#threads || jonah and chase

[mundoperla]

𝘿𝘽𝘿 𝙠𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙫𝙞𝙫𝙤𝙧 𝙨/𝙤 “𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙚𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜” 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙪𝙧𝙩. (help)

DBD killers x Gender Neutral S/O

⭒☆━━━━━━━━━━━━☆⭒

— Getting cut up wasn’t stopping you from having a quick minute to yourself. Little did you know that you had a front row audience to your little show.

[ characters included;; pyramid head, herman carter, caleb quinn, ji-woon hak & danny johnson ]

⚠️⚠️ [tw(s);; wounds, messing with said wounds for trickster, general nsfw, dub-con, trickster being freaky with your wounds, trickster is his own warning tbh, mentions of killer inflicted cuts, full on devils tango with trickster & ghostie😔deathslinger jerks off to you🧍‍♂️] ⚠️⚠️

ppl who know me irl im so sorry if ur seeing this

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𝕻𝖞𝖗𝖆𝖒𝖎𝖉 𝕳𝖊𝖆𝖉—𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕰𝖝𝖊𝖈𝖚𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖊𝖗

⋆｡°✩ You were one of the last two survivors in the match, his sights were set on Jonah but another sound caught his attention.

⋆｡°✩ Straying away from the pools of blood and scratch marks, he followed the low grunts coming from behind one of the boulders surrounding the Macmillan Estate.

⋆｡°✩ How you couldn’t hear his heavy breathing before is wild, even after he had caught you in such a.. provocative position…

⋆｡°✩ The back of your shirt was shredded & only hanging on by a thread. The large gash on your back displayed for him and the world to see. You had cuts all over your abdomen and chest. The more you contorted the more pain you felt. That was irrelevant right now.

⋆｡°✩ Your other hand was lost between your legs, but Pyra could see the mess that was dripping onto the floor beneath where you were hunched over. You weren’t good at suppressing your voice.

⋆｡°✩ His pants grew tighter the more he stood there and silently watched you. Maybe he could grumble a bit to get your attention? You would have thought his breathing would’ve gotten your attention by now.

⋆｡°✩ There was obvious appeal to him, he 𝙇𝙊𝙑𝙀𝙎 the visuals of you being all cut up. Especially since it was his doing. How he wasn’t immediately acting out to fulfill his desires was incredible.

⋆｡°✩ The last generator had been popped, frustration plastered itself on your face. Jonah wasn’t gonna linger and wait for you in the first place so you’d better get going. You can finish this some other time.

⋆｡°✩ You gathered yourself together, pulling your bottoms back up, ready to go up to one of the exits to leave the trial.

⋆｡°✩ He was still standing there. Not a muscle had moved since he found you.

⋆｡°✩ Did he.. did he see.. was he watching you this whole time ?!

⋆｡°✩ You dashed past him trying to avoid the paranoia and embarrassment that was flooding your mind, but he still didn’t budge.

⋆｡°✩ You and Jonah escaped **relatively** fine, there were more med kits at the campfire for the two of you to get bandaged back up. That encounter with the executioner was something you didn’t plan on sharing with anyone else for as long as you remained in the fog.

⋆｡°✩ Pyra returned to the killer’s campfire as silent as usual. Ignoring the more lively killer’s advances to try and interact, he couldn’t get you off of his mind. Would you skitter off and do that again if he sliced you with his blade?

⋆｡°✩ Hopefully the entity would give him another opportunity to test that theory out soon.

𝕯𝖆𝖓𝖓𝖞 𝕵𝖔𝖍𝖓𝖘𝖔𝖓—𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕲𝖍𝖔𝖘𝖙𝖋𝖆𝖈𝖊

⋆｡°✩ There’s only four generators left; most (if not all of) your friends are on death hook and/or injured.

⋆｡°✩ Going up against Ghostface was never easy, he was good at what he did, and it was something new with him every time.

⋆｡°✩ He was especially good at tearing you down no matter how big of a fight you put up.

⋆｡°✩ You and Nea were in chase, the two of you were badly injured but healing felt impossible with how quickly he’d locate you and the others.

⋆｡°✩ Nea had shoved you out of the way so you could make some distance, leaving her alone in this chase wasn’t something you wanted to do, but you’d rather get out of here a bit battered and bruised than dead.

⋆｡°✩ Your entire body was burning with how badly beaten up you were, you were exhausted from the nonstop running, your shoulders ached from being thrown onto the rusty hooks of coldwind farm, and most importantly? you’re sexually frustrated.

⋆｡°✩ The only completed generator rumbled from the inside of the barn, lights blaring down on the metal fences surrounding it. Limping over towards the piles of unused hay that sat in front of a nearby window for a quick escape if needed.

⋆｡°✩ Shimmying out of your jeans and underwear, you quickly got to work. You wouldn’t take too long, right ?

⋆｡°✩ Nea had just gotten mori’d & Dwight hooked for the last time. It was just you and Quentin who remained in the trial. Danny was saving you for last, you were his obsession after all.

⋆｡°✩ You had lost track of how much time you spent in the haystacks, Quentin had just died yet you stayed quivering in your spot, your hand felt tired but you 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙𝙚𝙙 some kind of relief.

⋆｡°✩ Danny searched for you after he finished your final teammate, but he couldn’t find you. No matter how much he retraced his steps and looked underneath tables and searched every locker, you remained unfound.

⋆｡°✩ Hatch had spawned right outside shack, but you weren’t there to make him watch you leave either. He could of just closed it so the exits gates would open and the timer would start, but something told him not to do that.

⋆｡°✩ Confusion clouded his mind until he had done another quick pass of the barn, low sighs echoing past the thin walls.

⋆｡°✩ 𝙊𝙝? Is this where you’ve been hiding from him this whole time? Crouching close to the ground, he had began to sneakily wander the abandoned building whilst following your low grunts.

⋆｡°✩ Peaking from behind one of the hay bales, he found you. He sat still for a moment, trying to process what it was you were doing.

⋆｡°✩ Oh. OHHHHHH THATS WHAT YOU’RE DOING????

⋆｡°✩ How long has it been since he’s touched himself? He can’t remember either. Time in the entity’s realm felt like an eternity…

⋆｡°✩ There’s an endless amount of time for him to eliminate entire survivor teams, maybe he’d let you get hatch in exchange for some relief too.

⋆｡°✩ His movements were quick and he had no issue vocalizing to you about what he wanted once he had you pinned. Glad to know that you were also on board for such a grand exchange!

⋆｡°✩ The grip he had on your hips was tight, your legs caging him inside, the two of you needed this more than anything.

⋆｡°✩ With every thrust you had the wind knocked out of you, he had no intention of being soft with you in that moment. You had no complaints of course, he began whining into your chest how gorgeous you looked with his marks all over your arms and legs; how he wanted to tough you up even more than he had already.

⋆｡°✩ You guys had gone at it for what felt like hours, you even got the privilege to see the bottom half of his face when he pulled his mask up so he could bite and suck at your neck and chest. Your fellow survivors back at the fire were wondering where you were. Danny only had Ji-Woon and Frank to question where he was back at the killer’s camp, nobody else really paid attention to him.

⋆｡°✩ Your little “session” had came to an end, the walk to the hatch was mostly silent with the exception of Danny cracking a joke to fill the air around you.

⋆｡°✩ With a quick smack on the ass he gave you a quick goodbye and ran off somewhere on the map giggling manically. You resorted to 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 for human contact? Bless your heart..

𝕮𝖆𝖑𝖊𝖇 𝕼𝖚𝖎𝖓𝖓—𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕯𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍𝖘𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖗

⋆｡°✩ God fucking dammit.

⋆｡°✩ You hated going up against The Deathslinger, he was precise, quick, efficient, and honestly a bit charming.

⋆｡°✩ There was some type of tension between the two of you, the long pauses when he’d catch you with his speargun just to eye you down before letting you run off, the whistles when he’d catch you bent over to rummage chests, it was obvious to anyone in y’all’s radius that he found you attractive.

⋆｡°✩ Every trial you had with him you came out with a scar from a wound he inflicted himself, to be quite honest? you liked having these little reminders of him on your body.

⋆｡°✩ This trial with him went no different than the last, your arms were so badly cut up and you had bruises where the butt of the speargun had wacked you earlier. Your sweat mixing inside your wounds wasn’t helping either. Nobody had brought a medkit nor circle of healing so you had to rely on your teammates, yet none of them were to be found after spreading out when the killer had appeared.

⋆｡°✩ Did Caleb get to them already? There’s no way that could be the case.. But with how he kills others so quickly there is always a possibility.

⋆｡°✩You were getting stressed out, none of your teammates were to be found, you’re too paranoid to even touch a gen because you’re injured, too much is going on all at once and you can’t take it anymore.

⋆｡°✩ ❝I need to jerk off.❞

⋆｡°✩ Garden of Joy had a dark room in the main house, it wasn’t far from where you stood so you made your way there.

⋆｡°✩ You could just barely see your hands when you entered the room, but the red light shining in from the hallway made this sequence of actions much more sensual.

⋆｡°✩ Your one good hand migrated down to unbutton your jeans, past your underwear and immediately towards your sex.

⋆｡°✩ Your back was pressed against the lockers and your mind was full of fog. Nothing mattered in your short moments of bliss.

⋆｡°✩ Caleb lingered in the next room over, he’d cleared your entire team long ago and now it was just the two of you left in the map. He searched for the hatch just so he could properly bring you to it instead of slaughtering you like the last person.

⋆｡°✩ Originally there to sit and ponder for a moment before resuming his search, became something else much quicker. He didn’t plan on making his presence known to you, instead he decided to join you from his current spot.

⋆｡°✩ Unbuckling his belt and removing his pants with haste, he took a slow & steady speed with his hand. He makes no noise as to not disturb or startle you. You must want him badly the way you’re touching yourself after his usual antics.

⋆｡°✩ Hearing you whimper out his name is pushing him over the edge, he wants to go in there and take you himself but he just wants to keep what’s going on currently.

⋆｡°✩ His body feels so hot, he’s getting closer to his release and by the way you’re whining so are you. Low grunts escape his lips, his hot seed coating his fist along with a small patch on his pants. He’d have to change real soon once this match ended.

⋆｡°✩ You’d just finished too, pulling your pants up and making your way to the doorway just to be immediately faced with Caleb just as you turned the corner. That same shit eating grin stretched across his face.

⋆｡°✩ ❝Wished we coulda’ done more while yer’ here, but let’s get’cha down to the hatch. ❞

𝕵𝖎-𝖂𝖔𝖔𝖓 𝕳𝖆𝖐—𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕿𝖗𝖎𝖈𝖐𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗

⋆｡°✩ He’s toying with you and has no intention on stopping any time soon.

⋆｡°✩ He wishes he had his phone on him so he could record your wonderful screams for a new song!

⋆｡°✩ You’re wandering aimlessly through Midwich, your pants and shirt are basically shredded. Small cuts litter every part of your body like one big morbid tattoo, every time you move it’s that same stinging sensation that pushes you closer to tears.

⋆｡°✩ He’s so annoying. He doesn’t even bother taking the knives that still stick into the muscles of your thighs when he downs & hooks you. Then complains how quickly he runs out of the luminescent blades even though he’ll waste them by tossing them around the place before actually aiming someone down.

⋆｡°✩ Despite your internal protests to keep moving, you came to a stop in one of the classrooms towards the very back of the building.

⋆｡°✩ You had a medkit on you so you could bandage up your deeper wounds, but what purpose did these knives serve you now? The Trickster definitely wasn’t gonna come back for them in the first place.

⋆｡°✩ You tucked one into your back pocket, maybe decisive strike with an actual blade would be much more efficient.

⋆｡°✩ He’s had these knives long before the fog had taken him, fans would go crazy to have one of these knives in their possession. 𝙏𝙃𝙀 Trickster’s knives, not some cheap replica of them — but the real deal. One that his actual hands had touched.

⋆｡°✩ He was kind of cute now that you thought about it. If you removed his… murderous behaviors then he’d be pretty cool. Maybe.

⋆｡°✩ Fans across the world would kill to be in your place, especially when he would sling you over his broad shoulders, his large hand tight on your back to ensure you don’t wiggle free. Being as close to someone of such high importance is so strange, but you feel so special when he’s man handling you.

⋆｡°✩ He probably only saw you as another survivor and nothing more, but you could live with that. Having him as the main material for your private sessions wasn’t gonna kill either of you.

⋆｡°✩ Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. He was so stupid but here you are, folding at the thought of him yanking you away from generators and tossing you around like you’re nothing.

⋆｡°✩ Strutting down the hallway in yet another outfit the entity had gifted him, freshly stained after attacking the rest of your team. He hadn’t seen you in a minute, so of course he had to go out looking for you~!

⋆｡°✩ He’d reached the very end of the hallway, prepared to turn back around he caught a glimpse of your jacket in one of the doorways.

⋆｡°✩ Aww, why were you hiding ? Didn’t you wanna see him ?

⋆｡°✩ Swinging through the doorway fully prepared to wack you with his usual weapon, he got a good eyeful of what you were really doing.

⋆｡°✩ Now you’ve got him interested, you’re ready for him to knock you unconscious so you can briefly forget this moment of embarrassment and be immediately brought back to the campfire, but you aren’t given that gracious of an exit.

⋆｡°✩ He won’t shut the fuck up, palming himself through the leather material of his pants whilst degrading you.

⋆｡°✩ It’s turning you on even more, there’s no way he’s unaware of this effect he has on you.

⋆｡°✩ You’re this desperate for him that you’re getting off to the idea of him tossing you around? Hurting you even? How pathetic of you.

⋆｡°✩ But since he’s so kind, he’ll help you with your little issue. Unfortunately for you, this douchebag is fucking you completely stupid.

⋆｡°✩ He’s gripping onto your arms as hard as possible to ensure your little cuts will sting some more, occasionally shoving his cock into your mouth to watch the cut on your cheek stretch open more and more.

⋆｡°✩ He’ll keep you here for as long as the entity allows it. This feeling of bliss is something he can’t get enough of, he needs to savor this.

