#TW: MENTION OF D3@TH!!!

[ask-christopher-harrison]

TW: MENTION OF DR*G$ AND D3@TH!!!!

((Did I mention Chris’s mother was on drugs and died, thus leaving him with a stressed out father who worked a lot?))

((no? What about how his grandmother on his moms side took the dad to court so she could see her grandkid? Btw she is extremely unstable and just actually crazy))

((still no? …oh. Pretend I never said anything :3))

[godessofbucky]

Rest In Peace, O'Shae Sibley

Rest in Peace to O'Shae Sibley who was st@bb3d to D3@th at a Gas Station while Vogueing to a Beyoncé song. It is HORRIBLE that a beautiful light in the world was put out by a horrible and NASTY group of Individuals who called him and his group of friends slurs while they were having fun by themselves. They were targeted and O'Shae SHOULDN'T have had to pay for their hatred against him.

Rest in Peace.

[numberoneatsushidefender]

☾Atsushi Headcanons!☽

TW FOR EATING DISORDERS, MENTIONS OF DEPRESSION, SELF LOATHING, SWEARING, VOMIT, MALNUTRITION, MENTIONS OF TERRORISM, SU!C!D3(Dazais song), UNSAFE BINDING, PANIC ATTACKS, DEATH, ABUSE, CHILD DEATH, RELIGIOUS TRAUMA, ACCIDENTAL CANNIBALISM,

•He is trans masc(Hasn’t gotten top/bottom surgery yet) He uses He/They Pronouns

•He is a Polyamorous Demisexual Pansexual

•He has a whole slew of mental and physical disorders, he found out because Kunikida took him to get tested for autism

•Disorders he has: PTSD, OCD, ADHD, ADD, Autism, Depression, Anxiety Disorder, 3 Eating Disorders, Psychosis, Malnutrition, Schizophrenia, Borderline Personality Disorder, Tics and Tourette’s, restless leg syndrome, echolalia, and Cervical Dystonia

•After hearing this he just looked at Kunikida and asked, “Why am I collecting them?”

•He is a really good singer, he used to sing to younger kids at the orphanage who couldn’t sleep or were just having a bad day, it was the one thing he couldn’t hate about himself

•Once Kunikida learned Atsushi had never had a good father figure he started subconsciously acting like one towards him, checking in on him, teaching him things, defending him, buying him things, taking time out of his schedule to make sure he’s alright, driving him places etc

•Atsushi has and will eat small animals if given the chance

•He really likes Tangled because he finds Rapunzels story relatable, and because he likes chameleons

•He is a really good artist, he used to draw whenever he could in the orphanage

•Some of Atsushis Tics are: “We’ve been accused of Terroism!”, “Meow Meow!”, “Beep”, “Fuck you”, “Buzz Buzz”

•He has echolalia, and repeats a lot of things, such as: Dazais Su!c!d3 song, “Super Mystery Solver!” And “Rashomon!”

•Byakko is sentient and says the weirdest things, ex: “You should eat your ginger friend”

•Atsushi has a reflex similar to a cat where he will slap someone if they surprise him, leading to him accidentally bitch slapping Dazai

•Atsushi has VERY strong teeth, one time Ranpo brought jawbreakers to work and gave Atsushi one, Ranpo then started talking to Yosano when they heard a loud *CRACK*, and just see Atsushi chewing on a jawbreaker as if it was taffy. Everyone just stared and Atsushi was confused. (Kunikida panicked)

•After he ate all that Chazuke in the first episode, he actually ended up vomiting because his stomach wasn’t used to that much to eat

•He used to bind with bandages, But when Kunikida found out, he taught him how to properly bind

•He chews on everything he can, strings, yarn, rubber, electrical cords, you name it. Atsushi is basically a cat in that sense, Kunikida has bought him teething toys for this

•Tanizaki and Atsushi are best friends, Tanizaki knows the most about what happened to Atsushi at the orphanage, and Atsushi knows the most about his insecurities

•One time Atsushi was falling asleep on the agency’s couch and nobody had the heart to wake him up, eventually he had to. So Kunikida shook him awake, and in a soft tone said, “Cmon kid, you need to get up.” Atsushi mumbled and replied, “Just five more minutes dad….” Needless to say Atsushi got a lot more than five minutes, and if Kunikida cried, nobody said anything

•One time Kunikida arrived at the agency(He’s usually the first one there, only to find Atsushi there already started on work) Kunikida was very proud of him and pat his head

•Yosano made it her goal to get Atsushi to stop apologizing for everything, every time he does, she will stare at him until he takes it back

•Kunikida teaches Atsushi math whenever they have time

•Atsushi can only get drunk/high if something has catnip in it

•One time Atsushi broke a glass object at Kunikidas house, and in a panic attempted to clean it up with his bare hands, Kunikida comforted him and made sure he was alright

•Sometimes if someone praises him or pats him he will purr

•When he gets over emotional sometimes his ears and tail will pop out

•Atsushi stress bakes

•He’s not that good of a swimmer(Never got proper lessons)

•He tends to cover his ears whenever things get loud

•He enjoys sitting in sunspots

•He could decimate anyone with insults, you insult someone he loves? He will absolutely DESTROY you

•Atsushis favorite number is the date he met Kunikida and Dazai

•Despite not liking physical touch he is a clingy drunk

•He doesn’t have a lot of pop culture knowledge, so Dazai set up annual movie nights to teach him



•He has freckles

•Gets super bad nightmares

•He has really sharp teeth

•He has HORRENDOUS spice tolerance

•He’s never had “The Talk”

•He will sit in a box if given the chance

•Just like how a cat slow blinks at people it trusts, so does Atsushi

•He does the making biscuit thing that cats do

•One time the ADA found Atsushi curled up in a cabinet

•If Atsushi ever learned how to drive he would have EXTREME road rage

•He’s never been on a plane

•Naomi, Tanizaki, Atsushi, and Haruno get together every Wednesday after work, and just mess around, it’s a double date of sorts (Haruno and Naomi are dating) and Tanizaki and Atsushi are pining for one another

•He has a quiet sneeze, because people at the orphanage would get mad if he was loud

•He likes sitting out in the rain, Kunikida scolds him for tracking in water, and raising the chance of him getting a cold

•He is oblivious to flirting, you have to be VERY forward to get him to notice, and when he does he turns into a flustered mess

•At the orphanage he would take on a parental/Big Brother role for the younger kids

•He figured out he was trans when he was 13, after an older kid told him about it

•He’s not that good of a cook, he can make the basics but other than that he’ll get lost

•He’s not very good at fashion

•He had two close friends at the orphanage, Roberto(I named him after the bird from Rio 2) and Yūki

