#Shout out 2 my friend flesh who drew her! Gave me a lot of ideas for how they look d:)

[arcadequeerz]

@firekitten830 OKIE- Lil Ramble bout em under read more. There isn't a ton but I got some stuff figured out rn.

Their name is either: Mourning Vision or Mourning Midnight- She is a Mortician! Her magic is to do w preparing the dead to be buried and everything that rly comes w said job- She's a Unicorn! They can also see Ghosts/Spirits too due to their profession n magic.

Lives on sight in the funeral home located near/on a Cemetery- Tends to graves and mausoleums on the sight and talks to the 'Residents' that are active there often.

Due to her profession n Magic other Ponies are pretty intimidated n scared of her- They avoid them and shy away when she comes around. Because of this she doesn't have many or any 'Living' Friends. Talking and interacting w the dead is far easier then the living.

The dead can sometimes appear to her just how they looked when Alive, but duller in color and sometimes having injuries related to how they died- Or they can appear to them as pretty scary monsters. But they're pretty used to stuff by now so it takes a Lot to actually scare them.

Uhhhh colors:

I made this on a lil mlp sprite site, n used some tail n mane base from dA! But this is basically her colors- Her fur is dark black, and I think they do have some kind of markings on her but I haven't figured out how they'd look yet. Her mane n tail aren't rly curly or just wavey, kinda in the middle- Both are fine and usually are tied up while they're doing work. Though strands of her mane tend to slip out and hang in her face. She ties her mane n tail up w simple satin ribbons!

She's pretty tall, on the thin side and lanky- Not the size of like celestia or anything but certainly taller then the ~average~ pony.

Her mane is white with shades of bluish green, and her Magic is a similar color. Eyes are purplish blue and will glow when she's using their Magic!

Horn is curved too-!

Not set on what their Cutie Mark looks like just yet- But if I go w their name being: Mourning Vision- A Coffin w a Eye on it maybe? Either closed or open- Or if I go w Mourning Midnight- Coffin w a Moon on it? Maybe crescent shaped?

I am not good w outfits but I imagine they wear a kinda- shall- black maybe w small stars on it?

They also have the lil- beard that Actual unicorns are drawn w usually!

Uhhh thats all I have on her rn, Shout out 2 my friends who gave me ideas for em d:)

[bohrapbois]

Full Marks

CHAPTER 2

Description - Ben just so happens to fall head over heels for a Mysterious Man who loves baseball and cracking terrible jokes. Mysterious Man also turns out to be the father of one of Ben’s students.

Warnings - Full blown relationship Hardzello, with plenty of angst, fluff and future smut.

Word Count- 2,152 

Frankie was the love of Ben’s life, and he would do anything short of murder for her. She was the only girl in the states who had his heart, and that’s the way it’ll always be, until the day he died. It didn’t matter that she was a dog, she had him wrapped around her little paw. That’s how she was currently eating packaged ham, which was meant to be saved for Ben’s dinner. But honestly, the way her eyes lit up each time he tossed her some more, Ben didn’t care if he starved. His baby was happy, so he was happy too.

It was early afternoon, sometime after two, and Ben had just finished his marathon of Brooklyn-Nine-Nine, so it was time to walk off some of the Doritos and burn through some of the coffee he just gulped down. Unlike most dogs, who get excited when they see their leash in their owner’s hands, Frankie either hid or stood stock still. This time, she sprinted through the cramped kitchen and ducked under the wonky coffee table. Ben sighed, leash in hand, and contributed to the five minute chase of catching his dog to go for a walk. The funny thing is, Frankie loves walks, and will take forever doing her business and tugging Ben after any animal she sees, but she just doesn’t like the leash. Adopting her as a stray pup from Animal Ark, Ben thought it’d be easy, a little companion for when his mind goes to those dark places. Gwil thought it was a good idea too, which is why he kept the little pup found in a cardboard box to one side until his friend could come in and see her. But it turns out, along with a pup comes a lot of chaos. So under a year worth of mayhem later, the household has accepted to go with the flow of the furballs destruction.

