained yelp escaped Rudy's lips that the cold shiver was exchanged by the hot red flash that ran through Dan's body and suddenly his mind was blank.

There was only one thought.

And it was to hurt the man in front of him. For what he had done. For what he had attempted to do. For what he had said.

He launched forward, fists hitting everywhere they could reach, feeling the returned blows but numb to the pain, though his vision was losing clarity with every impact that sharply shot through his body, unnoticed by the rage-filled brain.

He didn't even realise when several guards had ran into the room, pulling the three men apart, and it was soon that Dan was thrown against the floor and held down, a knee pressing into his lower back painfully. He didn't struggle anymore then though, the numerous hits finally starting to resonate, and he moaned, lowly, the pain shooting through the entirety of his body and landing somewhere in the centre of his head.

It hurt.

It hurt so much.

His face was wet when his consciousness faded once again.

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CHAPTER SUMMARY: After the panic attack in the previous chapter, Dan awakens in the medical side of the prison, but is soon released back to his cell.

Dan begins to dissociate, finding it the best way to deal with the fading days filled with not only being punched now but also with the other prisoners calling him homophobic slurs and making jokes related, as well as by pushing him out of the familiar places in the prison, such as not letting him calmly finish his food etc.

His birthday comes and goes, his family visits as soon as possible, but Dan notices that there seems to be some distance between his parents and brother that hadn't been there before. This makes him both, angry and sad, because he doesn't remember things getting this bad.

One day Dan finds himself at shower cleaning duty with Rudy. Too distracted, Dan doesn't realise that Rudy has been trying to get his attention. Soon enough he gains it but they don't find the rug that Rudy has been looking for and Rudy leaves to find one.

Left alone, Dan reminisces of Phil privately and doesn't react much when he hears someone coming into the shadows, thinking it's Rudy. It's not, and Stanley corners Dan and attempts to take advantage of him and Dan struggles to try and not let him do it.

Thankfully, Rudy comes to the rescue, attacking Stanley from behind and therefore freeing Dan.

Dan blanks out in anger and the three get in a fight until several guards pull them apart. Having suffered a lot of blows, Dan, once again, blacks out.

[starsfic]

Prompt: Who’s the Sexier Coven Head, Darius? or Adrian?

“Ugh, this again?”

Hunter looked up from the flapjack cooking in the pan at Darius’s groan as his guardian stalked into the kitchen. “What? What is it?” He smacked Eberwolf’s hand away from the forming stack. Darius looked annoyed as he sat down at the table- he always did look annoyed, but he looked much more annoyed.

“Something stupid the royalists did, trying to glorify the covens.” Darius tapped something and the scroll in Hunter’s pocket dinged. He pulled it out with one hand as, with careful practice, he flipped the flapjack onto the stack. He turned off the stove as he tapped the link. “Some idiot made a poll.”

“Who’s the sexiest coven head?” Hunter raised a brow and scrolled down. “Between you and Greye?”

Darius nodded. “I wouldn’t be surprised if the twerp made it himself. He’s always been jealous of my good looks.” He made a spell circle and the syrup and powdered sugar drifted over to the table. Hunter made an appreciative noise as he walked over with the stack, setting it down. “Honestly, this is the best he can do?”

“I wonder what the results are?”

Eberwolf croaked something and Darius seemed to allow a small smile to form. He finally chuckled, using a fork to grab a few flapjacks. “Thank you, Eber, of course it would be me-”

Hunter tapped Darius’s face on the scroll and winced. “Greye’s in the lead, apparently.”

“...excuse me?”

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Chapter 2 - Highrock’s Defender

A cloaked man ran through the city of Highrock. Located about a day's journey outside of the city of Seaport. The town made its name as one of the 4 large towns of the empire. The streets were barren except for the cloaked spade. The only light cast by the moon as it hung directly over head. The spade seemed to be attempting to stay in the light as much as possible. All while sprinting towards an unknown location.

Decala Meraw sat alone in her small house in the market district of Highrock. The fireplace roared on the other side of the room. Occasionally a bit of fire would fly out of the fireplace towards Decala. Surrounded by purple-pink bubbles of energy she sat reading a spellbook. Inside each of the bubbles was a small piece of flame giving her light. Without windows the fire was her only source of light.