•One day during a cold winter, Yūki was punished for accidentally breaking a vase, she was thrown outside in the cold with nothing but an old cloak. The next morning Atsushi and Roberto ran outside to look for her, they saw something In the snow, and when they got closer they realized it was Yūkis dead body, she had died of hypothermia

•Roberto faked his death and ran away after this, leaving Atsushi all alone. I like to believe he ended up somewhere in Yokohama

•Atsushi loves strawberries, the first time he tried them he couldn’t help but just scarf them all down

•He can eat raw meat

•He has religious trauma, everyday at the orphanage he would pray that he would become someone worthy of life

•After Shibusawas murder, the headmaster fed Atsushi bits of his body. Atsushi was confused at the fact he was given more to eat and more often. He thought that he finally earned his right to live. He is completely unaware that he did this

•Everyone at the agency takes turns teaching Atsushi different things

•He wants to learn how to play the flute

•He can’t whistle

•He can see in the dark

•He likes to draw on his skin

•He hates the way his eyes look

•He has a cat-like tongue

•He can understand cats

[windblume-wishes]

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Summary: After what happened at STYX, Epel was extremely traumatized and never wanted to part from Vil’s side for as long as possible… he did not want to lose Vil. The sight of seeing Vil all old and wrinkled, brittle and worn by age was enough to send him into panic- he’s seen many elderly in his hometown pass away but the images of elderly Vil fresh in his mind just made everything worse…

TW: Mentions of D3@th/Dy1ng and mega angst

If you were looking for Emotional Damage this is the place! Abandon hope all ye who read this! Ye have been warned beforehand of angst and pain!

Epel Felmier and Vil Schoenheit: Don’t Leave Me All Alone…

Rain pelted the windows of the Pomefiore dorm, thunder rattled the walls and lightning lit the dark hallways and bedrooms that cold February night. It was truly a rough storm and the howling wind whistling a ghostly tune made it no better for Epel as he shuddered under his blankets. The thunder roared again and he clutched his poison apple plush tighter, truthfully, he was not frightened of storms but the events at STYX was enough to send him into panic.

CRASH! BOOM!

The thunder roared again, releasing yet another wave of ferocity. With every roar of thunder came the memories of the titans… of Vil…

‘No… No, Vil is alive, Vil is fine… gotta stop being a scaredy-cat! Man up, Epel! Man up, damnit!’

Nightmares of the horrors that fateful day flooded his mind, images of Vil falling into the Underworld to save Idia still were fresh in his memory, haunting him with the thought of losing Vil. Tears pricked his baby blue eyes as he hid his face in his pillow, oh how he despised this weakness… but he supposed it was only right considering how the event’s traumatized him so dramatically.

CRASH!! BOOM!!

The thunder roared once more, causing Epel to jump slightly at the sound. Sevens above how he hated feeling so weak…

Epel huffed, sitting up in bed and grabbing his pillow and apple plush, making his way quietly out of the room and straight to Vil’s room. He knew Vil was likely already in bed but he just had to see him, he needed to know Vil was alive still. His dreams of Vil all old and wrinkled dying before his eyes shattered his heart into microscopic fragments, the images of the dream were too real for him, it was too much. Outside Vil’s door he could see the dim glow of lamp light from under the door, Vil was likely still awake if the lamp was on. Epel took a deep, shuddering breath and knocked on the door, trying his hardest not to break down like a small child.

“Hm? Epel? Whatever are you doing up at this hour? Eye bags, my dear, eye bag- Epel…? Oh Epel what’s the matter?” Vil knelt down to Epel’s height, brushing his gentle, soft hands across they younger’s face. “Come on in, potato, tell me what’s the matter.”

Epel walked in slowly, nodding his head and sitting next to his Housewarden on the bed, staring at him with wide, frightened eyes. “V-Vil… I-I was just scared you were gone… that you left us for good… that the Underworld took you… *sniffle* I’m sorry… I know this is childish an’ stupid…”

‘Stupid! Damnit! Cryin’ like a lil kid in fronta Vil again… I’m gonna get a scoldin’ of a lifetime for the eyebags…’

Vil gasped, pulling Epel into a tight hug, petting his hair gently, swaying softly in an attempt of comfort. He had no idea Epel was so frightened, he had figured something was wrong when Epel refused to leave his side almost all afternoon during their Friday night cleaning session and this afternoon during lunch break but to see this side of Epel was entirely new. He was nothing more than a frightened little boy who had nearly lost someone he cared about deep down even if he did not want to admit it.

“I’m right here, I’m not going anywhere, just keep your head on my heart, see? It’s still beating, I’m still here, little apple. I’m still here…” Vil whispered soothingly, almost in a motherly manner as his slender fingers combed through the soft, violet locks.

‘No, Vil, you left us behind in my dream… you died… you died from old age too soon…’

“I-I’ve seen buncha old folks b-back home go an’ all but… but seein’ you get old an’ leavin’ us…” Epel could not finish that sentence, the words felt so rough on his tongue. The pain in his heart was excruciating and all he could do was wail into Vil’s chest like a child.

‘Sevens above, please don’t take Vil from us… please…’

Vil gently shushed the crying boy, whispering words of comfort as his tears flowed from his eyes. The feeling was the only calm Epel felt against the raging storm of emotions. The Pomefiore Housewarden knew that Epel always tried his hardest to keep a brave face, a defiant attitude, and a tough guy persona but Vil and Rook knew deep down Epel was a gentle soul who cared deeply for others even if he never showed it openly.

“Epel, how about you spend the night here with me, hm? That way you will know I will not leave you.” Vil smiled softly as the younger looked into his eyes as if questioning his suggestion. “I promise, I will not leave your side, you will be safe in here with me. No storm, titan, or Overblot monster will come in here.”

BOOM! CRASH!!

The first year gasped at the sudden clap of thunder, clinging to his Housewarden as if he were a baby koala. He nodded his head in agreement to Vil’s suggestion, eventually looking up at Vil worriedly before releasing his hold.

“S-sorry… dunno why the stupid storm is making me like this… I’m not usually all a scaredy-cat.”

“It can’t be helped, potato, to be completely honest with you, I too have had a difficult time with the storm…” Vil sighed and shrugged. “Truthfully, it reminds me of what happened at STYX, the titans and all those escaped monsters… and the fear of losing you and Rook.”

‘I-I had no idea Vil felt this way… I thought he was gonna say losing his good looks or somethin’ like that. Huh…’

“What? I know that look, potato- you have something snarky on the mind, spill it.”

“Ack- um- uh… n-no I’m good, Vil! Heh… heh…”

“One… Two… do not make me say three, potato.”

‘Great, he’s gone mama mode… no escapin’ this one…’

“Aight, I was gonna say just thought you were gonna say something ‘bout losing your good looks…”

Vil laughed, genuinely laughed at Epel’s remark. Ruffling his first year’s hair, he pulled him back into a hug. “You cheeky little apple, what am I to do with you?”

