#dark curse norman

[abandonedtelevision]

what if I was lost forever? I was part of the machine it'd twist me and drown me and shift me and ground me turn me into a freak I'd be downright angry where was Sammy? he left me to die in a ditch where was Wally Franks Norman, Grant, Lacie Jack Fain, and that Allison, what a witch think I've gone a bit crazy alone in the dark the machine's favorite idol it pulls me apart puts me together again with more ink like a monstrous angel shapeless slug that can't think I remember the days the band used to play you bumbling traitors you left me astray but now Alice is loose and I've got one thing to say: I'm coming for you and you're all gonna pay

[dangoarts]

rediscovered a banger shading brush i should play around with it some more

i think it would be super hilarious if sammy was ace and had 3 different people crushing on him

[lovelykhaleesiii]

Brains & Barbie!

PAIRING: Michael Gavey x fem!BIMBO!Reader

WORDS: 1,515.

SUMMARY: Polar opposites attract right? It’s science. Who knew you would fall so helplessly in love with the math geek of the century…

WARNINGS: female receiving (fingering), swearing, degradation kink, some praise kink, edging, cum play, p in v sexual intercourse, swearing.

A/N - it has been a hot minute since I wrote for an Ewan character, so forgive me I’m a little rusty.

this fic is dedicated to my soul sister @sahvlren as it was her bday recently, and she requested this specifically. I love you so very much, and am so thankful to have you as my dearest friend, boo. one day we shall meet, but for now we get freaky online! enjoy xoxox

+++ in light of the recent drama unfolding in this hellsite, I thought some good ole' smut would do no harm, right?

forgive me I shall edit this properly, but I must sleep for my night shift lol

You weren't exactly the perfect pair to exist, nor would any like minded person think it best to put you two together in a roo, let alone become intimate. And yet, so effortlessly you both meshed rather well...Michael, your "Norman No Mates" boyfriend [as he enjoyed putting it], was quite a mathematical genius. His family were somewhat stable and well off, however, he rejoiced in the idea that he worked his way into the academy, where as your situation was quite the opposite. Your father had attended Oxford and graduated, as did your grandfather, who also sponsored and funded many of its restorations and renovations. The ancient establishment owed many of its complexes to your family name, and hence, granted you a position in their literature field, warranted you did try to maintain your grades above a credit average, trimming it with a pass even...

You had tipsily stumbled upon Michael at some college party: he stood by some dark corner, a drink in hand and the other in his pocket, before you had ignorantly walked into him, mindless to your surroundings from intoxication. You had either gone to refill your drink or was seeking the bathroom [you struggle to remember the fine details of the night you had met], laughing obnoxiously at some joke your friend had uttered, before walking into the man that would ultimately make you weak in your knees.

"S-Sorry-" You softly slurred, spilling your drink on the floor, a droplet landing on your heel.

At first it sounded as though an apparent swear seemingly seethed between his curved lips, halting himself before cursing you further, as he adjusted his thin framed spectacles, marvelling at you.

"Y-You alright, love?"

The next thing you knew, you found yourself hot and heavy, heated bodies, grinding against one another, as Michael teased and etched his impressively long cock, at your silky folds. His mouth latched to your unmissable cleavage, as he suckled on your breasts like a new born babe to its mother's teat.

No man had ever made you feel more desired, and yet a fool at his beck and call. He uttered despicable taunts and jabs at you, whilst simultaneously, worshipping the ground you strut on.

"The sluttiest girl on campus just couldn't resist the cock of a geek, huh? Making her even more stupid than she is, look at you... Pathetic baby."

His words stung a compelling sensation, and yet you craved for more of his undivided attention. And seemingly, Michael granted you every fathomable bit he could muster. You were the girl beyond his dreams, needless to say, he never thought he even stood a chance with any girl, of that matter. And he as a man, beyond your tastes. However, the tension was palpable between you two, the chemistry undeniable.

You often found yourself unwittingly seeking his company, even risking your privilege in the confines of his dorm...

"How long left, Mikey. I'm s'bored!" You whinge, as you fidget and reposition yourself sprawled on your boyfriend's single-sized bed. Flinging your flip phone to the side, without a care for consequences [your parents would simply purchase a new one for you]. Despite being in somewhat sheerly covered attire, your ass cheeks just peaking through beneath your skirt, Michael barely felt the temptation to see [if he was even aware of your current outfit].

"Wait. Need to finish this equation."

His stern, unwavering voice and unfazed focus ontp the paper and textbooks before him, made your eyes roll with such annoyance, defeatedly sighing. The repetitive sound of his pencil thudding at his head, and your rhythmical humming, filled the silent void.

"Ugh- Michael, you should have just told me to not come- There was a party, I could have been at—"

"Do you not have an essay due by the end of the week?"

You contemplate for a few, solid seconds, before realising there was truth to his words. You did have an assignment due in the imminent days to come, and you had yet to begin.

"W-Well, yes... But I was hoping you would help me, handsome."

"Is that so?"

His attention still remained down, fixated on the text before him, yet his tone elevated, intrigue plaguing his words.

"I-I mean I'll still write it out, y-you just need to guide me—”

Swiftly he swivelled his entire body in the desk-top chair to turn unto you, a cheeky grin plastered across his chiselled face.

"Baby, you can barely do your times-tables, you think you can write an whole essay? Adorable..."

"But I sure know how to fuck you good. What man of your calibre can have a girl like me, say that to a man like you, huh?"

A darkness tinged in his piercing blue orbs, intently watching your every move and gesture, as he notices your hand hovering between your thighs, before disappearing beneath the short, skimpy skirt.

"Mhmm—"

Your thoughtless moans began to echo between the confined blank walls of the dorm, squirming against the neatly folded fabrics of the bed.

"And what do you think you're doing, exactly?"

Two digits continued to delve deeper between your folds, drawing slow, circular motions as your thumb remained rubbing at your clit. You had been biting your lips, only to release a moan, as you intended to respond obediently.

"M-My boyfriend's a bore, s-so I'm t-taking matters into m-my own h-hands—"

"Is that so?"

Without so much as a warning, a force pried your hands out from beneath your walls, your wetness coating your fingers and knuckles, glistening in the dim light. Within a few seconds, the emptiness between your legs vanished, as a rougher, more sizeable host embedded itself between your velvet folds.

With roughness, and vastly more pace, Michael's lengthy, slim digits began to etch deeper and deeper inside of you, pumping his fist in and out of you, as his other hand laid to rest against the mattress, propping him upright. Your hands immediately laid at your sides, firmly clenching the quilt between for some steadiness.

"Does my little slut have no patience? Brain to numb to think, she just wants to be fucked all the time, huh?"

"Y-Yes—"

Just as your ecstatic cries and moans grew more frequent, Michael's breathing sounded heavier, feeling your warm wetness making a mess all along his hands and the crevices of your entrance.

"This slut could've bent over to anyone. No-No, but she did for me, yeah? So needy for cock, she didn't even learn her times tables, huh?"

"I-I need you, M-Mikey—"

A third long digit shoved itself deeper into your tight hole, panting beneath your grip as you felt yourself fervently clench around him.

"That's right, princess. You need me. No man is worthy of this pretty cunt of yours, I earned it."

As you felt yourself progressively lose all your senses. gaining traction to the heat stirring below, Michael's sudden release felt cathartic. Watching him lick and lap every inch of your wetness lingering over his hand, made you feel delectable. Your lustful eyes searched below, for a fleeting second, you caught the growing commotion in his pants, as the bulge was evident, its shadow against the restricted fabric. As he tasted the last drop, a snarky smirk expanded across his handsome face, before beginning to unbelt and unbutton his beige trousers.

"C'mon princess, spread those legs like you always do, like you were born to do. Such a fucking whore, that's all you were meant for. Meant for me."

Aligning himself so effortlessly perfect against your, his reddened tip blushed against your sight, teasing your silky folds. His veins throbbed with excitement, almost palpable between your sensitive entrance, its length girth suddenly plunging itself ever so slowly inside of you.

With a first, rough shove, delving himself completely inside of you, his balls hitting at your rear, an escape of a low grunt vibrated against his lips, that remained hovering over your soft skin. Michael kept himself steadily propped atop of you: with each thrust, equally time and paced, his weight began to drop over you, applying the pressure down from above with his cock inside of you.

"The most perfect cunt, for the most perfect girl. And it's mine."

"M-Michael—"

"S-Stastically we a-are an anomaly, b-but my princess f-found me, like a good girl—”

“A-Anomaly?"

A deep, growling chuckle escaped his lips, his pace growing sloppier as he attempted to articulate: despite Michael having you weak in the knees in bed, he was still somewhat new at the act of sex. Struggling to juggle with the need to fuck and the need to explain, his lean, tall figure cowering over you, his eyes shut with ecstasy momentarily, before opening to glare and marvel at you breathlessly. Your lips latched onto his neck and collarbones in between your moans, intently sucking at his tender flesh, desperate to taste him, to leave remnants of your physical love, strewed across his body. Desperate to savour every inch of him.

"An odd couple, baby. B-But you take me so fucking well—"

"Mhmm—"

"There's no going back now, Princess..."

credit for divider - @/prettypixels-love

[starshipsofstarlord]

Sleepless

Summary -> On the farm, you struggle to fall asleep due to all the things that you know that surround you, from the walkers in the barn to Shane. The only thing that can make you feel any comfort is Daryl (1.4k)

Warnings -> harassment, angst, fluff, manipulation, mention of death, fighting, swearing

daryl dixon / norman reedus works masterlist

No matter how many times you had attempted to fall asleep, it was nearly impossible. You and the group that you had found in Atlanta had set up camp on the Greene's farm, everything seemed too good to be true, and that is exactly what it was.

Glenn had told you about the captive walkers that were held up in the barn, and it was only a matter of time until Shane with his explosive temper took control of the situation. It was better when you didn't know about the holding cell for the dead, but there was nothing that you could do to erase the cursed knowledge from your brain.

It was easier to stay awake, and so you sat beside the small fire that was throwing heat at you, whilst your comrades had already retreated to their tents. The snap of a twig alerted your ears to the presence of another, and instantaneously you were on defence, grasping your knife from the loop of your weaponry belt in the grip of your hand.

A part of you hoped that it was Daryl whom had been so cooped up with finding the whereabouts of Sophia, which made yo love him even more, however your luck dwindled when you saw who it was.

It was a boulder of a man that had changed a lot from the time that you had met him, his eyes were dark and dangerous as he headed towards you, some kind of intent in his unfaltering steps.

