#PLAYING A HORROR GAME KNOWING IT WOULD MAKE ME STAY UP :D

[freetobeeyouandme]

Chapter 13: Will Sets Himself On Fire

In which Mike babysits a possessed Cleric, a monster throws a tantrum, and Will has a rather extreme solution to their problem. And, yes, the title may give you a hint already. It's great fun, and it's up on Ao3 now!

Tags: M, Graphic Descriptions of Violence, Fantasy AU, Canon Typical Violence, Canon Typical Horror, Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn

Summary:

Mike Wheeler hates High School, so when he almost dies and falls through a portal to another world, he’s not going to complain. Especially not when that world does not only have swords and magic but seems to work exactly according to the rules of his favorite tabletop role-playing game. But his euphoria might be short lived because the party of adventurers he falls in with turns out to be the target of an evil god and the fate of the world might rest on their shoulders. So, exactly like his games of D&D. Except the wanna-be Paladin soon realizes that being a hero is much harder in real life than it is in-game. - Or, Mike gets isekai’d into a world where D&D is real.

An excerpt and taglist below the cut:

Excerpt:

Will follows his every move, head tilted towards him so he can hear Mike’s steps better. He had gone still while Mike looked through his sketches, but as Mike comes back to life, so does the Cleric.

Had the others been gone long enough for them to be safe? Was any distance safe when Will, One, and the demo-monsters shared some kind of hivemind?

But then again, One hadn’t shown himself. Either he knew that the cabin must be deserted because they would not all stay behind with Will, or he didn’t know where they were because Mike was right about the nature of their connection.

Outside it is well and truly dark, and Mike feels the exhaustion of trying to stay up all night start to tug on his eyelids. So, when was safe?

In the end it is the madness that grew in his own silence like bacteria in a vat that makes the decision for him. He grabs some more bread and meat from his pack and steps close to Will.

“There is no point in attacking me,” he says. “I’m alone.”

He hopes that isn’t the wrong information to give the monster in control of his friend.

“I have food, if you’re hungry?”

Will sits still, facing Mike in the way the blind did, his head angled towards him but missing him by an inch.

Mike watches him patiently, waiting for either approval or denial, and perhaps most of all for violence. When Will just continues looking at him he drops the food on his chair and rounds the dragonborn. Whoever had fastened his gag had done a good job, because Mike can barely get it loose, and he has both of his hands free and can actually see what’s going on.

Will tests his jaw as the binding comes loose, but remains quiet. Mike tries to interpret that as a good sign. He isn’t sure that he could have stopped the Cleric from casting a spell if he’d started to recite one, but his silence is, if more unsettling, at least less dangerous.

Careful with his steps he rounds Will, grabbing the food where he’d deposited it. He holds up the bread first, gently tapping Will’s mouth to let him know where it is.

But Will doesn’t take a bite.

“I’ll gag you again if you don’t want to eat,” Mike says, although he knows it’s a weak threat.

The thing inside of Will regards him accordingly. When Mike retracts the bread, it says in a voice that sounds far too close to Will’s: “I will not speak to you. Where are my friends?”

“Our friends are gone,” Mike says, trying to put the food away without taking his eyes off his enemy. “I’m all you’ll get.”

“Left behind for your inadequacy, I’m sure.”

Mike squares his jaw, trying to not let the words get to him. He had suggested this. Will was right, but he had chosen this because he knew they’d be better off without him.

He wordlessly grabs the gag cloth and reaches for Will’s jaw, meaning to refasten it.

Will – or the thing inside of him – understands perfectly, though, and that is when untying it in the first place becomes a really bad idea: He can’t see, but the moment Mike’s fingers brush the scales on his face, he turns his face and snaps at him.

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[nomeniko]

hi :D for the ask game What do you wish more people understood about kazui? Which trial 2 MV do you enjoy the most, and why?

thank you for the ask i would grovel at ur feet in gratitude i hope the sun shines down and makes the light dance for u and you only today

1. if anything ive seen a few theories of kazui possibly revealing himself to be a two faced manipulator of sorts due to his self proclaimed liarness…. like ‘ohh u cant trust what he says he cld be trying to make himself look pitiable to the audience to get voted inno’ sort of theories which is. no he wont do that???

is he a liar? to a degree yes—liar not in the sense that what he says are direct falsities, but more like hes built much of his character to constantly disguise his true intentions/feelings as a defense mechanism. the lies he says are less of words from a schemer and more of redirections from someone who is, all in all, an insecure adult scared of what will happen if he isnt able to meet peoples expectations of him

as much as he calls himself a liar hes mad honest about where he thinks his capabilities lie, which is to say he doesnt believe in his capabilities at all lol. when amane asks him for help with her studies, he turns her down after some consideration bc he doesnt believe himself to be smart enough to help (despite having graduated from a university; sports degree or not credit shld be given where credit is due). when he talks to shidou post ktk attack, he refuses to admit doing any of the work in taking care of the situation and instead puts all the praise onto shidou. even his physical strength and skill (which is arguably the one part of him he does acknowledge and take some sort of belief in) is something he treats as less of something that he has achieved himself and more of an obligation of his—like, hes strong bc to him he HAS to be, bc it is expected of him to protect those who need protecting. he does want to protect others, sure, but much of that wanting comes frm how ingrained it is in him that thats what hes good for, thats what his strength is for (his timeline w/ yuno on her bday says as much nyway)

the way i see it, that self deprication of his plays back into his obsession with meeting the expectations placed onto him, or at least lessening the disappointment of others by lessening those expectations in the first place. if u tell someone that u didnt go to the right university, that u didnt do much to help anyway, that u were born so fundamentally wrong as a person that everything is bound to go to shit as long as ur there (he basically said this to es in his t1 vd im not even kidding), wouldnt that ensure the safety that youre less likely to ruin someone elses confidence in you? less likely to ruin bc in the small chance that u still fuck up, theres not much left to ruin at that point

in the end ig what i wish more ppl understood abt kazui is that hes a liar yes, but not a manipulator. he lies to stay safe, not to be a sadist or whatever. you cant take what he says at face value (in much the same way u cant do the same for any other prisoner tbh), but that does not mean u shldnt take anything he says srsly at all!!!

2. ok this one i have to give a bit of thought, mostly bc i cant pick just one

if the standards were which t2 mv do i enjoy for its direction music n visual wise, purge march takes the cake so quickly. the music itself is so bomb (which like, i cant even find a logical explanation as to why… its just so good to listen to) n the mv itself does such a great job at creating the right atmosphere, both in its flashy theatrics and the subtle uncanniness under it. mayb i have a slight bias bc tpm was the whole reason i got into milgram in the first place, but i stand by it idccc

aesthetic wise, def all knowing and all agony. the horror elements r genuinely disturbing, but not so overbearing that it overwrites the pop style that milgram has going on. i luove the use of amber for blood, plus the filters that remind me of found footage u usually see show up in asian horror movies. i think i was actually terrified the first time i watched the mv

symbolic wise, its cat always and forever god bless. it takes advantage of its aesthetics to hint at subtle secrets so well that it makes me giddy as hell. the use of colors as a part of the set, the transitions frm scene to scene having its own part in making the story, n honestly making the bg more blank than usual readjusts the focus of the mv on what matters p well. i cant mention every detail rn or else id be here all day

[gayboyasher]

Hi, i would love to see kirigiri kyoko x gn s/o streamer were kyoko was bored and decided to accompany him on a stream

I would love to see this idea, thanks :D

I got you, trust 🙏 I’m gonna make this kinda like my last one, and then cut it into a small one shot frl. (Sorry if it’s ass)

Honestly she doesn’t have a problem with you streaming, that’s your ultimate!

Though, gaming just doesn’t seem like her thing.

She is more of the observer, and kinda likes just figuring out the motive and just kinda getting it done.

Also, time to time she’ll check in on your streams on a device. Like a parent tracking their kid 💀.

Usually you do tell her when you’re streaming, so she’ll leave you alone during it.

But one day she got bored.

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“Thank you for the donation!” You exclaimed, adjusting your seating position. You continued to click things until you got to the next level. You were playing a horror game and also having a chill stream, interacting with the viewers and being someone relate-able.

But then two knocks were at the door of your room.

You turned to look at the door, a little confused. But you paused the game and turned to the camera.

“Hold on guys, watch this small video. I’ll be right back.”

You told them, almost like a parent promising their kid before they leave. You played a small song and muted your side before wandering over to the door. You pondered on opening it, but ended up opening it anyway.

“Hey… you okay in here?” It was Kyoko, someone you’d never expect showing up to your door, especially knowing you’re streaming.

“Yea, I’m okay, are you okay?” You asked right back. She nodded, showing no reaction but a small smile. “Do you mind me staying in here until the stream ends? Or would you rather me—“ you did not hesitate to grab her and pull her in. It didn’t matter the reasoning, but just made your heart soar when she wanted to be on the room with you while you were streaming. You sat her down in your second chair and fixed you’re stream, unmuting yourself and unpausing the game.

Your viewers went ballistic. Who was this girl? How was she in relation with you? Why was she so pretty? You pull?! Everyone spammed the chat relentlessly.

“Oh, someone donated $5, thank you so much. “Who is that girl sitting next to you?” This is my girlfriend Kyoko.” You told them calmly, gently putting the hand you didn’t need for the game in one of hers. She stayed silent, not really watching the comments, knowing how some people may be, and watched you. Not the game, you. She did add some commentary’s, but not a lot.

Though, that stream lasted and hour and it ended with youre viewers shocked and Kyoko feeling a bit of pride from being shown off.

[r0s3s26]

This is @shxtodxroki here for our match-up exchange, I’m just sending this from my main blog :>

Name: Bee

Age:19

Pronouns: She/her

Gender for Matches: I would be happy being paired with any gender! And I'd like romantic matches please :D

Fandoms: Haikyuu and JJK :>

Character Preferences: If possible I’d prefer no villains in JJK like Mahito or Sukuna (Though like you said in your ask, my exception would be Choso!) 

Appearance: Bright pink hair (which is wavy if I take care of it properly) that goes a little past my shoulders, 5’7” with green eyes, pretty pale and I have freckles but you can see them much better in the sun. Tend to prefer more cute, pastel and/or feminine styles, but I also like to mix things up sometimes and try different styles especially anything cozy (and I like wearing nerdy/silly t-shirts and shorts/sweatpants almost all the time when I’m at home). I have stretch marks on my legs that I’m a bit insecure about, and lots of little freckles/moles on my arms! 

Personality: Introvert, I love spending time with the people I care about but I also need at least a little bit of alone time each day just to decompress and relax. I have pretty bad anxiety, so I tend to overthink and I’m frequently stressed even if I don’t show it, and even about small things that most people don’t even think about. I’m also super awkward and shy especially when I first meet people especially since I sometimes struggle to read social situations, I’m really not the type to initiate conversations much at first and I even struggle with initiating physical affection with someone I’m close to. Once I feel safe and close with someone I tend to ramble quite a lot about my interests or just topics I’ve dived into recently, and I think I’m a pretty good listener as well! :) I try my best to generally be a friendly person and look out for others, and I tend to avoid conflict unless someone I love is being hurt. My worst trait is probably my procrastination. I’m currently in college and studying to hopefully become an either an ELA or sociology professor, not totally sure yet. I really love learning about things I find interesting/important and getting to share what I learn with people :] I usually enjoy staying up somewhat late as I just like being up and being able to use my time how I like.

Qualities in a Partner: Confidence/willingness to initiate since it’s something I struggle with, someone who’s patient and willing to listen when I’m having a hard time (and I’m more than happy to do the same in return) and someone honest and loyal. Since I’m very anxious, I’d prefer someone who’s open with their affection with me! They don’t have to make it super obvious in public or anything though:) And someone who’s willing to kill/get rid of bugs! My ideal first date would probably be something simple like going out for coffee/a sweet treat and a walk, something that would give us a chance to talk and get to know one another!