“Send me to Savanaclaw, maybe?”

“Not happening. You are staying with me, spudling.”

‘Damnit, guess I’m stuck with Vil- although, guess it ain’t a bad idea… heh- life does work in weird ways, huh?’

“Alright, potato, bedtime. It’s well past both of our bedtimes but sleeping in tomorrow as it is the weekend would not hurt, fufufufu~” Vil lifted the covers for Epel to climb under, like a mother he tucked him in and gently petted his head. Vil too tucked himself into bed and pulled the younger close to his frame, running his gentle, slim fingers through his hair and humming a soft lullaby.

Epel slowly but surely drifted off to sleep, the sweet humming of Vil’s lullaby and his heartbeat that was very much alive soothed his mind and guided him to slumber.

“Gnight… mum…” Epel mumbled sleepily, snuggling closer to Vil like a kitten.

“Goodnight, my littlest apple. May no nightmares touch your dreams tonight while I’m here.”

[skylarthethompson]

I am neutral on this war.

TWs: vent, parental abse, abse, physical abse threats, d3@th threats, (I probably need help.) antisemitism, anti Palestine propaganda, anti Israeli propaganda, 9/11 mentions.

Stop treating or talking about Israeli or Jewish people like they deserve to d13. WW2 was genuinely fcking horrible and a bad governent doesn't mean all Israeli people or Jewish people suddenly deserve to be b0mbed or d13 or deserve their trumas from this war or WW2 and stop painting all Jewish or Israeli people as Zionists who want this war to kill all Palestinian people and STOP COMPARING THEM TO OR POSTING MEMES COMPARING ISRAEL AND ISRAELI PEOPLE AND JEWISH PEOPLE TO THEIR FORMER OPPRESORS!, IT IS FCKING DISGUSTING!, IT'S NOT FUNNY OR TRUE!, YOU CAN COMPARE THEM TO EVIL WITHOUT COMPARING THEM TO THAT!, Also Hamas is also hurting Gaza.

Stop treating or talking about Palestinian people like they are savages and if they all support Hamas and want terrorism when they want their country to be free from Israel's oppression and Hamas' terrorism and want to escape and stop using this as an excuse to paint all Islam people as savages that enjoy mrder, that is false and 9/11 was bad and I feel sorry for the victims (half of them were also Muslim btw so no excuse for the Isalmophobic bs.) but it doesn't mean all Muslim people are like that. LET THEM BE FREE AND ABLE TO GET HELP AND STOP PAINTING ISRAEL AS ENTIRELY INNOCENT AND THINKING THIS IS WHAT ISRAELI PEOPLE AND JEWISH PEOPLE NEED!, NO, MOST ARE AGAINST THE HORRIBLE PEOPLE OPPRESSING THEM!, PALESTINE NEEDS TO BE FREE BUT HAMAS AND HIS TERRORIST GROUP NEED TO BE DISMANTLED FOREVER FIRST! ALSO NO, RCIST CREEPS AND ALSO MOM, "FROM THE RIVER TO THE SEA" DOES'T MEAN GENOCIDE TO ISRAEL OR ISRAELI PEOPLE OR JEWISH PEOPLE, IT MEANS FREEDOM FOR ALL OF PALESTINE!

Btw has anyone else had their own mom tell them they'd genuinely kll them no joke if they ever joined a Free Palestine club or is my BRITISH and is neither of Palestine or Israel blood (I am also not of either blood, I am British.) mom just absive?

I am not anti either, I just put the tws there since the stuff I am against has anti Israel and anti Palestine and anti Semitism and Islamophobia.

Edit!: I am also sorry for being as or venting more about my mom rather than the fact actual people are dy!ng, that is bad and I am genuinely sorry. Also yes, I hate Zionists, they are literally Truscum but for Jewish people.

[lumitoiile]

gorou : [night terrors.]

☆ — tw! + content: ptsd, war flashbacks. mentions of b!00d and d3.th, and while none of it is real, reader discretion is still advised to those who find this uncomfortable. reverse comfort. gn! reader (no pronouns.) 

gorou is strong.

even with the vision decree abolished, he works tirelessly every day to protect the people of watatsumi and command the resistance. their side has experienced considerable success thus far, and the troops are as vigorous as ever—especially gorou. he's determined. he's spirited. he's undaunted. 

but even the strongest people have to be weak sometimes.

the war in inazuma is finally over...but at what cost? the outcome was in watatsumi's favor, sure, and the stolen visions have all been returned. but after everything that has been taken from them, after all the lives that were lost, how can anyone continue to live their lives as they were before? 

how can gorou return to what was before? 

the night is quiet, with only the soft breeze and the gentle rustle of leaves outside. you're fast asleep beside your pointy-eared lover, your steady breaths mirroring the rise and fall of his chest. but his mind is far from at peace. instead, he's back on the battlefield, his vision obscured with smoke and dust. the air is thick with the metallic scent of blood, and the ground beneath him is uneven, riddled with the scars of war—filled with craters, broken weapons, remnants of armor strewn across the field, and, of course...bodies. the aftermath of the soldiers who fought and fell.  

shadows twist and writhe in the dust, shaping themselves into faces he recognizes—faces he knows he's seen before. a wave of dread crashes over him, because these are faces that he had to watch fade from life. 

lives he took with his own two hands. 

they begin to move slowly, eyes hollow and void of all feeling, of any sign of humanity. their limbs are broken and bent at unnatural angles, and there are weapons lodged in places they shouldn't be. a hand claws at the ground, followed by another as they reach desperately for him. 

the fingers against his skin are cold and skeletal, digging into his legs, fighting hard to pull him down and force him onto his knees. he tries to yell, scream, say anything, but the words die in his throat. all he can do is stare into the eyes of those who should no longer be here, mouths contorted into silent screams. 

"why did you survive?" a voice rasps, echoing through the field like a ghostly whisper. the sound sends a shiver down gorou's spine, and he has to swallow down what feels like bile building up in his throat. 

"you left us to rot," hisses another, face twisted and stained with blood. 

he stumbles back, heart pounding and pulse racing. the shadows close in on him from every side. cold, clammy hands pull him lower, dragging and pushing at him relentlessly. faces swirl in his vision, shifting in and out of focus—soldiers, villagers, innocents caught in the crossfire. some he fought for; others he fought against. none he could save. 

"you were supposed to protect us," someone accuses, voice sharp and cold as a knife. 

