#imagine being a witch.......scary...

[musubiki]

another little lore tidbit: the central kingdoms military is called the "capitol guard," and the m-34th is just one of the probably hundreds of military regiments within it. they all have the same general look/structure to their uniforms (including the color), but only the emblem on the hats and badge thing changes

the m-34th is supposed to be, for the most part, out of the public knowledge, or at least blended into to other capitol guard officers. so youd see a lot of soldiers walking around the capitol but unless youre close enough to see the emblem you dont actually know what regiment theyre from (and 99% of the public doesnt know what any of the emblems even mean, so unless youre a witch you wouldnt be able to pick out an m-34th person until theyre close enough)

the idea is that since there's a lot of magic-erasure in society and witches just blend in, these guys are supposed to as well. so youd see an officer in a white uniform visiting some local business somewhere, and youd think "Oh they're getting lunch." and they MIGHT be, but also it could be one of those witch check-ups kind of thing.

also good for doing missions since theres capitol guard outposts in a lot of cities and towns, so if they needed to dispatch an m-34th officer specially to somewhere outside the central kingdom it wouldnt necessarily raise a lot of eyebrows from the locals or hint at some kind of magic-going-on's in any way

[raventrigonsdaughter]

Hmmmm thinking about Agathario wenclair crossover fic happening after wednesday season 1 and canon divergence with the ending of aaa... i have many thoughs

[whomeidontknowthem]

I watched an mdzs animatic with a song from wicked, and something in my mind finally clicked and now I want to scream about how similar my current and my past hyperfixations are.

"Good news, the witch is dead!" like

"No good deeds" is such a "character pushed to their limits" song. Imagine it before the nightless city. The first scream, as Wen Ning and Wen Qing walk away. The chanting as he lies there, unable to move, praying for them to be well. Memories of people he loves: Jiang Cheng and Jiang Yanli, Lan Zhan, the Wen siblings.

"Was I really seeking good, or just seeking attention?" -- as he looks at the burial mounds and leaves.

"If I cannot succeed, Fiero, saving you, I promise no good deed will I attempt to do again." -- as he learns about Wen Qing and Wen Ning's death.

Ending with him arriving at Nightless city and pulling out the flute.

I want to see it animated so much!

My skills are so annoyingly not up to the task. Maybe if my hyperfixation survives long enough that I learn drawing and animating things well? It'll be the third mdzs animatic I really wish to do one day. Maybe one day.

[caseybobava]

So as cute the current update is with all the wedding themes and what not, Black Forest Cookies story is actually kind of dark?

It’s pretty obvious that she’s grown up in St Pastry, meaning she’s spent her whole life praying to and worshiping the witches. And based on her behaviour in the current event, we can see that this devotion grew into complete romantic obsession.

And that’s really messed up.

If you’re in or have been in a religion, you can probably imagine how concerning it would be if someone in that religion became that obsessed with what you prayed to, especially to the point of wanting to marry them. Hopefully, this would be considered unhealthy and this person would be dealt with appropriately.

Unfortunately, Black Forest isn't being let down at all.

The leaders of St Pastry are ENABLING THIS. Even claiming that this behaviour is desirable and others should copy. Also Reverend Mother tells who she’s talking to that they’re “doubting” and “lacking in faith” for questioning Black Forest’s safety…the manipulation is crazy.

Also Black Forest’s devotion physically alters her form, becoming more monstrous. Scary.

The only other person we’ve properly seen from the St Pastry order is Pastry Cookie, who also isn’t doing great after what we’ve seen in the cake tower thing story. I vaguely also remember something with St Pastry order in cookie odyssey but I’d have to rewatch it.

I honestly really hope this is all building up to something dramatic, likely in the 5th anniversary, because I think that could be really cool.

(Little disclaimer down here, I’m not trying to attack anyone’s real world religion, just this fictional one 👍)

[batmanisagatewaydrug]

Very generalized question here:

Is it damaging or traumatic for children (anywhere from newborns to older school kids) to hear their parents having sex through the walls or accidentally walking in on their parents having sex?

I'm not asking about actively exposing them to someone having sex but accidents happen. And since the children aren't part of it and sex is a natural need for most humans and morally neutral, would it still be damaging for kids to be accidentally exposed to it?

hi anon,

generalized answer: no.

slightly more specific answer: trauma is complicated, and it is of course extremely possible for one person to be traumatized by something that leaves absolutely no lasting impression on someone else. I would never challenge someone about the circumstances that contributed to their trauma.

having said that, though, there's nothing inherently harmful about being indirectly exposed to completely normal expressions of sexuality or nudity. for much of human history, and still in many places in the world, people lived and slept in much closer quarters than many (relatively) privileged people are accustomed to today, and were much more likely to be exposed to the sex lives of relatives or other acquaintances. that was simply a fact of life.

much of the harm that stems from childhood experiences of sexuality don't come from the instance of sexuality itself, but from the harsh negative reactions from adult caregivers who instill a sense of shame in the child. I witness this all the time with people who were scolded as children for masturbating, for accessing sexually explicit media materials, or even for trying to ask their parents questions about sex. the harm did not come from the sexual element, but from the harsh response that convinced them that their curiosity and desire were wrong.

if accidentally overhearing or witnessing parents or other caregivers having sex is causing long-term distress beyond "ew, my parents are having sex 🤮" (pretty normal, even your friendly local sex witch doesn't want to imagine what his parents were getting up to), then that's likely more to do with the cultural beliefs being instilled in that person about sex rather than the sex itself. people having consensual sex isn't scary unless you've been taught to be scared of it.

[a-simple-imagine]

Don't They Know a Rabbit Can't Cry

Synopsis: while travelling the witches' road you're forced to confront the two witches who left you centuries ago without an explanation.

Pairing: Agatha Harkness x fem!reader x Rio Vidal

Words: 2.3k+

WARNINGS - swearing, choking, knives, nightmares, brief mentions of burning and being buried alive and playful use of 'mommy'

A LIFE ONCE LIVED //

It's a quiet evening as you pluck wildflowers in the wake of the setting sun. You would have to head home soon; to avoid the danger of navigating your way back in the dark. The older witch did not like you being out alone at night but you weren't quite done yet. The bouquet had to be perfect. Not that she would ever say otherwise. not to you anyway. Too soft. Too sweet. She had a soft spot for you. They both did. You twist the delicate stem between your fingers. Lavender. Beautiful. Intoxicating. And... hot. Sizzling against the pad of your pointer finger and thumb. And searing into the skin. You drop it quickly. Flames swallowing the single flower. Bizarre. You take another. plucking it from its spot. Flames shoot up from the ground surrounding you entirely. Red hot and roaring as the flowers make way for beautiful flames that dance in the breeze. Creeping closer and closer. Quicker and quicker. Until you feel it burn against your skin.

