#Oh no I'm going down the something rotten rabbit hole help

[tamaruaart]

"God i hate shakespeare" I say with hearts in my eyes

[blindrapture]

THURSDAY JULY 14TH, 2011 (Guy Fawkes)

10:02 AM I dreamt of metal orbs flying down out of the clouds, filling the world with electronic noise. I saw this happen out my bedroom window but didn't really pay attention to it. Instead I just played Half-Life.

10:06 AM Donnie's awake. We're ready for the day. This won't be so bad. Together, we can face anything.

10:11 AM everyone’s wearing a Guy Fawkes mask today great I hate you guys

10:15 AM This dude’s giving the masks out. Advertises them as “our symbol.” To tell who’s human from zombie. Okay. I can live with that. Even if it means I can't tell who's human and who's... not? What did I even see last night.

10:20 AM There seem to be less people alive than usual. That is, I see a lot of dead people lying in the streets. a voice speaks to me, do you want to see ..that message keeps appearing in my journal. it means they're here. ..screams.

10:24 AM an alley filled with guts. from the sounds of the crowd, this was human once. maybe a group of three. someone's saying this was caused by the Black Dog. the Omen, someone's correcting.a trail of blood leads out of the alley and off down the street. Donnie wants to follow. fuck. okay. I guess I'll go too. o_e

10:28 AM Gunshots, more screams. We’re definitely going the right way.

10:30 AM People are hiding in the buildings, slamming their windows shut. There's a smell in the air. Something rotten is following us. "Zombie." ...yep. it's just a zombie shambling our way. "More of them." More of them? ..oh. we're surrounded by dead people. and they're just.. picking themselves up off the ground. sigh. fucking Archie.

10:35 AM Where’d Donnie go? Fuck. She must have run off in the frenzy. No no no no no

10:39 AM Barking.

10:41 AM That one didn’t sound like a bark. It sounded like a human trying to be a dog. Tiger Stripes, we’re gonna have to face another Fear. That, or some dude dressed up as a dog.

10:45 AM This is the building where we found the dead mayor or whatever. There's no Door here anymore. The uncanny barking’s coming from the back.

10:46 AM …SHIT DONNIE Big black dog's standing over her, snarling. Get away from her, you bitch.

10:47 AM I FUCKING HATE DOGS WHACK SMACK GIVE ME BACK MY GUITAR MOTHERFUCKERRRRR GET BACK HERE. I want my Tiger Stripes back. ._.

11:03 AM When I got here, the Omen was standing over Donnie, and she was unconscious. She was covered in blood. I was freaking out. But it turned out she was only bitten on the shoulder. It’s.. actually, it didn’t get much flesh. Only a little. The blood must have been from the fucking dog. Anyway, I got her back inside the building, and I found a first-aid kit in a bathroom. She’s good, breathing, cleaned as much as I could without taking off her clothes.

11:08 AM She woke up and asked for some water. She’s fine now. "I saw it when we were crowded by zombies. I wanted.. I needed to make sure I went after it. If I have a chance of actually helping people…" You did the right thing, Donnie. ._. I'm just so worried. It's really risky to go confront a Fear, let alone one we don't even know. "Lots of them have been willing to talk. But this one really is just a dog. Are we sure it's a Fear? It might just be another weird monster from the rabbit hole worlds." People are saying it's a Fear, and I.. guess I trust them on it. We can always ask EAT about it? "You're so trusting of that one…" Well. It's, like. I don't know. I keep thinking these things can be charted, can be explained, can be followed, but none of it is consistent. This one had a chance to kill you, and it only bit you. What is there to understand about the Fears?

11:14 AM Donnie wants to go back out there. I insist we stay, just for a little bit. I will protect you.

11:32 AM Zombies outside. No. Don’t go out. Let them come in. It's just you and me right now.

1:54 PM wrups, Donnie's waking me up; I dozed off a little there. cursory glance, no zombies got in. they shambled off. good. "jordan" yeah? :) "jordan." ..yeah? o: she's looking over at the oh the window it's a guy fawkes mask... face… breathing through its mouth, looking in at us how long has it been standing there "it was there when I woke up" "Please let me in." fdisfdifa that was its voice. are we. are we gonna? "not a chance." right. yeah. good.