Decala was a diamond. Diamonds were rarer than the other suits in Cardovia, Being able to innately harness their soul into magical energy they were seen as a threat to the other suits. Diamonds would typically spend most of their life in hiding. Decala was an exception. She was the defender of highrock.

After the previous holder of the title had fallen to the shadow cult she had stepped up to fill the role. The people of Highrock didn't trust her enough to give her proper housing but let her continue her job without interference. Decala took a sip from her teacup and frowned. With a wave of her arms a bubble of fire made its way below the cup. Before she could finish reheating her tea she was startled by a knock at her door.

She quickly set her teacup and book down and slowly made her way towards the door. She opened her left palm and a pink ball of energy appeared in it. As she approached another series of frantic knocks echoed through her small abode. Decala slowly turned the handle reading her magic. As soon as the door was opened a crack a spades wearing a cloak burst through into the house and slammed the door shut behind him. Decala extinguished her energy ball and crossed her arms. “Barth… What are you doing here?” Decala asked.

Barth shushed her and made his way to the fireplace. Unslinging a bag from under his cloak he began to rummage through it. He pulled out a few candles and began to frantically light them and position them around the room. Once he seemed satisfied with his work he sat down on the floor between two of his candles and sighed.

“So are you going explain why you’re here?” Decale asked confused.

“Lowrocks gone deca… it’s all destroyed,” Barth responded dejectedly

Decala stood face aghast. Bartholomew Aitaka was the city defender of highrock. Each town in cardovia had a defender, one to protect the citizens from outside threats and sometimes (If the city was large enough) lead their army. She bent down and slumped herself down next to barth carefully avoiding his candles. Hesitantly reaching her arm out she rested it on his shoulder.

“I’m sorry barth,” Decala said. Bartholomew gave her a glance before standing up abruptly.

“Adrian is back Deca,” He announced while checking all the candles were still lit. Decala cursed under her breath. Neither of them knew what to say next. The silence hung over the room. The city began to awaken outside of decala’s shack. Though the moon still hung overhead the townsfolk began their days.

“I’m going to kill him,” Barth said. Decala glanced up at him with pleading eyes but said nothing. Despite her own feelings she knew that now wasn’t the time to argue.

“They call him the shadow diamond now... His practice of shadow magic has corrupted him, turned his red diamond as black as my spade” He said while pointing to his own head. He looked completely desperate for help. Searching decalas eyes he found nothing but pity. He turned around and folded his arms. Decala began to stand up to comfort him. As Decala stood she brushed against a candle. It wobbled back and forth before finally falling over. Extinguished.

Barth drew his weapon - two daggers attacked by a thin wire - and push Decala back. The small shadow of the extinguished candle seemed to wriggle and pulse. Seconds later the candles began to be extinguished one by one. The only thing breaking the darkness was the light emanating from the fireplace.

The shadows in the room began to coalesce into snake-like tendrils. Barth immediately grabbed the table in the center of the room and flipped it towards Decala and himself. In the same seconds the tendrils began to strike forward towards the pair and were met with nothing but wood.

“Damnit, he's here!” Barth shouted before throwing one end of the knife into the darkness. The tendrils began to retreat slightly as if in pain before beginning to assault the table in full force. The more they attacked the more the wood began to splinter and crack. With a deafening crack a small hole appeared in the table. A pure black mist began to ooze its way into the light. Everything spare a few particles of the mist was evaporated by the light of the fireplace. The shadows made a hissing noise as the light touched it. Barth yanked the cord attached to his dagger and it flew back into his hand. He ducked down back into cover as a tendril flew towards his head. The tendril hit the spot where Barths head used to be and shrieked as it turned into the same mist.

“We have to escape somehow! We can't fight it! ” Barth screamed over the sounds of wood being chipped away at. At some point the door had been knocked open and let in the nights darkness into the room.

“Barth I have an idea. Use your daggers to get to the door on my mark!” Decala shouted.

“Are you crazy he’ll kill us!” Barth responded. Before he could open his mouth again Decala had already gotten to work. Encapsulating fire from the fireplace in her magic she coated his daggers in the flames. She began collecting more fire into balls of energy and gave Bartholomew a nod.