You jolt up. Sweaty and warm in the night's cold embrace. You're safe. Right now at least. No fire. No nothing. You rub your temple. Just a nightmare. They'd been more frequent as of late. Little flashes of the past engulfed in fiery fury. Fitting. The makeshift campsite was still. The ashes of the small fire dance in the breeze. Witches litter the ground in a moment of respite. You didn't know them but you imagine they're quite desperate. Most weren't brave enough to even dare travel the witches' road anymore. Pushing up you decide to go for a walk. Not far just enough to feel the cool air and calm your heart. Away from prying eyes. There wasn't much around here anyway.

"can't sleep?" it's a startling thing. To hear such a familiar sound so abruptly. It brings with it a quickened heart. A look of surprise. that voice. An unpleasant reminder of the past. That's all this trip seemed to be. A constant trip down memory lane. In many ways, you wish you had never agreed but maybe your darkened heart may still hold a few soft spots.

"just needed a minute alone,"

"That's a dangerous game around here," there is a playfulness to her tone. one that makes your jaw tense.

"can you just go away?" you ask. "I can't- I can't deal with this right now."

"playing hard to get?" just as playful but different. Still familiar. Annoyingly so. "what happened to that sweet girl who brought me flowers every day."

"don't," a threat. You wished not to relive the past right now. Not with them. They didn't deserve to remember you so fondly.

"made us little flower crowns." her voice travelled the woods. Surrounding you from all directions. Trapping you in your spot.

"stop."

"used to bring us fresh bread."

"fuck off," you bite back with an equally sharp turn. Subdued anger began to rise at the mere sight of them. Agatha Harkness. The harbinger of your nightmares. The years had been kind to her appearance but if rumours are to be believed she had a dark reputation. Evil. Soulless. Murderer. Maybe in another lifetime, you would have disagreed. A green witch stood to her side. Far enough away for you to know they weren't on good terms either. She sported a signature smirk you wanted to slap away. Rio Vidal. Infuriating in every conceivable way. They both brought different feelings. Similar but still different. "why can't you just leave me alone?

"we're only checking on you, dear,"

"After such a scary nightmare." Rio teased. "do you need to get in mommy's bed tonight?"

You take a deep breath. Don't raise to her level. Don't give her the satisfaction. It's not quite admitting defeat but you're tired. Falling against a nearby tree. "please leave." you let your head fall back against the bark.

"I'm sure Agatha won't mind,"

"leave the poor girl alone," as always Agatha comes in to mediate. It's always just a little misleading. The woman crouches down before you. Glassy eyes bore into yours and for a moment you're that girl again. The one they remember. Who picked flowers and planned picnics? Ran in the meadow and liked to sit at the edge of the lake. Who held on tight to Agatha's hand as she walked you home. You didn't have much back then. Lived in a small cottage in the woods with your family. The older witch came into your life so abruptly. Looking back on it now she probably just saw a naive girl she could play with. "are you okay?" her question brings you back to reality. The here and now. Stuck on the road with a bunch of washed-up witches and the two people you hate most in the world. Stuck in a never-ending cycle of reliving the past. The end seemed so far away. Who knows if you'll even make it that far with this useless bunch. "do you wanna tell us about it?"

"Agatha," said softly.

"yes, dear?"

"fuck. Off." quiet but firm. You can tell she wasn't expecting it. A little chuckle sounds from behind her. The witch raises.

"fine." Agatha answers. "forgotten how stubborn you can be." your eyes trail after her as she begins to walk away, Rio takes a moment before following. And the question that has been bubbling in your chest for centuries finally comes up.

"Why did you leave me?" they slow to a stop. Yet to turn back. Did you even really want to know the answer? Perhaps it was a question best left unanswered. Years of bitterness already seeped into your bones. Little to be said to make you less angry at them. Less murderous rage. "what did I do?"

"Nothing," Agatha urges. Short and simple. No explanation needed apparently. "don't stay up too late,"

"then why?" you asked again. a little louder. A little firmer. Why was she acting like this? Pretending she cared. It was infuriating.

"Just tell her," Rio presses, turning back to you.

"don't," Agatha places her hand on Rio's shoulder but that doesn't stop the green witch from sulking towards you. A malicious little smile.

"come on, look at her," a knife pointed in your direction as she makes her way over. "just as pitiable as she always has been." she crouches down in front of you much like Agatha had before. But you don't see that girl you once were. Her eyes fill you with anger. It's strange to think you used to admire her so. Used to put flowers in her hair, and she let you. The tip of her blade forces your head up ever so slightly. "A pathetic little girl. Scared of the world," a sharp pain. You swallow hard  "scared of anything real."

"Rio," Agatha walks up, towering over you two. "put it away,"

"Why should I?" she wonders. Pressing a little harder. "tell her."

"What happened to you?" Agatha questions. Your eyes flicker up to her. Did she really want to know or was it diversion. "where does this hate come from?"

"you left me," you reply. A loud bark of laughter from Rio as her blade lowers.

"no," the woman shakes her head slowly. "that's... not it."

"boring," Rio groans loudly. "I didn't lie, y'know? I know you don't want to believe me but it's true. Isn't it Agatha?" the woman rises to her feet. Patting the other witch on the shoulder. "we left because you were weak."

"it... it wasn't quite like that," Agatha offers out a hand. You brush it off, standing up. "we thought you'd be better off."

"alone?"

"without us." Agatha corrects. "you were so..." her eyes trail over you. "different back then. You didn't know you were a witch. You were just so..."

"innocent," Rio insists.

"no- well, yes but not in the way you might think. You just needed a push and we were being so careful,"

"soft," Rio interjects once more.

This little game of back-and-forth was cute. But you didn't care. Rio was using it as an excuse to get some sick sense of pleasure from throwing in insults while Agatha was doing anything to avoid saying what she thought. You knew Agatha. She could be just as mean as Rio. "can you get to the point?"

"you already know," you ignore Rio, looking straight at Agatha.

"We wanted to protect you," you can't help but roll your eyes. That was the best excuse she could come up with. Some fairytail bullshit. "felt easier to leave." you glance at Rio who looked just as over it as you did.

"Agatha thought you'd be better off without us. That we shouldn't be dragging you into a world you weren't ready for. Blah blah blah. Too weak to come with us. If we left you wouldn't get caught up in anything bad,"

"Rio was actually the one who didn't want to go,"

"Whatever," she huffs. Her gaze down at the knife in her hand; twisting the edge against the tip of her forefinger. "I thought it'd be worse if we just left you. that it'd fuck with you- we just needed to be harsher."

"but I was right,"

"you were wrong," Rio answers.

"How? I mean look at her," Agatha ushers towards you. "a full-fledged witch. Survived centuries. That's something. You didn't need us."

"do you wanna tell her or should I?" you wonder if Rio is genuine in her question or if this was just another attempt at teasing. This conversation had mainly been between the two of them.

"Tell me what?"