⋆｡°✩ The little blade you kept fell out of your pocket mid thrust, of course he wasn’t going to let this go unnoticed. Now what were you gonna do with this? You need a physical reminder of him for when you go back? Jeez you must like him a whole lot.

⋆｡°✩ Once the two of you are finished he’ll sit in a dazed trance for a good while, don’t bother trying to talk to him, you won’t get anywhere.

⋆｡°✩ You use this opportunity to run off and find the rest of your team who’re also in the same rough condition as you. You all make it out together leaving Ji-Woon in the school to do whatever until he goes back.

⋆｡°✩ He’ll consult Danny and Frank about his newfound fascination with you, but won’t share specifics why.

⋆｡°✩ A dedicated fan will always have his full attention no matter what realm they are in.

𝕳𝖊𝖗𝖒𝖆𝖓 𝕮𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖊𝖗—𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕯𝖔𝖈𝖙𝖔𝖗

⋆｡°✩ Your brain is beyond deep fried and you can barely form a cohesive thought.

⋆｡°✩ Every word that comes out of your mouth is on the spot or impulsive and you can’t even process anything anymore.

⋆｡°✩ Your entire body is tingling and you’re only getting so much friction from crouching and running.

⋆｡°✩ Was this a common side effect from the doctor’s shocks? Everyone else looks horrified once they’re completely insane, but you? you’re grinding against nothing like a bitch in heat.

⋆｡°✩ You were stable enough to know not to ask your fellow survivors for some help, you don’t think the killer would help you either.

⋆｡°✩ Or so you thought.

⋆｡°✩ Herman watches you from afar, laughing to himself; that he’s the one causing you to need to relieve yourself just because of him.

⋆｡°✩ Is he also aroused? Of course, he’s not gonna bother hiding it from others, this reaction came from you; his newest test subject.

⋆｡°✩You’re so sensitive now, you’re suppressing everything the second a teammate places a hand on your back to ask if you’re alright. Herman doesn’t want other subjects interjecting during his observation so he will remove them immediately. You need to be closely examined.

⋆｡°✩ He’s watching you silently, you can travel to the farthest corner of the abandoned ski resort but he will always be watching you.

⋆｡°✩ In the moments where you’re confident that you are truly alone he will still be “examining” you. Just a little shock and you’re back to coming undone on the single mattress of one of the few rooms in the resort.

⋆｡°✩ Back at the killer’s camp he will silently remove himself from the environment to secretly relieve himself from another trial of examination. Seeing you grind hopelessly into the piano seat of the saloon was not something he expected today. However with these experiments he learns more and more every time.

⋆｡°✩He wants to taste you more than anything, to lick the messes you make of yourself off your fingers. He needs you so bad but he refuses to let himself have you just like that.

⋆｡°✩ He can’t just rush this experiment, all his research needs to be thorough. You’re too perfect of a specimen to just let off the hook so soon.

⋆｡°✩ Although he will not make it known how filthy his thoughts are, he will let you know that he is in fact interested.

⋆｡°✩ He wont let you leave the trial alive regardless of how he feels. Some examinations need the subject to be completely unscathed or damaged. You’re always gonna be the perfect candidate for new experiments.

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this is my first time like actually writing lord forgive how messy this is

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[stardustravens]

The Knights Radiant as The Fears from The Magnus Archives

Sacrificing yourself to a cause following trauma and gaining powers from supernatural entities as a result is a common thread here... Perhaps the Radiants are the positive fears that Gerry didn't believe in.

Windrunners - The Vast

Windrunners are a group of people who love to throw themselves into the sky. It doesn't get more Vast avatar than that. Vast avatars and Windrunners/Honorspren both have a duality within their members - some are having The Most Fun, others are running from something.

Simon Fairchild would be a Windrunner with very skewed Radiant oaths. Michael Crew would have begged for a Honorspren bond after being chased by Cryptics.

Kaladin, however, would be an avatar of the Lonely, given that it is heavily tied to isolation and depression.

Skybreakers - The Hunt

The Hunt fits modern Skybreakers very well - Nale's leadership leans heavily into hunting down individuals that are perceived to be guilty at all costs, and the order is heavily associated with law, police and corruption, with members trying to protect and ultimately causing more harm.

Daisy and Basira would both be Skybreakers, alongside Julia and Trevor. (Daisy/Basira would make an interesting Radiant/spren duo...)

Szeth, as a hired assassin, would be an avatar of the Hunt that has given over to it entirely in order to find his purpose. Alternatively, Szeth (especially whilst carrying Nightblood) could be an avatar of the End.

Dustbringers - The Desolation

Whilst many Dustbringers would likely hate this assessment of the order, it is quite an obvious parallel. The fire, the destruction, the volatility... it all feeds into the Desolation.

Agnes Montague, Jude Perry, and most of the members of the Lightless Flame would be Dustbringers. Tim could also become a Dustbringer.

Edgedancers - The Corruption

Edgedancers are one of the more difficult orders to place. Whilst their remembrance of the forgotten feeds into the Eye, they would be closer to the Corruption. Edgedancers are healers and field medics, complementing the Corruption's domain of disease and infestation. Their ideals are focused on being caring towards everyone, especially those who are otherwise ignored, and they were the most religious of the Radiants, linking to the more metaphorical aspects of the Corruption.

Avatars of the Corruption (Jane Prentiss, John Amherst) could potentially be corrupted/enlightened Edgedancers, which would be an interesting twist on the order and its ideals.

Truthwatchers - The Eye

This one is in the name of the order, and its ideals - Truthwatchers seek knowledge, and sit back from the action, and observe, discovering and recording the truth of events. They even collected statements to form the gem archive!

The Archivist (notably Jon, but also Gertrude and the previous Archivists) and Elias/Jonah would be Truthwatchers, and the archival assistants would act as their squires.

Just... look at Renarin. He's already an Eye avatar.

Lightweavers - The Spiral/The Stranger

Lightweavers could represent both the Spiral and the Stranger. Their powers are built on lies, and deceptions, and breaking the rules of reality itself, which feeds into the Sprial. But these abilities also lean into concealed identities, the uncanny and the unknown, representing the Stranger.

Sasha would be a Lightweaver - whilst she is (at least partially) of the Eye, she had significant encounters with the Spiral and the Stranger, and her philosophies seemed to be aligned with the Stranger.

Elhokar's extreme paranoia would easily attract the attention of the Spiral. Shallan fits both the Stranger and the Spiral, given her past - perhaps Testament would be associated with the Spiral, and Pattern with the Stranger, marking her for both entities.

Elsecallers - The Web

Elsecallers would be linked to the Web. Elsecallers are often similar to the Truthwatchers in their scholarly natures, but are more commonly found in leadership positions.

Jasnah would easily be a Web avatar. Hoid, despite being a Lightweaver and Eye-aligned storyteller/observer, is subtly manipulative from the sidelines enough to become an avatar of the Web.

Willshapers - The Lonely

Willshapers were also difficult to align with a Fear. As adventurers with wildly varying pasts and a focus on the self, however, they could become Lonely avatars.

Peter Lukas, given both his isolationist and explorative tendencies, would be a Willshaper. Martin, however, is more difficult to place - he could easily fit many of the orders, but would likely become a Truthwatcher through his connection to the Eye.

Venli, isolated from the Radiants and the Fused in many ways, could become a Lonely avatar.

Stonewards - The Slaughter

Stonewards, once again, are difficult to place. Their focus on strength and athleticism could be associated with the Flesh; however, their powers are specifically unable to manipulate flesh. As frontline soldiers, they are most closely aligned with the Slaughter during war.

Melanie, being stubborn and defensive, would probably be a Stoneward, although there's potential for her anger to guide her towards the Dustbringers.

Bondsmiths - The Extinction

Bondsmiths are the leaders of resistance against an apocalypse in part caused by humanity, aligning the order with the Extinction. The destruction of Ashyn at the hands of Bondsmiths strengthens this connection - one world has already been destroyed by their actions.

Current Dalinar would potentially be marked by the Extinction; however, his Blackthorn past would lead to him being an avatar of the Slaughter also influenced by the Desolation.

[mcrshmellows]

musings | threads | wanted connections | headcanons

STATS

full name: cormac brady. nickname: mac. age: 28. star sign: aries. date & place of birth: april 11th 1996, dublin (ireland) job: bartender and aspiring musician. marital status & sexuality: single & heterosexual pronouns: he/him. pets: 1 cat (binx) piercings and tattoos: one ear piercing in his right lobe. eight tattoos see here. aesthetics: warm tea, fresh tattoos, unanswered texts, burnt matchsticks, loud music. traits: charming and affectionate & guarded and indecisive. label: the sweet heart similar to: connell waldron (normal people), ted from ted lasso, sam evans (glee), jon snow (GoT), jake peralta (brooklyn 99) faceclaim: paul mescal.

BULLET POINTS

tw: anxiety, bullying, fatal car accident

Cormac was born to loving parents in Dublin, Ireland, the eldest of three.

Early in his schooling, it became clear that he was struggling and after some tests, he was diagnosed with ADHD. This led to some bullying from the other children.

Music and sports became his school outlet and helped stop the bullying. He became more popular and soon was the main guy in the year that everyone wanted to be around. This switch from the bullied kid to the most popular was hard to process. It led to a lot of anxiety and he became more internal in his thoughts.

This internal struggle with his ADHD, popularity, and previous bullying all came out in his music. At school, he masked and played the role everyone expected of him (similar to Ted Lasso) but at home he would break down and have anxiety attacks. Writing and strumming on his guitar were what calmed him.

Life in the small suburb of Dublin had always felt stifling. Although he was popular, he wasn't being his true self, and he felt like he didn't belong.

Moved to the US at 21 to chase dreams of being a musician. Started to experiment with his appearance and image, which he felt was more of him.

The attention of American women was a whirlwind, and he was somewhat of a lothario in his early twenties. He fell in and out of love quickly, much to the frustration of the women, until one woman stole his heart, and he was head over heels for her.

They moved to her hometown of Hollow Creek to set up a home together. He found work in the local bar where he would play some live sets for extra money.

She was driving to pick him up from work one fatal, stormy night but never made it. The car had been written off, and it was a closed casket. He never got to say goodbye.

Currently, working and singing, unable to process the grief. He is interested in investigating the town and the spooky happenings to distract from the pain of his ex. The anxiety attacks from his teenage years have returned, but like then, he masks it all behind the smile of the friendly Irish barman.

WANTED CONNECTIONS

— anyone connected to his ex who knows what he's been through and maybe pushes/encourages him to process and talk about the grief capping at 2. — anyone interested in investigating the town and its backstory to distract him capping at 3. — anyone interested in partying/hooking up as he hates being alone with his thoughts so likes to be out socializing and the hook ups mean cuddles when the night gets quiet. — a bestfriend/crush who can see hes hurting and is trying to be that safe space/comfort for him. — all the rest! exes, enemies, friends, favourite customers at the bar, fwb, dates/hook ups that ended well or bad, a cat sitter, gym buddies, a muse who helps with his music (he's been blocked for a while) ANYTHING!! I'm pretty open to any and all things. TAKEN CONNECTIONS x. best friend/safe space who comforts him - aleyna x. friend who investigates the towns history 1/3 - jonah x. close friends - jericho and brielle x. budding friendships - aurora x. hooked up - verona x. currently hooking up - gabriela x. blind date - josephine x. musician friends - hedwig x. cat dates and movies - deniz x. favourite customer - yunho x. black cat bestie who knows about the accident - senne

[birchwoodbark]

@shmorp-mcdurgen

HI! THIS IS PROBABLY REALLY OUT OF CHARACTER AND CRINGE BUT. I TRIED

ermnh.

TW: body horror, character death, blood. ask to tag if you need to.

(also idk how to do the 'read more' thing 💔)

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A man stood in the night sky, nearby street lights glowing a gentle amber color into the alleyways. Three people were cornered between two paths by the man in the sky.

The man's chestnut colored hair was messy, caked in blood, and cut unevenly in the back. His gray hoodie wasn't much cleaner, bloody and coated in grime; his pink sweatpants and gray socks had obviously followed suit. A shiny, golden cross floated in front of his chest, tied into a thread-like material around his neck. His blackened hands rested at his sides and his face was nothing more than an eye, an eyebrow, and a lower jaw with a set of teeth. His eye lacked an iris, just the sclera and a large, void-like pupil were present. Everything else seemed to have been lost within the void his shattered face exposed. He seemed to be enraged and excited at the same time.

Between the alternate and his targets stood a tall man. His dark, thin hair was pulled into a small bun, he had a small beard and a mustache, a vertical scar on his upper left lip. He wore silver, circular earrings, a black jacket, dusty blue jeans, black knee braces, and black military combat boots. His jacket had a silver zipper, the slider pulled to the top, and had three bold, yellow letters on the upper left side, "BPS". His shoelaces were double knotted, the laces were pulled into a way that the boots clung to him tightly. The belt he wore had a brown gun holster clipped on his right side, the pistol still inside. He held a shotgun, aimed up at the alternate.

The two people hiding behind the tall man were both younger and shorter than him. One was a woman, the other was a man.

The woman had a similar appearance to the alternate, almost like they were related… and, funnily enough, they were.

Her chestnut hair was rather long, styled similarly to the alternate's, but was evidently cared for. It was free of tangles and dirt, split ends being far and few between. Her green eyes were staring at the alternate, almost making eye contact. She wore a jacket identical to the man standing in front of her, dark gray jeans, and brown sneakers. Her shoelaces were tied in a similar fashion to the tall man's.

The other man had wavy black hair, a streak of gray took the edge of his hair that rested over the right side of his forehead. His face was pale compared to the rest of his body, a look of absolute horror had taken his expression; his brown eyes were wide as dinner plates, maybe even a bit wider. He saw that alternate before, and seeing it again dug up all the trauma he was faced with that night. 

