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just a drummer vibin

-this is my oc, kay, from the @panic-at-the-disboard-cp / @bliss-the-band project :)

shes neat

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February 27, 1997

The Manager Arc: 1/3

—> Interactive Creepypasta Story: Arc One, Part One <—

Death was an unadulterated affair, unrelenting, unexpected, and the closest thing to equality in a god-ridden world. There were no absolutes, except the fact that everyone would greet her at some point in their soul’s existence. Trickling between life and the afterlife, it was the thin veil that co-existed within the two, overlapping and crossing, constant in its state and fluid. Perhaps it was never intended to be mixed, there were never supposed to be any overlappings or crossings, and yet somehow it happened to be like that. Trapped in between physicalities and extremities, somehow there were some that found themselves stuck, floating somewhere in the spectrum between the two. Not the good, nor the bad; not the righteous, nor the sinners, the so-so people, the ones who could still make a difference. This particular story is about those people.

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Welcome to the Show

- An Interactive Creepypasta Story -

“They say that ignorance is bliss, and the band would have to agree. This was do or die, the spotlight being the only thing repressing the guilt, the only thing keeping them at bay. Vibrations from the bass urged them forward; it was their only salvation from a life bond to another, the safety provided from the spotlight being a glimmering reminder of what would happen once they were out of the limelight. Running onto the stage, their fans greeted them with a ferocious roar of applause and screams, a lust for entertainment settled deep within them. This was their short time of ignorance, this was their lingering bliss. And as they saw the first audience member begin to drift away from themselves, turning towards the fate that was instilled upon them by the music, that feeling of bliss began to feel more complicated.“

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It’s true—we’re getting serious.

Interactive Creepypasta Story Ask Blog

Adapted from the “Ignorance is Bliss” Creepypasta written by @golden-buddle:

“They say ignorance is bliss. And I’d have to agree.

…Let me explain to you why, and you should probably sit down, this letter is going to be a long one.”

Project Collaborators:

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@golden-buddle 

@casualbabynoodles

@soft-for-marbles

@dickers-boy

@dr-pavil-nope

@spoken-paper-plane

@toastingstardust

@cuteheartz

@krart-917

… the show is about to begin. 

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Band- if you had to date any of your band mates, who would it be? 👀

Commie: “New Guy, well, I call him Alex but you get the point. Our energy combined is like a rabid racoon’s.”

New Guy: “Commie. The absolute chaos of us being together would rival god.”

Gates: Gates looked deadpanned into the camera. "I am too emotionally exhausted to be in the headspace to date anyone. And also," Gates held her left hand up to the camera, to show off an engagement ring.

Red: "God."

Doc: "Uhh to be honest i-i'm not much of a relationship person, but if this was a life or death kinda thing, then I'd choose myself. Mhm. Doc x Doc. Doccest." [bangs head on counter]

Kennedy: "No one. they all suck."

Abby: : “Oh, ahh, um, is it okay to answer that I’m not sure?” Abby looked around frantically, hoping to find someone to cover for her. Slowly, she looked down, defeated, and let out a quiet sigh. “I’m not really interested in dating anyone in the band.. I really look at all of them as family.” She gave a small chuckle, shaking her head before looking back up at the camera, “It’d be like dating a family member, yknow? Not really into that sort of thing.”

Hoodie: “Uhm, I don’t know. I guess New Guy? We’re pretty close. Haven’t really put much focus on dating right now. We’ve all been pretty focused on the band and our events. Can make it hard to develop romantic relationships. But I wouldn’t mind getting into one.”

Emi: “To be honest, I don’t have much of an interest in dating or an interest in any of the band members. However, if I only had the band as options, I would choose Hoodie. Hah...although probably not for the reasons you were thinking of, Anon. Ah yes, Hoodie and I? Would be a very ‘interesting’ duo indeed.”

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SCREECHES

https://youtu.be/xrch9AD5YR0

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Nice dress Hoodie, what's the occasion?

“I may or may not be going on a date. Maybe. Possibly. Theoretically.”

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hi🥺could you maybe,,, possibly,,, write some hcs for Red from Ignorance is Bliss👉🏻👈🏻m-maybe?

bro of COURSE 🥺

For those who don't know, Red is apart of s creepypasta me and my friends made. You can find more info at @panic-at-the-disboard

- bisexual

- Certified baby of the group

- loves to bake and give gifts to her bandmates

- she and doc stay up late reading shitty fanfictions

- canonically was the first to find out she died

- whenever the band goes shopping she rides in the cart

- surprisingly light

- she consistantly begs Emi to let her get a pet rat. Emi always says no

- Gates and Doc once convinced her to commit arson

- once stole a candy bar from a gas station but she felt really bad so the next time the band went to get gas she snuck the cashier one dollar

- she plays the flute

- once woke up at 3 am to find Emi scolding Doc for doing a "calling _ at 3 am challenge"

- she has a secret business where she sells homemade bracelets made from those kid arts and crafts kits and thats how the band pays rent

- shes the embodiment of the "here's some dunky donut because you're epic"

- she's a cinnamon roll but she can and will kill you

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band fic???? 👀👀🔫🔫🔫🔫

hell yeaH brO

Characters are from: @panic-at-the-disboard-cp

Genre: corn

CW/TW: Arson??? corn

Word Count: 1,249

Corn // Ignorance is Bliss

Nine people living in the same home. Nine mouths to feed. And all the burden of making sure everyone has been eating good and not destroying the kitchen falls on one person. And he’s currently trying to brainstorm what the fuck he’s gonna feed everyone tonight when the kitchen is empty.

