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List of Personality Traits

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Positive Traits (234 = 37%)

Accessible

Active

Adaptable

Admirable

Adventurous

Agreeable

Alert

Allocentric

Amiable

Anticipative

Appreciative

Articulate

Aspiring

Athletic

Attractive

Balanced

Benevolent

Brilliant

Calm

Capable

Captivating

Caring

Challenging

Charismatic

Charming

Cheerful

Clean

Clear-headed

Clever

Colorful

Companionly

Compassionate

Conciliatory

Confident

Conscientious

Considerate

Constant

Contemplative

Cooperative

Courageous

Courteous

Creative

Cultured

Curious

Daring

Debonair

Decent

Decisive

Dedicated

Deep

Dignified

Directed

Disciplined

Discreet

Dramatic

Dutiful

Dynamic

Earnest

Ebullient

Educated

Efficient

Elegant

Eloquent

Empathetic

Energetic

Enthusiastic

Esthetic

Exciting

Extraordinary

Fair

Faithful

Farsighted

Felicific

Firm

Flexible

Focused

Forecful

Forgiving

Forthright

Freethinking

Friendly

Fun-loving

Gallant

Generous

Gentle

Genuine

Good-natured

Gracious

Hardworking

Healthy

Hearty

Helpful

Herioc

High-minded

Honest

Honorable

Humble

Humorous

Idealistic

Imaginative

Impressive

Incisive

Incorruptible

Independent

Individualistic

Innovative

Inoffensive

Insightful

Insouciant

Intelligent

Intuitive

Invulnerable

Kind

Knowledge

Leaderly

Leisurely

Liberal

Logical

Lovable

Loyal

Lyrical

Magnanimous

Many-sided

Masculine  (Manly)

Mature

Methodical

Maticulous

Moderate

Modest

Multi-leveled

Neat

Nonauthoritarian

Objective

Observant

Open

Optimistic

Orderly

Organized

Original

Painstaking

Passionate

Patient

Patriotic

Peaceful

Perceptive

Perfectionist

Personable

Persuasive

Planful

Playful

Polished

Popular

Practical

Precise

Principled

Profound

Protean

Protective

Providential

Prudent

Punctual

Pruposeful

Rational

Realistic

Reflective

Relaxed

Reliable

Resourceful

Respectful

Responsible

Responsive

Reverential

Romantic

Rustic

Sage

Sane

Scholarly

Scrupulous

Secure

Selfless

Self-critical

Self-defacing

Self-denying

Self-reliant

Self-sufficent

Sensitive

Sentimental

Seraphic

Serious

Sexy

Sharing

Shrewd

Simple

Skillful

Sober

Sociable

Solid

Sophisticated

Spontaneous

Sporting

Stable

Steadfast

Steady

Stoic

Strong

Studious

Suave

Subtle

Sweet

Sympathetic

Systematic

Tasteful

Teacherly

Thorough

Tidy

Tolerant

Tractable

Trusting

Uncomplaining

Understanding

Undogmatic

Unfoolable

Upright

Urbane

Venturesome

Vivacious

Warm

Well-bred

Well-read

Well-rounded

Winning

Wise

Witty

Youthful

Neutral Traits (292 = 18%)

Absentminded

Aggressive

Ambitious

Amusing

Artful

Ascetic

Authoritarian

Big-thinking

Boyish

Breezy

Businesslike

Busy

Casual

Crebral

Chummy

Circumspect

Competitive

Complex

Confidential

Conservative

Contradictory

Crisp

Cute

Deceptive

Determined

Dominating

Dreamy

Driving

Droll

Dry

Earthy

Effeminate

Emotional

Enigmatic

Experimental

Familial

Folksy

Formal

Freewheeling

Frugal

Glamorous

Guileless

High-spirited

Huried

Hypnotic

Iconoclastic

Idiosyncratic

Impassive

Impersonal

Impressionable

Intense

Invisible

Irreligious

Irreverent

Maternal

Mellow

Modern

Moralistic

Mystical

Neutral

Noncommittal

Noncompetitive

Obedient

Old-fashined

Ordinary

Outspoken

Paternalistic

Physical

Placid

Political

Predictable

Preoccupied

Private

Progressive

Proud

Pure

Questioning

Quiet

Religious

Reserved

Restrained

Retiring

Sarcastic

Self-conscious

Sensual

Skeptical

Smooth

Soft

Solemn

Solitary

Stern

Stoiid

Strict

Stubborn

Stylish

Subjective

Surprising

Soft

Tough

Unaggressive

Unambitious

Unceremonious

Unchanging

Undemanding

Unfathomable

Unhurried

Uninhibited

Unpatriotic

Unpredicatable

Unreligious

Unsentimental

Whimsical

Negative Traits (292 = 46%)