The loss of his best friend, the cacophony from the phone, his mother crucified, "Mark" chasing him, his car flipping several times after skidding off the road, the agony from the shattered glass and the tumbling, having no choice but to abandon the home he knew, practically dragging himself to Bythorne…

His black, BPS jacket was unzipped, a white button-up shirt underneath. He wore blue jeans and red high-tops, his dirty, white shoelaces were tied looser than the others'. He had his arms wrapped around himself, struggling to breathe. The woman was half hugging him, trying to provide comfort without letting her guard down.

"I'm a lucky man today, aren't I? The two people I've spent years searching for, right here… I'll have to do something to praise Jonah for being truthful about this." The alternate spoke, twisted glee in all the voices he spoke with. His tone then suddenly shifted to one of annoyance. "Don't you dare ruin this for me, Adam."

A vaguely familiar figure walked over disturbingly. He was at least 7 feet tall, his neck was freakishly long, a disturbing grin on his face. His dusty blond hair was short, his fluffy bangs covering his forehead. Like the alternate in the sky, he had no irises, though his pupils were far more dilated.

His arms were long and full of horrific bends, almost as if the bones had broken apart over and over and over again. His hands touched the ground as he walked over, his legs having unnatural joints as well. Not only was his right leg longer than his left, it also had an extra joint. He was wearing a BPS jacket, black fingerless gloves, blue ripped jeans, and black hightops. His shoelaces were tucked inside his shoes. As he moved, his joints popped and cracked, the sound making Seth reflexively wince a few times.

"Maaark, can't I say hi to my frieennds? I haven't seen themmm in foreveerrrr!" Adam whined like a little kid, almost mockingly. "Plleeeaaaaaseeee?"

"Actually... Go ahead. Would you like to tell them about what happened in the winter of 1998? I'm sure that they're dying to know what happened." Mark spoke, making sure all the voices that came with his own were at a speaking volume, he wanted his words to be clear.

Seth and Sarah were immediately distraught upon hearing the proposal, their faces slightly pale. They wondered what actually had happened to Adam and Jonah for so long, but they realized right then and there that they didn't want to know. 

"Don't mind if I do!" Adam giggled. "You guys know what happened to the last Adam, right?"

Terrified silence was the only reply. Seth was starting to tremble slightly and tears began collecting in his eyes. Sarah began fully hugging Cesar. 

The topic of their missing friends tore the majority of their attention away from Mark. Mark took the opportunity to rip Seth's guns away from him.

"H–HEY! YOU BASTARD!" Seth yelled before witnessing his pistol get disassembled and his shotgun get crumpled up into a ball like a sheet of paper.

"The fall broke his neck, Seth." Mark stated coldly in Seth's head. "You need to at least pay attention to him. He's talking to you, quit being rude."

Seth didn't want to look away from Mark, but the same force that took his guns turned him towards Adam. The tears in his eyes completely blurred his vision.

"His head hit the ground and his neck snapped in two! It was kinda like this." Adam snapped his neck to the side, laughing. Sarah saw that and quickly buried her face into Cesar's shoulder. Mark decided to let her be since she was somewhat facing Adam. Really, the only thing they all needed to do was to listen.

"Jonah witnessed it, and you know what he did? He got in the car and sped off!" Adam cackled as he snapped his neck back in place. "Mark chased him into a field and, here's the best part…"

Adam went into excruciating detail of how a once boisterous teen became a depressed and immortal puppet. Seth began sobbing and Cesar, who had only recently broke free from the flashbacks, was crying a little, too. He never met Adam or Jonah, but that type of fate was horrific, victims known or not.

Sarah was no longer holding onto Cesar, she was furious. The blazing rage in her eyes almost made it seem they were about to burst into flames, glaring at Mark as Adam left. She walked out from behind Seth, ignoring his protests. He had tried to grab her a few times but she avoided his grasp.

"WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?! You KILLED Adam and STRIPPED Jonah of his HUMANITY and JOY. WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU HERE?!" Sarah shouted, agitating Mark into yelling, too.

"I'M HERE TO TAKE MY REVENGE, SARAH. CESAR LED ME TO MY DEATH, AND NOBODY CAME TO HELP ME. MY CRIES AND PRAYERS WERE UNHEARD BY ALL." He spoke, hundreds of voices screeching with him. "NOT EVEN YOU CAME TO HELP. YOU LEFT YOUR OWN BROTHER TO DIE."

"LOOK, I'M SORRY MARK, BUT HOW CAN YOU NOT SEE HOW SELFISH YOU'RE BEING?! YEAH, SURE, YOU CAN BE MAD AT US ALL YOU WANT, BUT YOU NEED TO THINK ABOUT ALL YOU'VE DONE. JONAH AND ADAM DIDN'T HAVE ANYTHING TO DO WITH YOUR DEATH!"

"HE LEFT ADAM TO DIE. HE FLED. HE DID WHAT YOU AND CESAR DID TO ME."

"NO, NO, NO. MARK, YOU SELFISH BAST—"

Sarah suddenly collapsed, a brick and a few loose chunks of concrete had smashed into the side of her head. She was completely silent, her head bleeding heavily; a blood puddle was already forming and soaking into her hair and clothes. Her eyes were already staring distantly, though her hair had fallen over the majority of her face, making it difficult to notice.

Seth was sobbing even harder, now trying to protect Cesar. Mark raised one of his darkened hands, and upon hearing Cesar panicking, he realized his attempt failed.

[…]

Seth was all alone. There wasn't the BPS anymore. The only friend he still had was Cesar, the poor guy was constantly scared and suffering. 

He no longer had a face, ears, and hands. His skin had consumed all of it. His nose was gone and his eye sockets were all that was left of his eyeballs. His ulnas and radiuses were exposed, the bones blackened.

Seth wanted to help him so badly, but deep down he knew there was nothing he could do.

He realized that there was something but he instantly slapped himself mentally for coming up with the idea.

But... it wasn't like he had any other ideas.

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[cw: discussions of victim-blaming, police brutality, corruption]

Okay I still can’t get over the “You can’t hunt a monster that you don’t see” line and how it highlights a common thread for Basira’s character that’s been running the entire series.

In this episode, before she even asks the question, Basira has already decided that whatever happened must be Jon’s fault and his alone, that any violence done to him would be deserved, and executing him before he could be used as he was would have been the best choice.  (Martin is trying to offer the benefit of the doubt Jon asked him to with “you don’t mean that,” but...he wasn’t around for season 4!  He doesn’t know how much Basira very much means that.)  You can tell all of these opinions are set in stone before she even asks Jon--“You caused this, didn’t you?” right out of the gate.  If the goal was to learn about the situation to fix it, all the rest of the information he could offer would have been useful, vital even, but that wasn’t the goal: the goal was to assign blame, and the goal was to validate the assumptions she’d already made.

She sees a monster in Jon, and stubbornly sticks to it: a monster who ends the world, a monster who couldn’t possibly respect his boyfriend’s boundaries, a monster that she and her partner would have been right to put down.

Meanwhile...Daisy.  

The episode reveals that the reason why Basira can’t catch up with Daisy is because she doesn’t believe in her chase.  She sees it all as a favor to Daisy, rather than Daisy’s decision that she’d rather die than hurt people like this again.  Even now, Basira tries arguing with an all-knowing demigod about the facts of what Daisy’s done.  “Daisy was right to try to kill you, I should have let her” slides riiiight into the more horrifying and realistic “this victim Daisy killed was evil, she’s just taking her job a bit too far but it’s understandable, I’m going to purposefully ignore the factors of his mental illness and the excessive force used in chasing him down.”  Basira’s still stuck on seeing Daisy as the “work outside the box vigilante!” that tv shows love to glorify, but TMA is not that show and is dead set on ripping those viewpoints to shreds.  The line between “look the other way” and “cover for someone else’s atrocities” and “rewrite the story so that the victim actually deserved it” is nonexistent.

She doesn’t see a monster in Daisy, and never will as long as she keeps insisting Daisy was right.

“You can’t hunt a monster that you don’t see” is a scorching attack on lip-service towards rooting out corruption while still making excuses for it.

(As usual I’m hesitant to speculate on the direction of the story, but I feel like this is going to affect their hunt for Jonah.  If all of his evils are being blamed on Jon, can they truly make any progress fighting him?  If Jon is seen as The Main Monster and Jonah is simply incidental, will making progress against him be as impossible as Basira trying to catch up to Daisy?)

[jonah-aesthetic]

Knotted Mess

Jonah Marais X Black OC Willow

Plot: Willow takes a depression bath and asks Jonah for some help to get mats out of her hair.

Word count: 1.7K+

Author’s Note: Happy Black History Month! This piece deals with depression and isn't meant to romanticize mental illness. (Not my picture above)

Rating: 16+

The hot water steamed along her dark body, melting away the stress from her bones. Exhausted strength held her knees against her tender chest, her head resting atop them. She felt secure as the position gave a soft caress to her deteriorating soul

Purple clouds rumbled into the sky, unleashing their lightening through the roots of the earth's soil. Trembling the small build of the two bedroom home. Soon dropping the pounds of rain onto the roof.

The bath was a small break from the constant numbness racing in her veins. It wasn't a solution, but it was enough to keep her sane to make it through the night.

She doesn't remember when this clouding feeling bloomed, only how fast it spread from her mind to her soul. Took everything she was and and who she wanted to be down the endless rabbit hole of depression.

Willow's fingers stretched around the brush sitting on the tub's ledge. Threaded the plastic bristles into her thick coarse black curls. Tending to the mat living near the top of her hair. With strict and aggressive brush strokes her hair yanked at her scalp, stinging in various places.

She could sense the warmth from his presence reach for her as the gentle taps of his knuckles landed on the door. Comforting heat wrapped her heart in a safety blanket and she almost felt whole again. Jonah. Her safe haven. Her anchor.

Her boyfriend laid his forehead against the bathroom door. reminiscing on the days he heard her putting on a whole concert in the shower. Preforming an after show in the den with only her underwear on. He didn't only see the change he felt it and his heart broke for her.

Willow is his everything, his lifeline. He'd bend backwards just to keep her afloat. She's brittle with sadness and Jonah grew the need to wrangle the fog away from her sweet arura. Things like this took time and he knew that, but he struggled to stay on the sidelines and watch her struggle till she needed hm.

"Are you okay in there, Low?" His voice muffled by the door. The question pulled the intoxicating thoughts and jagged emotion to release tears.

"Y-yeah." Willow's voice broke no matter how strong she tried to hold her tone. She was too tired to fight.

"Okay, let me know if you need me." Jonah reluctantly pushed himself off the door, leaving Willow to herself.

Realization of his dismissal dawned on her heavily. An unconscious reply was the result of her auto piloted brain. Unfortunately she needed him in here with her. To spill his warm arura into hers and give it light again. A mental recharge. Even if it was a little amount at a time.

"Jonah." Willow's call for him is urgent and high, a desperate call for help.

He had sat himself in the den with an impatient leg, his gut telling him to not linger too far from her this time. Jonah shot to his feet the second his name left her cracked lips. "Yes, Love?" Gentle words to encourage her. Tone was a big denominator to determine weather she would carry out her words.

"Could.." she paused, feeling the self doubt takeover her mind again. Was she asking too much from him? Willow wouldn't forgive herself if she burnt him out too.

"Whatever you need, I'm here." His tone never gave her a reason to think he wanted their disastrous relationship in the past. So why did her brain yell it to the stars? The toasty security blanket falling back into place chased the demonized thoughts away for a breath.

"Could you brush the mats out of hair?" Her voice quavered in its self. Jonah turned the brass handle in response, relieved he was finally up to bat. His green eyes laid upon her weakened frame and his own heart crumbled like the stone walls of a castle. Dull brown eyes gazed up at him and began to fill with comfort.

A small silence was shared between the two of them before he started peeling pieces of clothing from his body. Even in the depths of exhaustion she could still find herself admiring the man she loves. Grey ink peppering his light skin. Jonah removed the last piece and Willow scooted closer to the tub's facet. Making enough room for him to squeeze into his reserved seat behind her.

Stepping into the tub, his skin burned from the high water temperature. Jonah mentally seethed not wanting to raise concern in her and have her clam up and push him out to finish the job herself. Willow's done it multiple times before while Jonah stayed patient.

Once Jonah's legs framed her body Willow held the brush behind her for him to take. Fingers lapping over each other and a familiar soft shiver ran through her nerves just like they had when they first shared their love for each other.

Jonah held her black hair with caution, Never in the years that he had known Willow did she allow anyone to touch her hair. Told him her mother taught her that everyone's hair was sacred, it was never to be thrown out, but to be set aflame. He felt like royalty holding her hair in his palms.

His brush strokes were soft but effective. Putting all his concentration on her gorgeous hair. Removing batches of hair from the brush bristles and placing them on the floor for the fire ceremony later on. Willow was quiet for the time being, coming to peace with her inner demons as Jonah's arura kept them at bay. She began to believe he was her guardian angel.

"I Don't think I've ever told you this, but I feel absolutely lost." The breath she took in shook, Jonah saw it quiver in her brown shoulder blades. He didn't say anything, needing her to continue on, to open his mind to her pain.

".I feel like a fucking pothole in one of the main streets, a massive interference to everyone's day around me, a burden. And if you get close enough you'll bottom yourself out and be stuck. I don't want that to happen to you." It was a total miracle to find no tears slipping down her face, Willow always cried talking about her feelings from childhood trauma.

Jonah never saw Willow as a burden, he saw her as a strong black women that stood up for who she is and what she believed in. He saw her skin colour as shield of powerful strength, In his mind she will never be weak.

When you look at the big picture it's not too bad. In reality Corbyn or Daniel will drive on by, pull my dusty ass out and repair the damaged tire. Then I'll find you again and repair you." Jonah's heart grew sore for her, his chest tightening and felt as if he was going to tear up.

"Won't be long before I collapse into myself again." Willow's tone expressionless.

"let's not worry about the future and focus on this moment right here. What makes you feel good?" Jonah had brushed through half of her matted hair.

