frightening forest

Do not engage. Do not look directly at it. Do not react to it. Just keep walking through the forest. Never be alone. Your guide is knowledgeable, cheap, and trustworthy.

You made it through, the guide turns into a horrific beast. You can avoid being surprised by noticing that the guide looks to the side with a perception check.

You make it through without incident, following the guides orders.

You make a mistake and fight a frightening forest creature.

You purposefully look for the monster, the guide abandons you. When you make it out, you notice the old man is not back yet. He never comes.

A woman comes up to your group from off the path. “Excuse me, can I travel with you? I lost my group…” You notice the guide ignores her completely.

One Year | A Gaston Story (Chapter Thirteen)

Originally posted by mortisia

One Year | A Gaston Story

Gaston (Luke Evans) X OC

Summary: Gaston made all the wrong choices in life, and when a dramatic fall from the Beast’s castle leaves him wounded and near-death, he thinks it’s the end of his time. Suddenly, an old beggar woman appears at his side and heals him back to his normal self but gives him one year, and only one year, to find true love before his time on earth and the town’s memories of him come to an end.

Prologue | One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Seven | Eight | Nine | Ten | Eleven | Twelve | Thirteen

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Perhaps it was the endless chirping of birds that awoke Gaston early the next morning, but as soon as his eyes opened, the evening’s discomfort weighed heavily on his shoulders. He cringed at his impulsivity: Friends. Is that all we are? Shaking his head in hopes of ridding himself of the thought, Gaston pushed his body off of the ground and stretched. The fire’s dusty ashes perfumed the air with an overpowering aroma of decomposing timber; He must have fallen asleep while mending the fire. After Anne retired early for the evening, Gaston was rather bored on his own and it didn’t take much effort to doze off shortly after her departure.

Suddenly, a sharp pain brought him to his knees as it traveled throughout his limbs like a lethal liquid icing his bloodstream. The scenery was spinning as he clutched his heart, where the pain intensified, and stifled an aching shriek. Since his curse, there were sporadic moments of brief pain now becoming more frequent as June approached. Eventually, his panic subsided as he calmed himself with lengthy, heavy breaths and wiped the beads of chilled sweat that formed at his brow.

Calm down,” he growled at himself.

When the stabbing feeling disappeared, Gaston absorbed the area; It was the early moments of sunrise, a navy hue tinting the earth, and birds greeted the day with their melodies while the breeze swept through the rustling leaves and tall blades of unkempt grass. Gaston could never pass up an opportunity, so he reached for his bow and arrow beside the lifeless fire and eyed a soaring pheasant that hovered overhead. As he lifted his bow, he stopped abruptly upon noticing three silhouetted figures stalking deeper through the woods, away from the cottage. There wasn’t a village in miles, he knew the land wasn’t populated. With careful, noiseless steps, Gaston slung his bow over his shoulder and rushed after them, his dark eyes focused on his prey.

As he ventured further underneath the dense canopy of encompassing trees, the sky seemed to transform into a charcoal color as his eyes adjusted to the growing darkness. More black than a coffin, heavy shade warped the sinister trees whose branches protruded in multiple directions like sharp daggers. The figures were closer now, a cloaked woman and two men, although their identities were unrecognizable. They scurried throughout the forest floor as the shade aided their escape. Moments later, Gaston was surrounded by darkness.

Panting deeply, he caught his breath and closed his eyes, listening closely for their footsteps. Nothing but silence and the sound of his own rapid breathing. Backing away, he stumbled over the uneven path, knotted with roots and miscellaneous sticks, as shrill laughter filled his ears. The cackle, high-pitched and blood-curdling, echoed throughout the woods. It was a haunting type of laugh, malevolent and foreboding, that stopped Gaston in his tracks.

Please, don’t let me go!” The voice taunted in a sing-song voice.

Gaston immediately recognized his own words when the Beast dangled him off of the castle. Grabbing his bow, Gaston aimed an arrow towards the darkness, unsure of the intruder’s location. His anger was overwhelming as the layered trees that surrounded him transformed into an open battlefield that held his darkest enemies. His face was red with rage, fire burning in his pupils, as his furrowed brows created distinct wrinkles between his eyes.