"Couldn't sleep either?" You asked Shane, loosening your grip on the sharp object in your hand but refusing to let it go. He grunted a reply and a stiff nod in relation to your enquiry, sitting close next to you, which made your bones stiffen. Since his best friend Rick Grimes had made a return into his life, it was as though a switch had been switched in that mind of his.

You tried not to think of his tale of how Otis had supposedly sacrificed himself either, as you among others had suspicions that he hadn't quite told you all the truth. "Something like that." He spoke. You'd never had much interaction with the man since he founded the old camp for you and the other survivors, unless you were killing walkers together or occasionally assigned to check the perimeter, however Daryl had always reminded you to be careful.

Shane may have been on the same journey as the rest of you, but he'd become more damaged through your journey to live so far. "At least there's some stars to watch, I loved looking up at them as a kid. Now the worlds gone to shit, but that is one of the only things that has't changed." It felt strange having a conversation so light hearted with the man, but it was just to bide time in your eyes until morning arose.

"Can't say the same about your taste in men - after all you're dating that redneck that is lost in the thought that he'll actually find the girl out there. I'm sure before all this you had some kind of self respect." He scoffed, which. Only made you shoot a glare at him which was equally matched with one of his own. But you knew not to retaliate, for your own protection, not after how he had hurt Lori as she had told you in secrecy.

"I think I'm tired after all." You gritted out from behind your teeth, going to stand until Shane followed you, grasping your elbow with a vice grip that would no doubt leave a bruise upon your flesh. "Shame, let go. This isn't you." This was exactly him, the cold shell of a person that he had become from the horrible things that he had bore and witnessed. Your voice had been sharp, a warning if he knew what was best for him. He'd always been smart with his sneaky actions, but the bitter scent of whisky that blew in your face told you that he wasn't in his usual solitary mind.

"Why should I? So you can go back to a man that you're too good for and cares more about a child and his dead brother than you?" That was the last straw, you couldn't let him wrap your mind in a bubble of lies about Daryl for a single second, so you raised your right hand and butted him in the nose with the dull end of your knife, causing the man to stumble back. But he still refused to retract his hand, he pulled you closer, snarling in your face.

"Shane, stop!" You yelled, hoping that someone would hear you. As he dragged you back towards the fire that now felt anything but warm to you, you rammed your boot into his shin, taking his moment of weakness to raise your blade against his throat, taking advantage of his vulnerable and slightly bent form. "You really think that doing your own thing, causing conflict and rumours is the right thing. Then shame on you. You threaten me, or slander my man again, I'll feed you to the walkers in that barn myself."

With that he finally released you, feeling an inkling of regret for the first time in months, allowing you to stroll away and back to your tent. No one had heard you, Daryl was out cold, no doubt exhausted from his endless searching. Maybe he really did care about the dead and lost more than he did you, you zipped the tent up, careful as to not wake the man in your blankets, as you curled up in the corner and rested your head upon your knees, allowing the tears to fall behind the barricade of your legs.

But even if Daryl were tired, and he hadn't heard your loud words to Shane, as it had been farther out by the cars, he definitely heard your broken sobs that you attempted to mute. He shuffled in the sleeping bag, sitting up right and searching his surroundings, until his eyes finally landed on you. In a panicked haze he slipped beside you, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and pulled your head up so he could see your face. "Wha' happened?" He asked, desperately wanting to find the reason behind your pain.

"Shane, he-he.." Oh god no, Daryl thought. His blue orbs ran all over you until he saw the sore spot between your upper and lower arm, anger fuelling him into an awakened state. "He grabbed me, and I was this close to slitting his throat. I was okay with doing it, I just didn't want us to get kicked out from here - we'd die out there. And I don't want to die but Shane's gonna kill all of us." Daryl held you rather than hunting down the man that had caused you so much sorrow, as much as he wanted to, you were more important.

"Look a' me. You didn't do anything wrong, you defended yourself," he tucked your hair behind your ear, pressing a kiss to your forehead, "we should tell Rick in the morning. He's a loose cannon and if he's coming after our own, it's not just that barn we have to be wary of." That damn barn was the last of your worries now, you were turning on each other, stupidly enough when you'd found a place safer than others to reside in. "And I'll deal with Shane. No one touches ma girl." He stated, seriousness underlaying his tone.

"I love you Daryl." You hiccuped, brushing the droplets from beneath your eyes, desperately looking up at him. Everything Shane said was a lie, it was just another one of his many ploys to have everyone under his thumb, just like how he persuaded Andrea to stand beside him in some of his brash decisions. He fed off her pain from losing Amy, and he was a wolf in sheep's clothing, prowling around and hunting for his next prey. Tonight it so happened to be you.

"Love you more." He leant down, smouldering your lips with his own, gently cupping your face. "We'll get Herschel to check your arm when he's awake, right now you need to rest. And if you want to sit outside and look at the stars, you wake me, ya got it?" You nodded, laying your head on his chest and the rest of your body weight atop of him, until you finally drifted off. And for once you didn't have a nightmare, instead you saw nothing, which was a blessing in disguise, the real blessing however were that you and Daryl were still alive, and you had each other for as long as you both breathed.

[hybbart]

What are magical Lizzie and magical jimmy’s powers and do their powers change with their outfits? What are the microphones for?

what do they fight or work towards in the au?

Well, it's funny that someone mentioned hirogaru precure in the notes first of all because the hirogaru transformation is the one I use in my head for theirs.

Anyways way too much info below

The Enchanter Wands are their transformation and final attack items, its day to day form is a pen probably. (This is where I show I thought too much about this) the paw on the front has three toe bean buttons and those control which mode they transform into and then press the heart in the centre while saying which mode into tbe microphone. The little coloured lights along it light up one by one during this cause all the best transformation toys do. And of course, the ribbon is moulded plastic like the rest of it. I'm awful at designing wands and toys alike but I think I did a good job of making something that meets the typical standards for the transformation trinket while making it stick out just enough to seem like it was designed first.

Anyways they're music themed! Just like my old art. They're Magical Enchanter Jimmy and Magical Enchanter Lizzie, because they're semi-idol magical girls so they sing, but I went with chanter because chanter is also french and it's not magical girls without random french. And enchanter makes it magical and a reference to minecraft. Magical is redundant but it rolls off the tongue. Also the abbreviation would be Macha rather than Maen or Maencha, just cause its cuter and be a similar pun to Precure.

Their transformation modes are as followed:

Cod Cajun and Axolotl Shanty. Aka their aqua forms they can breathe water and swim with these forms and their attacks are nature and water themed and magic oriented. They also let them create objects.

Cow Folk and Cat Carol. Aka their land forms, these ones have super strength more than the others and are defence oriented. They use fire and earth themed attacks. They also can make shields.

Canary Blues and Butterfly Ballad. Aka their sky forms. They can fly and have superspeed with theae forms. They're fragile but powerful. They use wind and light themed attacks. They also let them use disguises.

All the forms have about average strength, speed, jumping ability, and fighting ability like your typical combat magical girl, and they can also talk to animals. Jimmy also has super hearing while Lizzie's voice can travel long distances.

They're regular siblings who just love karaoke until their singing attracts the very distressed faeries, Norman and Joel, to them. They need help defeating The Silencer (Martyn) who attacked the Harmony Kingdom and stole the citizens' ability to connect. The seablings are heavily music themed but the overall theme is the arts and communication.

His henchmen are Tango, Cleo, and Shubble, all former citizens of the Harmony Kingdom brainwashed through their individual difficulties communicating. The daily baddies are manifestations of people's lonelines. The Harmony King is also Ren, who's been put into a great depressive slumber on his throne. Oli and Joe are also there somewhere too, but no one knows what's up with them.

Later they're joined by Katherine, the princess of the Harmony Kingdom who has a sewing and fashion theme who is very sociable but has a curse that turns her into the Dark Enchanter, who got brainwashed trying to save her faerie friend Shubble. And Pearl, a strange upperclassmen they meet in a gallery who has a sculpting and art theme who uses technical/scientific knowledge like redstone to enhance her art (cause the very first thing I would do if I was ever given a children's series to work onis subvert the performer-technician dichotomy trope since its my least favourite thing).

Both have their own unique trinkets of a makeup case and stamp palette, and their faeries are Shubble and Tango after they've been defeated and turned back to thwir faerie forms.

Jimmy and Lizzie's story is largely about them drifting apart after their parents divorce and they grew up going to separate schools, and reconnecting with one another through their shared love of singing and cute animals.

I think they would also all join theatre club together, as a way for them all to show off their talents. Lizzie is already part of her music club at the start but wants to switch to theatre because it better suits her passions (but isn't as respectable), and Jimmy is a bit more aimless, constantly getting in trouble and being bullied, and joins to make friends. Katherine and Pearl later join also in as the costuming and set design department. The teachers are oddly familiar...

[yuniiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiie]

Motel , (1/1)

Norman was only ever my colleague starting to work in the bates motel with him ever since i lost my job, i always found him to be a sweet guy, he always made my day even if he was strange.

Y/n’s eyes roamed over the motel and it’s lobby. “Shift today,” she mumbled to herself, “Y/n?” I heard Norman, i turned around and smiled at the male. “Good morning Norman.” I politely greeted, he smiled back just as, “We have the same duty for today.”

I looked up at Norman, nodding at the dark haired man, wrapping my apron around me when we made it downstairs. “It’s fun making coffee for a bunch of people, hopefully i don’t burn my hand.” I chuckled softly, easing any unwanted awkward tension between us both.

I recalled the day i first met Norman before when he let me into the motel being in the shivering cold, only to end up working here with Norman ever since.

“You know - i ran the motel alone for a long while..” Norman spoke, it made you feel a bit bad. No one liked being lonely after all. “Why? Is it because it’s a bit far from town or..?” “No not - that.” He muttered, rubbing a hand against the back of his neck as he thought, “You know i just really wnjoy your company.” I felt a bit shy as he stated, i tucked my bangs behind my ears. “You do?” Y/n spoke.

He nodded softly, confirming her and his words reassuring. He looked down, he felt embarassed. But he’d wanted to confess to her. Badly, but he never had a chance to do that. Ever. Not with how much stayers here or visitors flirted with her all the time made his blood boil, it took out alot from him not to attack them afterwards. But she’d only think he was a monster, and he loved y/n. He didn’t her to be scared of him. No, they were supposed to be in love.

