#acrophobia mention tw

[rachelhargrovearchived]

character: Maximiliano Cortez @max-cortez

location: Hot Air Balloon Ride; Frederick's Farm

She found her head up in clouds in a metaphorical sense even though ironically enough her corporeal being was also up in the clouds. Rachel had found herself up here around a year ago now. It wasn't this same hot air balloon at least but she found herself a lot quieter than she tended to be with Max and blinked over towards him, realizing he was looking at her almost expectantly. "I'm sorry...did you say something? I think the sound of the fire just was too loud." She spoke apologetically, wishing that her problem was just that she was afraid of heights. It would be a much more sensible reason as to why she felt fear in her throat and her heart pounding. When she shared that she would love to go up in the sky, she had felt an inkling that it might bring up some of those feelings again, but Rachel thought that maybe going back up would be a healthy way to find some more closure. She looked back over towards Max and smiled, taking a hold of his hand and giving it a small squeeze. "I told you about what happened last year at this festival, right?" Rachel felt like they were up here already, she might as well share it all with Max. He had shown her nothing but kindness and understanding.

[inevitablemoment]

My "Back to The Future: The Musical" Experience

Okay, my friends. It finally happened... I saw Back to the Future: The Musical live and in person!

So, it wasn't stopping in my state, so we went to Cleveland to see it at the KeyBank Theater in Playhouse Square (it's like a coalition of theaters in one place-- there's even a walkway connecting them, which was helpful during this heatwave).

Our seats were originally in the balcony, but (I don't know if I've shared this before) I have a deathly fear of heights.

The first time that I sat in a balcony was at a performance of Phantom the Opera on Broadway. The Majestic is a very old theater, so the steps were very steep, and we were very high up. I was on the verge on a panic attack, and my parents calmed me down, reminding me that we were about to see the show. The next day, we saw Anastasia at the Broadhurst, also in the balcony, and I was a lot calmer. When we saw the tour of the Miss Saigon revival in Cincinnati, we sat in loge (the first eight rows of the balcony) and I wasn't as anxious as I was in New York, but I felt a little nauseous throughout the show. The last show before this one was Hadestown in New York the spring before the last. The rows in front of us were at my feet instead of my knees, so I felt more exposed, but we were closer to the exit, and once the show started, I was fine.

But this time, I just couldn't do it. I tried talking with my parents about random stuff, focusing on the set, but the latter just made me feel worse. My chest was getting that tight feeling, and I felt like I was going to throw up. The way that our seats were was that my dad was in the row in front of us and we were behind him, and my mom's seat was close to a railing. She told me that if no one sat in the seats next to me, I could probably take them. Then two guys came in, and one of them sat in the chair that I was using as a security grip. I figured that I could sit in one of the seats in my dad's row if no one sat there, and then these ladies came in and filled up the rest of the row.

Just as the show started, I felt like I couldn't breathe and I had to get out of there. My dad followed and tried to calm me down. I wanted to see this show-- I've been hoping to see it for the past four years-- but I couldn't stay up in that balcony. I saw one of the ushers coming, and I told her about my situation. She told the house manager, and he was able to find us three empty seats in the way back, a row ahead from where the ushers would sit for the show.

Now, onto the show-- spoilers under the cut and that kind of shit.

So, my almost-panic attack flared up just as the show was starting, so I'm sorry to say that I don't have much to say about the opening.

But I did love the screen projections showing the audience traveling from that date in Cleveland to 1985 in Hill Valley.

The audience erupted in applause when Marty entered (just as I was making my way down those steep steps). Even if I was upset, I loved the energy from this audience. As a theater kid, one of the things that can get me down is when the audience isn't as into the show as you are, so knowing that this audience was already so excited made me so happy.

One thing that I could hear while the manager was looking for ground-level seats was that "Only A Matter Of Time" contained the same melody as the film's iconic theme, and I geeked out. Something that I've picked up since I became interested in musical theater was noticing recurring themes in songs, and I just loved this.

I saw Caden Brauch as Marty, and he sounds so much like MJF. Not as much as Olly Dobson, but quite a vocal resemblance.

Now, let's get to "Wherever We're Going."

I'm such a hardcore Parkfly shipper and I've already listened to that song about a hundred times before (I wanted to keep the rest of the soundtrack as a surprise).

It's like Glen Ballard took every thought that I've had about them and was able to make it into the most perfect song.

Caden and Jennifer's actress, Kiara Lee, had great chemistry that reached all the way to the back of the theater, and the way that their voices melded together was... transcendent (can these two be the next Orpheus and Eurydice in Hadestown, please?).

I loved the energy of the actress playing the Save The Clock Tower lady; it helped me see how this was pretty much canvassing before the days of Greenpeace.

Moving onto the next scene, George's actor, Burke Swanson, was amazing. He got the voice and the mannerisms down pat.

Biff, played by Ethan Rogers, was such a sleazy asshole.

"Hello, Is Anybody Home?" did a great job of portraying the dysfunctional nature of the McFly family in this timeline, but how they're dysfunctional in a sad way.

Doc's actor, Don Stephenson, was incredible. You could tell that he was taking inspiration from Christopher Lloyd, but he definitely made the role his own. Though, I will say that I caught a bit of another certain Christopher Lloyd character (Jim Ignatowksi) in his portrayal.