Barth dashed out into the darkness slicing through tendrils with his daggers as he made his way towards the door. Decala began to move the fireballs into positions around the room. As the light began to pecker the room the tendrils began to fall back and grow less powerful. Barth arrived at the door to the room. The door was being pushed back by a torrent of darkness. Despite all his best efforts he couldn’t get the door to close. Barth angered by this began to cut into the torrent with both of his daggers. The shadows now being assaulted from all sides with light began to evaporate into mist and make horrible noises in pain.

As soon as the assault began the darkness began to retreat back into the city. The places in that weren’t being hit by light were bathed in a strange greyness. The absence of light or darkness. Decala ran to the doorway and gazed out into the town she swore to protect. The entire town was bathed in the same greyness. The darkness from the town was being sucked up into the air.

The darkness formed into a diamond. The diamond swirled and collapsed into itself before reforming. Two eyes and a mouth appeared on the diamond.

“Bring me your cities strongest defender! Or else I will kill you all as I did to Lowrock!” The cloud bellowed over the city. A single strand of darkness made its way towards Decalas shack.

“It’s ironic. How will you protect them when they are working to destroy you” The same voice said through the strand. The strand retreated into the sky as the city began their hunt.

“Adrian…” Decala said.

“Oh!” The voice sounded excited “Don’t even think about escaping!” as he spoke the darkness surround the city in a sphere. Nobody would get in or out. Decala and Bartholomew were trapped.

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[fictionz]

New Fiction 2021

Previously: 2020, 2019, 2018, 2017, 2016, 2015, 2014, 2013

2021: Jan, Feb, Mar, Apr, May, Jun, Jul, Aug, Sep, Oct, Nov, Dec

Short Stories

Jan - “The Night Face Up” by Julio Cortazar and Paul Blackburn (trans.) (1967)

Jan - “The Use of Force” by William Carlos Williams (1938)

Jan - “A Conversation from the Third Floor” by Mohamed Al Bisatie (2003)

Jan - “The Mexican” by Jack London (1911)

Jan - “Battles in the Desert” by Jose Emilio Pacheco (1980)

Jan - “Second Star to the Right…” by Judith and Garfield Reeves-Stevens (1999)

Jan - “First Steps” by Kristine Kathryn Rusch (1999)

Jan - “Dead Man's Hand” by Jeffrey Lang (1999)

Jan - “Old Souls” by Michael Jan Friedman (1999)

Jan - “Sins of the Mother” by S.D. Perry (1999)

Jan - “Infinity” by Susan Wright (1999)

Jan - “Allegro Ouroboros in D Minor” by S.D. Perry and Robert Simpson (1999)

Jan - “The Music Between the Notes” by Steven Barnes (1999)

Jan - “Reflections” by L.A. Graf (1999)

Jan - “…and straight on 'til morning” by Judith and Garfield Reeves-Stevens (1999)

Feb - “Time capsule found on the dead planet” by Margaret Atwood (2009)

Feb - “The Street” by H.P. Lovecraft (1920)

Feb - “The Crooked Man” by Charles Beaumont (1955)

Jun - “What Is Remembered” by Alice Munro (2001)

Jun - “Old Babes in the Wood” by Margaret Atwood (2021)

Jul - “Revisited, Part One” by Anonymous (2003)

Jul - “Ha'mara” by Kevin G. Summers (2003)

Jul - “The Orb of Opportunity” by Michael A. Martin and Andy Mangels (2003)

Jul - “Broken Oaths” by Keith R. A. DeCandido (2003)

Jul - “... Loved I Not Honor More” by Christopher L. Bennett (2003)

Jul - “Three Sides to Every Story” by Terri Osborne (2003)

Jul - “The Devil You Know” by Heather Jarman (2003)

Jul - “Foundlings” by Jeffrey Lang (2003)

Jul - “Chiaroscuro” by Geoffrey Thorne (2003)

Jul - “Face Value” by Una McCormack (2003)

Jul - “The Calling” by Andrew J. Robinson (2003)

Jul - “Revisited, Part Two” by Anonymous (2003)

Aug - “A Delicate Architecture” by Catherynne M. Valente (2010)

Oct - “Iqsinaqtutalik Piqtuq: The Haunted Blizzard” by Aviaq Johnston (2020)

Oct - “Uironda” by Luigi Musolino & James D. Jenkins (trans.) (2018)

