horrors of running in the dark

Station to Station is now casting!

Update: Auditions for Station to Station have now closed! Thanks for your interest. Callbacks will run March 4 to March 14.

Station to Station is an upcoming podcast from the Procyon Podcast Network. It was created by Alex Yun (@stardust-rain), co-written and co-produced with Andrea Klassen (@thischarmingand).

This is a sci-fi mystery/horror about a science project with dark secrets, a biochemist with melancholic tendencies, and the mysterious notes of a lost scientist, set on research cruise many miles away from land. Also featuring: corporate espionage, loss, morality, and close encounters of the eldritch kind. 


1) You must be over 18 by the time auditions close (March 1st). No if, no buts. No “but I’m almost 18!!”. This is a Procyon-wide policy that we will not budge on. 

2) Upload your audition file. We prefer Dropbox or Google Drive, but any hosting site is fine. Please name your file Character Name [Your Name]. Please also state your name before reading. 

3) Fill in this Google Form. (Now closed) Note that we don’t require you to have professional setup to do this - that’s what our Kickstarter is for! Once recording starts, we’ll provide professional mics if you don’t have your own. 

If Google is not accessible where you live, you’re also welcome to email us at station2station@procyonpodcasts.com (but only if Google isn’t accessible, please use the Google Form otherwise). 

Auditions will run from Feb 15th to March 1st. Callbacks will be from March 4nd to March 10th.

You can audition for more than one role. 

This is a paid gig. You’ll be paid $15/hr (or the equivalent in whichever currency you use) for each hour of recording. For now, the rehearsal time will not be paid. 

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anonymous asked:

Okay, so here I am, an innocent lurker, having just found this blog, when I see: "what if the skywalkers were cthulu-type monsters." excuse me??? please elaborate you just wrote that and nothing else im dying ex p la i n y o ur s el f

  • The Force is everything that ever was and ever will be, every storm and every silence, the hunting krayk dragon and cowering bantha calf: it is huge, all-consuming, completely inhuman. How, then, could its children be anything short of monstrous? (Wonders, yes. But monsters all the same.)
  • Anakin Skywalker is boy-shaped, but Obi Wan cannot bear to look at him. 
  • A clarification: he can look at him with his human eyes; but he must clamp down the extra eyes his Force-sensitivity gives him, because when he doesn’t – well. The first time he met the boy he hadn’t closed those eyes; he’d open them, wide and curious and seen –
    • teeth and claws and roiling shadows, a slipslide of features and starfire, the white blur of warpspeed and it hurts –
  • Anakin Skywalker is the son of the Force, half human and half something extraordinary. There’s a reason the Jedi don’t like him, why Yoda mistrusts him; they all have to close their extra eyes around him; and even when they’re white-knuckled with effort, clamping down so the Force can’t so much as whisper to them (and that hurts Jedi, of course it does, it runs counter to all their training about opening up and trusting in the Force) and even then they still feel the velvet quiver of unseen limbs over their skin. 
  • And more. And worse. When he is angry – which is often – his shadow warps into something awful, and even the least Force-sensitive being quails at the profound wrongness of the sight. His features warp and melt, teeth spiralling out from his pupils, his mouth cracks open wide, his tongue growing scales and feathers and catching fire and he smiles, oh how he smiles and –
    • nothing like him should exist and
    • and you blink, lose the moment, he’s just a young man glowering at you, and his shadow is the same, but the memory of that horror is seared into the back of your brain.
  • It is no surprise that Padme dies in childbed. 
  • The first child’s cry makes Obi Wan’s bones rattle. It – you could not call it anything but an it – is a twisting, squirming mess of light and dark. There’s a wing, a thorned branch: you cannot focus on it. You cannot pin a shape to it. Obi Wan wants to run away, run and never look back. But the Med Droid is offering it to him; and it is a child, of a sort; and Obi Wan takes it, and it coalesces into a soft pink baby girl. He places it – her – against Padme’s white breast. Padme cradles it. “She’s beautiful.”
  • The second is just the same: pushed out like any human baby, but a roling mess of lightening and thick syrupy cloud, one moment tentacled and the next furred, pure power condensed. Obi Wan takes it in his arms and it solidifies into another fat baby, small and squalling. 
  • He’s not like the other babies, Luke Skywalker. He’s a funny one. When he smiles, you have the sudden absurd impulse that he’s got too many teeth for his face. His hair is corn-gold, but when you see it out of the corner of your eye you swear that it isn’t hair at all, but fire and teeth. Looking at him too long is like staring into the sun. 
  • The other children are scared of him, Behu says to Owen, once. And Owen says: children always know. And Behu says: he isn’t a bad kid. Owen says: he’s a wonder. And that’s the problem. 
  • Jabba’s goons go to the Lars farm to collect water once. Only once. They return to Jabba’s palace gibbering nonsense, with their eyes burned out. Both mumble something about there’s something wrong with the boy and then jump into the ragnar pit. 
  • Don’t do that again, says Owen, but he hugs his nephew all the same, pulls him close, kisses his temple. He feels something hot-cold run over his spine, like something far larger than the child is trying to embrace him back. That night, Behu runs her fingers over the new white scartissue on her husband’s back, and says, he’s a good kid. Owen says, I know.
  • If I was there I could have saved them, Luke says to Ben Kenobi, years later, and in that moment he has a thousand thousand eyes and all of them are burning, and he has no limbs but a dozen wings bearing him aloft, and each feather is molten gold and each feather drips blood. Ben thinks of Anakin, screws his Force-sensitivity closed. Luke is a monster. A wonder. But first and foremost he is a boy, and he is grieving. 
    • Ben Kenobi holds him while he weeps. 
  • When Leia comes, she turns into a celestial horror with more teeth than Han cares to count. “Huh,” he says, after their first time. She’s so little in his arms, but so vast. He feels something gentle his back. He says, “Next time, I’ll wear a blindfold, princess. Don’t want to blind me, do you? Then I won’t be able to see when you’re doing stupid shit.” She titters, presses her face into the curve of his neck. 
    • Love comes to everyone, including monsters. 

