my body is a haunted house

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Sheaf Hill - TheIntelligentHufflepuff - Captain America (Movies) [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Captain America (Movies)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Relationships: James “Bucky” Barnes/Steve Rogers
Characters: James “Bucky” Barnes, Steve Rogers
Additional Tags: Body Horror, Past Child Death, Action, Canon Compliant, England (Country)
Summary:

The locals say the site is haunted. They don’t believe it, until they do.


My submission for @stuckyscarybang based on the prompt by @araniaart

Canon-complaint or divergent: Steve & Bucky explore a purportedly haunted house, not really thinking that there is credit to the stories. But things turn serious when reality grows fuzzy around the edges and the past and present (and/or future?) commingle as the influence of the house gets into their heads… 

1. Last year the doctor told me that this kind of sadness is inherited. That they have discovered that sometimes it skips a generation. That the darkness inside me did not grow from nowhere it came from somewhere. I thought to myself, that there is a reason why I have always thought my heart was an attic where I hid pieces of myself. Pieces no one ever wanted.

2. The first boy I ever chose to show this sadness to decided to take it from my attic heart and planted it inside my soul instead. It was easy for him. My soul was a garden I showed him too soon. And he decided that meant he was allowed to take anything he wanted to.

3. Every man who has dared to love me since, has stared at this dark ivy covered soul like it is a haunted house, and I have never tried to explain the thing I have always known. Because men do not have to learn how to open their own selves and lock themselves up again. They are taught to be themselves and the world will accept them better that way. We are taught to break our bodies to be loved. We are taught to confuse sex and love.

4. I knew a girl whose father left her and she took all of her love for him and ate it to comfort herself. People joked how she lived in the kitchen. No one saw her tears when she ate.

5. A friend once told me that she locked herself inside the closet when her parents fought because her father beat her mother and she wished herself into the wood, just so she knew what it was like to be an inanimate object that couldn’t hear or feel anything.

6. My mother told me, that it is the way of the world for girls to grow into women by locking secrets inside themselves. Till now I still imagine every woman I have ever met as a big beautiful house. Full of secret rooms, hiding places, once filled with innocent laughter and joy. Now slightly sad and forgotten because of all those lost places inside them full of secrets.

—  Nikita Gill, The House Inside Her

Red days are when the wolves howl all night and in the morning the birds return with torn out feathers. The days are filled with ambulance sirens. My hair is on fire. Everything moves in slow motion. The flames, the heat, my body soaked in kerosene. The screams in the distance. The monster in the corner, gawking. The stripped birds. And then: the wolves. 

Blue days are heavy and I spend them speaking in spiderwebs. My reflection is clouded and the air is always too humid. The world does anything it can to make my bones weigh me down. My hands, a noose. My head, a haunted house. My heart, turned into a stress ball for when you needed it most.

Green days are spent wondering if it was painful when the sky had stars sewn into it. Wondering if the pain was worth it. Cactus spines stuck underneath skin when you try to drink the water. I am walking the precipice, one foot in the real world and one stuck in dreams. I am an inventor these days, writing fables for a childhood I can’t remember.

Purple days are murky and the owls have dangerous omens. I am on the tightrope. I am living out my childhood dream of being a ballerina. I am the circus act. I am the caged bird. I am spinning on my axis. The bystanders hold a collective breath. They are, after all, just paying for a pretty show. They don’t care about what comes after the fall.

Yellow days are a safe haze, coating my hands in syrup. My blood stays on the inside of my body. My skin actually does its job. Everything is safe and sultry. There is lemonade without sugar. There is your messy mouth again. Everything moves in reverse. There is my candy necklace. There are the sunflowers. There is the sunset we named after us.

Pink days are sunrises and fairy floss. I write about flowers and paint my face in watercolors. There are sugar angels on the counters. The spice containers are overfilling. I am happy and whole. I am kinetic energy and the explosion that comes with. I am rosy cheeked, and roses growing from my wrists. There is no pain. There is only the beauty I’ve torn myself apart to create. I am on the edge of a cliff. I have my wings. When I jump, I am a bird set free.

—  Color Coordinated Days, Angelea Lowes
Signs as Gayle quotes
  • Aries: We're not gonna continue this conversation until you put some makeup on so I don't think I'm talking to Howard Stern.
  • Taurus: Today you look like a storyteller and I can't stand it.
  • Gemini: If you promise me you will take the photo with the scraps of my body, then I promise you my ghost will not haunt you from the afterlife.
  • Cancer: Every second you spend smiling like that, the value of this house is depreciating.
  • Leo: Cool, Ira, I hear what you're saying, but try not to talk, you sound like a lizard.
  • Virgo: You're Greek and I want you out of here.
  • Libra: If you mention my coupon stockade again in broad daylight, I'mma roast you like a pepper. I mean that. I mean every word of that.
  • Scorpio: So you're telling me that you leave your shoes, your muddy shoes on in this house and you leave the Swiffer wet cloths open? So what you're telling me when you're doing this is: why don't we just have a pig in the house?
  • Sagittarius: You've got a face of a Peeping Tom! You've got no lips. You have skin that turns into a mouth. You've got curious nose.
  • Capricorn: One day I saw a racoon so big, it looked like it had opinions.
  • Aquarius: It's time for me to assassinate Bonnie with my legs.
  • Pisces: In birthing classes they don't tell you that one day your progeny may develop sexual feelings for a lizard.
The Virus

Admirals Log 1, My first engagement as an Admiral with the race known as Hooman has ended in our utter defeat, we exited hyperspace right on top of them and they reacted as if they knew we were coming. Are these creatures just super fast or can they see the future? We retreated to Elixal Prime but my few remaining ships will not be enough to hold them off for long. I have already began evacuation but there are not enough ships, they will be here soon,

Admirals Log 5, Elixal Prime is lost, the moment the first of their hive ships arrived we had to abandon any hope of rescuing the population. I can only imagine what horrors they will face. We heard their screams over the com as we left.

Admirals log 29 the Hoomans have conquered half the galaxy and there are too few of the surviving races with the ships to even try and stop them. Some are talking about surrender. How could we? These creatures are so deadly that even one setting foot on a planet spells disaster as if their whole body was made to house millions of viruses. My old friend was touched by one once, I’ll never forget what happened to him. His skin burned and fell off he bled form every part of his body, his screams, they still haunt me.

Admiral’s log 87, We’ve lost, our final stand began an hour ago, 3 thousand ships gone, in an hour!!! How could such a race even exist? I sit here reading reports of what their world is like, no wonder they turned out like they did out of all t he worlds in the galaxy this one has to be the most hostile one. I’m not going down without a fight though.

Admiral Efre grabbed his rifle and locked his log in the hopes that it might be found by someone who could read it and remember the struggle the galaxy went through. Perhaps in a couple of millennia when the Hoomans have died out. The Hoomans were cutting through the door now, his soldiers all got to their feet and readied their rifles. The pride he felt for them, even in their final moments they were defiant, even though there was nothing and no one left to save.

The door blasts open and we open fire, like before the Hoomans shrug off our shots like they were pebbles, a few go down but it doesnt stop the others. The run into us and…and? They’re not killing us By the Maker they want us alive! Are they going to eat us? One grabs me with its gloved hand and forces me to my knees alongside my soldiers and another enters like the others of it’s kind inside a sealed suit. It lowers itself to look me in the eye and raising a visor to show it’s face.

They’re disgusting, their faces…the proportions are all wrong and only two eyes? How could they see so well with only two eyes? The nose is pitiful in size I can only imagine how strong it was. And the skin, it looks wet like oil, is it acid?

Finally it speaks and the words put the chill of death into me.