Finally clipping her leash to her collar, Ben cheered in victory. He grabbed his keys from the mess on the side table, and before Frankie could tug herself free, they both were outside and the front door locked behind them. Ben grinned down at his companion, who glared back before changing moods completely and darting off, knowing Ben would rather sprint alongside her than tug on her collar. So, the two were down the street and well on their way to the big park before anyone really noticed.

As feet and paws moved from tarmac to grass, they slowed, both panting and taking a moment to get their breathes back. It was a mutual thing, for them to get to the park and begin walking, so Ben didn’t mind the sprint to get there. His fitness was well maintained, anyway.

The two strolled, Ben nattering down to the beagle as if they were having a normal conversation. The park was big enough that no one found it overly weird to see a grown man talking to his dog. Ben knew it was a bad habit, but he tugged out a cigarette and his trusty lighter, and continued his train of thought whilst he smoked. Frankie didn’t care, even if Gwil tried again and again to throw his packs away. It was good source of comfort and helped him think when he was deep in his own mind.

“I don’t know what I’m going to do, Franks,” Ben kicked at the dirt, one eye on his dog (investigating under a bush) and the other on a baseball game going on in the distance. When he first came over, Ben never really understood the hype surrounding baseball, and didn’t really now either. It was similar to a game he used to play called rounders, so Ben guessed that seeing another variation of the game wasn’t actually that exciting.

He drew a smoke, holding it in for moment before blowing the smoke out, repeating the process as he watched the teams swap side. This town was big on baseball, and there was usually a game of sorts going on every weekend. The participants of this match seemed good enough, coordinating shirts colours into greens and reds, with reds now fielding.

Ben gave a gentle tug on Frankie’s leash, and she came out from under the bush, covered up to her chest in dirt and dust but that’s a future Ben problem. Now Ben problem is how he wants to get closer to the game. Taking slow drags from his cigarette, Ben wandered over, trying to make sense on how certain balls were called fouls. He frowned, dropping his cigarette on the floor and stamping it out. Oddly, Frankie stayed near his side, and when they were close enough, his little lady sat down, also seemed transfixed by the game. For a couple of minutes, they just watched. The greens were pretty good, and both teams seemed to be taking it very seriously. Ben wasn’t close enough to see who was actually on what team, but he could hear the shouts of excitement/annoyance. He heard someone curse out Dave, who was a barista in ‘Delilah’ (Alright coffee, let dogs in, so Ben would sometimes go there when he didn’t know what else to do), and watching Dave run, yep, that's barista Dave.

The old bleachers seemed to have a few families on, and Ben thought he could make out Lucy’s blonde hair. Another vet, she and Gwil got on well, like brother and sister. She seemed to be there with her mysterious boyfriend she’d mentioned to Gwil a few times but never introduced. Ben’s nosy side flared up, and he started walking a bit closer, but not close enough to be spotted. Or so he thought.

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Beth didn’t mind sitting and watching her dad play - he loved the game, and she did too - but sometimes she got distracted. Sitting with Uncle Rami and Lucy, she fiddled with the bottom of her shorts, pulling on a loose thread as she looked around, eyes cast out further than the game. There was someone standing far off and it looked like he had a dog. Beth perked up. She’d be asking her dad for a dog for awhile, and he was starting to agree with her, but if she showed that she was good, she knew she could get one quicker. She watched as they stood in the distance, but much to her delight, the figure started approaching. Beth was practically vibrating in her seat waiting until the perfect moment to prove to her dad that she is ready for a dog.

She bounds up, deciding now was better than ever, and jumped down the bleachers she’s grown up on. She ignores Uncle Rami shouting after her and makes it to the grass unstopped. She races across the ground, and notices that the owner is very familiar.

“Mr. Hardy!” She screamed in excitement, which caught both her teachers and fathers attention. She barrels on, her teacher looking shocked to see a six year old approaching rapidly in a full sprint.

Behind her, her father notices what’s going on, “ah shit,” he leaves his position. His daughter is quick, always has been, and it was at this moment that Joe wished he was quicker. She was sprinting towards a mysterious figure, and his fear kicked in.

