#➳ sender; hollow

[angeltism]

🕊️? :3

Polaroid from Monster Prom of the kyutesy bookish one (Oz) and dearest Zoe from when xe was considering re-theming to Oz ^__^

It's Maryne's fav polaroid in the whole game tbh,, (although the one where he's braiding Vera's hair, which they ALSO have saved, is a close second!! Plushette loves her smmmm (⁠๑⁠♡⁠⌓⁠♡⁠๑⁠)!!! )

[idlenight]

question. do we consider heartbreak as ‘of sound-ish body and mind’.

[thegothicalice]

I absolutely love your style and was wondering as a cinemaphile what obscure, off the wall horror movies would you suggest for the spooky season?

Uhhhh how about various levels of obscure from the 80s and 90s? (Not a complete lists because I’ve seen literally thousands of films and forget half of what I watch and use Letterboxd to keep track)

1999– Idle Hands, Don’t Look Under the Bed, Bats, Ravenous, In Dreams, Lighthouse, Stir of Echos, Audition, Kolobos

1998—The Last Broadcast, Devil in the Flesh, Whispering Corridors, Urban Legend, Shadowbuilder, The Eternal, The Quiet Family, Strangeland, Deep Rising, The Wisdom of Crocodiles, Tomie

1997– The Relic, The Ugly, Event Horizon, Cure, Wax Mask, Snow White: A Tale of Terror, Quicksilver Highway, Office Killer, The Night Flier

1996– From Dusk til Dawn, Little Witches, Uncle Sam, The Frighteners, The Dentist, Karmina, Thesis, Tromeo & Juliet,

1995– Blood & Donuts, Screamers, Tales from the Hood, The Demolitionist, Mushrooms, The Girl With the Hungry Eyes, The Day of the Beast, Serpent’s Lair, Rumpelstiltskin, Mute Witness, Evil Ed, Project: Metalbeast, Habit, The Addiction, Tales From the Crypt: Demon Knight, Lord of Illusions

1994– Tammy & the T Rex, In the Mouth of Madness, Lurking Fear, Cemetery Man, Death Machine, Brainscan, Nadja

1993– Love Bites, Doppelgänger, Necronomicon, Body Bags, Ed & His Dead Mother, Dark Waters, Skinner, Jack Be Nimble, Ticks, Carnosaur, The Temp

1992– Death Becomes Her, The Vagrant, Tale of a Vampire, The Unnameable II, Innocent Blood, Dr Giggles, Auntie Lee’s Meat Pies, Aswang, Sleepwalkers, Netherworld, Split Second

1991– The Resurrected, The Boneyard, Body Parts, Popcorn, Subspecies, There’s Nothing Out There, Highway to Hell, The Runestone, Cast a Deadly Spell, Children of the Night

1990– Frankenhooker, Fear, Nightbreed, Lisa, Mom, Grim Prairie Tales, Shakma, Pale Blood, Baby Blood, Mirror Mirror, Hardware, Meridian, Def by Temptation, The Vampire Family, Reflecting Skin, Demonia

1989– Sundown: The Vampire in Retreat, Nightlife, I Madman, Dr. Caligari, The Black Cat, Paganini Horror, Phantom of the Mall: Eric’s Revenge, The Dead Pit, The Phantom of the Opera, Dead Calm, Intruder, The House of Usher

1988– Paperhouse, Spider Labyrinth, Spell Caster, Sorority Babes in the Slime-Bowl-O-Rama, Cellar Dweller, Pin, 976-EVIL, Brain Damage, Rejuvenatrix, Blood Relations, Party Line, The Unnamable, The Wicked

1987– Psychos in Love, Blood Rage, The Caller, Stagefright, Graveyard Shift, American Gothic, Street Trash, From a Whisper to a Scream, Blood Diner

1986– Spookies, Poison for the Fairies, Vamp, Gothic, Deadtime Stories, TerrorVision, Witchboard, Trick or Treat

1985– The Doctor and the Devils, Phenomena, The Stuff

1984– Decoder, The Company of Wolves, Monster Dog, Sole Survivor, Special Effects

1983– The Lift, Wilczyca (She Wolf), Eyes of Fire, House of Long Shadows, The Hunger, Angst, Curtains, Blood Beat, Mortuary, The Keep

1982– Ferat Vampire, Next of Kin, The Sender, Tenebre, One Dark Night, The Living Dead Girl, Superstition, Alone in the Dark, Parasite

1981– The Black Cat, Fear No Evil, Dead & Buried, Possession, Night School, The Monster Club, Allison’s Birthday, Frightmare, Ghost Story, The Funhouse, The Pit, Evilspeak, Strange Behavior, The Nesting

1980– Macabre, Fade to Black, The Ninth Configuration, The Legend of Sleepy Hollow

These are all just what I’ve recorded on my personal Letterboxd since I started it in April of 2017, I’ve seen plenty more but tried to just pick possibly less-known stuff, some bad and some good.