"I wasn't... okay, Agatha," you admit for perhaps the first time ever out loud. Only Rio knows what happened to you in the years between them leaving and the last time you saw her. You made sure of that. The two of them had grand legacies but you wanted to be forgotten in history. Like the legend of Bloody Mary. Not a sole dare speaks your name anymore because who knows what'll happen if you show up.

"oh bunny," a pet name you hadn't heard in a very long time. It almost seemed childish now. Pathetic. "just talk to me."

"you don't care,"

"god do I have to do everything around here," Rio complains. "she was tried as a witch, Agatha. Use your head for once."

"Rio," you huff.

She rolls her eyes. "burned at the stake."

"Rio," you snarl. "stop. I don't wanna talk about it."

"yes you do," she responds sharply. "you want nothing more than to make Agatha Harkness feel guilty for leaving you. Hurt her the way she hurt you." you dart for her in one swift motion. A hand around her neck. The teasing just becoming too much, and you were sick of hearing her talk.

"you hurt me too," you bark, shoving her against the nearest tree. What should be fear is instead a small smirk and dark eyes.

"fiesty," she quips. She knows you won't kill her. You can't.

"you're the only person to ever leave a mark." you resume. "an ugly scar that my body just refuses to heal."

"come on sweet one." you drive a little harder. "make it hurt."

"do you know what it's like to be tied up and buried in a coffin? To slowly suffocate to death over and over and over again," fingernails dig into the skin of her neck. You can see it's having an effect. The wobble in her smile. "the way your body screams for oxygen. Your insides burning with desire but there is nothing you can do?"

"drop her," Agatha's hand reaches your shoulder and your powers kick in. Your free hand waves her away. Energy blasts her backwards and she stumbles to the ground. A lesser witch wouldn't know of Agatha's ability to drain magic but you were smarter than that. careful in your use despite the speed. control what's around her rather than directly blasting her.

"don't touch me," you growl.

"our... little girl... is all grown... up," choked out of Rio's mouth. You watch her grow a little paler. A little more starved for breath. And then you drop her. She crumbles to the floor. "and filled..." she coughs. "with... murderous rage... apparently."

"calm down," Agatha tries from her place on the floor, as she tries to get up. You use your magic to help her up. Leaving her hovering just a few feet off the ground.

"y'know, when they dragged me from bed and burned me at the stake all I could think about was you two. Surely, they didn't just leave without a word. They'll... come back and help me." you can still picture that night. The confusion. the heat. The pain. "you left me," you walk towards Agatha. "and look at you now. The great Agatha Harkness is completely powerless."

"we're sorry, okay- aren't we rio?" rio shrugs a little. With a heavy sigh, you drop Agatha to the ground. "you've come a long way bunny."

"wasn't really a choice,"

"Can we just backtrack a little," the older witch requests. Brushing herself off as she stands back up.

"immortality looks good on you," Rio teases. You hold up a middle finger.

"you're immortal?"

"for the longest time, I thought one of you cursed me with it. Some fucked up way of protecting me. But then I went looking for you. Heard all about your extra circular activities. Witch killer, hiding behind dark magic," Agatha just looks back as you turn to Rio. She knew the story. "Rio was easier to find,"

"should have stayed dead," Rio insisted, the cold metal blade dancing across the scar on your neck. "how easier that would be," you shove her away and she just chuckles. "oh how I missed this," she wonders over to were Agatha is stood.

"I'm going back to sleep," you announce. "let's just leave it at that,"

"Why did you come," Agatha asks. You wonder if it's worth the conversation. The headache of continuing to engage with them. "if you hate me so much?"

"to die," you say eventually as you head back to camp.

// NEXT

[the-silver-peahen-residence]

"But that's so cool though! He was able to learn that from that series and he's really striking hard." Miko said impressed with Yuria agreeing. Now both girls were silent but they were nervous. Yeah, Yuji is someone not to mess with. Including if it involves someone messing with his friends and baby sister. He kept his word to keep her safe to everyone and for the DBT back in New York.

"Impressive. Impressive indeed Yuji.." Gojo smiled proud of him seeing the strikes.

~~~~~~~~

'Not bad Yuji....Not bad at all. Seems you learned a lot from that book and it's hitting back! Keep it up and one more good strike should finish him!' Sukuna said but Yuji kept focused but he was shocked abut one thing.

Did Sukuna just call him Yuji and not brat!? Damn, the king was very impressed and it's hard to impress him! Still striking, Yuji went faster and faster showing some gusts going behind the tree as it cracks more and more. He made sure to weaken him enough before he pulls back his arms and quickly delivers the final blow.

"Divergent Divine fist: 200 cursed strike technique!" he shouted delivering the final two hits hitting Hayato that it sends him right through the tree breaking it with such force with a explosion right after that shook the area.

Seeing this, Yuji deflects the attack but hits him even harder! He was not going to let up. He was hitting him so hard the hits were pressing Hayato against the tree bark cracking it.

~~~~~~~

"W..wow, where did he learn that!?" Nobara said shocked.

"..H..Hold on, that looks familiar....where did I see this before.." she mutters to herself trying to remember. Yuria was seeing this before remembering.

"You know, that looks like something from that one manga we found..uhhh what was it called Naruto? It looks like that one attack from that one clan where they strike using their fingers." she said.

"..You mean the Hyuga clan?" Yuria said.

"Y..Yeah that!" she said watching the screen. Did Yuji take up a idea from that one manga and made it into something of his own?

[theniftycat]

What other Neil Gaiman work might you like?

The biggest thing to know about Neil Gaiman is that each work of his is a mixture of horror, fantasy, and subtle comedy.

That being said, each of his projects is pretty distinct from one another and there might be some that are more up to your tastes than others.

I haven't read some of his newer stuff (because I largely stopped reading as much since the early 2010s), but I'll do my best to remember what matters in other works.

Horror

The Sandman is a great work for horror fans. It's also great for mythology fans and other nerds, but horror is a major push and pull factors.

The comic is probably the greatest body of work Gaiman produced and it's recommended if you're a goth at heart and are comfortable with themes of death and humans being gods' toys.

The Sandman (TV) is a great adaptation, but it's very short so far and doesn't cover the best stories.

Coraline is a horror story for children. It doesn't have anything that's not suitable for kids, but it can be viscerally scary to some people. Both the book and the film are great.

Mirrormask is my personal favourite, it's a low budget film with mindblowing surreal imagery and one of the best soundtracks ever.

It's about a teenage girl who has troubles with her parents (who run a circus, btw) and who gets swiped up by her imagination into a bizarre world that is being eaten by her depression. Not a scary film, per se, but it's disturbing. However, it's a very warm film and it always makes me feel better.

Fantasy

Neverwhere is set in a dimension of twisted London Underground where everything that's straightforward in our world becomes weird and too real.

It really tickled my imagination, I highly recommend the book.

Stardust is set in a more high fantasy setting.