1:56 PM CRASH Some dude's got the Fawkes Thing on the ground, outside. They're grappling and attacking each other. Maybe we should at least, like.. take this as an opportunity to sneak out back? Donnie's agreeing

2:04 PM ..what do you think it is? Some kind of Fear that can.. transform your face into a mask? "It reminds me of ghost stories." Like. BBC Christmases. "Yeah. What? I guess." Well, what should we call it? "Uh. Mask.. guys? The names are usually your thing." Hm. Guy Fawkes... but freakish... fucking freakish... a motherfucking ghost… The MotherFawker? ...she's patting my head. "You can call it what you want. I'm not gonna call it that."

2:05 PM She wants to go back to kicking some major zombie ass. Well. ..alright.

2:58 PM Okay, I’ll admit, it is pretty fun to kill zombies just for the sake of killing zombies. .w.

3:09 PM All the zombies are running away. ..oh hey, it’s the dude who stopped the MotherFawker! He’s wearing a Fawkes mask, and he looks quite happy to see us. ..wait a minute.

3:10 PM RUN

3:14 PM THE MOTHERFAWKER, HE IS THE MOTHERFAWKER SOMEHOW MAYBE THERE’S MORE THAN ONE

3:15 PM Wait. Why do we keep running. We should stand and face this thing. Donnie’s all for it. Okay, so let’s do it!

3:23 PM ..I guess he’s not coming. So let’s go to him.

3:30 PM Where the hell is he?

3:35 PM I see nothing. The town seems completely empty.

3:40444444444444444444444 i am alone i have been alone for 13 years, to the day, since 2011 donnie never even existed, that was just a story I told myself, someone to accompany me through a horror story i am completely alone i cant find anyone and it is so cold the snow is falling in england in the middle of july the air is abnormally cold thermometer says were twenty degrees below zero this is cold and no one's reading...

3333333333333333333333333 5:03 PM What. Where am I. What was. That sign mentions St. Louis. Yes. Of course. I'm in St. Louis. It's.. 2011. What the fuck was that? That was, like, spiritually cold. The coldest thing I've ever felt. I’m.. warming up now.

5:11 PM Okay. I feel better. Relatively speaking. I found Tiger Stripes! :DDDD It's covered in dog slobber, and a zombie was kicking it around like an idiot, but, I found it!! But where the hell is Donnie.

5:18 PM I found her. She was in an alleyway, huddled up behind a trash can. She looked kinda.. unstable. So I gave her a hug. We’re all better now. Not sure what the fuck just happened, but we’re better.

5:22 PM The town looks completely destroyed. And now it looks damp, thawing over that sudden ice storm. I think the Fears won. In a matter of hours, the Fears won. And that was only a couple of them. We’re thinking we should start heading out now. Before the Fears pick off stragglers.

5:35 PM We hit the Missouri border. It’s a river. On the other side of this river should be the city of St. Louis. ..’cause we were in East Saint Louis, see.

5:40 PM Okay, found a bridge.

5:43 PM …splashes. Coming from below. Maybe we should just.. walk on. They're just splashes. We don't have to know what's causing every little noise... <:D

5:49 PM ..okay, it's been constant, I've gotta know, going over to the side of the bridge, what the fuck IS that that’s a lot of fish fish fish rising WAVES OF FISH like the headcrabs but FISH AND RISING OUT OF THE WATER AND OH MY GOD THAT’S A GIANT TENTACLE it's all just writhing around down there kinda disturbing to look at

5:54 PM WELCOME TO MISSOURI GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM THE RIVER

5:57 PM now what's that noise "oh my god." oh. tidal wave… that'll put the fear of god in you TAKE COVER

6:00 PM The streets are absolutely flooded now. This is carnage. ..this is EAT. >___<

6:02 PM People are walking out of the river. ..Camper. The Camper are walking out into the streets.

6:03 PM We’re hiding in a shop. I hope they don’t look in the window.

6:06 PM did they see did they hear did they sense us ..no. u_u;; Phew.