A silver-haired woman sat on the counter, eyes glued onto the man as he paced all around the kitchen mumbling things to himself as pantries were being opened and closed repeatedly, hoping something else would just magically appear inside at some point.

“Dude don’t get too pressed about it, I’m sure they can do without dinner” The woman spoke, her head tilting to the side slightly as she eyed the frantic movements coming from the man looking for ingredients as the time for dinner approached.

Opening one of the pantries for the third time, he spoke. “They’ll riot, Commie, if I don’t give them food, someone else will become the food” He sighed as he closed the pantry and turned towards the counter where the woman, Commie, sat.

“Good point... What about the freezer? Have you looked in there yet?” She looked past the spot where the man stood and stared at the fridge and freezer with a curious expression. He shrugged and walked towards the appliances, silently praying that there is something inside before hesitantly opening the freezing compartment up.

And there it sat. A big bag of frozen corn. He stared at it for a solid thirty seconds before turning back to the now grinning silver-haired woman that found herself standing right behind him instead of sitting on the counter like before.

Commie’s expression was almost taunting, New Guy looked back at the bag of frozen corn and then at the grinning woman again. “I am not cooking this” He deadpanned, but Commie’s expression didn’t falter. “It’s either that or you’ll wake up toe-less and outside of the vents” She joked. Or was it a joke?

With a sigh, New Guy took the bag out of the freezer and closed it, walking past Commie and setting the frozen corn next to the microwave. “Woah, hey, what are you doing with that?” A third voice entered the room, causing both Commie and New Guy to look at the source of the sound, it was Red.

“Oh hi, Red-” “Making dinner” As Commie’s attempt at greeting the new person in the kitchen was interrupted by the man’s quick and straightforward response, the microwave door was opened, and suddenly everyone’s attention was on that. Commie’s eyes looked at the microwave then at Red as if to double-check they both thought the same thing.

“I- New Guy you don’t cook frozen corn on the microwave” Red’s tone was slightly hesitant and was tinted with a slight hint of confusion to it. “Yeah Alex, no idea what you’re doing but you’re meant to boil that” Commie’s spoke with a tone seemingly dumbfounded by what she assumed would be New Guy’s next actions.

He tilted his head and stared at both of them in confusion, opening his mouth slightly to say something only to be interrupted by yet another new person entering the already kinda cramped kitchen. “Yooo, we’re eating corn?” The new person, Doc, spoke as she eyed the bag of corn sitting next to the microwave.

“I guess, hey Doc, you’re meant to microwave this, right?” New Guy asked the girl as she took her earphones off and deadpanned him. “Who the fuck said I wanted my corn defrosted my man” Everyone stared at Doc for a second before a small ‘profanity’ was muttered by the man standing next to the kitchen appliance.

Commie walked towards the stove and took a pot out of a drawer next to it, filling it up with water before setting it on the stove-top and turning the fire on to start boiling the water. “This is how you cook frozen corn, Alex” The woman spoke as she took the bag of corn and dumped its contents inside the pot, leaving a bit of it still frozen and inside the bag for Doc.

Minutes passed as the corn boiled in the pot and Red and Doc dealt with New Guy’s occasional glares when they moved something or touched something that he has cleaned before they arrived. He liked his space to be neat dammit. Soon though, the corn was ready to be served, and everyone would have to scatter to the table eventually.

“Alright, that should be enough time, Commie could you pass me some bowls?” New Guy spoke as he turned the fire down and eventually off, not noticing Commie’s confused expression and lack of movement. “B-bowls? You mean cups, right?” The room fell silent. The man turned at the questioning voice and stared.

“Cups?” He spoke, his expression being a confused one, borderline concerned as Doc and Red both stared at the exchange. “Yeah, you serve corn in cups, that’s how you do it” Commie responded, genuinely believing what she said.

They both stared at each other, both dumbfounded for different reasons. “What’s taking the dinner so long, Gates is insisting in coming in here to check up on it” Someone else walked into the room, breaking the almost staring contest and directing herself towards New Guy, it was the Manager.

“Gates is gonna do what-” “Emi is corn served on a cup or a bowl?” New Guy’s questioning was now interrupted by Commie, oh how the turns have tabled.