Love Languages: Gifts and physical touch for giving (I love getting to see people’s reactions when I get them gifts I know they’ll love) and physical touch and words of affirmation for receiving.

Interests/Hobbies: I’m a big fan of horror or mystery movies/media. (My favorite movie is Knives Out) I really enjoy reading and writing too! I enjoy anime/manga (my favorite anime is Yuri on Ice) and there are a few kinds of video games I really enjoy like visual novels (especially spooky ones), games like Danganronpa or or “cozy games” like Minecraft or Stardew Valley! I also play the cello and I work backstage as the stage manager in most of my school’s theater productions. I really enjoy all kinds of music, I listen to anything from k-pop to musicals to “emo” music to just regular pop. I’m currently trying to learn how to play DnD, and I really enjoy collecting things even when I lose interest! (As in, even after I stop fixating on an interest so much and switch over to a new one, I never get rid of the merch because it still brings me joy and reminds me of how important that thing was to me :> ) I like anything that makes me emotional, whether it’s soul-crushingly sad or super heartwarming, I just like when media can make me feel things, and I’m a big crier since I tend to get emotional pretty easily :]

Dislikes: Bugs, math, people with an ego that makes them treat others poorly, vanilla-scented things

Sorry this is so long, I tend to ramble on and have trouble condensing things lol but I hope this is enough, and thank you so much again for agreeing to this exchange! I’m excited to see what you think :)

Your Matchups are…Kurro Tetsuro and Nanami Kento

<3 He would think your style is super cute

<3 Would buy you accessories that he thinks would look good on you

<3 Also buys matching nerd t-shirts

<3 Because his best friend is kenma he has a lot of experience with introverted people

<3 I feel like he is a secret omnivert but he puts up a extravert front

<3 Like pretends to be super social but actually get overstimulated super quick(projecting)

Like picture this:

You both just left early from a work party at his job because your social battery was going down and you had been wanting to leave for a bit. Once you guys get home and start settling into bed he gets his over the ear headphones he usually uses for working out, and he gets into yalls shared bed and just starts cuddling into your side and is just super quiet. You pull him closer and whisper “are you ok?” he nods his head yes and just nuzzles his head into the side of your neck and wraps his arms around you and just calms his breathing

<3 When you guys first met/started to hang out he was super ok with carrying the conversations for a bit until you wanted to open up more to him

<3 He would help you stay on track and study for your degree

<3 Study dates would be 50% actually studying and the other 50% would be talking shit about your classmates and the people at his job

<3 He would tell you fun facts each day just cause

<3 When he gets little gifts from you he ether puts them on his work desk or his desk at home so he always has a little piece of you to remind him off

<3 Would try getting into some of your hobbies with you like horror movies and manga

<3 But for video game stuff he introduces you to Kenma because he is a streamer and now you are a regular guest on his streams when he plays games like Minecraft, Danganronpa, or any other game he thinks you would also enjoy to play

(Kurro secretly loves that you and his best friend also get along so well cause you 2 are the most important people in his life)

Song:

<3 You and Nanami are pretty similar in certain ways

<3 Like you are both pretty introverted and will probably keep to y’alls selves most of the time

<3 Likes the style/aesthetic difference between you both

<3 Also will buy you stuff that matches your style

<3 Both of these rich ass man ready to spoil you, lucky asf

<3 Secretly would like physical affection

<3 Like the biggest cuddle bug but don’t tell anyone else that or he will be mortified

<3 Would kiss your stretch marks, and whisper things he loves about you to make you feel better like this:

You both had just gotten out of the shower and ready to unwind for the night. You are in a pair of his boxers and an old Yuri on Ice shirt reading a manga you had recently bought. Nanami goes and lays next to your legs on the bed, slightly laying his head in your lap. He sees your exposed stretch marks and starts to kiss them and whisper sweet nothings into your skin. Stuff like “You're so beautiful my love” and “Love you so much”. Just being such a lovey dovey sap for you

<3 Loves going to cafes with you

<3 Has a list going on with you where you rank the best cafes in the area so you both know which ones to go to next

<3 So we both know what Nanami looked like in high school

<3 EMOOO

<3 I feel like he still listens to that type of music still

<3 Like has playlist full of Panic! at the Disco, Pierce the Veil, Paramore, MCR, maybe some green day in there

<3 Also still has his old t shirts so sometimes you both wear the same band tees unironically and laugh at each other

Song:

(Authors Note: Sorry if it isnt super long, im still trying to get my groove with this😓)

[dreamyautumns]

So um... I feel like hiding in the pocket of Idia's hoodie would be extremely comfortable so....

Maybe Prefect got shrunk in a lab accident and rather than dealing with the chaos they just decide to hide with our favorite blue fire haired gamer?

(Please?)

Yes, I can do Idia! Requested by Anon! Giant!Idia and Tiny!Reader :D

“You know, you can’t stay hidden inside there forever.”

You were snuggled within the hood of Idia’s jacket, the warmth from his hair relaxing you as you try to forget your situation. You had been shrunk by a potion that had gone haywire, and all of this was during a joint lesson as well.

So, when no one was looking, you ducked into the folds of Idia’s jacket to keep yourself safe. At least, until the effects wore off. Idia didn’t seem to particularly care you were in there. He was pretty startled at first, but he eventually settled with the decision to keep you with him.

“I know I can’t stay here forever,” you answered, “I just need to stay out of sight so Riddle doesn’t come get me.”

Idia stops in his tracks, followed by the pressing of a keypad. A door slid open before the two of you as he entered. You presumed you were in his room now. It was pretty dark.

“Riddle-shi doesn’t like me either, y’know,” Idia grumbles, the flames on his head slowly dimming a bit. “Y-you can’t stay here in my hidey hole long! I want you out tonight!”

“That’s a little harsh for your kouhai, don’tcha think?” you asked.

“I-I need to be o-on co-op soon w-with my online buddy! W-we’re defeating the demon king in this game we’ve been playing! N-not like a normie like you would even understand…”

You tilt your head as you pop out of Idia’s jacket hoodie. You climb out onto his shoulder and look over to see him getting comfortable on his chair.

“I like video games!”

Idia pauses. “Y-you do?”

You nod. You wanted to try and understand him better by talking to him. “One of my favorite genres is JRPG’s…”

The blue-haired boy stops and brings his legs close. “I-It is?”

You nod, then slide down his arm and onto the table. You then stand before him, unsure of how to continue the conversation.

“I also enjoy platformers too! What are your favorite genres?”

Idia’s hair tips gently flicker to a light pink, perhaps to show that he is embarrassed. “I-I… really don’t mind, TBH… anything is cool with me…”

You smile lightly. “We could make the most of this situation by getting to know one each other better.”

Idia starts to stammer. “H-huh? You w-wanna have a n-normie conversation w-with me…? But I h-hate talking a l-lot!” He draws his knees closer to him and leans further into his chair. “A-and you’re so tiny, t-too… it’s just l-like Little Nightmares…”

You tilt your head. “Is that an indie game?”

Idia nods. “H-horror game… you remind me of the p-protagonist…”

“Do you wanna hold me?”

Idia looks taken aback. “H-hold you? W-when you’re so f-fragile and easy t-to squash?! T-too big of a responsibility… c-can I “nope” outta this?”

You sigh and decide to back off to give him some space. You sit down on his desk and gently turn away from him to allow him time to calm his nerves.

As soon as you turn away, a shadow covers your body. You have no time to whirl around before a heavy object pats your head. You look up and realize it is Idia’s finger, and he seems to want to rub your head. You decide against turning around to not worry him.

Idia seems to mumble under his breath as a gentle pink light comes from behind. “They’re kinda cute…”

You decide to turn around. As soon as you do, Idia’s hair reverts to burning bright blue as he shies away and turns on his monitor.

“Y’know, Shroud, we’re friends… so you can talk to me if you ever want to, ok?” you remind him. Idia looks down at you and blinks his shining yellow eyes.

“R-really…?”

You nod. “Mhm! It’s a promise!”

Idia cracks a tiny grin and tilts his head. “O-once this whole shrinking f-fiasco is over… m-maybe I can write you or something…”

You nod in agreement. “Ok! Deal.”

[variablejabberwocky]

started watching delicious in dungeon/dungeon meishi (sp?). or as i like to call it

~*AUTISM COOKING DUNGEON*~

dear god y'all have undersold this to me. and like i get it. spoilers and all that. but holy shit

our boy isn't like... "tee-hee little-bit of autistic, just a smidge" like you were all making me think. no no. no, this guy is DEEPLY autistic. we're talking "normally we only give THIS much autism to aliens and robots" kind of autism. the "i need an allistic translator for my social fubars" autism (rip your sister dude). the "i learned a thing! so now im not gonna shut up about it for at least an hour" autism.

and they gave this to THE ONE SINGULAR HUMAN IN THE PARTY. this guy is a HUMAN FIGHTER/KNIGHT-type that is like the MOST BORING/NORMIE shit in a d&d style setting. that is "why are you even playing a fantasy game?" level of normie shit.

and THAT is who gets to be The Party Freak(tm)

i love it. completely unironically/unsarcasticly i love it. they took the "that much autism isn't human anymore" bullshit thats so prolific its basically a trope and went NOPE FUCK THAT NOISE

what i find unforgivable though is that none of you mentioned he's a Kronk too.

boy sounds SO SO STUPID but is so so smart when you actually listen to what the fuck he's on about now (and think on why he's on about it right then). he's a big tank (literally in the fantasy class sense) that just wants to help everyone and do his little special interest shit on the side. and it is on the side because the other two seem like they had no idea it was more than trivia until he didn't have to help micromanage a massive party. like this shit has clearly been on repeat in his brain in the background for A WHILE but he was so busy helping/keeping everyone alive it got shoved aside of his outward behavior unless it was useful. he is a lovable dorky himbo and NONE of you mentioned this.

anyway, i'm also loving the way this whole show is basically only like this because him and senshi are vibing on the same wavelength and the other two are basically just along for the ride to save their friend/part member

the whole thing has a Green Eggs and Ham kind of thing going on with it too. but like...environmentalist about it? like it was more subtle about the whole "hey maybe work WITH your current environment rather than against it" bit and then we found out what senshi normally does and subtlety just went right out the fucking window on that front.

i'm also liking the way it both explores the horrors of dying in a world where being brought back to life is common, while also kind of...poking fun at it? like its reminding me of a thing i heard something like "the difference between comedy and tragedy is how far from it you are" kind of concept.

like they are so fucking ... how the fuck do you spell it blase? with the little "/" over the e. that. the story is so bland in how it handles how people came back from horrific deaths and yet when the characters have to face things that remind them of their own it gets heartbreaking very quickly. but like...chillchuck. goddamn. we get just enough from his perspective that its harrowing but the way its shown to us the reader/viewer is like a comedy skit

cause like...its both.

these guys keep dying/nearly dying to THE. SAME. FUCKING. SHIT.

mage elf is slimebait, chillchuck is basically Dungeon Canary with an emphasis on mimics, and himbro over here is gonna get himself killed trying to pet/eat a new monster no one else knows about at some point. probably why his sister seems to have specialized in healing magic.

i know the fandom is thinking once they get his sister back that she's gonna be Just Like Him but i think it would be much funnier AND more 'realistic' if they were classic autism-adhd alliance but siblings about it. like him being better at staying on a task and her being better at navigating social cues and shit. and both of them with their own little special interest energy. i'm betting her's is magic. and thats why even magic elf is like "omg shes so good at magic i'm no where near that level" about it. i mean its also the lesbianism but there IS more to that than thirst from what i've seen.

anyway i'm 6 episodes into what seems to be 12 available on netflix and i'm already hooked. might have to see if i can get my hands on the manga or something too

[natimiles]

Come a Little Closer | Chapter 5 (final)

Read: Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4

Words: 4489

Pairs: gn!reader/Arthur; f!MC/Mozart

Tags: swearing; drinking; spoilers from Mozart’s and Arthur’s route in one big bowl of salad; lots of pet names (because I love it); MC is the one in-game, just to make it more clear; Mozart being petty; reader and Arthur being adorable and chaotic; suggestive scenes because we have Arthot as one of the main characters; Arthur simping over you.