Mark the dates on your calendars folks! Soukoku Week will run again this year, from June 26-July 2, 2017!

The Prompts

  • Day 1 – Sartorialism / 「Ah, heart, that believes in others more than itself」 – Sheep Song
  • Day 2 – Spring / 「That’s what being a partner means, right?」 – Dazai Osamu, Chapter 11
  • Day 3 – Historical AU / 「Your goody two-shoes act also puts me off.」 – Nakahara Chuuya, Chapter 31
  • Day 4 – Memento Mori / 「Once again, I chase my wish that slips through」 – Eien Misui Ni Good Bye
  • Day 5 – Horror AU / 「I’ll push myself to the limit and dye everything jet-black」 – DARKNESS MY SORROW
  • Day 6 – Inspirations from Real Life Authors / 「In my case, such an expression as ‘to be fallen for’ or even ‘to be loved’ is not in the least appropriate; perhaps it describes the situation more accurately to say that I was 'looked after’.」 – No Longer Human
  • Day 7 – Free Day

We would like to thank @malchikelf and @txintedsorrow for giving suggestions for Days 1 and 3.

General Rules & Guidelines

  • All submissions must be tagged with #soukokuweek. Please include what day and theme(s) your work is about within the post.
  • Other characters/pairings may be included, but soukoku must be the focus.
  • Any form of media is acceptable as long as it’s your own creation. This includes but is not limited to: fanart, fanfiction, graphics, metas, cosplay, AMVs, etc. Any reposted or edited work that is not yours (sourced or unsourced) will not be published.
  • Triggering and/or suggestive material is acceptable. However, please be aware that: 1.) NSFW art/graphics will need appropriate tags and warnings; and 2.) In addition to tags and warnings about the nature of the post, fanfictions/metas must also be put under a READ MORE.
  • Feel free to be as liberal with the given prompts as you wish; there are no wrong interpretations!
  • We will reblog all works tagged in #soukokuweek until one week after the conclusion of the event. You can also tag us with your posts or submit through the blog!