“We were only trying to say hello”

Moonlight Reign (Ch. 1)

A/N: Okay, my first series (since Snowfall All Year is only a two parter I need to finish) I’ve been wanting to write a mafia!au for the longest time, and I am crazy late on the trend but fuck it. Hope y’all enjoy and give me some love!

Originally posted by myjaebutt

Pairing: Mafia boss! Yoongi x reader (hopefully it’ll stay that way)

Word count: 2.7k

Genre: Angst, fluff, maybe some smut

Summary: Some things in this world are dangerous, and you, him, and the world you once lived in that now belongs to him are just some of many you can’t be free from, but do you even want to be?


“It’s time to go now, y/n.” 

1, 2, 3, 4

“Five years after the fall of the underground power family, Moon Corporation, people still suspect an even more powerful company has taken their place since…”

1, 2, 3, 4

“The color red doesn’t suit this house well.”

1, 2, 3, 4

“The exposure beheld more answers than questions, but on the five-year anniversary of the suicidal explosion that killed the head, Mun Byungyeol and his daughter, the, as ordered to remain anonymous, green haired 13 year old. Colleagues mourn in secret and establishments fear an anniversary heist…”

1, 2, 3, 4

“Locals have several theories on the big conglomerate that now controls Seoul’s business, underground and above, with mafias and gangs running rampant, people fear the government is under their thumb as well…”

1, 2-

You inhaled deeply, as if just surfacing from the drowning body of water residing in your brain. Your fingers stilled from the tapping, a  desperate attempt to make you surface, a sorry technique therapy drilled into you.

Four was too perfect of a number for such an ugly world, a world you had to feign blind to now.

Your palms retracted from their firm placement on the wall you leaned on, relaxing you. Releasing your slightly curled fingers, you stifled a laugh at the desperate attempt to grasp onto something. 

Your little episode was finished as you settled your mind with the news continuing to drone on. Looking at the time, you decided it was time to get ready for your study session with Jungkook. 

Jungkook was a guy in the same university as you, he was older, but you were a year ahead, so you were in the same class. He was your neighbor in this adequate apartment complex that you kept via a crappy waitressing job. He was the regular party boy always at clubs and coming home at ungodly hours of the night. 

You weren’t exactly a social butterfly, so if you found one friend in Jungkook, you figured it wouldn’t be such a crime.

You faced the mirror, patting down your hair, “The green didn’t suit me well at all,” You mused, fixing your natural shade of hair, “Although the forest green was a nice shade on my skin.”

After gathering your study material, Jungkook knocked on your door and you studied like usual. He would always get distracted halfway through, though.“Why do you still have the news on?” 

You looked at the TV and shrugged.

“I guess I forgot,” You spoke, “Now what did you think this-”

“Mafias and gangs…” He mused, “Aren’t they the same?”

The pencil in your hand stilled. Absolutely not. Gangs were pawns, the mafias in this world were the players. As a little girl, that was the first thing you had learned, how to play chess outside a casual park bench, how to play chess crushing people in your hands as you moved them.

“Like I care.”

“You aren’t scared of these guys at all?”

“Failing class is scary, that,” You gestured to the TV, “Is a cheap haunted house in comparison to the hell of getting a D for my semester grade.”

Jungkook stifled a laugh, “I’m thanking every divine being if I pass, but it’s worth it as opposed to only studying and working.”

You rolled your eyes, “Sorry I’m not a child of the night.” Not anymore, at least.

—-

A few days later exams went well for you, and you finished your semester and had a solid two months off. All was well and it was peaceful in the dead of night.Too bad your body rejected sleep.This week was a big week.

////

“Dad?” You whimpered as a strong hand patted your head to calm you, or soften the blow of what’s to come, “Tell me you didn’t.”

Mun Byungyeol was a rough man who took you in as a young child. His men killed your parents for revenge and a nearly-dead 3-year-old suffering from starvation and cigarette burns was found at the scene. Initially resistant to your arrival, he got right to training you to be the heiress to replace the heir he never received.

He may have been rough, but he was a caring dad, even if you had never been his priority.

Not unless you could be used as currency.

“Y/n, it’s time for us to go,” He sighed, “I let this greed consume me, and I’m afraid it’s begun eating me alive now.”

Your mind couldn’t comprehend his words. The news was drowning out the comfort he attempted to give you. “…such evidence is linking the Moon Corporation to heinous mafia activities painting them as a possible syndicate, but no arrests have been made or criminal investigation on Mun Byungyeol himself, but many workers are being targeted due to possible involvement…”

Everything was dying. All your training was never for anything but fuel for his greed. You should be angry, shocked, appalled, but you weren’t. He’s been cashing out for so long on the blood of his family and foes that you didn’t even flinch when he said it. You did, however, flinch when the whole world highlighted it.

“If I just cash out and retire, we could never live in peace,” He shook his head as he switched off the TV, “But Uncle Byungjoo has a plan that I think might just work, but you and I won’t meet for a few years-”

He was going to abandon it. Cash out one last time, and leave. You were too surprised, you had put an inkling of faith in his heart to love this empire, like a fool. Your eyes widened at the notion of him abandoning you too. All you knew was his presence. All you knew were your father figures, “But the empire-”

“We were never an empire,” His self-loathing clung to each word, “I treated this organization as a bank, a money maker, it was inevitable that the paper I cradled would catch fire.”

You didn’t scream, yell, or cry. At least you hadn’t, yet.“Then who will rule Seoul?” You wondered aloud.

“A real syndicate.”

“Who will stay with me?”

He smiled warmly at you for the third time in your life, “One day, a real human.

////

You woke up with a start from a bang on the door, but considering the 4 am hour, you chalked it up to city noise. Five years ago today, you saw the match light. In two days, it will have been five years ago you saw the flames engulf your home, your family, and everything you were. Each year, this week was chaos for the city of Seoul. Each day was accompanied by an event that slowly grew more and more above ground. It was almost mocking the past, the surfacing of dirty secrets. Secrets the world knew, but never wanted to see, cowards.

The new syndicate at the top of the kingdom was known as Bangtan to the underground scene, but with a “Group” tacked on after the ominous name, they were also the kings of the business world. They were much better at actually hiding their identities, hence why most average people assumed there was no such syndicate anymore or that the “law” took care of it. As if the “law” wasn’t under the thumb of the kings. 

The only reason you were aware of their presence was because getting out of the game was easy, but you could never fully burn the console.

Another bang on your door startled you out of your thoughts, “I knew I shouldn’t have let you go alone to the bar before such a big day- where are your keys?!” 

An unfamiliar voice spoke through your door.

“Ask, y/n,” Jungkook’s slurred voice rang out in a yell as you flinched at the volume, “Y/n! I need stitches!” 

This wasn’t the first time Jungkook was yelling outside your door, most likely bleeding on your doormat. You never really asked questions, you just patched him up and left him on your couch.

“Is this even your door?! Did you lead me to one of your whore’s places?!”

“Bangtan!” Jungkook chanted in response.

This made you huff as you hopped out of bed in your large t-shirt and shorts and ripped the door open. You were faced with a blonde haired man in a three-piece suit accompanied by a trashed Jungkook with a short, but deep, cut on the corner of his forehead. The blonde-haired handsome man stopped struggling with Jungkook as he looked at you with the most pristine judging face, “Look, just forget we were-”

“Y/n!” Jungkook cheered before he passed out.

“He lives next door,” You remarked flatly, “No, I’m not one of his whores, more like one of his classmates, but I’ve seen those lines get blurred with him a lot, so I understand the assumption,” You looked at his forehead again, “And he does need stitches.”

The man narrowed his eyes, “Do you usually play nurse for him?”

