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cyanide-chicken · 9 months

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SO i'm not dead! BUT i was working on a short film for the past year called aroon. very tough for me, but i learned a lot and i'm happy to commemorate it with some illustration

will try posting more regularly here and on my insta too!

#art #artists on tumblr #illustration #digital art #short film #2d animation #aroon #sorry for the wait!

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valhallakonbi · 3 months

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Kiss-Shot holding Hanekawa in her lap, like she did with Kyomi in Owarimonogatari, please 🙏

#sorry for the wait!#valhalla ask #kiss shot #hanekawa #fanart #art by op #monogatari series #oshino shinobu #hanekawa tsubasa #my art

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temtamtom · 11 months

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⚔️?

⚔️ A nation in a historical uniform

What's the opposite of a "happy camper"? Here's Romano in a (Light) Voltigeur uniform during the Napoleonic Wars.

Tfw your new boss is one of Napoleon's cronies, and now you're getting dragged around Europe to fight their wars.

I feel like the 1800s were certainly an interesting time for Romano and his personal growth (in my headcanons). There's a lot I'd love to properly explore some day.

This was quite challenging but I had a lot of fun drawing it in the end! Thank you for the ask ❤️

Less Meme-y version under "read more"

#sorry for the wait!#temmie tidbits #hetalia #historical hetalia #hws romano #aph romano #historians pls don't flame me I tried my best #There are a few inaccuracies I'm already aware of TuT #Romano / Il Principe

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evilcokito · 1 year

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If the colour pallette challenge still open can i ask for strawberry milkshake Malleus

MALLEUS DRACONIA x STRAWBERRY MILKSHAKE

#thankkss!!!#sorry for the wait!#twst #malleus draconia #twisted wonderland #twst malleus #this is hightly inspired in Xu Wei art #that Long hides among the branches of trees watching #hope you like it!#cocoart

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bakubunny · 14 days

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I think Katsuki would LOVE when you wear a shirt to bed that’s just to shirt to cover your underwear OR when you walk around in just a bra and pajama pants. I can’t explain it but I think (want) it’s true.

i thought i answered this?? but i guess i didn’t?? sorry!!

i know you’re right. 😔 the second you’re in a baggy tshirt or smth katsuki’s hands go directly for your ass. you know your ass is getting groped the moment he sees you. it’s almost an instinct atp. same thing with the pj pants and bra. he’s sneaking up behind you to put his hands on your tummy and your tits. you’re just too soft and cute not too.

#asks #sorry for the wait!#x reader #bakugou katsuki #aged up characters #bnha #mha

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fangswbenefits · 4 months

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About to post chapter 8 of The Arrangement 🩷

#ruby rambles ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾#sorry for the wait!

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karniss-bg3 · 5 months

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Writing prompt! Imagine Kar'niss and Tav actually getting into a disagreement about something relatively serious (something other than Kar'niss just getting grumpy about not feeding the shadows), and it being a moment of realization for one or both of them that Kar'niss is growing as a person to be more than just a yes-man to a perceived "majesty"

Weeks had passed since Tav’s arrival at Moonrise. During their stay they had bore witness to many incidents that made their skin crawl, atrocities which cemented in the idea that this may not be the place for them. They were in the process of packing their things, stuffing articles of clothing and supplies into their bag in a hurried fashion. Their mind often drifted to Kar’niss, one of few individuals in the accursed place they felt even a sliver of sympathy for. Yet he seemed cemented in place, unwilling to budge from his devotion, putting Tav in a conflicted state of mind. Distracted as they were they didn’t hear the soft clicking that moved along the wall, their concentration broken by a voice tucked away in a high corner.

“What is the True Soul doing?”

Tav whirled around, their heart rate kicking into high gear from the sudden intrusion. Their gaze drifted to see several reflective eyes peering at them from a darkened corner, watching Tav with an intensity that was slightly off putting. They often forgot there were many holes the drider could squeeze through if he wished it.