Kill the Beast! Kill the Beast! Kill the Beast!

“Who’s there?!” Gaston’s voice boomed throughout the forest, nearly frightening himself with its power. “Show yourself!”

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Fear isn’t so difficult to understand. After all, weren’t we all frightened as children? Nothing has changed since Little Red Riding Hood faced the big bad wolf. What frightens us today is exactly the same sort of thing that frightened us yesterday. It’s just a different wolf. This fright complex is rooted in every individual - Alfred Hitchcock

I guess like what I really don’t have answers for from a certain branch of the fandom is like… do they really think Luke is gonna be like “YEAH REY, MURDER KYLO REN HE’S TRASH”

And like don’t get me wrong, I know Kylo Ren betrayed Luke and all and killed Luke’s best friend/Ren’s father but… That’s still his only sister’s only son. That’s still his nephew. You don’t stop loving family like that, especially considering Leia hasn’t given up on her son yet - much the way Luke didn’t give up on Anakin.

And when you factor that Kylo Ren is being called to the light and that he was abused, I don’t think killing him as punishment for doing bad is a satisfying end to his character. Redemption is the only satisfying end. And Luke knows this too.

That being said, if Rey shows up all “grumble grumble grumble fuck you kylo ren you fucking trash bin” I feel like Luke would attempt to alleviate her anger. He doesn’t want his only sister’s only son murdered by this random girl. So he tells Rey about Ben Solo and how he was targeted, how he was seduced. He tells stories about him growing up. LUKE is the one who makes Kylo Ren sympathetic in Rey’s eyes and if the supposed leaked scene involving the KoR fighting on Ahch-To happens and Ren does save Rey in some capacity… it’s only going to back up what Luke said.

And that doesn’t even get into the fact that Rey’s anger at Kylo Ren is absolutely frightening in the forest on Starkiller Base. Luke would not want to cultivate hate in her (as it leads to the Dark Side) but rather compassion, the Jedi way. Unless Luke is the worst teacher ever, there is no way Luke is going to encourage her to revenge murder his nephew.

I just feel like Luke is going to end up being the turning point in Rey’s feelings towards Kylo Ren. I just can’t see him encouraging the hate. Let’s examine, for a moment, Luke’s dialogue with Obi-wan’s ghost in Return of the Jedi:

Luke: There is still good in him.
Obi-Wan: He’s more machine now than man. Twisted and evil.
Luke: I can’t do it, Ben.
Obi-Wan: You cannot escape your destiny. You must face Darth Vader again.
Luke: I can’t kill my own father.

(As a side note, does anyone else feel that Lor San Tekka’s “You cannot escape the truth that is your family” echoes Obi-wan’s line here?)

Luke’s interactions with his father had been nothing short of awful. Vader killed Luke’s mentor. Vader cut off Luke’s hand. And these fights were the the only memories he had of his father. There was no playing catch in the park, getting ice cream after the big game, learning to shave from daddy moments. The ONLY interactions Luke has ever had with his father are negative ones and he still can’t give up on him because he KNOWS there is light in him.

And he’s right.

I cannot fathom a world in which Luke “Won’t Kill My Dad Who I’ve Only Ever Known As a Villain” Skywalker would willingly support the murder of his nephew that he actually spent years of happy time with. They were off alone, just the two of them, during the events of Bloodlines - which were only 7 years ago in The Force Awakens. They were clearly close. It would be character assassination to turn Luke into someone who supports revenge killing his own blood.

Luke is going to change Rey’s mind about Kylo Ren, not just because he doesn’t want her to slip down a path to the Dark Side, but because he still loves his nephew, and wants him to go home.

Hide and Seek with the Avengers: A Bucky Barnes x Reader One Shot

Hide and seek with the Avengers
Part One


You, Thor, Tony, Steve and Wanda were on one team; Bucky, Sam, Clint, Bruce and Natasha being the opposition and you were in a gruelling match. A battle to the death, ‘til the last man was left standing. Or rather, hiding, since you were playing hide and seek. But it was most definitely the most intense game you’d ever played, the most serious and adult-

“Bucky put your shirt back on!” Steve called, laughing.