"coward," a shadow spits, words cutting deep into his heart. "you should have fallen too. you should have died with us!" 

he wants to protest, to apologize, but they close in tighter and grip his arms. his legs, his shoulders, the weight of them all is suffocating. he can't breathe. gods, he can't breathe. hands reach for his throat, their nails biting into his skin as they pull him into the cold, unforgiving earth. "no," he whimpers, tears in his eyes as he thrashes against their hold. he struggles to free himself, chest burning with panic as they drag him down, down, down...

he jolts awake with a strangled gasp, his scream cutting through the peaceful quiet. "NO!"

the sound jolts you awake, your eyes snapping open just in time to see his trembling figure beside you. his chest heaves with shallow, frantic breaths as he presses a hand to his forehead. cold sweat dampens his skin, and a faint shimmer of tears cling to the edges of his eyelids. in all his terror, he hasn't even realized he's woken you. 

you sit up abruptly, groggily rubbing the sleep from your eyes. "gorou...?" you reach for him on instinct, frowning at the way he shakes and quivers. he barely even spares you a glance, his hand cupped over his mouth like he's forbidden himself to speak. he looks terrible. 

it doesn't take long for you to realize what's happened. nightmares aren't a particularly regular occurrence for gorou, but they're not exactly that uncommon either. they used to be worse, back when the vision hunt had just ended. when the wound was still fresh. 

"hey," you say softly, gently grasping at his arm. he flinches at first. "gorou...it's me. you're at home, see? you're safe." 

he looks over, his gaze finally settling onto you—and it's like something in him breaks. he turns to you slowly, drawn by the steady calm in your voice as if seeking shelter from the storm still raging in his mind. he's crying. he hardly ever lets himself cry, especially in front of you. 

his ears flatten against his head as he presses a trembling hand to his chest, desperately trying to soothe his racing heartbeat. "i...im sorry," he manages, voice barely a whisper. "i-it was...they were—"

your arms are around him in an instant. 

"shhh," you murmur, drawing him close and holding him tightly. you rub soothing circles into his back with one hand, cradling the back of his head to your body protectively with the other. "you don't have to explain, not right now. just breathe with me."

he leans into you, forehead slumping against your shoulder as his tears soak through the fabric of your shirt. you're not sure how long you sit there together, but eventually, his breaths begin to sync with yours, chest rising and falling at an even pace. each shaky inhale slowly brings him back to the present, away from the horrors of his mind. his tail, usually soft and calmly fluffed, is now bristling and curled tightly around his leg. you reach down to gently run your fingers along its length, providing a comforting touch that helps him ease the tension, bit by bit. 

"i'm here," you whisper, letting your voice drown out the sound of his hushed sobs. "it was just a dream, love. you're here with me. we're together, and we're home. none of that can hurt you now..."

he lets out a weary, hoarse sigh. his hands unclench at his sides, finally wrapping his arms around you and letting himself fully lean into your warmth. he buries his face in the crook of your neck, breaths evening out as your touch grounds him back to reality. the feel of you, the scent of you... it's like a soothing balm to his troubled soul. 

"i thought they had me," he says, voice catching. "they—i killed them. they reached for me, grabbed me..." he nearly shudders. "it was so real."

the weight of his words is heavy, but you just hold him tighter, enveloping him in your warmth. "i know," you frown, giving him a small squeeze. "but they can't hurt you here. not with me around. i've got you...you're safe."

he doesn't try to stop the fresh wave of tears that spill over at your reassurance; he doesn't hide the way his fingers clutch at your shirt, desperate for something to hold onto. you stay there with him, unshaken by his wavering breaths and soft hiccups. you're here to carry his burdens tonight, to be his anchor. to help him feel secure and at ease. 

"i love you," he says, his voice muffled against your skin. it tickles your neck a little, and you smile, brushing your thumb along his cheek and gingerly pressing your lips to his temple. 

"i love you, too. you don't ever have to face these things alone," you murmur, delicately carding your fingers through his hair. "I'm always here for you, remember?"

he nods, lips curling into the faintest of smiles as he relaxes against you once more. this time, he finds himself drifting back to sleep, all tension fading from his body. you carefully lay him down beside you once you've realized he's dozed off, and it's not long before sleep claims you too. the night stretches on without out anymore nightmares, undisturbed by fear. 

for now, gorou is at peace. and you, his beloved, are here beside him, watching over him as he finally rests. 

[asixnfr0g]

" 𝓑𝓮𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓭 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓢𝓬𝓮𝓷𝓮𝓼 "

*TW: MENTIONS OF D3@TH*

I wonder how her body looked

To the doctor who couldn't save her.

Did she cry in horror?

Her wails shake and echo the room?

Was she alone?

Were the neighbors in questioning?

Or was it seen as a normal Friday,

And not the one that followed me

To my entrance to high school?

I wonder about those

Down the hall who saw.

Were they in shock?

Apalled?

Did they say a little prayer for me?

Or did they run in terror

Away from the disease

That captivates us all?

I wonder how long it took

For her body to warm up

And ignite

And burn, burn, burn

Until she was forced to succumb

Back to her original form.

Three hours?

Is that what they say?

It only took two

To give her life away.

I wonder what happens

Behind the scenes

Of the performance of death.

And by the time the curtains close,

It is nowhere near over.

Death is an ongoing dance.

Encore after encore

More recruited each day.

~ asixnfr0g

[othersal]

I did this test 3 times just to make sure, quite happy about the results

[katrinorseno]

tw: mention of d3@th

so that is why “Angus” is no. 1 trending on Twitter. patay na pala si Angus Cloud 

[gen0c1de]

Hey there! Just wanted to let you know that I love your slasher dialogues!! They have me rolling :‘D

Hey! Sorry I took so long! Literally 7 fucking months but thank you so so much! This means the absolute WORLD to me!! 🥹

Short summary: School and mental health fucked me over, had plans all summer, turned 18 so now I can do NSFW 😉, tumblr updated and logged me out, forgot what my account was, made a new account 👉 @weirdwizardofoz 👈 because I lost this one. Got a new phone and forgot THAT account and started making a new one before suddenly remembering it. Made a few posts there, suddenly remembered my old account gmail, reset password, and here I am bitches!

Taking this ask as an opportunity to rant about why I was gone so long and what has happened during the MONTHS I was gone!

TW: Injury, mental health issues, therapists and counselors mentioned, depression, anxiety, car accident, E.D., parental issues and parental d3@th

Not interested? Don’t read! 😀

Ok, so, I hadn’t opened Tumblr for a while because I got SUPER depressed and my anxiety had just gotten worse and worse. Plus I had to start buckling down at school and trying to raise my grades so I could actually graduate on time while also having cheer which my mom made me quit after a while.

I graduated on time and I got a job that I started in June, and quit October 3rd. On my 18th birthday (July 13th) I passed my drivers test (3rd times a charm…) and I got my license and a car. I got a septum piercing and a belly button piercing now!!! Mom bought a new house so we didn’t have to rent anymore and we moved in and her girlfriend/fiancée and most of her animals moved in with us. Mom changed her work schedule from midnights to day shift.