Oct - “The Bloody Chamber” by Angela Carter (1979)

Oct - “Tree of the Forest Seven Bells Turns the World Round Midnight” by Sheree Renee Thomas (2016)

Oct - “The Remorse of Professor Panebianco” by Greye La Spina (1925)

Oct - “The House Party at Smoky Island” by Lucy Maud Montgomery (1935)

Oct - “Calcutta, Lord of Nerves” by Poppy Z. Brite (1992)

Oct - “Letter to a Young Lady in Paris” by Julio Cortazar (1951)

Oct - “The Pelican Bar” by Karen Joy Fowler (2009)

Oct - “Cargo” by E. Michael Lewis (2008)

Oct - “The Erl-King” by Elizabeth Hand (1998)

Oct - “Tlon, Uqbar, Orbis Tertius” by Jorge Luis Borges & Norman Thomas di Giovanni (trans.) (1940)

Oct - “The Show” by Priya Sharma (2011)

Oct - “Teratisms” by Kathe Koja (1991)

Oct - “Kerfol” by Edith Wharton (1916)

Oct - “Demon” by Joyce Carol Oates (1996)

Oct - “The Other Place” by Mary Gaitskill (2011)

Oct - “Absit” by Angelica Gorodischer & Amalia Gladhart (trans.) (2013)

Oct - “Guess” by Meg Elison (2020)

Oct - “Ghosts of August” by Gabriel Garcia Marquez (1980)

Oct - “Aura” by Carlos Fuentes & Adrian Ziegler (trans.) (1962)

Oct - “The Follower” by Nuzo Onoh (2014)

Oct - “The Death of Halpin Frayser” by Ambrose Bierce (1891)

Oct - “The Shadow” by Edith Nesbit (1905)

Oct - “The Story of Ming-Y” by Lafcadio Hearn (1887)

Oct - “Free Ride” by Cameron Morris & Nina Matsumoto (2016)

Oct - “What You Eat” by Alys Hobbs (2020)

Nov - “The Quiet Boy” by Nick Antosca (2019)

Novels

Feb - The Left Hand of Destiny, Book One by J.G. Hertzler & Jeffrey Lang (2003)

Feb - The Left Hand of Destiny, Book Two by J.G. Hertzler & Jeffrey Lang (2003)

Apr - A Stitch in Time by Andrew J. Robinson (2000)

Jun - Altered Egos by Kenneth Girard (1983)

Nov - Angels & Demons by Dan Brown (2000)

Nov - The Lost Symbol by Dan Brown (2009)

Dec - Inferno by Dan Brown (2013)

Dec - Origin by Dan Brown (2016)

Poems

Jan - “Guernica” by James Johnson Sweeney (1940)

Jan - “The Colonel” by Carolyn Forche (1978)

Jan - “The Diameter of the Bomb” by Yehuda Amichai (1979)

Jan - “Sonnet” by Yehuda Amichai (1958)

Jan - “1937? What did they tell you? Que te contaron? Ki konte ou?” by Julia Alvarez (2019)

Jan - “The Octopus” by Jose Emilio Pacheco (1985)

Feb - “Assembly Line” by Shu Ting (1992)

Feb - “Bride” by Maggie Smith (2020)

Feb - “Words Heard, By Accident, Over The Phone” by Sylvia Plath (1962)

Feb - “Diving into the Wreck” by Adrienne Rich (1973)

Oct - “Ammutseba Rising” by Ann K. Schwader (2015)

Comic Shorts/Single Issues

Jan - “The Girl In The Fields” by Abby Howard (2021)

Jan - “Mattress, Used” by Abby Howard (2021)

Jan - “The Boy From The Sea” by Abby Howard (2021)

Jan - “Our Lake Monster” by Abby Howard (2021)

Jan - “Kindred Spirits” by Abby Howard (2021)

Jun - “The Ghoul Man” by Jaime Hernandez (2002)

Jun - “Futon” by Junji Ito (2015)

Jun - “Wooden Spirit” by Junji Ito (2015)

Jun - “Tomio - Red Turtleneck” by Junji Ito (2015)

Jun - “Gentle Goodbye” by Junji Ito (2015)

Jul - “Dissection-chan” by Junji Ito (2015)