"Doc, who are the girls?" "I don't know-- they just show up whenever I start singing!" Queuing up essay on how the musical adaptation is just a timeline where Poky has infected Hill Valley with the Apotheosis...

I was a little skeptical about the added detail of the DeLorean being voice-activated, but it did give us a couple of the funniest scenes in the show.

The whole thing with the Peabody farm had to be eliminated from the libretto, so we lost the Twin Pine/Lone Pine bit.

"Cake" was a song built on irony, and it is glorious because of it.

We also lost the "Tab and Pepsi Free" bit, too.

The sudden shift into "Got No Future (Reprise)" was jarring in such a funny way; it honestly gave me some Team StarKid vibes.

"Gotta Start Somewhere" is probably one of the best new songs written for the show. Cartreze Tucker, who doubled as Goldie and Marvin Berry, stole the show in every scene that he was in.

I love "My Myopia."

It establishes just how down bad George was for Lorraine long before they were supposed to meet.

Lorraine's actress, Zan Berube, perfectly nailed the "horny but repressed Catholic girl with an idealized view of romantic relationships" vibe that I get from teenaged Lorraine.

And I love how they kept the detail about her mother being pregnant again.

When they were doing the "Scottish hamburger" bit, I didn't get it until Doc said "McDonald's." Then it was hilarious.

People were already laughing before the punchline of the Ronald Reagan joke, and I loved it.

Doc repeating "A bolt of lightning" with the same inflection sent me.

That brief interaction between Doc and Strickland made me laugh so much that I almost missed the beginning of the next scene. Makes me wonder if the game's canon applies to the musical 'verse.

"She's a goddess." Oh, George, I knew you were down bad for her. The original SIMP.

My heart goes wild whenever I watch the "I'm your density" scene in the film, and the musical recaptured that feeling perfectly.

I had mixed feelings about combining the school scene and the chase scene, but considering theatrical logistics, I think that they melded it together very well.

Strickland hiding in a locker to smoke was hilarious and a nice nod to Part II.

The Star Wars shoutout came out of nowhere, but it was a good laugh.

My only complaint about the Act 1 finale was that it didn't involve Biff being covered in manure. Cafeteria garbage just doesn't as cathartic a feeling as cow shit.

I'm sorry to say this, but "21st Century" was probably a song that they could've done without, but the joke about 2020 was funny.

I need to do a full ranking of the songs, but "Put Your Mind To It" is one of my top favorites.

But "For The Dreamers" is definitely up high. It actually moved me to almost tears, and I had already been crying because I wanted to get down from the balcony.

I loved the bit with the model of the town, and the addition of Marty complimenting Doc on it.

"Only A Matter Of Time (Reprise)," you have my heart. The longing, the melancholia...

I can tell you that the audience ERUPTED into applause when George punched Biff, and when George and Lorraine kissed. I loved this audience so much.

"Johnny B. Goode" was just as epic as it is in the film. That's all that I have to say.

I find it so painfully ironic that while a fictional character was able to overcome his fear of heights, I couldn't.

And going back to the voice-activated DeLorean, I loved that Marty tried to do an impression of Doc to get around the commands.

Caden Brauch's acting when Marty thought that he had failed to save Doc and then the relief of Doc being alive... I hope this boy transfers to the Broadway production soon because he deserves it.

And the reunion with Jennifer... <3

MY BOY'S PERFORMING!!!!!!!

The flying DeLorean... THE HELICOPTER FROM MISS SAIGON CAN SUCK IT!

I got pretty excited when Marty and Doc were waving at the audience.

During the curtain call, people were beginning to leave even though there was still another number left.

"Back In Time" was just so much fun; it really hit home how this musical celebrates the film and the fans.

Now, away from initial reactions -- the special effects were jaw-dropping, the performances were stellar, the sets, costumes, and choreography were to die for, the music was, in the words of Corey Dorris, "fuckin' transcendent."

My one complaint, though, is how loud it was. Rock concert loud. I felt my purse vibrating and I was afraid that I had forgotten to turn off my phone-- it was just from the sound.

The storm sequence kinda comes off as a shock-- there's about a minute of dead silence before the sound effects kicks in. And it is LOUD.

If you're going to see this show and you're sensitive to loud noises, definitely bring headphones. I brought mine anyway, but I had theme on for the whole show instead of acclimatizing to the noise like I usually do.

Also, considering how well I know the plot of the movie, this show seemed incredibly fast-paced.

All in all, this was one of the best musicals that I have ever seen. It is already a favorite of mine, and I am now planning on convincing my parents into letting us see it when it stops in Durham, NC next year.

So, BTTF is a now a musical, Bright Lights Big City is a musical, Family Ties has a straight play that canonizes Ellex... if we continue the trend of Michael J. Fox properties be adapted for the stage, I hope The Frighteners is next. Just imagine what that would be like!

[wearealive]

mvnces asked: 067. on the rooftop of a perilously tall building . - rian to markus

legs dangle over the side of a railing, over 600 feet between him and the ground. eyes are focused downward. the few cars that are out this time of night look so tiny. it puts into perspective just how big the city was.

he doesn't flinch when he hears the rooftop door slam behind him. probably north. ❝ hey— i just kinda wanna be alone right now. ❞ markus keeps his gaze focused downward, fingers curling around the rail. ❝ i'm not gonna jump. if that's what you're thinking. ❞ it's the truth... he thinks. it wasn't why he came up here, but he'd be lying if he said it hadn't crossed his mind. he finally turns around, surprised (and somewhat relieved) to see who was behind him.