“Only when his blood is dripping on my doormat, for the third time this month,” You angled your head down for the man to see, “Bring him in, you aren’t the first friend of his I’ve met-”

“But-”

“Anymore blood on that mat and I’m making you pay for it, now come on,” You snapped as he walked in and sat Jungkook in a chair around your table. You shut the door as you pulled your first aid kit out, “You have to sit him on the floor or the couch.”He complied to the couch, 

“Why does he-”

“When he wakes up, he attacks whoever is in front of him,” You spoke, preparing the needle and thread, “And I can’t stitch and hold him down at the table,” You explained, settling your knees to lock on both sides of Jungkook’s legs and your elbows pressing on his shoulders.

“Aren’t you scared he’ll hurt you?” The man asked as you began stitching.

You scoffed, “The only thing that scares me are failing grades.” You chuckled, “Plus Jungkook hurting me? Yeah, right. He has the fight of a peanut.”

Eventually, you just went on stitching in silence until the man broke the silence, “Who are you?” The man spoke mid-way through your stitching.

You paused for a moment, “Didn’t you hear Jungkook? I’m y/n, and who are you?”

“None of your concern,” He stated.“You’re bleeding on my hardwood floor, that has me pretty concerned.” You gestured to your hand to show him the small cut on his, “Concerned for my floor I mean.” You clarified, “The other two told me their first names at least.”

You thought back to the much pluckier and grateful Taehyung and Jimin as they smiled at you before taking Jungkook away.

He sighed, “Namjoon-”

You were tying the final knot when Jungkook snapped his eyes open. He immediately dove at you, pushing you to the floor, making the needle in your hand scratch your forearm before you threw it across the room to avoid the tempting notion of stabbing him with it. Namjoon was trying to find an opening to cut in between the struggling as Jungkook was sloppily throwing his fist down and you were moving your head to dodge each blow. Though his moves were sloppy, they were still fast, and Namjoon ended up watching in awe as you fearlessly slammed your forehead on his fresh stitches to make him stop to register the pain. You took advantage of the opening as you effortlessly pinned his arms down with your knees planted on his upper arms, “Jungkook!” You snapped as Namjoon watched his younger friend finally recognize you in his drunken haze.

“Y-Y/n?” He questioned, his tongue thick in his mouth, “You hurt my head- hey, you’re bleeding on my shirt!”

Your arm had a gash the length of a half ruler, it was shallow, but still dripping blood, but you didn’t flinch, “Wonder who made me hurt both my arm and their head, jackass,” You muttered, examining his stitches to make sure the impact didn’t affect the new suture, “And you got your blood on my doormat and my forehead, so let’s call it a draw.”

Namjoon was beginning to suspect you were more than a college student. With the sheer fearlessness and those fighting skills, you had to be something or someone who was anything but a regular student. Upon this realization, he then felt enormous regret wash over him for telling you his name. Yoongi would be livid if the empire was affected by Namjoon’s poor judgment, even in the most minuscule of ways. This string of thoughts prompted his mistake of grasping your wounded forearm to make you stand so he could properly question you. What he didn’t calculate in that movement was the fact that he grasped your fresh cut, which hurt like a bitch. This pain made you bring your other forearm to his neck, pressing firmly into his trachea as his back hit the wall with a bang, “Don’t ever manhandle a lady, Namjoon,” You seethed as you released him, “Care to explain yourself?” 

Namjoon regained his composure, impressed by your reaction time and ability to weaken his pride in such a short matter of seconds, “Who are you?” His tone was rougher in comparison to when he first asked the question.

“None of your concern,” You mocked, “Now take your sloppy friend, an alcohol pad and go-”

Your anger was cut short by a cloth that smelled an awful lot like chloroform engulfing your senses and releasing you from consciousness.

Since this thing keeps getting likes and reblogs, I’ll update it and repost it! It goes from oldest to newest, so my least favorites are Gain and Loss, Rescue, and Love Letter parts, personally, as they’re quite old and not well written in my opinion, but—enjoy. XD

For Jacob Frye confessions and responses: jfc

- Gain and Loss (warnings: miscarriage)
- Rescue! [RQ]
- Love Letter (part of a series pt1)
        Date Night (pt 2)
        Dagger to the Heart (pt 3) - NSFW
        Healing Wounds (pt 4)
- BRAWL (AU with Edward Kenway–will be a series)
              Who to Choose?
            The Captain’s Heart [NSFW]
            The Rook’s Heart [NSFW]
- The Fall (40 yr old Jacob–will be a series)
          The Assassin’s Anxious Heart - NSFW [RQ]
          A Father to Be - NSFW [RQ]
        
The Hunt for Jacob - NSFW [RQ]
         Through the Eye of Jealousy - NSFW [RQ]
         A Volatile Climax - NSFW [RQ]
         Parenthood - [RQ]
- To Woo the One - (Series) [RQ]
         The Pursuit - [RQ]
- Night on the Train - NSFW
- Drunken Anger - NSFW
- The Fight [RQ]
- What the Doctor Ordered - [RQ] NSFW
- Son of a Glitch! [NSFW]
- Dressed to Impress - [RQ]
- In his Dreams - [RQ]
- Jealousy Fueled - [RQ] NSFW
- The Rook and the Mockingbird - NSFW
  
The Mockingbird’s Secret {NSFW} {RQ}
- Daddy Dearest [RQ] NSFW
- A Stable Ride - [40 y/o] [NSFW]
- The Dove Effect - [40 y/o] [Tragic love story]
- Sibling Rivalry - [ Collab] [Fanfic]
- On the Other side of the Tracks - Part of the prostitute series
- The Confession - [gift] [NSFW]
- A House Divided - [Fanfic] [NSFW] [Jacob x OC]
- The Clockwork Soldier [ AU: Steampunk]
- {What If} Templar Jacob Frye
- {What if} Jacob Frye Lower Class
- No Longer Yours
- {Gift} My body, my heart: [Jacob Frye x OC]
- {Gift} The Silent Prostitute: [Jacob Frye x OC] [NSFW]
- The Love of a Unicorn - {AU} {NSFW}
- The Wet Nurse - {NSFW}
- The Haunted Mill {Drabble} {AU} {40}

Love Letters: (1) (2) (3) (4) (5) (6) (7) (8) (9) (10) (11) (12) (13) (14) (15) (16) (17) (18) (19) (20) (21) (22) (23) (24) (25) (26) (27) (28) (29) (30) (31) (32) (33) (34) (35) (36) (37) (38) (39) (40) (41) (42) (43) (44) (45) (46) (47) (48) (49) (50)

Anything else that might be missed is my Jacob Frye fanart, which is buried under the myart tag on here and headcanons are under headcanon tag~!

Much love to you, dearest and thanks for your kind words!

~Oreana Galena

magical/supernatural/fantasy AUs
  • i’m a demon/angel and i need to possess your body. oh you don’t want me to? well that’s a nice body you have there. it’d be a shame if i GAVE IT CANCER
  • “what is the ONE thing i asked you NOT to do tonight?” “raise the dead…” “AND WHAT DID YOU DO?!” “…raised the dead…”
  • i’m a ghost whisperer and you’re a ghost haunting the house i just moved into
  • i’m a ghost and i need you to bring my murderer to justice
  • new witch and their teacher showing them how to use magic
  • members of rivaling covens
  • i’m a vampire and i may have just accidentally converted you… awkward…
  • we’re dating and you’re a vampire but that’s cool how long have you been ali–WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU USED TO DATE MY GRANDMA
  • we’re both ghosts trapped in purgatory
  • we’re vampires and we have to travel around a lot so no one realizes we don’t age
  • we were in love but you died and i can’t move on so now i’m trying to communicate with you from beyond the grave
  • i’m a demon possessing your significant other’s body but oh shit i think i may actually like you
  • you were dying and i’m a vampire/werewolf so i bit you to save your life and now i have to teach you how this works
  • vampire slayer / vampire 
  • werewolf hunter / werewolf
  • ghost hunters. bonus points if they have a shitty tv show
  • you’re my guardian angel
  • good old fashioned zombie apocalypse
  • i’m a ghost and i’m trapped in the graveyard and i don’t normally talk to mortals but bro i have to ask wtf are you doing hanging around a graveyard is your life really this sad
  • i’m a vampire and i’m sedeucing you as my next victim i can’t decide if i want to eat you or fuck you or marry you
  • i’m a demon and you summoned me so technically i have to do your bidding but i’m still gonna be an asshole 
  • i’m a ghost and you live in my old house and i can’t talk to you directly but i can enter your dreams so hi there how you doing
  • i’m a vampire and no i’m not gonna turn you into a vampire you fangirl goth idiot
Kang Daniel | Rival!AU

Originally posted by peachyniel

prompt: anon request - “hi! can you write an au where Daniel and the reader are always competing with each other for some reason and end up liking each other? lol thanks!!”

note: my first request! thank you so much for sending it in and remember that my ask is always open! also, i’m using american high school years (freshman - senior year) for this au!