6:10 PM I think it’s safe to leave the shop now.

6:15 PM There’s fish flopping everywhere.

6:24 PM I hear struggling nearby. o_o

6:27 PM It’s a Camper and an Anon. Guy Fawkes mask, y’kn …oh that’s the MotherFawker. The mask’s mouth is moving, it’s definitely him. I think the Camper wants to fight it. ..let’s watch.

6:29 PM …the MotherFawker just keeled over and died, right there on the spot. o___o Is it.. safe?

6:30 PM no NO WHAT THE CAMPER JUST ITS FACE ITS FACE BECAME A GUY FAWKES MASK ITS EYES HOLLOWED OUT, BLACKNESS UNDERNEATH ITS NOSE BENT AND MORPHED ITS CHIN AND JAW CRACKED AND GROUND AROUND UNTIL FIXED IN A PERMANENT GRIN IT GREW PLASTIC FACIAL HAIR AND ALL COLOR WENT FROM THE FACE TO ITS CHEEKS oh god we are so running right now

6:35 PM so so the motherfawker is like some kind of virus once it’s done with your body it kills you and hops off to a new host Just what the fuck. o_e;; WHAT IS IT.

6:49 PM PEOPLE. We found real people. They led us down into a bunker. Filled with more real people. They made sure neither of us had so much as a Guy Fawkes mask on us. So these guys are clean. Oh god yes.

6:54 PM This guy here, name is Sean Hayes, says the MotherFawker’s another Fear, called the Host. My virus theory was right, it seems. Sean tells us that this Fear invasion was long in coming. “It was gonna happen eventually; we were an ambitious bunch and the Fears had their eyes on us for a while.”

7:32 PM Apparently, the East/St. Louis branch of the RAF has been winning towns back and tricking Fears into going into completely deserted areas. It hasn’t been easy. They’ve lost many more men than they really should have, and they’ve even resorted to enslaving regular humans in order to have all the men they needed for some of their plans. I remember hearing that Anonymous was Chaotic Neutral at its finest. It does amazing things, but then it can also do some downright horrible things too. So I guess I’m not.. entirely surprised these guys have resorted to slavery. Disappointed, certainly. Disgusted! But. ...that was that corner of the internet for you. But yeah. The Fears have known for a while that this is where a lot of rebels have been hiding. These guys are really just surprised it took them this long to strike. I asked why they didn’t prepare for this. “We did. What we didn’t prepare for was the Omen. “We had no idea that thing even existed until last night. It moves like a cloud, and its eyes burn your mind to look at. We thought it was just a regular dog, but no. It’s a Fear, alright. It snuck into our defenses; as I said, we thought it was just a dog! It can disguise itself way too well. It tore us apart. Our plans were shattered. Hell, it left a lot of us with nothing but minor injuries. That’s what scares us the most. What the hell is it trying to do, y’know?” Y..yeah. .__.;; Note to self: Don’t let Donnie leave your sight.

9:30 PM WHAT THE HELL That dude over there just went crazy. He’s attacking everyone who comes near. I’m.. gonna try to see what I can do.

9:33 PM ..he called me “Rael.”

9:35 PM I bonked him on the head with Tiger Stripes, and then he just.. ran out of the bunker.

9:40 PM ..I’m. I dunno. I’m gonna look around. Donnie’s coming too.

9:51 PM This alleyway leads to an Aztec temple. Rabbit hole. I guess it’s time we drifted out of town.

10:03 PM We’ve been looking around this temple for a while now. It actually seems to be more of a maze than anything else.

10:09 PM The ceiling is getting higher.

10:20 PM The maze stops here. There’s a steel door here. We’re gonna try to break it down.

10:26 PM CRASH! In here’s.. huh. This is the Camper Festival. The crowd looks a lot bigger than last time. On the stage is Muse. They’re playing “Citizen Erased.”

10:30 PM That was a pretty bad performance. o_o Matthew Bellamy apologized for it. “We’ve been doing this every day for two months now.” The crowd is shouting “EXOGENESIS.” The band looks exasperated. Bellamy is saying that they’re tired of playing the same songs. “Don’t you want to hear something else, like.. ‘Stockholm Syndrome?’” “EXOGENESIS!”