“ELIZABETH!” He screamed, legs picking up pace in a desperate attempt to catch up with her. The shouts from his team mates (he missed the ball thrown in his direction, more concerned with his own flesh and blood) were only a second thought as he watched his daughter barrel into the legs of the blond man. The man stumbled, Beth still holding his legs, before he fell backwards, landing heavily on his ass.

Eventually, the frantic father got to the two still on the floor. He scooped up his daughter, “Elizabeth! What were you thinking?” He checked her over, ignoring her muttered, “it’s Beth, dad,” before putting her back down and turning his attention to the guy on the floor.

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Ben only had a moment to brace himself after hearing one of his students scream his name before Beth barrelled full speed into his legs. He managed to stumble backwards before falling onto his backside, grunting his curses as he took the full weight of a six year old to his knees and groin. Frankie ran around him, pulling at her leash in confusion and panic, before Ben reached over and grabbed her close, counting up to ten before trying to move. He ached, but would survive, although he’s not planning on moving too much right at the moment.

Beth was pulled off of him, and Ben just focused on breathing and petting Frankie, before he felt a weight on his shoulder. “You alright, man?” Ben glanced up at the new voice, and gasped.

Mystery Man from yesterday was kneeling beside him. Hazel eyes scanned the blonds face, and Ben couldn’t help but notice how when Mystery Man frowned, he pouted. “Umm-” Ben pulled Frankie onto his lap as she began to settle “-yeah, just a bit sore”. Using his dog as an excuse, Ben focused on stroking Frankie, eyes falling onto her knowing eyes. If he hadn’t, he’d have definitely done something stupid.

“I’m so sorry for Elizabeth,” Mystery Man stood, silencing his complaining child with a well measured glance, “she can just get a bit excitable”.

“Nah, it’s alright man,” Ben inwardly cringed Why the hell did I call him ‘man’? The first hot guy in ages and you ‘man’ him. Fucking great. “She’s one of my students, actually”.

“Oh!” Ben pulled his eyes from Frankie’s incredibly interesting fur and squinted up at Mystery Man. He seemed pleasantly excited, smiling at his daughter (who was now holding his hand) and back at Ben, “Beth told me she had a new teacher! I’m Joe, her dad!” He thrusted forward his free hand, and for an awkward moment, Ben didn’t move to take it. Kicking himself again, Ben gently pushed Frankie off his lap and reached up and grabbed Joe’s hand. Joe didn’t hesitate and pulled Ben up until he was standing.

Joe was slightly shorter than Ben, but well built. Not muscular, but not scrawny either. Ben smiled, and faked enough confidence to shake his hand. “Ben”. Joe’s hair was hidden under a baseball cap, but enough was curling around his ears that Ben knew his observation from yesterday was true - yes, they both had the same hair colour. It seemed to glow in the afternoon sun.

“That’s a lot better than me calling you ‘Mr. Hardy’ in my head. Imagined you to be in your late forties or something,” Joe laughed, and the two hands separated. “Ben suits you”.

“Oh, um, thanks?” Ben laughed awkwardly, not knowing if to take the fact his name suits him as a compliment or not. “Yeah, better than calling you Mr. Mazzello”.

“Ew, don’t”. Joe rolled his eyes, ignoring his daughter who was now pulling on his hand as she crouched to pet Frankie, who, honestly, loved having a kids attention. “Mr. Mazzello was my father’s name”.

“Joe it is”. Ben grinned, glancing over to the baseball match. They all seemed to be calling for Joe to return. At the same time, the usual guy who picks up Beth was approaching, stopping by Joe’s side.

“Beth! Don’t ever run off like that again!” Green eyes crouched down, gently grabbing the little girl by the chin and pulling her to face his direction, “you can’t just do that! I was very scared”. Beth pouted, but nodded, wrapping little arms around the guys neck. He scooped her up, holding her close. It was only then when he turned to Ben. “Hey,” he nodded, looking between Ben and Joe.

“Oh, ugh yeah! This is Rami,” Joe gestured towards Green eyes, and Ben smiled in greeting. “He usually picks up Beth”.

“Yeah, I’ve seen you around a few times,” Ben kicked at the ground before nodding back towards the game. “You better go back”.