Breakfast had been as normal as it could be. Dazai entered through the window, returning from who knows where; Theo stuffed his face with pancakes and syrup; and Jean had to be dragged out of his room to actually eat something. However, Mozart didn’t show up, and you didn’t hear him playing through the night, so you weren’t sure what happened.

When everyone finished and dispersed to their respective rooms and errands, you went to the kitchen to clean up. Arthur sometimes stayed to keep you company, chat about trivialities, and even help when Sebastian allowed him — and he didn’t approve much of Arthur’s help ever since the writer said he’d do the dishes, hit his arm on three glasses that were too close to the edge of the sink, and broke them. Today was one of those days that he stayed but wasn’t allowed to touch anything.

Sebastian went to Comte’s office, probably to give him his morning tea, while MC was assembling Isaac’s brunch. And Arthur pulled a chair to your side, hugging you by the waist while you finished polishing the cutlery.

“I’ll get this to Isaac. Be right back!” MC said, leaving the kitchen.

“Sooo,” Arthur said, a cheeky smile on his face. He got up to corner you against the counter. “Looks like we’re alone, my love.”

“Well observed, detective,” you giggled.

“Any ideas?”

"Lots of them,” you said, turning around to look at him. He grinned, but it faded quickly. “But none for right now because I have a ton of work to do.”

"Come on, honey, humor me," he pouted, and you couldn't help but burst into laughter.

“I’m sorry, honey, but I really need to finish here,” you consoled him. “But I can make up to you some other time.”

“Mmm, tempting,” he leaned in and gave you a quick kiss on the lips.

"For God’s sake, I don’t want to see it every time I walk into a room,” Mozart said, sounding disgusted. “I promised to behave, but you have to as well. And it’s not sanitary to do it here,” he frowned.

“Would you prefer we go to my room?” Arthur asked, smirking.

The musician looked at you, as if asking permission to kill your boyfriend right this instant. He opted to just groan and get something to eat. “Don’t push your luck.”

“I’m just teasing you, Wolfie. You need to get laid to relax a little.”

Mozart whipped around so fast to face Arthur that his neck snapped, his eyes widening in horror and surprise. He was blushing so hard that even his ears were red. You didn’t know if it was anger or embarrassment, probably both.

“Why would you say it out loud?” you sighed heavily, pinching the bridge of your nose.

“Was?” His voice finally came out. Looked like Arthur broke your brother.

Silence. No one dared to say a word for a whole minute.

“Is everything okay, Mozart?” MC’s melodious voice cut through the awkward silence, prompting all three of you to stop staring at each other and turn to look at her standing in the doorway. You really liked MC, but now was the worst time for her to come back. “Your face is really red. Are you sick? Can I help you with something?”

Oh, no. 

“Yes, yes!” Arthur said. You gazed at him, seeing his grin widening on his face. You told him that you thought Mozart was starting to like MC, and he couldn’t resist such good timing for teasing. “I think you’re the only one who can help Wolfie right now.”

“Oh!” She took a step forward, her eyes filled with concern. “What can I do for you?”

Mozart didn’t say anything, just glared at Arthur and left the room, muttering something under his breath; you’d bet he was swearing in German. He didn’t even have time to grab coffee or something to eat before leaving, just some blanc.

MC followed the musician with her gaze until he was out of sight. Frowning, she looked back at you. “What happened? Did I do something?”

“No, you did nothing. Don’t worry.” You glanced at your boyfriend, a scowl on your face. “But you…”

“I didn’t know that would happen!” He raised his hands to try to defend himself. “But it was funny.”

“I’d sleep with an eye open tonight, just to make sure,” you sighed.

xxx

Mozart ran to his music room and slammed the door shut. He sat down on his piano bench to catch his breath; he wasn’t used to running. Yes, as soon as he was out of the kitchen, he ran. He didn’t know why, he just knew he had to get out of there. Usually, he was really good at ignoring Arthur or making a snarky comment back, but today his brain stopped functioning; the scoundrel really outdid himself. MC arriving didn’t help either; she looked so worried, his heart panged when he saw her face.

How was he supposed to look at her now? He knew he acted weird, and she wouldn’t let it slip. She was stubborn and usually did everything she could to make him talk to her. Wasn’t that how they started chatting anyway? He didn’t know if he should be grateful or not because this was the whole reason for his predicament now, but he really didn’t want to talk about what happened.

His mood soured when he realized he had no way out. He agreed to teach her how to play the song he composed for her. She’d probably look for him when she wasn’t so busy, and deep in his heart, he longed for the time he’d spend with her. On the other hand, he knew every lesson he taught her would be a countdown to the day she’d go away — the day she’d leave the mansion forever and never come back. He groaned aloud; his sour mood only worsened now.

Mozart looked down at the piano, attempting to keep himself busy, but he couldn’t concentrate. He wasn’t oblivious or dense. After spending the night thinking about it, he came to the logical conclusion that she was the shortest friendship he ever had because he was in love with her. And that’s when the problem really started. What should he do about it? Should he say something? Would she be mad at him if he told her about his feelings? Was there even a slight chance of her reciprocating? Would she stay if he asked? Did he have the right to ask that of her? He mistreated her half of her time in the mansion; would she even believe he was now in love with her?

He blamed your stupid advice; that was the reason he was going crazy. ‘Won’t hurt to just think’, his ass! He spent the whole night thinking about MC, without being able to reach a conclusion that made actual sense and wouldn’t hurt anyone. When he realized, the sun was rising while he was still staring at his ceiling in silence, his heart beating faster than ever before.

He didn’t realize he had missed lunch until his uncomfortable thoughts and lonely silence were broken by the worst person — again. Three knocks on the door and her sweet voice calling him.

“Mozart? Are you in there?”

He thought back to what Arthur said in the kitchen in the morning, how worried she looked, what you told him about his feelings… it all made his breath hitch in his throat. He heard her mumble something and realized he hadn’t responded yet. She was probably leaving, assuming he wasn’t there. Would she continue to look for him or just give up and go back to her chores?

“Come in,” he replied, his voice was hoarse, so he cleared his throat to try to make it better. He turned around to look at her, and as soon as she entered the room, her sweet, alluring scent hit his senses hard. He was so screwed.

“You didn’t show up for lunch,” she said with a smile that seemed to illuminate the whole room, and he thought he’d go blind. “So I brought you a plate and some blanc.” She set the tray on his coffee table, studying his face with a frown. “You look tired.”

“I stayed up all night.”

“Really? I didn’t hear your piano like I usually do.”

“I was in my bedroom, just couldn’t sleep,” he wearily answered.

“Mmm… If you need something, tell me,” she said, her voice filled with worry. “I’ll try to help in any way I can.”

“Yes, thank you,” he sighed.

“I mean it,” she said matter-of-factly, reassuring her support to him. He only nodded, and she smiled. “Great.”

He noticed how she stood in the middle of the room, looking at him and fidgeting with her fingers. “You want to ask about your lessons, right?” he inquired. She was too easy to read, and he found it delightful.

“Ah, well… yes. But I don’t wanna impose! You already spent the whole night awake, you should rest.”

“It’s fine. I’m free now,” he shrugged. If he was gonna suffer with her presence, it’d be better to just do it already. “What about you?”

“Ah, I need to help clean the kitchen, but then I’ll be free for a while!”

“Alright, I’ll be here then,” he tried to sound nonchalant as usual.

She left the room with a big smile and promised to be back quickly so as not to disturb his composing. If only she knew she was disturbing even when she wasn’t there — not that it was her fault anyway. With a deep sigh, Mozart got up and reached for the food and blanc she brought him, trying not to dwell on how the drink seemed to make no difference to his thirst.

xxx

Despite his heart telling him to scream from the balcony so the whole of Paris would hear that he liked MC, he didn’t do it. He kept quiet, even though it was proving to be hard to keep it to himself during their music lessons. And with each passing day, he felt like he was about to explode the whole mansion, because each day that passed brought him one day closer to her leaving.

“Wait, what was this note again?” she asked, pointing at the music sheet in front of them. Mozart had dragged another bench for her to sit beside him, to make it easier to teach her, of course.

“An E,” he replied patiently. “It’s this one here.” He played the key.

“Okay!” She tried playing again.

“Just remember, it changes when the clef changes.” She shot him a quizzical look, and he thought it was the most adorable expression he had ever seen on her face — at least at the moment; he believed she had many other ‘most adorable expressions’. He pointed to the music sheet. “Pay attention here. See? With the treble clef, it’s E. But with the bass clef, it’s G.”

“Ah, right…” She frowned and sighed. 

“Do you want to play with only your right hand for now? It’s easier.”

“No, I can do it!” She perked up and smiled again. She stared intently at the music sheet, and he heard her mumbling the notes to figure out where she should place her hands. “Here, right?”

“Right. But use this finger.” He gently guided her left hand, his touch lingering a second longer than necessary.

She hummed in agreement and started to play. She wasn’t the best music student, but he could tell she was really trying. Slowly pressing the keys, she took her time to think about which note to play and then executed it, prolonging all the durations. She was biting her lip in concentration, grimacing whenever her finger didn’t press the key with the necessary strength, and the sound was almost inaudible.

If any other person played the way she did, Mozart would find it hideous and make them stop. However, it was her. And as quickly as he figured out his feelings, he realized they ran deep, because, for him, she was playing something beautiful.

She was still in the first page and probably wouldn’t be able to finish learning the whole song before leaving, but he could tell that she was happy with just learning it at all. She had a huge smile when she turned to look at him, caught by surprise to find he was studying her face.

“A-ah… Erm… How was it?” She hesitated, the words seemed to fly away from her brain when she gazed into his eyes.

“Not the worst,” he replied.

He leaned over a little, enough to be closer than usual. Taking a deep breath, he frowned. It was already hard to sit beside her, but her scent was almost unbearably more intense this close. He twirled a lock of her hair around his index finger and brought it to his face, savoring her delicious scent as he kissed it without even realizing what he was doing.

“Um, Mozart?” she asked, her face blushing. 

“Are you wearing a new perfume?”

“No,” her voice was almost a whisper. “Why do you ask?”

“Just curious,” he replied dismissively.

She opened her mouth to say something but closed it again when she looked into his eyes, noticing how they stared right into her soul. Her breath hitched, and she saw his gaze waver; it lasted for a second or two, but she noticed — she paid him enough attention.

He continued to stare at her intensely. With his keen ear, he clearly heard the hitch in her breath, and he wondered if he could also hear her heartbeat.

Could he hear her blood pumping in her veins?

Could he feel it?

Unconsciously, he leaned closer, entranced by his own thoughts.

He stopped when he heard her release a low whimper. What was he doing? His eyes widened slightly; he had never felt this out of control before. Though he should back away, he found himself unable to move. She showed no sign of retreating either. He assumed she was too stunned to move, and he was right, though not for the reason he initially thought.

She was already nervous around Mozart, but it intensified now. She wasn’t clueless or stupid; she knew she liked him, even if they had gotten close just a week ago or so. She didn’t want to tell him anything — not now, at least — and risk ruining the friendship they had just started. However, how was she supposed to keep it together when he acted like... that? She swore he was about to kiss her or... bite her — maybe both. Goosebumps ran up her spine, and she took a deep breath, trying to calm down her heart. Keyword: try.