10:31 PM Wow, that takes balls. They’re playing “Stockholm Syndrome” anyway! ..what The crowd stood up all at once.

10:32 PM Are they really They’re storming the stage!

10:33 PM …oh my god. As the crowd tears them apart, Muse keeps playing. They’re improvising some of the most beautiful progressions I’ve ever heard. They’re turning “Stockholm Syndrome” into a progressive masterpiece, and yet the Camper doesn’t care.

10:34 PM oh god Bellamy’s piercing scream marked the end of Muse’s career. .__.

10:35 PM Next up is Yes. They look terrified. o_o;; donnie "let's get the fuck out of here" okay

10:39 PM We’re out in the concert lobby. Dream Theater is here.

10:40 PM They look so relieved to see fans who aren’t Camper. .w.;;

10:53 PM We’ve just been standing here, chatting and laughing about things. John Petrucci is an awesome man. :3

10:56 PM I asked how they hope to survive. “Well, we’re just gonna.. keep playing!” LaBrie sounds determined, but not too happy. Mangini says the crowd loves his drum solos, and he loves playing them, so he could go on for a while more. In fact, that seems to be the general consensus. They still enjoy playing, so they can continue for a while.

11:00 PM Donnie asked them what they knew about the upcoming Rapture. Silence. ..John Myung. “It’s coming faster now.”

11:01 PM We’re leaving now.

11:05 PM We’re in the town of Carrolton, Missouri. According to the signs. It’s quiet, as every other town seems to be these days. We’re just looking for a house so we can sleep.

11:11 PM I wish we can figure this Rapture business out.

(Attached: “Camper Festival promised some good bands, even bands who had long since disbanded, and performances were powerful to start out. Show quickly lost steam within few days. Show kept going. Weeks later, show still going. Months later, show still going, bands clearly not into it anymore, made me grow to hate some of my favorite songs. Crowd picky. Food pretty good. Never did get to see DragonForce play. Not ideal, one star.”)

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[maxxphoenixv1]

My journey through Hell: How She-Ra saved and then Poisoned me

I don’t have the best reputation in the She-Ra fandom. I’m actually known, at least on Reddit as the fandom’s supervillain, and that is not undeserved. I have acted in ways that were less than ideal, and that is putting it VERY lightly. 

Part 1- Out of the ChudSphere

I had the rotten luck of being sucked into the Anti-SJW sphere. It was REALLY bad. It started innocently enough, with atheist and skeptic channels like Amazing Atheist and stuff (TJ is actually decent), but soon enough, I began to fall down the Anti-SJW/Anti-Feminists/Right Wing Rabbit Hole. I’ve always considered myself, up to that point, a fairly liberal person, but I started to be corrupted. I’d religiously watch the most rancid channels like No Bullshit and Geeks and Gamers and even Mister Metokur. But then…one day I start hearing rumblings of a She-Ra Reboot. The reboot turned out to be She-Ra and the Princesses of Power. 

Part 2- The Jolt

That’s when I started noticing the weird outrage about She-Ra. There were complaints about Adora “not being feminine enough” and “looking like a boy”. That really did not sit well with me at all. She-Ra is a kids show, why should it matter whether or not She-Ra is fappable or not? This led me down a long and arduous path to personal reconstruction. Leaving that space was just like Adora leaving the horde, it certainly helped that the show is an undeniable bop. I am now much more left leaning, and ultimately, I have She-Ra to thank for that. I have Nate Stevenson to thank for that. I will ALWAYS have respect for Nate, even if I didn’t always show it.  But, everything changed, when my ego attacked. 