[project-sekai-facts]

Do any characters have a specific fear of something? Like I think we all know that tsukasa fears bugs. But are there like different characters that find things disgusting or fear somethings (sorry if this make absolutely no sense)

There's a few yeah

Toya has acrophobia (fear of heights), which was caused by him thinking too hard about what would happen if he fell from a height (this is also brought up in a cut area conversation that accidentally made it to the TW server). It's so bad he can't walk over bridges.

Akito has cynophobia (fear of dogs) due to being bitten by one when he was a kid. Rise as ONE! revolves around this and has him get slightly better around dogs (not fully over it, but he warms up to the dog he's left in charge of in the story). Ena isn't that fond of dogs either.

An has phasmophobia (fear of ghosts), and is also generally scared of anything considered "scary", like the haunted house in the Wolf Forest event.

Ena and Kanade also have phasmophobia, shown in the Secret Distance event. Kanade also doesn't seem fond of the horror genre, like An.

Honami seems to be as well, she's really scared of the haunted house in her Welcome to the Nightmare card story. Saki was too, but Honami was scared before even going in.

Ichika has veloxrotaphobia (fear of roller coasters). It's not mentioned if this comes from a dislike of heights or speed, and she also is scared of any thrill ride in general. Minori doesn't like rollercoasters either.

Nene doesn't like bugs either, but it's nowhere near as pronounced as Tsukasa's entomophobia and might be more of a general dislike than a fear. An doesn't like bugs either.

[str8rat]

In Stars And Time Fear and Hunger AU

Today, we've got THREE CHARACTER SHEETS!!!

TW!! i'm actually not sure LOL UHHH mentions of anxiety?? mentions of grief?? mentions of Erotophobia ( fear of sex and genitals, but nothing graphic dw, a mere mention and explanation ) but yeah if you are any familiar with fear and hunger, i think nothing can really surprise you ._.

MIRABELLE!!! MY GIRL!!!

love how her hair turned out here :D

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Mirabelle; Atychiphobia ( fear of failure )

Effects; Severe Anxiety

Info;

The Blessed Housemaiden of House of Dormont. Immune to the Curse of Time Freezing. Unfortunately, the public is not as fond of her as one may assume, with her being the Savior of Vaugarde. The public puts immense ammounts of pressure on her, even antagonizing her venomously, claiming that she is not trying hard enough, fast enough to get to the King, as the party ventures through the country.

Mirabelle is at constant brink of an anxiety attack, especially while she is around strangers, causing her to develop a light stutter, that gets worse when she is in a stressful situation. While alone with her party, she becomes a lot more open and calmer, so grateful for everyone's support and being there for her. She picked up the breathing exercise from Siffrin, and uses it regularely. She also cannot forgive herself for Isabeau's sacrifice for her, still having horrible dreams about that day.

Other than her phobia of failing to free her country from the King's grasp, she also shows signs of Erotophobia, which is a fear of genitals and sex. Sometimes, Housemaidens weren't seen as just maidens of the House, but also, prostitutes, earning on the side. Being associated with such an oppinion from her youngest years - ever since becoming a Housemaiden, really - she refuses to ever indulge in any of those gross activities.

Also, the constant use of healing craft puts immense toll on her body, causing her to be get craft-exhausted for short periods of time. If she happens to overuse healing craft, it may cause her to nosebleed, cough up blood, inability to use crafts or even loss of consciousness. Overall, Mirabelle does not have it easy.

MOMMY i mean what

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Odile; Acrophobia ( fear of heights )

Effects; Fragile ( she old )

Info;

An Outlander from Ka Bue, a country from across the ocean. Researcher of.. something. Due to being an old lady, Odile has a much more fragile body, making up with her powerful craft skills and knowledge. During battles, her first turn always consists of Analyzing an enemy, in order to work out a tactic against it. She is scared of heights, and that is commonly known throughout the party, being the one thing that they can genuinely get back at her for relentlessly teasing them at times.

She is also subconsciously considered a mother figure of the party. She had seen many, many messed up things throughout her own travels, as well as after joining the others. Because of that, she may have became a bit numb towards violence and overall gruesome displays, which in turn sometimes greatly disturbs the rest of her companions. Still, Odile remains highly protective towards them, especially Bonnie, sternly forbidding them from joining in on actual battles, and instead staying in the back and sometimes helping out with tonics.

The things she wouldn't do in order to keep those she deems dear to her safe. One could easily underestemite her for being just an old lady with a love for books and learning more about the world around her, when in reality, she is ruthless towards those that dare to land a hand on her family.

MOMMY RULES

poor bonnie ;w; give them pinapple and headpats

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Bonnie; Atelophobia ( fear of being useless )

Effects; Traumatized, Emotionally unstable

Info;

A pre-teen from the Vaugardian village Bambouche. Bonnie is severely traumatized, their young brain quickly folding under the cruelty and unfairness of this world, and always strives to impress those around them. Their entire village have been frozen in time, the curse swallowing everyone they knew, alongside their older sister Petronille. The only thing they've got left is their hat, oversized, damaged, and yet, very important to them, because it belonged to their sister.