[baekhyunsbestie]

── ❝ hopelessly devoted to you ❞ 💗ྀི ̟!!

⟢ an ex-husband!baekhyun x ex-wife!reader series

જ⁀➴°⋆ content: rated E for everybody lmao. 1.2k+ words. angst, longing, yearning. divorce. explicit language. pet names. jealous baek. lmk if i missed anything, lol.

thinkin bout ex-husband!baekhyun, who’s still hopelessly, painfully in love with you.

no, he never got over the divorce. never got over you. how could he? you weren’t just his first love—you were the love, the only one who ever truly mattered.

even now, long after the papers were signed, baekhyun finds reasons to stay in your orbit. he drops by unannounced, armed with excuses that don’t fool anyone. "just wanted to check on you," he’d say, holding up a bag of your favorite takeout like a peace offering. or, with that familiar teasing grin, “you suck at taking care of yourself, sweetheart. someone’s gotta step up, right?”

but today, as he sets the bag of food down in the kitchen you once shared, his easygoing facade falters. his eyes catch on a vase of fresh flowers sitting on the counter—bright, delicate, and undoubtedly new.

they weren’t there last week when he came by to fix that "leaky faucet." no, he’s sure of it.

his chest tightens, a cocktail of jealousy and heartache bubbling up. someone else brought them. someone who isn’t him.

"hey, sweets," baekhyun calls out for you as he strides over to the vase, his eyes narrowing in scrutiny. he picks it up, tilting it slightly as though inspecting a priceless artifact or hunting for some incriminating evidence. of course, you weren’t stupid enough to leave the card from the sender out for him to see.

you’ve learned better by now. baekhyun’s nosiness knows no bounds. just last week, you’d caught him red-handed snooping under your christmas tree, crouched low and flipping through the gift tags like a detective on a mission. you could only guess he was hunting for a guy’s name to latch onto, but all he’d found were the usual suspects—your friends and family. he’d been smugly satisfied only for him to confront you, wide-eyed and grinning.

“so, what’s in that tiny box at the back of the tree?” he’d asked, his excitement barely contained. “y’know, the one with my name and the fancy red bow?”

now, as he gestures toward the roses with a casual wave, the teasing lilt in his voice returns. “what’s the deal? you got a boyfriend i don't know about or something? since when did you start liking roses? peonies are your favorite.”

his words hang in the air, the feigned indifference unable to mask the flicker of jealousy in his tone.

you leaned against the archway of the kitchen entry, arms folded tightly across your chest as if the posture alone could steady the rising panic bubbling beneath your skin. your voice, carefully measured, betrayed none of the unease you felt. “maybe i bought them for myself,” you lie, the words sounding hollow even to your own ears. baekhyun’s sharp eyes flicked to yours, and you knew instantly—you weren’t fooling him.

“riiiigghhht,” he drawled, stretching the word out as he straightened his stance. “because you’re definitely the type to buy yourself a bouquet of flowers you hate.” his scoff was sharp, laced with just enough bite to sting. shifting his weight, he leaned against the kitchen island, mirroring your stance with his arms crossed, the flowers sitting between you, an unspoken challenge. “seriously, who even gets you roses? you told me you hated them before we even started dating.” his pout deepened, his gaze dropping as his foot scuffed idly against the tiled floor. “pfft, what kind of dumbass gives you the wrong fuckin' flowers?”

“that was like eight years ago, baekhyun,” you scoffed, taking a few steps into the kitchen. “maybe i like roses now?” you lied, and the bombastic side eye he gave you as soon as the words left your mouth told you he knew it, too. “though i’m actually kind of shocked you even remembered that.”

the soft shuffle of his feet, the unmistakable pout on his lips—these tiny details triggered a surge of emotion within you, a vulnerability you hadn’t felt in so long. 

“well… yeah.” his voice softened, a flicker of vulnerability in his eyes. “how could i forget when i had that vase filled with your favorites at all times? expensive ones, too. not like this garbage,” he shot a disdainful look at the cheap flowers, “where were they even brought from anyway? a fuckin’ grocery store?”