Part 3- The Spiral

Unfortunately, this is where things started to go south, through no fault except my own. I got into arguments with people over various things. Eventually, my hubris, ignorance and frustration led me to make a series of severe lapses in judgement, I got myself banned from the subreddit. Sadly, instead of doing the halfway sensible thing and taking a look at myself in the mirror, I decided to press the issue. For nearly a year now,I had created DOZENS of Alternative Accounts. I resented the fandom. I HATED them. I wanted to hurt them. It was so bad, I had even declared war on the fandom over something as silly as a kids cartoon. I was that messed up. She-Ra has officially poisoned me. It became just like the subreddit r/imsorryjon. She has infected me and turned me into someone I am not. Over the past year, I made the following transgressions, including but not limited to,

-Harasses the mods

-Threatened to bludgeon Nate Stevenson

-Insulted People

-Mocked People

-Threatening to accost people who disagreed with me, literally over a cartoon

-Ban Evasion

-Writing a School Shooter AU just to spite the people who made the Horde High webtoon

I'm 23. My behavior was completely unacceptable. My ADHD and Autism is not an excuse whatsoever. I no longer recognized the person looking back at me in the mirror. I became an asshole. Worst of all, I was a bully. Oh Jesus Christ, do I hate bullies! 

I should not be like this! My actions were abhorrent. 

Part 4- Reflections

You know, the thing that got my most in trouble was my insistence of Shadow Weaver getting a redemption arc, but never practiced what I preached. One night, I had suffered a terrible nightmare. When I woke up, I came to a realization. I was the problem. Something just seemed to click. It is time I practiced what I preached. I want to be better. I NEED to be better. 

Part 5- Whats next?

As I type this out, it is time for me to start my road to redemption. She-Ra brought out the worst version of myself, now, I am on quest to find and craft and BEST version of myself, and I am going to do it. This, I swear! It is time to clean my mess!

[katedrakeohd]

Cordonia 1885

Catch up on previous chapters here.

This AU series borrows TRR characters and puts them into a macabre supernatural vampire world. We've gone down a spooky rabbit hole folks.

word count: 1300ish

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Where the Dead Live

Drake's mind was buzzing with unasked questions as he followed Bastien and the woman down the dark hallway. At least the mystery of where his coat went was solved, because she was wearing it.

“Wh..where are you taking me?” Drake asked, his voice barely more than a whisper.

“Somewhere safer than this, now watch your step as you go down the stairs.” Bastien answered.

The woman reached out for Drake's hand in the dark, and he gratefully took it. When they reached the dimly lit lobby she started talking nervously.

“We have a carriage waiting outside. I'm really sorry I left you in the state you're in. I panicked and fled when you passed out. I thought you were dead.”

“You left in such a rush that you didn’t even get dressed my dear,” Bastien scolded, “Which is a shame considering the trouble you went through to steal that gown in the first place.”

Drake frowned, feeling even more perplexed than before. “But…but all the blood? She looks fine. Whose was it?”

“Sssh, you're going to wake everyone,” She whispers and tugs at his hand when Drake stops in the middle of the room.

“We'll explain everything when we get to where we're going. Now please let's go.” Bastien opens the front door to the hotel, sticking his head outside to make sure the way was clear. Seeing no one he leads them out to the waiting carriage. After Drake and the girl climb inside, Bastien climbs up into the driver's seat.

Drake was starting to wish he hadn't met Bastien and his mystery woman, but he had nowhere else to go. Plus she still had his coat and he wanted it back. To him she had been Elizabeth Beaumont, but knowing now that it was a lie, he wanted the truth.

Sitting across from him in the carriage wearing only her cotton undergarments and his old wool coat, she didn't look nearly as well put together or noble as when she first walked into the tavern. With her pale skin and large eyes she looked fragile like a doll. The way her blonde curls framed her face and her slim frame made the shoulders of his wool coat droop added to the illusion. If possible she was more beautiful to Drake now than in her noble disguise.

As the carriage swayed side to side down the deserted street Drake spoke up, “You’re not really Elizabeth Beaumont are you?”

She shook her head, “Mary, my name is Mary. I was one of their maids.”

“Was?”

“I was fired for stealing the gown I was wearing, among other reasons.”

Drake frowned, “But would’t they have taken the dress back when you were dismissed?”

“Bastien let me keep it.”

“Why? What is he to the Beaumonts anyway?”

“Their head of security. Look I was more than just the maid ok? At least to the Duke anyway. Elizabeth caught us in bed together and wanted me gone. As his Mistress he would often confide in me, especially when he’d had too much wine to drink. He didn’t want his dirty little secrets to leave with me, so he ordered Bastien to make me disappear.”