Due to us moving and the shift change I am responsible for driving my 7 year old brother to school and home every day. I take him to his dads about 45 minutes away from here, I take him to his doctors and therapists appointments. I got a counselor to help me with my mental health. I gained an eating disorder and went from my normal 137 lbs to my lowest being 110.

The car my mom gave me, a Red 2012 Ford Escape, the hood popped open randomly while I was going 70 down 65 and I couldn’t see. A while after, it slightly caught fire at the end of the driveway and the car filled with smoke and I could’ve died from that.

I got a new car, a black 2019 Chevy Trax, I love her.

I can’t get a job or go to college because I’m in charge of taking care of my brother… so that’s fun…

My nana recently told me my mom has used most of not all of the money I was getting from my dads passing two minutes before my 13th birthday so mom owes me about/over $90,000, plus $500 of the $1,000 check my grandpa gave me for graduation that mom had to split in half and only gave me the first half, plus $40 for doing something physical for her knowing I have asthma and my shoulder is fucked up, plus a bunch of money for taking care of HER son. Yet I’m not saying anything about it because I live in her house in her cold ass basement and she could kick me out at any given time. But she probably wouldn’t because then who would take care of my brother? 🤔

So yeah! That’s what all went down! Lmao! 😅🥲

I’m fine and alive!

[ao3feed-crimeboys]

As Long As You're Happy, I Don't Care

by s_got_stolen

TW: mention of funeral/future d3@th (linked to funeral)

“C- can you get d-dad and Tubs to vis- it?”

“I’ll try my hardest for you, Toms. But you know how they feel about the situation.”

“N-not here. I want them t- to be at my fun- funeral. You will hold one for m- me, right?”

“What do you mean, Toms?” confusion oozed from the words Wilbur spoke. The brunette not understanding his brother’s question.

"I w-want a funeral with c-cake and Tubso and Da- so-rry, Phil."

"That's nice Tommy, and I'm sure we can reconcile with them more before then. Th-" he stuttered, blinking away a tear that threatened to roll down his face, "You won't have a funeral for a while, not for years remember?"

Silence followed Wilbur's question. And so, he repeated his last word, the tremble he was hiding worming its way into his speech, "Remember, Toms?"

  or

  A typical sick Tommy fic since he's both physically and mentally unwell.

Also, just a mention that the 'stutters' are just Tommy coughing/crying

  PLEASE READ THE TAGS (trigger warnings at the end of them)

Words: 1058, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 5 of S's oneshots

Fandoms: Minecraft (Video Game), Video Blogging RPF

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Major Character Death

Characters: Wilbur Soot, TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Niki | Nihachu, Jack Manifold, Eret (Video Blogging RPF), Phil Watson | Philza, Toby Smith | Tubbo

Relationships: Wilbur Soot & TommyInnit, Eret & Jack Manifold & Niki | Nihachu & Wilbur Soot, Toby Smith | Tubbo & TommyInnit, TommyInnit & Phil Watson (Video Blogging RPF)

Additional Tags: Author Is Sleep Deprived, The Author Regrets Nothing, Angst, Heavy Angst, Hurt No Comfort, i mean there is a little comfort at the end but not really, Wilbur Soot and TommyInnit are Siblings, Parent Phil Watson (Video Blogging RPF), Phil Watson is Wilbur Soot and TommyInnit's Parent, Bad Parent Phil Watson (Video Blogging RPF), Bad Friend Toby Smith | Tubbo, TRIGGER WARNINGS FROM HERE, Sick TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), but more mentally than physically, Overdosing, Suicidal TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF)

[bubbleberryuniverse]

KO's Fear

The screen fades in, and KO lays face-down on the floor by a desk; it's clearly in the therapy office, except with somewhat of a darker color pallet. With the current angle, he's the only one in view.

After a moment, he slowly pushes himself up onto his knees with a groan and holds the side of his head. He blinks and rubs his eyes, staring at the floor as he processes.

After a dawning realization, his head snaps up and he looks around, somewhat frantic, and his gaze lands on something out of view.

The angle readjusts itself, revealing 11 KOs huddled together in a circular group on the opposite side of the office. There's something in the middle that can't be made out. Quiet, incoherent whispers are among them, and they pay no mind to KO as he watches, anxious.

He looks away and slowly and carefully pushes himself up off the floor, almost tripping over himself but catching his fall before he does so, and turns back towards the group of KOs. Quickly, he rushes over towards them, speaking in a tone laced with confusion and concern. Are you guys okay...?

With a single movement, all of them silently turn their head towards KO at once and at the exact same time in an almost uncanney valley-like manner. Every one of the 11 KOs was one from therapy, distinct features all; there's a clear absence of a!KO within the group. He takes a step back, clearly startled.

The KOs stare him, completely still and unmoving, almost as if they were frozen in time. He takes a shaky deep breath and walks forward a few steps, their heads slowly following his movement with their gaze with an uncanny fashion once more.

He tries to ignore their stares and instead pushes past two of the KOs in the front of the circle group, their bodies stiff and almost completely still as he does so. Their gazes still follow him, and their gazes remain on him once he notices what's in the middle of the circle. His breath hitches, his eyes widen, and he freezes.

Laying on the floor, surrounded by the other KOs, is a!KO's body. There's a bloody piece of glass loosely being held in his right hand, which is sprawled out to his side. Cuts run up and down his arms and legs in a manner similar to how they did at session 7, and blood pools out onto the carpet below. He's limp and unresponsive, and his skin is slightly pale. Bags are under his eyes and his hair is messy underneath the headband.

His eyes are closed and his head hangs to the side, mouth slightly agape. There's an odd sense of relaxation and relief, in his expression, but exhaustion and pain and so very many horrible emotions lace it as well. If it wasn't for all the blood and the clear fact this was a suicide attempt, it could easily be mistaken that he was merely sleeping; he's limp with no signs of life whatsoever.

KO places a hand over his mouth and gags as he takes a step back, an expression of sheer terror crossing his face. The KOs continue to stare at him, unmoving.

He shakes his head and forces a few more steps back, away from the center of the group of KOs. He's shaking and tears form in the corners of his eyes, and it's clear that he's beyond horrified at what was in front of him. The KOs in the group continue to follow his movements with their gaze, this time moving their body to follow their movement as well. They speak in a monotone voice, all in unison, and their voices lap over one another. "This is your fault."

He frantically shakes his head, tears now spilling out and streaming down his face. N -- no -- ! I -- I didn't --I -- His voice breaks as he speaks, tone frantic and clearly filled with horror. The KOs speak again, and they all point at him in unison as they speak in the same manner they did before. "You did this."