Abrasive

Abrupt

Agonizing

Aimless

Airy

Aloof

Amoral

Angry

Anxious

Apathetic

Arbitrary

Argumentative

Arrogantt

Artificial

Asocial

Assertive

Astigmatic

Barbaric

Bewildered

Bizarre

Bland

Blunt

Biosterous

Brittle

Brutal

Calculating

Callous

Cantakerous

Careless

Cautious

Charmless

Childish

Clumsy

Coarse

Cold

Colorless

Complacent

Complaintive

Compulsive

Conceited

Condemnatory

Conformist

Confused

Contemptible

Conventional

Cowardly

Crafty

Crass

Crazy

Criminal

Critical

Crude

Cruel

Cynical

Decadent

Deceitful

Delicate

Demanding

Dependent

Desperate

Destructive

Devious

Difficult

Dirty

Disconcerting

Discontented

Discouraging

Discourteous

Dishonest

Disloyal

Disobedient

Disorderly

Disorganized

Disputatious

Disrespectful

Disruptive

Dissolute

Dissonant

Distractible

Disturbing

Dogmatic

Domineering

Dull

Easily Discouraged

Egocentric

Enervated

Envious

Erratic

Escapist

Excitable

Expedient

Extravagant

Extreme

Faithless

False

Fanatical

Fanciful

Fatalistic

Fawning

Fearful

Fickle

Fiery

Fixed

Flamboyant

Foolish

Forgetful

Fraudulent

Frightening

Frivolous

Gloomy

Graceless

Grand

Greedy

Grim

Gullible

Hateful

Haughty

Hedonistic

Hesitant

Hidebound

High-handed

Hostile

Ignorant

Imitative

Impatient

Impractical

Imprudent

Impulsive

Inconsiderate

Incurious

Indecisive

Indulgent

Inert

Inhibited

Insecure

Insensitive

Insincere

Insulting

Intolerant

Irascible

Irrational

Irresponsible

Irritable

Lazy

Libidinous

Loquacious

Malicious

Mannered

Mannerless

Mawkish

Mealymouthed

Mechanical

Meddlesome

Melancholic

Meretricious

Messy

Miserable

Miserly

Misguided

Mistaken

Money-minded

Monstrous

Moody

Morbid

Muddle-headed

Naive

Narcissistic

Narrow

Narrow-minded

Natty

Negativistic

Neglectful

Neurotic

Nihilistic

Obnoxious

Obsessive

Obvious

Odd

Offhand

One-dimensional

One-sided

Opinionated

Opportunistic

Oppressed

Outrageous

Overimaginative

Paranoid

Passive

Pedantic

Perverse

Petty

Pharissical

Phlegmatic

Plodding

Pompous

Possessive

Power-hungry

Predatory

Prejudiced

Presumptuous

Pretentious

Prim

Procrastinating

Profligate

Provocative

Pugnacious

Puritanical

Quirky

Reactionary

Reactive

Regimental

Regretful

Repentant

Repressed

Resentful

Ridiculous

Rigid

Ritualistic

Rowdy

Ruined

Sadistic

Sanctimonious

Scheming

Scornful

Secretive

Sedentary

Selfish

Self-indulgent

Shallow

Shortsighted

Shy

Silly

Single-minded

Sloppy

Slow

Sly

Small-thinking

Softheaded

Sordid

Steely

Stiff

Strong-willed

Stupid

Submissive

Superficial

Superstitious

Suspicious

Tactless

Tasteless

Tense

Thievish

Thoughtless

Timid

Transparent

Treacherous

Trendy

Troublesome

Unappreciative

Uncaring

Uncharitable

Unconvincing

Uncooperative

Uncreative

Uncritical

Unctuous

Undisciplined

Unfriendly

Ungrateful

Unhealthy

Unimaginative

Unimpressive

Unlovable

Unpolished

Unprincipled

Unrealistic

Unreflective

Unreliable

Unrestrained

Unself-critical

Unstable

Vacuous

Vague

Venal

Venomous

Vindictive

Vulnerable

Weak

Weak-willed

Well-meaning

Willful

Wishful

Zany

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Hi Beast! Do you know any good websites for story/plot charting?

I had to do some research for this question! Look at you guys, making me dig through the bowels of the earth.

Hiveword - Requires you to create an account, but it’s free; allows you to make lists for your characters and their descriptions, list out your plot/story flow, has a built-in name generator and more

Read-Write-Think - Though this one seems to be geared toward younger kids, don’t be fooled - it has different charts that allow you to type out your plot, characters, setting, and resolution via visual maps; the only drawback is that it’s somewhat too simplistic, and doesn’t account for overly complex plots but it’s good for mapping out all the base information needed to plan your story

Scrapple - An app for PCs and Macs that is basically a combination between a mind map and a basic text-editing software, but geared specifically toward writers (if you don’t know what a mind map is, here’s a helpful article); the downside is that it’s $15, but there’s a free trial version available on the linked site

LitLift - Free site (with account registration) that allows you to organize your stories, characters, and plots (similar to Scrapple); also has sharing capabilities so that you can share your story within the site - you can also browse other peoples’ stories if they’ve been shared

Scrivener - Another app for PCs and Macs; like a more advanced version of Microsoft Word, except that it gives you an outliner to list out your ideas/plots/etc, ‘index cards’ to keep your ideas organized, ‘scrivenings’ - which basically function as tabs to switch between manuscripts, and a lot more; downside is that it’s $45, but once again there’s a free trial available on the linked site