Still feeling lost? Don’t be shy to shoot an ask for any questions you may have! In the meantime, you can help spread the word by liking and/or reblogging this post and following this blog if you haven’t yet.

See you soon!

Shared Pain || Bucky Barnes x Reader [[soulmate au]]

[prompt: soulmate au where you and your soulmate share each other’s pain]

i’ve found a loophole with my laptop and am able to type my stories in my email drafts ;w; it’s a pain to do it, but….it makes it hella easier for me to write without wearing out my thumbs and making typos.

there’s going to be two versions of this story/prompt with two different characters. the first one (this one) will be a bucky barnes x reader while the second one will be a peter parker x reader.

consider this a late birthday fic for bucky barnes as I try to get used to writing for him ;w;

that being said, lets delve into this first story shall we?

warnings: none

permanent tags: @psychicwitchphilosopher

**don’t repost/plagiarize this story. reblogs are fine**


You didn’t think you had a soulmate because you seldom felt any pain that didn’t originate from your own personal mishaps. If you did have a soulmate, then perhaps he was someone who wasn’t clumsy and had a high tolerance for pain.

But you highly doubted the existence of such a perfect being. After all, everyone could feel pain.

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Even (Bucky x reader)

Good evening, sinners! On this week’s edition of Smut Saturday, I decided to go with a request that I got a while ago. It’s our dear Bucky Barnes. I hope you enjoy and have fun reading! I love you guys. xoxo

I hope you enjoy anon, wherever you may be. 

Request:  Heyyy can u do a Bucky Barnes x reader were they get a fight and the reader hits him on his private parts…Bucky trembles down right there but he stats acting weird (just to scare the reader) he behaves like he turned into the winter soldier mode and chases the reader like a hungry lion. The reader keeps screaming and Bucky can’t hold his laughter, so when he captures her…you know end it up with smuttttttt

Warnings: Cursing, oral sex (reader receiving), metal arm kink


“What the hell did I do?” You and Bucky had just walked through the front door, your back turned to him as you heard it slam shut. 

“You were flirting with him, that’s what!” He stormed off down the hall towards the bedroom, his face red with jealousy and anger. You two had gone to a club and some wasted guy came up to you and started flirting. He was drunk for crying out loud, and you were sober, so you thought nothing bad would happen. You played along with him, flirting back, watching the tipsy man make a fool of himself. 

“He was drunk! I was sober! I wasn’t actually flirting with him, Buck.” You followed him, your feet pounding down the hallway. “I was getting a laugh out of it, come on. You know I’m not that type of person.” Hurt was in your eyes. You loved Bucky, but sometimes he got jealous and you didn’t know whether or not he trusted you. You always wondered if he actually thought you would do that to him, if you would really hurt him that badly. He was pacing around the room, his arms crossed over his chest, silent. When you realized he wasn’t planning on saying anything soon, you moved from your spot against the door frame, and plopped yourself on the edge of the bed. 

“You understand that we’re not going to get anywhere if you don’t talk, right?” The annoyance could be detected in your voice, and still, you got no response. “James Buchanan Barnes, I swear to god, if you don’t say something I’m going to-” 

You were cut off by a pained groan from Bucky. As you were going off on him, you had been flinging your arms around at an attempt to emphasize your point. And by doing so, you accidentally backhanded his crotch as he paced past you. 

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Jay Z and Beyoncé, photographed for their “On The Run Tour” commemorative book by Mason Poole in 2014.

Hov is wearing a BLK DNM “In the Dust of this Planet” leather jacket ($499), created in collaboration with Icelandic artist Gardar Eide Einarsonn. The wording on the jacket comes from the title of the 2011 book In the Dust of this Planet by professor Eugene Thacker. In it, Thacker explores the idea of the “unthinkable world” as represented in the horror fiction genre, the philosophies of pessimism and nihilism, and the apophatic (“darkness”) mysticism traditions. On choosing the jacket for Hov, his personal stylist June Ambrose would tell NPR’s “Radiolab” that a costume “is like a conversation.” That conversation, as visualized on Hov’s back, was that this man, a “sovereign,” had the world on his back and acted as if he was completely unaware or “didn’t care.” This unbothered attitude is in line with the philosophy of nihilism, which is the belief that life is meaningless and one therefore can reject all moral and religious principles.