“I was throwing you off my scent, super soldier. You’ve got the nose of a blood hound!” Bucky countered with a playful wink. “And plus we said no peeking, so you can turn back around and start over with the countdown!” Steve rolled his eyes and we all turned to count, before Bucky began talking again, the rest of his team already dispersed and in pursuit of the perfect hideout spot.

“Yeah everyone except you Y/N!” He called, whistling as you turned to look at him with an incredulous look plastered across your face. He winked and flexed his muscles arrogantly when he knew you were watching. “That’s for you!” He shouted, throwing his shirt at your face as he dashed away, not before landing a definitive slap against your ass. His laughter echoed around the empty forest and the rest of your team mates chuckles fondly. You shook your head in amusement.

“One hell of a boyfriend you’ve got there, Cap.” You teased, nudging him playfully with your shoulder.

He cackled and nudged you right back, “I could say the same thing to you.” He laughed, raising his eyebrows as you scowled at him.

“Hey, as cute as this whole exchange thing is, we’re in it to win it. I didn’t appreciate losing last round and being forced to do the funky chicken, it was totally undignified.” Tony stated, earning a chorus of laughter. “If, I mean, when we win..” Tony began, clearing his throat and tugging animatedly at the material around his neck, shooting you a pretend look of worry that forced a smile into your lips. “I get Clint. And I’m giving him the worst possible dare you could possibly think of- don’t ask me yet, I’m still mulling it over and I need time to focus on my art- that’ll make him wish the funky chicken was never created.” Bursting into laughter, you placed a friendly hand upon Tony’s shoulder and squeezed heartily.

“Oh come on Tony,” you giggled, the memory of Tony bent over and squawking flashing behind your eyes. “It wasn’t that bad.” Almost as if he could read your mind, he shot you his best 'are you kidding me’ look and shook his head, resigning himself to his revenge. The losing team each sacrificed their right to free will and were all individually presented with a dare they could not back out of. Or they’d be forced to strip down to their underwear and jump into the lake, though the memory of Bucky’s flexed muscles and Cap’s broad back made you wish that maybe they would forfeit the mischievous dares. You shook your head slightly. “I get Natasha!” You declared, everybody else chiming in with their victims. Steve choosing Bucky, Thor- Sam and Wanda- Bruce.

Soon enough, it was time to hunt. You found Bruce first, who was meekly hidden behind a tree and didn’t really put up much of a 'fight’, coming out with his hands held up in surrender and a sheepish smile swallowing his features. He wasn’t really that fond of the game and kept on talking about all the work he was “behind on” but Tony was adamant he participate as they had grown rather close and the team needed another rival to even things out, and who better than a “tragically cute- come angry, green war machine?” (Tony’s words, not your own.)

Next you found Natasha and Clint. You would’ve been looking all night had they not been giggling vicariously and tweeting like birds, Wanda’s familiar red ether revealed their whereabouts: perched upon the highest branch of the tallest tree they hid like birds and cackled like hyenas.

“You okay up there, love birds?” Tony quipped, shining a light on where they were sat, nestled deep within the branches and leaning intimately close together. “I thought that Y/N and Bucky were the only two that were going to get funky tonight, not you two.” Laughing, they scaled the most part of the tree and then leaped down like agile creatures of the night, Clint wrapping a protective arm around Natasha’s shoulders, earning a subtle frown from Bruce who watched on with an ache in his chest. You smiled sadly at him and offered him your hand in comfort only to have Thor take it instead, swinging it heavily and singing strange songs as you both skipped along, throwing an apologetic smile over your shoulder at the small, heart-broken scientist. Natasha had no idea how Bruce felt about him, and though there was nothing truly occurring between Clint and her, the sight still pained Bruce and you hated the too-often-appearing grimace that lined his features when they interacted. It was painful to watch.