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👻 - Invite my muse to a halloween party

🥚- Egg the toothbrush guy’s house with my muse

😱- Jumpscare my muse

🎃 - Ask my muse to carve a pumpkin with them

🔫 - Shoot my muse with a fake paintball gun

🍁 - Go through a pumpkin patch maze with my muse

✊️ - Fist fight a zombie

💅 - Ask my muse for costume make-up help

💀 - Find a dead body with my muse

🤢 - Get sick off candy infront of my muse

😸- See a black cat on the streets with my muse

👹 - Try and spoop my muse with a scary costume

👙- Show up to my muse’s door in a sexy costume

😨 - Go through a haunted house with my muse

🍭 - Throw candy at my muse

🥃 - Drunkenly roam the streets for candy with my muse

👨‍✈️- Pretend to be actual police officers with my muse on Halloween

My gfs ideas for the cultural festival idea in yan sim

- a haunted house where you could kill someone and hang their body up as a decoration

- eating contest can be poisoned

- drown someone while bobbing of apples

- killed someone while people are distracted by some contest

October Bucket List 2017

Here is my list of things I want to accomplish during the month of October! Feel free to join in a pick some stuff to complete off my list with me!

  • Decorate the house inside & out 🍂
  • Visit a haunted house 🦉
  • Carve & decorate pumpkins 🎃
  • Go on a haunted hayride 
  • Go through a haunted corn maze
  • Roast pumpkin seeds
  • Go apple picking 🍎
  • Bake an apple & pumpkin pie from scratch 
  • Get a pumpkin spice tea / latte 🍂
  • Make homemade apple cider 
  • Visit the local county fair & carnival 
  • Have a bonfire with friends & family 🔥
  • See the Rocky Horror Picture Show live 💋
  • Create 31 day October photo challenge for Instagram
  • Setup & decorate my Halloween Tree
  • Setup my Lemax Spooky Town houses 👻
  • Bake spooky deserts and goodies (cupcakes, cookies, mini pies)
  • Make caramel & candy apples 🍎
  • Visit a graveyard after dusk 🦇
  • Get a tattoo, specifically on Friday the 13th 💉
  • Do some creepy body painting & SFX makeup looks
  • Make DIY halloween & autumn crafts ⚰️
  • Watch halloween themed TV shows
  • Visit a pumpkin patch 🎃
  • Visit Spirit Halloween & Halloween decor stores 🕯
  • Watch as many horror movies as possible! 🔪
  • Watch as many halloween movies as possible!
  • Get nails done with a cute autumn or spooky design 🦉
  • Do a paranormal event / ghost tour 👻
  • Buy halloween candles & bath products ⚰️
  • Dress up in costume on Halloween
  • Read Edgar Allan Poe poems ☠️
  • Watch new horror movies in theatres (Jigsaw, Happy Death Day) 🔪
  • Go to Halloween Haunt at Canada’s Wonderland
  • Go on walking trails and enjoy the beautiful scenery 🦊 
  • Watch Stranger Things 2 (October 27th!) 👽
  • Enjoy hot cocoa outside in a cozy blanket ☕️
  • Take some cute fall photos 📷
  • Keep an eye out HERE for a Witchy October Bucket List full of witch and pagan things to accomplish. 
  • Keep an eye out HERE for my MUST WATCH horror movies and halloween movies for October. 
The Virus.

Admirals Log 1, My first engagement as an Admiral with the race known as Hooman has ended in our utter defeat, we exited hyperspace right on top of them and they reacted as if they knew we were coming. Are these creatures just super fast or can they see the future? We retreated to Elixal Prime but my few remaining ships will not be enough to hold them off for long. I have already began evacuation but there are not enough ships, they will be here soon,

Admirals Log 5, Elixal Prime is lost, the moment the first of their hive ships arrived we had to abandon any hope of rescuing the population. I can only imagine what horrors they will face. We heard their screams over the com as we left.

Admirals log 29 the Hoomans have conquered half the galaxy and there are too few of the surviving races with the ships to even try and stop them. Some are talking about surrender. How could we? These creatures are so deadly that even one setting foot on a planet spells disaster as if their whole body was made to house millions of viruses. My old friend was touched by one once, I’ll never forget what happened to him. His skin burned and fell off he bled form every part of his body, his screams, they still haunt me.

Admiral’s log 87, We’ve lost, our final stand began an hour ago, 3 thousand ships gone, in an hour!!! How could such a race even exist? I sit here reading reports of what their world is like, no wonder they turned out like they did out of all t he worlds in the galaxy this one has to be the most hostile one. I’m not going down without a fight though.

Admiral Efre grabbed his rifle and locked his log in the hopes that it might be found by someone who could read it and remember the struggle the galaxy went through. Perhaps in a couple of millennia when the Hoomans have died out. The Hoomans were cutting through the door now, his soldiers all got to their feet and readied their rifles. The pride he felt for them, even in their final moments they were defiant, even though there was nothing and no one left to save.

The door blasts open and we open fire, like before the Hoomans shrug off our shots like they were pebbles, a few go down but it doesnt stop the others. The run into us and…and? They’re not killing us By the Maker they want us alive! Are they going to eat us? One grabs me with its gloved hand and forces me to my knees alongside my soldiers and another enters like the others of it’s kind inside a sealed suit. It lowers itself to look me in the eye and raising a visor to show it’s face.

They’re disgusting, their faces…the proportions are all wrong and only two eyes? How could they see so well with only two eyes? The nose is pitiful in size I can only imagine how strong it was. And the skin, it looks wet like oil, is it acid?

Finally it speaks and the words put the chill of death into me.

“We were only trying to say hello”

Joker Imagine - Haunted House

Your P.O.V.

I couldn’t believe that this was real. Joker was on my left side, driving his car. The fucking Joker. I was in his car with my hands and legs tied together, scared to death as I sat here. My entire body was trembling from fear, once as he was laughing. I stared at the man who I was terrified of. He wore a white jacket and it had blood splatters on it. I just kept crying, my sobs muffled by the cloth in my mouth.

 I had been outside, walking home from work as a purple Lamborghini stopped right in front of me.I had stopped walking. The door opened and I saw someone I wished I never would have. The Joker looked at me with a  gruesome grin on his face. He had told me that he had to be quick. A second later he yanked me into his car. I was so scared that I couldn’t defend myself properly. Next thing I knew, he was driving out of the city really fast.

‘‘I didn’t get a chance to introduce myself’‘ He spoke after a long silence that was only broken by his eerie laugh. He gazed at me although his eyes should have been on the road. ‘‘I’m the Joker. Who might you be, my dear hostage?’‘ He asked me. I was dead silent. On the other hand, I couldn’t answer either because my mouth was stuffed. 