Overcome by anger and grief, they made the impulsive decision to go through the country all on their own, wanting to face The King by themselves. Of course, they were too weak for that, being just a child, and as their exhaustion caught up with them after days of traveling on their own and desperately avoiding Sadnesses, they were eventually forced into a fight with one. It would've killed them, if it wasn't for Siffrin, which noticed them and saved them just in time.

Bonnie feels immense guilt at the sacrifice of Siffrin's eye for their life, and distances themselves from the situation. And even though their childish nature still shines through their numb shell, they will never forgive themself for having another person lose their eye for them. They try to make up the fact of them being utterly useless in combat, with the fact that they can cook very well. They're trying their hardest.

They are also incredibly clumsy, especially when stressed- leading them to getting hurt often, resulting in countless band-aids and bandages on their body. One particularely nasty occurance was that they accidentally knocked a pan off of the stove, causing oil burns across their left arm, left wrist, and chest. They are also emotionally unstable, and consider acting angry to be "strong," and "adult-like," so that's exactly how they act like most of the time, especially towards Siffrin. As time goes on though, they warm up more and more towards the members of the party. And now that their home, their friends, their family is gone- they eventually start considerring the rest of their party as family- even though they won't admit it.

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YAY I actually speedran drawing THREE CHARACTERS!!! We already had Siffrin, we had Isabeau, now we have Mirabelle, Odile and Bonnie! Who's the last one? :0

The Universe's Favorite Cosmic Joke, of course! Look forward to that tomorrow, alongside some more doodles regarding the AU probably :D

( also, to the bozo relentlessly spamming my inbox, pls do keep harrassing me. it's funny )

[creative-caramel-coffee]

Ch 2 Acrophobia: Fear of heights.

Acrophobia: Fear of heights.

Pairings: Wandanat x R

Word count: 1.9K

Summary: The helicarrier is too high for your linking and you refuse to go on deck. Steve drags you out onto the deck for a mission and you cry and nat hurries to take you back inside knowing your fear.

TW: dry heaving, panic attack, flashback, hyperventilating, fainting, past trauma (mentioned), themes of isolation, themes of fear, Steve being oblivious(haha), HYDRA (yep it’s a TW),

A/n TIMELINE DOESN’T MATCH CANON COMPLIMENT CUZ WANDAS ON THE HELICARRIER

Normally it was fine. You could simply pretend it was fine at least. You stayed below deck. Never going up there. The whole base never went too high that you couldn’t see the ground, so it was usually fine. Except now it wasn’t. Of course, it wasn’t.

Fury had decided that instead of dealing with the storm like a normal person would. He had ordered the whole Helicarrier to go above the clouds. Which in your opinion was the stupidest thing he had ever done. It was a death sentence. Now you actively refused to leave your room. Fear was the main reason. Heights were never your thing. Not since you were a kid. Of course, HYDRA tried everything to beat it out of you, a solider that can't do heights wasn’t a solider at all was what you were told. Growing up in hydra was hard. Learning to trust was harder. The only one you trusted was Natasha. But she was either too busy to notice the problem or simply didn’t care. You hoped it was the first. Nobody else knew. Hydra had instilled a deep fear of inadequacy. That if the team or the director found out you would simply be kicked off the team. That was what you feared. Losing your new family like you had lost your old one kept yoi awake at night. Long long into the night.

You had been lounging on your bed when a voice came over the system.

“Avengers report to the deck. Agent Romanoff, Stark, Rogers, Banner, Barton, Maximoff and L/n.” The voice said and you knew you were screwed. Sure, they hadn’t noticed your absence over the last few days, and you could survive off the food you had stashed in your room for emergencies. But you had all the windows covered in your room, there was no evidence you were even in the sky at all. And you liked it that way. Anything else and you may end up a panicked mess on the floor. You sucked a deep breath knowing if you didn’t go, they would come after you. Part of you wanted to stay, hope they send nat and then fake an illness or something. The fear of the team ridiculing and shunning you was too much. You knew you simply had to suck it up but that was easier said than done. Slipping on your boots you tried to steady your shaking hands. Hydras attempts seemed to only reinforce your fears. Throwing you out a plane isn’t exactly proven exposure therapy but that had tried regardless.

Shaking the memory from your mind you placed you trembling hand on the doorknob. The safety of your room seemed too good to leave. Feeling your breathing pick up you closed your eyes and steadied it. In a moment of fleeting courage, you opened the door quickly. You had barely stepped a half foot out the door before you peered into the hall, seeing the big window leading to nothing but clouds and blue sky you slammed the door shut. Screw the meeting. You thought. You pressed your back to the door and held your head in your hands pulling your knees to to your chest and rocking slightly to give yourself s rhythm to steady your breathing too. After around fifteen minutes you were breathing normally when a knock sounded on the door. Three short raps. In a moment of panic, you called out.

“Im sick leave me alone.” It was a pathetic excuse, but it was all you could think of with your mind spinning at the idea of having to go back out there. Feeling the door move you scrambled away from it until your back was pressed against the bed as it swung open. Steve stood there looking unimpressed.

