This Blog Is A Disaster, Just Like The Writer

Robin Wright + Cary Elwes in THE PRINCESS BRIDE (1987), dir. Rob Reiner

I don’t ask for much in life.

Just a 6ft3, tattooed man that can gutteral growl like he’s unleashing a demon from the pits of hell, wearing a ski mask and will dominate the soul right out of my body until I forget my own name and only his runs through it

Y/N: (Throws a ring, aiming for Alastor's antlers, but it misses and hits him on the head.)

Alastor: (Without flinching, in a cheerful tone) My dear, if you wanted my attention, you could've just asked. But I must say, I've never been part of such a unique carnival game before.

Y/N: (Throws another ring, which bounces off his antlers and lands on the floor.)

Alastor: (Smirking) Ah, so close! You're getting better. At this rate, you might even win a stuffed demon by the end of the century.

Y/N: (Laughs) Come on, Alastor, hold still. I almost had it that time!

Alastor: (Chuckling) Darling, I am the very picture of stillness. It's your aim that's more unpredictable than a sinner in a confessional.

Y/N: (Throws another ring, this one hitting Alastor squarely in the forehead.)

Alastor: (Feigning shock) Oh, bullseye! Though I must say, your accuracy with insults is far more impressive. But do carry on; this is the most entertainment I've had since the last apocalypse.

Y/N: (Grinning) Just you wait, I'll get one on there.

Alastor: (Laughs heartily) I'm sure you will, my dear. And when you do, I'll even let you choose the next twisted little game we play. Just remember, I always have a few tricks up my sleeves... or should I say, antlers?