“god, you’re such a snob,” you half-laughed, shaking your head. as you reached for the bag of food he brought, the savory aroma curled around you like a warm hug, the comforting scent grounding you in the moment. “mmm, thank you for this, baek,” you murmured, offering him a small smile as you began unpacking the contents.

that was all it took—your gratitude, the soft curve of your lips as you thanked him. his face lit up, radiant and warm, like the sun breaking through a stubborn bank of clouds. “couldn’t let my girl starve,” he quipped, the playful lilt in his voice wrapping around the words like a bow. the pet name fell from his lips effortlessly, so natural it almost slipped past unnoticed.

almost.

your wince was small, fleeting—a ghost of discomfort that vanished as quickly as it appeared, but not before he caught it. his smile faltered, just for a heartbeat, before he masked it with a casual shift in his posture.

you, ever composed, pretended not to see. instead, you busied yourself with the food, your hands moving deftly as you divided the portions between two plates. the savory aroma filled the space between you, but it did little to distract him from the pang of longing that your reaction had stirred.

“come on. let’s eat,” you said at last, your voice light and accompanied by that signature smile of yours—the one that made his heart skip in the way it always had whenever it came to you.

“right behind ya, sweets,” he replied, tossing you a wink, the playfulness in his eyes masking the quiet storm brewing beneath.

as you turned to lead the way, he followed, but the sight of your back—familiar, heartbreakingly so—triggered an instinct he hadn’t yet mastered silencing. his hand twitched at his side, the urge to reach out and settle it against the curve of your waist surging like muscle memory. almost a year had passed since the divorce, yet his body hadn’t caught up to the reality of it all.

he clenched his fists tightly, forcing them to stay by his sides, his nails biting into his palms to ground himself. the thought of you catching him—of seeing his vulnerability so plainly written in an unspoken gesture—sent a flush of shame crawling up his neck. thank god you couldn’t see him.

baekhyun exhaled a slow, steadying breath, forcing the longing back down into the hollow it came from before slipping into his seat. but when you set the plate down in front of him, he was already gone—lost in thought, his knee bouncing restlessly under the table.

his hands were clasped tightly in front of his mouth, his gaze unfocused but intense, like a detective piecing together a puzzle he refused to leave unsolved. the flowers had done more than catch his eye—they’d planted a question in his mind, one he wouldn’t rest until he answered. just who in the hell is sending you flowers?

you knew that look too well, the gears turning behind his eyes. you swallowed hard, trying to ignore the creeping unease curling in your chest.

he’ll figure it out, you thought, dread pooling low in your stomach. one way or another.

˗ˏˋ ꒰ a/n ꒱ ˎˊ˗ i’ve been mulling over starting this series for a while, and here it finally is!!! i don’t really know where i’m going w this, but hey, we’ll figure it out together lmao. this series is probably gonna be filled with lil scenarios like this—lots of longing, yearning, jealousy, and angst, all that fun stuff :’) k bye hope you guys enjoyed this because there’s definitely more ex-husband!baekhyun coming ur way!!!!!!

ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭* masterlist ° ᡣ𐭩 . 

[gravedigg]

I bit God's hand and now he wont even feed me

This ones inspired by a picture of Mary holding Jesus but, since Virgil grew up in foster care and never knew his mother, there's no one there. Just the hollow space where someone should be.

It speaks to his relationship (and subsequent disconnection) with his heritage and culture as the orphaned child of immigrants and his difficult relationship with religion, having grown up religious but feeling betrayed and abandoned by god after his injury.

I wanted it to look like an old post card, it says return to sender but unfortunately they didn't leave a return address. It's probably just gonna sit at the post office until they throw it away. :-(

[brotherwtf]

[FRISKY] The sender gently bites the receiver’s nipple.

‼️‼️

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"Jesus, Gale"

John huffs and shifts up the bed, wrapping his arms around Gale's shoulders to try and pull him away from his sensitive neck. Gale didn't let up, continuing to bite and suck at the flesh he could catch between his teeth.

John loved when Gale got into these moods, the days where he could spend hours kissing and marking up John's body. He usually was more reserved with his affection, but sometimes there were spells of time where Gale couldn't keep his hands off of John. And John loved every second of it.

There were tiny red marks all over his neck and shoulders, Gale having forced John's shirt off when he wrestled him onto the couch, and he was slowly making his way to his chest. His hands rested on the thick muscle there, massaging gently as he kissed John's sternum, licking a stripe up to the hollow of his neck.

John huffs, putting a hand in Gales hair and curses under his breath, pressing Gale gently into his chest further.

Gale nips and kisses until he's at John's nipple, taking it into his mouth and biting gently. It makes John buck upwards, cursing aloud and gripping Gale harder. He can see the smirk on Gale's lips as he swipes his tongue across it, teasing it until it was sensitive and red.

It was good, so fucking good, but John was still sensitive. He pulls Gale's head away and huffs a laugh when he tries to return to his spot on John's chest.

"Love when you get like this, doll, makes a guy feel special," John mutters and leans up to press a kiss to Gale's lips.