It was how it worked in his own mind,”Hey,” One of the people who stayed here showed up to the counter. By then orders began to fill up both Norman and Y/n,

He was so absent minded he bumped into another person, “i’m so sorry -“ “What the fuck is your problem?!” The man groaned loudly, clearly impolite.

The curse had alot turn to stare, y/n staring herself. “What’s going on here?” She placed down the tray and walked over to be beside Norman. “What the hell is your problem, you’re really impolite.” Y/n quipped quickly, stepping up to the rude man. “It isn’t my fault for this loser not watching where he’s going bitch-“

The man exclaimed. His hand tightening around her wrist, her eyes grew frantic. Norman clenched his fists in anger, “Let her go.” The man turned around, Norman reached into his pocket slowly, his hand shook. He couldn’t do this. Not infront of her

“What are you going to do about it then, boy?” The man bellowed twice, making norman’s anger rise more, your wrist was red from the man’s harsh grip. Norman pulled you over to him, the man leaving the place angrily,

“Y/n..” Norman mumbled quietly, looking at her. Seeing her slight tear in her eye, “I’m sorry. I can close up the Motel for today,” She looked up at him, anxiety was built up in her. She held herself, “It’s okay norm, really.” She mumbled her own nickname for her male co-worker,

He walked over back to her room though,”Y/n?” He called out for her quietly in midst of the night.

“Norman?” She opened the door, looking at him. Rubbing her eyes, “What’s wrong?” “I closed up the motel for a few days, i wanted us to rest and- i wanted to ask you if you wanted to go with me tomorrow so we could have like a picnic, to makeup for today?”

It made her confused why he ever wanted to makeup, it was that dick’s fault. Not his, she smiled though. “That’s fine.”

It neared her bedtime though, Norman studied y/n ever since the day she got here. He knew the dainty female was the only one genuinely ever kind with him, but his obsession with her grew by day since she was here, it was beyond him whenever she explained to him how much guys dumped her all the time when she had the beauty of a model to him in his eyes and perspective with gentleness of a feather she was his own angel. His own nickname for her, Angel.

But he still had something to be taken care of before he would go out with her, making his way upstairs, he hidden what was in his pocket, not yet out. Not yet, his face wiped off any emotions. With the key to all the rooms, he picked the door open. His eyes landing onto the disgusting man who hurt his y/n.

Of course, he would always murder someone; the body gets found. No one ever suspected him, he knew this was probably going to cause a smell like all the time due to the rotting corpse.

Making his way near the bed. The man woke up with a loud ear piercing scream that shook the walls of the room. It was too late, blood oozed out of the man’s neck, coming out the mouth, “You hurt her,” Norman gritted out, his knife jabbing into the man’s stomach. Making him choke on his own blood, “You HURT her!” The knife twisted into the stomach, reaching the insides, Norman twisted the knife even further and left a big gash. For a list time the knife lodged into the man’s cut open stomach, Norman shoved the knife back into his back pocket, clicking his tongue at the dead man across him.

He made his way back downstairs anyways, his eyes widening and his form freezing halfway when he spotted Y/n walking alone down to her room after presumably getting herself some water, he ran back into his own room, disposing the murder weapon and clothes before getting into the shower, shaking, he saw his hands. The adrenaline in him was calming slowly, the events of today,

“Norman?” I mumbled, opening my eyes to spot his all too familiar figure by the door holding something behind his back, “Y/n.” He completely forgotten about the picnic anyways, he only wanted to be with her. “Why are you here so early- i..?” Norman only got closer to the bed.

“I just wanted to talk to you,” He glowered a bit, “It’s just about um - well.” The irritating sound of a phone ring pierced both you and him. It was your sister.

“I’m so sorry - i’ll talk to you in the lobby in a second. - hello?” You held the phone up to your ear, unaware of the disappointed Norman.

“It’s been a while y/n, where are you though? I miss you sis.” It was always her own way of talking, i smiled, “I’m at the motel,” “Oh, don’t tell me that shady one too?”

I clicked my tongue softly and grinned. “No, it’s not shady it’s the bates motel.” But she didn’t take it serious, “Is it that boy with the mommy issues, the crazy guy? Or is he your boyfriend?” She mocked.

Her nature had always been a bit hotheaded, unlike you. “He’s a really nice guy, rachel, really!” “Yadda yadda-“ She disnissed. “Mom and dad aren’t here i thought it’s fun i’d stay somewhere before my trip honestly. To that motel, i wanna see you.” The night was going to be a long one, and you didn’t assume Norman thought bad about it, “Norman?” I tapped his shoulder as he put something away. “Y/n?” He uttered, “What’s happened?”

“My sister had been wanting to stay here a bit,” Norman’s face dropped a bit, “I just had hoped you hadn’t mind her coming here. Is it okay?” He nodded hesitantly yet hid it. “I’m fine-“ “Y/n!” Rachel gasped. Hugging you and dropped her luggage all over the floor she startled the Female.

Norman was far from happy. He picked up the dropped luggage, seeing your attention shifting to your sister as you hugged her back and all, he frowned.

“Is this him?” She spoke, looking the dark haired male up and down, “It’s just Norman.” He retorted back, but she had only rolled her eyes. “Sure, do i have a room yet?” “Yeah it’s this way.” Y/n led her kin to the bedroom, soft with her movements.

Norman’s blood boiled every day, every minute it could be exagerated to every second he saw this girl with his y/n. Y/n didn’t have her attention on him anymore because of that impolite incel. And he hated it,

So he waited and waited, waiting. It was only a matter of time before he gripped the same weapon he always used, the pocket knife. “Where’s y/n?” She asked him. Texting someone on her phone, Norman frustradedly tightened his grip on the knife, “It’s all your fault.” And she turned, “What?..” “it’s all because of you!” He raised his voice, hand clenching into a tight fist. “You took her! You stole y/n away from me!” His knife landed into her shoulder, holding her down when she screamed, “I’ll make you pay for this” he grunted. Knife detaching from the shoulder, landing fatally straight into the jugular. Her eyes went wide, blood poured out immensely out the neck after the knife was dragged, screams no longer leaving the lifeless body at all, but this was enough.

But it was wrong, very wrong of him. “Here’s the coffee y/n.” She smiled up at him, sipping it out of the cup quietly, eyes on the counter, feeling a bit weird, “Norman..” Her legs began to numb.

He had the face of a guilty kid, “I’m sorry y/n.” Dread filled her expression, legs aching like hell. Eyes drooping, he drugged her.

Y/n pushed herself up against the railing but fell infront of the door, eyes watering. She cried meekly, hands reaching and tugging against the doorknob, But Norman dangled the keys. She squealed quietly when he flipped her on her back, she saw stars. Not believing Norman would do this, her stomach dropped. Heart sinking, she rested her head against the wooden floor in tears, giving up.

“Shh..” His hand reached into his back pocket. Drugging her yet again, the rag covering her nose, blocking her from inhaling anything but the chloroform. He saw her chubby cheeks, wet with tears.

“It’ll all be okay y/n. I need you with ms.” He broke, “Your mine. Y/n-i can’t let you go..”

“I won’t ever let you go.” He whispered.

[be-gay-find-cryptids]

(Part 1) Film & TV Recommendations for Halloween

1. Over the Garden Wall (Miniseries, 2014)

Over the Garden Wall features two half-brothers, Wirt and Gregory, who have become lost in a mysterious wood called The Unknown and attempt to find their way back home.

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This beautifully crafted animated miniseries is the best thing to come out of Cartoon Network even after ten years. The unique atmosphere, which blends fairytale charm with Gothic eeriness, perfectly compliments the early 20th-century Americana-styled animation. At just ten episodes, Over the Garden Wall is a short but impactful experience that lingers with you long after it ends. I highly recommend this series.

2. Coraline (Film, 2009)

Wandering her rambling old house in her boring new town, an 11-year-old Coraline discovers a hidden door to a strangely idealized version of her life.

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This stop-motion animated film is a deeply unsettling and visually stunning experience. Blending a dark fairytale narrative with otherworldly imagery, it presents itself as a psychological horror for young and older audiences alike. Coraline explores the complex ideas about family, identity, and the dangers of wish fulfillment with grace. I strongly recommend this film.

3. ParaNorman (Film, 2012)

Norman Babcock, a young boy who can communicate with ghosts, is given the task of ending a 300-year-old witch's curse on his Massachusetts town.

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This heartfelt stop-motion animated film blends humor, horror, and themes of ostracization and acceptance. While blending classic horror movie tropes with a coming-of-age story, it manages to portray strong themes of prejudice by using zombies, witches, and ghoulish imagery. If you're looking for a unique spin on classic B-movie horror, I highly recommend this film.

4. Happy Death Day (Film, 2017)

A college student must relive the day of her murder over and over again in a loop that will end only when she discovers her killer's identity.

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Happy Death Day is an entertaining mashup of slasher horror and Groundhog Day-style time loop storytelling. This film stands out from all the rest of the horror-comedy franchise due to its emotion, mystery, and character growth. While it doesn't push boundaries for horror, it makes up for its uniqueness that balances humor and suspense. If you're looking for a horror-comedy film, I strongly recommend this one.

5. Jennifer's Body (Film, 2009)

A newly-possessed high-school cheerleader turns into a succubus who kills her male classmates and devours their flesh in order to survive.

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Though it was sorely misunderstood when it originally came out, it has recently garnered rightful attention for its subversive take on the horror-comedy genre. This film blends teen drama and supernatural horror and uses its genre to touch upon the objectification of women in horror and in reality. Its wit, self-awareness, and social commentary have made it a standout in the horror-comedy genre, and for that, I strongly recommend this film.

6. Sinister: Recut (Film, 2012)

Ellison Oswalt is a struggling true-crime writer whose discovery of snuff films depicting gruesome murders and strange supernatural elements in his new house puts his family in danger.

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Said to be one of the scariest films ever from a research study, Sinister is a deeply unsettling horror movie that perfectly mixes supernatural elements with psychological tension. The haunting score combined with the grainy, nightmarish footage of the murders results in an unnerving experience that sits with you long after you turn the lights out. Instead of watching the original movie, I strongly recommend this fanedit version of the film. It elevates the movie by removing some of the cheesy jumpscares and awkward dialog. If you're looking for a genuinely haunting movie this Halloween, I recommend this one.

7. 1408 (Film, 2007)

Author Michael Enslin, who specializes in debunking paranormal occurrences, checks into the fabled room 1408 in the Dolphin Hotel in New York City.