“Firstly, why are you on the floor and second you don’t look sick. We need you on deck L/n. You can’t simply avoid doing work forever.” He said his arms folded. He was clearly frustrated and had mistaken your fear for laziness. Before you could open your mouth, he seemed to have had enough. Grabbing your wrist, you struggled in his hold as he began dragging you into the hall. You slammed your eyes shut breathing and chest feeling tight and restricted. You pulled away in his grip, but his super strength was having none of it. Tears began to fall down your cheeks, but he hadn’t once looked back at you simply dragging you through the halls head held high. Many agents shot you odd looks but held their tongues knowing the repercussions for insulting a higher-ranking agent. Fury didn’t like bullies as much as Steve, which seemed rather ironic right now. You went limp your feet going on autopilot from years of conditioning to follow him. Often you were dragged by shackles, but a wrist wasn’t uncommon either. Hydra played over in your mind. Steve morphing between your shield college and a hydra agent, the one with cruel eyes and a tight-lipped smile. His hair flickered between black and blonde, and your eyes closed again out of fear. Fear it had all been a dream. Fear you had never left. You choked back sobs. Each sob was a punishment. And from what you could tell this was already heading south fast.

By the time Steve pulled you onto the deck you were dizzy from the lack of oxygen, your surroundings spinning. Nat was there and you prayed she would save you. The hydra agent was gone now, it was just Steve. But your fears were only getting worse. At least in the flashback you couldn’t see just how high the Helicarrier was. The railings seemed too small. Useless. Your stomach was doing flips from both the fear and the dizziness. Your head was spinning, and you felt lightheaded.

You missed Wanda elbowing Natasha in the ribs, her powers picking up on your distress and loud thoughts. Nat looked over at the younger redhead and Wanda nodded her head to you. Nat was quickly spurred into action. She rushed over and detangled you from Steve’s grip. Fairly harshly. She was mad at his lack of care or concern towards your current situation.

She scooped you into her arms and made quick work of hurrying back to the lower decks. You whined buried your face in the crook of her neck, tears streaming onto her uniform. She rubbed her hand up and down your arm as you saw her mouth moving but couldn’t decipher the words.

“Breathe Y/n. You need to breathe sweetheart. Your safe love. Your safe here.” She repeated over and over exceedingly worried at how short and sharp your breathing was.

After a moment you screwed your eyes up and leaned away from nat to dry heave. She slowed her movements, so she didn’t jostle you as much. Luckily you hadn’t had any real food in days after being holed up in your room. You hadn’t even noticed Wanda had followed you until you felt the rumble of Nat’s chest as she spoke to the witch before the cool tingly feeling of the red magic wrapped around your mind and your vision dipped as she knocked you out. Or at least you had thought she did. However, after she had been given the go ahead from Nat, she tried to help calm you down. Yet despite her magic not being a good idea, if you kept hyperventilating you were going to pass out and they wanted to avoid that. It was rare for you to panic this badly, but the flashback and fear had triggered you something awful.

And despite Wanda’s best efforts you passed out in Natasha’s arms. Nat slowed and adjusted her grip to support you head more to stop it lolling around. She swore softly as she and Wanda hurried you back to your room. Wanda stopped in the doorway as she saw the food plates and messy room.

“So, this is why she hasn’t been around. She hasn’t left her room” Wanda said slowly as Nat carefully set you down on the rumpled sheets.

“Yeah, I was too stupid to notice. She trusted me. She trusted Steve and we both failed her” Nat said shaking her head.

“Nat you know it's not your fault. Don’t beat yourself up.” Wanda said.

“I know but i still feel like we let her down.” She said huffing a sigh.

“Right now, we just need to look after her. Nobody is to blame. Expect maybe Steve because he’s a bit oblivious.” She said shrugging and nat gave a forced sounding laugh as the guilt continued to gnaw at her stomach. You had looked so helpless and afraid in her arms. She had only ever really seen that a couple times before. After or during the flashbacks she knew you had or when they had first rescued you from hydra. She had sworn each time she would protect you and now she felt like she had failed.

She moved over and pulled herself onto you bed, gently guiding your head into her lap. You screwed your eyes up and she gently tapped your cheek to rouse you. Wanda sat to your left watching with kind eyes.

“Hey baby girl. It’s ok.” Nat said and you squeezed her hand. Even half-awake with a pounding headache you could read Nat like no other.

“It's not your fault.” You said and Nat smiled softly.

“Don’t worry about that right now love, just take some deep breathes for me. Do you need your weighted blanket love?” She asked.

“N-no. Just…” you trailed off.

“What is it? You know I’ll get you anything you need.” Nat said softly as she patted your knee with an equally gentle and tender touch.

“C-can you lay with me. Just for a bit?”

“We’ll stay with you as long as you need y/n/n” Wanda said, and the two girls curled around you as you grounded yourself on their touch. Everything would be ok.

“Im fine. Steve…”

“Steve what baby?” Wanda asked gently.

“Steve just… he triggered a flashback when he grabbed m-me, and I was already afraid from being up this high. It just… it brought a lot back that I don’t want to r-remember.” You said exhaling as shaky breath. Nat squeezed you tightly in a hug.

“I’ll kill him.” She joked and you laughed quietly.

“No. All I need I have right her on this bed.” You said softly and the two women beamed at you. Feeling the tips of your ears heat with an undeniable blush you buried your face in your pillow as the two women cooed at you.

“Just hug me dammit.” You said and they complied. Maybe this is what you had been needing for those past few days. But now they were here everything was feeling a little more manageable.