“Disappear? As in…”

Mary nods.

“Well he obviously couldn't go through with it if you're still here right?”

Mary doesn't say anything, though her eyes look sad as she gazes back at him.

“So you got fired, and ...left the Beaumonts. So why is Bastien parading you around like some Lady?”

Mary looks down, picks at a thread on Drake’s jacket. “Because now I work for him.”

“Work for him how?”

“I..I’d rather let him tell you.”

The carriage comes to a stop and Mary pulls the curtain aside to peek out the window. “We’re here.”

Drake sits forward on the seat, his hands gripping the edge of the cushion nervously. “And where is ‘here’ exactly?”

Before Mary can answer, Bastien is out of the driver's seat and pulling open the door. “We must hurry, it will be dawn soon.”

After climbing out of the carriage with Mary, Drake takes in his surroundings. They were in front of a two story house with a tiny front garden and a wrought iron fence. There was no light in the windows, and the overgrown state of the garden gave the impression of neglect or abandonment.

“I need to take the carriage down the road and then set the horses free. Take Drake into the house.”

When Mary holds out her hand to Drake this time he shoves his hands in his pockets instead. He shrugs, “Sorry, my hands aren’t that clean. I'll just follow thanks.”

Mary holds his coat tighter around herself, “Alright then, suit yourself.”

Drake follows her through the gate and along the overgrown path of the stone walkway. “Whose house is this?”

When they reach the door, Drake is surprised to see Mary open it without a key. “It was my Mother's house,” she answers quietly, her voice heavy with sadness.

“Was your Mother's house? Where is she now?”

Mary doesn't answer, but as they step into the narrow front hall they're met with a musty and foul odor. Drake wrinkles up his nose and covers his face with his sleeve. He realizes it's the smell of something gone rotten. Mary doesn't seem to notice, and busied herself with lighting the oil lamps. Stepping into the front sitting room, Drake sees the hulking shapes of furniture under dust covers. When Mary lifts the edge of one sheet, Drake gets the hint and helps her remove them. Once the room has been put back into service, Mary starts gathering the sheets and folding them.

“While I take care of these, could you build a fire in the grate for us? Bastien will be here any moment and then no doubt he'll find some other task for me to do.”

Drake nods and then gets to work on a fire. He notices some dusty framed family photos on the mantle near the box of matches. The largest one features a man and women in formal clothing posing in front of the same fireplace. Drake pulls a match out of the box and gestures toward the photo, “Are these people your parents?”

Mary takes the photo down and dusts it off with the corner of one of the sheets. “Yes, this wasn't long after they were married.”

Mary traces the faces of her parents with her fingers and then puts the picture back.

"So where are they now?" Drake asks as he arranges pieces of wood in the fireplace.

"Father died shortly after I started working for the Beaumonts. Mother was upset that I didn't leave my job and come back home to be with her and to help her run the house. I told her I needed a life of my own, and would send her money on the monthly."

Drake looks around the room at the worn corners of the quality wooden side tables, and faded but intact cushions and upholstery. Mary's mother had felt pride in her home and kept it neat, overpolishing surfaces to keep them clean, a working class widow trying to hold onto everything she had to maintain her status in society.

"It must have been difficult to support yourself and your mother on a maid's wages."

Mary shrugs, looking down at the tattered fabric of Drake's wool coat, her voice taking on a shy tone as she remembered how she was paid for extra favors. "I did what I had to do, and the Duke paid better than most. I was one of his favorites."

"Yes, until suddenly you weren't."

"Bastien looks after me now. And he's shown me how to fend for myself when he's busy at the Beaumont estate."

Drake looks down at his dirty hands and stained shirt, "I suppose this is your house now. Do you have a bathtub where I could clean up a little?"

Mary blushes at the thought of helping Drake bathe, "Oh, of course! How silly of me. You'll be needing new clothes as well. I'm not sure if my Father's things will fit you, but it's something at least."

Drake smiles and nods gratefully, following Mary to the staircase. "Lead the way."

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