“Kar’niss, you startled me,” Tav said. They placed their hand on their chest in an effort to steady the rapid thumping within their rib cage. “I’m packing. I don’t think this is where I belong.”

Kar’niss’ pedipalps curled tight to his body, inching from his perch near the ceiling to creep closer to the ground. “True Soul is...leaving?”

“Yes,” Tav murmured, “I think that is for the best. I realize you hold loyalty to your Mistress but I at least ask for a head start before you inform the others. I’d like to think I’ve earned your trust enough for that much.” Tav swung their pack over their shoulder while turning to face the perplexed drider.

He frowned and climbed off the wall, his legs carrying him across the floor to bridge the gap between himself and Tav. “A traitor, a heretic…?! How dare one of Her faithful abandon Her!” He arced up while his front legs lifted into an aggressive stance.

Tav didn’t budge, reading Kar’niss’ face, able to see a tinge of uncertainty within his features. “No, how dare She treat one of Her faithful the way She does you.” Tav snapped, their chest pushed out in an effort to stand up to his advance.

“Wh—What? True Soul speaks lies. We are Her chosen, Her devout! We should rip out your blasphemous tongue!” Kar’niss shifted from side to side in an anxious trot, his hand retrieving the sword at his back.

“I am the first that has spoken any truth to you at all, at least in these walls. Don’t you see how they treat you? You’re less than dirt on the bottom of a shoe to these fanatics. They have one goal and they don’t give a shit who dies to obtain it. That includes you.”

“No, NO! Majesty loves us, She did not see an abomination in us. She saw a soldier, strong and loyal. A guide to shepherd Her followers into Her light. We are important!” Kar’niss’ breathing increased in pace, the grip on his sword hilt so tight that his knuckles grew ghostly pale.

“I don’t see you as an abomination either. Does that count for nothing? Who else besides me has spoken to you since I’ve been here? Who played beautiful music for you while you stood alone at the top of the tower?”

“But—“

“Who bandaged your wounds when the rest left you to die? Who called you by your name? Not drider, not web-arse, not eight-legged freak. Kar’niss!”

His hands trembled, his eyes darting around in confusion. “W-Wuh—We...are Her chosen. We are nothing without Majesty’s light…” His voice trailed off, wobbled and in pain.

“Which is the lie they have been feeding you since the beginning. But I don’t believe that, not for a second. I think you’re better than playing puppet to some selfish deity. You should come with me, leave this wretched place. Rise above the expectations of someone else.”

Kar’niss backed away from Tav as if he had been struck with a weapon, visibly panting from a growing panic. “They do not know us! They think they can barge in and try to lead us astray!”

“I am trying to lead you astray because I don’t want you to die here!”

“What does it matter if we die? Our lives are forfeit, we belong no where! We are nothing!” Kar’niss’ voice raised, his body lifting up more so as his inner anger churned deep within.

“Stop it, it’s NOT TRUE!”

“IT IS!”

“Tell me what the fuck you want!” Tav yelled as they stepped forward, invading the drider’s space despite how volatile the situation had grown.

“I—We…”

Tav marched up and poked Kar’niss directly between the pedipalps. “Don’t hold out on me now, speak for yourself for once.”

“Be silent!”

“Tell me, TELL ME!”

“To be more than THIS!” He cried, the grip on his sword lost causing it to hit the ground with a loud clang. His entire body quivered while he backed away from Tav. His form once puffed up and aggressive shrank down considerably, tucking himself away into a corner. He put his face in his hands, the sob he bit back escaped, a torrent of emotion unleashed. “I want to be more...than this.” His words were muffled by his hands, dripping with pent up anguish he kept locked away for far too long.

Tav exhaled a heavy breath while they rubbed the back of their neck, doing their best to calm down after the heated exchange. They wandered over to where Kar’niss sought to hide away, a frown etched over their features. “As do I. Please don’t give up, there is more for you out there than you may think.”