MASTERLIST

[strong-with-the-sarcasm]

Part 21: all the ashes in my way

"But my peace has always depended on all the ashes in my way." -Arsonist's Lullabye by Hozier

Regent Masterlist Part 20 A03 Mundane Macabre (Main) TW: mention of infertility

September finally came to a close without much fanfare. The month had seen the very world rocked and many people were still left reeling from the implication that they had very nearly had a war with the Infinite Realms to contend with. Gothamites were eager to get October over with, thanks to the Rogues deciding Halloween was the perfect time to launch an assault against the city. 

However, with the new found peace established between the aforementioned Realms and the mortal world, with the encouragement of the Phantom vigilante (a self-proclaimed ghost who haunts the Ridge), Gothamites cautiously prepared for Samhain celebrations instead. 

It was a big deal to Phantom. 

Outside of his vigilantism, Danny Nightingale was doing well in school, test scores and grades soaring through the roof. An almost visible weight had been lifted from his shoulders with the abolishment of the Anti-Ecto Acts. He even began to hang out with the youngest Wayne, Damian, outside of school to the surprise of many. 

The Waynes and Nightingales were becoming closer by the day with Jasmine and Jason’s relationship status revealed and all the cards laid out on the table between all involved. 

Jasmine and Dick Grayson bonded over their shared Eldest Daughter Syndrome, while Jazz and Steph bonded over villainous parents. Add Cass to the mix, the three women got along like a house on fire.

(The three enjoyed their girl time, bonding over clothes, movies and the occasional beat down.) 

(The two loved to tease Jazz about Jason.) 

With the two lovebirds (a Nightingale and a Robin), their relationship had changed dramatically…though only a few knew why.

There was something wrong with her body and for the life of her, Jazz could not figure out what it was. 

She’d been nauseous lately, especially when she was a good distance from the ground. Typically, one might chalk it up to a fear of heights, but Jazz had never ever suffered from acrophobia. Perhaps the altitude adjustment? That didn’t make sense either because she’d been a vigilante for months and had no physical reactions to sudden elevation change. She’d even thrown up a couple times on patrol. 

It also didn’t explain why her breasts were tender and aching. Her armor was lightweight enough that it wasn’t causing undue pressure, but the preternatural metal remained uncomfortable no matter what she tried. 

And her head was killing her. 

She’d refused to take patrol of regardless of her ailment, whatever it was. Her little brother could tell she wasn’t feeling well and had tried his best to get her to go home early even though Jazz refused. 

Her gut instincts were trying to warn her, to be hyper vigilant in her defense of the Ridge. There was something coming and Jazz did not want to be caught unprepared. 

However, it was during a semi-weekly girls night with Cass and Steph that Jazz’s life was sent careening off course into the wide blue yonder. 

The three women were hanging out in Jazz’s new apartment, a cozy place with three bedrooms that she shared with Jason and Danny, and we’re settling in to watch a movie that’d just been released on dvd (Eat Pray Love). Steph had spared Jazz a confused look at her odd mixture of popcorn and ice cream, but didn’t say anything. 

They’d barely started the movie, the warnings of anti-piracy ignored (gothamites) when Steph exclaimed, “oh!” 

Cass was quick to pause the movie while Jazz choked on a mouthful of sweet and salty goodness. 

(Sweet Cass merely patted her on the back.) 

“You’re pregnant aren’t you?” 

(Jazz had just gotten her airway cleared too.) 

Naturally, they had to wait for Jazz to recover from her choking fit and inhale almost an entire bottle of water before she was deemed fit enough to answer Stephanie’s question. 

“No, I’m not pregnant!” Jazz retorted, though the thought of-

baby?

 -Kept ping-ponging around in her head like a cracked jar of marbles. 

She couldn’t be pregnant.

“You and Jason have slept together right?” Steph questioned, a particular gleam in her eye that Cass copied almost immediately. 

“Baby?” The ballerina added in her blunt way of speaking. There was almost a palpable sense of excitement in the air now. 

And yes, Jazz and Jason did have sex, almost nightly if she was honest… but she couldn’t have children thanks to her ecto-contamination. 

(That day had been one of the most heartbreaking times of her life, being told she had no chance of being a mother.) 

(She had dreamed of a little boy and girl to raise, to love indefinitely.) 

(She had told Jason and could see he was a bit heartbroken too.) 

(Nonetheless, they had talked about adoption and fostering.) 

(Already planning the life they wanted together.) 

Jazz didn’t realize she was crying until Cass launched into her arms for a hug, spilling popcorn everywhere.

A/N: Here's the beginning of what I'm calling the "Angst arc". Its actually a pretty long chapter I had to split up. This will be combined with either parts 19 & 20 or 22 when its later posted. content warning because I know infertility can be triggering to people. Its part of the story for a reason, I promise.

The regent masterlist is updated with new parts and the unoffical playlist for the regent series.

Thanks for reading!

PS: Yes, black mask has no idea what he's in for.

PS 2: did you know Eat Pray Love came out August 13th, 2010? 2010 is when the social media AU is set for regent. Thought it would be cool to include a movie that would have just released around that time.