Storyplanner - Site that has lists of resources where you can select from novel/short story, screenplay, or nonfiction and it asks you further questions in detail about your story; great for getting all your ideas out in one go (I look at it as sort of a ‘quizilla’ for your story, except it’s not full on Mary Sues and sadness); the site is free to use, but there is a premium edition, though you don’t really need it (you can just copy your answers to your nearest document)

Hemingway - Though this one is more useful for editing rather than planning, this in-browser site that allows you to either write right in the browser or copy/paste text into the window; points out any writing errors, repeated syntax, long-ass sentences, and all kinds of other helpful editing advice; there’s also a desktop version available for download

If anyone finds anything else that’s helpful, feel free to add it!

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Hi Beast! Do you know any good websites for story/plot charting?

I had to do some research for this question! Look at you guys, making me dig through the bowels of the earth.

Hiveword - Requires you to create an account, but it’s free; allows you to make lists for your characters and their descriptions, list out your plot/story flow, has a built-in name generator and more

Read-Write-Think - Though this one seems to be geared toward younger kids, don’t be fooled - it has different charts that allow you to type out your plot, characters, setting, and resolution via visual maps; the only drawback is that it’s somewhat too simplistic, and doesn’t account for overly complex plots but it’s good for mapping out all the base information needed to plan your story

Scrapple - An app for PCs and Macs that is basically a combination between a mind map and a basic text-editing software, but geared specifically toward writers (if you don’t know what a mind map is, here’s a helpful article); the downside is that it’s $15, but there’s a free trial version available on the linked site

LitLift - Free site (with account registration) that allows you to organize your stories, characters, and plots (similar to Scrapple); also has sharing capabilities so that you can share your story within the site - you can also browse other peoples’ stories if they’ve been shared

Scrivener - Another app for PCs and Macs; like a more advanced version of Microsoft Word, except that it gives you an outliner to list out your ideas/plots/etc, ‘index cards’ to keep your ideas organized, ‘scrivenings’ - which basically function as tabs to switch between manuscripts, and a lot more; downside is that it’s $45, but once again there’s a free trial available on the linked site

Storyplanner - Site that has lists of resources where you can select from novel/short story, screenplay, or nonfiction and it asks you further questions in detail about your story; great for getting all your ideas out in one go (I look at it as sort of a ‘quizilla’ for your story, except it’s not full on Mary Sues and sadness); the site is free to use, but there is a premium edition, though you don’t really need it (you can just copy your answers to your nearest document)

Hemingway - Though this one is more useful for editing rather than planning, this in-browser site that allows you to either write right in the browser or copy/paste text into the window; points out any writing errors, repeated syntax, long-ass sentences, and all kinds of other helpful editing advice; there’s also a desktop version available for download

If anyone finds anything else that’s helpful, feel free to add it!

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I'll be terminating my Tumblr account, you can find me in your lucid dreams.

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This may have been a dream but I remember distinctively that there was an I-Carly episode where Obama geust starred and he was introduced by coming out of a gigantic pair of pants.

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Yes hello, can someone please help me, whenever I mix the primary colors of acrylic paint to make any secondary color, the secondary color looks grey and dull, this is especially hard when im trying to create purple, can someone give me some sage advice?

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uuu thank u anon!! i hope this can explain it :^o

i use overlay all the time to make colours more vibrant and to make areas warmer or cooler. good for colourful ambient light (like glowy magic stuff).

multiply is really good for establishing a light source very quickly!! play around with the hue to get shadows with cool colours. for more detailed work you can use two or three tones on a multiply layer for more dimension.

screen is something i only recently started using regularly! it’s really great if you have a very bright light source. you can also use screen and paint on the edges of a backlit character to make the lighting more intense. a good thing to know about screen layers is that the darker the colour you use, the less it lightens; using black on a screen layer leaves no effect on the colours underneath (the opposite is true for multiply layers!).

and you can also use these layers for an entire painting instead of just on a character! i don’t have a visual example on hand, but stuff like making the area around a warm light source warmer, making a light source brighter and more vibrant, or using gradients set on multiply or screen are just some of the ways you can apply these to a full painting :)

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The second out of 3 tiny color tutorials, I did for a school assignment. 

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Im sorry, but I gotta do this-

✨ATTENTION HAZBIN HOTEL(OC) ARTIST AND WRITERS! ✨

#ROSEGARDENINHELL  is happening between the 09th-15(16)th of April 2019!

———————

April when the roses of hell bloom, you are invited to a Rose Garden in party.

Join in with your own OCs or canon characters and just have fun!

DAY 1~2: You’re Invited! Who should I ask to go with?

Your character has just been invited to the party! What’s their reaction, their first thoughts?  

Well now that your invited, you’ll need a date (or a friend to go with, if you prefer.) Interact with other artists and draw/write how they ask them out! 

-If there is no suitable partner, it is okay to participate alone.

DAY 3:  What to Wear? in Red Carpet and Photo Zone

A stunning outfit to steal the spotlight! Draw/write your character in their Rose Garden party outfit.