Willow kept quiet sorting through her various thoughts for the answer, it was difficult to find what didn't make her numb. normally she enjoyed hiking, the feeling of exploring in the wilderness with her best friend was irreplaceable. The want for the activity left her mind as she could barely make it out the door most days.

Her mind wandered off on the thought of the man behind her, "You. Whenever you're around me I can feel the warmth from your being reach me and wrap around me. You're my bright light, My anchor keeping me from slipping past this life."

Jonah said nothing as he processed her words, He had no idea just how much she needed him. "Is there anything else?" Jonah says not wanting to distract himself from the mission in hand.

"Adventure." This answer hit the air quick, no less the true. She already had time to ponder on her thoughts.

"Tomorrow let's go that coffee shop you've been dying to take me to for months. The one with the rescued guinea pigs."

"I don't know if I'm ready for something life that, Jo." Willow hug herself, wondering if Jonah wanted someone manageable.

"The quest is to get to the café, there's no requirement for getting dressed, taking medications, or brushing the pearls before hand." Jonah paid attention to the days she did carry on with those tasks and what she was feeling that day. Her mood in the mornings set her entire day.

"You'd want to get coffee with a bed troll?' Willow asked hesitantly. the amount of hair pooling on the ground held a small piece of concern in Jonah's heart.

"If you must know, yes, I'd love to take this powerful black women I call my girlfriend for a coffee date."

"I'm in love with you, Marias. Willow spoke the words her soul was screaming. He had confirmed the very thing her brain has been telling her was false.

"And I love every inch of you, Willow." He left a trail of kisses starting from one shoulder leading to the other. The tiniest of smiles etched into her lips for the first time in two months.

When Jonah finished curing her curls from the jungle of mats, he washed her dark locks with the last bit of conditioner stuck at the bottom of bottle. He had a sense it wasn't nearly enough for her hair but it just had to do for now.

After Jonah concurred her hair, Willow laid against his chest still in the tub. The water cooled through out the time they've spent in there. He hummed the melody of their song, and traced loving words into her brown skin with the pads of his finger tips. her delicate back laid into his broad chest and she never felt this close to the love of her live. The intimate moment is to be cherished for years to come.

The next morning the sun shone through the living room, Willow slept through till the late afternoon. Her body kept her from leaving the threshold of the house that day. She sat a few feet from the door and stared at it helplessly. Jonah was with her the entire time, supporting her decision.

They never left the safety of their home the next day, or the next, or the next.

I wrote the main character black to celebrate black history month. I'm not black so please tell me if my writing felt offensive. I am a women of colour myself and find it extremely important to see representation.

I'm back to writing, But I'm going to publish at least on piece a month because it took me days to write this.

[itsmalachitenow]

BAT001- Down the Rabbit Hole

BAT001 – Case #0212403, taken from the files of Office 31 of the Gotham City Police Department 

Statement of Alice Pleasance, regarding her close encounter with one Jervis Tetch.

-STATEMENT BEGINS-

I know. I know, okay? You don’t have to tell me. I know I don’t match the picture on my driver’s license. I’ve been meaning to get it redone. But when you’ve been missing for a month and a half, a lot of things you mean to get done get piled up, and it takes awhile to deal with them. If the hair dye and piercings bother you that much, I can just leave.

…I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to snap at you. It’s just…all of this has been awful for me. I think coming in and saying what happened, getting it all put down on paper, will help me process it. At least, that’s what my therapist says. You’ll have to bear with me. A lot of it is blurry now.

So….here we go. From the top.

It started with a hole in the road.

It was February 13th. …I don’t actually remember which day I disappeared, but that was apparently the last time anyone had seen me, so that’s what we’re going with. I remember feeling…sad. Lonely. You know that feeling when you see couples walking around everywhere and you’re single? Yeah. That’s it.

I was heading home. I work…worked at…a division of Wayne Enterprises. I was a secretary. I can’t do it anymore, though, after what that bastard did to me. But we’ll get to that.

I was taking a different route from usual. I thought I’d pick up some takeout on the way home, maybe a tub of ice cream, really treat myself, you know? To hell with valentine’s day and to hell with romance. Who needs love, right?

And…I guess part of me was hoping I’d find something interesting. Something to brighten up my day.

I turned down the street corner and was debating what I’d order from Dragon Palace when I saw the hole.

Now…you have to understand. This was a big hole. It was big enough to take up the entire street. I wondered if there was some kind of renovation going on with the sewers or repaving the road, but there wasn’t any kind of construction equipment or signs anywhere.

…but there was a stuffed rabbit.

It was a battered old thing. I think it used to be white, but now it was more of a dingy yellow color, with patches of fur scuffed off. Honestly, I got a creepy vibe from it. I remember staring into its big glass eyes and wondering if the kid who’d dropped it was better off for losing it.

And then it moved.

Not on its own, of course. I’m not an idiot. Something…tugged it, towards the hole, and it skidded across the pavement until the tugging stopped.

By that point, I was ready to get the hell out of there and go home the usual way. This is Gotham. I knew something fishy was going on, and I didn’t want any part in it. So I tried to turn around…

…and stopped.

Maybe that’s the wrong way to say it. I guess I should say, something stopped me from turning.

I could still move my feet, my arms, my head! But whatever had grabbed me wasn’t letting me do anything with them.

I saw the rabbit skitter a few feet forward again.

But this time, some force pulled me after it. It was…like someone wrapped a rope around me, and was pulling it like they were pulling the stuffed toy.

By that point, I was wondering if I was dreaming. I had to be, right? Even then, I recognized the similarities to that story—Alice in Wonderland? I know this is Gotham, and things are weird in Gotham, but girls named Alice don’t just chase a toy rabbit into a hole that spawned in the middle of the street. They don’t!

But it kept going. The rabbit would move, and then I’d move. It would move, then I would move. Until eventually the rabbit disappeared down the pit, and I was standing at the very edge of it.

My heart was beating so hard I could hear it, watching that stuffed toy fall into the darkness. I remember listening for it, waiting to hear it hit the ground…

…but somehow, some part of me knew that I wouldn’t.

I tried to fight back. But whatever was pulling me didn’t like that, and it gave one more hard yank. The next thing I knew, I was tumbling down, down, down into the dark.

This is where it all gets blurry for me. So…sorry in advance, I guess.

I was screaming. I remember that much, even though everything after the fall is…murky. I was screaming my head off as I fell down that pit. But somehow, the landing didn’t kill me. I hit something soft…mushrooms? Were they mushrooms? I think they were.

But now the rabbit was back in sight, and now I could see what was moving it. There was a bright red string attached to it, and it was pulling the thing along.

And now there was a bright red string attached to me, coming out of my chest, and it was pulling me right along after it.

I don’t remember how long I ran. It was a very long hallway, with twists and turns…I remember doors. But I didn’t give them so much as a second glance. I wouldn’t have, even if I weren’t struggling to keep my balance with the thread pulling me along. Some part of me knew…that they weren’t for me. Does that make sense?

Whatever. The doors don’t matter. The hallway doesn’t matter—it eventually gave way to…all these bright colors. It seemed like the landscape was changing itself around me. I remember flowers bigger than me, ones that waved to me as I passed them, I remember a technicolor forest…

…but we didn’t stop until we reached the tea party.

It was a huge table, about twenty feet long, covered in all kinds of teapots and cups. There were a few people sitting there. But…it was wrong. The whole thing was wrong.

A man and an older woman were seated across from eachother, drinking tea and chattering about something I couldn’t hear. But none of their movements were on their own—they had red string, the same kind that was attached to me, wrapped around all their limbs. Like puppets…they were like human puppets, being guided through the motions, with half-lidded and glassy eyes.

And sitting between the two of them was a man. That bastard—Jervis Tetch. I know his name now, but at the time I just thought he looked like the Mad Hatter had stepped straight out of the storybook. His fingers were entwined in red string, and he was playing cat’s cradle with them. Do you know that game? The one where you take a large loop of string and make shapes with it? That’s what he was doing—staring intently at his fingers as he moved the string and contorted it.

…and then he looked at me.

He stopped his hands, and the others at the table stopped what they were doing. They just…hung there, like marionettes. Lifeless.

Those huge red eyes were boring into me. He said my name, like a question. “Alice?” He tilted his head at me, like a kid might do at an unexpected toy.

I didn’t say anything. At least, I don’t think I did. I didn’t understand anything that was going on.

And then he smiled at me. That smile…it was horrible to look at. It curled across his face, wider than any human’s should be, with more teeth than any human should have. And what he said next, I remember more clearly than anything else in that horrible place.

“Your hair wants cutting.”

He never did, though. Cut my hair, I mean. In fact, I think my hair was his favorite thing about me—the way he’d coo to me as he brushed it…he ended up putting those same strings on me that those other people had. I couldn’t fight back—he was stronger than I was, especially once the strings were on. My limbs just…stopped working.

The rest of it is mostly a fever dream. We had tea parties and played croquet and ran about, all with me in some hideous Alice dress and parroting the things he wanted me to say. I begged him to let me go, of course. But he’d just tut and tap my nose. Something about me being ‘naughty’. Oh, I could’ve killed him.

None of it felt real. It was…it was bad. That’s the only way I can think to summarize it. Icky. Not right. Wrong. Jesus—listening to myself is painful. Any of those words, amplified a hundred times, wouldn’t be enough to describe the sensation that went on down there, down in ‘Wonderland.’

I saw him kill a man down there. Or maybe the man was already dead. Either way, when the Hatter took a pair of scissors out of his coat and cut the threads holding him up, he didn’t try to get back up again. The Hatter just shook his head, and I watched the dead-eyed man sink down into the floor like quicksand. How many others had he done that to??

Toys. We were all toys, to be discarded when we were too broken to be fun anymore.

There were dozens of people down there.

Not just anyone, either—some of them…some of them I recognized. Cheryl Reed, an older woman who worked in the same building as me—she was down there too, dressed up all in red and crowing for decapitation. She didn’t recognize me, even when I pleaded her to. Or maybe she was just pretending. When the Hatter stomped his foot and demanded we ‘stop that nonsense’, neither of us felt like fighting back.

Neither of us wanted to end up like that man on the floor.

…thinking back…I don’t think all of us were tied up. There was a man who was…different. I know he was different, because he could walk around on his own. No strings. And I never saw the Hatter dress him. Instead of the gaudy colorful clothes he put us in, this person was walking around in a drab brown business suit. He was…tall, yes, he was tall. Taller than the Hatter by at least a foot or two. Brown hair. Glasses…a very sharp chin.

He’d show up sometimes. The Hatter would get very excited when he came to the table, and he made me curtsey to him the first time he came. Introduced him as…J…something. It was a J name. Jonah? James? I guess it doesn’t matter. The name the Hatter gave him was ‘the March Hare’. Whoever he was, the March Hare made it very clear that he wasn’t interested in helping me, or any of us. He’d sit down and talk to the Hatter. I could never follow the conversation, or remember it clearly. …always something about ‘spirals’, I think.

But the important bit here is that the March Hare could leave.

He had a pair of scissors in his pocket, and he’d just….cut through the air, tear a large dark hole into reality, and step through it. The Hatter would stitch it back together with the same red thread he used on the rest of us, though the closed rip would eventually fade into nothing.

It’s how I escaped.

See, most of the time he would take me with him wherever he was going or whatever game he was playing. I was his favorite that way. But everyone else, he’d have them doing something on their own without him having to constantly keep an eye on them. I guess you could call it ‘autopilot’.

After some romp with the Walrus and the Carpenter, we were coming back to the tea table, and I saw a chance at salvation. The Hatter’s scissors weren’t in his pocket anymore—they were laying there, on the floor, just under the tablecloth. He must have dropped them! I knew I had to act fast—who knew when I’d get another chance?

I brought up some fake inconsistency—that the Carpenter had a limb loose, or something like that. I remember how agitated he got. Insisting to me that no, the Carpenter did not have a loose limb, all the strings were still tightly in place. But I kept insisting, and he actually started to doubt himself to the point where he finally buckled and was going to go back and check. He tried to bring me along, but I huffed and said my feet were tired, I wanted to sit down and drink my tea and eat my biscuits.

Normally he would’ve scolded me and made me come along anyway, but I think by that point I’d stressed him out enough that he just let me sit as he hurried off, and for the first time in what felt like years, I was alone again.

It took…a lot of effort, to move on my own. It’s probably the hardest thing I’d ever done. But I managed to pull against the strings, to bend down, to pick up the scissors. And I cut myself free.

The minute the blades cut through the first strand of thread, I knew I’d made a mistake. He’d felt it. And he was coming back. Fortunately, with my arm free, it was much easier to get the rest of the string off of me.

I almost didn’t get out. By the time I was off my strings, the Hatter was practically flying back towards me, angrier than I’d ever seen him. He was screaming at me, screaming at me to stop, that he’d punish me if I went any further.

I tried swinging the scissors through the air, and I almost sobbed when nothing was happening. No portal was appearing, no salvation was coming…I was going to be a doll forever, or until he decided he was done with me.

But then, a thought drifted through my mind. It was something one of my old lecturers at university had said. The gist of it isn’t really important here—but I remembered the phrase ‘fabric of reality.’

When I was thinking of that phrase, suddenly I felt the blade of the scissors catch on something, and I was quick to pull it down. Like you’d tear through a sheet of fabric in your way.

Just before he could grab hold of me, I dove into the hole I’d made.

And then I woke up.

…well…I woke up on the pavement, with paramedics and a crowd gathered around me, along with reporters. The missing Alice Pleasance, returned home in strange clothes, and…you know the rest. Read the newspaper articles if you really want a rehash of that. Honestly, lying there on the street, I thought it really was a dream, that maybe I’d just gotten hit by a car or something and blacked out….but there’s a problem with that. One, I’d been missing for a month and a half, and two, I still had the Hatter’s scissors. I’m leaving them with you. Lord knows I don’t want them. And maybe they’ll help in your investigation.