N -- no -- ! I w -- I wasn't even here I -- I would've done something -- He chokes on a sob, but still, the KOs don't listen. Their gazes remain locked onto him as they speak in unison once more, their voices growing louder. "Y̸̽̐o̸͐̕ȗ̶̊ ̸̉͛l̵̓̕ė̵͗t̵͑͋ ̴̀̿ȟ̷̃i̶͌̇m̵͕̍ ̶̇͝d̴́̕i̸͛̒ë̶͘.̶̀̿"

Their figures loom over him and he trembles, sputtering out incoherent defenses as he sobs. N -- no! He collapses onto his knees, covering his ears and tightly clenching his eyes shut as tears streamed down his face. The KOs stay there, unmoving and unblinking, and watching him as they continue to blame him in unison, their voices growing louder. "̵̂̒H̶͊͆E̷͌͛'̸̅͒S̸̈́̃ ̶̑̎D̴̎͐E̸̐̑Ä̶́̓D̴͊́ ̸̍͝B̴̎͂É̸̔C̸̊̌Ȃ̶̾Ü̶͘Ṡ̷̋E̸͐̒ ̸̔͠Ō̸̾F̶̒͒ ̸̑͛Ȳ̴̆Ȍ̸͝U̷͗̉"̵́͆

Pl -- please -- stop it! He curls into himself as he sobs uncontrollably, not noticing the sudden silence among the group of KOs. It was almost uncanny, much like everything else that has been happening in the game; they went quiet in perfect unison and their hands, which were still pointing at him, drop to their sides. KO's sobbing echoes in the quiet and still room around him and bounces off the walls like in a cave.

For a moment, it's almost as if KO is alone in the room as he sobs. A few minutes pass, and someone takes a step out of the still crowd and walks over towards KO, their movements stiff yet strangely fluid; like an animation with every single frame animated in such a precise way that it was a large level of uncanny. They stop in front and and their shadow looms over him. KO lifts his head up and stares at them with a tense expression and a raised eyebrow. His sobbing quietens and is reduced to mere hiccups as he rubs his eyes and stares at them, tense.

They don't move or make a sound, reverting back to the original stillness of before. The KOs in the group continue to keep their gazes locked on him, silent.

They stay still, and there's silence once more. KOs quiet sniffles and hiccups once more become the only thing in the room that can be heard, and they once again bounce across the walls like a cave. Edgy kneels down in front of him with a single movement, and stares at him with a blank, unmoving expression.

There's silence, and then suddenly, a screech.

KO jumps back as Edgy screeches at the top of their lungs, a loud ear-piercing screech filling the room and bouncing off the walls around them. He yells and covers his ears, but the loud screeching in the room overpowers any other sound in the room. There's an almost static-like effect to it coming from the room itself, and eventually, all of the other KOs join in. One by one, they start screeching as well, their bodies still unmoving and their expressions blank, and that's the only sound that fills the room. It's loud.

His breathing picks up pace as he forces himself to scoot back against the wall, his body trembling as he keeps his ears covered. The screeching goes on, and what felt like hours was merely a few seconds (about 20, approximately). He sits against the wall, shaking and crying, as the screeching from the KOs individually come to a sudden stop in the order they started, and his sobs can eventually be heard again.

Again, the KOs are still and silent, and Edgy remains still in their spot that was previously next to KO instead of going back to the group. Their gazes remain locked onto him as his sobbing fills the room once more.

Once more, there's nothing but KO's crying for a long moment. The KOs remain still, again, and their gazes don't budge away from KO as au!KO steps out from the crowd and slowly approaches KO with the same uncanny movement as Edgy. He's silent as he looms over him.

He looks up, sees au!KO, and flinches back, breathing heavily. au!KO remains quiet and grabs KOs arm with yet another uncanny movement and squeezes it tightly with a quiet crunch. KO whines and tries to get himself out of au!KO's grip as he drags him over towards where he previously stood. Edgy's head turns to watch KO alongside the other KOs as he's dragged, twisting in a way that shouldn't be possible.

KO sobs and au!KO releases his grip on him as he yanks him up off the floor and into a standing position, and once more, returns to looming over him with no movement. He tries to run back to the other side, but he can't get his legs to move, so instead, he stands there, breathing heavily as tears stream down his face.

au!KO pulls out a knife seemingly from nowhere and KO's eyes widen. He tries to take a step back, but his body is seemingly frozen and he can't move. Pl -- please no no no no no - His tone is frantic and laced with fear, and he coughs weakly as he cries.

au!KO ignores his pleas and plunges the knife into his stomach with a twist before jerking it out quickly, done in the exact same way that it had happened during session 4. He chokes on a breath and a sob as he clenches the area in pain. The expression on au!KO's face is still emotionless and expressionless, alongside the other KOs in the room, watching him. They don't move, and instead, narrow their eyes, silent.

Blood covers his hands as he holds them against his stomach, sobbing. au!KO quickly raises the knife above KO and plunges it into his back with a loud sound of the knife slicing through echoing across the room. He pulls the knife back out quickly and then stabs KO in the back of the head with a sickening crunch. The room once again stays silent, watching KO as he falls to the floor after au!KO pulls the knife out.

He chokes on a sob and calls for help, but nobody dares to move even an inch. His cries echo across the room as if he was the only one there. (he might as well be, right?)

Blood pools onto the carpet beneath him, and au!KO watches, unmoving. Another person steps out from the crowd and approaches him, standing next to au!KO and looming over KO with the same position and expression. DK stares him down silently, watching KO as he bleeds out. The room is completely still as his cries of pain and desperation bounce off the walls. He calls out for help again, but nobody comes.

Once more, his sobs are the only thing that fill the room as the KOs watch. DK approaches KO after a moment and walks behind him, and his movements, just like everyone else's, were uncannily fluid. Something on the other side of the room forms, somewhat resembling a large freezer door with a giant glass window, as DK grabs his ankle with a loud crunch and starts dragging him towards it. This time, the KOs slowly follow him all in unison as he's dragged across the floor, a trail of blood following (edgy stands up during this time, as well).

He cries and desperately to get out of DK's grasp, but he doesn't budge. His pleas become more desperate and tears stream down his face. Nobody seems to care.

The door opens up and smacks against the wall with a thud, and DK throws him inside what is clearly a freezer. KO cries out as he lands inside, and the door slams shut with a click. He sobs and tries to pull open the door to the best of his ability, to no avail, and the freezer starts shrinking around him, leaving nothing but a tiny, cramped space.

A line now stands in front of the door, all of the KOs peering inside with expressionless stares. Blood oozes out of the wounds on his body, and the cold wind from the freezer blows against him. He whimpers and whines and sobs and tries to get out, but the door doesn't budge.

Coughs mix in with his sobs as he desperately tries to pry the door open. The temperature in the freezer slowly starts to drop, and he shivers from the cold. Pl -- please,, s,, hh... h -- help. He pleads, his voice shaky weak, but nobody on the other side moves.