“I-I’m on dust duty after this,” she stuttered, her voice still low. He raised an inquisitive brow, not following where this topic was coming from. “I’ll help Sebas with dinner later and probably go downtown with YN to run some errands. Some residents asked us to buy stuff next time we were downtown…” She was rambling; he had never seen her so nervous. She was always a talkative person, but there was something endearing about how she was speaking so rapidly and randomly in that moment. She even slipped in some words in her mother language. “I noticed we’re running out of coffee while brewing some this morning, so I have to buy some coffee too… Do you also drink tea? I like tea more than coffee. If you’d like to try some, I can tell you about the ones more likely to suit your taste.”

He couldn’t say anything in response. What was he supposed to say anyway? She stopped talking abruptly, licking her lips and biting them to prevent herself from nervously ranting again. His eyes flicked down to follow the motion and then turned to hers, observing how they apprehensively looked at him. 

Mozart knew his feelings were still new, but if he didn’t do or say something now, when would he? She’d leave in a day and a half… He didn’t have time. On the other hand, it could turn out badly and ruin everything for good. From his point of view, he had two options to consider at the moment: 1. feign innocence and kiss her cheek as a way of expressing friendship, pretending this was his idea from the start; 2. pull away and risk not being able to share his feelings with her, likely also lying that he never tried anything.

However, a third option lingered, one that existed only in her mind for now.

Unable to bear the tension any longer, she was never one to think before acting — that’s how she got there in the first place. Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes tightly and prayed for the best, closing the gap between them. It was nothing more than a brush of lips, and then she pulled away slightly, fluttering her eyes open.

“What was that for?” His voice came out as a husky whisper. His face was flushed, and his eyes were unreadable; she thought he might be mad at her.

A little panicky, she straightened her body, averting her gaze. MC nervously fidgeted with her fingers, her throat felt dry, and she believed she had lost her voice. She thought about running away, lock herself in her bedroom, and cry until the door opened again, so she could throw herself straight to the 21st century even if this wasn’t what she wanted. Yes, she was thinking about staying, but if he got angry and she ended up ruining everything, her anxious mind thought it’d be better to just go back to her time in shame — not her home, because she felt at home in the mansion now.

“I-I-I…” She attempted to say something, but her voice caught in her throat, and her lips quivered. A soft sniffle escaped her, and she felt her cheeks getting wet. She wasn’t sure if her legs would be able to keep her steady enough to stand up and run now.

“Why are you crying?” His eyes widened momentarily. Internally, he was panicking and screaming, but he had to maintain a calm expression to avoid startling her further. Gently, he reached for her face, turning her to look at him while wiping away her tears.

MC tried to formulate something, but a sob was the only thing that came out. Feeling vulnerable, stupid, and confused, she found herself surprised by the gentle touch, especially after he had sounded annoyed when asking about the kiss.

Mozart couldn’t stand to see her crying, especially because he didn’t even understand why she was crying in the first place. He pulled her against his chest, embracing her reassuringly. “Don’t cry.” He threaded his fingers through her hair to help calm her down. “Stop crying already.” His words were stern, but his voice remained soft, gentle, and filled with concern. His calm façade was crumbling down.

It took her a few minutes to calm down, and Mozart held her in tightly the whole time. Finally, she let out a shuddered, relieved breath, and he tried to keep her in his arms, but she pulled away. Nervously, she glanced around the music room, as if searching for the right words. He didn’t press; he simply waited, gazing into her puffy eyes and her red, tear-stained face.

“I’m sorry,” she softly murmured. He considered saying something, but realized she probably had more to express; she was only struggling to find the right words. “I didn’t mean to impose and make you upset. It was stupid, and I apologize for… you know.”

“I’m not,” he replied, frowning. 

She looked at him as if she had discovered some brand new information. “You’re not?”

“No.” He raised an eyebrow. Was she bad at reading people or was he bad at showing his feelings? Perhaps a little bit of both.

“Annoyed then?” She frowned, trying to understand. “In any case, I apologize-”

“You have nothing to apologize for,” he interrupted. “But you indeed made a mistake.” Her eyes wavered for only a second.

Mozart leaned in closer again, but this time he didn’t stop to think; he just closed the gap between them. Keeping his eyes open to gauge her reaction, he noticed how she widened her eyes before closing them, and only then did he close his too. Sliding his hand behind her neck, he kept her close to deepen the kiss, feeling her shudder a breath and grab him by his lapel.

It was good, it was like being complete, and it was about to make Mozart be driven by bloodlust. He broke the kiss to gaze into MC’s eyes. She pulled back, and she was about to take her hands away from him, but he held them in place.

“Can you see your mistake now?” he asked, chuckling at her puzzled gaze.

She frowned while playing with his lapel. “But can you blame me?” she said, her voice still stammering a bit. “You send me mixed signals, I’m not sure how to feel, how you feel.”

Oh, he knew what the problem was. He was just too stubborn and shy to admit it out loud. Pulling her into a hug, he hid his flushing face from her while he contemplated how to confess. “I’ll try to make it clear from now on, so you better not cry about it again because I’ll keep you close for a good time.”

“Is this your way of telling me you like me?” She giggled, shaking his body with hers. “See, you need to practice the delivery; it’s still confusing. You talk like you’re scolding me.” She wrapped her arms around him, hugging him back with a squeeze.

“I know.” He smiled and kissed the top of her head.

They stayed there, enjoying the peace and quiet for a few minutes, until she looked up at him, placing her chin on his chest. “It’s really nice here, but I need to go.”

His arms instinctively tightened around her body. “No. I won’t let you go, I can’t.”

“But-”

“No buts. I’m being selfish, and I don’t care.” He gently cradled her face in his hands, treating her like the most precious and delicate thing in the whole world. “You’re staying, you hear me? I might not deserve you after mistreating you for a good time, but you can’t leave! You’re not allowed to leave me!”

Breathing heavily, as if he had just completed a marathon, Mozart continued to gaze into her eyes. His own eyes attempted to convey his feelings. She blinked a few times, tilting her head to the side and leaning into the palm of his hand. It was an action that would’ve made him swoon if not for the extremely confused expression on her face. Didn’t she feel the same? But they just kissed… Didn’t she want to stay?

“What are you saying?” she inquired.

“Exactly what you heard.”

Raising an inquisitive eyebrow, she tried to understand. A playful smile spread across her face in the next second. “Well, well, it looks like I’m not the only one making mistakes today, Mozart.”

He frowned and lightly pinched her cheeks. “Why are you laughing?”

“I was talking about needing to go help Sebastian with dinner.”

“... What?”

“I should ask you: what?” She chuckled. “Did you think I was talking about going to the future? Because I’m not going back; I’ll stay here in the mansion. I already talked to Comte.”

He blinked slowly, processing her question. “You’re not going back home?”

“Mmm, I’m already home.” She flashed him a loving smile, and his heart skipped a beat. “I made up my mind last week. I like it here better than in the future.”

“But you said you wanted to learn the music to play when you went home…”

“Ah, yes… Well, I wasn’t exactly lying; I was still indecisive then. However, I also used it as an excuse to spend more time with you and see if I could do something about my feelings.”

“Honestly…” Mozart sighed and frowned, but she could see him suppressing a smile. “What am I gonna do with you? You better take responsibility for deceiving me.”

He leaned down to kiss her once more, and she laughed. It was so typical of him; she was already getting the hang of reading into his words and actions, but she knew she’d get even better.

They’d have plenty of time, after all.

xxx

Little bonus scene:

Comte was throwing another party to celebrate another guest deciding to permanently live there with them — and he was going all out again.

You were sitting on the couch, a glass of wine in one hand, your boyfriend’s arm over your shoulder, and happiness bubbling inside you. It all felt familiar, as if this entire scene had happened before. And it really had, but things had changed a lot since last time.

This time, you didn’t have to drag your brother or pull the young sibling charm to convince him to play; he was there by his own accord, sitting by the piano with his girlfriend and smiling. You saw Shakespeare passing by, staring at Mozart’s smile, probably thinking someone had already given him alcohol. You knew he hadn’t drunk anything; as cheesy and sappy as it sounded, he was drunk on love.

Arthur was nuzzling his nose against your face and kissing you like another love-drunk vampire when you heard MC’s voice ringing in front of you.

“Hey, guys!” She sat by your other side, smiling. 

Mozart wasn’t with her, but he arrived a few seconds later, with a plate of appetizers and a drink in his hands. He frowned looking at you three and turned to MC, going to sit on her other side. He could sit between you and her, but despite not liking to share her attention, he knew she liked talking to you — and you to her. He gave her the food and drink, and she beamed at him, kissing his cheek.

You and Arthur couldn’t help but notice that Mozart didn’t take a second look in your direction, not even saying anything about how close you were or anything. To his credit, he had been better ever since he and MC got together; his possessive and petty behavior was now fully focused on his girlfriend — who thankfully knew very well how to handle it. They were really a good couple, and you were happy that you had the whole idea of setting them up.

“Told you he needed to get laid to relax,” Arthur said with a mischievous grin.

MC and Mozart whipped their heads to you and Arthur, widening their eyes, while you sighed loudly.

“You really need to stop saying these things out loud…”

Aaaand it’s over! Thank you for your patience waiting for this last update! 🤍

Masterlists

[glitched-dawn]

General blog info

Since I said I would do this (actually I am just bored and no one knows wtf is going on in this blog) Imma make a masterpost with the general info of the blog and what's going on here. and also a little info about myself because ppl need more info abt me to send hate anons:

im a writer, obviously. im also a demiromantic apothisexual transmasc. i like baking, going out in the woods, writing (obviously), drawing and making art, playing instruments and singing, and im also a big fan of either napping half the day or staying up all night.

im not in very many fandoms but i like hollow knight, inmost, lethal company, terraria, bramble the mountain king, and ive recently gotten into heartstopper (in other words i began watching it with my more or less heartstopper-obsessed cousin, she is very sweet and yes i think the show is pretty cute too). other than that, im gonna watch more horror movies and series as that's what i write too.

(DNI is very small. do not interact with me if your intentions have anything to do with sex. thats it. i am SEVERELY sex-repulsed and will be triggered by anything that society has made sexual. its easier in text but for the fucking love of god do not send me pictures.)

now, onto the content:

Content:

writing snippets

aspec posting

stories and poems

a little bit of venting/storytime/complaining

talking to ma homies

a little bit of art

a series of writing snippets called "new/out of context quotes and quips"

probably something else i forgot

(also the reason i dont have a venting blog is bcuz hot topic i think ill keep everything in one place cuz im one person and i feel different things lmfao (yes i am also surprised by the fact that i have emotions apparently))

now a masterlist of my writing:

Novels and works-in-progress (AKA everything i write):

My main novel series, Broken Promises, currently contains ten novels:

Breached Containment

Twisted Betrayal

The Final Hunt

The Madman's Strive

Broken Strings (AKA Bring Us To Life)

Pinky Promise?