It features kings, witches, ghosts, and a star that fell to the Earth. It has a young protagonist who's not exactly the best or the brightest person, so if you hate such things, stick to the adaptation. In my opinion, the book is just lovely.

American Gods is a darker fantasy that asks the questions: "What if every god people ever believed in became real through the power of their worship? And then what if that worship started fading?"

It's set in the USA and because that country is such a melting pot, there are many gods. And not all of them are happy. This is the book that gave Neil Gaiman his reputation of a writer who loves weird sex scenes.

Humour

Stardust the film is often compared to Princess Bride. It's lighthearted, funny, full of imaginative adventures.

Just a very nice film with an all-star cast.

Anansi Boys is a spin off of American Gods, but it's a lot more lighthearted.

Anansi is a trickster god, so you know things will get funky.

I haven't read The Graveyard Book and The Ocean at the End of the Lane yet, but I hear they're very good as well.

Also, short story collections or Norse Mythology might be a good place to start if you want to get a feel of Neil Gaiman as an author first.

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Somehow there's this glitch where everyone lose their eyes and it's hillarious yet terrifying. They have no eyes

abhfbyourae For those who don't know, something got Fucked Up when the Twst JP server updated to include Relax in Room Ruggie. This is how Ruggie exacts his revenge on The Rich/j Anyway, this resulted in a ton of buggy messes with the live 2D models of all the characters, mostly in the eyes and mouths. In some cases, they were entirely missing and in other cases, only partially loaded. (KJLABLHDBOIYARBI EVEN THE TSUMS WERE AFFECTED...)

It’s like one of those zombie apocalypse or infection AUs… 😭

chsjvejwjwkw Malleus missing his horns reminds me of the German girl in the Black Butler Emerald Witch arc… It’s anime adaptation is airing right now, and there’s a scene where she sits in a chair with massive horns. It’s giving “she claimed dragon!Malleus’s horns as ornaments for her furniture” 😭

jcsbsiwneke This one is as a particularly scary image… Imagine of the students possessed by ghosts in Endless Halloween Night looked like this?? 😭

Then there’s the cases where the eyes are entirely sclera (the white part)! These ones didn’t bother me as much because it’s a pretty common animanga trope for the eyes to go white and blank when you’re in despair, shocked, or panicked. It suits the characters in some cases. For example, Vil being appalled by his peers’ lack of grace, Jamil being scared of a bug, and Idia freaking out over socializing.

[amara-scott]

Imagine Mattheo and Theodore fighting over you constantly.

P.1

Reader x Mattheo Riddle / Reader x Theodore Nott

"The picknick was a good idea, I have to admit." I say, dropping another grape into my mouth, a full mouth turned into a smile. I sneak another one out of the basket Theo is carrying.

I glance over at Theo and he nods, grinning. He winks. "I know, Carina. I always have the best ideas, you should know that by now." I roll my eyes in amusement at his cocky statement.

As if on cue, I see a brown mop of curls rounding the corner, making me sigh. Great. Just great.

"Hey, what a surprise." Mattheo says, not seeming too happy as his eyes land on Theodore beside me. Mattheo shuffles something inside his jacket, flashing white, which I only catch a glimpse of. But I can't even question what it was before these two begin staring each other down.

An undeniably painful pause is the only thing holding me back from just turning around to run away. It's scaring me to even move a muscle. If these two don't sort out whatever is bugging them, I won't hesitate and avoid them both. I really did try to help them befriend each other once more. Their inner rivalry didn't get unnoticed by the rest of our friend group either. What has gotten into them these past few weeks?

"(Y/N), let's get going." Theo's free hand wraps around my wrist, not even glancing at me once while talking. He turns and tries to pull me with him, but not before Mattheo steps up, pushing Theo.

I stumble with him, still being in the grasp of Theo's strong hand. He let go and I take a step back.

"Excuse me?!" I get out before straightening up, rearranging my cloak. My glare hits Mattheo, but he is fixed on the boy in front of him as they now nearly graze noses. If I didn't know these two, I'd say one of them would be a Gryffindor. That would make sense at least. This is worse than Draco and Harry.

"Where do you think you're taking her, huh?" He grits out, and I can't say a word, too stunned I am being dragged into this ongoing fight now.

"Stop it, both of you!" I yell, but neither of them are backing down, making it really hard not to just ask a Professor to break them off. I glance around, only a few students hushing past, not daring to spare a look.

"We are going somewhere that is none of your concern, Riddle."

"Yeah? I don't think so, Nott."

"Why don't you fuck off and shag one of your whores, mind your own damn business!"

I had never seen either of them so worked up, which certainly was scary to look at. I try once more, "boys, come on, this is ridiculous." I gulp as they still don't look at me. My heart starts racing, and I try to find a way out that won't result in broken noses or wands at each other throats. What is going on with these two?!

"Come on, (Y/N)." Theo says again, making me debate what I should do. Pick a side? I don't want to be the reason one is more mad or disappointed by what I do.

"No." I mumble, feeling my eyes sting as I blink. I gulp once more, Theo's eyes finding my form a few feet behind Mattheo. His face relaxes as he looks at me.

"See? She doesn't want you, Nott." I can only make out the corner of Mattheo's lips as they curl up into a grin. Which doesn't help my situation.

"I'm not picking a side here, Matt, you are both acting extremely childish over – over, who knows what!" I turn and storm off, ignoring Matt and Theo yelling my name.

These idiots took it too far now. I won't speak a word – won't spare them another glance. Ugh, boys!

___

"-and he pushed Theo! Like a little kid! What is going on with these two?" I sat across from Pansy, piercing my fork into my piece of chocolate cake over and over again until it went mushy and the appetite left me. I sigh, my fork dropping onto the table, and I bury my face into my hands.

"You know them. They will get over it. Theo probably stole Matt's last fudge fly. They're boys, just like you said." She mumbles and keeps chewing on her dessert, eyes scanning the next page of her Witch Weekly magazine.

"I hope you're right." I mutter under my breath.

"Hey you two-" Draco joins us at the table, sitting down next to Pansy, Enzo settles beside me, I send him a brief smile.

"What's pestering you, (Y/N)? Or should I ask – who's pestering you?" He snickers and earns a stare from Pansy, making him shut up.

"Wait – do you know something, Draco?" I ask him and squint my eyes at him. He obviously does, as he stutters for a word, shaking his head. His cheeks slightly pink.

"Enzo, what is going on? Where are the others?" I turn to him, he sighs but shakes his head, sending me a small and sorry smile.

"I promised not to tell anyone. Especially not you, love." I grow irritated with the lot and push myself up, sending another glare at Draco, he would be easier to break. I take out my wand, holding it by my side and start boring holes into his head. He tries to avoid my deathly stare. But then he makes the mistake of connecting his eyes with mine.