A few minutes pass, and the temperature gradually continues to lower. KO's desperate pleas continue and he weakly tries to get the door open. Small ice crystals start to form on the open wounds and he whimpers in pain. His sobbing morphs into mere whimpers and quiet cries, and his voice breaks. I'm sorry,,, The tone of his voice is pained and scared and genuine. Pl,, please I d,, I don't,,, I don't want to die,,,

The KOs' gaze remains locked onto him as he hugs himself, crying quietly. It was cold, and it kept getting colder. His pleas are reduced to mere whimpers and whines and his movements start to slow. More ice crystals form over the wounds, and his skin, which was very red by now, starts to pick up a grayish tone to it. Still, nobody moves to help, and they stand there, leaning in to get a better view of him inside the freezer in union.

A few more minutes pass, and his breathing is shaky and weak. A strange sense of warmth washes over him and a small smile creeps onto his face. He's shaking and crying and hugging himself, still quietly begging for someone, anyone, to help him. Nobody moves, and he curls into himself. It's so cold.

He takes a weak, shaky breath, his arms still wrapped around himself in a hug. His eyes droop, and the small smile remains as the strange feeling of warmth overcomes him. I,, it's... wmm,,, w,, war,..m... He's shaking and shivering, and his tone is... probably heartbreaking (it would definitely be to his mom, anyway); weak and shaky and quiet, almost like a whimper. The KOs outside continue to watch.

His breathing slows and a feeling of relaxation washes over him as his body eventually falls to the bottom of the freezer, limp and unmoving. No more crying or shaking, or whimpering or begging for help. Just stillness and silence; lifeless. For a long moment, that's all there is, and the KOs huddled outside stare. They don't move.

Suddenly, the KOs on the other side look away from the freezer with a blink. They turn to look at each other with smiles on their face.

A door forms underneath KO, and his body falls through. The screen goes black.

......

The style/formatting of this is a bit different but it wasn't written like any of my normal stories/one-shots, but rather with Tupper on the spot (in multiple different messages, of course)

Still hope you guys like it though! I was really proud of how (therapist) KO's fear turned out and I wanted to share it hjhdjdhd

[idiocymybeloved]

Dear Diary

A school DSMP au of Dream’s villain origin story

Characters: Dream, George, Wilbur, mentions of Sapnap and BBH

Ships: Dreamnotfound and Georgebur(romantic or platonic, depends how you take it)

TW: Implied D3@th and M#rd3r

Cross posted on Wattpad

Dear diary, 

Today was my first day back at school after a week-long suspension. Nothing out of the ordinary happened, a few kids laughed at me, I sat alone at lunch again, but at least I didn't take my temper out on anyone. Progress I suppose. 

However, this time, I didn't walk home alone. 

The new kid, the one who moved in next to me a few days ago, recognized me. He followed me home casually, he didn't seem to know anything about me or my issues. Fine by me. I invited him over to my treehouse on the old tree in the backyard. 

He loved it. I spent the afternoon with him. His name's George, and he and his family of 3 moved to this little dinky town from NYC. He's colourblind, has two cats, and loves dandelions. And I mean loves. 

George's really nice, he liked the treehouse. He liked the big old tree. He liked our small house. He liked me. 

I hope he comes over again tomorrow, I like having a friend up in the treehouse.

- - -

Dear diary, 

I failed my math test today, and my mom gave me a whole lecture about it. 

I was lucky George(who got an A+ may I add,) was willing to help me study. 

We had fun. We spent the day in my tree house again, eating snacks as he brought me through all the old material and new material too. He makes me laugh and taught me more than the stupid teacher every could, or would. 

He's not like anyone I met before, and he doesn't treat me like I'm a scary animal. 

He treats me like I'm a human.

A friend. 

I don't want that to ever end. 

- - -

Dear diary, 

Two weeks of talking with George and we're officially best friends. He follows me everywhere; to school, during classes, recess, back home, and only leaves if his mom forces him back. 

I like him.

- - -

Dear diary, 

A few girls walked past our table today. They pointed at me and started laughing. I felt my ears burn and my vision turn red. I was about to say something when George stood up for me, yelling at them to shut up. 

I can't believe someone would do that just for me. 

- - -

Dear diary, 

Hi, sitting in detention while writing this. 

I know, I've been trying to do better and control myself but those girls from yesterday started to pick on George when they found out about his colour blindness. 

He looked so ashamed, I couldn't help but get mad. 

I think I scared them enough, they shouldn't come to bother us anymore. 

- - -

Dear diary,

I'm angry again. George kept getting picked on. 

Is it because of me? Is everyone mad at him for befriending me? 

They think I'm insane, don't they?

Anyways, after school, I still had my lunch money because I didn't feel like eating so I bought George some cute little glasses from the convenience store. They didn't do anything, but they sure looked cool. 

George looked more confident in them. 

I felt proud. 

- - -

Dear diary, 

Detention once more. Woo. 

My old friend, Sapnap, stepped on the glasses I bought for George and I yelled at them, or 'went ballistic' as Mr. Halo said. 

I could care less about that, that's not the point. As I came out of detention, George was still there as usual, waiting for me to go to our treehouse together. 

But as I got closer... I realized he wasn't alone. 

George was laughing and chatting eagerly with a boy in our class called Wilbur. When he saw me, he obviously came running back to me, ready to go home. Wilbur raised an eyebrow at me, looking somewhat ticked. I just rolled my eyes at him. 

- - -

Dear diary, 

Something's up with this Wilbur character. He keeps following me and George. 

We sat together as always, but it felt like Wilbur was always there, cracking jokes to George. It made my ears burn again. Everytime I tried to speak, he dismissed me with a wave of his hand and kept talking to George. 

George's my best friend, not his. 

Who does he think he is?

- - -

Dear diary, 

I am so done with Wilbur. 

I just want some time alone with George, like it was when we first met.

But he keeps butting in, and of course George is eager to let him come along. I guess I should be happy that George made a new friend. 

Except for the fact that this new friend literally hates my guts. 

Wilbur ignores me, pushes past me and keeps glaring at me when I get George's attention at all. Like dude, chill out a little. 

My ears burn and my jaw works every time he does that. 

Just leave us alone...

- - -

Dear diary, 

Nothing's the same anymore. Or everything's the same again. 

George went to Wilbur's house today, without me. Me? I went to my treehouse and tried to do the math homework but I can't focus on anything without George now. 

I miss him so much...

George, you're my best friend... right?

- - -

Dear diary, 

George's not the same. 

He still goes with me after school, sure, but in school? It's always Wilbur. He follows him and his posse, and Wilbur talks to him all the time. What about me? Am I just cast away now? 

George... come back. 

- - -

Dear diary,

George's not coming back. 

I messed up. 

I'm sorry...

- - -

Dear diary, 

Please.. Just make it stop. 