Too Late

Welcome To My Mind

BACKWARDS

A Last Promise

and here's the main characters, main cast and the main side characters:

Ambrose Blackthorne

Ace Dawn

Caleb Whitlock

Dylan Hunter

Jason Godfrey

Juan Moreno

The Shadow Reaper (he has a name but its revealed in the seventh novel so im waiting with it)

Zafirah Satar

Kierce Cadell

Joseph Clayton

Blake Campbell

Steven Zhai

Ashley

Silly Sally

James Forest

Phoenix Loughty

Rahmah Abdullah Aziz

Rick Davis

Zane Hawklum

Gabriella Roseware

Alicia Wood

Rose Andersson

Eleanor Dawn

Michael Godfrey

(there are probably a lot more that are either family to the mcs or minor side characters, so im not including them here)

other than that, i have a few standalones that i work on every now and then:

Misplaced Faith

One Last Time (AKA Your Memory Will Live On Forever)

That's Me

GOD

Missing 4II

DRAMA (with my cousin as a co-author)

Blades of Rose (with several co-authors, including @ang3lic-t3ars and @daredevil-arty)

We All Eventually Drown (with one co-author)

then, of course, i have a bunch of smaller projects, most of them related to my novel series:

The Solic AKA the new bible

GUTS AND GLORY - a collection of every gory scene in BP

Realms of Selinc - A Beastiary

Memories On Paper - a collection of every letter/hand-written text in BP

A whole lot of music. just a doc named Music

The Anomalies, the start of a horror skit yt channel

PHOBIA, a video game that im not working on at the moment

I Was Born With A Gift - a prologue to the animation channel where I will animate my novel series on streams and such

All of the Darkrimm, Lumancyid included (hell and heaven lore)

A bunch of rituals. Do Not Question

Two D&D campaigns, one a homebrew and the other just. heaven and hell from BP (the novel series)

And since im extremely bored ill make an ask game so yall can ask me abt stuff (mostly the writing i gotta get more active in that)

have me tell you about one of my novels/works

ask about a character

ask about something you've seen in a snippet (specify)

wait actually you could just ask yourself from what youve seen and then ask extra info if youre curious about something

yeah acc just know my inbox is open for absolutely everything except stuff that goes against my DNI so u go ask stuff homies and thats it

well thats all i had to say so buhbyeee

[lifmera]

Hello, I don't know if your matchups are open or not, so I'm sorry if I'm bothering-

In case they are open, may I get a matchup for hazbin hotel and genshin impact?

About me: I like being called Angel, I'm around 5'4 tall, I have some parts of my hair dyed in blond, my zodiac sign is cancer, I think my mbti is ENTP..? I'm not sure-

About my personality: I can be really shy and timid when around people I don't know, especially in crowded places. But around my friends I'm way more outgoing and extroverted! I can't stop talking once I begin and I can have a hard time listening to other people talking.

Likes: I'm really happy when someone stops what they're doing to listen to me, or when they just make sure that I know they are paying attention! I also like candies, like, a lot-, and I love to sleep! Even though at night it's always difficult for me to fall asleep, during the day I can sleep whenever or wherever I want lmao. Another thing I like but I never do, is physical touch. Even though I don't touch people a lot, and even avoid it, if someone really close to me, that isn't my family(because I also dislike their touch) asked to hug or cuddle me, I'd love to! :D

Dislikes: I don't like spicy food, and I'm a really picky eater. I hate when someone ignores me, it's honestly quite annoying, especially when they're next to me/online. Hate when someone wakes me up, just let me sleep!!!

Some interests: I looove hazbin hotel, I've been a fan since 2020! I also like to play games like genshin, Minecraft, and most importantly, visual novels!! I love visual novels, especially when they're horror ones! Another thing I like is horror, but not a lot of blood- I prefer more psychological horror, you know?

Some random things: I relate to some characters, some of them are Komi San, Coraline, Runa, Yae Miko, Qiqi, Klee and more! My favorite color is pink, but I like all the colors!! I loove colorful things :D I can get distracted easily, and gather a lot of useless information. So if someone has a random fact, I'm definetly dying to hear it!!

Sorry if it's too long, you can ignore this- thank you if you read this, take care of yourself!! <3

Match ups are always open 🩷

The characters i’ve match you up with are…… VAGGIE & AETHER!

He definitely doesn’t talk much, and loves to listen to you!

Tell him about your stories, they’d make him happy.

When he first met you, he was more extroverted. This man knows EVERYONE.

He’d take you on adventures with him!!

He’s pretty busy, but he’d definitely make time to talk to you, or if you dont wanna go on adventures with him- he’d always bring a souvenir!

He definitely would love to cuddle after a long day. This man needs a BREAK and you’ll be able to unwind with him. 🩷

He definitely doesn’t sleep often. So he’d stay up with you at night!

He isn’t a picker eater, but he’d make anything you want! This man can make ANYTHING.

Instead of waking you up, he’d probably leave notes for you!

If he’s with you, he wont ignore you. Although hes busy, and he has a lot of friends, he will always make time for you.

I also think he’d prefer psychological horror. Although he fights a lot, he isn’t a fan. I think it would make him squeamish.

He definitely has a bitch ton of random facts to share. He’s always doing something somewhere!!!

Now VAGGIE!

She’s also a pretty shy person at first. She definitely doesn’t talk much.

Once she gets to know you though cus of the hotel!! She’d be really close to you.

She’d love to listen. I think Vaggie doesn’t like to talk much unless she thinks she has something more “important” to say!

I don’t think she’s much of a picky eater either, but she respects it. Not everyone has the same food tastes!

She’s ALWAYS listening. Even if you don’t think so. She’ll ask questions!! Or if you asked her any questions- to make sure she’s listening, she’ll tell you every single detail.

I think Vaggie would dislike horror- but only be cause of her eye. She definitely would agree that she dislikes gore!!

She doesnt really have facts- she tends to be more reserved, and rather listen to you.

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I HOPE THIS WAS OKAY!!!

[ellieloves2draw]

my siblings are the funniest people i know

for reference: im ellie, brother is monkey, sibling 1 is magpie ( @fried-cowboy-1897 ), sibling 2 is cinnamon, and the youngest sister is astro. as the title suggests, theyre the funniest people i know. enjoy <3

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astro (in monopoly): i hate splitting hundreds. it makes me feel less powerful than i am

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astro (losing at monopoly) (12): i hate being an adult

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astro (reading an article): “you eat with your eyes before you ever take a bite.” (middle distance stare) the papa’s games taught me that 

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magpie: like when the recipe calls for two cloves of garlic but youre smart so you put in FIVE

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cinnamon: this is to test if you have flexibility or strength. monkey, you have both

me: what do i have :D?

cinnamon: *disappointed head shake*

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magpie: rabies is a sometimes food

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astro (sadly): i have too much swag 😔

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magpie: i love it when giant crabs kill their abusers

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me: you’re such an obtuse triangle

dad: youre so acute :3

cinnamon: equilateral :D

magpie: right triangle.

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monkey: your attitude is not shobbiting my diggities

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mom: some people say “i don’t believe in anything i cant see”.

magpie: you don’t believe in the bottom of the ocean? 🤨

monkey: you don’t believe in korea? 🤨

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monkey: i think im moving a new bit of cartilage i wasnt able to move before! i just got spicier!

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magpie: millions of years ago there was a little land animal who wondered, “i wonder if i could go into the water?” and millions of years later, he’s in the water

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astro: i know what i can do!

dad: no spaghettios

astro: i can make— wait, no spaghettios??

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dad: that’s the bike lane

astro: if we drove on there, we’d avoid traffic 

dad: uhhhhh

astro: at least not any traffic that we couldn’t plow over

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cinnamon (holding their boob angrily): i dont want them anymore! stay down, soldier!! stay down!!

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astro (while wiggling like a strange little octopus): i have a mAlLEabLe head

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astro: bibble is the powerhouse of the cell

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magpie: i dont really do the whole “picture in my head” thing

cinnamon: it’s because of your anemia

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magpie: i think that if i could drink water through my skin like a frog it would fix me

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magpie: “kill them with kindness” wrong. satellite at point nemo

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astro (playing minecraft): this is how most villagers live. alright now, look away

mom: what are you doing?

astro: keep looking away

mom: are you killing him? you could just let him free and let him live in the—

mimi: what’s done is done.

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magpie: she,*takes deep breath* world's funniest catholic guilt haver, let's just say that

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cinnamon: the only way to crack eggs *smacks egg against forehead* is the right way *smacks egg against forehead again*

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magpie: better be safe than mold poisoning, as i always say

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magpie: it’s a mermaid in a horror movie. they’ve gotta eat somebody. it’s what they do.

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astro: ellie according to this, you’re funnier than magpie *holds up chart*

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astro: no no no, mom. a woman cannot have a child, because that would display signs of unmanliness. OBvioUSly a man just manlinesses so hard that another man appears

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me: you’re so pale you're green

astro: i got that corpse slay 😎

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[witchcraftandburialdirt]

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Comfort food: My mother used to make this wonderfully rich stew with braised short ribs in bone broth! This stew also was packed with veegtables and spices - it was one of my favorite things growing up. We'd usually have it with a toasted baguette too for dipping! It instantly reminds me of chilly winter days or when I had to stay home from having a cold. ( っ´ω｀c)

Comfort drink(s): Kombucha or Warm Ginger Tea! I usually drink kombucha anyway since its one of my favorite beverages, but it always puts me in a great mood when I get to have some when I'm in a new place or out and about. I tend to brew my own tea with fresh ginger and let it steep - this helps me a lot with allergies, but it also reminds me of my grandmother ｡^‿^｡

Comfort movie(s): The whole extended edition of the LOTR Trilogy! Scream (1996) was also my first horror movie, so it has a lot of nostalgia of being in my best friend's basement way past our curfew.

Comfort show(s): I was not permitted to watch television growing up but I have been able to catch up! My best friend introduced D. Gray Man to me during my freshman year of university, and it has remained one of the shows I turn to when I need a pick me up (despite its themes!)

Comfort clothing: Mmmm, anything loose tbh - but I really enjoy wearing harem pants. Frankly I'm cold 99% of the time so bundled in blankets with fuzzy socks and a t-shirt is good enough for me!

Comfort song(s): ╭( ๐ _๐)╮ Oh man, there's too many. Just about anything from Sleep Token, Ghost, or Sleeping at Last.

Comfort book(s): coughs in LOTR Probably not comforting for a lot of people but when I was growing up I would often read Sherlock Holmes and William Shakespeare in the library of my school. I have a very warm connection with these stories despite their content.

Comfort game(s): I was not really allowed to play video games growing up either! Shockingly the two video games that really make me happy are League of Legends and Lethal Company -- which - yeah I know they don't fit the definition of comfort but I play with my friends constantly and that brings a smile to my face no matter what is going on in game. ( ´ ∀ `)ノ～ ♡

[topazshadowwolf]

hello there :D

I’ve never done an ask before so here it goes.

to my favorite creator on tumblr!

I have always had this theory that Dust and Horror are very fidgety and often need to do something with their hands, I have always thought that sometimes Horror, Dust and Error (I know Error isn’t in this story but he is in mine) would just sit by the fire and do their own fidgety crafts, Dust does origami since it is delicate and takes time distracting him from his thoughts, Horror likes to cross stitch, and Error knits. I was just wondering if they do anything like that, maybe a fidgety craft like that could help Dust with his nerves and baby depression (it helps me :D).

Lastly, I saw someone mention the boys coming out to Nightmare, what are your head cannons on their sexualities?

I love your work and can’t wait to read more, take your time and have fun. And here, a sketch, Gooptales and Sky children of the light

Hello!

It's okay, I honestly get nervous sending in asks myself. Welcome to my ask box, and feel free to send in anything anytime. I try to answer most of them I recieve.

And what an honor to have such a title! Thank you!

I love your idea! It is nice for the boys to have hobbies to occupy their minds and hands other than mischief! Really, what you shared is a pleasant scene I could see playing out.

For HNBD, though, it would be mostly Killer with his whittling once he takes up that hobby. Dust just likes reading, and is good at sitting still and letting his mind drift off into space adventures in his book. Maybe one day, he will try writing one. But right now, he just would rather read. Horror, with his hunting that he will start, likes leather working as not being wasteful extends to more than food to him. To him, using 100% of an animal he kills is how he honors and respects the creatures that sustain him. Cross likes training, gaming, and occasionally sketching and journaling. As for the Growing Up

GoopTales offshoot, well, the boys do join clubs which will kind of answer that. Cross joins track and field as he stays fairly active. Horror doesn't join on at the school, Nightmare helps him find a hunters club, and he also decides to be a boy scout. He's an outdoors kind of guy. Killer ends up joining the drama club and taking such classes. He finds a love for Shakespeare, and it makes Nightmare so happy to hear him in his room practicing his lines. Plays are perfect for him, but he can't read them while sitting. Reading has been difficult for him since his soul was mutated, but since lines are split up, and it is meant to be read aloud, with voices, he can focus on it. As for Dust, he didn't want to join any at first, but Killer kept dragging him along. Eventually, he slips away one day and finds the chess club... he also finds out about the creative writing club and joins both since they meet on different days.