Jul - “Blackbird” by Junji Ito (2015)

Jul - “Magami Nanakuse” by Junji Ito (2015)

Jul - “Whispering Woman” by Junji Ito (2015)

Oct - “Heavy Fog” by Abby Howard (2021)

Oct - “Tatter Up!” by Graham Ingels (1955)

Oct - “Rasberry Surprise” by W. Maxwell Prince, Martin Morazzo, Chris O'Halloran, Good Old Neon (2018)

Oct - “Strung Along” by Richard Corben (2016)

Nov - “Mother Whale's Funeral” by Taishe (2021)

Nov - “The Suit” by Bad Space Comics (2021)

Dec - “Breaking the News” by Cosmignion (2021)

Graphic Novels/Trades

Feb - Saga of the Swamp Thing, Book One by Alan Moore, Stephen Bisette, John Totleben, Dan Day, Rick Veitch, Tatjana Wood, John Costanza, & Todd Klein (1984-1987)

Dec - Chew, Vol. 1: Taster's Choice by John Layman & Rob Guillory (2009) 

Short Games/Demos

Mar - “Berserker and Thumbnail Maker” dev. andretchen (2021)

Mar - “In the pines, in the pines, where the sun never shines” dev. Dead Idle Games (2019)

Jul - “Security Booth” dev. Kyle Horwood (2021) 

Video Games

Feb - Sayonara Wild Hearts dev. Simogo (2019)

Feb - Outer Wilds dev. Mobius Digital (2019)

Mar - West of Loathing dev. Asymmetric Publications (2017)

Mar - Sonic Mania dev. Christian Whitehead, PagodaWest Games, & Headcannon (2017)

Mar - Snatcher dev. Konami (1994)

Apr - Star Trek: Deep Space Nine - Crossroads of Time dev. Novotrade International (1995)

Apr - Star Trek: Deep Space Nine - Harbinger dev. Stormfront Studios (1996)

May - What Remains of Edith Finch dev. Giant Sparrow (2017)

May - Star Trek: Deep Space Nine - The Fallen dev. The Collective (2000)

Jun - If On A Winter's Night, Four Travelers dev. Dead Idle Games (2021)

Jul - Simply Mindy dev. Sexums (2016)

Aug - Mega Man 5 dev. Capcom (1992)

Aug - Psychonauts 2 dev. Double Fine Productions (2021)

Sep - The Curse of Monkey Island dev. LucasArts (1997)

Sep - Star Trek: Deep Space Nine - Dominion Wars dev. Gizmo Games (2001)

Oct - Silent Hill 2 dev. Konami Computer Entertainment Tokyo (2001)

Oct - Little Nightmares II dev. Tarsier Studios (2021)

Oct - Maneater dev. Tripwire Interactive (2020)

Oct - Twelve Minutes dev. Luis Antonio (2021)

Oct - Nightmare Collection: Dead of the Brain dev. FairyTale (1992)

Nov - NIER dev. Cavia (2010)

Dec - The Da Vinci Code: Light Puzzle dev. Impressionware (2006)

Dec - The Da Vinci Code: The Quest Begins dev. Sandcastle Studios, Inc. (2006)

Dec - Inferno: Journey Through Hell dev. Part IV (2016)

Dec - The Da Vinci Code: Helix dev. Sandcastle Studios, Inc. (2006)

Dec - Angels & Demons dev. Glu Mobile (2009)

Dec - The Da Vinci Code 3D dev. SouthEnd Interactive (2006)

Dec - The Da Vinci Code dev. The Collective (2006)

Plays

Feb - The Piano Lesson by August Wilson (1987)

Short Films

Jan - “How to Fish” dir. Jack Kinney (1942)

Jan - “Croissant de Triomphe” dir. Paul Rudish (2013)

Jan - “No Service” dir. Paul Rudish (2013)

Jan - “Yodelberg” dir. Aaron Springer (2013)

Jan - “New York Weenie” dir. Aaron Springer (2013)

Jan - “Tokyo Go” dir. Paul Rudish (2013)

Jan - “Stayin' Cool” dir. Dave Wasson (2013)

Feb - “The Legend of Beavis” dir. KhalidSMShahin (2021)

Mar - “Where's Ghislaine” dir. Molly Lambert (2020)