[sanguinesorceress]

Your character receives an anonymous package. Within it is a seems to be a bag of extremely fine black and gold sand. A small handwritten card within reads: "Pour me out but don't worry, I'll always return to the bag when you're done." (The sand will magically create the image of a person's face or the entirety of their person as a perfect replica of how you remember them. This person though has to be deceased for it to work. Who does your character think of? Why them? Sending this to a bunch of folks for the holidays so they have a surprise IC gift that might also hit them in the feels! Happy Holidays!)

[ Music ]

Somewhere in the Ghostlands, where restless undead shamble tirelessly among the ruins of Quel’thalas, a derelict building hosts one of her many ‘lairs.’  On this particular Winter’s Veil evening, the Sorceress sat in a black-leather, wingback chair, thumbing through a hefty tome in search of a particular incantation—if for no reason other than to refresh her memory prior to its use.

Where a side table once housed a glass of Nightrose wine, a small box manifested seemingly out of nowhere.  Absently, Malakortana reached for the crystal glass, only to discover the small gift box in its place.  Long, spidery fingers brushed against the black bow, triggering the box to open.  Apathetic to the holidays, it came as an astonishing surprise to receive anything at all, for who in their right mind would send a gift to a creature of her nature?  Surely this was some sort of mistake, or a translocative accident at best.

Just how the parcel made its way into the Sorceress’ possession was a mystery— one that piqued her curiosity and raised her hackles at the same time.  How did the sender manage to circumvent her magical wards?  She would make a point of inspecting her perimeter later.

Sable lips twisted into a display of annoyance as she peered over at the now opened package.  If the act of accidentally touching it did not unleash any malevolent curse, what harm could come from inspecting it further?  Setting the tome on her lap, Malakortana hooked a single, ashen digit into the ties and lifted the hefty bag out of the box.

Eyes as black as a moonless midnight sky passed over the bag, and upon discovering the attached handwritten note, she read it. 

"Pour me out but don't worry, I'll always return to the bag when you're done."

An adept arcanist, Malakortana could sense its magical properties, despite not knowing the nature of its design—yet.  She poured the bag’s contents onto the floor… and waited.

The moment the sand touched the ground, it coalesced into a vortex of black and gold that swiftly took the shape of a masculine silhouette she would know anywhere…

Sable lips parted in astonishment, though no gasp departed from her open mouth.  A timeless creature, the Sorceress discarded the unnecessary need to breathe long ago. …Seldrin?!

She rose abruptly from her chair and the tome came crashing to the ground with a hollow ‘thud!’ as the scarlet wraith drifted across the room with a hand outstretched to touch him.

How!?  I searched every corner of the Shadowlands and could not find you… where are you?!

The instant her claws grasped at his silhouette, the sand magically returned to the bag— just as the instructions explained it would.

Long she stood there in the dark… a silent statue among the rows of leather-bound books.  And like the holy relics in stories of unexplained miracles, this one also cried tears of blood.

@dinthoqaf

[johnslittlespoon]

DISBELIEF]: after the receiver has done something completely unexpected (and reckless) the stunned sender cups their face in their hands while trying to get them to explain why the hell they did it.

gale x john??? i loveeeeeee them

prompts | tysm for the prompt request!! turned it into a little rewrite of the escape scene in the finale :') ~800 words of emotional angst and comfort below the cut. <3

Gale hadn’t felt good about John being the last to join their small group in their escape, but he knew there was no way in hell John would let Gale be the last to go, so he’d reluctantly parted from him.

As soon as he’d heard a harsh shout only seconds after he stepped away, he knew he’d been right to feel apprehensive, fighting against the urge to run and pausing to look at John instead. His heart had lurched, watching as John seemed to freeze up, torn between running after Gale and running at the guard.

Gale had sworn under his breath and steeled all his nerves to lunge back toward John, grabbing his arm and giving him a harsh tug, a desperate plea of his name.

It had been enough to shake John out of whatever reckless self–sacrifice he’d been debating before the guard could get a clear shot through the sea of bodies in the alleyway, the two of them running arm–in–hand to the wall, with Gale far too scared to risk letting go of John until they were well over the barricade.

Now, grass blades whipping at their boots and the night blanketing them as they approach the forest line, bullets hitting dirt too close for comfort with hollowed thuds, Gale kicks himself for ever letting go in the first place, the distant shouts a reminder of what they’ve just dodged. His heart pounds as they crash through the trees and frostbitten underbrush, following the silhouettes of George and Bill until no one’s legs can push them on any further.

Gale can only stare at John in disbelief as they all sit around on the cold ground fighting to catch their breath, and John pointedly refuses to meet his eyes, like he knows exactly what Gale’s thinking about.