[prxttyp0ison]

my ghostbusters oc!! (for the og movies + afterlife and FE)

(faceclaim: Kate Bush top 3 = first 2 movies, bottom 3 = afterlife and FE)

(i had to use an app to age the last 3 bc i couldn’t find any older photos of her 😭)

Karina Ambrose

Full name: Dr. Karina Evangeline Ambrose

Aliases: Karina, Dr. Ambrose, Rina, Kari

Age: 27 (first movie/1984), 32 (second movie/1989), 64 (afterlife/2021), 67 (FE, 2024)

Birthday: May 27th

Hair color: brunette

Eye color: hazel

Height: 5’11

Occupation: demonologist, ghostbuster, former mortician

Family: Charlene Ambrose (mother)

William Ambrose (father)

Charlotte (younger sister)

Megan (younger sister)

Lila (younger sister)

Nora (younger sister)

Paris (eventual daughter)

Arielle (niece)

Ariette (niece)

Rosa (cousin)

Parker (cousin)

Love interest: Egon Soengler

Trivia (TW for mentions of death):

- graduated high school at 16

- opened a funeral home at 20

- gave the funeral home to her sister, Megan at 27, as it got too lonely. she still comes back sometimes to help.

- spirits of those she was embalming would sometimes manifest and talk to her, telling her how they died and their life stories. this helped her get the job as a ghostbuster

- has severe acrophobia (fear of heights) to the point where it’s hard for her to even go up tall flights of stairs

- is a surprisingly talented harp player

- can sing very well, as her voice is often compared to that of a siren’s

- father owns a popular race-car track, so she’s very good at driving race-cars and even learned how to drive with them

- originally wanted to be a guitarist, but quickly discovered that she doesn’t like the way the strings feel on her fingers

- has a rather dark sense of humor, which is from working as a mortician for 7 years

- when egon left for summerville, he took her with him, carrying her into the car when she was asleep, as he felt as if he couldn’t go on without her. to this day, she still has no idea how they got there because he never told her. she feels terrible for not saying goodbye to the others, although she’s happy she could spend the rest of his life with him

- the first female ghostbuster on the team, which was huge news at the time

- has a daughter named Paris in 1995. she eventually moves to San Francisco and becomes a photographer

- his death took a huge toll on her: she absolutely refuses to remarry.

- when she found him dead, she whispered between tears “we will be reunited,” and whispers/thinks these words each time somebody mentions him

- favorite color is royal purple

- likes the idea of death, but fears losing loved ones/herself dying

okayy, that’s it for now!!! I’ll post her moodboard soon bc i already have it made 😭 i’ll come back and update this if i think of anything else for karina! k, byeee!!! ♡

[macravishedbymactavish]

any hcs for ajax (cod: ghosts)

I initially was going to do the "3 pros, 3 cons" thing. But I haven't seen very much content for Ajax, so here's a whole list of random SFW HCs for him.

Alex "Ajax" Johnson SFW Headcanons

| Blog HQ | Call of Duty: Ghosts Masterlist |

TW for some mentions of overthinking, arachnophobia, vague mentions to the latest Stranger Things season finale

Comes off as calm, cool confident but in all honestly overthinks damn near everything

"He's a natural, almost too natural" Hesh commented, arms crossed over his chest. Watching as the man continued light conversation with the barista making their drinks.

The brothers standing off to the side, watching as their friend managed to get them free banana bread slices with his smooth talking. Smiling politely and thanking the barista for their time.

With excited expressions, the younger men began asking for tips and tricks. Still in awe of how cool he was during the interaction.

Eyebrows raising in surprise, Ajax nodded along. Listening to the praise being fed to him. Forcing down the thoughts that he came off too strong and made the poor worker uncomfortable. 

'They have enough people to deal with, and probably a lot of creeps but have to be nice to everyone. They had to be trying to usher him out of there and dropped some hints asking me to stop. Like that awkward half laugh, oh I overdid it. Shit'

"Playing it by ear is key, boys" Ajax laughed, taking a bite of his food. Hoping that it was given in good spirits and not a desperate attempt to make him leave.

Major acrophobia. "Ya'll are killing the spider"

A shrill scream caused you to jump, rushing into the other room. Grabbing a broom on the way as a mock-up weapon.

Eyes scanning the room, your brows furrowing in confusion as there was no obvious danger. Just Ajax in the corner, pressing himself against the wall as he lightly chuckled at you.

"Hey, how've you been" he asked smoothly, one hand rubbing the back of his neck. Eyes cast down to one specific spot on the floor. You followed his gaze, focusing on a small black spot.

It couldn't be.

"Was, was all that because of a spider?" You initially laughed, jumping back as the bug moved toward you. "Shit. Elias!" You called, broom dropped and teammate abandoned.

Binge watcher. Him and Keegan watched an entire season of Stranger Things in one night once.

"Are….are you crying, dude?" Ajax snorted, receiving a glare in return. The two men finishing off the latest season of Stranger Things.

"No. I'm just enjoying the heartfelt reunion and cliffhanger. Are you crying?" Keegan muttered, shifting further into his spot. Eyes trained on the screen, as his friend continued staring over at him, eyes lit up with amusement.

Guilty pleasure that he won't let anyone know (minus Logan, who accidentally found out and they bonded) but loves rom coms.

[ 1:33AM ]

[ SAN DIEGO ]

Laying in the dark, eating handfuls of chips slowly as he silently urged the two characters to finally admit their feelings for one another. Sighing heavily at the obvious attraction they were both oblivious to.

"They really should've made a season 2" Ajax all but jumped out of his seat at the quiet voice from behind him. Scrambling for the remote to shut off the TV, keeping his guilty pleasure mostly hidden.

Shrugging at the younger male, "Logan, why are you awake?"