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This film excels in building suspense, using minimal special effects, and relying on our main characters' isolation and psychological unraveling to create fear. While this movie isn't as overtly terrifying as other horror films, 1408 offers an eerie, slow-burn experience, blending supernatural elements with personal trauma. The film has two different endings, the theatrical version and the director's cut. I'd suggest watching both to come to the conclusion of your favorite. It's a must-watch for fans of psychological horror, and I strongly recommend this film.

8. Midsommar (Film, 2019)

A couple travels to Northern Europe to visit a rural hometown's fabled Swedish mid-summer festival. What begins as an idyllic retreat quickly devolves into an increasingly violent and bizarre competition at the hands of a pagan cult.

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This is a visually stunning and disturbing horror film set against the backdrop of a bright, idyllic Swedish village. The movie stands out for its unique approach to horror, unfolding almost entirely in daylight, creating a sense of unease through its striking visuals, unnerving atmosphere, and slow-building dread. Midsommar is a polarizing piece of media, mixing folk horror with psychological drama, and is filled with symbolism and unsettling imagery. I highly recommend this film if you're looking to be disturbed this Halloween.

9. Skinamarink (Film, 2022)

A young brother and sister wake up during the night to discover that their father is missing and that the windows, doors, and other objects in their house have vanished.

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Skinamarink is an experimental analog horror film that trades traditional narrative for a surreal, nightmarish atmosphere. Shot in grainy, low-light cinematography, the film immerses you in a disorienting and eerie world where fear of the unknown takes center stage. The film’s strength lies in its ability to evoke childhood fears, using abstract visuals and unsettling sound design to create a sense of dread. However, its unconventional approach may alienate some people who expect a clear plot or resolution. The minimal dialogue and deliberate pacing make Skinamarink more of a mood piece than a traditional horror film, relying on atmosphere over jump scares. For those willing to embrace its experimental nature, Skinamarink offers a haunting and disquieting experience that lingers long after it ends, tapping into primal fears of isolation and helplessness. For all these reasons, I highly recommend that you check out this film.

10. Heck (Short Film, 2020)

A child wakes up in the middle of the night to the sound of his mom's television blaring.

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Heck is a short film that shares a similar atmospheric approach to the creator's feature-length film Skinamarink. Like Skinamarink, it explores the feeling of being trapped in a surreal, dreamlike space. The film's minimalist aesthetic, with grainy visuals and a haunting soundscape, creates a disorienting atmosphere that leaves much to the imagination. It builds tension through its slow pacing, relying on the viewer's discomfort with the unknown rather than traditional horror tropes. For people who thought Skinamarink's runtime was excessive, Heck is a great substitute that captures the same atmosphere of the former. I highly recommend this film to people who have enjoyed Skinamarink's take on horror.

[that-one-random-writer]

Chasing you Chapter 1 {Complete}

Summary: Jake retires from the military honorably. He steps into a new roll, ready to settle down in his hometown of Texas. He is placed on your shift. Your current relationship is stable until the dust settles, revealing cracks in the foundation.

Warnings: Cursing, violence, police experiences based on truth, accurate on most accounts of law enforcement, it might get gory at times. Be aware of blood, drugs, and all things law enforcement. Smut eventually. A/N may have my true experience attached if you're interested. All real names redacted. Y/n used once.

Next chapter || Masterlist

Whispers went around the department. There was a new guy starting today. The women in the office were saying he was fine as hell, and the men were saying he was just a pretty boy who thought he could handle this.

You sat back in your seat. You texted James, your boyfriend. 'Can you get milk and eggs on your way home? We're out.' James agreed with a thumbs up emoji.

You had just started your shift. It was opposite to your boyfriends now. You were on the night shift, twelve hours of complete bullshit. The dark night hid some of the worst people. The FNG, fucking new guy, didn't know what he was getting himself into.

On queue, the FNG walked into the squad room. He sat in the squad room next to Grant, the corporal that had been there for a while now. Everyone quieted down, looking at the new guy. "What's up, man? How'd you like that OC spray?" Grant had been the first to speak up. He volunteered some at the law enforcement academy, and he was supervising the pepper spray training to make sure no one got injured. You swore up and down, and the man just enjoyed them withering in pain.

"Man, fuck that shit. I took a shower that night, and it started back up." The gorgeous man chuckled. Clapping his hand to grants in a shake. He leaned back in his seat.

You remember the OC spray. You've used it a small handful of times. You opted for the taser more often. Electric currents were much less likely to blow back onto you. The spray had thirty seconds of calm, then the fire would set in burning your eyes, nose, mouth, throat, neck, anything it came in contact with would be in a constant state of hell burning through your soul. Water tended to reactivate it after it wore off. There was a twenty-four period of chance it would reactivate, dragging you through hell all over again. You'd rather have your toenails ripped off than ever go through that again.

All the men in the room laughed at the man's misfortune. "Yeah the sadistic fucks don't warn you about the water..." Rastley, a fellow officer, chimed in.

Everyone settled into their seats as the sergeant walked in. "Im sure everyone has noticed the new officer on duty." He paused, pulling out papers that were for the new payroll. He passed them around the room for everyone to fill out. "This is Seresin. Jacob is your first name, right, and your badge number?" Sergeant Valley looked up at Seresin. "Just Jake, sir. Number 267"

Sgt. Valley nodded and looked back around the room. "Jake Seresin 267." He wrote down the new information on a notebook page with his shifts names and numbers. "Everyone go around the room and introduced yourself"

"Norman Grant 298, I'm your corporal." Grant was an older man with dark chocolate skin. His hair had been shaved completely bald. He was in the army before settling back a few towns over from his hometown. His body was still in great shape for his age.

"Walt Rastley 245" He was a younger man. He was in his mid twenties. His hair was a bright blonde in a neat gel combed style. His body was in top physical performance.

You sat up slightly as the attention turned to you. "Y/F/N Monroe 251" You nodded at Seresin. His eyes met yours with a nod and a smile in your direction. His eyes were a gorgeous shade of green. They looked familiar. You were in a relationship, but that didn't mean you couldn't appreciate a nice-looking man for what he was, and he was definitely something worth looking at.

His attention turned to the next man to speak. "She's my 'Marilyn'." You rolled your eyes playfully at the next officers comment. Everyone chuckled at the statement.

"He tries to make everyone believe he's my Kennedy. Right, Mr. President?" You added jokingly, pressing your lips together in a mocking smile.

"Hey, a man can dream." He puts his hands up in defense, then relaxes back in his seat. "Liam Kennedy 232" Liam was a Kennedy looking man. His hair was also perfectly gelled but had a chocolate brown color.  Your relationship was platonic and playful, and you would call him one of your best friends on the shift. He turned his face back to you and wiggled his brows playfully at you.

The other officers on shift introduced themselves. Twelve officers in total were on the shift, including you. You were the only female on shift. That was normal. Every shift had one female, and because of short staffing, most couldn't afford to have more than that.

"Seresin, you will be riding with Mr. President Kennedy here." Sgt rolled out a big barrel laugh.

"That name doesn't sound as sweet coming off your lips, sarge." Kennedy matched the laugh. Leaning into the side of his chair.

"You will be riding with him for the next couple shifts. He will be your FTO for now. I will let you know when that changes. Everyone else, same positions as yesterday." Sgt valley walked around and placed his on Kennedy's shoulder, squeezing. This wasn't the military. Law enforcement was much more smooth and less formal. There was more under the wire talking. Kennedy knew what Sgt was telling him. He was saying without words. 'Give the new guy a warm welcome to hell'

"Yes, sir" Seresin nodded and grabbed his bag. Everyone else watched the clock tick.

"Eh, if we release early, then maybe they will pay it back, and we can get an early breakfast. Dismissed." The officers walked out to their cars five minutes earlier than normal. Settling in the seats of the patrol cas, starting up and testing the sirens, lights, and all the bells and whistles.

You sat down in your seat. You were parked next to Kennedy. Once you both finished testing, you looked over at Kennedy. "I'm going past Churchill Road." You were in the same zone as Kennedy.

You backed up and started driving to your post. Once you made it, you drove around the area. "251 to dispatch I'm 10-8." You heard chatters confirming and marking you as in service from dispatch, then the officer you took over from called back he was 10-7. Leaving his location and out of service in the area.

You drove around watching cars slow down when they saw you. It was funny to watch people get flustered without even seeing their body movements.

Your tag reader started signaling you to a car. You shifted behind the car and turned on your siren and lights. The car started speeding up. You groaned. "So it's gonna be that kind of night." You clicked your radio. "251 to all units. I'm 10-80 with a white accord. Be advised that he is heading east bound on Oak Thorn towards you 232. Dispatch can you run the plate number Charlie, Romeo, India, Victor, 347" You were currently chasing the accord as it sped through the highway.

Dispatch ran the plate through the system and found a frequent flyers name. "Dispatch to 251. It's under Jordan Barn." You groaned even louder. This isn't his first time by any means, and he tended to get aggressive. "232 can you 25. Requesting back up east bound of Oak Thorn." You called for assistance through the radio.

Kennedy watched your location and turned in your direction, hitting his radio. "Im en route to you, eta four minutes." Kennedy turned on his lights and rushed to your side of the zone. "Did you catch all that?" He asked his rookie passenger.

Seresin nodded. His heart started to pump a burst of adrenaline through his limbs. "Your Marilyn found trouble..." He started. Kennedy chuckled swiftly making turns and weaving through traffic. Seresin continues, "She's chasing a white accord east bound on Oak Thorn. The tag is registered to a Jordan Barn."

Kennedy was about a minute out from the chase. "You're gonna catch on quick. Watch out for Barn, he is a firecracker. Man's a drug dealer with an attitude problem."

"Noted." Seresin watched ahead seeing lights in the distance.

"I'm behind you 251." Kennedy called out over the radio to you.

You had been devising a plan while he took his four minutes to get to you. "251 to 298." You paused, waiting for Cpl Grant's go-ahead to be called over the radio. You then continued. "The accord isn't going to stop. It doesn't look like anyone else is in the vehicle. Requesting to do a pit maneuver."

Grant was on the other side of town pulling over a mini van that had a taillight out. He waited before exiting his vehicle, calling back over the radio. "If you have back up, then go ahead and run it. 245, go ahead and head over that way if you're not 10-6. They may need the backup." Grant exited his vehicle and walked to the window. "Did you know your light is out in the back, ma'am?"

Rastley called over the radio. "10-4 I'm en route 251. Eta eight minutes."

You started back your radio traffic. "10-4 298" you paused briefly, acknowledging Rastley. "232, you ready."