It’s only once the other two are asleep with John and Gale taking the guard duty shift that they finally have a moment alone. Gale watches John where he leans against a tree, studying the rigid set of his shoulders as he looks off into the dense woods, seemingly lost in thought. Gale exhales heavily, breath coming out in a cloud in the cold night air, and then he wanders over to John’s unmoving form, not even getting a turn of his head at the sound of his approach.

“Some watchman,” Gale says quietly as he reaches John’s side. “What if I’d been a guard sneaking up on you?”

John breathes out an attempt at a laugh that falls flat, scuffing his boot against the dirt.

“Y’think I don’t know the sound of your footsteps by heart?”

Gale’s own heart clenches at that, but he steadies himself, moving to stand in front of John so he can’t avoid looking him in the eyes anymore. John looks uncertain, nervous, cagey, but as soon as Gale reaches his gloved hands up and cups his face, he softens, tense jaw relaxing.

“John,” Gale murmurs, searching his dark eyes pleadingly. “What the hell were you thinking?”

John’s face twinges as if Gale’s concern inflicts actual pain, and he shakes his head gently, not enough to knock Gale’s hands off.

“I wasn’t,” he says gruffly, voice thick with emotion. Gale wants more than that, even though he already knows; he wants to hear John admit he was thinking about sacrificing himself, so that he can tell him how stupid of an idea that was.

But John presses his cheek against his hand, a silent apology, lashes dark against his cheekbones when he lets his eyelids slip closed, and Gale’s anger melts away, replaced by desperation.

“Don’t do anything like that ever again,” Gale whispers fiercely. “Promise me.”

John nods, swallowing hard, blinking his eyes back open to meet Gale’s with weighted sincerity.

“I promise, Gale.”

“I can’t lose you, John. You know that, right?” Gale presses, stepping forward. John looks reluctant to believe him, but he seems to resign himself to doing so when Gale doesn’t waver in his conviction.

“Can’t lose you either,” John mumbles, a hand toying with the hem of Gale’s sweater, giving it a gentle tug to bring him closer.

“Well,” Gale hums, lost between John’s lips and eyes. “Guess we better not do anything stupid then, hey?”

“Guess so.”

[askthreeyes]

HEIRA: Oh a three-eyed ender also from the Snow domain? How interesting. Pray tell, what beings you here - what is your story?

There was a pull, sharp and fleeting, like a thread catching on a nail, when Three Eyes glanced down at the small being. Their eyes met, just for a heartbeat, and a low rumble stirred deep in its chest, reverberating like stones tumbling in a cavern. The itch crawled up the back of its mind, the same sharp scratch that always whispered: grab, silence, blind.

It tore its gaze away, hollow eyes turning sharply aside. The sensation wasn’t as intense as with others, with villagers or travelers who dared to glance its way. After a pause, a breath to steady whatever roiling thing clawed inside, it lifted its hands, long fingers moving in stunted, careful signs:

‘Odd owl.’

It tilted its head slightly, observing her again but not meeting her eyes. Yes, that’s what she reminded it of, a pale, strange owl, like the one perched outside its frozen domain. A watcher. An observer.

‘No story. Always existed here. Pull. Witch?’

It didn’t believe there was a grand story behind its being, no tale of creation, no cosmic purpose. It was simply here. But her… her presence made it wonder. Was she a witch? Perhaps that explained the itch, the way the pull stayed in the shadows of its mind instead of sinking its claws in, the way it always did with others. Sender: @madama-noctule

[angeltism]

you’re just collecting more pronouns. like a magpie with shiny things

ME FRRR I love hoarding and collecting things . to me genders and names and pronouns and terms are all like sparkly little jewels and coins and trinkets and ooh boy I love shiny things soo much :3c

[bullet-prooflove]

How about this one instead?

[WHISPER]: sender whispers sweet nothings into receiver's ears

Alden has two love languages, acts of service and words of affirmation. He’s liberal with both, especially when it comes to you because he knows your history. Your ex-husband was a piece of work, an emotionally abusive asshole who works as a fixer for some of the most powerful men on the hill. He’s seen the damage the others man’s done; he knows it takes time to heal.  You’ve been told you weren’t good enough, weren’t pretty enough, not smart enough. You hear that on a regular basis, you start to believe it.

Alden hates it, he hates that you doubt your worth, that you second guess yourself when it comes to your personal life. It’s the reason that you were so closed off in the beginning, that you found it so hard to let go.

You’ve come a long way since then. As your relationship grows, so does your confidence. You smile a lot more these days, you don’t carry the same tension in your shoulders. You don’t bring work home as much anymore, you actually take the time for yourself, you relax.

Sex becomes more intimate, more meaningful. You learn you can ask for what you want, that if you need more, he’ll give more. He’d give you everything because in Alden’s eyes you deserve the world.

