Disney world secret: Back in the day, the exit for the Haunted Mansion used to be through a turnstile that let guests off at Liberty Square. When the turnstile was removed, a bit of the machinery was left in the ground. Many people thought it resembled a wedding ring, and a legend was born. “Because this ring was a creation of the fans and not Disney canon, the story of the ring varied depending who would tell it. Perhaps Master Gracey had gotten angry at the young woman for cheating on him and tossed it over the balcony in a fit of rage. Or maybe it was the indent of her ring forced into the ground when she flung herself to her death. The delightfully morbid notion took on a life of it’s own and the little piece of embedded pipe grew into legend.” After the ring was finally paved over fans became upset. Because it was such a fun little Easter Egg to find when visiting. So, the Disney Imagineers decided to add an official haunted ring to the ride. The only problem, you have to find it. But, don’t worry Disney cast members are totally happy to help you find the haunted mansion wedding ring!
The matter of which baggage was heavier, the bags under your eyes or your small suitcase, was under constant debate as you groggily checked into the hotel beside the train station. You were too tired to be sad, too tired to think straight as you absentmindedly dialed Sehun’s number before falling asleep.
It only rang once before he picked up.
‘Where are you?’ His voice rang thickly with panic.
Not really proud with how this turned out but I hope it’s still enjoyable? Thank you for requesting! I think this blog needs a little more Jason, Tim and Dick, don’t you agree?
When Jason finally came to, he
realises that he is standing in an open area – nothing seems familiar but at
the very same time, he also can’t shake the feeling of familiarity. He turns
around to assess the situation and it dawns on him that he is just standing
there alone with no one in sight and surrounded by a fog that was ominous and
Jason frowns; what the hell is he
doing here? Wasn’t he just sleeping soundly in his own bed earlier?
He tries to take a step forward but
he can’t. The frown deepens and he looks down, there’s nothing holding him back
yet he can’t move forward. Why does he feel like there’s something holding him
back? Jason tries to step forward and he furrows his eyebrows when he can
finally move his feet. He tries to open his mouth to call for someone, anyone,
and finds that he can’t speak either.
Jason opens and closes his mouth a
few times, growing frustrated with each failed attempt. Why the hell is he not
able to speak? Suddenly he feels anxiety creeping up on him and he’s breathing
faster now. There’s a sudden tug and Jason lurches forward, almost tripping
over his own two feet. He shakes his head and tries to ignore the ominous
feeling but he can’t seem to do anything.
Then suddenly he hears it. That
laughter that sends chills throughout his body. The very same laughter that
caused his heart to race in his chest. The same laughter that caused him
sleepless nights most of the time.
The fog lifts and Jason feels
relieved slightly though it was short lived. Terror seeps in to him when he
sees the familiar silhouette. You’re just standing there, admiring the view
like you normally do – that was just how you were, so carefree and all sunshine
Jason tries to call out your name
but again, he finds out that he can’t speak. His mouth is open and he’s
screaming in his mind but no voice is leaving his mouth. When you finally take
notice of him, Jason has never felt this scared for someone else’s safety.
When Jason is finally able to move
his feet, he is a few seconds too late as you are snatched away, right in front
of him. The laughter is back and it’s ringing now, haunting him. You had let
out a scream – one he didn’t think he would ever want to hear ever again – and the
look of pure terror on your face probably matched his as well.
And just as he’s about to reach
you, something big and green and red swallowed you whole.
“No!” Jason calls out your name and falls to his knees. The laughter
gets louder and closer and then suddenly, everything’s black.
Jason’s eyes shot open in panic and
he sits up, gasping for breath. His heart is beating wildly in his chest and he
knows he is drenched in sweat too. He pushes himself on his elbows and blinks a
couple of times, in confusion when he notices that the space next to him is
empty. Glaring at the blankets that are tangled around his ankles, Jason
roughly rips them off of his ankles.
“What the hell was that dream
about…” He mutters to no one in particular before getting off the bed. His legs
are shaky from the nightmare but Jason has a mission. He wastes no time and
walks over to the door, exiting his bedroom.
Despite the darkness of the
hallway, Jason’s feet led him to the one room he knew he would be able to
slowly feel at ease at and when he opens the door to the library, he lets out
an inaudible sigh. He steps inside and quietly closes the door. Walking towards
the center of the room, he spies a familiar figure lying underneath a blanket
and relief washes over him.
You’re alright and alive.
The sudden relief is probably too
much for him because his knees almost gave out had Jason not decided to sink to
the floor beside the sofa and resting his head near your arm. Several different
scenarios ran through his mind – what if he hadn’t been dreaming? What if he
actually lost you? What was he going to do if he lost you? He lets out a shaky
sigh and one of his hands reaches for you. “Thank fuck.”
“…Jay?” Your slurred voice causes
him to look at you and the sight of you struggling to keep your eyes open and
on him, relieves him a little bit. Jason sits up straighter when you sit up and
let out a small yawn. “What time is it – I must have fallen asleep here.”
Jason nods his head. “It’s way past
midnight.” He whispers quietly and you nod your head before moving aside,
making space for Jason on the sofa. You pat on the space beside you and you
smile when Jason moves from the floor to the sofa beside you.