Kennedy confirmed over the radio. "10-4" Kennedy looked over to Seresin. "When we get out, you make sure you have your gun ready. If it's Jordan, he is normally armed he hasnt fired yet, but if he sees an opportunity, he's going to take it."

You grabbed the wheel of your car and accelerated pushing just past his back bumper. You nipped at it. His car spun around to a stop. You ripped your car around, pushing into the back tailgate, blocking his exit. Kennedy pulled into the front. Blocking his exit the other way. All three officers exited the patrol cars. "Get on the ground! Get on the ground!" Kennedy yelled out to the suspect. His gun was drawn.

Jordan Barn pulled his gun out and waved it around at the officers. "I ain't going back. You ain't taking me no damn where."

You held your ground with your gun drawn, not pulling any closer to him. "Jordan put the gun down."

Jordan spun his eyes around. "You ain't going to take me you stupid bitch." Jordan had his weapon pointed towards you but then dropped it by his side still holding it. He couldn't admit defeat but knew he was cornered.

That's it. Keep talking. Your mind racing with the adrenaline. Jordan had his back to Seresin and Kennedy. You kept your eyes on Jordan but could see them move in to disarm him. You had to keep his attention on you. "Jordan, I'm hurt by that. I thought you got clean."  Kennedy glanced into the truck not seeing anyone else in the car hiding.

Before Jordan could respond, he was disarmed and tackled by Seresin. Kennedy pulled out his cuffs, pinning them tightly behind his back. Kennedy started patting him down, checking for more weapons, but being careful of needles. The instant the gun was thrown from his hand, you ran to the tossed weapon and secured it.

"I got it." You placed the weapon on the hood of Kennedy's car. Seresin and Kennedy picked up the man and pushed him in the back of their car when they knew he was clear.

"We're going to take him to the jail, gotta show the rookie. First, you owe me one. Second, search the car, and if you find anything, call me. I'll add it to the charges." Kennedy walked to the driver's side door and got in. Seresin got in his side, and they took off after you picked the gun back up.

Rastley pulled up right as the pair took off. He stepped out if the vehicle. "Shows over?"

You nodded. "He had a gun. It's Jordan so you know somethings in here. You can help me search if you want."

Rastley nodded. "You know I love a search." You both opened the doors a stench filled your nose. "Damn something died in here." His nose scrunched up.

You sifted through the items both of you were careful about needles. "I got about ten needles over here. Nothings in them" You collected them in an evidence bag knowing there was remainders still in the bottom.

"Nothing over here." You pulled back the carpet and found a box. "I think I got it." You opened the box to find heroin. "Yup I got it. That's a trafficking charge. Jesus, go grab your scale."

A/N: Some radio traffic may not be 100 percent accurate. I worked in the jail, so we didn't use ETA(estimated time of arrival) or a lot of the 10 codes.

[hawkogurl]

List of raimiverse characters that I’ve compared to bg3 characters over the course of the durge Harry posting but they gradually become weirder

Harry

The Dark Urge

Mary Jane

Alfira

Karlach Cliffgate

Aylin somehow

Peter

Isobel Thorm

Wyll Ravengard

Orin the Red

Norman Osborn

Bhaal

Sceleritas Fel

Ketheric Thorm

Sarevok Anchev

Enver Gortash (but don’t think about it too hard it rapidly becomes super uncomfortable)

Otto

Jahiera.

This isn’t cursed I just think it’s wonderful.

I think this makes Rosie Khalid by extension

[shannyh25]

DIANA: Gilbert gave me this in return for your note. He's coming to watch you anyway. I didn't want Jane or Gabby Brothers to see me.

ANNE: [reading from letter] "...to your own opinion. It would have been easier if you told me in person, if you still consider me your friend. Sincerely, Gilbert Blythe." I won't be accused of being a coward, Diana. He doesn't understand. Tell him I'll speak to him the first minute I can steal away tonight.

DIANA: Calm down, Anne.

ANNE: I'm so ashamed. I can't go up on that stage. I can't. I'll be merciless if I fail.

DIANA: You've never failed at anything, Anne Shirley. Go on.

AMELIA EVANS: [reciting lines 76-88 of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow's The Wreck of the Hesperus]

Ho! ho! the breakers roared

At daybreak, on the bleak sea-beach,

A fisherman stood aghast,

To see the form of a maiden fair,

Lashed close to a drifting mast.

The salt sea was frozen on her breast,

The salt tears in her eyes;

And he saw her hair, like the brown sea-weed

On the billows fall and rise.

Such was the wreck of the Hesperus,

In the midnight and the snow!

[God] save us all from a death like this,

On the reef of Norman's Woe!

LADY IN YELLOW: Mrs. Evans has just completed a European tour.

LADY IN BLUE: Oh, she's a prodigious talent. I was moved beyond words.

MRS. SPENCER: On behalf of the Charlottetown hospital, I would like to offer our indebtedness to Mrs. Amelia Evans for gracing us with such a stirring performance in support of today's benefit. Thank you. And now, ladies and gentlemen, I would like to present one of Avonlea's most celebrated students, who achieved the highest standing in the recent entrance examinations to Queens Academy: Miss Anne Shirley.

LADY IN BLUE: It will be amusing to see what arises from the local amateur actors.

ANNE: [reciting lines 1-6, 25-30 and 85-90 from Alfred Noyes' The Highwayman]

The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees.

The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas.

The road was a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor,

And the highwayman came riding--

Riding--riding--

The highwayman came riding, up to the old inn-door.

"One kiss, my bonny sweetheart, I'm after a prize tonight,

But I shall [return] with the yellow gold before the morning light;

Yet, if they press me sharply, and harry me through the day,

Then look for me by moonlight,

Watch for me by moonlight,

I'll come to thee by moonlight, though hell should bar the way."

Back, he spurred like a madman, shouting a curse to the sky,

With the white road smoking behind him and his rapier brandished high.

Blood-red were his spurs in the golden noon; wine-red was his velvet coat;

When they shot him down on the highway.

Down like a dog on the highway,

And he lay in his blood on the highway, with the bunch of lace at his throat.

AUDIENCE: Encore! Encore!

LADY IN YELLOW: Dear, you were splendid. Go back. They're encoring you.

ANNE: I can't go back.

LADY IN YELLOW: Yes, you can.

I got the movie quote from greengables-1.tripod.com

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[ubasjuice]

[DARK HARVEST ] 2023

"In a small Midwestern town, a deadly annual ritual unfolds when the mythical nightmare, Sawtooth Jack, rises from the cornfields and challenges the town’s teenage boys in a bloody battle of survival."

[ubasjuice reviews]

This is loosely based on a novel of the same name written by Norman Partridge. Honestly, I've never read the book yet, but from what I've read, there were only slight differences from the movie adaptation.

The "curse" concept was nice, though it felt like it needed more backstory/lore behind it to support its premise. The transformation effect was enjoyable to watch as well.

There were some plot holes, questions that need answering to support the story. (I'll put these in the comment section to avoid spoiling those who have yet to watch this.)

The shaking/trembling of the camera has it's charm, though the film could do without it, but it's a good gimmick to convey that mob/maniacal/rage vibe.

Music was great. It helped greatly in showing that the film indeed took place in the 60s. Clothing also assisted in that, and the featured cars as well.

The ending was good, but I would've preferred to see it happen, they went with the "use your imagination" route, not sure if it was as intended or to cut budget.

It's a good pre-halloween horror flick to watch, a bit gorey, so maybe not with the kids.

Juicy 6/10

[akiraidraws]

Imperfections Snippet: When Your Past Comes To Find You

Summary: Trying to escape the studio's most twisted fiend, Bendy finds himself running into an unexpected face deep in the bowls of Drew's old studio.

(Contains: Hurt/Comfort

Joey Drew Studios is a dark, dangerous, ink filled nightmare, that, to all that called the vile place 'home' was common knowledge. There weren't many rules to this twisted reality… but one. One that was respected and followed by all of the studio's inhabitants. Stay out of the ink demon's sight, for if you see him coming, well, you better run.

Nobody followed this rule as rigidly as Bendy.

For Bendy knew what lie under that gangly and depraved ink. Oh, he knew, and he wanted nothing to do with it. He had already had too many close calls with the man behind the mask, ones that left him haunted. He wouldn't put himself in that situation again, never again, it was better to stay hidden in the shadows and out of sight. Which given his small stature and the dark nature of the place was relatively easy for the most part.

The studio was littered with dark, shadowed hallways who's light had faded long ago. Bringing with it a saving grace as well as a curse. It was easy to hide, sure, but you never knew what else could be hiding in the shadows with you.

Not to mention the ink that seemingly oozed out of every decrepit pipe and dripped down every abandoned wall. Ink as black as night and as vicious as the demon himself. It puddled in odd places just waiting to give rise to its next army of searchers or drag you down into its depths. Into the screaming, pleading, howling fishbowl of voices.

It was enough to drive anybody into madness.

But Bendy knew this place like the back of his hand… well, glove and knew which areas were safe enough to be tread and which areas were not.

Hiding had become second nature to the little devil throughout the years. Even before this whole ordeal started and the studio was still producing those old cartoons, he learned to hide. After Henry left and Norman disappeared, Bendy had no choice. But all those years of evading detection were paying off now as Bendy quickly made his way through the halls.

He had to get back to Alice. She was sure to be getting worried by now.

Alice, the angel made from heaven and sent from above, his Alice. She and Boris are the only ones left from the original studio crew. Everyone else was dead or worse than dead.

Sometimes, just sometimes, Bendy could swear he heard the voice of an old friend ring out from one of those inky monstrosities everyone referred to as 'searchers'. The very thought made him ill, but it wasn't unlikely, that Bendy knew all too well.

'No, don't start thinkin' 'bout that now!' He told himself, shaking away the thought as he turned another corner.

Only to run right into the back of a tall figure with an audible "Oof!"

The impact was enough to knock the little devil darlin' backward.

Stunned and a little dazed, Bendy rubbed at the back of his head as he sat up to see what or who he had just run into. Only to be greeted by the sight of a familiar face that looked just as stunned as he was.

A face Bendy thought he would never see again.

"Henry…?"

"…Henry!"

Before Bendy could even register what he was doing, he was running straight for the still stunned animator and wrapping his arms tightly around the man's thigh earning a small gasp in return.

"Where have ya been?"

"W-what?"

"Where have ya been, Henry!?"

Excitement quickly gave way to anger as Bendy stepped away from the man, glaring hotly.

"Y-you left us! Left ME!"