“I mean it.” He whispers into the hollow of your throat. “You’re everything I could have hoped for, more than I could have dreamed.”

The two of you are in the greenhouse, sitting on the couch, you’re in his lap straddling him as he kisses your mouth with a tenderness he reserves for no one else. You’re wearing that pretty blue wrap dress of yours, the one you bought for Knight’s dinner party a couple of weeks ago. It looks stunning and he tells you that, because tonight when you stepped into Caprisi’s he’d felt like the luckiest man on this earth.

“Flattery will get you everywhere.” You laugh and that sound…

He could listen to it all day, every day. His fingertips seek out the tie that holds the dress together, tugging it and the fabric falls away revealing the matching lace set you’re wearing underneath.

His breath catches and you smile that sinful little grin of yours.

“Oh sweetheart.” He murmurs against your skin. “You are full of surprises tonight.”

@kmc1989 @sarakafarrah

[whomuses]

"You're alive?!"

Send, "You're alive?!" for receiver to turn up on sender's doorstep after being missing for several months!

He was swaying. That was the first thing that would be apparent; breathing hard, feet clearly unstable, blood trickling out of the bottom of his clothes. Robes; clearly more comfortable than meant to be protective. "It seems that some people don't know that I am no longer a Bhaalspawn." Caedes said, voice immensely hollow. "It's good to see you." he took a step forward and immediately buckled.

[wearelondonhq]

MEME SENTENCE STARTERS FOR PART 3 !!

For those still trapped in the ballroom:

"the doors won’t budge… we’re locked in here!"

"we should’ve left when we had the chance… now it’s too late."

GRIPS: sender grips receiver's arm tightly.

FREEZES: sender freezes, hearing a strange creak.

"don’t go near that door… you won’t come back."

BLOCKS: sender steps in front of the receiver, blocking the way.

"death is toying with us... we’re just pieces on a board."

"we have to give something up? how much will it cost to get out of here?"

"after this, i won't leave you."

"i don't want to be around people."

"what’s behind those hidden doors? i swear i saw someone vanish."

"death said we’d entertain them... but i didn’t think it would be like this.

"the more we try to escape, the worse it gets."

"the air... it feels like it’s suffocating us in here."

"every corner of this hall is a trap, waiting for us to make a wrong move."

please tell me i don't detect a hint of admiration for that monster.

admittedly, i am a work in progress.

the numbers are like tea leaves. nobody reads them like i can.

each man needs to stand for himself... or fall with the unworthy.

first thing you gotta understand is nobody feels sorry for you and nobody ever will. 'cause when it comes to being born lucky... you won the friggin' lottery.

"the walls are watching... can’t you feel it? we’re being watched."

BACKS AWAY: sender backs into receiver, eyes wide with fear.

"don’t trust anything here... it’s all twisted."

"i'm gonna be right back. i'm gonna try to get you help."

"i saw them disappear into the floor... like they were swallowed by the ballroom itself."

"give up our powers, our memories... what else is there left to lose?"

"if we give death what it wants, will we really escape? or is it another trick?"

"we're not gonna break any laws."

"you caught me. i admit it."

PULL: sender grabs receiver’s hand, pulling them forward urgently.

For those who awoke the next morning with their wishes made true..

"it’s everything i ever wanted... but why does it feel so wrong?"

"i woke up to my greatest wish, but why do i feel like i’ve lost something?"

"well… the reason i wanted to talk to you… is…"

"there's a ghost in my house".

"i should be celebrating, but there’s this hollow ache inside."

"everything i desired is here, but it feels like something was taken in return."

"i woke up with them by my side... but they don’t feel real."

"the paintings are perfect... but i don’t remember creating them."

"i have it all now... fame, fortune... and yet, i feel more alone than ever."

"it’s as if my dreams are slipping through my fingers, even though they’ve come true."

“You just might get lucky for once in your miserable life.”

“that was barely even a kiss! do it again - please?”

"in my experience... there are no heroes, no villains. just people with different agendas.".

"anything happens to you... it's gonna be on me, and, uh... i don't want to be responsible for that. i can't."

"you gonna spend your life crying and rocking yourself to sleep at night? or are you gonna dig deep and find out what it takes to reshuffle those cards life dealt you?"

"whole world around you, [name], and it is friggin' huge. all you need are the guts to let it in."

"i wished for this love... but why does it feel like a stranger is beside me?"

"i don’t remember asking for this... but somehow, my life has been rewritten."

"my dream became reality, but it’s not my reality anymore."

"what price did i pay for this? i can’t remember, but i know it cost me something."