I didn't mean to scare George the way I did. I didn't mean to yell at him. It was instinct, I was just getting a little annoyed that everything's about Wilbur. Your new best friend. 

Please... I'd do anything to go back to that one night. Because now, everytime I look at George, he's regarding me with fear, remorse, panic as he clings on to Wilbur who seems to hate me even more now. Everytime I look into his eyes, I see nothing but dark anger.

A look I know way too well. 

George I'm sorry... I'm sorry I hurt you.

- - -

Dear diary,

It's my treehouse. 

Mine. 

I don't need anyone else and I never did! It's MY treehouse, George can leave me alone and I don't care at all! Go have fun with Wilbur, I don't care. 

It'll just be me and MY treehouse again. 

Because this'll always be mine. My treehouse, and there's nothing you can do about that. 

It's mine. 

Not ours. 

Not anymore. 

- - -

Dear diary, 

Everything hurts...

My insides seem to burn, everytime I look at them. Everytime I look at George, I see all my mistakes, all the ways I hurt him. 

And that Wilbur... 

It's all his fault. I hate him so much. He caused all these problems, if it weren't for him, I'd be fine. Screw Wilbur. 

I wish I could just erase him off the face of the earth. 

- - 

Dear diary,

...what if I could? What if I could get rid of him? For good?

Would that fix everything?

- - - 

Dear diary, 

It's going to work.

- - -

Dear diary, 

Hi, I'm sorry I've been gone for 3 days. It's been... quite hectic. 

Wilbur is gone. 

Ha. My plan worked. 

I didn't realize the repercussions of it. 

I didn't realize George was in his house at the same time. 

And I most certainly didn't realize that it wasn't Wilbur who I originally killed. 

...I don't want to talk about it. 

- - -

Dear diary,

The newspaper, television, school gossip... all they can talk about is the sudden disappearance of him. 

All I hear and see 24/7, is him.

Just shut up, okay? I didn't mean to...

I'm scared diary.

What do I do? 

I just wanted George back...

- - - 

Dear diary,

WHY CAN'T EVERYONE LEAVE ME ALONE?

CAN THEY ALL JUST SHUT UP! I'M SORRY, OK? JUST LEAVE ME BE I DON'T NEED ANYONE AND I DON'T WANT THEM TO BE HERE! 

MOTHER, TEACHERS, PEERS, THEY ALL ARE WORRIED FOR ME! IF YOU'RE WORRIED, JUST LET ME BE. 

- - -

Dear diary,

Mother's gone. 

I've been sitting in the treehouse for the past hours. I shed no tears for her. 

I definitely shed more tears for George. 

I still imagine him hugging me as I fall asleep in my treehouse. 

- - -

Dear diary, 

Now what? 

I can't go back to school.

And this new craving inside of me... it's driving me insane. 

What if I ran away? Would anyone care?

- - -

Dear diary, 

I thought about it more. I need to leave with a bang.

- - - 

Dear diary, 

The deed is done. 

Thanks for being there with me through it all diary. 

But I'm not coming back. 

Don't worry, soon you'll hear about me as the ruler of the world. 

I'll be back. 

Signed, 

Dream. 

[storyglory]

Content: Short story about Romano /Rémus and Denial. Can be seen as a Sanders Sides Alternative Universe

TW:

mention of d3@th.

s*!c!d3

'good' Remus/Rémus

disclaimer: The story is inspired by the headmates of @mind-ravens ( @the-royal-prince / @thebuttslicer / @the-lord-of-denial ) Story can be seen as Sanders Sides AU, tagging and seeing it and spreading it that way is perfectly fine. But since it is inspired to actual events from headspace do not romantize it. Please 🔄&❤️ but do not copy/repost on your own socials. If you want to know more about the actual story @the-royal-prince or send an ask here

Short Story: REUNITING & GRIEVE

Panting pain is pushing on his chest as he makes his final pose in the arena. His left arm lifted in the air, holding his silver sword up high, while his right foot is resting on the dead corpse underneath him.

A voice calls across the arena "The Royal Prince won from Tennice Rogue and has once again proved he is the NUMBER 1 of the battlefield in one-to-one combat!"

A grin appears on Romano's face. Validation of his powers has been justified. He lowers his sword with a swirl and places it back in the case which is clipped on his belt. It feels good to be the best.

Princely walks Romano to the gates of the arena and waits till they open, but they aren't opening.

"..." Romano sighs "Denial, open them. I won!" but he doesn't receive a response from the other side. Which is on one side surprising but on the other hand, could the snakely lord hear him at all?

Suddenly the gates at the other side of the stadium open and someone gets pushed through. "You can't force me to kill my brother!!" the voice yells out at the people of the gates "Janus, I mean it!" the man adds.

Romano stands frozen, a wave of cold embraces him. "Rémus..." he whispers in fear. Slowly he turns around and sees his twin brother in white with green battleclothing, standing in front of him at the other side of the arena.

Rémus stares back, taking out his dagger from his belt and directs it to himself.

"Rémus! No!" Romano screams running to his brother.

"I'd do anything for you, brother. I vowed. You deserve to live more than I do." Rémus says as he impales himself with the dagger in his own heart. Collapsing onto the ground.

"RÉMUS!" Romano screams. Crashing down onto his knees besides his brother, squeezing the wound on his chest to stop the bleeding but it is already too late.

The voice starts echoing through the arena "Rémus The Butt Slicer gave up. The Royal Prince won!"

The words echo through Romano's head Rémus gave up, that are not the words he deserved, this is no win, this is a loss.

Romano knew he had to die instead of Ré. "Idiot" hisses through Romano's lips with a low growl.

The lights in the arena deafen and several guards drag Romano by the arms away from the dead corpse that once was his brother.

[aintan0driscollnomore]

my new oc Agere (his name is act in latin i love him <333)

small description!! TW: small mention of murd3r and d3@th!!!

Agere was once a small clown who worked for a fair, but soon after an....inconvenience, ("IT WASN'T ME!!! IT WAS...IT WAS A THING. TAKING OVER MY MIND!!!" —Agere after he was interviewed) he was fired and was not allowed on fair grounds again.

Soon after he was fired, something took over his mind, and he slowly went insane and deranged from it. He started murdering...and murdering. Soon his mask changed to the infamous blue 'sad' mask, and now it changes depending how be feels. he never shows his face, but only shows his victims before they die.

[cj-the-himbo]

TW: mention of d3pr3ssi0n, d3@th, m3ds, and dr*nkeness

——————

ok i know this fandom loves 💫angsty💫 headcanons for roman on creative block, like he gets depressed, or the others get really scared and think he’s dead or whatever…

…but i’d like to think he just gets really loopy and drunk and if he tries to conjure anything he just throws a little bit of glitter on the floor and logan gets mad cause he has to clean it up

this also applies to virgil on anxiety meds, minus the glitter