Mar - “Weirdos Go Shopping” dir. Carrie Brownstein (2016)

Apr - “Burrow” dir. Madeline Sharafian (2020)

Apr - “Genius Loci” dir. Adrien Merigeau (2019)

Apr - “Opera” dir. Erick Oh (2020)

Apr - “If anything happens I love you” dir. Will McCormack & Michael Govier (2020)

Apr - “Ja-Folkio” dir. Gísli Darri (2020)

Apr - “Kapaemahu” dir. Kanaka (2020)

Apr - “The Snail and the Whale” dir. Max Lang & Daniel Snaddon (2020)

Apr - “To: Gerard” dir. Taylor Meacham (2020)

Apr - “The Present” dir. Farah Nabulsi (2020)

Apr - “Feeling Through” dir. Doug Roland (2020)

Apr - “Two Distant Strangers” dir. Travon Free & Martin Desmond Roe (2020)

Apr - “Ayn Levana” dir. Tomer Shushan (2020)

Apr - “The Letter Room” dir. Elvira Lind (2020)

Apr - “Monsters in The Dark” dir. Apollonia Thomaier (2021)

Apr - “The Tell-Tale Heart” dir. Ted Parmelee (1953)

Apr - “Captain Yajima” dir. Worthikids (2021)

Jun - “Are You Lost in the World Like Me?” dir. Steve Cutts (2017)

Aug - “Little Runmo” dir. Gooseworx (2019)

Aug - “Three Robots” dir. Victor Maldonado & Alfredo Torres (2019)

Aug - “Beyond the Aquila Rift” dir. Leon Berelle, Dominique Boidin, Remi Kozyra, Maxime Luere (2019)

Aug - “Ice Age” dir. Tim Miller (2019)

Aug - “Sonnie's Edge” dir. Dave Wilson (2019)

Aug - “When the Yogurt Took Over” dir. Victor Maldonado & Alfredo Torres (2019)

Aug - “The Secret War” dir. Istvan Zorkoczy (2019)

Aug - “Sucker of Souls” dir. Owen Sullivan (2019)

Aug - “The Witness” dir. Alberto Mielgo (2019)

Aug - “Suits” dir. Franck Balson (2019)

Aug - “Good Hunting” dir. Oliver Thomas (2019)

Aug - “The Dump” dir. Javier Recio Gracia (2019)

Aug - “Shape-Shifters” dir. Gabriele Pennacchioli (2019)

Aug - “Fish Night” dir. Damian Nenow (2019)

Aug - “Helping Hand” dir. Jon Yeo (2019)

Aug - “Alternate Histories” dir. Victor Maldonado & Alfredo Torres (2019)

Aug - “Lucky 13” dir. Jerome Chen (2019)

Aug - “Blindspot” dir. Vitaliy Shushko (2019)

Aug - “Zima Blue” dir. Robert Valley (2019)

Sep - “Old Buck” dir. David James Armsby (2021)

Nov - “Ghost Castle” dir. Louie Zong (2021)

Nov - “Expectations” dir. Elena Rogova & Zhenia Pavlenko (2020)

Dec - “Little Fella Farms” dir. Alec Smith (2021)

Movies

Jan - Chef dir. Jon Favreau (2014)

Jan - The Old Guard dir. Gina Prince-Bythewood (2020)

Jan - Scott Pilgrim vs. the World dir. Edgar Wright (2010)

Jan - The Lovebirds dir. Michael Showalter (2020)

Jan - Creature from the Black Lagoon dir. Jack Arnold (1954)

Jan - The Midnight Sky dir. George Clooney (2020)

Jan - Promising Young Woman dir. Emerald Fennell (2020)

Jan - Wonder Woman 1984 dir. Patty Jenkins (2020)

Jan - The Little Things dir. John Lee Hancock (2021)

Feb - Psycho Goreman dir. Steven Kostanski (2021)

Feb - Judas and the Black Messiah dir. Shaka King (2021)

Feb - Willy's Wonderland dir. Kevin Lewis (2021)

Feb - Minari dir. Lee Isaac Chung (2020)

Feb - Nomadland dir. Chloe Zhao (2020)

Apr - The Pianist dir. Roman Polanski (2002)

Apr - The Journey of Natty Gann dir. Jeremy Kagan (1985)