‘‘Oops’‘ He chuckled and then took the cloth out and threw it out of the window. I still didn’t bug. He was a nightmare. I felt like a little spider that he could squish so easily. ‘‘Answer me!’‘ He yelled, making me flinch. I sobbed and felt hot tears rolling down my face. ‘‘I-I’m Y/N’‘ I whimpered, speaking for him for the first time. It made him smile again like his anger just faded.

‘‘That’s better. Do you know why I took you along?’‘ Joker asked me like this was funny. I shook my head no and he saw that. ‘‘Let me tell you. I was on a mission with my henchmen today. Then Batsy tagged along and we had to leave early. I figured he’d follow me so I needed a hostage, which is you, by the way’‘ He laughed again. I squinted my eyes and tried to stay as calm as possible.

‘‘If they try anything, I’d shoot you. So, they can’t’‘ He continued telling me his little story. I watched as he opened his mouth, but he saw something behind us. ‘‘Oh’‘ His red lips rounded. ‘‘You just came in handy, Y/N’‘ Joker let me know darkly. I looked at the little window and saw a black car racing towards us. It was the Batmobile! Jesus Christ.

‘‘Let’s confuse him’‘ Joker declared and hit the gas pedal. I was almost sure we’d crash with this crazy driving. I closed my eyes and hoped that Batman could save me. 

After a lot of rough swings, Joker started laughing. That’s when I dared to open my eyes. ‘’He lost us!’’ He yelled happily. I looked around and saw a lot of houses. Most of them looked really old and rotten. This wasn’t the heart of the city anymore. Joker slowed down and drove to a yellow house. He drove right into the garage and I noticed it was empty. This house was abandoned.

‘‘Let’s go play hide and seek’‘ Joker said and turned to look at me. Now that the car engine wasn’t roaring, I heard my own heartbeat clearly. Being at such a place with the Joker sounded like a horror movie.It wasn’t.

He got out of the car and walked over to my side. I bit my lips together because I was so scared. The door opened and he pulled me out of the car by the ropes around my hands. It was hard to stand with rope around my knees. ‘’Now that’s an issue’’ Joker mumbled, looking down at me. Luckily, he untied the rope around my legs. I was still afraid.

He started dragging me into the house. The first thing I noticed was the smell of mould and plants. It was dark, but I saw thanks to the windows. The house had very old furniture and books scattered across the floor. 

‘‘Okay. You’re gonna go to the basement and I’ll..walk around’‘ Joker broke the silence. Looking at him in the dark was still scary. His eyes almost shone now which was creepy.The light highlighted the edges of his green hair and his milky white skin.

‘‘Pl-please don’t’‘ I begged as I thought about being locked up in a basement. Joker didn’t answer me. He opened a door and I barely saw the stony stairs. That’s when I got a strange feeling. I felt eyes on me. It was a disgusting feeling. It’s almost like someone was in the basement. ‘‘You either walk down yourself or I’ll push you down. You pick’‘ Joker growled, making me anxious.

I glanced at the clown and saw that he was dead serious. I had to go. So I walked down against my own will. One step down and he shut the door. He even locked it! Everything was dark. It was so dark that I couldn’t tell if I shut my eyes or if they were open. Somehow I managed to get down the stairs.

It was cold.

Once I came down, I saw better because there were tiny windows high up. I coughed a couple times because of the dust. Then I saw how creepy this basement was. It was full of porcelain dolls. I screamed because I thought someone was there. It caused me to fall on my bum which hurt.

I’d die here.

What if Joker would leave?

No one knew where I was..

I was all alone in this silent basement.Reality sunk into my head and I was pretty sure this day would fuck my head up. Just as I sat there, accepting my crappy life, I heard music. A music box on a dusty table was playing by itself. My eyes widened and I held my breath as I stared at the box. I could almost hear a little child singing, ‘’..Ring around the rosy’’

At first, I was convinced it was a real person. Then I tried to assure myself it was only in my head. ‘’You’re not real, you’re not real’’ I repeated myself again and again. I was hugging my knees now, too scared to move. I was alone, right? No one else could be here.

‘‘Don’t ignore me!’‘ A little child’s scream echoed. I flinched and hid my face in my hands, now crying out loud. ‘‘You’re not real!’‘ I muttered, then sobbing loudly, nearly choking on my tears. This Joker thing must have really gotten into me. I was safe. It was just a basement..

‘‘Look at me’‘ Someone whispered. I felt someone’s breath on my arms and a shiver ran down my spine. I wouldn’t look. No. I had to keep breathing, stay calm-

My hands were ripped away from my face and I screamed. I tried to hit whatever was in my way. I kicked and screamed and tried to get up. I was still too scared to look. ‘’Leave me alone!’’ I shrieked at the top of my lungs. As I got up on my feet, I tried to run up the stairs. Panic took over me and I struggled to breathe. I punched the door in hopes Joker would come. The fear made my stomach feel rotten.

‘‘Help! Help me!’‘ I cried and kept banging my fists against the door until it hurt. I thought I’d get out, but then I felt an ice cold hand around my ankle, grabbing me harshly. That feeling broke my hope. My eyes widened and then I was pulled back down. I hit the stairs, chest first and then I hit my jaw. Something was fucking dragging me down the stairs!

I tried to hold onto the stairs with my hands, but it was useless. ‘’No! Help, help’’ I sobbed, scared half way to death.I was in pain but I was so terrified that I ignored it. Just then the door opened and I saw lights. Joker had heard me and he had found a torch as well.

He blinded me with the light and at the same time, the cold hand vanished. Joker walked down to me and saw me on the floor. I was crying. I wasn’t sure what to do but one thing was clear, I didn’t want to be alone. My body was trembling wildly and I felt blood trickling down my face. 

‘‘What the hell happened?’‘ Joker asked me roughly.He even kneeled down in front of me. Our eyes met and as crazy as it sounds, I felt safer. Then I leapt at him and hugged Joker. I didn’t care that it was the man who kidnapped me. I just needed it.

‘‘Y/N what on earth happened?’‘ Joker wanted to know. Luckily, he didn’t push me away. I wanted to answer him, but I was breathing strangely which made it impossible to speak. My chest rose quickly and my breath hitched in my throat. My ankle felt cold and I could see a red ring around it. Now that Joker came, the people or ghosts, whatever they were, they disappeared.

‘‘They w-were..going to..kill me’‘ I managed to croak out weakly. Joker seemed confused now. ‘‘We’re the only people in this house’‘ He pointed out. I shook my head no and swallowed my tears. God knows why but being in his lap was comforting. 

‘‘Ghosts’‘ I whispered and then felt a shiver running down my spine. I rested my head against his chest and stared deeper into the basement. Joker huffed, probably not believing me. On the other hand, he didn’t laugh either. We sat there in silence for a while. He didn’t seem to mind that I sat in his lap. My head had a million questions flying around. Were they ghosts? Or my imagination? Or something else? What were they?!

Just as I started to calm down a bit, something dark moved. My eyes widened in horror as I stared at the dark figure. Ghost-likely it stood up and leant against the wall. It looked like the silhouette of a child. Step by step, it walked closer to us.

‘‘Go away!’‘ I screamed which caught Joker’s attention. He tilted his head and saw the same girl. ‘‘We’ve got company’‘ He growled and stood up, bringing me to my feet at the same time. The rope around my hands had loosened by my attempts to hit the ghosts earlier.

My heart almost stopped now. I could see the figure so clearly. All this was too much for my head and it was a miracle I hadn’t died yet. Joker flashed the light towards the girl and she vanished. I stared, mouth and eyes open wide at the now empty spot in front of us. Joker kept his arm around me, which helped a little bit. If I was alone, I’d probably wet myself and weep to death.