I honestly don't feel like discussing that, sorry. Just know, my main ship is Soriel, and if I see a Sans, I want to give them a Toriel, and if I see a Toriel, they should have a Sans. That's the way my brain is programmed. I do actually have a Toriel picked out for Dream. But trying to not spill all my Soriel headcanons all over the UTMV too quickly. XD (After all, there is FuzzyNight, then my fics I am slowly writing when in romance moods: The HouseKeeper for Killer and Soul Fire Blues for Dust. I think that's enough for now)

What an adorable drawing! Thank you so much for sharing this! I will have to add it to my collection of art! I love seeing them following Nightmare like little ducklings. It warms my heart. And love the cape you gave Nightmare!

[streaminn]

this is chaotic sorry in advanced.

Twin anon here! I made notes while reading on my catch-up venture

Oh my god the idea that a bunch of people have to sign a contract saying wednesday can attack them if she feels threatened is so funny. Like- something had to have happened to lead to this, right? Her team realized it was the best option so Wednesday doesn’t get jailed or bad publicity but her fans just go feral anyway anytime Wednesday puts a knife to someone’s throat

Monster fucker Wednesday confirmed !!! I mean hey was it ever really doubted…

Reached monster fucker anon and that made me laugh. From a pr perspective I honestly think with what Wednesday writes her being a monster fucker would be good. I mean- that’s who she writes for, if you really think about it. Her audience is full of monsterfuckers from the normie x monster shit she writes. Sure, she has horror and what not but the base of it is still that. The question isn’t whether she’s a monster fucker it is what monster she wants to fuck her !!!

Oh my god! I got to the stalker lore stuff and I love it!!! I’m very happy to read more of it and now I have such a better understanding. I knew enid went feral but damn !!! There is no getting in the way of Wednesday and Enid. It makes me happy though that they were able to get past all of this trauma to end up in a much better place where they both can physically be together and love each other. It really speaks to how strong their relationship is like there is absolutely nothing that could ever break the two of them apart.

I have to wonder if anyone at nevermore or hell even in Jericho remember Wednesday (she’s hard to forget) and see her as this celebrity figure. Do they talk about it? Do they bring it up? Do they try to say what happened at nevermore? Are the whispers just brushed away as an old classmate wanting to hate on them? Just rumors bubbled up to ruin Wednesdays image? Or, really, would it not even be blinked at because this is Wednesday Addams after all? (some nevermore students and people of Jericho definitely have a “Wednesday Addams traumatized me” therapy group) OH or does everyone think all the old Jericho people are crazy because wednesday turned her school years into books (unknown to the public) so it just looks like they are taking what she’s written wayyy to seriously

Oh my god the short of enid in jail was heartbreaking. It cements even more how much they deserve. Like- Enid in her life has reached a state where she is so overly loved. She can play video games, laugh, smile, be jump scared and run into the arms of her *wife* at the end of it all. You did a fantastic job writing it!!!

I caught up! Only took me three hours :D

Shout out to writer anon! They’re amazing. I don’t know who you are but all the little shorts were beautiful and really well written. It’s so nice that so many people come together for fics/fandom things.

Back on my twin Enid agenda. I think my twin enid ways is just shit posting at this point. It’ll be so clear there is only one Enid and here I am in my corner tangled around in red string doubling down as if Wednesday Addams herself did not just finally announce that yes, she is married to the one and only endespair. When the Clark Kentification goes to hard smh. Doubling down by saying, you know what, actually, there is a twin and it’s just a messy triangle- No a square, because Wednesday now also has a twin. Case closed. Twin anon staying strong.

Anyway! Away from that stupidity lmao!!! Streamer enid au stays being one of my favorites! Your ideas are always so fantastic and I love thinking about these two so much. I hope you’ve been doing well!

OMYGOD TWIN ANON ITS BEEN SO LONG I MISSED YOU

i deadass thought i ran you off with how i spiralled the twin spin off into its whole thing

also no worries :) nothing wrong with some chaotic rambling so lemme read whatchu got for me

but yeah, there was definitely a scene during wednesday's early years where a fan got too overzealous and a contract had to be made bc she nearly stabbed someone

now its just normal to have these contracts if you ever want wednesday addams in your event

also clearly the monster she wants to fuck her is enid a werewolf, like cmon. Its not even a joke, the amount of wolf imagery is rampant in all her works

glad people like the stalker lore, it wont come up alot bc adult wenclair has moved past it but i wanted to use it to explain why enid is so easily strict on her boundaries esp with chat

as for if jericho and nevermore remembering wednesday? yeah no they definitely know her, with the amount of shit wenclair get up too its hard to forget the werewolf and its master staining their monuments red

they do crow abt it at times but they're so secluded its not really that noticeable. There are the occasional post from a disgruntled adult of long before but that's about it. Definitely looks like an in universe viper roleplayer though!

glad you like my short on jail enid, she's a little crazy but who wouldn't if you gone through what she did in that cell? luckily she got way better, so everything is much tolerable now :)

(also damn, you went through all that content in 3 hours?? i didn't think there was that much. Thank you so much for spending time to do so bc holyshit)

ALSO YEAHHH SHOUT OUT DEFINITELY TO WRITER ANON!! AND JD AND EVERYONE WHO HELPED ME BUILD THE AU

it was really fun :^D

ah yes, wednesday addams and her twin Viper addams. She totally has a sister who's the actor and her the author

thank you again for liking the streamer enid au so much, it was genuinely so fun building it and ot think it took like two-three months to fully build it is mindboggling!!

i'll be doing better nowadays mate, hope you have a good day aswell

[paintedscales]

disc.01 :: Tending Wounds

The twins learn that playing stupid games earns them stupid prizes.

(I don't know what to make the summary. It's late, I'm tired.)

Word Count: 1,271

The sound of pained wailing was more than enough to have Nomin drop everything that she had been doing in the island cabin. To the deepest pits of hell with whatever it was, even as the ceramic bowl shattered at the bottom of the sink, and the water still ran. The feeling of her heart dropping straight into her bowels as her legs moved on instinct alone made Nomin extremely tunnel visioned as she rushed outside and looked around before bolting in the direction the wailing was coming from.

Hurrying past foliage and through the desire trails, Nomin soon came across a scene where she steeled herself to stay as calm as possible.

One of the twins was curled on the ground, whimpering and wailing as she clutched her bloodied arm. The other twin had a look of horror etched on her face, an all too familiar lance in her possession. That look of horror melted away into guilty sadness as the standing twin started bawling now that their mother had arrived, the lance slipping from her grasp. It fell to the ground with a muffled metallic clatter against the dirt.

“What happened!?” Nomin asked, attempting to keep any anger or panic free from her tone. The anger was easier to keep out than the panic, as it turned out.

“F-Fleur cut m-m-me!” the twin on the ground sobbed. Her arm was coated in scarlet, the other hand clamped over the wound and doing its best to keep pressure on it as Nomin and Estinien taught them in the past.

Letting out a sigh, Nomin hiked up her shorts and then knelt down next to Cyrielle, frowning as she looked over what she could. Holding out her hand, Nomin recalled how the aether felt when she focused on casting Vercure. As the aether pooled and created a healing white light accompanied by gentle wind, Nomin gently reached out with her other hand and placed it upon Cyrielle’s head.

“Come now… Let me see the wound so that my magicks can work more efficiently…” Nomin calmly instructed.

“I-I’m sorry, mama. I…I d-didn’t mean to…” Fleurette sniffled. She was rooted in place, her hands coming up to messily wipe away her tears.

“I’m not the one you need to apologize to, Fleur,” Nomin replied. She kept her attention both on Cyrielle and keeping the flow of healing aether going. Seeing the cut for herself, finally, however, made Nomin give a silent sigh of relief. The cut was not too terribly deep -- deep enough to leave a scar, but not deep enough that some simple curative spells would not have done the trick overall.

Fleurette’s bottom lip trembled as she sniffled again and hesitantly said, “... I’m sorry, Cy.”

“You’re to apologize to your father as well when he returns home,” Nomin sternly said. “He will not be happy that Nidhogg has been taken from his armory for the type of play the two of you decided to get yourselves in.”

At this, Fleurette’s eyes widened as she blanched at the very thought.

“C’mon, Cyrielle, up we go. That should ease the pain for now, but we need to get you bandaged up…” Nomin said, slowly rising to her feet as she offered her hands to help Cyrielle up onto her own. All while sniffling and hiccuping, Cyrielle allowed Nomin to help her up. Meanwhile, Fleurette was still in stunned silence, her gaze having gone to the ground.

Walking over to the discarded Nidhogg, Nomin picked the lance up into her possession, frowning as she did so. She looked over at Fleurette and sighed once more. “I’m not even going to ask how you managed to get into your father’s armory. The important part is that your sister is not going to die, nor will she lose her arm, if you were ever worried about that. However…that does not change the fact that both of you will need to be punished somehow.”

“But it was an accident!” Fleurette sobbed, burying her head in her hands.

“Accident or no, you could have seriously harmed your sister, Fleurette. If not harm, then potentially have even paralyzed or even killed her with your father’s lance…” Nomin replied, keeping Nidhogg in her grasp as she placed her free hand on Cyrielle’s back. She was still babying her arm, though at least her wailing had died down to small hiccups and sniffling now that her arm had healing aether to aid her.

“Why am I…why am I b-being punished, too?” Cyrielle asked, taking in a stuttering breath as she bit back her crying.

Motioning the girls back toward the cabin, Nomin considered her words carefully. The experience was traumatic enough, surely, without her having to chastise or yell at them to get her point across. So…she finally gave her response: “you see, Cyrielle…even if you were the unfortunate victim in this bout of play with Fleurette, you still went with it. Both of you know that your father and I teach you what we can not so that you may play with one another with what you’ve learned, but so that you may defend yourselves or even each other should the time arise for such things.”

“But…you and father always look like you’re having fun when you fight…” Fleurette protested, folding her arms over her chest as she walked alongside the other two.

“Your father and I have spent many years of our lives training in our own ways and methods of combat. We know our limits,” Nomin replied. There was a moment where she paused, though she elaborated on her statement: “I was… Admittedly, I was made to learn combat against my will for much of what I know. Your father chose his combat lifestyle for his own reasons. I'm sure he’ll tell you once he feels you’re old enough, or the time is right.”

Once the garden was in view, Nomin urged Cyrielle forward and nodded to Fleurette to go into the house. Looking down at Nidhogg, Nomin’s expression grew distant before she frowned and tightened her grip upon the shaft. She felt his essence that still stained the steel, even after all these years. Likewise, she felt that familiar tug of malice and turmoil within the twins themselves.

It was nauseating at times, though Nomin shook her head and took the lance back inside. She glanced in the girls’ direction, noting how they had taken up their seats in the dining room. Satisfied for now, Nomin took Nidhogg and got it put away back in the somewhat sizable walk-in closet space that both Estinien and Nomin used for their arms and armor.

There was a moment where Nomin paused. She looked back to the armor that Estinien typically wore and placed her hand against the cool steel of it where one’s heart would be.

“... Ysayle…you would protect them, too, right?” Nomin softly asked. She knew her question would go unanswered, but she liked to believe that some trace of her lingered outside the aetherial sea. That she truly watched over them.