“Yeah,” Joe sighed, raising his arm towards his team. They seemed to settle, going back to talking between themselves rather than shouting at Joe. Rami nodded towards the two before walking off with Beth in his arms, the two talking about responsibilities. “You gonna come watch? We have a few more rounds to go”.

“Nah, better not,” again, Frankie sat calmly at Ben’s side, lazily blinking up between her owner and the new man. Ben gestured at his dog, “she’s had enough excitement for one day”.

“She’s very cute,” Joe ducked down to give her a scratch behind her ears. Great - even Ben’s dog likes Joe now. Ben grinned as Joe stood up again, and with a raised hand as a farewell, Joe started jogging backwards, only turning around when Ben tugged on Frankie’s leash and the two made their way back home.

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[100scarystories]

Help me remember

In 6th grade, I was in the popular clique. I was the right-hand-man to the clique’s leader, Eric Bonner. I wasn’t the muscle, or the funny kid, or the one who always got along with parents… I was the support staff…. The person who would blindly follow Eric into a blazing fire or over a bridge… At that time, my loyalty was the most tangible thing I had.

I thought I’d never forget the day that Eric came by my house and said emphatically that we were going to egg Mr. Bruder’s lawn. Back then, the world seemed less frightening - and even so, I knew better than to mess with Mr. Bruder.

The rumor was that Mr. Bruder didn’t just kidnap and murder children, but that he ate their insides and stuffed their corpses so that he would forever have company to fill his otherwise empty home. There wasn’t a lot of validity to this and tales of his rampages tendencies were always spoken of during late night campfires describing victims who had unsurprisingly generic names.

And even though at 11 years old I was capable of rationalizing that Mr. Bruder wasn’t truly dangerous, the day Eric told me of his plans, my blood ran cold. But as a follower, I kept these sentiments to myself and exclaimed what a great idea it was - already plotting how to get a dozen eggs for the occasion.

The night of the prank, there were supposed to be 5 of us. By lunch period 2 had already chickened out. I would have given anything to be one of those guys - confident enough to just say no to a bad idea. Of course, if I was one of those guys - there’d be no point to this story.

At 8PM, only an hour before curfew and at the moment when the sky turns dark, we met 5 blocks away from Mr. Bruder’s home. It was me, Eric, and Sammy - who was as notorious for disrupting class as his dad was for being the town drunk.

‘You ready Drew?’ Eric asked me as I tentatively stepped into the group, with my stolen eggs still sandwiched between my chest and shirt.

In the absence of my reply Sammy exclaimed ‘Let’s get this show on the road Shitheads!’ - Sammy could always curse - that’s just how it was.

So we sauntered a few blocks, with me trailing reluctantly behind Sammy and Eric.

When we approached the house, to me, it was the stuff of nightmares. Until then, I had only heard tall-tales. I had never truly seen the structure in all its glory - and likewise, I had never really seen Mr. Bruder or known anyone who had.

What seemed to tower above us was 4 stories of blackened bricks. The mansion almost breathed like a live being - the darkness smoking from the foundation and siding as though it was a burn victim struggling to expel the smothering smoke from their lungs.

There were no windows - only the tall black structure that sucked any ambient light from the atmosphere around it. Where there should have been grass, there was none. There was no hint of this being a home - no fence, no garage, no garden. I could have swore that sections of the house’s exterior seemed wet and more vibrant - as though the structure was bleeding. Was it this frightening in the daytime? That’s a question I’ll never be able to answer.

A sole door, really just a suggestion of one, signified an entrance. We stood there, too amazed to move, and in my case - too frightened to provoke whatever this house really was.

Only when the egg I was gripping exploded in my hand did I snap out of it. Ever the adventurer… Eric said ‘Drew, you take the first shot.’

For a moment I didn’t realize what was being suggested until I realized that like me, my psycho and ringleader friend were scared shitless. Always ready to take one for the team, I mumbled ‘sure’.

I wasn’t just a loyal 11 year old, I was a damn good baseball pitcher. But after that night, I’ll never know if I would have actually succeeded in baseball.

I wound up with the egg and let it fly… At first I wasn’t sure it would hit the house, but when it did all tension was relieved. Eric and Sammy rejoiced and decided that now was the time to begin enthusiastically pelting the house with as many eggs as possible.