Important notice! I want your characters to follow the dress code, which is rose! Ornaments ok! Costume design ok! Anything related to roses, ok! Points to note. A character dressed in a dress not related to a rose, which is the theme of the dress code, is not allowed to enter the party.

DAY 4:  The Big Night In Rose Garden.

The night has come! You’re all arriving at the party room, what’s your characters reaction, what’s the first thing they do? Eat all the food? Get blackout drunk? Will sing on stage? Or will play the instrument? Will share love with beauty?

DAY 5~6: Rose Garden. A rose for you.

You’ve got a rose of three colors.

Red rose means love

Yellow roses symbolizing friendship(No number limit So you can give to many people.)

Black roses given to the most beautiful people in the party

Give the rose to someone who you think is appropriate for it. Of course you can give it to one person or give it to yourself.

Do not be sad even if you do not get a rose. Next time, you’ll have a chance.

DAY 7: Would you like to Dance? or….

Lastly, draw your character dancing with their partner, or enjoying time by themselves! Or spend time in a secret place with your partner.

DAY 8: Event End

Freely draw the character after the event.

——————–

TAG YOUR WORKS AS #ROSEGARDENINHELL SO OTHER ARTISTS AND I CAN SEE WHAT BEAUTIFUL STUFF YOU’VE MADE!

Because every countries are in different time zones, the event will be based on Korea’s time. The event starts at 8:00pm(UTC+09).

author : @savs-art 

Take this post to your blog. And share this invitation with your friends.

THANK YOU! HAVE FUN!

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Hoodie, pull up your fucking pants-wait, no, WAIT-

newwwww style baby !!!!!!!!!!

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M'kay, so I drew the same image in four different styles, sue me-

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I decided to draw something with a more sketchy outline, rather then my usual crayon or bold like line work that I do, so here you go-eyeless jack giving trinity a helping hand!

-Duration Time-

2 hours, 27 minutes, 36 seconds

-Program used-

IbispaintX

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She stumbled in as another strong gust of wind pushed her into the building, the left double door caving in and flinging open, banging against the wall. The sudden slam echoed into the living room and empty space, causing her to grimace and scramble to close the door. So much for stealthy.

The chilling sounds of an oh so familiar cartoon reached her ears. She averted her gaze to a nearby wall as she shut and locked the door behind her, feeling the harsh breeze rattling the doorknob as she did so. She could hear the show, but at the same time she could somehow still see the up and down jerky mouth movements of the ship on the screen, that horrible horrible laugh. She had a bad rep with the show, having watched one episode as a kid, that kind of cut cable from her family forever. It was just a fucking show, but dear god it was sickening, especially the character, the skin taker. His mouth movements weren't particularly pleasing, he grinded his teeth left to right instead of the normal way a puppet should, up and down.

After her silent and short lived panic cooled down, she brushed herself off like something had stuck to her whilst she had made her way to the mansion, that wasn't the case, every hair was in place, not a single thing had ruined her appearance, because she was perfect. She strived to be the embodiment of perfection.

Ever so casually, she heaved the heavy backpack off of her shoulders before slinging it onto one of the rings of the sturdy coat rack, testing the stability before letting go and turning her head towards the three or so figures hanging on the couch, watching-that show. It should be static to her by now, right? Right?

She narrowed her eyes at the characters, trying to identify them with what little light shed onto their figures from the soft luminescent glow of the screen, then-it clicked. Sideburns, Ashy, and Goggles McGhee. Three of whom she didn't exactly interact with-well, what do you expect, with the higharchy of this damned mansion, you would be a fool to even glance at the musketeers with what authority they had. She began to back away, her clammy hands folding together as a possible comfort technique.

They all seemed fixated on the small retro TV, she often wondered how the hell they got cable and electricity all the way out here, she's made a theory that there was some sort of electrical system only for pastas or something, but its an extremely weak theory. She rolled her eyes and silently scoffed, uninterested in the activity. Its safe to say she hasn't watched TV in a while, 5 years at best, considering her RV just barely has electricity, she doesn't need a TV-well, she wish she had one, sort of.

Sideburns, or Masky, to others, sat with him. It would be foolish to address a proxy as an equal, she had a silent respect for them both, strong powerful beings whom don't have to slave away with a broom every day. They're living the life-well, not exactly. She was one who was allowed to remember her past life, give or take she had succumbed to the fact she had no hope of returning to it in the future.

Suddenly, as quick as a crack of lightening, Ashy turned his head away from the screen, the black endless orbs of the mask peering into the darkness, she heard a deep inhale. What was it doing? She deemed him it for just a moment, his movements so animalistic you could actually feel the wild like aura he held. Oh god, his gaze had directed om her. He made a movement with his hand, seeming to slap Sideburns on the shoulder with the back of his hand, causing Sideburns to startle a bit before glancing back over his shoulder. Well, this is-she didn't know what to call it. Disturbing? Unnerving? She didn't like the position she was in, then-Ashy began to rise from the couch, he began to speak-there was a raspy undertone in his voice, like he doesn't use it a lot, something seemed to creep from his words, something slimy and black with a bunch of tiny legs.