‘’I-Is she gone?’‘ I stuttered, trying to get even closer next to the Joker. ‘‘I don’t know but we’re getting the fuck out of here’‘ He growled surely. Just as we were going to leave, something else happened. My chest was tight as I held my breath in agony.

It sounded like someone let out a deep breath behind us. Once again, I felt it on my neck. It was worse than getting punched. The feeling of someone’s breath on your neck was disgusting and it made me want to puke. Joker was tougher than me. He turned around to shine the light against whatever was behind us. I faced the dark again where the girl was. She was right in front of me, making me scream.

‘‘Let’s go!’‘ I cried and tugged Joker’s jacket with both my hands. ‘’‘Good idea’‘ He growled and held me. We walked backwards up the stairs and he kept the light directed in front of us. I counted our steps, trying to distract myself somehow from the terror.

We reached the top of the stairs and Joker kicked the door open. Once we got out of the basement, he shut the door and locked it as well. I thought we were safe. With my luck, my thoughts were wrong. The strong smell of smoke entered my lungs, making me cough immediately. My eyes watered as I looked through the grey clouds that seemed to get thicker. 

Joker was the first one to move. The house was on fire and he would not burn to death.Together we ran through the hot smoke towards the garage door. I heard the rattling of flames somewhere. The damn house was on fire!

I felt lightheaded once we reached his car. He jumped in and so did I, feeling safer with the Joker than in this house. He started the engine and then drove out of the garage quickly. I looked at the house that was getting orange by the roof. The thought of staying in there a minute longer made me sick in my stomach. We would have died..

Joker drove back to the highway and back towards Gotham City. Silence took over us, both shocked from what had just happened. I knew for sure that even he was a bit scared. As it came to me, I was utterly terrified. The fear had completely overwhelmed me and now I sat in a villain’s car, frozen from fear.

I could never be normal again.

After ten minutes of dead silence and driving, the silence was broken. I thought Joker was talking, but I was wrong once again.

‘‘ Ring around the rosy. Pocket full of posies. Ashes, ashes. We all fall d o w n’‘

PART 2 *click me*

“1. Last year the doctor told me that this kind of sadness is inherited. That they have discovered that sometimes it skips a generation. That the darkness inside me did not grow from nowhere it came from somewhere. I thought to myself, that there is a reason why I have always thought my heart was an attic where I hid pieces of myself. Pieces no one ever wanted.

2. The first boy I ever chose to show this sadness to decided to take it from my attic heart and planted it inside my soul instead. It was easy for him. My soul was a garden I showed him too soon. And he decided that meant he was allowed to take anything he wanted to.

3. Every man who has dared to love me since, has stared at this dark ivy covered soul like it is a haunted house, and I have never tried to explain the thing I have always known. Because men do not have to learn how to open their own selves and lock themselves up again. They are taught to be themselves and the world will accept them better that way. We are taught to break our bodies to be loved. We are taught to confuse sex and love.

4. I knew a girl whose father left her and she took all of her love for him and ate it to comfort herself. People joked how she lived in the kitchen. No one saw her tears when she ate.

5. A friend once told me that she locked herself inside the closet when her parents fought because her father beat her mother and she wished herself into the wood, just so she knew what it was like to be an inanimate object that couldn’t hear or feel anything.

6. My mother told me, that it is the way of the world for girls to grow into women by locking secrets inside themselves. Till now I still imagine every woman I have ever met as a big beautiful house. Full of secret rooms, hiding places, once filled with innocent laughter and joy. Now slightly sad and forgotten because of all those lost places inside them full of secrets.”

-Nikita Gill, The House Inside Her

artwork by Susanne Ussing

Goodbye, Dad

Jake’s dad, Robert, has always wanted to give his son everything he wanted in life.  Being a single father has been tough on him, and he really has done his best to make Jake happy, but there’s one thing he can’t give his son…his body.  

Jake was a lean, pencil-thin teenager, and barely 5′6″.  To put things bluntly, the poor boy was crippled by low self-esteem because of his small size. He had a comfortable life, but all he wanted was to look more like his dad.  

“You just need to wait for your growth spurt,” Robert reassured his boy, doubting it would ever come since he had already been a stud in the making when he was Jake’s age.  But he stayed positive for his son and hoped that Jake would learn to love himself the way he was.  

“I don’t wanna wait for something that might never even come!” Jake lashed out before storming to his room and slamming the door.  

“He needs some space,” Robert said quietly before sighing and going to his own room.  

Robert got down to just his boxers and looked at the body that he had been gifted with through the genetic lottery.  Sure, he worked hard to maintain his physique, but his genetic blueprint was an ideal foundation to build from.  

“This shouldn’t be a make or break for anyone’s happiness…” Robert mumbled before crawling into bed.  He hoped more than anything that Jake could find happiness within himself.  

Meanwhile Jake was in his room crushing various herbs and strange substances.  

“If I can’t look more like you, then I’ll just have to BE you,” Jake assured himself as he read from a page he had torn out of a book at that weird occult bookstore.  

The ingredients for this potion were surprisingly common, but the page claimed that precise measurements and mixing would help “release the spirit.”

“Goodbye, Dad,” Jake said before devouring his finished concoction.  

He laid down in bed and closed his eyes and did the deep breathing exercises on the occult page.  Minutes passed without any noticeable difference other than an herbal aftertaste in his mouth, but as time continued to pass, Jake found himself feeling lighter and lighter–almost like he was becoming disconnected from reality.  

Jake opened his eyes and was amazed to see the last of his spiritual form leaving his teen body.  His body wouldn’t survive long without his spirit inside, but he didn’t care.  This was a one-trip for Jake.  

Satisfied, Jake let himself sink through the floor.  He had to go through another wall, but soon he found himself hovering over his Dad’s sculpted and muscular body.  Jake wanted nothing more than to feel the confidence and power of being a stud like his dad–no–to feel the confidence and power of being the stud known as his dad.  He had no second thoughts and no regrets as he dove right at his father’s rippled abs.  

“Huh?!!!!!” Robert gasped as he was shocked awake.  

Something had slammed him hard in the stomach–no something was still pushing so hard against him.  

“WHat the–OH FUCK!” Robert yelled out as he felt some invisible force flooding into his body, filling his body past capacity.  

“Aggggghhhhhhhhh uuunnngggggggggggg” Robert helplessly groaned as he thrashed in bed, gripping the sheets and gritting his teeth as he tried to roll off the bed–but the force pinning him down was too strong.  He was stuck there as the energy continued to flood into him.

Robert moaned helplessly as it got harder and harder to control his movements.  A wet, cold sensation spread from his abs down his thighs, up his pecs and worked all the way down to his toes, out to his fingers, and agonizingly, into his thick and erect cock.  It wasn’t long until the sensation crept up his neck and he squinted his eyes shut tight as his back arched so he was clear off the bed.  Every muscle in Robert’s body seized at once, and then with one last guttural grunt Robert felt a sensation like he had been shot out of a cannon.  

Robert was stunned and in shock as he regained his senses, only now he was floating above his own body.  He watched his own eyes open and then a mischevious smirk crossed his body’s lips.  

“Oh fuuuuuuccccckkkkk yeah,” he heard his voice say as he watched his body’s hands rub up his torso.  

“Oh yeah, call me Daddy,” his body moaned as Robert helplessly watched his own fingers caress and squeeze his nipples.  

“Looks like I’m a stud like you after all,” he heard his body gloat with a chuckle.  

“JAKE!  That little shit!” Robert yelled in his spiritual form before diving back to reclaim his body.

To his dismay, there was a brief flash of light and then he was deflected right off his own body.  