His hands lowered to reveal his face which was smeared with moisture. He stared at Tav a long moment to think over what was said, struggling to process it. Before he could respond the sound of quick footsteps were heard approaching the room. The door thrust open and a half-orc woman known as Z’rell entered.

“What is going on? We heard a commotion from downstairs!” Her eyes darted to Tav with scrutiny then wandered over to Kar’niss who looked upset. “Drider, you are meant to be on patrols. You’ve been asked not to hassle the True Soul. Must we take you to the dungeons for reeducation?”

Tav frowned while Kar’niss sucked in a sharp breath, his fear of such a fate radiating from his very pores.

“No, Disciple Z’rell. He is not hassling me,” Tav said.

The half-orc’s upper lip curled, taking note of the packed satchel over Tav’s shoulder. “And where is it you’re going? You’ve not been given any assignment.”

Tav’s breath hitched in their throat, their gaze wandering over to Kar’niss. They knew he could out them at any moment as he knew of their plan to leave. A silence fell over the room, each party involved looking to one another, the tension thick in the air.

“W-With us,” Kar’niss said. “We are to retrieve new followers, it is Majesty’s will. With a True Soul they will be more willing to follow an a-abomination.”

Tav’s eyebrows lofted with some surprise. They watched Kar’niss’ features, able to sense it pained him to lie and yet at the same time it was an odd sort of relief to him.

Z’rell huffed. “Very well, if it is in service to the Absolute. Do not be gone for long, we march for Baldur’s Gate soon. And for fucks sake keep it down.”

Both Tav and Kar’niss nodded. “Of course Disciple Z’rell, we understand. Thank you,” Tav said.

The warlock rolled her eyes and left the room, closing the door behind her with a firm slam. The pair left behind exhaled in unison, as close of a call as either could’ve expected. Tav turned to the drider who was still a little dazed and pensive.

“You saved my neck. Thank you, Kar’niss.”

He shook his head while rubbing his hands together in a nervous fervor. “She will be angry with us. We will be punished, She will take Her light away.”

Tav stepped in closer and reached out to cup his face in a bold move, guiding his chin to look at them. He was startled by the touch unsure how to react to it, but he wasn’t wholly opposed to the contact. “We will find a new light. Come with me, leave this place. Be more than this.” They paused and made eye contact with him. “Please.”

His lips trembled while his legs shuffled with hesitation, one hand rubbing at his plated arm in uncertainty. He had never defied the Absolute before, never even considered it. When he looked at Tav he felt things he couldn’t yet understand. Everything they said had been true even if some pieces were still difficult to fully accept. They were one of Majesty’s True Souls, maybe it meant more than he was meant to know.

“I...will go with you, True Soul. But we are afraid.”

Tav bowed their head and nodded. “I am too. Take comfort in the fact that we’ll be together. I won’t hurt you, I won’t make demands. Trust in me.”

Kar’niss’ brows knit, the very idea of trust a foreign concept all its own. “I will try.”

“Let’s get out of here.”

Kar’niss followed Tav out of the room, the pair wandering past the guards without incident. Kar’niss’ eyes darted around nervously as if certain all around him knew he was leaving for good, certain someone would call out their betrayal. No one did, not a peep to be heard from the residents within, all too self absorbed in their own goals and desires to care about the drider’s or Tav’s intent. They’d exit Moonrise tower and march away from it’s looming shadow toward Baldur’s Gate. Kar’niss stopped on the road to look over his shoulder at the building he’d called home for sometime now. A lingering sadness hung over him, the push and pull of desperation for the Absolute’s acceptance locked in a bitter battle with his deep rooted desire to carve his own path. He couldn’t be sure this was the right choice or even if he fully believed in it, brainwashed as he was. But there was a tiny voice growing within his mind, a spark of free thought that told him to follow Tav into the den of the unknown. For better or for worse this was the voice he chose to listen to. He ripped his gaze from Moonrise and looked ahead to Baldur’s Gate, dutifully marching behind Tav to seek out new horizons, his fate left hanging in the balance.