❛ i wanna be with you, i wanna come home. ❜

❛ it’s good to see you. ❜

"the more perfect things become, the less i recognize myself."

"i woke up in paradise... but my heart feels like it’s gone missing."

"i wished for more... but now i think i was wrong."

"this perfect life... it’s swallowing me whole."

“anyway, i on’t really remember what happened after that, i just know that I woke up and i found my way back to you.”

"i got what i wanted, but now i wonder if it was worth the cost."

"this is where i want to be. i mean not here, but with you. you’re where i want to be."

"cause some days i think i’m dying, but i’m really only trying to get through for just another day."

[intimidating-fettuccine]

It's been awhile but happy pride month Intimiccini! Now for some good flork of cows from your favorite snack

Gummy Worm Anon

Slender: Eat your vegetables or the dinner shark will get you

Younger Toby: Stop trying to scare me I know that's not real! *Flips plate*

Slender:....

*Dinner shark bursts through the table grabbing Toby*

Slender: OH FUCK-

Ben: This is my desktop I have spent thousands on it

Ben: I tell people I spent thousands of dollars on it so I feel better about spending so much in the first place

Ben: If I could still die I'd expect you to hollow it out stuff me inside it and bury me that way

Ben: So that I may rot as the Pharaohs did

Ben: The druid wins the strength contest

Ben: You take 3d10 damage

Jeff holding cards:...

Jeff: go fish

Tim going through old photos: Hey Slender whose this picture of? *Holds up antique painting of Teen Slender in victorian gothic clothing*

Slender holding the photo: Oh that's me when I was younger!

Tim: Wow you must have been going through a rough phase

Slender holding the photo closer: *scoff*

Slender: It wasn't "just a phase"

Younger Slender: Oh thank god you're here Dad! There's a famine and we need to find the cause!

Slender's Father: I don't understand the poor

Slender's Father: Why don't they just give money to their butlers and have them fetch food? Why are they so helpless?

Younger Sender visibly shocked and appalled:....

Slender's Father: Hello no-homer I am Slender's Father

Slender's Father: Here's a mortgage go buy a car or a house or whatever your kind does with these

Ghost s/o: ....

Ghost s/o: The interest rate is 40%

Slender's Father visibly disgusted: When did the poor learn to read?

Y/N wrapping their legs around Toby: Okay baby you paid me that sweet 6$ we can do whatever you want

Toby: you ever play Minecraft?

Y/N: What?

Toby: Yea man I got all these sweet mods on my server. I even built a T-Rex, you wanna see?

Y/N: Shit yeah I wanna see

Happy pride month to you too!!! Also I love that you referred to yourself as my favorite snack, that made me chuckle.

Thank you again for all the quotes, I loved them as always, especially the ones with Slender’s father. Always a great way to start my morning :))))

[mothduchess]

Molting (A Kitsune HRT side story)

Sometimes, I dream myself as a vixen. A party with friends in a beautiful quiet glade, with fur soft and magnificent. One could almost smell the roses, hear the wind laugh in joy. A sunlit grotto paradise where hope lived and danced. All that fur, that sparkling euphoria amongst friends, it could send me into a giggling fit! But day will always give to night, for time will reveal new splendors and questions. Night is not fearful, for the moon is bright and gentle. The games may be done and the food might be shelved, but in the darkness dwells things you cannot imagine. They won't hurt you. No matter how afraid, or how confused, the things that go bump in the night never intend to bump you over. Such thoughts filled our head as we stared at our hands which began to crumble as cracking sand would; fragments of flesh fell and shattered onto the floor one after the other. We felt scared, seeing our body which we thought we finally had begun to understand, crack away after we found a scrap that poked out. The frayed threads of our form had revealed themselves to go deep however, and tugging at them had revealed our mistake. "Can't it stop? I keep learning, I keep stumbling, but things never stop," we pleaded. Our arms wrapped around our frame. The mirrors in the house were covered and the lights were off - all was silent and all was still. Which is why we felt a dread when we received an answer.