I had just thrown the one, but my friends were about 10 eggs in before I realized what was happening. We weren’t actually hitting Mr. Bruder’s home, it was absorbing whatever we threw at it. I noticed this but didn’t process it soon enough to stop what happened next.

Sammy, in his excitement screamed ‘Let’s fuck this mothafucker up!’ running towards the house, ready to break in or break something or god knows what.

Eric absorbed his rallying cry and led the charge directly towards the house.

I stood there hopeless - wetting my pants - aware of what would happen next simply by the feeling I got.

As they neared the house - two 12 year olds excited by the concept of mayhem, they seemed to finally grasp their fate. But it was too late and the pull was too strong. I watched as Sammy’s flesh was ripped off of his torso. As he turned to please his audience, his smile and the flesh on his face were ripped leaving only his quickly dimming eyes that left his body soon after. Realizing too late what was happening, Eric tried to stop his forward momentum only to have his necessary organs fly through his chest and be swallowed by the house.

By the time it had sucked the flesh off my friend’s bones leaving pristine skeletal remains, I was so scared shitless that I was sobbing harder than I knew was possible. But that wasn’t the end of their torture. As I backed away from the home hoping to awake from this nightmare, I heard their screams. Built into the foundation of Mr. Bruder’s home were bleeding, breathing, dark condensed bricks that screamed in pain and sorrow in the voices of my friends. And in one moment, I could hear so many screams and cries for help at once that I thought I would pass out from the fear and pain radiating through my entire body.

And that’s exactly what I did.

Awaking in my bed was the most welcome relief I had ever felt in my 11 years on earth. I could smell bacon and pancakes and couldn’t wait to tell Eric about my crazy dream.

When I got to school and realized that neither Eric or Sammy were there I was at first confused, but then realized that such a coincidence seemed more sinister. I asked our teacher Mrs. Maury where they were and she gave me a peculiar look, as though I had asked to go to the nurse’s office.

At lunch period, I frantically ran home and asked my mom to call Eric’s mother.

‘Eric? Is that a new friend hun?’

‘No mom,’ I breathlessly shouted ‘Eric is my best friend! You know him!’

‘I’m sorry sweetheart, but I don’t think I’ve met Eric before.’

Panicked, I said ‘Ok, well can you call Sammy’s parents? Sammy Mahoney? You’re good friends with Mrs. Mahoney right?!’

‘Yes Andrew, but Mrs. Mahoney doesn’t have any children - is Sammy a nephew?’

‘MOM they were taken by Mr. Bruder! I swear on my life - I was there, we made a mistake and I’m sorry but we have to help them please!’

It was like a switch had been turned. Once I had said Mr. Bruder’s name, my mother’s face became an entirely blank slate. For the second time in 24 hours, I began to sob.

You’d have to know my mother to know that she was being straight with me. Her eyes filled with concern as the realization hit me that I was either insane, or something bigger was at play here.

I didn’t want to be committed to a mental hospital. I had heard stories of a long lost uncle who they had to institutionalize for his paranoid delusions, and even at 11 - I knew better.

I tried to find the house, but never could. I could never even find a record of Mr. Bruder’s existence. He and my friends faded into the background - unremembered or recorded by anyone.

So I made it through middle school - and then high school - and then college. I always knew what had happened, but antidepressants and anti anxiety meds helped me cope and my eccentricities as a child helped me begin to believe that I had been truly… disturbingly imaginative.

My life is good enough - it’s normal enough. I have a wife who is too beautiful and smart for me, and an adolescent son who keeps me on my toes. Every day is as much of an adventure as I’d like to experience.

My son is a ringleader - he’s charismatic and popular. Today’s a much more scary time than when I grew up. We’re not helicopter parents, but yeah - as Andy is 12 and we keep a watchful eye on him. I heard him telling his friends that they should prank Mr. Bruder. And it’s not that I’m so scared of what could be a coincidence or some pre-teens having fun… I’m worried because I already can’t seem to remember my son’s face or all the things that make him ours. It’s already dark outside and my wife isn’t worried about… our son’s curfew. There was something important I had to remember… but I can’t seem to remember.