Dropping her hand back to her side, Nomin took one last look at the armor before leaving the room and making sure to lock the door behind her. Striding back into the dining room and then into the kitchen to retrieve a medical kit, Nomin placed it upon the counter while getting some soothing and healing salve, along with some bandages.

“Well, looks like you two are going to learn some basic triage today. We’ll discuss the punishments you two should have to do after I teach you both how to care for wounds without magic.”

[gourdkeeper]

Reader x Jamie Halloween fic part 1

Middle of July but the crave for Halloween struck early so here we have it. This will be a two part fic, both with the same prologue.

Word count: 2374

Content warnings: 18+, gender neutral reader, reader gets scared and promises payback, Jamie becomes a victim to the reader, knife usage (a prop), semi public, masturbation, sex in costumes

Part 2 where Jamie scares you instead (soon)

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It was Halloween and both you and Jamie planned to go to the party being held in the abandoned Red Factory.

Jamie wasn't much of a Halloween person, he never really dressed up much, he found it silly as he said, truth is he was a bit scared of being seen as cringe-worthy and wouldn't be taken serious anymore. He also didn't like the idea of getting scared during a movie or if he happened to play a videogame. He remembers, not so fondly, of a time his cousins had him play a maze game that ended up jumpscaring him and giving him trust issues for awhile and even though there was no ill intent, he had been teased over his reaction for awhile. He doesn't hold it against them, he's just not the biggest fan of horror. He scared easily and he would never be caught confessing it.

However, for you, the love of his life, he is willing to put that aside and dress up for once, go to a themed party and even go and visit a haunted house in the middle of a forest that stays just outside Metro City. He's not exactly thrilled for it, but you're worth the effort and he would do just about anything just to see a smile on your face. After all, you're the great Jamie Siu's partner, if anyone deserves happiness, it's you.

You decided to meet up at the party instead of going together to save up on time otherwise you'd end up making out or getting drunk even before arriving, which isn't a bad idea, but not for tonight.

You were wearing a Michael Myers costume. Halloween is dear to you so you just tend to put some effort every time in it. Donning a jumpsuit full of fake blood splatters, a chainsaw with a motor but without the chain equipped carried on your back,  dull prop knife in hand and the iconic mask was kept on your belt so you can put it on later after you find your boyfriend.

The place is crowded already almost everyone wearing costumes, it's gonna be hard to tell who Jamie is, you don't even know what he's wearing to boot.

You're pretty sure you see Luke far off wearing some sort of frankenstein get up, he's the only face you recognize so you start walking his way until you feel a light tap on your left shouder.

You halt and look behind.

"Huh?"

No one, what the hell?

You just begin turning back to a loud yell making you stumble back a few steps clutching your chest.

"What the- ...jerk..." you mumble with a small smile appearing on your face.

Jamie's laughing his ass off, not expecting you to fall for something so basic and silly.

He looks stunning, it's gonna be hard to keep your eyes off of him. Wearing a long and tight sleeveless black and red qipao with baggy grey pants underneath, and a paper charm attached to a small hat, resembling a jiangshi with a modern twist. Damn. He even got fangs on.

"Maybe Halloween can be fun", he says still laughing at your expense, "Should have seen your face-"

Your fist meets his chest lightly.

"Tsk knock it off. I'm gonna get you back for that."

"Get me back? Oh come on now, Jamie Siu doesn't ever get scared." Lying through his teeth, you know you can scare him and you will, you're not going home without it happening.

"Is that a dare?" You smirk, hand on your hip.

"A dare you'll fail at." He has this smug attitude and cocky smirk on his lips that you can't wait to wipe off later.

You banter for a bit longer before going to sit at the bar for a little.

"You sure put a lot of effort in this... Is that thing real?“ he points at the chainsaw.

"What do you think?" You gauge what his response will be, might give you a good idea.

He looks at it for a couple of seconds, drink in hand.

"Hmmmm... Fake." He looks pretty confident of that answer.

You smile at him, trying not to laugh because he's so so wrong. "Smart. How did you know?"

"Of course I'm smart, you know me. I shouldn't even need to answer something like that." He kicks back the drink in one go and pours himself one more.

"You put in a lot more effort than expected too, thought you'd just show up in a tank top or something."

"If it wasn't for you I wouldn't even show up." he smiles at you, baring his cute fangs.

"So," you start, "do you still want to go to the haunted house after this?"

He chokes up on his drink momentarily. "Ah- uh..." He forgot about it, or was hoping you would have forgotten at least but of course that didn't happen. "Sure!" He exclaims while trying to hide any anxiousness, "Can't wait to see you getting scared a second time."

"Sure thing wuss."

"Am not, you were the one getting startled not me." He spits back.

"Well," you get up energised, "let's get going then, it's kinda boring here anyway!"

You tug on his arm and drag him away with you.

Outside he walks in front of you. Your eyes are glued to him, he's so beautiful you could just eat him up. You're basically undressing him with your gaze.

You reach the outskirts of Metro City, loads of vegetation and trees.

"Is there really no other way there? Do we really need to walk through the forest?"

"Yep. No other way." You lie, there is a beaten path elsewhere but it's more fun this way, for you that is.

You stick to him while walking, he looks painfully wary. Every small sound has him whipping his head around, doesn't help much that it's dark and the moonlight only lets you see so much.

"Babe..." you speak in a small voice.

"Hm?" he turns his head to look at you.

"I need to pee."

"Now? There are no bathrooms here-"

"I'll just, go behind a bush, it's alright. Will you wait for me here?"

"Ugh...sure, make it quick though."

He's clearly not a fan of this. He's antsy enough as is, being left alone right now is downright terrifying. The wind whistling and blowing through the leaves, branches smacking each other making him jump, "Nothing bad's gonna happen, it's just some trees dude..." he pep talks himself to keep calm.

You went behind a bush like you said you would but of course you don't need to pee, you just needed to keep him somewhere you could see while he's distracted. You sneak your way around. Careful to not step on any twigs or make any unwanted noise. You circle around a tree and keep going until you can see him from the back. You tiptoe your way to another tree. He has no idea you're this close, any closer and you'd be practically breathing down his neck.

"Babe..?"

He grows more inpatient by the second, he asked you to be quick goddamit and it's been *almost* a minute, outrageous. To him it felt like an eternity.

"You ok?" he asks with a shaky voice and takes a step forward. Good. This is it.

You take the chance to put on your mask.

"Look if this is your attempt to scare me it's not gonna work..." He takes another uncertain step forth.

You take the, according to Jamie, "fake" chainsaw into your hold and slowly emerge from your hiding, eyes glued to his back.

"If you jump out at me you're so lame-"

You rev up the engine in short bursts, holding the chainsaw upwards and charging at him.

"WHAT THE F-" he exclaims, color drained from his face, followed by a breathless scream.

He trips and stumbles back incredulous, hat falling from his head. His heart pounding, damn near bursting from his chest as he scrambles to get back up and running.

Perfect.

You give chase for a second, revving up the harmless saw a couple more times as you see him turn and hide behind a tree. You know exactly which one. You can't help but giggle to yourself, his reaction could have not been any better, it's like you took it straight from a cheap slasher movie.

"You! Fucking! Asshole!" He yells out from his crappy hiding spot. His heart is still doing flips in his chest and breath shallow. He knows it was you under the mask but *still*. There's no brushing off this one, he knows he shrieked and looked horrified, there is no "Jamie Siu doesn't get scared" out of this.

You remain silent, approaching slow and steady, just hoping you can squeeze a bit more out of the situation. You sling the chainsaw back, and take your prop knife out instead.

You're standing at the tree he's hiding behind of and pace around it. You can see his face, his head whipped back against the tree, taking in short and heavy breaths, spine slouched back, hand opening his garment because he's too warm.

He looks delicious and the expression painted on his face makes you hot and bothered. You approach just a bit more. Somehow unnoticed. Your face inching from his.

Were you really that good at sneaking around or is it just unexpected to be *that* close? It doesn't matter.

"Boo" you whisper.

Jamie jumps out of his skin once more.

"BRO WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU."

You erupt in laughter, you almost pity him, he was so out of it that even the "bro" came out, you'd feel bad for him if he hadn't been the one starting this.

It's his turn to punch your chest in jest now.

"That was *not* funny!" he pouts with his eyes shut and holds his index finger out, "And take that damned thing off it's freaking me the hell out!“ he points at your mask shakily.

You oblige, you have the biggest shit-eating-grin on your face, "Not funny to you maybe!"

You take a step in his direction. Your eyes diving under his collar bone and at his exposed chest... Did he really have to undo his shirt?

"What are you staring for?"

"Oh you know..."

"Hm?" he can tell the gears in your head are turning but he's unsure what the thoughts are.

"What if... What if I chased after you..." your voice low, barely above a whisper, your body closing in on his, "Until I got you pinned down... And then had my way with you... We're alone after all..."

His adam's apple bobs on his throat, face feeling warmer with the implications, he hates how much his body betrays him, he was supposed to be upset at you for scaring him but he knows where this is going and he can't say the idea doesn't excite him.

"You played such a good victim..." you take the knife and put it under his chin, lifting it up. You can see his lips part and his hands reaching for the tree behind him for salvation.

"...Want to keep playing?"

You must've awakened something new in him, something primal deep within.

He flashed you a smile and quickly pushed you off of him with his foot and runs off.

You yelp and chase right after. Hot on his track, gripping hard onto the knife.

Just as you're closing in he changes direction. Leaving you scrambled up momentarily before resuming.

"Fine, you wanna play that way?“ you mutter and speed up parallel to him to cut him off.

Jamie looks over his shoulder, thinking he lost you and the moment he turns around there you are, almost mimicking the way he got you earlier in the evening.

He stops abruptly and tried to get away but you grab him by his hair and pull him to you, knife against his throat threateningly.

"I would behave if I were you..." you whisper in his ear, pulling the knife backward, limiting his range of motion further.

"Ah-!"

Of course the blade is completely dull, but the cold steel plays tricks on his mind.

The hand that tugged on his silky hair travelling down his body, groping his exposed chest.

His hands threaten to hold onto yours and you remind him of his place.

"Keep those hands up where I can see them."

He's quick to obey and has to surpress a moan. His dick is rock hard against his pants. Why this is turning him on his beyond his comprehension but he'll play along.

Your hand travels down and snaked beyond the flap on the garment and under the pant's waistband to find his erection and the lack of underwear.

"Oh? Someone's a bit dirty..." you whisper as you take him in your fist, small cries of pleasure spilling from his lips when you start pumping.

His knees are buckling together, his hands up and sticking out but trembling.

You can feel how wet he has become, there is almost no friction as you jerk him, applying more pressure everytime your hand passes the ridge of the head and sometimes rubbing your thumb on his tip.

He's moaning and rocking his hips, not thinking clear anymore. He never expected to be handled this way in the middle of a forest in Halloween but here he is, with his voice growing whiny by the second and pleading you to keep going.

You speed up, knife flush against his neck as he moans with his eyes shut tight and mouth gaped. He doesn't hold back as he comes with a grunt of relief, his body weakly leaning on yours for support as you drain him dry.

You take a couple of minutes to take a breather together.

He's a bit embarrased by this discovery. Maybe Halloween isn't that bad.

You clear your throat. "Still want to go to the haunted house?"

He chokes up on air, "Nah, I think I'm good!“

You both laugh together.

"Told you I'd get you back."

"No idea what you're talking about." he averts his gaze still laughing.

"Sure thing o'great Jamie Siu." You poke at him.

[im-sorry-i-ate-your-pasta]

Paranormal Experiences (Parts 1-10)

Hello everyone! I would like to say that these are from over 5 months ago, me and S began dating, she is now a she btw, but this is from before we started dating, so please keep that in mind.