The Road to Redemption: Arrow 5x11 Review (Second Chances)

Arrow introduced Tina Boland tonight, the new BC, and while we didn’t hit a lot of thematic new ground with her character, they set up an interesting juxtaposition between her, Oliver, Felicity and the road one takes to redemption.

My reference to the three characters in no  way means that I see a love triangle. Sometimes I’m gonna have to write their names all together in a sentence. 

Let’s dig in…

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Pairing: Wonho | Shin Hoseok X Reader

Genre: Fluff (with some smutty undertones because come on, it’s Won-hoe)

Word Count: 1.7K

Note: I’ve been dying because of this boi and his dumb face and his dumb lisp (like it’s so prominent in Beautiful that I can’t even ignore it anymore T_T)

Originally posted by lostinmonstax

It’s dark outside by the time your boyfriend slips through the door, and you jump to your feet, catching him by surprise when you fling yourself at him.

He’s warm and solid under your fingers, and you whisper, “I missed you.”

The door shuts behind him with a soft click, and it doesn’t take long for his strong arms to wrap around your waist, a comforting weight resting against your skin.

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Scary Movies- Erik x Reader

Request: One where the reader watched a scary movie at night so she can’t sleep and is walking around the mansion and bumps into magneto and freaks out And then fluffy stuff.

Originally posted by kate-valdes

You were wandering the quiet halls of the mansion, trying not to jump at every tiny sound you heard, but in reality you were beyond scared. You knew it was a bad idea to watch a horror movie alone, but you were running out of options on Netflix and decided you could handle it. Big mistake. After trying to unsuccessfully fall asleep, basically you laying in your well lit room, huddled under a mass of blankets, unable to stand in the dark all alone, you had resorted to walking through the mansion hallways. 

You heard an unusually loud creak in the floor boards and were suddenly over come with panic. 

“Who’s there?” You whispered into the darkness. You balled your hands into fists at your sides in anticipation. Then, a figure appeared from around the corner.

“(Y/N)?” They said questioningly.

“Erik?” You replied, able to make out the subtle characteristics of his face now that his was closer to you.

“What are you doing, it’s almost three in the morning.” He raised an eyebrow at you, clearly doubting if you were okay or not. You couldn’t blame him though, your hair was a mess from tossing and turning in your bed and your pink fuzzy polka-dot pajama pants didn’t exactly scream sexy.

“What are you doing up?” You both said at the same time and then laughed.

“Horror movie.” You shrugged.

“Just couldn’t sleep.” Erik replied. You stood for a moment in silence, shuffling your feet a bit before Erik spoke again. “I could make us some hot chocolate, if you want some.” He smiled, his eyes shinning in the dim light.

“Nothing sounds better.” You grinned back. Suddenly, the wind picked up outside, creating a god awful howling sound. You practically jumped out of your skin, grabbing onto Erik tightly.  

“(Y/N), your okay.” He laughed and moved his arm to adjust it securely around your shoulders. “It’s just to wind.”

“I know, I know.” You worked to slow your breathing a bit. “Sorry.” You muttered, realizing you were still holding on to him. You were thankful he couldn’t see the blush creeping up your cheeks.

“It’s alright.” He replied genuinely. You made your way to the kitchen together, staying close to him, mostly because he helped to calm you down, even though he laughed every time you jumped at another noise.