Wordless. Sightless. The crumbling of our flesh filled our ears but we felt something else. Deep within the body where hearts and bones and viscera go there was but a deep pitch blackness, yet it was not empty. In that moment, I felt my face twist in confusion, wanting everything to stop. Not out of fear of what was within, but fear of the lack of knowledge. What little was left of my hands went to my face as I shrank into the corner, curled into a ball. From that blackness though, scratching could be heard. Was this really the first time? We thought back, sitting there while the creature within quietly created new cracks in the flesh. Something tickled our skin beneath with some fragments even clinging to the force and being pulled down with it. A pain curled into being behind our eyes and within our teeth, that try as we might we couldn't put it into words. Long sender and clawed digits began to poke through and tore away the body chunk by chunk, faster than it previously collapsed. Thoughts of not being alone... chtter Of thinking about ourself as a swarm within a coat or blanket... k-tk k-tk A thousand little things, quiet and numerous... CRACK Loud and obvious, like a pair of wings. The new appendages dripped some unknown fluid onto the tile floor, extending from a now hollow back that roared in its chasmous scale. Giant, gorgeous, colorful wings. At first we were worried - had we been wrong about being a kitsune. Did we lie, did we deceive? This was different, this wasn't what we thought! But when we twitched those wings, a cathartic fluttering took our heart by storm. It felt just as true as those delighted giggles in the grotto. Just as warm as the fur I felt in that dream. Had we still a mouth, we would have smiled nervously at the unexpected pleasure of our wings as they slowly flexed and extended. My gaze flicked to my hands now revealing themselves to be the very same insectile appendages we had used to reveal ourself. When I pulled ourself up with the counter, hairy fuzzy legs clicked underneath, extending our height to threaten the ceiling. The moonlit sky took a glimpse through the curtains, causing our fur to shimmer in the dark with a beautiful gossamer glow. The wings extended, taking in the curious light and merging it with our own curiosity. "What are we?" we wondered in awe. We looked to the mirror. Clumps of human skin were still caked to the skin, the chipping having slowed to a crawl. What stared back from the glassy plane were two massive compound eyes surround by a sheer collar of fur and twitching antennae, the head cocking in utter fascination. A cautious, delighted trill escaped our throat as one hand traced our new visage, until we saw the human skin that remained. It was uncomfortable at first. The fear remained. The confusion. There was even more? Would we like what we saw, would others fear us, or send doubt and suspicion? But another glance in the mirror, bereft of vanity we assure, eased our doubts and quieted the anxiety. We felt beautiful, wonderful and most of it relieved - this form and truth had in fact been there the whole time. It was a part of us. The bathroom window gasped and sharply inhaled the crisp night air. Summer was slowly beginning to end. The mysteries of autumn were on the horizon. But staring deeply at the pale moon light, we couldn't help feel a delight at the fact there was still so much to discover of ourselves. We felt delight that when we finally felt safe enough to fly into the dark, we would not be alone.

--------------------------------------------------------------- So. Funny how life works. Not *only* is this moth week, which... *checks the current title and icon of this blog* Yeah that tracks... it ALSO is the week we (with the help of our friends) FOUND OUT WE'RE A WE. Or, probably? We read things that make sense, something called a median system. We've had these kind of thoughts a while now but we're still new to this whole thing. Of realizing that how we think isn't typical for most. IMPORTANT TO NOTE: we often express ourselves with horror and dramatic visuals - we hope no one got the thought we were trying to treat being a system as something terrible or scary. We wanted to illustrate that terror you feel when you realize you don't know everything about yourself anymore. So.... we're a we! Also I as well. It's odd to us that our writing still feels comfortable with purely I, but with this piece we felt it necessary to comb things in. Given that we also love being a moth monster, we felt it best to combine both our other lovely creature with this quiet and beautiful horror of self discovery that is life. (But seriously *holy cow* 2024 ain't letting up)

[sirensofthefiveseas]

(From Caring prompts meme.) [ cry ] sender offering receiver a shoulder to cry on (For Vivi, As an AU to the end of Revelry?)

The news of King Cobra from Alabasta was shocking even to him. The may have chosen to not ascend to Mary Geoise, but he thought the Nefertiti family would have been seen as above normal human to the Celestial Dragons. He wasn't the one that executed the order nor did he know who did. The Gorosei didn't tell him anything other than about the death occurring.

The late king wasn't in the best of health but he suspected the death wasn't natural. He sought out the princess and told her what he DID know, offering her a rare show of compassion. He was too young to know his own parents when they passed, but he had heard that most were very attached to theirs. "I know this is upsetting, but I was not informed more than this... I you need something, I'll see what I can do." He stated, trying to think of how best to behave in this situation. This seemed to be the right way to handle something like this. It certainly wasn't something he was trained to deal with. sent by @burikubato

Vivi's breath was coming in short bursts, her whole body trembling as she tried to control everything. The other royals around her tried to comfort as best they could, but it was all hollow noise. Still she smiled and nodded before moving to be alone, which is here Lucci found her.

She wasn't really wanting to speak to the CP agent, not after he failed to protect the mermaid princess, but he brought a little more news to her about her father's death. She took a deep breath through her nose and couldn't help the choke. For some reason him coming to her broke her, the idea that such a cold man earlier was here trying to comfort her.

The small choke was enough to break the wall and she clutched at his sit jacket, burying her face into his chest as she cried. Her body shook and she was sure she was making a fool of herself with how loud she was crying.