"If you won't tell me right now where they are, I will personally make sure to have you grow a second nose every day, for the rest of the year – you will smell things you wish you didn't –"

"– come on, (Y/N), we promised –"

"– In the library, in the far back corner on the second level –" Draco squeaks, making Enzo glare at him in shock.

"We promised, Draco!"

"I don't care, I know she'll do it. I don't want a nose on my bum one morning! She knows how to get into our dorm." Draco snarls and glares at the table as I hurry off. Pansy only smirking and eating her second dessert in peace.

"Go get them!" She calls out without looking up and I wave her off, pushing past a few people on my way. My heart is racing and I don't know if I want to even meet these idiots. I promised myself to ignore them. Well that didn't take long for me to break.

I round the corner and walk into the library. My racing thoughts made this quiet place unbearable as I heard every damn thought of mine. But just as I take the last couple steps on the stairwell, I am met with hushed shouting.

"– how about you're both idiots? I really am hungry and if you two make me miss dinner, you won't sleep another night –" I hear Blaise taunting. I glance between a few books on the shelf, making out three heads. There they are. Blaise sits by the window, I could see his face clear as day. Theo sat sideways, eyes turned to the table in between them both. Mattheo on the other hand stands, pacing back and forth. He stops, just as my breath.

"Theo simply has to admit that he went behind my back. He took away the only thing that really mattered –"

"The only thing that mattered? The only thing that mattered to you was to simply get laid! Like always – just pick a different girl!" Theo stands up too now, Mattheo stepping up to his figure.

Blaise suddenly steps between them, hands on either chest and looks back and forth. "Hey, boys, you truly think we haven't had these lines already tonight? You're both ridiculous."

So this is about a girl? Is this about –

"Well, (Y/N) would never pick someone like you."

Shit.

"Like me? You're one to talk, Nott – stealing her from me, right after I told you I liked her. I trusted you, you are supposed to be my fucking best mate!" Their hushed voices are not so hushed anymore and I glance down to Miss Pince's desk. She narrows her eyes, scanning the upper level.

Blaise is struggling to hold Mattheo back now, Theo's lips curling into a smirk. I lean closer, my eyes still wide. How do they both like – me? Is this a stupid prank?

WHACK!

I was obviously leaning onto the shelf a bit too much as a book fell to the ground. Their heads turn to me and I could now clearly see all of them through the opening. I give them a weak smile and wave. "Hey –"

"(Y/N)?" Theo asks, stepping forward, around the shelf. I meet him half way, Mattheo’s eyes as hard as stone. My mouth feels dry while I try to think of what to say. I shrug and try to smile. My eyes land on Blaise who seems relieved, sighing as he walks up to me and wraps an arm around my shoulder, glancing between Theo and Matt.

“Maybe you’re the best to talk to them right now.” He pats my shoulder and turns to leave, I turn my head, wanting to tell him to stay, my heart racing. Blaise stops, glancing back at me. “Good luck.” He smirks and skips down the staircase. I really don’t want to turn back around so I take my time, gulping as I focus on both their shoe pairs instead of any eyes. Theo steps up slowly. “Carina, what did you hear?” My eyes shoot up at his question and Matt huffs, falling back into a cushioned arm chair.

“Obviously she heard it all. Otherwise she would be smacking our heads by now.” He mumbles at the end, his head held high as he’s glaring down at his knees, his hands squeezing the soft armrests. His sharp jaw clenching every now and then.

“I- I really-“ I take a deep breath shaking my head. “- don’t know what to say.”

“You don’t have to say anything.” Theo sends me a small encouraging smile. Matt’s head rolls back as he groans out.

“Oh please, stop that stupid emphasizing scheme!” Matt stands back up and joins us, glaring at Theo in disgust. Theo just rolls his eyes, turning to him.

“Just because you’re cold-hearted and only care about yourself doesn’t mean everyone has to-“

“-oh I only care about myself? You’re one to talk, fucking backstabber-“

“-Me? You are-“

“Hey!” I yell out, them both turning to me as they are once again almost choking each other. I ignore a few shushes thrown our way. Mattheo’s eyes soften as I look directly at him. His lips part and in his eyes I see that he’s struggling to hold back from saying what’s on his mind. “Matt-“ I get out, holding back my own emotional rollercoaster.

“I- I can’t-“ He stammers, rushing past me and running down the stairs, leaving. I walk up to the railing, my hands closing around the cold wood while I am looking after him.

“It’s true, isn’t it?” My head snaps around, Theo’s sad eyes glossy. He looks down, stepping closer and stops a foot from me. His eyes wandering back up, like he’s taking one last good look at me. Taking me in.

“It’s always been him.” He continues.

———

For part two choose your ending:

Mattheo

Theodore

Third ending?... (coming soon)

[hotvintagepoll]

Elsa Lanchester (The Bride of Frankenstein, Witness for the Prosecution, Mary Poppins)—Surely somebody's already submitted Elsa Lanchester for this right? Right??? Because her scrungle levels are OFF THE CHARTS in literally everything. The way she's Katy Nanna straight-up refusing to spend another minute with Jane and Michael Banks because she has DIGNITY thank you very much. The way she's Mary Goddamn Shelley stuck listening to Lord Byron mansplaining literature like "ha ha maybe even YOUR little monster story will be published" and she shoots back "It *WILL* be published, *I* think!!!" in the most bright-as-nails fuck-you-Byron voice imaginable. The way she's a nurse herding her lawyer charge through a sordid love-triangle case and we gradually realize the real love story was between her and the lawyer all along. The way she's a clandestine witch casting hexes on telephones, the way she's a princess's PA and helps an old friend steal an invitation card, the way she's a cleaning lady who goes to Germany to personally assassinate Hitler, the way she's a posh village worthy trying to impress Danny Kaye, the way ERRGHH i could go on just look at her scrungle.

Conrad Veidt (The Cabinet of Dr Caligari, The Man Who Laughs)— oh my god look at him in Caligari. I specifically said that he's from this because him as Cesare is just. MMMMM. he's so wet and sad and scrungly. and little. he's like a kitten left alone in a dark alley except he's also killed people (not his fault). something wrong with him (Cesare). as for Conrad himself. oh my god look at him... them big ole eyes and the walk of some fucking thing creature

These are the the quarterfinals for the scrungly little guy contest. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. If you’re confused on what a scrungle is, or any of the rules of the contest, click here.

[additional submitted propaganda + scrungly videos under the cut]

Elsa:

Conrad:

I mean just look at him. The wet cat energy. The ghostly eyes. He did the monster mash before anybody. Where would we be today without him, he even has one (1) song on spotify. I regularly forget he's dead and wonder what his next movie will be. He slays in any role. The Ultimate Skrunkle.