"Who are you."

It seemed more like a demand then a question, she flinched on instinct as she felt eyes almost immediately peer towards her in the darkness.

"Your dad, im back with cigs"

Ashy seemed to be narrowing his eyes-or lack of, definitely lack of, on her. She swollowed the hard forming lump in her throat as she tried to turtle into her clothes, seemingly phased by the cold glare that the being was somehow directing at her.

She froze in place, only then realizing that she was backing away, the heels of her boots scuffing the peeling yellowed hideously wallpapered wall behind her as she drew her arms to her chest, her head lowering to cover her neck in case the figure went for a punch to her throat. How does someone answer that?

"Hey, my name is Trinity, im the fucking maid who washes the skid marks from your undies, good luck holding a proper conversation with me because the only thing I want to talk about is how fucking horrible my job is, I hadn't had proper social interaction in, like 5 years!"

Yea, that would totally work, her hand slid into her coat, fingering the Browning high power 9 mm pistol that bounced at her hip. It gave her a raw sense of empowerment, like she was a ring leader, and Eyeless jack was a lion.

"My name is Trinity. I clean up around here, I usually do it at night, but I had something to do last night and never had to opportunity."

She was mildly impressed by the steady dull flat tone she used and how she was able to speak over a mumble. She didn't get to cocky yet, how would they believe her? Did she have to whip out her bottle of Windex and cleaning rags?

"That's a nice name."

Masky was a little unamused by the female. Sure, he may not of seen her before, but no, she doesn't faze him. He blinked slowly, then looked over at Jack. Look, it'll be pretty sad seeing this gremlin of a woman try and fail to fight this hulking figure, so he decided to give her a hand and take her word for it. Most creatures couldn't pass through the mushroom circle anyways.

His voice sounded deep, as though he hasn't slept for a couple of centuries, with a bit of a smokers cough. He didn't introduce himself, who cares for casualties? His gaze darted towards Goggles McGhee , instead of soaking the drama in, the male was leaning forward, fixated on the static covered screen as if it was the most engrossing morning cartoon he's ever watched. Sideburns rolled his eyes underneath the black opaque fabric covering the eyeholes of his mask before glancing back at the gorl.

She pursed her lips together, her eyebrows knitting in confusion as the words had rolled around in her mind, slowly peacing together into a sentence, a little lightbulb finally flicked on inside her mind as she nodded slowly. "Thank you-?" It seemed more like a question, its been a while since she actually-got a compliment, you know? Because she was the embodiment of loneliness.

Ashy, on the other hand, would need a bit more convincing. If he could, he would have already tackled her to the ground and ripped out her spine from her still squirming soon to be corpse, but something was nagging him in the back of his mind, something was telling him that maybe she was telling the truth. He ignored that tiny thought, his hand sliding into the grey worn and bleach stained hoodie he adorned before fingering the warm smooth metal of the blade. It felt alive, due to how his body tempature was keeping it warm.

"I smell bullcrap."

"It's probably your upper lip."

Her gaze adverted back to Ashy, a frown tugging on her lips as she cocked her head. "Well, im sorry to hear that, would you like me to elaborate?" She held a snarky comment on the back of her tongue, it pressed against her teeth, struggling to push out before she heard the soft thump of a stuffed toy hitting a step and the pats of tiny feet hitting the smooth floorboards of the second story hall. There was a flash of a dirty salmon color in the corner of her eye before it dissapeared, She couldn't keep one eye on jack and the other on the toy, so she kept her eyes on jack, but did address the toys presence for future reference.

Jack turned his head, listening in-a giggle erupted from the hallway, high pitched and playful. Sally. Ashy couldn't see Sally, also known as button eyes-but he could smell her. She always smelt of letting meat and sugar cookies. His defensive attitude kicked in as he gripped his scalpel in a vice-like grip, bristling like an angry cat at this point “I don’t know who you are, but you don’t belong here, if you worked here over night then I'd at least would have picked up your scent.” he growled, his heart rate picking up.

His chest hurt, the goop kept streaming from his sockets, he felt his headache lightly at the back of his skull as he rolled his shoulders.

"Well, if you were able to smell me, then you'd possibly be able to smell yourself and take a bath for once, news flash-you reek of death."

The words left her mouth before she could comprehend what was happening, she mentally struggled to shovel them back down her gaping maw before it was too late, a flash of regret misted her eyes, but it was true, even from here, she could smell the rotting flesh interlaced between with teeth and underneath his nails. This seemed to silently enrage him. "Look-you, do I need to prove it? This place would be a fucking dump without me." She jabbed her thumb into her chest, her eyes narrowed into an ice spiked glare, she was going all out with this.

She felt angry, frustrated, scared, etc.... Why the hell was she even having this argument in the first place? It was clear that this person was insignificant and unimportant-no, that's not true, that's definitely not true, they were important, they were strong, they could kill her.

Sideburns looked back and forth to who was talking. The conversation was going nowhere, the two only threw threats at one another whilst also trying to gain the upper ground, it was aggravating. He blinked hard, almost shed a tear, but he's extremely dehydrated. His tiredness was getting the best of him, which is a bad thing in this situation.