“Let us race!” Thor declared, raising your interlaced hands in the air and swinging you onto his back, carrying you like one would a small child. Bruce clambered onto Tony’s back after being guilted into it and Clint onto Natasha’s, with Wanda wrapping her legs around Steve. Then you were off. “Please don’t Hulk out.” Tony begged of Bruce as he bounced up and down on Tony’s back, a pained smile etched onto his features. “I’ll try..” He whined.

The forest filled with the sounds of whooping and cheering and the occasional twittering of actual birds, followed by the feigned, copying attempts of Clint, trying to communicate as Natasha howled in laughter. “Gods speed, my loyal steed!” You commanded, pushing yourself up on Thor’s back and punching one hand into the air as he raced faster, his feet pounding the dirt track and his laughter bellowing around the forest, frightening all wild life. Somewhere along the journey Wanda had spotted Sam jumping from tree branch to tree branch and yanked him out with her ether, dangling him above the crowd of Avengers who laughed at his misfortune.

“Falcon?” Clint laughed, “More like Fal-can’t!” He burst into fits of giggles which Romanoff attempted to stifle with her hand as every body stared in embarrassment. “So lame.” Tony groaned, rolling his eyes whilst hitching a disgruntled Bruce higher up on his back. “Come on!” Clint whined, still unable to regain a hold of his laughter. None of you cut him any slack, mocking him endlessly on his tragic attempt at a pun.

“And then there was one.” Cap smiled, his eyes glinting mischievously with the knowledge that it was his best friend who solely remained in hiding. You had twelve minutes remaining of your allotted time of thirty to find him, or else Team Clint would win, and Team Tony was NOT accepting defeat. Seven minutes into the fruitless search for the Winter Soldier and Tony had pulled out a metal detector, much to the dismay and outrage of Clint and his team mates.

“You can’t do that!” Falcon berated, snatching the device from Tony’s hand, only to have you snatch it back in an instant. “Says who?” You snapped, widening your eyes and hitching your brows in defence.

“Says me.” Natasha declared, prying the detector from your fingers. “It’s cheating!”

“And what rule book, exactly, are you reading that from?” Tony mused, pulling out yet another, smaller metal detector from his side pocket. “Just in case you decided to complain.” He explained with a mischievous smile, “Oh and I have another three so don’t even bother snatching this one.” He winked. Matched with a chorus of groans from the opposing team, Tony dedicated the remaining six minutes to tracking down the metal armed man.

Five minutes, thirty seconds and three ran miles later, you’d found him. “Bucky I know you’re in there.” Tony called, smacking the hollow tree with his fist. No answer. “Metal man!” Thor called, sticking his head into the body of the tree. “Reveal yourself.” A slight shuffling sound. “Bucky, we’ve got a metal detector.” Steve laughed, patting the tree softly, understanding his competitiveness. “Give it up. We’ve won.”

Muffled swearing and the definitive sound of metal against the soft interior of bark signalled Bucky’s undignified exit from the tall tree. Thor quickly grabbed him and pulled him into his arms, rubbing his knuckles against the brunettes skull, dismantling his perfect hair. “You dared me to act out Shakespeare in the park, small man. I didn’t even know Shakespeare entered a park. It is time for revenge!” Thor yelled, his eyes shining with humour as he let Bucky go and nodded to Steve, passing on the mantle of revenge and humiliation onto the Captain.

Assembling around a camp fire that Tony and Bruce created with an unnecessary amount of calculations and geeking out over the science of the experiment, Team Clint prepared themselves for their dares.

Clapping his large hands together, Thor laughed heartily and regarded Sam with his big, blue eyes, aflame with mischief. “Falcon!” Thor thundered, clasping the smaller man’s shoulder roughly as he groaned, dropping his head into his hands and muttering slightly to himself.

“I.. Dare you,” he began, testing out the words as he spoke and discreetly pulling a flask of something clear and Amber from his accoutrements, “To drink this.” He finished with a smile wider than his biceps. Sam’s eyes bulged and he shook his head. “Aw hell no,” he screeched, shooting up and already beginning to undress, accepting his forfeit. “I remember what happened when Bucky drank that, I was there. I ain’t doing that weird hallucinating shit. Nu-uh, no way. I’ll see you guys at the lake.” And then he was off, dashing away as you all whooped and cheered after him, laughing as you had the perfect view of him diving naked into the lake.