"Where WERE you! Why didn't ya come back!? Y-you just left one day without as much as a goodbye! Why!? WHY?!" Bendy screamed, large inky black tears streaming down his yellowed face and fists shaking at his sides as he trembled with rage.

If looks could kill Henry would be a dead man with the icy hot glare that Bendy was giving him. It made his heart ache. He knelt down and firmly but gently grasped the shaking toon by his shoulders.

"I'm sorry, Bendy. Please, let me explain before you decide to hate me." Henry pleaded.

"Why should I? Ya just gonna up and leave again?" Bendy spat back coldly, still glaring daggers at the man before him.

"I never wanted to leave you-"

"Well ya did, Henry!" Bendy cut in, brushing off Henry's grasp.

"I know I did! I know!" Henry pleads, holding his hands up in a placating gesture.

"But I didn't want to, Bendy!"

Henry all but whispers pleadingly, hoping to reach the little toon he took in all those years ago. His little Bendy.

"Me and Joey…, We had an argument about… well, you. The way he treated you… Things got heated and he fired me, screamed at me to get out and made me leave without you or the others. I tried to come back for you, believe me, I did, but Joey changed the locks, I couldn't get in."

Bendy rubbed at his now tear stained face as he looked away from the man "Ben… Ben said that ya left because ya didn't want me anymore…"

"Bendy…"

"H-he said *sniff* th-that ya left a-and that it was my fault!"

Henry couldn't help but feel heart broken for the now sobbing toon in front of him. He expected this kind of deceit and blame from Joey but never from a sweet little toon like Ben. Henry wasn't going to lie to himself. It stung. A lot.

"Bendy. You know I'd never just leave you."

Bendy shot Henry a hot glare through his tears "How do I know that, huh?!"

"Please don't shout, Bendy."

"I'll shout if I-"

*CRASH!*

"wannaaaAAAAHHHHH!"

"TTHhheeEERRrrrREE yYOooOUUu aARRrre!"

Henry stood frozen in place as a tall dark figure appeared from around the corner. It was much bigger than the ink demon but shared a striking resemblance. One thing stood out from the demon though, the arms. Four very strong looking arms that were visible from the silhouette of the creature. Whatever it was.

"No! No no no no no! Not again! I don't wanna! Leave me alone!" Bendy screamed as he curled into himself shaking more violently than before.

Henry only caught a glimpse of the tall four armed monstrosity that Bendy had apparently been running from before their paths intertwined. Every instinct in Henry's body kicked in at that very moment out of the pure horror of what he was seeing. He grabbed Bendy and made a run for it as fast as his legs would carry him. Hopefully he could find a little miracle station before whatever that thing was caught up to them.

Dark inky shadows quickly encased the narrow hall behind them. Chasing, hunting down its prey.

Henry's heart was pounding in his chest as he ran. Holding Bendy tightly in his arms as he tried to keep a lead ahead of the quickly encroaching shadows. A battle he was slowly and surely losing. He could hear the loud beating of a heart behind him. Or was that the pounding of the creatures footsteps as it made chase? He didn't want to look back to find out.

Turning a corner, Henry tried desperately to pick up the pace. His legs were already carrying him and Bendy as fast as they could but it wasn't fast enough. The creature was gaining on them and fast. The shadows were ahead of him now, consuming every speck of light and encasing them in darkness. It was getting hard to see were they were going. But they had to keep going. The creature was closing in.

Henry nearly lost his footing as the creature took a swipe at him, just missing the back of his collar.

He was breathing heavily now and his heart was beating so loud in his ears it nearly drowned out all of the sound around him. Bendy must have heard it too as he clutched onto Henry tighter and squeezed him so tightly with his tail that it was almost painful.

Rounding another corner, Henry was relieved to see the faint glow of a miracle station tucked along the right side of the hall, peering out from behind a wooden beam.

Racing down the hall he threw himself and Bendy into the station and slammed the door shut. Just cutting off the creature's attempt to apprehend it's prey.

"HhheeeenNNNnrryyYYYYYYyy…"

The massive creature croons.

It's voice is like a horribly distorted radio station. A sound that fills him with a sense of horror like he's never experienced before.

"YYyyoouUuu ccaAnnnTTt HhhiiiddDEee FffrrroooOMmmm MMmmmeEEee"

Terror floods his system as the demon breaks out into demented cackling. Rasping its clawed fingers against the wood of the miracle station. Threatening to break right through the safety of the little box.

Bendy is trembling in his arms, whimpering and keening to himself.

"No no no no no no!"

The little demon is stock terrified. Trembling and crying to himself as the creature continues it's threatening taunts.

The rasping of fingers soon turns to angry scraping, like knives cutting into the wood and making both man and toon shiver in fear.

"IIiii wwWWwiiillllLLLL GGggeeeeTtt mMyyy hhHAaaaaannnndddDSSSssss oONnnn YYyyooooOUUUUuuuu, eeeEEeeevvvVEEeentttuaALLLLlllyyyyyyyyy~"

With that, the cackling creature shuffles off down the hallway. Leaving Henry and Bendy to recover from their shock in the safety of the little wooden closet.

Oh, thank god…

Henry collapses onto the bench within the station, heaving out a hefty sigh as his body trembles with endorphins. Relieved but uncertain. That thing could still be out there, waiting for it's prey to reveal itself before it strikes.

It's better to stay here for the time being.

At least here they'll be safe. Or so he hopes…

Henry's attention shifts down to the shivering toon in his arms. His frown growing deeper at the sight.

"Hey~ Sshhhhh~ It's okay~" He tries to comfort, gently petting the back of the demon's head as Bendy sobs.

The action is comfortingly familiar for both man and toon. A reminder of the bond they shared so long ago, muddled by time and distance, if not a little bit of misplaced resentment on Bendy's part.

The little demon looks up to the animator as they sit in terrified silence. A silence that is soon broken by the ever inquisitive toon.

"Is that *sniff* really why ya left?" Bendy sniffles quietly.

"It's not 'cause ya didn't love me anymore?"

The question snaps Henry's heart in two.

"What?? No, Bendy… I never stopped loving you."

Henry nuzzles into the side of Bendy's head, placing a tender kiss to the velvet like ink that's still as soft and warm as he remembers.

"Then why?" Bendy questions. "Why did ya leave me with HIM?"

The toon's question is loaded with so much unspoken pain.

He'd suffered more than he cares to tell at the hands of that man. Hurt and humiliated at every turn simply for being imperfect. Just the thought of his time with that awful man brings fresh tears to Bendy's eyes.

"Oh, Bendy… My sweet baby boy… I'm so sorry. I didn't want to. I never would have. But Joey had me dragged out kicking and screaming."

Henry hugs the little demon close.

"All I wanted was to take you home with me, but Joey wouldn't have it."

He never meant for any of this to happen. He just wanted to protect his beloved toons, he never imagined it would all boil down to this ink stained nightmare.

"I love you so much, Bendy. I couldn't stop thinking about you. Worrying about you. Terrified of what Joey might be doing to you. Your momma and I, we were devastated without you."

"Momma…" Bendy repeats softly.

He can't even remember what she looks like…

He rests his cheek on Henry's shoulder, looking away from the man. He's still so angry and this is all so much. He just wants to get back to Alice. His Alice.

"Bendy..?" Henry speaks.

"You okay, Kiddo?"

The toon's silence is starting to weigh on him. Just a few minutes ago he was under the assumption that his little boy was long dead. But now, oh, he has so much work ahead of him if he ever hopes to make it up to the little demon.

"Alice." Bendy states plainly.

"I need to get back to Alice."

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Film Friday: Paranorman

Considering how fond of horror movies, it's odd how few of them register in the very top tier of my favorite movie lists. Something could perhaps be said about how the best-made horror movies are often not very fun, but that's a question for another day. Today I want to talk about a horror movie I love, and for that pinch of extra hipster spice, it's a stop-motion animation flick.

Norman Babcock, Age 11, is a bit of an outcast in the little suburban town of Blithe Hollow, MA. The reason? He can see and talk to ghosts. After a series of increasingly harrowing visions and a meeting with his profoundly kooky uncle, Norman sees disaster in the town's immediate future, and only he can stop it. Norman is aided on his pint-sized quest for the future of his home by his outcast friend Neil, Neil's jock brother Mitch, the school bully Alvin, and somewhat reluctantly, his older sister Courtney. Their progress is only impeded by their own profound incompetence, and the fact that the dead appear to be rising from their graves spurred on by the curse of a long-dead witch.

Paranorman is notable for a couple of things. First of all, its visual design is awesome. Real care is put into making the town of Blithe Hollow and everyone who lives in it just a little bit off, asymmetric, messy in a way that makes it all an effective caricature in the way only animation can be. And speaking of animation, it is also gorgeous. Laika has been doing puppet stop motion for a while now, and they are killing it at this point. Their use of 3D-printed modular faces gives them a surprisingly wide range of emotional expressions to their little fellas.

This increased emotional dexterity comes in handy because this movie also navigates some shockingly dark stuff for a kid's movie. The true nature of the witch's curse and what events spurred it on are some dark stuff, and the movie treats the most somber reveals with quiet contemplation rather than the all-too-common trend of playing it off with a joke to lighten the mood.

The movie also is surprisingly scary for a movie for children. Especially the initial exploration of the curse and a few moments in the movie's climax never fails to send a chill down my spine. This isn't to say the movie isn't appropriate for its intended audience, merely to suggest it'll slot nicely into the Doctor Who "Watched with a mix of fascination of fear" pantheon in that regard.

Also, as far as story goes, Paranorman has a real banger of a third act. After resolving the ongoing source of conflict, although one of the parties doubtlessly has learned nothing, Norman heads for the core of the problem to confront the witch on her home turf. It culminates in a powerful scene, both because it's thematically very powerful how Norman ends up coming out on top and because Laika decides to make a very interpersonal climax also visually stunning with enough action to keep the tempo up. In a lesser film, this confrontation would take place in a magical tornado or somesuch and it'd still be a good scene, but Laika's apocalyptic parkour therapy session is a treat for both the brain and the eyes.

In the end, Paranorman feels like a very mature movie for its target age range. Norman does take a stand against bullying and the small-mindedness of his little town, but it doesn't change all that many minds. The simple reason for that is that most people are just complacent with their views and are more than willing to add another untrue axiom to the story they tell themselves about their lives rather than confront uncomfortable truths. Still, Norman manages to change the minds of the people who matter to him, and with that in tow, he finds the strength to meet the stupidity of the world around him with a laugh.

