w/r/t Silent Hill talk, I haven’t been on ff.net in..................I mean a WHILE and someone *hunted down* my crackfic *fifteen years later*? DAMN that is potent stuff.
I will always love my Pyramid Head who is just a jolly guy doing his job and being utterly misunderstood outside of monster norms, protecting and avenging the women of Silent Hill as God (SH God) dictates. He’s been the bartender in my Inn Between Worlds since it opened, and he takes good, stern care of anyone who gets up to Unpleasantness.
It wasn’t until Shape of Water that I was able to admit out loud I crush on him *so hard*. PH, you’re good by me <3
(My headcanon is that the Scenes were either directly for James and thus part of the mystical realism ballet that is James’ judgement or else consensual and ‘scuse you for walking in mister)
(neither of the monsters involved have hands, I could see where they could use the help, and it’s not like we speak mannequin)
(Triangle Man HATES Sunderland Man)
Anyway, if you ever think “aaah I like this fic but it’s too old to leave a comment on”
it is lifeblood and only gets more potent the longer time goes on
Thank you reviewer wah