Next up was Bruce, and he looked to Wanda with hopeful eyes, praying she’d go easy on him. His prayers went unanswered, as they often did for Bruce.

“I dare you to kiss Natasha.” She said loudly and with fervour, causing the whole group to burst into raucous laughter. Everyone was secretly pleased and fizzing with excitement at her chosen punishment. Bruce let out a squeak once the words passed her lips, his face paling and his eyes growing wide. Natasha simply laughed, throwing her beautiful, red hair back off her face as she did so. It was her that made the move, pulling him close and wrapping her arms around his neck as he stared on- wide eyed as if in an outer body experience. It was adorable to watch, and the kiss long overdue. They sat together for the rest of the night, a pink hue dusting Bruce’s cheeks perpetually and an affectionate arm wrapped around her waist that never seemed to leave.

“Bucky.” Steve smirked, receiving a loud groan in return from the man in question. “Buck, Bucky, Bucky..” You and Thor whooped, revelling in his discomfort. “Give him hell, Steve!” You cawed in assent, Thor cheering you on. “Punish him!” He guffawed, ensconcing your shoulders in a comfortable hug of companionship. You snuggled closer and watched on as the drama unfolded.

Steve began to circle around his childhood friend, like a vulture surrounding its prey. You watched as Bucky steadily began to shrink under the watchful eye of his comrades and your smirk grew larger as his confidence shrank. “I dare you..” Steve began, Bucky clamping a hand over his mouth to stifle his nervous grumblings.

“To tell..”

“Oh no.” Bucky whined, his gaze flitting to yours instantaneously as he quickly smothered his face in his hands.

“Everybody here,” Steve called loudly, motioning around the circle as he continued to circle around Bucky, unencumbered by embarrassment and instead fuelled by the desire to humiliate his friend. “What you were dreaming about last night.”

Steve’s eyes landed upon Bucky and his face split into a large, shit-eating grin as Bucky crumpled in on himself. “And there’s no forfeits accepted, Sam took the one your group was allowed.” Bucky moaned loudly, his face burning bright red, the flush clear even in the dim light of the fire.

“Hurry, metal man!” Thor demanded, “Tell us of your dreams!”

“Yeah!” Tony chimed in, “Tell us!”

You all began chanting around an infinitely embarrassed Bucky who looked as if he wished more than anything for the ground to swallow him whole, all his previous arrogance and chassis of exuberance destroyed and left behind in the hollowed out tree.

“Tell us! Tell us! Tell us!”

Bucky scraped a hand across his face and looked almost as if he were about to cry from embarrassment. Whatever it was he had been dreaming about, he /really/ didn’t want to share with the team. The thought made you chant louder.

“Okay!” He exploded, standing to his feet and holding his hands up in defence. “Alright, alright. I’ll fucking do it!” Steve smirked again, the pair of friends engaging in a deep stare off as Bucky seemed to regret ever meeting the star spangled man for putting him in the position he was in.

“And don’t hold anything back.” Steve called darkly at Bucky’s turned back.

The excitement was bubbling up inside you so much that you feared you may actually implode. The worry and embarrassment on Bucky’s face actually incited a great hysteria within you, you craved knowledgeability of what it was that had gotten him so flustered.

He turned to you and smiled sheepishly, his eyes guilty.

“Y/N..” He began, “I am so sorry.”

WOMAN’S WITCHCRAFT; a fanmix [ listen ]

“A WITCH ought never be frightened in the darkest forest.. because she should be sure in her soul that the most terrifying thing in the forest was her.” - Terry Pratchett

01. Nostalghia - Chrysalis, 02. Meg Myers - Desire (Hucci Remix), 03. Cults - Bad Things, 04. Hannah Cartwright ft. Ross Tones - All You Leave Behind, 05. Death in Vegas - Dirge, 06. Cousin Marnie - Cain, 07. Lisa Hannigan - You Haunt Me, 08. Austra - Spellwork, 09. Katie Kim - Wicked Game, 10. Of Monsters and Men - Thousand Eyes