"Look, how about we let her go, besides, she cleans. I mean, it's like arguing with a janitor, you're not going anywhere if they speak Spanish."

She was tempted to gasp melodramatically, how dare he compare her to a janitor-but she didn't, she kept silent, ever so slowly closing her eyes and pinching the bridge of her nose to suppress the oncoming headache. Dear lord, save her soul, she didn't ask for this, she didn't ask for this job, it just came to her. In all honesty, she wanted to crawl into a ball and dissapear into a black endless void, she was edgy like that-no, she actually wanted to be home. She wanted to be back at home before she had moved away from college, back with her mom and three brothers, as they danced in the bare widely spaced living room to music. Those were the good times, before she changed her hair and begun to wear eyeliner and smoke pot. Before she met all her horrible wreckless teenage friends, back when she was as free as a bird.

Ashy then, at the last moment, reconsidered before  forcing himself to put his weaponry away back into the hoodie pocket it had previously resided in, such a shame he couldn’t use it today.

“If you make one wrong move or even lay a finger on Sally you won’t be so lucky...” he said with a snarl.

Jack turned his back to the woman with one final glance before turning back and giving his sleeve a sniff, even through his mask he could smell how horrid the stench emitting from his body was, his nose wrinkling in disgust. She was somewhat right, he hasn't bathed in a while.

"I'm sorry, who?"

She didn't know who this "Sally" was, perhaps it was the figure that had raced away, leaving the stuffed toy behind. She felt a bit more relaxed, give or take she no longer was an antelope dangled by the bind legs above a pit full of tigers, the corner of her mouth twitched upward, almost forming a small smile before dropping.

Thank the Lord, someone changed the channel, that droning static of candle cove was enough to make her want to rip her eyes and ears out as she envied the death. She felt a bit more clumsy now, with both her actions and her words, she needed to stay sharp, at any moment, Ashy could lunge at her and plunge that tiny little weapon of his into her gut, she wasn't a fan of dying.

"Hey, I was watching that!"

Goggles McGhee flung his hands upwards a bit before shaking his head and cussing underneath his breath. Sideburns had begun to flip through channels to see what else was on besides that creepy cartoon, he eventually landed on some sort of modeling show, the clothes they wore were hideous and it seemed that 20 gallons of hair spray held each models hair in place.

After getting little to no response, she rolled her eyes and grimaced, disgusted in her own behavior, but she couldn't help but let a sense of satisfaction and entitlement seep into her as she crossed her arms. Now then, what shall she do first? She supposed cleaning the fridge out should be what she should start off with, if she survives that, the rest of her chores would seem to be mildly easy. She turned on her heel, heading towards the kitchen with the black snakey like tail dragging behind her, whipping or flicking slightly.

Once she entered the kitchen, she noticed how dark in the room it was, considering the grime on the outside windows and the blackout curtains on the inside, her hand reached up, patting along the wall for a switch as she tried to peer through the darkness. "We're back in harmony." She muttered to herself. It was a small quote from one of her favorite books she had as a young teen, a thick novel of sorts. Finally, she found the switch before flicking it upwards with one hand, almost immedietely the bright shockingly white glare of the light above caused her to hiss and squint in distain, her hands flying to her eyes to cover them as the shock of the sudden light gradually released.

Ever so slowly, she removed her hands from her eyes, dropping them to her sides and taking a moment to review the previous events and peace together what happened. Should she apologise, should she say sorry for even being there? No, she had every right to be there, you shouldn't accuse someone of being an enemy just because you don't see them on a day to day basis. She felt slightly hurt, like she was uninvited in the only work space she had.

She shook her head quickly frim side to side, her glossy dark locks bobbing around before she shuddered. "No, im not going to do that. Risky, risky-" she didn't finish her sentences per usual, how could she? Besides, it wouldn't matter if she apologised or not,  in about 4 hours or so she could head back to her RV. In 4 hours, this would be nothing, she would go back to working at night, she would go back to the silence and solitude and peace. This was a mere ripple in her pond of routine.

It was time to get to work.

[sarcasm-loathing-blog]

Me: I need a library card, but I just moved so I don’t have an ID with my address or any mail with it.

Librarian: -slides me a blank library postcard- Write your address on this like it would be mailed to you.

Me: Sure?

Librarian: -takes it back- Great! Now we have mail with your address on it!

Me: …does it really work that way?

Librarian: the rules don’t say it DOESN’T work that way. Here’s your new library card!

[sarcasm-loathing-blog]

best thing i learned today: “The Loud American” role in Japanese businesses

[sarcasm-loathing-blog]

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"Ne faites pas confiance à la façade"

"Flashlight, Zippo, matches, flare gun, bandaids, gauze, extra batt-"

One by one by one, items were listed off. She had been double, triple, and quadruple checking her inventory before heading out to work. She was anxious. Every single day, for two years straight, she's had the same nightly routine, accept it wasn't night, it was day. It was sad to say she was busy last night, so she couldn't finish her daily chores, she was heading over to where she had worked so she could finish her tasks, but lord have mercy on her soul because she hadn't worked in the morning, in like-ever! She shuffled through the large sap green bag, sliding the flashlight out of the mesh picket on the side before testing the weight in her hand. She was one to over-prepare, she had gotten the horrid habit from her mother. She wasn't proud of the pestery routine she had, but she had made the effort to perfect it, often going the extra mile and cutting corners on her sleep schedule to make sure everything ran smoothly.