anonymous asked:

dark/horror fairy au's??? oh my gosh

  • “Let go of my arm! I had no choice! I had to bring the faeries a sacrifice or they would drag me into their world! I’m sorry but this is the way that it has to be!” AU
  • While walking home one night, Character A looks down at their phone for just a second, but when they look up the familiar street around them has melted into a strange, eldritch parody of itself. Scared and confused, Character A watches in horror as a figure detaches themself from the shadows and makes their way over to Character A. The figure is terrifying – beautiful to the point where they frighten Character A – and they explain that Character A has accidentally wandered into a fairy’s territory and that they’ll need to pay a toll/solve a riddle/outsmart the fairy in a game/etc. in order to get back home.
  • “You’ve made a very bad choice, human. Don’t you know if you eat any food when you’re in fairyland then you’re here forever?” AU
  • After making a deal with Character B, a fairy, Character A has been working for years to pay off their debt. Character A has learned to curb their screams whenever they’re approached by fairies – the hollow eyes and abnormally skeletal bodies never stop terrifying Character A – but lately the fairies have been restless, and Character A thinks it might be time of the year where they begin looking for human sacrifices again.
  • Character A is a fairy that was born with a certain knack for glamour magic. Where most fairies can make themselves appear human, they still have an air of unsettling alienness that tends to unnerve humans. Character A can pass with ease, and they use this to their advantage to lure humans into fairyland. One night, while toying with humans at a popular club, they run into Character B, a human that can see straight through Character A’s glamour and sees their true form.
  • “My eyes? Funny story. I used to think I was crazy because I kept seeing things that weren’t there, but it turns out that I had the sight…’had’ being the key word here. I saw a fairy’s true form and they replaced my eyes with gems/flowers/sea glass/etc.” AU
Happy Birthday Tim Curry!!!

Today, April 19th, marks the 71st birthday of the one, the only, TIM CURRY!

The Rocky Horror fandom knows him best as the deliciously demented Dr. Frank-n-Furter, of course…

But Mr. Curry’s body of work goes far beyond that. Over nearly five decades(!) of acting, he has portrayed the Bard of Avon, Will Shakespeare

Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart in the original Broadway run of Amadeus

Miss Hannigan’s dashing but dastardly brother Rooster in Annie

The Pirate King in the 1982 West End production of The Pirates of Penzance

The demonic Darkness of Legend

The butler, Wadsworth, from that board-game-come-to-life Clue

The Grand Wizard in the film-length meme that is The Worst Witch (and yes, Tim, we all want to see your *ahem* “tambourine”)…

Steven King’s carnivorous clown Pennywise, causing generations of horror fans to develop coulrophobia (Beep Beep, Richie!)…

Ferngully’s Hexxus, whose slimy, seductive song “Toxic Love” gave 90′s kids of all genders very confusing feelings for an animated smog-monster…

The smarmy, sycophantic Concierge in Home Alone 2

The conniving Cardinal Richelieu, the Three Musketeers’ powerful foe…

The entire creepy-ass Brackett family in the Tales from the Crypt episode “Death of Some Salesmen”…

Ariel’s oddly muscular antagonist, the Evil Manta, from The Little Mermaid TV series…

The Pebble and the Penguin’s devious Drake (once again, why on earth is a penguin that buff?)…

The infamous Long John Silver, complete with Muppet crew (and a smouldering past romance with Miss Piggy)…

King Chicken in the strange, crass adult cartoon Duckman…

The patriarch of that beloved creepy, kooky family, Gomez Addams

The bumbling wildlife expert (and father of 1,000 smashing memes) Nigel Thornberry

Ben Ravencroft, a horror writer with a mysterious past in Scooby-Doo and the Witch’s Ghost

The greedy Ebenezer Scrooge in Madison Square Garden’s 2001 Christmas Carol (as well as a number of other Christmas Carol projects, including voicing an animated Scrooge in 1997, recording an audiobook, and even participating in a Sesame Street version!)…

King Arthur in the original run of Monty Python’s Broadway blockbuster Spamalot…

Prince, Garfield’s royal doppelgänger… 

Chancellor Palpatine in Star Wars: The Clone Wars

The ominous Auntie Whispers in Over the Garden Wall

…and did the Time Warp again in 2016 as the Criminologist in FOX’s totally unnecessary remake of The Rocky Horror Picture Show.

And that’s just a tiny selection of roles from his huge body of work! (I should know: I spent literal hours combing his résumé for this post.) Mr. Curry is a true jack-of-all-trades talent—from stage and screen, to audiobooks and voice work for animated features and video games; he even released several albums as a solo musician!