I cut my hair. It was the first thing I did once I was out of the hospital. I threw out most of my old clothes, all of them were too close to the costumes he had me in for my liking. And every time I looked in the mirror, I saw Alice. Sweet, sassy, stupid Alice, from the books. …I can’t even think of those books now without feeling sick.

I had to quit my job. I can’t focus for long periods anymore, no matter how hard I try. I just lose track of the time, and all of a sudden it’s four hours later than when I last checked. Most of the time, I just stay in nowadays.

…and that’s not all…

Sometimes, when I look around outside…I can see red strings everywhere. Covering everyone. Guiding them. Controlling them. It’s not real. I know it’s not real. And most of the time, I can blink a few times or rub my eyes, and the strings will be gone.

Jervis Tetch…that monster…he ruined my life.

I don’t know how you’d go about capturing someone like that.

But I really hope this helps you catch him.

Archivist Notes: The scissors Ms. Pleasance included with her statement are now in artifact storage, awaiting inspection. If what Ms. Pleasance says is true, this marks the first documented case where someone’s ever escaped from Jervis Tetch—alive, anyway, instead of lying dead in some back alley as if they’d dropped from the sky.

One other thing to note is the description of the ‘March Hare.’ It might be a stretch, but it aligns very closely with a missing person’s report that’s currently ongoing. The case of one Jonathan Crane, missing for at least a year, and appearing in proximity to dangerous individuals. Something to look in to.

-END DOCUMENT-

[doubleattitude]

24/7 Dance Convention, Seattle, WA: RESULTS

High Scores by Age:

Sidekick Solo

1st: Ruby Kramer-’Let’s Hear It For The Boy’

2nd: Maylin Munos-’A Million Dreams’

3rd: Mila Dixon-’Lose You’

4th: Ella Gordon-’Bigger Is Better’

5th: Kendall Rafish-’Bigger is Better’

6th: Bria Woodhouse-’Big Noise’

6th: Kaiden Koths-’You’ve Gotta Friend In Me’

7th: Livi Hindmarsh-’Rainbow’

Mini Solo

1st: Finley Ashfield-’My Girl’

2nd: Tiara Sherman-’Cielo’

3rd: Reegan Francis-’Just A Girl’

3rd: Elliana Anbardan-’Runway Walk’

3rd: Keelyn Jones-’Slowly Fading’

4th: Jayden Van-’Champion’

4th: Grace McShane-’Forgive Me’

4th: Peyton Szuberla-’Glacier’

5th: Zaylee Watson-’Primadonna’

6th: Sophia Kim-’Hidden Within’

6th: Daphne Braun-’Solace’

6th: Lucy Cowan-’Viva La Swing’

6th: Cora Woodhouse-’Pulling On a Thread’

7th: Kendall Pearson-’Groove Is In The Heart’

7th: Oliviana Mancini-’The Phoenix’

8th: Piper Perusse-’Shake It Out’

9th: Ava Otto-’Light Sorrounds Me’

10th: Mariel Napenias-’Basic Space’

10th: Eden Utley-’If I Could’

10th: Briella Kapp-’Upside’

Junior Solo

1st: Brynn Kostka-’Answer’

2nd: Lexi Godwin-’Wave’

3rd: Olivia Shelton-’Ahead’

3rd: Kendall Jundt-’Awakening’

3rd: Riley Zeitler-’Breathe’

3rd: Brooke Toro-’From Within’

3rd: Anabel Alexander-’Plans We Made’

4th: Abbi Francis-’Feel It Still’

4th: Maya Loureiro-’Rise’

4th: Ava Rothmund-’Solitude’

4th: Ava Munos-’Still’

4th: Leighton Werner-’The Rose’

5th: London Barron-’Bones’

5th: Aurora Matsudaira-’Brotsjur’

5th: Lucy Cavender-’Formed from Static’

5th: Dakota Frederick-’When You’re Good To Mama’

6th: Malia Williams-’Nature Boy’

6th: Issac Diaz-’This Is A War’

7th: Harlow Pike-’Locomotion’

7th: Tori Chun-’Until The Ice Cracks

8th: Arin Lee-’Amazing Mayzie’

8th: Sophia McKay-’Bang Bang’

9th: Kayla Diaz-’Carry You’

9th: Chloe Alejo-’My Coppelia’

9th: Brooklyn Campbell-’Safe and Sound’

9th: Emme O’Neill-’Through The Eyes of A Child’

10th: Griffin Abrahamse-’Come Around’

10th: Claire Scott-’Found’

10th: Isaac Hsu-Kwan-’Sideways’

10th: Camdon Partney-’Young’

Teen Solo

1st: Hailey Bills-’It’s New York’

2nd: Avery Hall-’If I Think’

2nd: Sami Sonder-’The Practice of Surrender’

3rd: AvaRose Campbell-’All of the Lights’

3rd: Kayla Harrison-’Crumbling’

3rd: Drew Rosen-’Deconstruct Composition’

3rd: Ava Lynn-’Heart Undone’

3rd: Dayanara Vega-’Shrine Tooth’

3rd: Riley Platenberg-’Talking Points’

3rd: Chloe Ohira-’The Rope’

4th: Francesca Ammari-’Escaping Into The Bliss’

4th: Ava Arnold-’Flying and Flocking’

4th: Felix Fulton-’Rome’

5th: Audrey Francis-’Sugar’

5th: Zuzu Duchon-’Twelfth of Never’

6th: Landon Spurbeck-’Enemy’

6th: CJ Hankins-’Save The Last Dance’

6th: Tessa Cosper-’Solo’

7th: Lily Godwin-’Ode to Divorce’

7th: Sydney Tam-’Touch’

7th: Ainsley Ercanbrack-’Unravel’

8th: Auden Gwilliam-’Unwinding’

9th: Tatiyana Cooper-’Beautiful’

9th: Cierra Zoller-’Memoria’

10th: Ava Thorp-’Blue Notebook’

10th: Clara Ricciardi-’Gladiatrix’

10th: Milana Zamora-’Hypnosis’

10th: Sebastian Hsu-Kwan-’My Identity’

Senior Solo

1st: Nathan Allen-’Gole Bi Goldoon’

2nd: Makaila Teagle-’He Needs Me’

3rd: Genevieve Antonetty-’Bird on a Wire’

3rd: Phoebe Campbell-’Me’

3rd: Charlotte Foldes-’You Forget Everything’

4th: Kaili Tam-’Me Museum’

4th: Sophia Sucevich-’Paint It Black’

4th: Brie Laia-’Savage’

4th: Avery Zerr-Them Changes’

4th: Maquinna Wahlberg-’Undan’

5th: Moriah Smith-’Dream’

5th: Abigail Osterink-’Mothership’

5th: Dahlie Levine-’Oh Dear’

6th: Yana Sologub-’A New Day’

6th: Abbie McDaniel-’No Ordinary’

7th: Taylor Lang-’Devastation’

7th: Nicole Lang-’Hypnotic’

7th: Jonah Ledvina-’Luving U’

8th: Margot Johnson-’Black Raven’

8th: Lily Lambert-’Funny’

8th: Amanda Ueltschi-’Il Finale’

8th: McKenna Tester-’I Remember’

9th: Maddie Fleener-’Angel’

9th: Hannah Averbuck-’Got2BReal’

9th: Ava Maciulewski-’More Than You’ll Ever Know’

9th: Raegan Stuller-’Pale Yellow’

9th: Naleah Peerson-’Rain’

9th: Nyah Garcia-’We’ll Be Fine’

10th: Abby Viola-’Cannonball’

10th: Shay Zimmerman-’Madness’

10th: Rennie Jane Dupar-’Medicine’

10th: Emerson Howard-’Ne Me Quitte Pas’

Sidekick Duo/Trio

1st: Freedom Dance Center-’By Night’

2nd: Academy of Dance-’Space Between’

3rd: Freedom Dance Center-’Supermodel’

Mini Duo/Trio

1st: Danceology-’Cars That Go Boom’

2nd: Premiere Dance Center-’Fabulous Swing Kids’

3rd: Premiere Dance Center-’Sign of The Times’

Junior Duo/Trio

1st: Bobbie’s School of Performing Arts-’This Is Me, Sincerely’

2nd: Accolades Movement Project-’Caught In A Bad Dream’

3rd: Elite Dance Studio-’New Dorp New York’

Teen Duo/Trio

1st: Accolades Movement Project-’I Remember Her’

2nd: Academy of Dance-’Before You Go’

3rd: Grand Finale Dance Studio-’Jailhouse Rock’

Senior Duo/Trio

1st: Bobbie’s School of Performing Arts-’Refuse’

2nd: Northwest Dance and Acro-’Dangerous’

3rd: Westlake Dance Center-’Cola’

Sidekick Group

1st: The Company Space-’Signed, Sealed, Delivered’

Mini Group

1st: The Company Space-’Dumb, Crazy, Stupid Love’

2nd: Premiere Dance Center-’Ballroom Blitz’

3rd: The Company Space-’Addicted’

Junior Group

1st: The Company Space-’Maneater’

2nd: The Company Space-’Cardigan’

3rd: Accolades Movement Project-’His Daughter’

Teen Group

1st: The Company Space-’Extraordinary Life’

2nd: The Company Space-’Hold On’

3rd: Premiere Dance Center-’Believer’

3rd: Accolades Movement Project-’Nothing’

Senior Group

1st: Westlake Dance Center-’Sad Day’

1st: Allegro Performing Arts Academy-’The Dance’

2nd: Westlake Dance Center-’Headspace’

3rd: Allegro Performing Arts Academy-’Unity’

Sidekick Line

1st: The Company Space-’Besties’

Mini Line

1st: The Company Space-’The Life of the Party’

2nd: The Company Space-’Objection’

Junior Line

1st: The Company Space-’Work Song’

2nd: Harbor Dance and Performance Center-’Almost’

Teen Line

1st: Performing Arts Academy of Marin-’Lifeboat’

2nd: Performing Arts Academy of Marin-’Hold On’

3rd: The Company Space-’Hey Big Spender’

Teen Extended Line

1st: The Company Space-’Gimme Some’

2nd: The Company Space-’Dog Days Are Over’

High Scores by Performance Division:

Sidekick Jazz

1st: The Company Space-’Signed, Sealed, Delivered’

Sidekick Hip-Hop

1st: The Company Space-’Besties’

Mini Jazz

1st: Premiere Dance Center-’Ballroom Blitz’ 2nd: The Company Space-’Hit The Road Jack’ 3rd: The Company Space-’Objection’

Mini Ballet

1st: Premiere Dance Center-’En Depit de Tout’ 2nd: Premiere Dance Center-’En Vue’

Mini Hip-Hop

1st: Westside Academy-’Pop Star’ 2nd: Harbor Dance and Performance Center-’Rich Girls’

Mini Tap

1st: The Company Space-’Dumb, Crazy, Stupid Love’ 2nd: The Company Space-’Swing Batta, Swing’

Mini Contemporary

1st: Premiere Dance Center-’On The Radio’

Mini Lyrical

1st: The Company Space-’Goodbye Yellow Brick Road’ 2nd: Performing Arts Academy of Marin-’Small World’

Mini Musical Theatre

1st: The Company Space-’The Life of the Party’

Mini Specialty

1st: The Company Space-’Addicted’

Junior Jazz

1st: The Company Space-’Maneater’ 2nd: Performing Arts Academy of Marin-’Hot Note’ 3rd: Accolades Movement Project-’Poor Unfortunate Soul’

Junior Hip-Hop

1st: Harbor Dance and Performance Center-’Get Like Me’

Junior Tap

1st: Harbor Dance and Performance Center-’Rock This Joint’ 2nd: Harbor Dance and Performance Center-’Karma Chameleon’

Junior Contemporary

1st: The Company Space-’Cardigan’ 2nd: Accolades Movement Project-’Dark Dreams’ 3rd: Performing Arts Academy of Marin-’Plans We Made’

Junior Lyrical

1st: The Company Space-’Work Song’ 2nd: Accolades Movement Project-’His Daughter’ 3rd: Performing Arts Academy of Marin-’Corals Under The Sun’

Junior Specialty

1st: Harbor Dance and Performance Center-’Starlit Afternoon’ 2nd: Harbor Dance and Performance Center-’Almost’

Teen Jazz

1st: The Company Space-’Gimme Some’ 2nd: ENCORE Performing Arts Center-’Feel Love’ 3rd: Accolades Movement Project-’Maybe We’ll See’

Teen Ballet

1st: Harbor Dance and Performance Center-’I Feel Pretty’ 2nd: Harbor Dance and Performance Center-’Tea Time’ 3rd: Harbor Dance and Performance Center-’Midnight Waltz’

Teen Hip-Hop

1st: Accolades Movement Project-’Gurlz’ 2nd: Grand Finale Dance Studio-’Cash Flow’ 3rd: Harbor Dance and Performance Center-’Girls Just Wanna Have Fun’

Teen Tap

1st: Premiere Dance Center-’Believer’ 2nd: The Company Space-’Electric’ 3rd: Harbor Dance and Performance Center-’Fever’ 3rd: Grand Finale Dance Studio-’Pirates’

Teen Contemporary

1st: The Company Space-’Extraordinary Life’ 2nd: The Company Space-’Hold On’ 3rd: Accolades Movement Project-’Nothing’

Teen Lyrical

1st: Performing Arts Academy of Marin-’Lifeboat’ 2nd: The Company Space-’1 + 1′ 3rd: Accolades Movement Project-’For Sally’

Teen Musical Theatre

1st: The Company Space-’Hey Big Spender’ 2nd: Allegro Performing Arts Academy-’Not At All In Love’ 3rd: Performing Arts Academy of Marin -’Juggernaut’

Teen Ballroom

1st: Accolades Movement Project-’Life Is A Dancefloor’

Teen Specialty

1st: The Company Space-’Like That’ 2nd: Harbor Dance and Performance Center-’Switch Out’

Senior Jazz

1st: Westlake Dance Center-’Love So Soft’ 2nd: Allegro Performing Arts Academy-’Indestructible’

Senior Ballet

1st: Allegro Performing Arts Academy-’Unity’