She stuffed the military grade torch back into its rightful place before zipping the backpack up and heaving it over her shoulders. She was a rather short woman, but the small bit of muscle she had helped with the toppling weight of the sack. She began towards the door of the RV, her slightly chapped lips had pursed together in anticipation, just as she was about to reach the thin dented barrier, her legs tangled with the silky kitten that curled around her legs, causing her to stumble and slam into the wall, the small vehicle creaked, threatening to topple from the frost damage and rust that's been building up over the years. She shot her signature glare at the small feline, attempting to stare it down, unluckily, she rolled a one and the cat dismissed her with a glossy glance of its greyish green eyes. She tched, rolling her own large dull brown orbs before grumbling to herself, her voice was rather low and flat, with little energy in her words. "Stupid fucking cat-" she grabbed the knob before pushing herself outside.

The bitter February cold slapped her face like she had called it daddy, despite the guard of the cookie cutter thick lensed glasses, she squinted her eyes shut as a cold blast of air swept through her, seeming to pass through her bones, grasping the small figure in its thin bony hands. She tugged the scruffy lavender knit scarf up over her mouth and nose before popping the collar of her jacket, multiple profanities threatened to slip from her tongue, but it would look rather odd for her to speak to herself. But who was she supposed to speak to? She was close to a fairly small amount of the creepypasta, and due to her position in the mansion, it was often difficult to socialise without it interfering with her work. What exactly did she do? Clean. She cleaned and cooked and did small jobs around the mansion. It was rather lowly and disgusting, for her to be deemed a maid. She could do so much more, maybe one day, she would actually be upgraded to a pasta. It wasn't like she was weak, nor was she stupid, so why the fuck was she-this?

She slammed the door closed behind her, stuffing a single gloved hand into one of her multiple pockets only to pull out a glimmering set of steel keys. She began to lock up, double and triple checking to see if everything was safe before she dragged herself down the tiny metal stoop and beggining her journey. She didn't live too far from the mansion, onlY a few miles away, her RV was located in an abandoned junkyard, what she presumed used to be an old trash dump was nothing more then a crumbling colosseum of old and dust covered relics. Barbie dolls and toy trucks, along with molding stuffed toys lay about, abandoned by their children when they got too worn out or the child grew up, never to be played with again and left to just-rot away in this hell spiral.

While she began down the dirt path, she begun to grow lost in thought almost immediately, enjoying the cold and crisp day, yet at the same time despising it as well. She particularly didn't like this time of day where it was the coldest, the skies were cloudless, meaning it wouldn't snow soon, but last night's little blizzard had burried the first shoots of spring 2 feet deep in the frost, she wouldn't have been suprised if she found a preserved deer in a block of snow, you always find that weird shit in these forests. Her hand lifted to run through the curled glossy soft brown locks set across her skull, she was lucky to have gotten her mothers genetics of beauty-well, not so lucky when she was aiming to be intimidating and petrifying rather then the next miss sweater paws. In these forests, if you're cute and don't have razor sharp teeth stuffed into your fucking gaping maw, you'll be dead before you could say nani. That's just the way of life here, she was lucky enough to even survive the first 5 days in the wilderness, or the first 3 years.

She hummed a bit to herself, just 10 musical notes from a random tune she's heard. What song was it from? She furrowed her eyebrows as she tried ti recall the lyrics, ah that's right, it was called saint Bernard. She loved that song, it was a song she listened to a lot back when she wasn't a living breathing hot mess with a tail. That's right, a fucking tail. The long grayish snake like thing with a purple undertone and a large barb like arrowhead protruding from the tip, it was a rather horrid thing, with matching ears and horns, lets not forget the dagger like teeth, the claws that are a bother to keep trimmed and of course, the hunger for deer, rabbits, birds, people, garbage, basically anything. Her diet was like a raccoons or a goats, accept, more carnivorous.

She reached the rusty front gates of the junkyard, the chain on the front was long broken, it just looked tied together to give it the look that you should keep out, if that wasn't enough of a hint, bleached and yellowed skulls and bones of multiple animals and people were strewn about, possibly as a sign to fuck off or join them. She closed her eyes, gripping the bitter cold rough rust dusted metal of the crooked and twisting gate as she simply-listened. She listened to the crickets chirping from the bushes that weren't exactly frosted over, the large murder of crows that hung around this area, the bubbling of the stream that was yet to form frazil. It seemed almost-just almost peaceful, in a strange sort of way.

"What to put in my coffin instead of a body."