For almost half a century, Timothy James Curry has inspired the weirdos, the queer kids, the theater geeks, and the freaks of the world. His life shows them—shows us—that being ourselves will pay off in the long run, no matter how much we are told that we have to “learn to fit in” and “be normal, for god’s sake.”

Mr. Curry, you are a motherfucking hero, and for that, we honour you. Here’s hoping you are healthy and happy, today and for many birthdays yet to come.

So everyone join me in a rousing chorus of a song even the virgins will know!

Wrapped Around; pt. 2.5

Jimin x Reader x Tae // College!AU // 3990 words

Originally posted by bangtannoonas

Summary: Freshman year was a mess and sophomore year doesn’t seem to be looking too good either. You know boys like them are no good for you but maybe they’re just your kind of type

Genre: Fluff, Smut

A/N: wow I’m so bad at updating, I’m so sorry ahahah. This is a small portion bc I needed to split up what I’ve already written and I’m not sure when I’ll finish the actual part 3 bc I have mid-terms next week! I feel super bad for making y’all wait so… this is roughly (4000/11000 words i’ve written). It ain’t much but ya know don’t hate me pls haha.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3


You run your hands up and down your neck in horror as you see matching dark marks on your neck. What are these? Who did this? Just what the fuck happened last night? Did fucking Jimin— Son of a bitch.

You run to your door, pulling it open hurriedly just so you can catch him but Jimin had made a quick escape.

You slam the door shut, searching instead for your phone. You call him once, twice and he doesn’t pick up… which is odd since he’s practically glued to his phone like all the time. You let out an annoyed groan and settled on texting him instead, fingers furiously tapping at the screen as you typed out your message.

[1:09] You: Jimin what the fuck happened last night?

[1:09] You: how am I even going to hide these marks?

[1:09] You: why couldn’t you just keep your nasty mouth to yourself?

[1:10] You: answer me asshole

[1:10] You: I know you’re reading these

[1:10] You: you’re on your damn phone all the time when we’re doing the quizzes

You wait 5, 10, 15 minutes and there’s still no reply. You go to the bathroom for a quick shower and run to your phone immediately after getting dressed and still no reply. You examine the marks once again and you rest your head on the wall, grumbling at yourself for having too much alcohol the night before.

Even with a scarf, you couldn’t cover the marks that ran all the way to your jawline. You apply a generous amount of foundation and concealer, hoping to hide the petals of blue and purple but you could still see a hint of colour even after slathering on what seems like almost half the bottle of foundation onto your neck. Frustrated, you simply shove the last of your belongings into your bag and make your way to the library.

The throbbing headache you had made it very difficult for you to concentrate on the books you had in front of you. Despite sleeping till 1 pm, you still felt exhausted and you promise yourself to never have that much alcohol again. You sigh, this was starting to sound like what you used to tell yourself every week last semester.

After finishing the last section of your lab report, you allow yourself to take a quick 20-minute nap because honestly you could barely keep your eyes open anyway. You check your phone again, you’re still waiting on Jimin’s reply but your lock screen still comes up blank. Placing your phone to the side, you sink down comfortably into your chair and rest your head on your arms. You will your mind to remember the events of last night but the moment you shut your eyes, you simply drift to sleep.

Your night comes back to you in the form of tiny flashes, simple snippets, each one making you regret the night more and more. The short flashbacks are not in order and it isn’t enough for you to build a coherent timeline of what was your exciting Friday night but they were truly enough to make you feel like flinging yourself across the room.

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Dark Chocolate|2|M

Originally posted by ngocanne

Pairing: Reader x Jung Hoseok 

Genre: Smut, minor fluff and angst. 

Words: 6,190

Warnings: Slight Dom/Sub, orgasm denial, overstimulation. 

A/n: Wow this took me awhile to finally write! I hope you like this part as much as the last. Hopefully, it will quench your thirst~

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anonymous asked:

Who is this Samauri Jack, and where can I find him? (In other words, I have never heard of this show (it is a show, right?) and would appreciate it if you could direct me to a place where I can view it, the introduce myself to a new fandom hell.)

Well… I suppose I could…

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