“Don’t even waste your energy, Dad,” Jake said, enjoying the smooth and deep voice leaving his mouth.  “This was a one-way trip.  My body’s upstairs–If you don’t make yourself at home in that pipsqueak body then I’m pretty sure you’ll just be stuck haunting this house until the end of time. 

Robert roared in rage as he lunged at his body over and over again, getting hurled away each time and doing nothing more than tickling Jake in the process.  His pleas and threats could not even be heard–the only evidence he was even present was the flash and sensation when he got deflected from his own body.  

“Ohhhhhh yeah, Dad, that’s starting to feel kinda good,” Jake moaned as his father’s spirit deflected off him again.  His new cock was gently pulsating inside those boxers, and as Robert watched his son reach into the waistband he realized he couldn’t take it anymore.  

Robert floated up to his son’s room and saw Jake’s vacant body.  

Not having any other option at the moment, he realized that having a body would be better than being stuck as a trapped spirit.  

He begrudgingly started floating to Jake’s body, but then to his horror he saw the spirit of an overweight elderly man dive right Jake’s empty form.  

“NOOOOO!!!!”Robert screamed as he dove at his son’s body, only to find himself repelled just like he was with his body.  

Jake’s eyes fluttered open before grinning with a look of profound relief.  

“Tough break,” Jake’s voice said, now controlled by the spirit of the elderly man.  

“I was stuck here for decades, just watching family after family live in this home.  Not that it matters to you, but I died alone and unhappy.  I spent my whole life in the closet, and my last thought as a living person was that if I had the chance to be a cute little twink, I’d do everything differently.  Looks like it was worth the wait,” Jake’s body said as he bit his lip and rubbed his thin and young body adoringly.  “My name was Hugh in my last life, but I definitely prefer your son’s name.  That’s right, I’m Jake now…” he said with satisfaction.   

Hugh proudly walked his new body down the stairs before encountering a mirror and basking at his new chance at life.  He had managed to keep up with the times by observing the evolution of technology through the inhabitants of the house, but he still got a giddy excitement as he pulled a strange device out of his pocket and unlocked it with his new fingerprint.  He knew where the camera button was because he had watched Jake and Robert use the function countless times.  Still, he was in awe as he clicked the button and snapped the first picture of his new body.  

“Wait a second…” he said playfully before yanking his shirt off and taking another picture.  

“I don’t know why you were so self-conscious Jake.  Your body is fucking cute!  Not complaining though…” Hugh said, still enjoying the teen voice leaving his mouth.  

Hugh tucked the phone away.  He planned on exploring the device in full later on, but in that moment he wanted to get acquainted with his new “Daddy.”  His teen cock pulsated a bit just thinking about that.  


Hugh walked in on Jake, still embracing and caressing his new, mature, stud body.  

“Well, well, well, looks like you took that pipsqueak body after all.”

“You didn’t leave too many options,” Hugh replied, doing his best to act as if he were Robert inside Jake’s body.  

“So what do you want anyway?  Because this is my body now.  Nothing can reverse it,” Jake gloated.  

“No.  No hard feelings,” Hugh said as he walked closer to Jake.  “In fact, I’m glad you did what you did,” he cooed as he crawled onto the bed.  

“Dad?” Jake asked, a little confused by how okay with this his Dad seemed.

“No, you’re my daddy now.  Do you want your son to make you feel good?”

“Dad, what are you-Ohhhhhh ffuuuuuuucccccccckkkk” Jake moaned as his former body freed his new fatherly dick from his boxers and that hard cock in his mouth.  

Robert’s spirit watched in horror.

“That’s not me!!!!! That’s some old gay pervert!!!!!! STOP!!! JUST FUCKING STOP!” the fatherly spirit begged, but he could not be heard anymore.  He could only continue to watch, paralyzed in dread.  Jake thought his own father was sucking him off!

Jake was smiling from ear to ear as he used his dad’s strong arms to guide his former mouth lower and lower.  

Hugh eagerly swallowed that cock deeper and deeper until he had taken all 8 inches and had his lips firmly pressed against neatly trimmed pubes.  He was in heaven–in control of a teen twink, his new father’s cock down his throat, and his stud father’s manly scent filling his nostrils.  

Jake shivered as Hugh came up for air.  

“Shit, Dad that felt so good!”

“You’re my dad now,” Hugh reminded Jake.  “I’m your son now, and I wanna make you feel good.”

“Oh fuck yeah,” Jake said gruffly as he pulled his former body on top of his muscular and hairy torso.  

He embraced his new role and hugged his son tight against his body before looking into his old eyes and leaning in to meet lips.  

Hugh shivered in enjoyment as he felt the thick, trimmed beard of his new Daddy rubbing his smooth face.  He opened his youthful mouth and let his Daddy’s tongue in.  The moaned into each other’s mouths as they explored each other’s mouths with their tongues.  

Robert was horrified as he witnessed his own body passionately making out with the body of his own son.  But just when he didn’t think things could get any worse, he watched Jake roll them over so Hugh was on his back.  

“Spread your legs, son,” Jake said forcefully.  

“Yes, Daddy,” Hugh replied as he kicked off his shorts and spread his twink legs wide.  

Jake was over the moon as he found his Dad’s lube and began getting his new cock nice and slick.  He was ready to fuck his old body.  No–he was ready to fuck his son.  Because he was the man now.  He was the stud with the powerful body he had always wanted.  He couldn’t control himself as he pushed his new massive cockhead against his old body’s virgin hole.  

Hugh gasped as he felt his Daddy’s dick stretching him wide.  He squirmed and groaned, but he looked up and saw the look of focus on his Daddy’s face.  Hugh took a deep breath and relaxed, groaning as Jake pushed his father’s cock deeper and deeper into his former, teen hole.  

“mmmmmmm you’re so tight, boy!” Jake moaned as he got his meaty cock halfway in his son.  That turned him on so much looking at his old self, but knowing that the shrimpy twink he used to be was his son now.  And he didn’t know if his dad had been brainwashed by the magic or if his dad was just really being so kinky, but he didn’t care.  He was already loving his new life.  Hugh was thinking the same thing as he felt fuller and fuller of thick, Daddy cock.  He had been worried that Jake would immediately know something was wrong, but it was so erotic in Hugh’s opinion that Jake thought his own father was being a whore in that teen body.  Hugh knew that Robert was probably in the room with them.  That made him even harder.  

“Fuck yeah!  Fill me up, Daddy!  Fuck my hole good! AGgggghhhhhhhhnnnnngggggggg Fuck yeah!” Hugh hollered out as the last inch of that Daddy cock was stuffed inside him.  

Jake shivered and collapsed forward onto his old body, groaning as he adjusted to the feeling of his own father’s cock stuffed completely inside his old body’s hole.  

Jake gasped for breath before forcing his mouth onto his son’s and pulling his hips back.  

They both moaned into each other’s mouths as Jake thrust back in, and that repeated again, and again, except Jake started thrusting faster and harder until Hugh was basically just emitting a constant moan with his teen voice.  

Hugh was literally overwhelmed by pleasure as his Daddy’s dick pistoned in and out of him at an almost inhuman speed and power.  He pulled his Daddy close to him so he could feel friction with each thrust as that chest hair rubbed against his smooth body.  He loved feeling overwhelmed by a larger and more powerful man.  The opposite was true for Jake.  He was finally the stud he always wanted to be.  He never felt more confident than he did in that moment as he used his powerful abs, hips, thighs, and arms to give each thrust as much power as he could.  He reveled in his control as his father’s sweat dripped onto his old body.  No–it was his sweat.  There was no going back now–he would forever be known to the world as Robert.  And he would always adore and care for his twink son, Jake.  

“Ohhhhhh Jake!!! Son!!! I’m so fucking close!” the new Robert grunted as he felt his big balls contract and pulsate.  