Her voice echoed in her mind before she casually slid through the small gap in the gate, it creaked and groaned in protest, but did not fall, she silently thanked it. It stood there, like some otherworldly being, not speaking, only complaining without words. Her eyes opened once more, and she continued down that trail. Here's where things got tricky.

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Finally, after trekking 5 miles in the cold of the day and pushing against the harsh winds whilst still keeping an eye out for watching predators, she finally spotted the mansion in the distance. The run down exterior with rotting wood panels and an overgrown yard, with the muddied green swamp like area that must have used to be a beautiful pond. A few bubbles raised to the surface of the water, causing her to flinch at the thought of what might lay below. Leaves twirled through the air and across the ground like red, orange, and brown ballet dancers, spinning and leaping until they fell onto the muddied and mossy forest floor to join their rotting brotheren and sisters. She supposed a few leaves survived the winter, but it was seemingly ridiculous.

One simple fact about the mansion that a lot of people-or creatures may not know, is that it holds something magical. And its not that good kind of magic, like when Cinderella's godmother gave her a dress and heels, no. It's a horrible horrible magic that corrupts your brain and soul. Its the idea of how vastly miniscule you as a human are compared to infinity that drives you insane. That magic gives you immortality, something we all crave but something we all learn to hate when we get it.

A circle of mushrooms lined the mansion, cutting a large 200 or so yard around the manor, just where the trees broke away, seemingly creating a perfect circle. Those mushrooms were where the magic was held. She stepped over them, a jolt of electricity running through her veins, dread began to weigh her down as her backpack seemed to be much more like 500 pounds then 35, she felt overcome with emotions, sadness, despair, anger, fury-all of it washed away as quickly as it came. She's never been on the property during the day, but one thing for sure, the barrier is so much stronger during this time.

She  was careful not to step on them as they rested, their crackling screams were hard to listen to, it was much more then what she could bear.The trees were bare, given the acception to the crows that sung and hopped happily, crying of broken dreams and promises. They were birds that sung of old disappointments, each Dissapointment was another to feed the crows. The crows fed, and they were happy. Their shrill cries were nothing to wake the beings, because they were always normal, The air was thick with a vog, thick enough to suffocate her if she didn't have her scarf wrapped around her nose. It swirled and spiraled like ciggarete smoke, but it didn't share the same warmth or biting smell.

She stopped at the base of an old willow. Its branches as bare as all the others, but its roots twisted and dug into the soft damp soil, like it didn't want to leave this world and travel back to the depths of hell from where it was spawned. Its bark was knotted into a single expression of horror, she called it grandmother dark, it was the only one of its kind out here, and its top branches towered far past the others trees branches, clawing at the sky, a plead to be sent to heaven, it was another disappointment that fed the crows.

Her footsteps were silent. Her fingertips felt numb as the cold biting wind ripped through the air, chilling her to her core. The weather was sludgy and grey like usual. Each passing day was another torturous moment for her, another moment of silence, another moment of murder, and another moment of feeding on beings that she once spoke and walked with. But now-she was a creature above their kind, a creature below them as well. She was the eyelash in their eye, spreading negitave energy all across the room as they choked on her second hand smoke.

She raised her hand to the tree, carresing its smooth and worn out bark. Some day, she was going to have to cut this fucker down, who knows? Its disgusting, raising its branches to whatever God it worshiped above. She shook her head softly before dropping her arm and turning back to the mansion, it was only about 30 yards away, but from here she could see how it seemed to sink into the ground, accepting its future fate. She never enjoyed working there, when she had gotten the opportunity to live there, she denied the offer. It was just too miserable here-but it was miserable everywhere, she supposed.

Finally, she summed up the courage to begin to walk towards the mansion, the closer she got, the more details that began to come into focus. The fallen pillars that held up the porch railing, the grime covered windows that shed little light to the inside.

"They must be using blackout curtains on the inside."

She clicked her tongue. She wasn't quite allowed to clean the outside of the mansion, lest some teenager stumbles by and sees it as a great place to make camp. Not like anyone human would be able to survive going this far into the woods. She placed one foot down on the first porch step, it let out a low creak, a groan of pain, before snapping underneath the little weight she put on it, seeming to crumple into splinters under her. She rolled her eyes, shaking her steel toe booted foot off and picking out a few slivers of black wood before making her way up the other steps. They too, shared their own horrible musical skills.

She guessed the mansion door would be open, it seemed the shiny polished mahogany double doors were the only things that seemed "new" about the exterior of this place, give or take the giant gleaming silver encrusted woodknocker hanging about 3 or so feet above her head. She couldn't reach that shit if she tried, but it wasn't like she needed to. People saw her come and go, anyways.

In all honesty, she preferred to work at night, most of the pasta were winding down for the day, or they were on kills of her own, allowing her to clean out have of the bedrooms and do the laundry. She was lucky enough most of the fuckers here slept like bricks, so she could vacuum to the beat of "Stay alive" all she wanted and no one could come down and throw a flip flop at her.

The doors stared her down with a seemingly evil glare, daring her-no, demanding that she opened the door. So, she did, grabbing the doorknob, it seemed to send a cold girl of electricity up and down her body. Something magical was in here. Something-chaotic. She turned it.