Senior Tap

1st: The Company Space-’Make Me’

Senior Contemporary

1st: Allegro Performing Arts Academy-’The Dance’ 2nd: Westlake Dance Center-’Headspace’ 3rd: Allegro Performing Arts Academy-’Don’t Speak’

Senior Lyrical

1st: Allegro Performing Arts Academy-’Chasing’ 2nd: Westlake Dance Center-’The Storm, It’s Coming’

Senior Musical Theatre

1st: Westlake Dance Center-’All That Jazz’ 2nd: The Company Space-’You’ll Be Back’

Senior Specialty

1st: Westlake Dance Center-’Sad Day’ 2nd: Allegro Performing Arts Academy-’New York New York’

11 O’Clock:

Sidekick

The Company Space-’Signed, Sealed, Delivered’

Mini

The Company Space-’The Life of the Party’

Premiere Dance Center-’Ballroom Blitz’

Junior

Harbor Dance and Performance Center-’Rock This Joint’

Accolades Movement Project-’His Daughter’

The Company Space-’Work Song’

Performing Arts Academy of Marin-’Hot Note’

Teen

The Company Space-’Gimme Some’

Premiere Dance Center-’Believer’

ENCORE Performing Arts Center-’Feel Love’

Performing Arts Academy of Marin-’Lifeboat’

Accolades Movement Project-’Nothing’

Senior

Allegro Performing Arts Academy-’The Dance’

Westlake Dance Center-’Sad Day’

The Company Space-’Make Me’

Studio Showcase:

The Company Space-’Gimme Some’

Premiere Dance Center-’Believer’

Performing Arts Academy of Marin-’Lifeboat’

Harbor Dance and Performance Center-’Fever’

Allegro Performing Arts Academy-’The Dance’

Accolades Movement Project-’Nothing’

[sleepingdragonhq]

hey guys !! so we just thought to give you guys a little heads up about what to expect before the second half of the event which begins tomorrow at noon GMT.

our gossip witches have decided to do another body swap !! we will include a list below of all the muses and who they will be swapping with. but we wanted to let you guys know beforehand so you can plot with others and start collecting gifs/finding gif hunts. if you have any issues, see anyone missing on the list or if you have any questions in regards to this part of the event please send a message through to the main. 

we ask that if you make any open starters during this second half of the event that they be tagged with #sdhqhalloween2. also please do not start body swap threads until the post is officially up on the main. we hope you guys are excited about this and happy roleplaying !!

you can find the list of everyone and who they’re being swapped with under the cut.

Aaron Hale - Pippa Rosewood

Adeline Mulciber - Long Huojin

Aiden Wolffe - Mason Jones

Aisha Vane - Verity Nott

Alastair Watson - Nate Wood

Albus Severus Potter - Pepper Rosewood

Alec Fray - Toby Anderson

Alexander Hawthorne - Dominique Weasley

Alice Longbottom II - Orlando Lockhart

Annika Parkinson - Marcus Carson

Archer Selwyn - Theseus McLaggen

Ariadne McLaggen - Louis Weasley

Ariella Belefleur - Octavia Coleman

Aryana Robins - Darcy Mulciber

Ash Highmore - Rayna Sayre

August Fawley - Lily Luna Potter

Aurora Claremont - Matthias Vallois

Axel Wolffe - Tallulah Abbot

Bentley Lockhart - Jaxon DeQuan

Caitlin Diggory - Hadley Lestrange

Caleb Cresswell - Odette Flume

Camille McGonagall - Theodore Dubanowski

Candice Cresswell - Matthew Asprey

Charles Villiers - Mortimer Claremont

Chase Sayre - Sofia Clarke

Charlotte Watson - Rose Granger-Weasley

Clara Arquette - Lyra Malfoy

Cyrus Clearwater - Tobias Atwell

Declan Rowland - Mackenzie Potter

Diana Rosier - Casey Abrams

Edith de Lapin - Theodore Oliver

Edward Lupin - Frank Longbottom II

Eleanor Pucey - Lucy Weasley

Electra Carrow - Penelope Hawthorne

Elena Flores - Malachai Arquette

Elide Weasley - Cassius Cresswell

Elodie de Lapin - Rory Goldstein

Erin McCormack - Lorcan Scamander

Evan Parkinson -  Nova Slughorn - Jonah Finch

Evelyn Carrow - Reid Anderson

Felix Hopkirk - Vera McKinnon

Fred Weasley II - Gabriel Larkin

Gale MacDougal - Brett Holland

Grace Turner - Poppy Zabini

Gwendolyn Hawkes - Molly Weasley II

Harper Lee Clark - Everett Pickering

Hazel MacDougal - Manon Flamel

Hugo Granger-Weasley - Daniel McKinnon

Hunter Adams - Benjamin Ollivander

Jace Greengrass - Caspian Berrycloth

James Ashcroft - Seraphina MacAuley

James Sirius Potter - Fletcher Duke

Jasper Locklear - Brigid Callaghan

Josephine Flamel - Liam Alvarez

Joshua Selwyn - Sebastian Nott

Juliet Highmore - Kristopher Flynn

Laurel Ollivander - Nesta Greenwood

Layla Rowle - Colm McCarthy

Levi Highmore - Cynthia Clearwater

Lucienne Wolffe - Evangeline Pickering

Lysander Scamander - Adabella Skeeter

Madeline Brown - Meredith Wayfelle

Mary Katherine McKinnon - Amelia Hopkirk

Natalya Dolohova - William Ashcroft

Peggy Carson - Scorpius Malfoy

Perseus Mulciber - Celestina Shacklebolt

Seung Krum - Victoire Weasley

Thomas Goyle - Griffin Jones

[scrutineyeze]

i’m seeing a lot of ppl tossing around ideas about the nature of Fear & the Fourteen Fears (& some about the Extinction & its place in that), so i thought i’d try my hand at it too, lol. these thoughts have been kicking around my head for a while, & i’d be really interested in hearing what others think about this !

gonna put a warning here just about descriptions of fear/s & stuff. also a heads up: this contains spoilers for all of the magnus archives up to date [6/29/2020] and also i have A Lot of thoughts & can Not shut up, so this got. long. (2.7k) & ,,, increasingly weirdly worded bc uhh that’s kinda How I Write

without further ado: my thoughts on Fear, its facets, & how Old these might be. possibly also featuring mentions of the sublime & various things i’ve read. (i’ll work to paraphrase and/or quote these things as succinctly as possible.)

01. introduction 02. Fear: that it is not distinct Fears 03. Fear: a continuation, that it is in Facets 04. on the separation & age of such Facets 05. on, indeed, why such facets cannot be seen are Separate 06. some closing thoughts

01. thesis: robert smirke is Wrong about Fear. robert smirke believes that Fear is distinguishable into Fourteen Separate Fears; this has been shown to be, of a sort, already incorrect, as jonah magnus figured out & demonstrated with the only successful ritual, which entailed bringing in all the “fears” at once. however, to think of them as distinct Fears as in plural is a misunderstanding.

02. the following are selections from the meno, a dialogue written by plato & this translation is from Cathal Woods. beginning at 71d.

Socrates: … But you yourself, divine Meno, what do you say virtue is? … Meno: M: But it's not hard to say, Socrates. To begin with, if you want the virtue of a man, it's easy. A man's virtue is this: to attend to the affairs of the city effectively and in the process to benefit his friends and harm his enemies and make sure that he suffers nothing similar himself. If you're looking for the virtue of a woman, it's not hard to express. It's to manage her home well, preserving her possessions and being obedient to her husband. And there's a different virtue for children, both male and female, and for an old man, and, if you want, for a free man and, if you so desire, for a slave. And there are so many other virtues that there's no problem saying what virtue is, since there's a virtue for each occupation and stage of life with respect to each function of each person. And I take the same to hold for vice, Socrates. Socrates: It seems I've had some great good fortune, Meno, if, when looking for a single virtue, I have discovered in your possession some kind of swarm of virtues.

socrates then goes on to ask about bees & if meno thinks that they differ from each other insofar as “their being bees” or if they only differ through other means, such as beauty, size, colour, etc. meno says that they differ by other means, not through their being bees, & socrates presses then that virtue must be the same: there must be something which makes each of the attributes which meno listed virtues, and that connecting thread must be Virtue.

imagine, then, that we are talking about fear. (not so hard to do, when we are talking about fear lol.) so it might follow thus:

Socrates: meno, what is fear? Meno: Well, it is of corruption, and of violence, and of death, and of …

and so on—except that meno could, of course, differentiate further than simply the fourteen which smirke spoke of. as said in 111 “Family Business:”

I always think it helps to imagine them like colours. The edges bleed together, and you can talk about little differences: “oh, that’s indigo, that’s more lilac”, but they’re both purple. I mean, I guess there are technically infinite colours, but you group them together into a few big ones. A lot of it’s kind of arbitrary. I mean, why are navy blue and sky blue both called blue, when pink’s an entirely different colour from red?

and, of course, he goes on to say:

I mean, you could see them all as just one thing, I guess, but it would be pretty much meaningless, y’know, like… like trying to describe a… shirt by talking about the concept of colour.

but i would (will) argue that it isn’t meaningless to try to describe Fear as it is, which is as a single Entity. because it is the differences by other means (beauty, size, shape) which distinguish the facets of Fear, and not that it is distinct from itself by its Being Fear. that which makes us afraid—and us here, and likely everywhere, will be in reference to living things which feel fear in general, tho i will try to make myself clear at any time i speak less or more generally—makes us afraid through its Shared Connection to Fear, not through its connection to any other thing or other attributes. if something has the capacity to induce fear, then it must contain within itself the connection to Fear, or its being scary—the way that a bee, regardless of its other features, will always share with other bees their Being Bees, and the way that virtues must all contain within themselves that which Makes Them Virtuous in order to be listed as virtues at all. “that which Makes Them Virtuous,” socrates says, must be Virtue, & he spends the whole dialogue trying to get meno to help him answer that question (plus an interesting part about memory & reincarnation, but that’s unrelated).

(i’m going to say here that you Really Don’t Have To Read the meno. i uh personally dislike plato, esp when he’s not talking about love—but this is neither here nor there.)

03. so this brings us to, well, if Fear isn’t separate, then what are the Fourteen in relation to Fear? i’d say that they’re Facets of Fear, the way that honeybees and bumblebees are both bees, and aren’t different insofar as “their being bees,” but they are different in terms of other things, such as size and shape, so you might call them Facets (or different manifestations) of Bee-ness.

this does, also, allow for the looseness of seeing Fear like Colour. you can stick to the basics—blue, red, yellow, green, etc.—or get into specifics—ochre, cerulean, lilac—but you’re still discussing Colour. at the same time, Fear works similarly; you can speak of Fear of change (which would include fears such as uninjured to injured, healthy to sick, alive to dead), of depths (which is my reasoning against the point in 111 that “[s]ome really clash, and you just can’t put them together” … “I doubt The Buried would be bringing through The Vast,” because the fear of both seems to me as significantly more similar than dissimilar: the fear is often categorized as not being able to breathe, due to a too-much or not-enough, and also as the fear of being insignificant in comparison to the size, the fear of a deepness you will Never comprehend that Will Swallow you—a video i would Highly Recommend is “Fear of Depths,” made by Jacob Geller; he talks mostly about caves, the darkness you can’t see into, the call of the void. he talks some of the creatures at the bottom of the ocean, a lot about various video games, including a platformer which causes you to lose the floor. it’s a game about going deeper, ever deeper, and yet … you’re plunged into a massive, empty space. it’s a very, very good video. cw for talking about someone dying stuck in a cave.)—and you can speak of Fear in specifics, even more into detail than the Fourteen do. the Fourteen seems, to me, as a relatively easy nomenclature for these things, especially as understanding these things involve “paradoxes that most adults couldn’t handle” (111)

04. and i’m not arguing, necessarily, against using such nomenclature. to talk about Fear is difficult—i believe, much like socrates believes in Virtue, that there must be something that we can speak to which will succinctly categorize all that we find Scary, but, just like socrates and his search for Virtue rather than the naming of virtues, i find myself at a loss. i have my own thoughts on its connection to the sublime, & how terror and awe meet—how i find it impossible to separate the two, and other thoughts on how perhaps calling what i’m speaking of Fear is a reduction of what it Is—but i think putting those thoughts in another meta is a better organization of my thoughts.

so to talk about Fear in a much more manageable way, to talk about it in its particulars, in its Facets, allows us to better speak to it, just as, when trying to speak of Bravery, one does not need to speak of all things Virtuous.

however, i do believe it important to bear in mind the distinction between something being a Facet of Fear, and something being A Separate Fear. this is when we come to the “age” of various “fears,” or facets. this is another point at which i believe that robert smirke is wrong. he believes that the flesh is the youngest entity, that the end is old & so is the dark—and i’ve seen further speculation from there, about the eye being young—which, in light of how the eye (or, at least, jonah magnus, which i think is more likely, as it does seem Fear is malleable based on belief—as it should be, if it is to reflect our Fear) feels about children’s fears (cf. “Night Night,” ep. 173), i’ve seen quite a bit about

in order for fear to exist, the Fear must have been there since the first time fear was felt—or must have been created simultaneously with it, or some such thing. if Fear is indeed how i’ve described it, and smirke took the easy way out by calling it by its Facets as meno did Virtue, then i would argue against the saying that one facet of Fear is older than another—especially because the difference seems only to be in how close one pays attention.

consider the hunt and the eye, for a moment. at first glance—indeed, likely from smirke’s point of view—the hunt would be an older fear than the eye. we understand the hunt to be the fear of being chased, the fear of being made prey, the fear of predators lurking or stalking or hunting. and we understand the eye to be the fear of being watched, seen, known, of having our secrets brought into the light—the eye, as i’ve seen algie @equalseleventhirds say (along with a great deal of other things that i find highly interesting! they have had a lot to say about the connection between fears—fear soup is the nomenclature there—& also about jonah’s effect on the apocalypse & the distinction of Fear that we’ve seen in season five; all of this i highly recommend checking out) is younger than others, and from how these facets are understood now, it seems possible

after all, animals have been afraid of being prey since there were first hunters.

except to be hunted, you must first be Seen. how many animals protect themselves through camouflage? how long have animals used camouflage to protect themselves? how many animals Must fear being Seen just as much as being Hunted because, to them, those facets are inextricable?