There's just a lot going on with this movie that I don't have the column space to get into here, but I will just quickly mention: The reoccurring gag about Norman's sister hitting on Mitch and him just not getting it and how it resolves, the detail that the witch and Norman are related which isn't super important but another nice parallel, how exactly the curse works, how incredibly down the citizens of Blithe Hollow are for a Zombie situation. I could go on, but I believe my point is demonstrated. Go see Paranorman. Statistically most of you haven't gotten around to it yet.

[jahayla-parker]

Bewitched Love : Peter Parker x Reader

Part 11

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Osborn cackled. “Norman's on sabbatical, honey”.

Max glanced around the room. “The hell?”

Peter squeezed y/n’s hand tightly. “You and May need to go,” he whispered pleadingly. When she shook her head, he sighed. “The Goblin...”

Osborn The Green Goblin looked over at Otto. “No more darker half?" he hissed.

Y/n let go of Peter’s hand as May moved closer to the kitchen. She didn’t want to draw attention to May’s movements, but she didn’t want to leave her unprotected either. “Cosmicus pallium invisibilitatis,” y/n whispered, flicking her fingers subtly toward May.

Peter heard y/n’s whispered spell and relief rushed through him when he noticed May’s figure disappeared.

“Did you really think that I'd let that happen?” The Green Goblin asked. “That I'd let you take away my power, just because you're blind to what true power can bring you?”

Y/n bit her lip as May’s figure began to reappear. She brightened the energy in her right hand to keep Green Goblin’s attention on her and Peter. Meanwhile, the twenty seconds of the spell’s duration had lapsed. Therefore, y/n repeated the spell, only in her mind this time since Green Goblin’s eyes were on y/n. She felt her panic lower when the spell picked back up to hide May once again.

“You don't know me,” Peter argued with Green Goblin, watching y/n through his periphery.

“Don't I?” Green Goblin asked, a shimmer in his dark eyes. “I saw how she trapped you, fighting her... holy moral mission,” he said cluelessly as

May returned to Peter and y/n’s side. “We don't need you to save us. We don't need to be fixed!” he shouted, facing Max. “These are not curses. They're gifts.”

Y/n shook her head as Max looked down at his drainer. It was only two bars away from removing all of his power. But y/n could tell Max was debating Green Goblin’s argument.

“Norman, no,” Otto pleaded.

Green Goblin rolled his eyes. “Quiet, lapdog”.

Peter swallowed thickly. “You don't know what you're talking about,” he said softly. Peter grabbed y/n’s hand as he kept his eyes on Osborn.

The Green Goblin smirked viciously. “I watched you from deep behind Norman's cowardly eyes. Struggling, to have everything you want, while the world tries to make you choose”.

“Y/n, get May and yourself out of here,” Peter ordered quietly.

Y/n squeezed Peter’s hand. “No, Peter-“.

“Please,” Peter cut her off. “I can handle them, you have to trust me.”

“Bu-" y/n frowned.

“Get her out of here and… have MJ hit the box,” Peter said.

Y/n was still hesitant to leave Peter. But, he was right. May needed to get out of here, as did the solutions she had thrown into her bag. “Once May is out, she’ll call MJ. I’m coming back,” y/n settled, squeezing Peter’s hand. She smiled softly when he nodded lightly in reluctant agreement.

Green Goblin continued with his manifesto. “Gods don't have to choose. We take.”

Peter nodded at y/n. “May... run.”

Y/n ran after May as Max removed the drainer from his chest. She told May the plan as they rushed to the elevators. However, they both halt as the power in the complex surges and then turns off. “Shit,” y/n whispered to herself before pushing May towards the stairs.

Y/n gripped May and closed her eyes as she focused on floating both of them quickly down the staircase. They quickly reached the ground floor, May staring at y/n in shock as she set her back down. As y/n shouts for May to rush outside, a thunderous sandstorm wraps around the building; trapping them inside.

Meanwhile, despite his best efforts, Peter struggled to gain the upper hand in his fight with Osborn. After being thrown through multiple windows, Peter finally managed to lift Green Goblin into the air. He quickly slammed Osborn down, sending them both through the flooring of that story and into a lower one.

Green Goblin smugly watched Peter struggle to hold him off. “Strong enough to have it all...” he mocked.

Peter stood, grabbed a piece of shattered building material and tossed it aggressively towards Green Goblin. His eyes widened and his heart sank when Osborn wasn’t phased. Instead, Peter was suddenly held in place by Green Goblin.

“...too weak to take it!” Osborn taunted, smirking at Peter squirming in his grip. He struck Peter, sending him flying back several meters.

Peter painfully rose from the debris. He took a deep breath and launched himself, leaping onto Green Goblin. Peter pinned him to the wall and punched him repeatedly. He could feel himself giving up when he noticed Green Goblin only smiled more with each punch.

Y/n groaned, her hands dropping to her side. She’d been trying to fight off the storm she suspected was driven by Electro and Flint. Only, she’d made no headway. Y/n sighed, she knew it would take her and Peter working together to get out of here. There was no power, so she couldn’t get a signal to call MJ and have her hit the box. She and May couldn’t leave the building unless they wanted to get swept up in the electric sandstorm. Meanwhile, y/n had no idea what Peter was facing.

May could sense y/n’s nerves. She smiled sympathetically and set her palms on y/n’s shoulders. “Sweetie, breathe,” May nodded, “you and Peter can do this. Go, find him”.

Y/n bit her lip. “Peter said to get you -" she argued.

May laughed lightly. “I’m sure. I’m sure he also said for you to leave as well. Which we all know isn’t going to happen," she smirked. "I’m fine, go,” May smiled.

Y/n scanned the room as she debated what to do. She noticed a pile of rubble that would offer a decent shelter. Y/n looked at the ceiling above the pile and saw most of the building in that area had already collapsed; meaning May couldn’t get crushed under it should something happen.

“Here’s what we’re going to do,” y/n said, regaining her composure. She grabbed May’s hand from her shoulder and ran towards the corner. Y/n guided May behind some of the debris, ensuring she’d be hidden should one of the villains enter while y/n went to find Peter. “Don’t move, stay quiet, please,” y/n pleaded. She handed May her phone. “If the power comes back on, try to text MJ or Ned. Don’t call, you’ll need to stay quiet. But text them to hit the button,” y/n advised.

“Y/n,” May sighed, grabbing y/n’s hand again. “I’m not going to have them hit the button, everything will be fine,” she argued. May shook her head at y/n’s resistance. “Go,” she urged, “I’ll stay silent and behind here. Go”.

Peter froze in shock when Osborn laughed manically in his face. Peter resumed hitting Green Goblin a few more times, but in Peter’s brief pause he’d unpinned himself. Osborn spun and struck Peter, sending him crashing through yet another floor. Osborn watched Peter from the whole he’d sent him through before he walked off.

Y/n found Peter quickly. She noticed he was crushed by the rubble from Green Goblin. Y/n ran to him, squeezing the hand that wasn’t trapped in the rubble. “What hurts the most?” She asked, starting to pull pieces off the rubble away by using her blue energy to lift them up and move them to the side.

Once Peter was free, he thanked y/n. “Where’s-".

“She’s safe. Where are you hurt?” Y/n asked.

Peter sighed weakly. “I’m fine, are y-".

“Peter,” y/n sighed, pointing to the blood on his uniform.

Peter nodded reluctantly. “Mostly my back and ribs,” he admitted, electing to not explain that it was because he’d been body slammed through countless floors.

Y/n nodded. She spun Peter around and placed one hand on his rib cage and one hand on his back. Y/n closed her eyes and visualized the tension and pain leaving Peter’s body. She felt her hands warm and once they cooled again, she lowered them. “Better?”

Peter nodded. “Thank you,” he breathed, tugging y/n’s hand towards him. Peter did another quick scan of her to ensure she was okay. Still only seeing minor scrapes, he pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. “How did you get her out? Electro and-".

Y/n bit her lip. “I couldn’t,” she admitted hesitantly. “Yet. The storm is surrounding us,” y/n explained guiltily. “I have her in a safe, hidden, place. But, Peter, I’m sorry, I didn’t know how else to-".

Peter shook his head, “shhh”. He breathed deeply, his breath hitting the top of y/n’s head. “I would’ve done the same,” Peter reassured her. “Listen, now that Osborn left and I can move again, I’ll distract Electro and Sand Man,” He suggested, staring into y/n’s eyes. “You and May use that time to run, okay?”.

Y/n visibly hesitated. “Peter, I’m okay with helping to get May out, but-".

Peter sighed. “Once she’s out, if it seems like I need help,” he paused. “And it is safe to do so, you can come back and help, deal?”

Y/n nodded, giving Peter a sympathetic and slightly worried smile. She took a deep breath as Peter pulled her in for a tight hug. “Be careful,” he whispered to her. “You too,” y/n sniffed, squeezing him one last time.

Peter gave Y/n a thankful nod before she ran to take care of May. He took a deep breath and broke out a window before he climbed outside. Peter groaned when he noticed he wasn’t going to get much of a break.

The lizard guy had seen Peter and grabbed him. “I told you there'd be consequences!” He chided. The lizard man flung Peter back inside the building through a different window before he scurried away.

Peter took one last deep breath as he came face to face with Osborn again. The breath of air didn’t last long as within seconds the Green Goblin had tossed Peter against the hallway's ceiling. Before Peter could even react, Osborn lifted him and once again body slammed Peter into the floor. Only this time, they both crashed through the flooring; falling several stories.

Y/n helped May up from her hidden position. When the sandstorm lessened slightly, y/n took that as her sign to get May out. It wasn’t quite the plan, but she could feel the darkness of Osborn more; as if he was getting closer to her and May. They were halfway to the lobby door when the ceiling near the door came crumbling down. Y/n pulled May behind her protectively, her hands blazing with her cosmic rays as she tried to see through the dust.

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Based on a True Story: The Conjuring and Writing Real Horror

Art and Words by Charlotte Elliott - Instagram: c.elli03

The Conjuring Franchise has always been a guilty pleasure of mine. There has always been something oddly alluring about the cursed doll of Anabelle bearing a bloody red grin; the shape of The Nun forming in the shadows of a dark abbey; a possessed child rasping in tongues while Ed Warren condemns the spirit back to hell. It’s a classic example of modern mainstream Hollywood horror.

When people learn I’m doing my PhD in horror studies, they often keenly ask me for recommendations. In blank panic, unfortunately, I forget every ‘good’ piece of horror media to ever exist. I forget my beloved Gremlins or Midsommar or The Thing. Never once have I admitted that The Conjuring has always been on my comfort list. Honestly, it’s kind of embarrassing.