He's the ultimate scrungly to me, the basis for many of our scrungly guys today. he's so skinny and pale and he wears so much eye makeup

He was THE bisexual goth tumblr sexyman of early film. Seriously the old timey Tumblrinas would send him fanmail about wanting him to choke them. He inspired the designs for the Joker and Jafar,and was nicknamed the “Demon of the Silver Screen” for his horror roles. His first wife divorced him for crossdressing. Hitler sent him hate mail for speaking out about antisemitism. He really loved his wife and told the Germans to go fuck themselves when they threatened his job if he didn’t divorce her for being Jewish. Just look at me and tell me this guy isn’t scrungly he’s like a personification of the emo kid from Horton hears a who

[cw the below clip depicts assault/abduction and could be scary for some viewers]

[kalpeavaris]

I FRIGGEN LOVE YOUR DRAGON!AU

LIKE THE DESIGNS AND LORE HAVE MY BRAIN WORMS RAVING

could I get a Vuzi doodling sketch in the au if possible o^o/NF AT ALL IF YOU DONT WANNA

youuu infected me with brain worms this is yourrrr fauulllttttt

TEEHEE THANK YOU AANON I'm glad the brainworms are spreading!! /silly

Of course ofc here you go, have this Vuzi doodle hehe

Also yk what, also have this short vuzi dragon!AU story I wrote:

Suddenly, the forest seemed much colder and darker than before, sun hiding behind huge canvases made from green and orange leaves rustling in the wind.

She’d seen cemeteries and graveyards in the human society, especially the one right by the Elliott manor filled with their ancestors, but those were usually buried deep within the flourishing earth, never to be seen again - silently decomposing and being eaten by those squirming their way through the soil.

“I think we should go back.” V’s eyes stared down the mossy skeletons sprawling out in front of her, laying there silently, only accompanied by the mushrooms and trees growing all around them. One of their stems even pierced the ribcage of a huge, dragonic skeleton, seemingly only growing there after they had perished. “It’s scary. Why is there so many dead things?”

“Scary?” Uzi repeated that word with utter confusion before simply jumping atop the aforementioned ribcage, sitting down on it to V’s horror. “The forest bones aren’t scary. They’re friends. I’ll show you.” She nodded towards V, gesturing with her head to follow.

“Friends?” The furrow between V’s brows deepened. “They’re decomposed corpses. How can they be anything else but that?”

“They tell stories.” Uzi came back down, landing with a soft ‘thud’ in the moss besides V. “Our Elders go here to die once their time comes. They pass on peacefully, and they leave their knowledge and stories within the roots of the trees, fungi and moss.” She nodded towards each of them, V’s gaze following every single time. “If you find bones in the forest, they’re most likely harmless. They’ve been here for centuries, laying in rest, sleeping until someone comes along that wants to hear their ancient knowledge.”

“You sound a little bit like a witch. Wait, no, you sound very much like a witch.”

“Well, maybe I am a witch,” Uzi grinned. “A ghost witch.”

“Pft. Yeah you are.” V scoffed playfully, rolling her eyes in amusement. “What’s next? You’re telling me that these skeletons can talk, too?”

“Yeah, I am,” the wild dragoness teased, jumping onto the ribcage once more. “Not exactly how you’d imagine them to talk, though. They speak in tongues long forgotten, and they’re not using their mouths.”

“How else is someone supposed to communicate then?”

“Dear God you’re a tough one, aren’t you?”

“Not very into fairy tales and ancient legends,” V admitted. “I’m not used to seeing bodies… this up close. Or above earth.”

“Do humans bury their deceased ones?”

“Yeah.” Finally, V allowed her mind to calm. She sat down on the moss, careful not to touch any bone, wrapping her arms around her legs tucked closely to her chest - making herself smaller, almost without noticing. “They put their bodies into caskets and bury them deep below.”

Uzi scoffed, wrapping her tail around one of the massive rips before letting herself hang down from it — staring right at V, who flinched at the sudden appearance of another face next to hers. “Wow. That sounds boring,” Uzi replied. “How are they supposed to listen to the stories then?”

“Well, uh. They don’t? I suppose.”

[sulumuns-dootah]

WHB demons' favorite horror movies

⟡ Masterlist ⟡ 

A/N: Another long post including all our demon boys :D Also thought I'd change up the look of these all-demon big posts so lmk if you like this one ^^

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Satan

You'd expect him to pick some torture-porn, but he actually picks something supernatural

More specifically a movie with vengeful spirits

People hurting each other? meh... Spirits messing with people bc they're pissed? Well, now we're talking

Favorite movie: The Grudge (2004)

Sitri

Rather than something scary, Sitri like watching something cosy

Doesn't want to spill his tea when a jumpscare gets him

The only time he'll watch something like that is with his partner, so he can hear their heart race

Favorite movie: The Shining (1980)

Amy

(We've had Amy just for a little bit so bare with me)

Rebellious boi allert (?)

Pretty boy loves to watch movies about other boys ^^

Favorite movie: Lost boys (1987)

Leraye

In last year's halloween-themed post I wrote that Leraye doesn't care as long as the movie has thunderstorms in it and I still stand by that

Who has the brain capacity to remember movie names when most of your blood is rushing south?

Paimon

Please, please, please introduce Paimon to Hereditary!

Still, despite the movie literally having them in it, Pai prefers more of a "girly" horror

Favorite movie: Jennifer's body (2009)

Belial

Okay, not really a horror movie fan per se, but a horror musical?

With a lot of good music with funny lyrics?

And the type that Jiyu enjoys singing?

You've got Belial's attention

Favorite musical: Sweeney Todd (2007)

Astaroth

We've got a psychological horror fan on our hands!

Oh, and if the movie has the characters speak in unordinary way?

A local accent or different language has Astaroth interested instantly

Favorite movie: The Vvitch (2015)

Zagan

Zagan likes the old classics

Or the old movies where the characters don't speak

Sadly, he doesn't speak up for himself when the nobles are arguing what to watch, so he has to watch a lot of movies from the others

Favorite movie: Frankenstein (1931)

Ppyong

As brave as Ppyong thinks he is, he doesn't like horror movies that much

Usually, someone has to be with him for comfort and safety while watching anything remotely scary

Favorite movie: Any of the Scooby Doo movies

Mammon

I... don't think Mammon has a preference.

Part of me feels like he doesn't really get the point of watching movies

Like, if you suggest snuggling up and watching something, he'll be all for it, but only bc of the snuggling bit

Favorite movie: Your favorite movie

Bimet

Is anyone surprised that this gold-digger loves any movie that follows wealthy people?

Me neither

Doesn't matter what genre it is, he's The Rich Person Apologist™

Favorite movie: American psycho (2000)

Eligos

Eligos doesn't like scary movies, but(!) horror adjacent movies are his thing

Loves all those teenage witch shows and movies like The Craft

Oh, also Scream Queens ^^

Movie nights with Paimon and Eligos >>>>>>

Favorite movie: Elvira: Mistress of the Dark (1988)

Valefor

Since Valefor like to know about other people's experiences in bed, why not extend that to the type of media he likes?