05. which brings us to the facets being incapable of being made separate. we—and once more, this is all living things which can feel fear—don’t ever fear only One Thing At A Time.

from a piece of my writing (which is still very much in the works):

“Fear … isn’t that separate. The cabin fed on your fear of loss, yes, but also of being alone—of being left alone. Of being the sole survivor. Of watching us slip away—of losing us to an unfathomable violence that hid[es] … you’re not only afraid of one thing, Tim. It all blurs together.”

in this instance, i’m talking about desolation—kind of. 111 describes it as the “[f]ear of pain, fear of loss, fear of unthinking or cruel destruction.” but where does the fear of pain stop connecting to the fear of being prey, of being the victim of some unexpected violence? from “the Eye Opens,” ep. 160:

You see, the thing about the Fears is that they can never be truly separated from each other. When does the fear of sudden violence transition into the fear of hunted prey? When does the mask of the Stranger become the deception of the Spiral?

where does the fear of loss stop being the fear of being alone? if you’re afraid of losing those you love, you’re also afraid of being made separate from them, of being alone, aren’t you?

even the flesh, which smirke thinks began with the industrial revolution, must have existed since there were first bodies. even if included within other facets, there are so many things which force us to recall our own physicality in the worst way. in the disease & decomposition of bodies—in things like gangrene, in the bacteria that consume flesh—in the witnessing of flesh (sometimes yours) in the mouths of predators—hyenas and lions don’t always kill their prey being beginning to consume it—

humanity’s stories are full of reminders, too. we have cannibalism in our fairytales (hansel & gretel) & we have it in our propaganda: horror stories ranging from during the famine in Jerusalem during Titus’ siege—Reza Aslan’s Zealot: The Life and Times of Jesus of Nazareth, “There were scattered reports of Jews who succumbed to eating the dead.” and i think i’ve read of similar rumors spread about early christians eating children, tho can’t currently find any sources—and also in significantly more recent times we also tell stories of various people participating in cannibalism, or of monsters which only consume human flesh, or people driven to starvation (cf. ep. 58, “Trail Rations”)—these stories aren’t new. living things have probably feared our own bodies since we had the knowledge that they age and deteriorate and die—that we must eventually end because of them.

this is also why i don’t believe the extinction is any more than another facet of Fear, just like any other; (from “Rotten Core,” ep. 157) “[p]erhaps it is an existential fear that flows through the others like a vein of ore.” it overlaps with and through and into the other facets just as each other in turn folds into the rest. i mean ,,, how many apocalypse-setting shows/books/movies/podcasts exist now? how big was the “2012 as the end of the world” thought? (they made a movie about it: 2012.) us, our end, & the life that comes after … i’m put in mind of a post i recall going around:

“but we built robots, who have beat-up hulls and metal brains, and who have names; and if the other people come and say, who were these people? what were they like?

the robots can say, when they made us, they called us discovery; they called us curiosity; they called us explorer; they called us spirit. they must have thought that was important.

and they told us to tell you hello.”

06. this has all been a rather long-winded (and somewhat meandering) proposition on how Fear might work—i’m Very interested in how other people think about Fear/the Fears/the Fourteen (& if anyone wants to talk to me about the Sublime & where that meets Fear, i’d ! be Very interested in talking about that, i might make another post about that too). i see each facet of Fear as inextricable—when talking and/or writing about them, i find it hard to keep any of them separate at all, especially when it comes to fears i specifically have myself. what do other ppl think ? how separate do you see the various fears/facets ?

[cyrusgoodboye]

It's very difficult for me to properly convey what this show means to me.  I mean, how does one even begin to express the gratitude and love they possess for a one-in-a-lifetime show like Andi Mack?  

For starters, Andi Mack broke barriers even with its pilot episode, "13".  I, like many others, remember watching the episode and raving about how groundbreaking it was, how different it was from children's television shows that I had grown up watching.  I was in my room after watching the premiere, thinking to myself, "How is this possibly on Disney Channel?"  Now, roughly around two years later, I'm wondering to myself how it isn't.  I've typed long-winded messages and ranted to friends and family and Tumblr about how special this show is, how there's absolutely nothing else like it.  How it's a light to so many kids, an inspiration, a hope, something to model themselves after.  And now it's being taken away before all of the story got to be told.  

I never expected to fall in love with the characters as much as I did, and the same goes for the storylines.  I'll be honest, the show isn't perfect; I remember all of us [the fans] groaning when Walker was revealed to be Buffy's crush in the beginning of season three, and how much we hated the Jonah and Amber storyline that was (re)introduced later on.  But, at the end of the day, that wasn't what mattered.  It didn't matter if Jonah was wearing 'The Bracelet' or not, or if Bex and Bowie were going to finally get married.  We kept chasing that light we saw, the fabric of the show that tried to include every colored thread in the book and still managed to come out beautiful and unique and so, so inclusive.  We all admired how Andi Mack was always bringing up controversial subjects and topics that had been taboo in the years before its premiere, how it managed to leave kids hungry for more instead of the same cookie-cutter sitcoms blasting with laugh tracks and poorly written comedy.  We need more.  It shouldn't be over yet, but it got cancelled anyway, because apparently Disney Channel's most viewed and influential show just wasn't something they wanted to continue.  

Anyway, I know these points have all been made before, by fan after fan, and maybe you don't see the point of me reiterating these same truths again, but I don't know how to move on.  I'm not sure I can.  I can't get over watching Andi Mack realizing her cool older sister Bex is actually her mother.  I can't get over watching Buffy Driscoll struggling to accept her natural hair.  I can't get over watching Cyrus Goodman thinking he's different because he has a crush on a boy.  I can't get over watching Jonah Beck struggling with having anxiety and having a hard time coming to terms with it.  I can't get over watching T.J. Kippen accepting his learning disability and the fact that he's gay.  I can't.  How can you even begin to fill a gap like that, that piece of history?  I don't know how to say goodbye to this amazing, groundbreaking show.  Can you really say goodbye to something that you know will always be a part of you?

Andi Mack was truly lightning in a bottle.  Nothing will ever recapture the same magic it once had.  Nothing will ever be able to recreate the friendship of Andi, Buffy, and Cyrus, or the things they learned about life and the universe together.  Nothing will ever be able to open as many doors as this show, and it saddens me in a way that I cannot express in words.

"These are the moments you remember," Bex Mack said in season one, episode one, "13".  I didn't know it at the time, but yes, these are the moments you remember.  These are the moments that I will always carry with me, no matter where I am or what I'm doing with my life.  These are the moments that helped shape who I am and the way I treat others and how I will continue the fight for change, like Andi Mack taught me to do.  And I will remember them, forever and always. 

[aion-rsa]

HBO Max New Releases: December 2020

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Time and time again during this year’s pandemic, movie studios have had to make the best of a bad situation. HBO Max’s list of new releases for December 2020 comes along with the most extreme example yet.

WarnerMedia undoubtedly had big plans for Wonder Woman 1984 when it scheduled it for a holiday release last year. After moving it to the summer, however, the conglomerate had to delay its theatrical release time and time again. Now HBO Max is the lucky winner of the saga, as it gets to premiere the long-awaited sequel on its servers on Dec. 25.

While Wonder Woman 1984 is definitely the headline this month, there are some other intriguing streaming options for HBO Max in December. The month plays host to a whole host of high-powered documentaries like Heaven’s Gate: The Cult of Cults (Dec. 3), Alabama Snake (Dec. 9), and the Tiger Woods documentary Tiger (Dec. 15).

There isn’t much going on on the TV side of things. His Dark Materials is set to run its season 2 finale on Dec. 28. But at that point, everyone will likely be on their fourth Wonder Woman rewatch.

Here is the full list of everything coming to and leaving HBO Max in December 2020.

HBO Max New Releases – December 2020

December 1

3 Godfathers, 1949

40 Days And 40 Nights, 2002 (HBO)

Absolute Power, 1997

Adam Ruins Everything, Seasons 2-3

The Adventures of Pinocchio, 1996

Amanpour: Sex & Love Around the World, 2018

Amistad, 1997 (HBO)

Annabelle: Creation, 2017 (HBO)

The Bay, 2012 (HBO)

The Beguiled, 2017 (HBO)

Beyond Reasonable Doubt, 2017

The Bishop’s Wife, 1947

The Blind Side, (HBO)

Blow-Up, 1966

The Book Of Henry, 2017 (HBO)

Bright Young Things, 2004 (HBO)

Bundle of Joy, 1956

The Carbonaro Effect, Seasons 2-5

Chasing Life with Sanjay Gupta, 2019

Cinderella Story: If The Shoe Fits, A, 2016

Code 46, 2004 (HBO)

Comedy Knockout, 2016

Contraband, 2012 (HBO)

Crimes of the Century, 2013

The Crow, 1994 (HBO)

The Crow: City Of Angels, 1996 (HBO)

The Crow: Wicked Prayer, 2005 (HBO)

Dead Wives Club, Season 1

Death Row Stories, Seasons 1-4

De Blanco La Patuda (aka White Is For Virgins), 2020 (HBO)

Deep Blue Sea, 1999

Demolition Man, 1993

Diary Of A Wimpy Kid: Dog Days, 2012 (HBO)

Fallen, 1998

Falling Skies, 2011

The Family Man, 2000 (HBO)

Father of the Bride, 1950

Fifty Shades Of Black, 2016 (HBO)

Final Destination, 2000

Final Destination 2, 2003

Final Destination 3, 2006

The Final Destination, 2009

Finding Jesus: Faith, Fact, Forgery, 2015

Freelancers, 2012 (HBO)

Free Willy 2: The Adventure Home, 1995

Free Willy 3: The Rescue, 1997

Free Willy: Escape from Pirate’s Cove, 2010

The Girl With All The Gifts, 2016 (HBO)

Gladiator, 2000

Gun Crazy, 1950

Harry And The Hendersons, 1987 (HBO)

Hell in the Heartland, 2019

Hero, 2004 (HBO)

The History of Comedy, 2017

Holiday Affair, 1949

Hot Fuzz, 2007 (HBO)

How It Really Happened, Seasons 1-4

The Human Stain, 2003 (HBO)

The Hunt with John Walsh, 2014

Inside Evil with Chris Cuomo, 2018

It Happened on Fifth Avenue, 1947

Joe Versus the Volcano, 1990

Juice, 1992

Just My Luck, 2006 (HBO)

Kung Fu Panda 2, 2011

Laff Mobb’s Laff Tracks, 2018

The Last Samurai, 2003

La Unidad, 2020

Logan’s Run, 1976

Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring, 2001

The Man Who Came to Dinner, 1942

Mars Attacks!, 1996

Meet Me in St. Louis, 1944

Michael Clayton, 2007

Misery, 1990 (HBO)

The Misery Index, 2013

My Dream is Yours, 1949

Nancy Drew, 2007

No Blade of Grass, 1970

Omega Man, The, 1971

On Moonlight Bay, 1951

Outbreak, 1995

Paid Off with Michael Torpey, 2018

Phantom Thread, 2017 (HBO)

Period of Adjustment, 1962

Pope: The Most Powerful Man In History, 2018

Project X, 2012 (Extended Version) (HBO)

Rachel Dratch’s Late Night Snack, 2016

The Redemption Project, 2019

Risky Business, 1983

Robots, 2005 (HBO)

Rock Of Ages, 2012 (Extended Version)  (HBO)

Romance on the High Seas, 1948

Room for One More, 1952

Sanctum, 2011 (HBO)

The Sentinel, 2006 (HBO)

Sex and the City, 2008

Sex and the City 2, 2010

Shaun Of The Dead, 2004 (HBO)

The Shawshank Redemption, 1994

Shop Around the Corner, The, 1940

Snakes on a Plane, 2006

Snow White And The Huntsman, 2012 (Unrated Version) (HBO)

Something’s Killing Me, 2017

Southland, Seasons 1-5

Soylent Green, 1973

SPAWN, 1997

Stargirl, Season 1

Striptease, 1996

Susan Slept Here, 1954

Talk Show the Game Show, 2017

Tea for Two, 1950

Those Who Can’t, 2016

Three Godfathers, 1936

THX 1138, 1971

Timeline, 2003 (HBO)

Tom and Jerry: A Nutcracker Tale, 2007

Tom And Jerry: Santa’s Little Helpers, 2014

True Grit, 2010 (HBO)

Unfaithful, 2002 (HBO)

Unmasking a Killer, 2018

Very Scary People, Season 1

The Wedding Date, 2005 (HBO)

Westworld, 1973

What Bitch? (HBO)

Wrath of the Titans, 2012 (HBO)

Wrecked, 2019

Yogi Bear, 2010

Young Man with a Horn, 1949

December 2

Baby God, Documentary Premiere (HBO)

December 3

Full Bloom, Season Finale

Heaven’s Gate: The Cult of Cults, HBO Max Documentary Premiere

Looney Tunes Cartoons, Bugs Bunny’s 24 Carrot Holiday Special Premiere

My Gift: A Christmas Special From Carrie Underwood, HBO Max Special Premiere

Stylish with Jenna Lyons, HBO Max Original Series Premiere

December 4

Beyond the Spotlight, Season 1

Bright Now: Alien Worlds, 2020

Engineering the Future, 2020

La Leyenda Negra (HBO)

Jujutsu Kaisen (Crunchyroll Collection)

December 5

The Photograph, 2020 (HBO)

December 6

Euphoria, “Trouble Don’t Last Always,” Special Episode Premiere (HBO)

Murder on Middle Beach, Docuseries Finale (HBO)

December 7

Axios, Season Finale (HBO)