It’s not the cheap jumpscares, or lacklustre storytelling. Sometimes, it’s nice to indulge in predictability. And sure, there’s the not-so-subtle message of conservatism. I can look past that, albeit grudgingly.

As a writer, the reason I feel weird about liking The Conjuring is its fabrication. Of course, no one expected Ed and Lorraine Warren - played by Patrick Wilson and Vera Farmiga - to be as perfectly vanilla as their on-screen counterparts. I’m certain most people roll their eyes as supposed demonologist Ed performs a house-shaking exorcism, whilst Lorraine has a convenient vision that reveals the last piece of the puzzle.

But who could blame Hollywood for ramping it up to make a profit? Isn’t that the crux of what horror and entertainment is all about? Profit, profit, profit. Facts go out the window when there’s an audience to entertain.

When I first became interested in horror based on ‘truth’, I tried my hand at writing my own dramatic short story based upon an alleged ‘real’ haunting. My source of inspiration was the Ancient Ram Inn in Gloucestershire, England. The Ram Inn self-proclaims to be a location of numerous historical true hauntings, presented as indisputable fact. The Inn’s website says there are Norman French records of the 800-year-old property, citing the Gloucester Records Office.

When researching, I couldn’t find any public records on the local archive database. Many websites described the Inn’s ‘true historical crimes’: a woman burned for witchcraft, a man murdered after his head was forced into the fireplace, an innkeeper’s daughter killed upstairs - if you believe hauntedrooms.com. In The Daily Mail, the former owner’s daughter, Carole Humphries, recounted “people running out of the house screaming”, stating “objects move… we used to hear the ghosts of murdered children''. Her father John told the BBC eight guests had to be exorcised.

The website boasts that the Ram Inn is built on ancient Pagan ritual grounds excavated by Bristol University. However, no academic records exist. I even contacted Dr. Stuart Prior, who is responsible for excavations in the Gloucestershire area. He said this claim is “certainly not related to any of the archeology [here]. I’ve never even heard of the Ram Inn''.

Not unlike The Conjuring stories, localised horror legends that claim to be based on truth are milked to generate profit. During my writing, I came to the conclusion that the Ram Inn’s original alleged victims cannot be vouched for. Especially thanks to questionable internet sources. Whatever the truth is in Gloucestershire, the Ram Inn still helped to inspire a (very average) short story. And it isn’t hurting anyone by claiming a spooky history.

The same cannot necessarily be said about The Conjuring. It’s not about the filmmakers ‘tricking’ the audience into thinking these events occurred. It’s not about the desire to profit from a fanciful story. Presenting ‘truth’ in film is dicey at best (where do you draw the line?). But this isn’t a criticism about cinematic accuracy.

My big issue with The Conjuring is not its extreme creative licence. The Nun II seriously goes as far to imply Lorraine Warren is a descendant of Saint Lucy. Sure, whatever. What I find uncomfortable is that The Conjuring presents the Warrens as the perfect Godly couple. In reality, they were crooks taking advantage of vulnerable people.

The latest instalment of the franchise, The Conjuring: The Devil Made Me Do It (2021), covers the trial of Arne Johnson. In 1981, the Warrens did try and get off a man convicted of manslaughter by using demonic possession as a defence. Although an interesting premise for a movie, The Conjuring unquestionably excuses Johnson’s actions by literally presenting ‘the devil made me do it’ argument. The Conjuring and The Conjuring 2 merely follow ghostly hauntings; the third film takes it one step further by disrespecting a real victim, Johnson’s landlord Alan Bono.

When I researched the Ancient Ram Inn, it seemed that the ghosts were so far back in history that no one knew the whole story anymore. Perhaps now, you can just claim anything. Unlike the Inn, The Conjuring films take place between the 1970s-1980s. It’s recent enough that we can decisively analyse the erasure of the ugly truth.

Ed and Lorraine Warren were terrible people that should not be given grace. They conducted paranormal investigations to scam people by citing false ‘scientific methods’. Ed had an affair with a girl who was only fifteen. Allegedly, Lorraine encouraged the girl to have an abortion (resulting from her relationship with Ed) to protect the Warrens’ reputation. There was also alleged domestic violence in the family.

The Conjuring has contributed a false legacy. For a couple so devoted to Catholicism and denouncing evil, the Warrens had no problem profiting from fake science and baseless clairvoyance. Meanwhile, they were supposedly engaging in domestic abuse and pedophilia. It is clear from any basic Google search that the Warrens were not even close to the wholesome power couple we see on screen.

For anyone writing about horror “based on a true story”, I encourage you to think about The Conjuring as an example of how storytelling can be harmful. Very few people believe in an exaggerated - well, downright invented - ghost story. Especially when you swear it really happened. Deep down, the audience knows the writing is for profit and entertainment. Even my silly little Ram Inn story was mostly fictitious, despite all that research. When depicting real subjects, writers have a responsibility to be considerate when real victims are involved. On top of that, it should go without saying that it’s in poor taste to glorify dreadful people, criminals, and/or con artists. Shamefully - although I like to flick it on for an easy watch - The Conjuring contributes to the problematic legacy of the Warrens as heroes against the horrors.

[sharpmidnight]

TSSM Pokemon Au Part 1

I watched some Pokemon videos and decided to give TSSM characters Pokemon for fun! This is also going off of @hermesserpent-stuff ‘s Spider Nephew Au. Also, there might be some people with the same Pokemon for different reasons; either they fit two people, or it’s to match with someone. I also base some of these Pokemon in different ways, from types, aesthetics, Pokedex Entries, jobs, powers, and backstories. I also won’t mind explaining my reasoning because I did a lot of research for them. Also, I tried o make sure they had diverse types, but some people might have more than 1 of the same type. Another thing is that I like to imagine that Peter and the other villains have 3 Pokemon for their civilian image and then the other 3 for their hero/villain work. 

The last thing is that I have only played up to Generation 8, and I have yet to play the other games. So my bad, if there is another Pokemon that suits them better.(let me know plz)

I will highlight their starter and their strongest. Red is their strongest, and blue is their starter. Purple is both. Any that has a * are their secret team. 

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Peter Parker/Spiderman

Ralts (Psychic/Fairy) 

Deerling (Normal/Grass)

Eevee (Normal)

Chimchar (Fire)

Joltik (Bug/Electric) *

Spinarak (Bug/Poison) *

Since Peter is a teen, his Pokemon hasn’t evolved yet. His starter is a Chimchar for being very agile in climbing along with Spiderman. Uncle Ben would have a Sawsbuck, and Peter got a Deerling after him. Ralts would be after Aunt May, who has a Gardevoir, but he planned to evolve it into a Gallade. After becoming Spiderman, he first encounters Jolik when messing with his web-shooters and leaving them on his desk but returns to Joltik trying to eat them. Since Joltik was small, it was impossible for him to find it until he managed to attract it with a battery. He then changed his mind and decided to keep it to look at the web it makes and how it can help him with electricity. However, it is quite mischievous that loves to hide from Peter.  He later gets a Spinarak he found in an alley that was injured and helped it. Now it won’t leave his side, but Peter is fine with it since this spider actually lets him do tests.

Harry Osborn/Crimson Curse

Skwovet (Normal)

Fennekin (Fire)

Taillow (Normal/Flying)

Meowth (Normal)

Mimikyu (Ghost/Fairy)

Gothita (Psychic)

(Released) Impidimp (Dark/Fairy) 

Same as Peter. His Pokemon hasn’t evolved yet. His first three Pokemon were given to him by Norman, so he wasn’t really allowed to choose. They are Fennekin (he did ask for a fire type like Peter and Norman agreed), Impidimp, Meowth, and Gothita (to go with Peter’s Ralts). He does befriend Mimikyu when he finds it hiding while watching another Pokemon being played with. He didn’t know that the Impidimp was working closely with Norman and keeping an eye on him. Also, this Pokemon feeds off negative emotions worked well for it. It wasn’t until Harry noticed what it was doing he released it. When he moved in with Queinten, he was able to get the Pokemon he wanted. He first caught Mimikyu since he cared so much for it. Quinten suggested a flying type to send messages and help in battle. Taillow was the bird Pokemon he liked the most. 

Norman Osborn/Green Goblin

Grimmsnarl (Dark/Fairy) 

Persian (Normal) 

Cofagrigus (Ghost)

Aerodactyl (Flying/Rock)

(Shiny) Hydreigon (Dark/Dragon)

Alakazam (Psychic)

Norman started with a Meowth and other Pokemon but wanted stronger Pokemon when he grew up. His second Pokemon was an Alakazam and then an Impidimp. Norman has a mask collection; he hires people to smuggle some masks in. One day he noticed that one of them moved, and it was a Yamask that was protective over the other masks. He managed to convince it to join them. As it evolves into a Cofagrigus, it acts as a security when someone breaks in or wants someone to disappear. He also sent people to get a fossil to get an ancient Pokemon. He also hired people to get him a shiny dragon-type Pokemon for his image (To have a powerful Pokemon that is shiny to show off and to jab Lincoln)

Aunt May

Alcreamie (Fairy)

Leavanny (Bug/Grass)

Espeon (Psychic)

Gardevoir (Psychic/Fairy)

When she was younger, Aunt May was a Pokemon trainer but wasn’t too serious about battling but was a coordinator. Her first Pokemon was Ralts, and she competed with her in her first contest. The Eevee was her family’s main Pokemon so she got one later when there was an egg. She evolved it to an Espeon by accident but loved her no matter what. Then she caught an Alcreamie to help her make better poffins. When she first caught a Sewaddle for its silk for clothes, she met Ben there. All of her Pokemon are evolved, and they don’t do much except for being good company, helping around the house, and being lazy (Espeon). 

Extra Stuff: Mimikyu is jealous of how loved Pikachu is, and Harry is jealous of how Peter is liked more by his father. This is something they both bonded with. 

Espeon likes to give Eevee baths as it tries to get away. Ralts like to stick with Gardevoir and tries to help but will create a mess. 

Uncle Ben only had a Sawbuck for traveling and was happy just having that. 

Harry almost got rid of Meowth out of anger towards Norman but remembered that it was Meowth who discovered what Impidimp was doing. 

Only Leavanny knows about the two bugs but covers for them too.

Joltic and Spinarak are not supposed to be seen, but Joltic likes exploring, so Peter will be doing stuff and will take one random look in a direction to see Joltic trying to explore and Spinarak trying to get it back and has to cover for them.