A crack had begun to form in the foundation of his faith. It would be up to Kar’niss if he wanted to nurture the sprouts of change—or stamp them out as weeds.

#baldur's gate 3 #kar'niss #bg3 #drider #karniss #baldurs gate 3 #answered #my writing #bg3 fic #bg3 fanfiction #kar'niss fanfic #kar'niss x tav #gender neutral tav #sorry for the wait!#took a while to think this one through #the ask box has reopened as well #sfw

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a-dime-a-day · 13 days

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If you take requests, I would LOVE to see a gif of the little dance in the alley ("if I hate the headline / I'll make up a headline ...") it's my favorite part 💓

Omg did I not answer this?? I thought I answered this but it's still in my inbox?? I'm so sorry idk what happened @ill-say-anything-i-hafta

I hope these are what you're looking for!!

#hmu if they're not #this is so trippy I swear I hit post before....#sorry for the wait!#carrying the banner #newsies #newsies 1992 #92sies #my gifs #tncr

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chirpsythismorning · 1 year

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I made a post about this a while back, where I talked about how Mike was the protagonist of the first two seasons of Stranger Things, and how this was supported by a lot of basic evidence, but also the fact that the cast was billed in order from Winona, David, then to Finn and Millie, etc.. Though this changed for s3-4, with Millie and Finn swapping spots, but still staying on the same slate together.

I've also talked about how Noah has been ranked ridiculously low on the list of credited actors, for example, for s1 he was listed AFTER the actor that played Lonnie... Yeah, that bad.

And so for season 5, especially with the byler endgame implications, I made a joke that if they went ahead and gave Millie her own credit spot, with Finn and Noah on their own slot right behind her, that would seal the deal for me. Byler endgame without a doubt. And... Today is that day!

Millie being bumped up behind the adult cast-members, with her own slate in the opening credits, because she has her own exclusive contract with Netflix? Check!

Finn and Noah being slated together now, right behind her, because Noah is being bumped up where he belongs? Check!

Just to be clear, I don't think this is going to impact the story much in terms of who gets the most focus out of the party members. Like, I don't think that just because they'll keep Noah's name below Finn's, that this means that Mike is going to have a bigger role than Will in the final season.

I just assumed it would be unprecedented to have Noah surpass Finn considering he started the show as the protagonist. Having both Millie and Noah surpass him would be out of the norm. And it looks like that was on par with what ended up happening.

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#stranger things #byler #stranger things 5 #sorry for the wait!#i almost made a whole stranger things opening credit intro to share this announcement in the tag #but then it didn't work out #and I was like shit i just need to post it already it's 1 am for me rn i need to go to bed

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zigadoodle · 26 days

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@the-ninja-girl-in-blue @rainbowwatermelon7 @cloudy-dreams

Sorry these took me so long to make, I have been busy working on other drawings and having art burn out.

I hope you all like them🙂

#art #welcome home #oc #zigadoodle #welcome home puppet show #puppets #art challenge #digital art #sorry for the wait!

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wolfsbane-and-nettles · 5 months

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“Chosen Horizons” will return Friday, December 1st!

Update schedule for “Chosen Horizons” will be every Friday, around 5pm CST!

12/01/2023

Chapter 22: No Rest For The Weary

12/08/2023

Chapter 23: Strange Company

12/15/2023

Chapter 24: Healing Hearts, Mending Bonds

12/22/2023

Chapter 25: Mine

If you missed the last chapter, “Hell Or High Water” you can read it here:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/45993712/chapters/128614432

If you haven’t read any of this yet, but are interested, you can start with the prologue here:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/45993712/chapters/115772953

Most importantly, if you’ve not read “Hesitate” yet, give it a quick read before Chapter 26 is released, as it is the back story for Thranduil, Legolas, and Tauriel, and will make certain aspects of the company’s time in Mirkwood much more interesting and meaningful. You can read that here:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/48544906

Thank you, and I hope you enjoy!