Apr - Aeon Flux dir. Karyn Kusama (2005)

Apr - Lucky dir. Natasha Kermani (2021)

Apr - A New Leaf dir. Elaine May (1971)

Apr - The Dig dir. Simon Stone (2021)

Apr - Shipwrecked dir. Nils Gaup (1990)

Apr - Godzilla vs. Kong dir. Adam Wingard (2021)

Apr - Avalon dir. Mamoru Oshii (2001)

Apr - Nobody dir. Ilya Naishuller (2021)

Apr - The Fog dir. John Carpenter (1980)

Apr - Blood Simple dir. Joel Coen & Ethan Coen (1984)

Apr - Rango dir. Gore Verbinski (2011)

Apr - The Black Cauldron dir. Ted Berman & Richard Rich (1984)

Apr - Batman: The Killing Joke dir. Sam Liu (2016)

Apr - Tangled dir. Nathan Greno & Byron Howard (2010)

Apr - The SpongeBob Movie: Sponge on the Run dir. Tim Hill (2020)

Apr - Race for Your Life, Charlie Brown dir. Bill Melendez & Phil Roman (1977)

Apr - La Casa Lobo dir. Cristobal Leon & Joaquin Cocina (2018)

Apr - Seoul Station dir. Yeon Sang-ho (2016)

Apr - The Last Unicorn dir. Arthur Rankin Jr. & Jules Bass (1982)

Apr - Fantastic Planet dir. Rene Laloux (1973)

May - Bone Tomahawk dir. S. Craig Zahler (2015)

Jun - Fatherhood dir. Paul Weitz (2021)

Jun - Hachi: A Dog's Tale dir. Lasse Hallstrom (2009)

Jun - The Squid and the Whale dir. Noah Baumbach (2005)

Jul - Zola dir. Janicza Bravo (2021)

Jul - A Quiet Place Part II dir. John Krasinski (2021)

Jul - Black Widow dir. Cate Shortland (2021)

Jul - F9 dir. Justin Lin (2021)

Jul - Pig dir. Michael Sarnoski (2021)

Jul - Old dir. M. Night Shyamalan (2021)

Jul - Snake Eyes dir. Robert Schwentke (2021)

Jul - Jungle Cruise dir. Jaume Collet-Serra (2021)

Aug - The Green Knight dir. David Lowery (2021)

Aug - The Suicide Squad dir. James Gunn (2021)

Aug - Escape from Mogadishu dir. Ryoo Seung-wan (2021)

Aug - Free Guy dir. Shawn Levy (2021)

Aug - Don't Breathe 2 dir. Rodo Sayagues (2021)

Aug - The Night House dir. David Bruckner (2021)

Aug - The Protege dir. Martin Campbell (2021)

Aug - Reminiscence dir. Lisa Joy (2021)

Sep - Candyman dir. Nia DaCosta (2021)

Sep - Shang-Chi and the Legend of the Ten Rings dir. Destin Daniel Cretton (2021)

Sep - Malignant dir. James Wan (2021)

Sep - Copshop dir. Joe Carnahan (2021)

Sep - The Card Counter dir. Paul Schrader (2021)

Sep - Carrie dir. Brian De Palma (1976)

Oct - The Babysitter dir. McG (2017)

Oct - Dracula dir. Tod Browning & Karl Freund (1931)

Oct - Venom: Let There Be Carnage dir. Andy Serkis (2021)

Oct - Titane dir. Julia Ducournau (2021)

Oct - Frankenweenie dir. Tim Burton (2012)

Oct - Gretel & Hansel dir. Oz Perkins (2020)

Oct - Deep Red dir. Dario Argento (1975)

Oct - LandLocked dir. Paul Owens (2021)

Oct - The Lure dir. Agnieszka Smoczynska (2015)

Oct - Lamb dir. Valdimar Johannsson (2021)

Oct - Population 436 dir. Michelle MacLaren (2006)

Oct - Pet Sematary Two dir. Mary Lambert (1992)

Oct - The Slumber Party Massacre dir. Amy Holden Jones (1982)

Oct - Messiah of Evil dir. Willard Huyck & Gloria Katz (1973)

Oct - Track of the Vampire (aka Blood Bath) dir. Jack Hill & Stephanie Rothman (1966)