December 8

40 Years a Prisoner, Documentary Premiere (HBO)

La Jauria (The Pack), Season 1

One Night in Bangkok, 2020

December 9

Alabama Snake, Documentary Premiere (HBO)

The Trial of Christine Keeler

December 10

4 Blocks, Seasons 1-3

Esme & Roy, HBO Max Holiday Special Episode

Haute Dog, HBO Max Holiday Special Episode

Let Them All Talk, HBO Max Original Film Premiere

House of Ho, HBO Max Original Series Premiere

Summer Camp Island, Season 3 Premiere

Veneno, Season Finale

Valley of Tears, Season Finale

December 11

Adult Material

Midnight Family, 2020 (HBO)

One Way Or Another, Season Finale (HBO)

December 12

The Bee Gees: How Can You Mend a Broken Heart, Documentary Premiere (HBO)

December 13

Tiger, Docuseries Premiere (HBO)

December 15

Real Sports with Bryant Gumbel (HBO)

December 16

The Art of Political Murder, Documentary Premiere (HBO)

December 17

CNN Heroes, An All-Star Tribute

The Flight Attendant, HBO Max Limited Series Premiere

Homeschool Musical Class of 2020, HBO Max Special Premiere

Love Monster, Season 1-2

Sesame Street: Holiday at Hooper’s

December 18

Diego Torres Sinfonico, Season 1 (HBO)

Hasta Que La Boda Nos Separe (aka The Wedding Unplanner), 2020 (HBO)

December 19

Wendy, 2020 (HBO)

December 20

I Used to Go Here, 2020 (HBO)

December 21

Industry, Season Finale (HBO)

December 23

Squish, Season 1

December 25

The West Wing, Season 1-7

Wonder Woman 1984

December 26

Independence Day (Extended Version), 1996 (HBO)

Road Trip, Season 1

December 28

His Dark Materials, Season 2 Finale (HBO)

December 29

Los Dias De La Ballena (AKA The Days of the Whale) (HBO)

December 31

The Champ, 1979

Conan Without Borders

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Leaving HBO Max – December 2020

December 10

Lights Out, 2016 (HBO)

December 15

The Lego Movie 2: The Second Part, 2019 (HBO)

December 26

American Animals, 2018 (HBO)

December 27

Arizona, 2018 (HBO)

December 31

An American in Paris, 1951

Analyze This, 1999

Austin Powers In Goldmember, 2002

Austin Powers: International Man Of Mystery, 1997

Austin Powers: The Spy Who Shagged Me, 1999

Batman & Robin, 1997

Batman Forever, 1995

Batman v Superman: Ultimate Edition, 2016

Bonnie and Clyde, 1967

Boogie Nights, 1997

Bringing Up Baby, 1938

Clash Of The Titans, 2010

Constantine, 2005

Demolition Man, 1993

Dirty Harry, 1971

Doctor Zhivago, 1965

Empire of the Sun, 1987

Friday the 13th, 2009

Free Willy, 1993

Giant, 1956

Gladiator, 2000

The Hey Arnold! The Movie, 2002

The Hobbit, 1977

Jonah Hex, 2010

La La Land, 2016 (HBO)

Lara Croft Tomb Raider: The Cradle Of Life, 2003

Lara Croft: Tomb Raider, 2001

The Lego Ninjago Movie, 2014

Lucy In The Sky, 2019 (HBO)

Madagascar 3: Europe’s Most Wanted, 2012 (HBO)

Monsters vs. Aliens, 2009

Rugrats Go Wild, 2003

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⭐️ what if I ask one for everyone pls

a headcanon about our muses

Colt and Casandra

The first year after she moved to Phoenix, she swore off relationships because she didn’t want to hurt again the way it felt to love Colt. Sometimes she considered calling or texting him, but she also didn’t want to take him away from his dream. Cassie knew how important it was for him to be a doctor and fulfill that goal and she would never be the person that pulled him away from that because she knew if she called, he would come.

Chase and Lorena

After their first hookup/the first interview that Lorena gave, she went home and listened to the entire band’s discography (whatever she could find on streaming/the internet). She knows she should have done this before the show, but she really likes the first time she hears a band being live so she can experience everything. She was really surprised with how much she enjoyed the sound, even if it was something she typically wouldn’t have been drawn to if she had just stumbled upon them.

Nash and Mackenzie

Though she told everyone that she was okay with their breakup and she missed the dog more than him, it was all a lie. She didn’t want to talk about Nash after she left him because it was so painful and it would be hard to hide behind her glass wall without it shattering if someone actually made her talk about him and why she thinks they didn’t work.

Jonah and Marisa

The first time she saw Jonah, she told one of her coworkers that she wanted to “climb that man like a tree.” So she really enjoys living said promise from time to time and literally climbing all over Jonah, much to his chagrin. But like everything in life, he lets her because it’s her. She tries not to exploit things that fact too much but she does from time to time.

Seth and Madelynn (and Wyatt)

I think I’ve mentioned this either to you or in the thread, but Madelynn wanted to date Seth before Wyatt. She doesn’t regret meeting/dating/loving Wyatt because of how happy he makes her, but if she would have known that Seth would have wanted her when they first met/became friends, she definitely would have hopped on that ship.

Harvey and Paige

Harvey was not the first person that she told she was pregnant with Bonnie. Paige wanted to make the announcement perfect, so she recruited his sister to make the announcement perfect. It was recorded and sometimes, when Bonnie is asleep, she plays it and cries because she misses when they were in love like that.

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not a goodbye || chase and jonah

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍: chase and jonah’s freshman dorm // spring 2021.

𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: chase x jonah.

𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒: two best friends in a room, they might kiss.

𝐃𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐒: chase and jonah say goodbye to their freshman dorm room and the last time they will be actual roommates. but they have plenty of good times ahead of them.

Getting their dorm room packed up after one of the greatest years Chase had ever had was a little bittersweet. Part of him thought him and Jonah were going to be roommates roommates for the whole four years. Especially after a few months had gone so well, he thought that nothing would ever change. But it was time to go, and next year they would be living in a house together with their other friends and that was going to be great too. But this was a special kind of greatness, the kind of closeness you get with someone who you spend every day and every night with. The person in the room you come back to after a hard test, a really good shower thought, or a great day. "We've had a lot of fun in here, man" said Chase, vocalizing his sentimentality for living in here. "Just you me and Saphira" he added with a smile, the cat had already been packed up and dropped off to be taken care of by Nana.

Jonah exhaled deeply as he looked around the almost empty dorm room. The past year had been one of the best he ever had, and a lot of it was thanks to Chase. The thought of living in the same room with someone was a little intimidating. He was scared it would be too draining on him, but if anything, it brought the two boys even closer. Chase was someone that balanced Jonah out nicely. His extroverted personality brought that out in Jonah as well, but he also respected when Jonah needed a bit of a cool down. Even with everything going on with Julian, Jonah was able to relax a bit whenever Chase was around. But now they were moving on to bigger things, an actual house filled with their friends. It was different, but Jonah was pretty excited for it. Looking back on his life, he would have never expected to find such great friends. They did more for him than they really knew. "Saphira really was a great roommate." Jonah patted his friend's back as he spoke. "You were a pretty good runner up, though." he said jokingly. "But it doesn't stop, we got all summer to be with each other. You, me, and those summer camp kids. Can't believe we let the twins talk us into that, but if it's up to Hollingsworth standards, it's gotta be great."

Chase was resisting his urge to hug Jonah, because he was being a little ridiculous. They were going to spend all summer together, and even live together next year. It was just sentimental because it was the end of an era, but honestly their friendship was just getting started. They were gonna be on a long life journey together, that was certain. Chase had never had a male friend like this before in his life, let alone a male friend group. "Yeah, those twins. They can talk anyone into anything. Peer pressure is a great look on them" said Chase with a laugh. The four of them had a solid dynamic, and you'd think they'd stress Jonah out. But Chase knew they were total nerds, those Hollingsworth girls. It was only a matter of time before the four of them's common interests reigned true. "We really are going to have the best summer ever, and you've got your girl. I've got ... a literal child. Look at us" he said with a laugh.

"It's those damn debate team skills. It's unmatched." Jonah let out a sigh before laughing. Jonah was very aware of just how intense the Hollingsworth girls could be, but he also did know them before they both evolved. They were pretty much goobers, in the best way possible, of course. Jonah smiled wide once his friend mentioned Rory. It was so good to be back with her, like he was finally complete. But then Chase mentioned how he had a child. A real life child. Jonah never forgot about that one, it lived in his brain absolutely rent free. He looked at Chase with wide eyes and laughed along "We're really stepping it up. Raising that bar for everyone. Who could top that?" He really was going to have a great summer with his bud, he was sure of it. "Oh shit, there's also that New York trip!" he said with such excitement. Jonah didn't get to see Mia as often so he was really happy to go up and visit her as well. She was in a good place, physically and mentally. It was all he could ever ask for. "I can't wait to see your family."

It was nice to see Jonah smile like that because of Rory. Chase was well aware she was the missing piece this year, he was sad that she hadn't followed suit with everyone else and come here. Wren was also clearly missing her all the time. There was a Rory sized hole in both of their hearts, and it hurt Chase to see that. "Yeah, two days until the boys are headed to the big city" said Chase excitedly. They had been planning this trip all year. It was weird to be going home without Gabrielle, but it was going to be nice. Like he was a regular boy who hadn't gotten tangled up in so much stuff. "My parents can't wait to see you, my mom is obsessed" Chase replied, "and also maybe my sister. Please don't pull a Jonah and date my sister" he joked. Chase knew very well that Jonah was more than happy with Rory, and Amy liked everyone who breathed. She and Chase were most definitely related in that aspect.

It felt good to know that Chase's family liked Jonah, especially because he loved them so much. It hurt to know that Chase was separated from them for this long. Even if it were a few years, there were still important parts of his life that he couldn't share with the rest of his family. Sometimes that's how Jonah felt about Mia. The three Keller kids were no strangers to being separated, but it had been years since he had been around his little sister. Jonah tried to look at the bright side when it came to Chase, though. If he didn't move with Gabrielle, the two would have never met. This friendship meant a lot to him, it was one of the most important relationships he had. What mattered most was that Chase was where he wanted to be. Jonah rolled his eyes and shoved his friend gently, "To be fair, I was Rory's boyfriend before I even met Wren." he said with a smile. His friendship with Wren also meant a lot, the whole group was really special. "But I promise, I will not pull a Jonah a second time in my life. Same goes for you. Mia's been asking about you a lot, and it's sus."

Sometimes Chase thought about fate. How funny it was that everything in his life was leading to him moving. From joining cheer because he was an insecure little twerp who wanted to talk to girls, to finding friends who helped him have the confidence to talk to Gabrielle, to the dates and falling in love for the first time. From there it was the pregnancy and the move, all leading up to him getting to meet all these incredible people. People he would have missed out. Part of him thought about how he would have met Jonah somehow anyways. How their sisters were in school together, and that they became friends without them. That he would have met Jonah and been a friendly stranger to him once, never knowing what could have been. He loved that he was a sentimental fuck sometimes, it meant that he could enjoy life more. "I mean, I've always wanted you to be my real brother. Let's make it brothers in law" said Chase with a smile.

Jonah's jaw dropped dramatically, "So Mia gets to live out my dream by marrying you? Yeah fucking right. I will be an absolute monster at that wedding, I promise you." he said before laughing. He enjoyed the friendship he had with Chase. They were able to make little jokes with each other without it being weird, it was always a fun time. "Besides, getting with my sister will cut into your 'that one time in summer camp' fling. You can't fuck with that trope, it's golden." Jonah was all for him and Gabrielle getting back together, as long as they were both happy with each other, but Chase also deserved a good summer. Whatever his friend was down for, Jonah would support.

"I love it when you get jealous" said Chase with a smirk. They were two funny little pals, weren't they. Jonah made an excellent point, "one time at summer camp does sound like a good way to start a story, I can't pass that up. It's way lamer to say one time at my little sister's graduation I spent time with the love of my life and then married his sister" Chase said as he laughed some more. Maybe Chase did deserve to have some fun this summer. It had been a while.

"Well luckily for me, there's been no need to get jealous. You know, since you haven't been with anyone for a while." Jonah said with a stupid little grin. Would Chase get a little sulky from that? Perhaps. But all the clowning going down in their simp nation groupchat was really getting to Jonah. He was feeling all sassy lately with his friends. Maybe it was this little boost of confidence from having Rory back. "We could have been one year deep into a beautiful relationship, but now I'm a taken man. You've missed your chance." he continued on with the joke. "Yeah that one just doesn't roll off the tongue as nicely. They say shit get's pretty wild at this camp. Who knows what could happen."

"Oh I see how it is, we just live the single life together for so long. The if I can't have you no one can trope is about to kick in. I'm gonna have myself a little chat with Rory" said Chase laughing, they were having fun. Jonah had been happier recently, honestly he'd been doing really well all year. Chase faked a shot to the heart, "you're killing me, Keller" he said with a little laugh, "I'll get you one day". Chase picked up the last of his bags, "we've got a week until camp. Games tonight right? I promise to not let you win" said the boy as he took one last look around the room.

"Wow now you're getting all jealous? Hm, I think I like what I see." Jonah smirked at Chase before laughing. Being around Chase just made everything better. Even with everything going on with Julian, Jonah was still trying to keep his spirits up. "I'll enjoy every moment of the chase." Jonah smiled to himself, not intending the play on words. He then nodded in response as he looked around to make sure they weren't leaving anything behind. "Oh thank you so much, I didn't know you were so selfless." he said with a smile as he placed his hand over his heart. "We should have an ice cream run later tonight. Loser pays, and don't worry, I won't get anything too expensive."

Chase laughed "suck a dick, Jonah. Mine, specifically. Don't you worry I will definitely tell Rory" he said as he flipped him off and headed down to the car and headed back to Gabrielle's guest house for the next few days. Soon enough he would be in the car with Jonah on the way to see his family, and life would be good. For now he had the daunting Hale house in the distance, it emanating its cold vibes into his little safe haven. //END