#bagginshield #thilbo #bilbo baggins #the hobbit #thorin oakenshield #hobbit fanfic #bilbo x thorin #bilbo/thorin #thorin x bilbo #fanfiction #hobbit fanfiction #hobbit fanart #sorry for the wait!#Its finally back!#I appreciate your patience!

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pinetreedan-wc · 5 months

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Could you do beenose design please? :]

Beenose

Gossip Girl

Thank you for the request! ☆

#beenose #sorry for the wait!#shadowclan #warriors #warrior cat designs #warriors designs #wc designs #warriors fanart #wc #erin hunter warriors #warrior cats #warrior cats designs #request #requests

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fatherforgivethem · 6 months

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Hi💚I saw your Hotd Hunger Games post and I couldn’t help but ask to do Hotd meets Bly Manor, or Hill House if you can🤷‍♀️

“I’m a dream, and so are you, and so are we…”

Alicent Hightower had only ever wanted to give her family a sense of adventure. She wanted them to see different parts of the country, and with her job as a house flipper, she had been able to do just that. Until recently….

She had wanted her children to like the new house, she had wanted herself to like the house; but something about it made her feel a certain kind of unwell. And no matter how she tried to encourage her children, it was a known fact that the family was sick and tired of Hill House.

Yet, life had changed when her little girl had begun to speak of figure she’d scene around the house. A women, she’d explained, that she called the Bent-Neck-Lady. And when Aemond had spoken of a very tall man he’d seen walking about the halls. All of it seemed to be going wrong. She herself had begun to see a vexing auburn-haired women that would snarl hateful nonsense into Alicent’s ears. Even Daeron hated the house. Aegon seemed to be doing the best out of all of them.

Her life felt like chaos, like madness. It was so mad that it drove her to point of no return. She felt light, like she was floating. She was once there, in the flesh with her children. And now, she was one with the house. She was of Hill House. Forever wandering the halls alone until a voice that sounded like her little girl’s rang through her ears like music.

Aegon could identify the exact moment that his and his families life had gone up in flames. It had been when his uncle Gwayne, who had been staying with them at Hill House, had pulled Aegon and his siblings from their beds, ordering them to keep their eyes closed as he lifted them in his arms and began running down the halls as fast as his feet could carry them.

He’d shoved them into a car and driven like a madman to the nearest hotel. It had been in the chaos of the car that his uncle had revealed what had happened to their mother. It was that exact moment that Aegon knew nothing would ever be the same and the family would be forever changed. The days after that night had been full of questions from Aegon and his siblings, but those questions had all gone unanswered by a shell shocked, almost hollow-looking Gwayne, who Aegon realized only the next morning had been covered in blood the night before when they’d escaped Hill House.

They had moved in with Gwayne. Who in Aegon’s opinion, was not stable enough to care for them after the death of his sister, Alicent. Aegon did what he could for his family. But despite his efforts they always seemed only just out of his reach. From then, time had gone on, and Aegon and his siblings and grown up. Aegon had married a man named Jace and the two opened a funeral home. They had a little girl and even Daeron had moved in with them, living in the guest house.

Aegon thought, or at least hoped, that life should have been set, it should have finally been at a place where they were all fine and happy. But that was never the case with the Hightower family. Aemond had fallen victim to nearest substance, Helena hadn’t been taking her meds in over a year, and it had all been left to Aegon to sort out, as their uncle Gwayne had become harder and harder to reach in the last several years. It seemed that Daeron and Aegon were the only ones holding on to some semblance of a healthy sibling relationship with each other.

Despite it all however, Aegon could at least say that it was going ok. Aegon had been able to get Aemond a place in a rehab facility. And Helaena had her husband to rely on. It was going ok… until Helaena had called.