Oct - Halloween Kills dir. David Gordon Green (2021)

Oct - The Hitch-Hiker dir. Ida Lupino (1953)

Oct - Office Killer dir. Cindy Sherman (1997)

Oct - Tigers Are Not Afraid dir. Issa Lopez (2016)

Oct - Shin Godzilla dir. Hideaki Anno & Shinji Higuchi (2016)

Oct - Wolf's Hole dir. Vera Chytilova (1987)

Oct - Saint Maud dir. Rose Glass (2020)

Oct - The Cursed Palace dir. Hasan Redha (1962)

Oct - Dream Home dir. Pang Ho-cheung (2010)

Oct - Viy dir. Georgiy Kropachyov & Konstantin Ershov (1967)

Oct - Halloween dir. John Carpenter (1978)

Oct - La Llorona dir. Jayro Bustamante (2019)

Oct - Last Night in Soho dir. Edgar Wright (2021)

Oct - The Invisible Man dir. James Whale (1933)

Oct - The Wolf Man dir. George Waggner (1941)

Oct - Blood Diner dir. Jackie Kong (1987)

Oct - Antlers dir. Scott Cooper (2021)

Nov - No Time to Die dir. Cary Joji Fukunaga (2021)

Nov - Dune dir. Denis Villeneuve (2021)

Nov - The French Dispatch dir. Wes Anderson (2021)

Nov - Eternals dir. Chloe Zhao (2021)

Nov - Ghostbusters: Afterlife dir. Jason Reitman (2021)

Nov - Resident Evil: Welcome to Raccoon City dir. Johannes Roberts (2021)

Dec - House of Gucci dir. Ridley Scott (2021)

Dec - Looper dir. Rian Johnson (2012)

Dec - King Arthur: Legend of the Sword dir. Guy Ritchie (2017)

Dec - Spider-Man: No Way Home dir. Jon Watts (2021)

Dec - Midnight Run dir. Martin Brest (1988)

Dec - Encanto dir. Byron Howard, Jared Bush, & Charise Castro Smith (2021)

Dec - El Camino Christmas dir. David E. Talbert (2017)

Dec - The Matrix Resurrections dir. Lana Wachowski (2021)

Dec - Don't Look Up dir. Adam McKay (2021)

Dec - Nightmare Alley dir. Guillermo del Toro (2021)

TV Episodes

Feb - The Simpsons - “Mr. Spritz Goes to Washington” (2003)

Feb - The Simpsons - “C.E. D'oh” (2003)

Jun - La Rosa de Guadalupe - “Cachito de loteria” (2018)

Jun - Dr. Candido Perez - “El premio y el tesorito” (2021)

Aug - Star Trek: Lower Decks - “Strange Energies” (2021)

Oct - The Simpsons  - “Treehouse of Horror XXXII” (2021)

Oct - Bob's Burgers - “The Pumpkinening” (2021)

Nov - Star Trek Continues - “Pilgrim of Eternity” (2013)

Nov - Star Trek Continues - “Lolani” (2014)

Nov - Star Trek Continues - “Fairest of Them All” (2014)

Dec - Vencer el pasado - “Lo que nos define ante los demas” (2021)

Dec - La desalmada - “El hijo que espera Isabela es mio” (2021)

Dec - La Rosa de Guadalupe - “La vendedora de ilusiones” (2021)

TV Series

Jan - The Queen's Gambit (2020)

Jan - The Boys - Seasons 1 & 2 (2019-2020)

Jan - Hunters - Season 1 (2020)

Jan - The Mandalorian - Season 2 (2020)

Jan - Cobra Kai - Seasons 1-3 (2018-2019, 2021)

Jan - Virgin River - Seasons 1 & 2 (2019-2020)

Feb - Fleabag - Series 1 & 2 (2016, 2019)

Feb - Undone (2019)

Mar - WandaVision (2021)

Apr - The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (2021)

Aug - Star Trek: Discovery - Season 3 (2020)

Aug - Star Trek: Lower Decks - Season 1 (2020)

Aug - Loki (2021)

Aug - Star Wars: The Bad Batch (2021)

Nov - The Young Indiana Jones Chronicles (1992-1996)

Dec - Hawkeye (2021)

Dec - The Lost Symbol (2021)