Found footage feels right to say that Valefor would enjoy

Also, why do a lot of the found footage movies contain sex scenes? :/

Favorite movie: Ghoul (2015)

Leviathan

I bet you expected something Lovecraftian, huh?

So did I, but couldn't find any movie in that genre that would scream Levi's name

But you know who fits his aesthetic perfectly? Tim Burton's movies!

It also kinda makes sense since I'd imagine our poor PTSD-having demon would hate anything making him feel on edge

He's had enough of being scared

Favorite movie: Corpse Bride (2005)

Foras

Ooh, another psychological horror fan!

I also imagine that all the Hades nobles like theatre/musicals/ballet, so let's look for somethin in the middle...

Favorite movie: Black Swan (2010)

Barbatos

You can imagine how Barbatos reacts to most scary movies, which usually consist of dark scenes shot at night

Not to say he won't watch anything with you, but he will complain about how pale the actors are :/

Favorite movie: Midsommar (2019)

Glasyalabolas

Okay, we can all see this coming

This fucker (affectionate) loves his torture-porn

I mean, most of us have read his H-scene

Favorite movie: Hostel (2005)

Orias

Our old/young man loves movies with creepy children since he looks like one of them

Some even give him inspiration for acquiring more souls for himself

Favorite movie: Sinister (2012)

Beelzebub

To capture this idiot's attention, a movie needs to be really interesting to him

Likes his cannibal movies

They, just like to Orias, give him inspo, but this time for recipes

Favorite movie: Texas Chainsaw Massacre (1974)

Bael

Bael is more grounded with his taste in movies

Still a slasher fan, but more on the realistic side

Imagining him just sitting on a couch/armchair while sipping some tea under a blanket while watching a movie gives me tired single mom vibe idk

Favorite movie: Psycho (1960)

Naberius

An obvious fan of Werewolf movies since he's one technically too

Kinda hopes that he can learn something about controlling his transformation from them

(I don't really like werewolves alltogether so I found this one on google - I hope it's good)

Favorite movie: Wolf (1994)

Stolas

Rebelllious boi 2

If there's guns that shoot, Stolas will watch it bc it goes with his tough guy persona

Favorite movie: The Purge (2013)

Amon

Given that he'll most likely fall asleep during the movie if he's not watching it with Beel or you in the room

Likes 90's movies in general bc they're more chill and more about the vibes

Favorite Movie: Scream (1996)

Ronove

Another torture-porn enjoyer

Surprise surprise?

Yeah, him and Glasya having a movie night is an experience only for the stongest

Favorite movie: Laid to Rest (2009) or The Collector (2009)

Phenix

Phenix loves any and all movies and they don't need to be scary or anything due to their affliction

Still, I think if they weren't under Asmo's influence, they would enjoy a good succubus/siren movie

Favorite movie: Siren (2016)

Dantalian

Yep, another torture-porn fan, except this time for the opposite reasons

Glasya and Ronove look for fun gore, Danta is looking for hot ways to die

Favorite movie: Audition (1999)

Belphegor

Okay, not a movie but an anime

What else would you expect from our weeb snoozer?

Favorite anime: Junji Ito Maniac! (2023)

Beleth

Usually, Beleth loves his mafia type of movies

When it comes to horror, he wants to be laughing hard

Bonus points if he can relate in some sort of sense to the main villain

Favorite movie: Beetlejuice (1988)

Gusion

Teacher boy loves his horror villains S-M-A-R-T

Like the calculated, composed type

Favorite movie: Silence of the Lambs (2001)

Bathin

There's nothing scarier to Bathin than being contained to one place without the possibility to escape

It makes him feel claustrophobic no matter how big the place is

Like you could lock him up in a castle full of spacey rooms and he'll be anxious

Favorite movie: Misery (1990)

Andrealphus

Since Andre can't see, I don't really think he's enjoy movies

He does, however love the audio stuff

Audioboooks and horror game OSTs are his go-to's during spooky season

Favorite audiobook: Between two Fires

Favorite game OST: Layers of Fear

Agares

Since Belphie took Niflheim from him, Agares realised he really loves his vengeful spirit movies

'They took from her so she started taking from them'

or how the quote was in his favorite movie

Favorite movie: The Woman in Black (2012)

Vassago

With his love for speeches and such, Vassago finds himself ofhen enjoying the religious horrors

Bonus points if there actually are some speech scenes

Favorite movie: Midnight Mass (2021)

Lucifer

If there's a movie containing the Antichrist, Luci is interested

He kinda also finds it amusing to see humans fumble with their demon names and stories

Favorite movie: The Omen (1976)

Morax

It might be a bit childish, but Morax likes movies themed around holidays

Bonus points if there is an adorable character

Favorite movie: Trick 'r Treat (2007)

Buer

Buer loves a good mindfuck movie with an unexpected twist

Other psychological horrors are good too, but you know...

There's nothing better than a lore drop that makes you wanna rewatch the movie from beginning and look for the subtle hints

Favorite movie: Orphan (2009)

Marbas

The last member of our gore aficionados

The only struggle for Marbas is to not criticize some anatomy errors of the sfx team

Favorite movie: Terrifier (2016)

Gamigin

It's rare for this babey dragon to watch horrors, but if he's with someone, he will

Once he's watched one already, he's less scared and will watch it again alone

Any movie where he can relate to a character is an instant hyperfixation until another movie comes around

Favorite movie: The Boy (2016)

[strawberry-pockii]

[mun behind toeridiaorbust] In the mermay/mermaid AU, how do you think the MC would come into the environs of where all the LIs are? Are they a human, or some other kind of sea creature or sea entity?

And!!! What about Soulless? What would those be like?

i think the soulless might more or less just be feral forms of animals? so sharks, orcas, scary things that will try and eat you in the ocean (；′⌒`). i imagine princess is a dogfish, and is very affectionate with ais!!

as for the MCs!! i think that's kinda up to everyone on which possibility suits your MC best ♪(^∇^*) for my MC rook, i said they're a merperson but i think they're probably in a similar boat with mhin and have something wrong with their gills and so that's how they're cursed. it also might depend on the route you want too!

some other possibilities are:

you were once a human but now through some weird curse/sea magic you have been turned into a merperson

perhaps you made a deal with a sea witch for one reason or another?

maybe you were the apprentice of a sea witch if you were the alchemist!

if you want to pursue vere, perhaps you're a human who sees what the senobium science center does with him and so you want to free him

the hound/exile i can easily see being a dolphin, orca, or whale that was kicked out of their pod

there's many possibilities and i would hate to limit anyone's MC!

[lostintransist]

Hell's Spawn | ER Residency

Part 1 | AO3

The match process for doctor hopefuls should be launched into the sun. It would spit out more compassionate, professional doctors. Frankly, if graduating med students were matched with open positions in their preferred field instead of the masochistic Squid Games-esque battle, everyone in the U.S. healthcare system would be better off for it. You trolled the bad doctors’ pages on Reddit in your moments between classes. Some of these interactions sounded like doctors who had been scuttled into specialties they didn’t want and then never fought for anything else.