Aemond had been seeing the man again. It had been ok for a little, it really had. He had been in a facility, one he had wanted to be at. He had been taking his medicine. He was even going on six months of sobriety. He was doing ok… until he saw him again. The man, the one with the hat who seemed to be at every corner that Aemond turned, always looking in the opposite direction. He had made the mistake of leaving the facility for a girl he thought had cared for him.

All he wanted was his family, he wanted his mom who he remembered only in pieces, he wanted his older brother Aegon who always knew what to do, but who Aemond knew was tired of him asking for money, he wanted his little brother who wanted nothing to do with him, and who he really wanted was his twin. Helaena. It was Helaena who would understand what he was feeling.

He had tried to stay somewhere, to sleep, but he only saw the man, the tall one who was always there, watching him. He had tried calling his uncle Gwayne but he hadn’t answered. He tried calling Aegon and Daeron but they hadn’t answered. When he called Helaena, she had sounded off, like something wasn’t right. Aemond could always tell when something wasn’t right with Helaena. The same way she could always tell with him. It was a twin thing. That’s what they’d always said. She had kept going on and on about Hill House. And the line had cut off after that. He needed to get to Helaena.

He needed them, his family. He would get to them somehow. He would.

Daeron knew people looked at him as odd for always wearing his gloves. As if wearing something on his hands made him a freak. It was just gloves, truly. And to others, he wanted to keep it that way. But he knew the truth. Those gloves protected him from knowing things that no else wanted to know. He could touch an object and feel the exact emotion of the last person that had used it. He could touch a couch and feel the emotions of the last person who has sat on it. He could touch a lamp and the same thing would happen. And with his mother gone, there wasn’t anyone to help him with it. He was all by himself when it came to this. And so, the only way to keep it in check was to put a barrier between himself and everything else. To put leather gloves over his skin. The odd stares people sent his way were worth it.

After the events at Hill House, Daeron had put most of his time and energy into school, and it wasn’t long before he was graduating and staring his job as a child’s psychologist. He could still remember the proud look that Aegon and Helaena had given him when he walked across the stage. Aemond had been absent. He’d been at one of many rehabs. All of that, the struggle of school, the absence of Aemond, that had all been before. Before everything else that soon occurred. Before Helaena’s husband had died and she had stopped taking her medication, before Aemond was nowhere to be found. Moving in with Aegon had been the best decision he made in a long time. They needed each other more than anything.

And so, years after Daeron had cut ties with Helaena and Aemond, years after dodging calls, Daeron was surprised to see Aegon so worked up after a voicemail from Helaena. It wasn’t long before Daeron was waking up in a fright. His sister was there. Back at the house they had sworn to forget all those years ago. He could feel it.

She was in the Red Room.

Life was a terrifying task that Helaena had been forced to live through as of recent. She had a husband, a charming man who had loved her despite her odd quirks and nightly terrors. He was loving and supportive, kind and gentle. She had needed him. The two had been happy, she had been happy for once in a long time. When her mother had passed, it seemed as if nothing would be the same again. However, when she met him, Arthur, her life had seemed to brighten. He was the lamp inside a dark room. Though, like most lamps, the bulb eventually went out and the room was left in the dark once more. He had gone in the night, a brain aneurism of all things. Unexpected and bewildering. One moment he was there, and the next, he was gone.

She had been plagued as a young child with night terrors. A woman with long black hair and a bent neck who seemed to float above her her bed and she jay there, or before her in a dark hallway. And each time she saw her, it was as if her body was stuck. Frozen. Paralyzed by fear. She couldn’t breathe, she couldn’t blink, she couldn’t scream. That was always the worst part.

It seemed it would never end. Until one day it did. She had been glad that she had called Aegon. Glad that she was able to leave some kind of message before departing.

If there was a creature in the woods, they would have seen her feet moving along the gravel and into the creaky house. Hill House, it was called. Now, if a particle of dust were to watch her, they would see her dance with no one, deeper and deeper into the house, until she was so far, that she could never dream of making her way back out. Until the world she had once known had been replaced with a world full of something different. Something less real.