The Manager looked at them both before answering. “Y’all eat corn?” Her tone was a confused one, genuinely asking if people actually ate corn on the regular. It was a dead-silent staring contest between everyone, no one entirely sure what the fuck was going on. 

“Times up fuckers where’s the food!?” A yell was heard and someone entered the room, a blonde-haired lady coming into the kitchen and instantly making New Guy’s blood pressure spike as fear of the kitchen, his kitchen, getting destroyed filled him whole.

Behind her were three other women, one holding a camera and pointing it at Gates, the blonde-haired girl who had just entered the place. “Nononono- Out of the kitchen, this is off-limits, all of you!” New guy quickly spat out as he motioned everyone to leave his kitchen.

“jUST PUT THE CORN ON A CUP ALEX” Commie basically yelled, New Guy responded. “nO IT’S SUPPOSED TO BE EATEN ON A BOWL” He yelled back, not expecting a response from the other parties that surrounded them. “yOU MONSTERS EAT IT HOT JUST CRUNCH THE FUCKING ICED CORN” Doc retaliated, the whole place was a bunch of yelling and intense arguing, it was chaos.

But someone was away from the spotlight, someone stood to the side, she smiled. The Manager smiled at the sight, the chaos, the yelling, the argument. She knew it was all fun and games, nothing serious, and yet, there was something else in that smile.

She took a small box out of her coat, flicked a small stick against it, threw it inside the oven that had the gas running on for a while. A small, tiny explosion occurred in the inside of the oven, the fire inside almost reaching the people standing by it. Someone ran to get the extinguisher. To everyone, Gates just pulled off one of their many fire incidents. 

Except to someone, the camera had been pointing at her the whole time, the hooded woman saw. But she knew better.

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BAND GROCERY SHOPPING HEAD CANONS, HAND EM OVER EMI 🔫🔫🔫

I’m here to deliver!!

Ignorance is Bliss: Shopping Headcanons

(for @panic-at-the-disboard-cp)

• None of the band members has a valid drivers license, not even the manger—doesn’t mean sometimes they don’t try though.

• No, after the last run-in with the law they decided to stick with Ubers or private drivers.

• Most of the “grocery shopping” is when the Manager sends out two unlucky souls to walk to the convenience store past hours in the dead of night.

• Yeah, they live on the bad side of town. Does that stop them? Absolutely not!

• Most of the time she’ll send Red and either Commie or Vivian depending on whose available—

• When all nine of them are at the crucial point of low resources that they need to all go shopping, it’s absolute chaos.

• For the most part, they all split up into designated “shopping” groups: Red and Vivian typically go off as a pair to get cleaning supplies and laundry detergents, Commie, New Guy, and Gates are instructed to get beauty and hygiene products, and Abby, Kennedy, and Doc help the manager get enough food to last them for the next month.

• They would prefer to shop in places like Target or Costco, but after being politely asked to never visit there again after the Gates incidences, they’ve been forced to shop at Walmart and Sams Club.

• It’s all good though! The Manager gives them her Sam’s Club membership card and allows them to fight over the one (1) free sample that gets dispensed from the kiosk machines.

• Doc almost always wins. No one can rival her energy to get food. Most of the older members usually back off so that the babies of the group can have the snacks (keyword: usually).

• Even though they have very designated lists of what they need to buy, the band always ends up coming home with shit that wasn’t on the list, for example a Thanos glove from the children’s section.

• One time, Kennedy placed one of those bags of clear pebbles into the cart and no one had the heart to tell her no. This happened a few more times and now the band has copious amounts of clear pebbles in their windowsills.

• Gates always goes through the posters in the arts and craft sections at Walmart every. single. time.

• Commie and Vivian are definitely the most responsible and chill while making sure the band has everything they need to function—

• New Guy insists on buying a new package of pens whenever they’re out, no matter how many times he’s told “no” and “we already have too many”.

• Red 100% sits in the shopping cart while Vivian pushes her around and sets various supplies situated around her.

• Abby looks at the fish in wonderment, and on more than one occasion the manager has asked her if she would like one to keep in her room. She always says no with a wistful sigh before turning away calmly, walking towards the fabric section.

• ...the manager forces the band members to carry all of the groceries up to the apartment.

• “I pay the bills, so that means you have to take care of the groceries.”

• Yeah, she’s kind of a bitch—

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it's pride month! Any LGBTQ+ members in the band?

We all apologize for the delayed response! But taking a picture of each member with their flags was a long process... Anyway, to answer your question, yes! Here we are! - Commie

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🤧💖Another Gates another day—

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new guy rickrolls everyone from the vents at 3am

we sent abby up there and

yea,,,,,that probably explains why we were missing a speaker at one of our concerts -_-

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Arson is Gate’s favorite hobby until the cops come

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Reason #1 Why we aren’t allowed in Walmart anymore

- Emi

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//We can stop tagging it as Creepypasta OC, as yes, it got accepted. We’re Canon.

https://creepypasta.fandom.com/wiki/Ignorance_is_Bliss

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Mun what the hell is this-