When Jason finally moves from the
floor to settle beside you, you wrapped your arms around his waist and snuggled
against him. He wraps his arms around you, burying his nose in your hair. He
presses his lips on your temple.
“…Was it a nightmare about me
Jason nods his head, knowing very
well that you already know him too well. He knows even if he had lied to you,
you’d be able to tell immediately. He feels you tightening your arms around him
and pressing a kiss to his chest, right where his heart is. “Can we just talk
about it tomorrow?” He murmurs quietly, he doesn’t really feel like reliving
his dream right away.
“Okay, let’s just sleep and talk
about it tomorrow.” You tell Jason, throwing the blanket over him as well. Jason
hums in response, pulling you closer to him, so much so that you are now on his
lap. He presses a kiss on your forehead and you give him a small smile.
“Love you, Jay.” You yawn as you
make yourself comfortable on him. As you were about to fall in to a deep
slumber, you hear him whispering those words back at you.
companions react to sole survivor's spouse's ghost haunts their ring.
Ever since Sole had given them the ring, strange things have been occurring. A lot of them cant be explained. Could the ring be haunted?
Cait: She came to the conclusion after hearing whispers every time she was alone and objects falling off tables. She eventually got annoyed enough and screamed at it. “I’VE HAD ENOUGH OF YER BULLSHITE! SCREW OFF AND HAUNT SOMEONE ELSE!”
Curie: It took her while to realize the odd occurrences. Instead of being scared, Curie started using different methods of contacting them but had no success.
Danse: He had been woken up by strange noises at the same time for the past 2 weeks. When he started wondering if it was possibly supernatural, he got really freaked out and told Sole his concerns.
Deacon: Having the creative mind he has, He would often try talking to the spirit and called him his “Wingman”. He would even set out drinks and food for it.
Hancock: He didn’t notice any difference. Every time something unexplainable happened, he would either not notice it or think it was a hallucination.
Maccready: Once he realized the possibility of being haunted, he immediately wanted to give the ring back but he didn’t want to hurt Sole’s feelings. One day he made up a excuse for Sole to hold onto the ring and never asked for it back.
Nick: He tried making contact but when he got no response, he would just ignore everything. Occasionally he would make a comment like “Oh, you don’t say,” while hearing strange whispers.
Preston: He tried sucking it up and hiding his fear but after a few nights of no sleep, he told Sole and gave back the ring.
Piper: Piper got so paranoid she wouldn’t even change clothes in fear of the spirit watching. Sole eventually noticed something was wrong and got a confession from her.
X6-88: He didn’t give two shits. The only time he’d be on edge is if the spirit was capable of hurting him.
Summary: You’re a mutant with the power of dimensional, spatial and time manipulation, meaning you can travel to and from dimensions, spaces and different times with ease. But one day, when you’re coming back from a particularly long mission, you brought something back that should never have come with you in the first place.
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything that Marvel has created and I certainly don’t own Sebastian Stan.
Warnings: Nothing major, angst and some fluff.
40′s!Bucky x Present!Bucky x Reader
Third Person POV:
“Is there anything we can do?” Steve quietly asked, looking over to Bucky with his arms crossed over his broad chest.
“She’s in pain, Steve, she’s grieving over the loss of him. I went into her room to bring in her breakfast and she started to cry, I can’t get near her.” Bucky sighed, looking toward Y/N longingly. “I can keep it up, for her, until she feels better.” With a sigh, he walked away from the entertainment area, to the training area, to get some exercises in.
Oh god, I just started thinking of what Axeswap would be like, Muffet would kill herself for eating her pet and spiders, Grillby would send "Embers" to Scavenge across Hotland, Nicecream Guy would be called The Ear after Adding skins to his ears... I should stop myself now.
B- The Floweys act like mimics, flowers that smell so good that they draw in prey close only to swarm out of the ground to consume the unfortunate beast. Aaron sits upon his pedestal posing and flexing seductively as another monster falls into his traps. Alphys stalks Hotland with single-minded fervor, dragging her axe behind her and wearing a scrap of Undyne’s lab coat as a headband.
Dogamy has lost his mind, howling for his lost mate. Ice Wolf consumes all in his path. Nice Cream Guy rules the forest with iron will. Lesser Dog creates grotesque works of art from his unfortunate victims, totems and warnings to those that encroach on his land.
Napstabot’s song haunts the Core, ringing through the halls in disturbing, repetitive, glitching insanity. Hapstablook haunts the Ruins, tragically alone and forever in mourning. Temmie, giant, bloated, rotten thing she has become, strikes from the shadows, whispering to herself and cackling endlessly.
Sans, lost to his dementia and obsession with his lost past. Papyrus, trying to take care of Sans, Aliza, and himself the best he can while mourning his own deceased lover. Aliza, resentful of her crazed father and apathetic uncle, too young to understand the kind of loss they both have suffered.
That’s legitimately the cuddliest
description I’ve ever heard of the Noble Circle of Horrorterrors,
Guardians of the Furthest Ring, who haunt the shadows and turn men’s
minds to madness with a single questing touch of their inky