1 (First encounter)

So about 2 weeks ago I was talking to my boyfriend, and he brought up the fact that he sometimes sees these shadow figures, or sometimes they're just silhouettes of light. But the outline of them looks like a person. Now I was quite intrigued, so I asked them what they looked like, so he sloppily drew one he saw the night before. For reference, they look like kamalas from Fran Bow (a horror game) I also call them kamalas because of this. We were able to ask some yes or no questions, and the result of this is us learning that they have been around for over 100 years (possibilities suggest 1,000+), they're in a different reality (part of our world, but different; "the other side") they dislike humans and are hurtful to them, possible trauma with them. Upon asking about humans, they got agitated. My boyfriend says that light keeps them away, they don't like car alarms. They don't like being talked about, noted, or studied. Almost like skinwalkers, you shouldn't even think about them.  (Sometime around Oct/Nov 2022)

PT 2 (Re-connecting)

About one year ago, I posted on how my (now ex) boyfriend could see entities. To summarize and possibly add, he could see a common entity known as "Mr.Tophat" or "The Hatman". He could also see what I called Kamalas (If you've ever played the horror game Fran Bow, they are very similar to the Kamala in the game, which is why I call them that.) The Kamalas are humanoid light figures which are dangerous to people. (Posting what I know in a bit.) Now, I have met a new friend who has an intense sixth sense. He can see Mr.Tophat, the Kamala, and could even see a past life/guardian angel of our mutual friend. He can also see others, including a "shapeshifting" entity named Jack, who is an evil spirit. (Again, posting more about what I know about them all on a later date.) We performed a protection ritual earlier, which should keep us out of bad danger. (I did pagan/witchy rituals, he did what Mr.Tophat told him.) Anyways, I'll update tonight on what happens, as we're going out, since my friend can only see entities at night. (10/22/23, 10am)

PT 3 (Research)

Mr.Tophat or The Hatman

- Shadowy figure, usually tall, wearing a top hat

- people see him based on how strong your sixth sense is (ex. I don't see him, I have a small sense, my friend sees him about 15ft+ tall, he has a strong sense)

- He is nice, usually seen by little kids, protects them - Good entity

- Is cold when he is near

- You can feel him if he touches you (Note; this is VERY important to remember, see notes on "Jack".)

- Bells and holy water hurt him even though he's a good entity

Kamala

- White glowy entity

- Do NOT like people, harmful to us, and may have trauma with us?

- Around for at least 100 yrs, though interviews suggest 1,000 or more

- Don't like light or car alarms (loud noise?)

- Don't like being thought about, talked about, studied, or documented

- In a different reality (R4??)

- Can interact with RA/3R (Reality A/3rd Reality, our reality) objects, open/close doors, make small, quiet noises

- Typically stay at least 10 ft away if you can't see them, but might be farther away if they are suspicious of you being able to see them

Jack

- Can take the form of other entities, including Mr.Tophat. 

- Evil entity

- His true form is a tall man with a creepy smile in all black. (Think Mr. Bob from the game "A House For Alesa" but with all black clothes like if a human was wearing an all-black bodysuit)

- May try to trick you by looking like Mr.Tophat, so be weary

- Unlike Mr.Tophat, he CANNOT touch you. If you are unsure if you're with Jack or Mr.Tophat, ask him to hug you. If it's Mr.Tophat, you'll feel something. If it's jack, you will not feel anything. If it is Jack you are dealing with, do a protection ritual that you like. (Ex. Christians may say a prayer and hold a cross, I would draw protection sigils for my own practice.)

Unknowns

- Dark shadow figures, but they don't like Mr.Tophat. Humanoid, but like a mist or fog. (Ex bf says the shadow demons from Fran Bow [horror game] look like them.)

- May be a form of Kamala

- Possibly dangerous but research also suggests that it can change from instance to instance (one Unknown can be bad, while another can be good)

- Pretty detailed faces

- Ex bf talked about seeing one that was MASSIVE (Around 6'4, 3-4 ft wide) near his dad, who is a dickhead (I don't know if that's related though.)

- Good instances ring Ex Bfs ears

- Not much is confirmed about them

Guardian Angels

- Only one instance has been seen, my friend (I'll call him S) has only seen him in our mutual friend (E)

- E's GA (Guardian angel) first appeared as a voice in his head, and S was able to see him.

- GA's may not actually be guardian angels, however E's helped him fix his life up a little, so they're not harmful, quite the opposite actually (10/22/23, 3pm)

Pt 4, interview with Mr. Tophat

10/22/23, 8pm Update, interview: cleansing rituals like bells and holy water burn Mr tophat according to an interview I had with with 30(?) Minutes ago, however because of this I'm unsure if it was jack or Mr. Tophat. Earlier we had asked him to hug me, and I felt it, but we weren't watching him the whole time. We had an encounter with jack though, and he was warded off with bay leaves and a bell. I am here with my friend, S, and he will be leaving soon, so I'll go back to my room, as I have protected it with a sigil. We also learned that I "hold a significance" and am "powerful" he remembers me from when I was with my ex, also from " years ago". Also; he keeps holding a girl around my age (14-16) up out of the water, so I as searching online for any teens who drowned or went missing around here. When looking up drowned teen girls, my right ear went deaf and started ringing worse than ever. 5 minutes before, S wrote "true sight" on my eyes in runic. I wonder if these are connected, and if they are, if I can now see mr.tophat and/or the other entities. Apologies for the bad formating, I'm writing this on my phone. Next update will most likely be Wednesday, but it's possible that I may update late in the day on one of or both tomorrow and Tuesday, although Tuesday is unlikely as it's my birthday and we'll be celebrating instead of messing around with supernatural entities. That's all for now, see you later.

Pt 5 (Ears Ringing)

Update: 10/23/23, 12:25am. (00:25)

Ever since my ears started ringing after S drew the runes on my eyes, my ears have been ringing more often and intense. Typically, my ears ring for 5-10 seconds, it's not that bad, and it happens once every few months or so. However, in the last 5 hours my ears have rang 3 times, all with varying intensity, length, and time between ringings.

1st:

5 ish minutes after S wrote the runes on my eyes, I lost hearing in my right ear and very shortly after that I dropped to the ground with my hands covering my ears because the ringing was so intense. I wasn't in pain, but I am sensitive to noise. After 10-15 seconds, the ringing ended, I regained hearing in my ear, and I stood up, perfectly fine.

S did not report seeing anything near me, but it is possible he either didn't see anything or didn't want to scare me. I would also like to note that before this, both of my ears would ring and I would still be able to hear fine.

Tomorrow, I will be hanging out with one of my friends without S. I will be in my hometown, where I still live, which is important because I have only felt anything whilst in my hometown (same with at least 3/4 people I know who have the sense). I'll update if anything happens tomorrow.

Part 6 (interview with 3 new entities)

Tonight, me, S, and my friend R interviewed 3 new safe entities.

1:

Safe entity #1, who I'll call "old" as they have said that's what they prefer, is an entity who is alive on the other side. At the place we were at, they said it was an "alter" for them. They said it was an evil alter, as people were worshipping them evily, but they themself were a good entity. They don't know how long they've been around.

2:

Safe entity #2 does not have a name, but it is connected to "old", except 2 is a being which by their definition is something on the other side that is dead. The place we were at was used as an alter for them too, most likely by the same people.

3:

Safe entity #3 is the ghost of a teenage girl who was sacrificed at the place. She appeared as a glowing humanoid, while the others were black mists.This was the girl who Mr. Tophat holds in the water. She talked about " new and tiny" which I guessed was about my new Chihuahua puppy, as Mr. Tophat often appears in people's lives when something new happens. She also talked about a demon S summoned 3 years prior, and how it was in him. She mentioned the cold, and I had a lit candle inside of a circle of salt, so I moved it outside of the circle so she could feel it's warmth. She thanked me. It's nice to know that even spirits have manners. Unfortunately, she said there wasn't anything we could do for her, and that it was "too late." She confirmed that light attracts Jack, which is why I'm still debating going there at night with a candle for her, as I don't want to attract Jack and possibly put myself and her in danger. However, I want to do what I can for her to allow her to feel comfortable and warm, as it's definitely cold where we are. (Late October in the ocean state can be rough, and the water temperature can be brutal.) [As I type this, my ear began to not ring, but it feels as though all background noise suddenly stopped. Somethings here, but considering my hearing is now softened {best way to describe} I don't believe that it's harmful, maybe Mr. Tophat or even the girl?] I hope I get to speak to her again soon, though, as she's nice. I would love to learn her name and exact age, and possibly the year she died, for personal interest/research. I will not be posting any of this information online out of respect for both her and her family if they're still alive.

Updating soon, but I'm %99 sure I will not be updating tomorrow unless anything supernatural/paranormal happens on its own, as I won't be going out and "ghost hunting," and instead celebrating my bday! 🎉🎉🎉 (updated 10/23/23 9:20pm, events happened between 7:35 and 8pm EST)

Small update, 9:30pm:

The "unknowns" we're surrounding my friends house, and his runes were starting to glow red instead of white. When they started to leave, the runes started to glow less. This either means the runes glow red when activated/working, when the unknowns are around (how much they're glowing in relation to the distance of the unknowns), or if the unknowns have power over the runes.

Pt.7 (Effects on S and history on the Docs)

The other night I had a dream, a man whispered to me "wanna see what happens when you mess with wild animals?" I hung out with S (the day of the previous interview) and he told me animals like squirrels and birds and others were acting weird around him and kept getting close. Birds were flying in weird patterns around him but stopped after I looked at them. I think these might be connected but I'm not sure who the man was. Anyways, after the last "meeting"/interview, S has been very tired and been feeling the best. It could just be a coincidence, this continues I'll need to do further research. have information on the "alter" place. For privacy reasons, I won't be naming the exact location but it was built as a memorial to a person who died in 09. The docs in 2016, so the teen girl could have passed much more recent than I thought. More updates soon. 10/25/23 1:20pm.

Pt. 8 (Update on S)

Last time I updated, I talked about how S wasn't feeling good from our last meeting on Monday night. Its Thursday now, and I haven't heard from him since yesterday, and I'm starting to get worried. I texted him about 20 hrs ago and he hasn't opened it. I know he wasn't in school yesterday, and I don't think he's in school today. I don't go to the same school as him though, so I asked our mutual friend if he's in and if he's heard from him, but no response yet. I'll update when I get a response. If he's still MIA by 3pm (it's 10am now), I'll go to his house and talk to his parents. 10/26/23 10:06 am.

Update on S pt 2.

He's in school, but not feeling any better. I'll talk to him later since his hs has shit reception.

Update 9: Little Girl/Vision of Jack -- 10/28/23, 11:35pm

So I came home tonight, S told me he had a vision of Jack, where I was his puppet and trying to kill S. Personally, if he was asleep while he had his vision, I think it might be a nightmare based on his fears. Nevertheless, he's putting some rune on me to prevent this. But there's currently a little girl (about 7 y/o in a red dress, knife in her eye according to S.) in S's room right now. She kept repeating "I know," faster and faster, then stopped. She know's S's name apparently, and S thinks she remembers us from the Docs and that she has something to do with the alter. She touched S's chest, when she did, he couldn't feel his heart beating, and she disappeared after that. Also, I asked S more about the Teen's appearance when he brought up the little girls red dress, thinking she might have something similar and that would show a connection between the two. Turns out she was wearing a white dress, which makes sense because of weird purity culture/cult stuff. Anyways, peace out for tonight.

Update 10: End of Visions -- 5/12/24

It's been a bit. S and I are dating, but when we started dating, all of this paranormal stuff really cooled down, she doesn't see much anymore. Sorry about the disappointment lol.

So why am I reposting this all here? Well, last night and the night before, weird stuff started happening again. Her, R, and I have been having weird feelings, and my left ear started ringing again. I will continue to update here instead of my Spacehey blog and Reddit, since it's easier.