Hugh accepted his new identity in that moment too.  He was Jake now, and for as long as he could keep the act up, he would pretend to be the spirit of the true Robert.  But in that moment he only had one thing to say, “Fucking cum inside me Daddy!”

The new Robert growled as he rolled them over, still fully inside his boy.  The new Jake was on top and ready to ride his Daddy, but Robert surprised his boy by quickly leaning up and hugging his boy tight.  Robert roared as he thrashed his cock up into his boy.  Jake was practically seeing stars as he hugged his Dad tight and used his leg strength to slam himself down onto his dad’s throbbing cock.  Then he felt those strong hands wrap around him.  Robert gripped his boy for maximum leverage and used his full strength to pull his son as tight and close as possible with each thrust.  

Jake’s teen body couldn’t take it anymore, and without even touching his twink dick he hollered out in his soft, adolescent voice as his throbbing teen boner launched his cum all over his dad’s sweaty, hairy, and ripped torso.  

Robert winced as he felt his boy’s hole contracting tightly with each new shot of cum that sprayed his chest.  It finally took him to his limit.  

“FUUUUUUCCCCCCKKKKK YEEEEAAAHHHH SON!” he roared before forcing their mouths together again as he pulled them together tighter than ever and thrust his seed deep inside his boy.  Shot after shot filled Jake’s hole until he just couldn’t contain any more of his dad’s load.  With each new thrust, cum started leaking out of his hole until Robert pulled Jake tight against one final thrust.  He held them together like that for several minutes, embraced and passionately kissing as they enjoyed their afterglow, fatherly cock still buried in son’s hole.  

This was a fate worse than death for the spirit of the true Robert, but even he had to admit he had never seen his son happier than he was now that he had claimed Robert’s body and life as his own.  

anonymous asked:

heyy, as you said before, the last line of the book is filled with hope. do you think that elio and oliver getting back together at some point is an actual possibility since aciman makes it clear they still have feelings for each other and would go back if they could? i think it is but i don't trust my opinions regarding them lmao

I hate to be that person, but no. The temporality of their relationship is what gives the story meaning. If they just wind up getting back together then what is the purpose of the book? It would be like resuscitating Romeo and Juliet.   

The last section is called Ghost Spots. It’s literally and figuratively about death. The death of Mr. Perlman, Vimini and Anchise, and the death of Elio and Oliver’s former selves. The house is now haunted by their past. But it is also about how we experience time. Our bodies might be beholden to the passage of time but love is not. 

Elio’s father is dead but he is still with him. His relationship with Oliver is over but they are still together. 

“Twenty years was yesterday, and yesterday was just earlier this morning, and morning seemed light-years away.” 

They will always be together, they were never apart, because their hearts never left that house, that summer.     

“Your eyes are forever there, I wanted to say, trapped in the sheer curtains, staring out from my bedroom upstairs…”

That’s what I find hopeful about the last lines. That Elio loves Oliver as much at the end of the novel as he does at the beginning. That they have a love so profound it reaches across space and time.  

anonymous asked:

Could you recommend me some horror films please? I haven't seen many and I trust your taste.

Serial Killer: Henry: Portrait of a Serial Killer, Wolf Creek, The Silence of the Lambs, Peeping Tom, Schramm: Inside the Mind of a Serial Killer, Angst, Seven, Dahmer, Zodiac, The Alphabet Killer, Cherry Falls, and The Snowtown Murders.

Supernatural: The Conjuring (1 + 2), Sinister (I have yet to see the second movie), The Possession, Poltergeist (the original), The Exorcist, Dolls, The Babadook, Lights Out, It Follows, Rosemary’s Baby, The Shining, The Others, As Above, So Below, We Are Still Here, Lake Mungo, Session 9, Carnival of Souls, Hour of the Wolf, Trick r’ Treat, The Amityville Horror (original and remake), Carrie, Drag Me to Hell, The Ninth Gate, Candyman, Boogeyman, Ghost Ship, Lost Voyage, 1408, Freddy vs. Jason, An American Haunting, The Exorcism of Emily Rose, Silent Hill, Dead Silence, Paranormal Activity, The Haunting in Connecticut, The Lords of Salem, Dark Touch, Unfriended, Baskin, Here Comes the Devil, and Stir of Echoes.

Horror of Humans: Sleep Tight, Preservation, Dread, Martyrs, Alice Sweet Alice, Der Todesking, Red State, You’re Next, The Invitation, Creep, You’ll Like My Mother, The Last House on the Left (original and remake), I Spit on Your Grave (original), Salo, Cannibal Holocaust, The Wicker Man, The Body Snatcher, Meadowoods, The Cremator, Maniac (original and remake), Children of the Corn (original), The Hitcher (original and remake), Nekromantik, House of 1000 Corpses, The Devil’s Rejects, Vacancy, American Pscyho, I Dismember Mama, Twisted Nerve, The Collector, All the Boys Love Mandy Lane, The Loved Ones, High Tension, The Stendhal Syndrome, The Theatre Bizarre, Subconscious Cruelty, Berberian Sound Studio, Little Deaths, House of Wax, The Defilers, When a Stranger Calls (original and remake), Mother’s Day, Inside, Prom Night (original and remake), Misery, Hostel (1+2) Secret Window, See No Evil, The Poughkeepsie Tapes, Megan is Missing, Eden Lake, Pathology, The Strangers, Kidnapped, Orphan, A Serbian Film, The ABC’s of Death (1+2), American Mary, Excision, Would You Rather,  The Green Inferno, Nurse, A Clockwork Orange, Frontiers, Cabin by the Lake, Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street, The Hand that Rocks the Cradle, and Urban Legend.

Monsters, Aliens, Witches, Zombies, and Vampires: The Mist, Låt den rätte komma in, The Witch, The Blair Witch Project, The Cabin in the Woods, The Evil Dead (original and remake), The People Under the Stairs, 28 Days Later, 28 Weeks Later, Wrong Turn, Mark of the Devil, Martin, The Descent, Motel Hell, Splice, Cloverfield, The Hunger, The Hills Have Eyes (original and remake), The Fourth Kind, Leptirica, The Rocky Horror Picture Show, Gremlins, It, Sometimes They Come Back (and the sequel), Interview with the Vampire, From Dusk Til Dawn, Dark Skies, The Langoliers, The Craft, Book of Shadows: Blair Witch 2, Jeepers Creepers (1+2), The Skeleton Key, 30 Days of Night, Lake Dead, The Lost Boys, Jennifer’s Body, The Crazies, Pontypool, Quarantine, and Deathgasm.

Franchises: Final Destination, A Nightmare on Elm Street, Child’s Play, Scream, Friday the 13th, Halloween, The Texas Chainsaw Massacre, V/H/S, The Purge, August Underground, I Spit on Your Grave (remake and sequels), Ginger Snaps, Pumpkinhead, Hellraiser, The Human Centipede, Saw, Leprechaun, I Know What You Did Last Summer, and Insidious.

Non-horror horrors: Antichrist, Compliance, Funny Games (original and remake), In a Glass Cage, We Need to Talk About Kevin, Irreversible, Deadgirl, Man Bites Dog, The Girl Next Door, Gummo, I Stand Alone, Happiness, In the Company of Men, Benny’s Video, Mysterious Skin, Come and See, The Act of Seeing with One’s Own Eyes, The War Zone, Fat Girl, Bully, Kids, and Wake in Fright.

Other: Cabin Fever, Antiviral, Repulsion, Arachnophobia, Bug, Jaws, Pet Sematary, Tremors, The Uninvited, Baxter, The Happening, The Ruins, and Lake Placid.

I just made the list until I was sick of writing it, but I hope you find some treasures!