The number of ideas you had for making the whole of the medical system better would have you imprisoned and prosecuted as a witch. The match system was only the first place you would shake up. Sadly, you would never have enough money to rip the exploitative system apart. But if you could? Some days, you wish someone would ask your thoughts on how to make things better so you could dump every stray thought and flight of imagination that could change the brokenness of the system.

The flight you were currently on, to Reno, Nevada, of all places, had maxed out your second credit card. This would be your seventh in-person interview. Even after COVID, many hospitals insisted on in-person interviews. You know better than to let your real thoughts out from behind your teeth. No matter how progressive the interviewer in front of you, the purse strings would always be against any single employee who might rock the boat.

When the seat belt light dinged, you cracked the window shade. This flight was mostly empty, and you had been able to scoot from your middle seat to the window. First thoughts of the city? It’s bigger than you expected. The unintelligible mumbles from the pilot rumble through the cabin. Must be saying thank you, and giving local time and weather. You can’t help but wonder if pilots know they sound like they are speaking through a tin can in a windstorm. Maybe they like it.

Being three rows from the back, you unbuckle after touchdown but don’t stand, it is going to take at least ten minutes for the plane to empty. An acquaintance from a general ed class who had been working toward a pilot’s license explained it to you once why they could empty a plane nose to tail, but why they couldn’t load tail to nose. You didn’t remember why now.

Flights always left you contemplative. Something about the containment or harnessing of physics lets your mind wander. In actuality, it had to be the medicine you would use to get through the trip away from home.

Today would be a quick turnaround; the flight in landed at 10 AM and the one home left at 6 PM.

Once half the plane had de-boarded, you requested a taxi. After the last scary experience with a ride share, you stuck with the tried and true yellow cabs or whatever the equivalent. The website showed for pickup would give you enough time to change into your thrift store suit and slap on enough makeup to be “professional” as a female presenting person.

The ride to the hospital went as smoothly as they could; this taxi driver at least had some sweet tunes. You used your phone to add several of them to your playlist. While this hospital wouldn’t be your first choice, they were only a level II trauma, you would take what you could get. You wanted to be front-line, hands-on, and the assistance you provide is immediate and visible.

At seven years old, you had caught the flu that landed you in the ED. The doctors had talked to you like you were important and your feelings mattered. That interaction had set you up on this path. However, pediatrics wasn’t for you. Children in pain, dying, sent you spiraling. You would rather work as a radiologist, and staring at results often sends your eyes crossing.

A receptionist stationed at the main entrance of the hospital walks you to what you assume is a conference room. They poke their head inside and return with a smile.

“They will be with you in a moment.”

“Thank you,” you offer in return. In favor of pulling out your phone that buzzed lightly in your pocket, you study the painting on the wall next to the door.

Abstract. Why did donors or owners choose to stash their ugly art pieces in hospitals? Didn’t they know that a bad view could hinder patient recovery time?

The door sliding open has you turning and offering a polite smile until you see one Horangi, Kim, as he insisted you call him.

“It’s nice to hear my name. Only my father calls me Kim anymore, and he stopped picking up the phone when I took up with KorTac instead of going to medical school after my mandatory military service.” He had shared that fact over text. It tasted of shame and secret hopes.

“Kim!” You let out a shocked laugh as you greet him. “What are you doing in Reno?”

His dark brown eyes are warm as he smiles down at you.

“Dr. Hallet is a personal friend and had a few moments to entertain me as I wait for a layover.” He gestures to the doctor standing behind him.

Remembering your manners, you offer Dr. Hallet a handshake and a warmer than it would have been smile. She replies with a smile of her own.

“Hello, it’s good to meet you.” Glancing back at Kim, you say one more thing. “If you’re flight isn’t soon, I would be happy to share a cab.”

He nods once.

“My flight is not until five.” He steps from the door of the conference room, “I will wait for you in the lobby.”

Warmed by the unexpected face, you crush your interview. Dr. Hallet seemed impressed by your general knowledge. While your work experience (really the lack of it in the medical field) was a drawback, your persistence and tenacity shone through in your scores and how quickly you had moved through school.

Kim ordered and paid for the taxi when you appeared at his side. He lounged, his ankle settled on a knee, and his phone resting in his hand as he watched something on his phone. Leaning in, you gasp as you recognize what show he is watching.

“You’re watching Hidden Love?!” You slap his shoulder repeatedly as he pops the headphone from his ear.

“You watch Chinese dramas?” He sounds genuinely perplexed.

Shrugging, you smirk down at him.

“I get bored with American TV. That’s it, now we have to compare lists of what we’ve seen.”

He deflates into the chair with a sigh; arms and legs akimbo, he stares up at you.

“I’m never getting rid of you, am I?”

Grinning like being feral is your nature, you reply, “Like you would ever want to be rid of me.”

He joins you in laughter before standing. “Our ride is here.”

Hell Masterlist | Masterlist

@demothers-empty-blog

[sepublic]

So @dazeddoodles confirmed from a recent Dana Terrace event that the S1 intro was originally going to have a shot of Lilith’s nails tearing through it, which means we would’ve had a parallel to the S2 intro doing the same with Belos!

I wonder if that was always the plan, or if the Belos shot was only added to compensate for the Lilith one being cut because some executive, of course, said it was too ‘scary’ and had it removed. Oh, how Disney has fallen… In some ways it has improved but Jesus was that person fr???

But it makes sense, it frames Lilith as the antagonist of S1 in a sense, the final boss because it kind of does boil down to the conflict with her by the end of the day! It’s her tenure as the villain! I wonder if this removal was at least a happy accident since it helps frame Lilith as less of an enemy, which I think adds to the big reveal in Agony of a Witch; But on the other hand, her getting into conflict with protagonists was kind of a foregone conclusion given the surrounding circumstances and tropes. It was still a surprise just how vindictive she was about it, though…

Makes me think of how our first glimpse of Lilith ever was a brief shot in a commercial released in the week before her debut, too! Funny to think of how we’d have known of Lilith pretty early on, like back in Fall 2019; Maybe even speculated on her as THE villain, before we got more context and a name drop in her actual debut! Those were the days, obsessively waiting for The Owl House after knowing of its 2020 release date, getting it ASAP because it’s the very start of 2020. That introductory teaser taking clips from the first four episodes set to an original tune heard nowhere else! It was a magic that really drew me in and it got better and I couldn’t have imagined what we were getting, while at the same time having a good feeling about this one, all the same!

And hey; At least we got an adorable shot of King Clawthorne and some references with it! I guess I can see the parallels in King also being an immature little brother who talks big about destroying enemies to feel big. But otherwise the difference in how far he takes it and how much he actually grows is insane.