"I'm not judging. I love Oran High School Host Club, put it back on" Logan urged, slipping down onto the other side of the couch. Settling back into the cushions. 

Arguably the best passenger princess of all the Ghosts.

A carefully curated playlist filtering through the speakers, your group drove out to the lake lot the Walker family owned for the weekend. 

"Alex, what do you got for snacks up there?" You asked, peering up from your phone. Situated in the backseat with Keegan and Kick.

"Would you prefer sour, sweet or salty?" He started, sifting through one of the many insulated bags at his feet. 

A Nintendo Switch kind of guy. Especially the Zelda games. He's been playing them since childhood, and still has the gold cartridge Legend of Zelda NES game.

Rocking lightly on his feet, he eagerly waited in line. Game in hand, impatient to start playing it the moment he got home.

"Is this everything for you sir?" The cashier asked, noticing the 8 bit design on the man's wallet. Commenting on how they thought it was interesting.

"It is, thank you. Can't wait to play, I've been pretty into Zelda since I was a kid" Ajax smiled, focusing on the machine in front of him as the two fell into conversation about modern gaming vs retro gaming.

Retro gaming came out on top overall.

If you're dating, he gives the sweetest gifts. More into DIY than store-bought.

A jar was placed in front of you, inside contained multiple colours of folded up paper. Eyebrow raised, you opened the lid and pulled a light blue star out.

Heart melting as you unfolded the paper; seeing a small note about when the two of you first met. Jar and note placed to the side, you launched yourself onto the man. Feeling him chuckle as he held you close; whispering about how much he loved you, and felt so blessed that he could call you his.

Does the "huh?" then promptly answers thing.

"Hey, Alex. What time is that movie you wanted to go to tonight?" You called from the bathroom, to your fiancé laying on the bed. 

"Huh?" He started, phone dropped on the bed beside him. Right as you were about to repeat the question - "it's at 6:45, so I figure if we get there by 6:20, 6:30 we should have enough time to buy snacks and find our seats"

BLANKET HOG

Blinking awake, you sighed. Body shivering as you became aware of the cold air settling around you. Hand feeling around for the blanket, you grew increasingly confused as your search came back unsuccessful.

Rolling over, you groaned. Seeing your boyfriend cocooned in the shared quilt, sleeping rather soundly. 

Pulling at the material, you pouted. He had it wrapped taught to his body, leaving your tired limbs very little chance at unraveling it. Another tired sigh escaped your lips as you pushed yourself from the mattress, grabbing your own blanket from the closet.

[angiedarling]

— &&  if you’re hearing NORTHERN ATTITUDE by NOAH KAHAN playing, you have to know ANGIE MONROE (she/her; cis female) is near by! the 41 year old CHEF has been in denver for, like, 15 YEARS. they’re known to be quite BOSSY, but being KIND HEARTED seems to balance that out. or maybe it’s the fact that they resemble RACHEL WEISZ. personally, i’d love to know more about them seeing as how they’ve got those FRESH BLUEBERRY PANCAKES, LILY OF THE VALLEY, MOLLY WEASLEY, THE SOUND OF SOMEONE WHISTLING AT HOME, DINER AFTER CLOSE vibes. and maybe i’ll get my chance if i hang out around the RINO long enough!

check out her stats and info below !!

stats

full name: angela monroe  nickname(s): angie (sometimes ang or ella, but angie is the main and favoured one) age: forty one date of birth: the thirteenth of february zodiac sign: aquarius place of birth: corpus christi, texas gender: female sexual orientation: bisexual religion: agnostic by choice, jewish by mother’s family occupation: chef/baker/owner of the Night and Dine

language(s) spoken: english, basic spanish accent: slight to moderate southern accent pet(s): two great pyrenees financial status: lower middle class  tattoos: sunflower on her right hip, a trio of birds of her shoulder positive traits: empathetic, fun, thoughtful, and well-spoken  negative traits: tardy, well-meaningly bossy and a bit of a gossip goals/desires: to do good and help her loved ones, to be happy, to fall in love  fears: acrophobia, monophobia family: youngest child, comes from a big family and had always wanted that for herself as well hobbies:  baking, cooking, painting, dancing quirks: nail biting, whistling,  likes: music, denim, vines, baked goods, dogs dislikes: lime green, quiet, tangled hair, liars myers-briggs:  mediator (INFP-T)  temperament: phlegmatic 

bio

tw: mentions of infertility, mentions of infidelity

angie was a happy kid with a mostly happy childhood, growing up with her mother (father rarely, if ever around), her siblings and a little black cat. her mother was her everything, never letting baby angie and her siblings feel like they were missing anything growing up. she was a curious kid, getting to camp, fishing, exploring and learning about the world.

after graduating highschool, angie (19) was going through a bit of a tumultuous relationship. she didn’t go to college, instead idolizing a stay-at-home mother position, willing to forgive nearly anything from her partner, if it would allow her to have children and give them her everything like her own mother had done. unfortunately (or fortunately, depending who you ask), they were unable to conceive. around that time, her partner had decided to be unfaithful and actually fathered a child with his affair partner. this hurt angie to her core, almost more than the cheating itself.

the baby’s name was kiara, and as much as the precursor to her existence was shocking, angie actually became very close with her partner’s child and it’s mother. after about 3 years, angie decided she couldn’t stay with an unforgiving, untrustworthy man and left, keeping in contact with lea (the unknowing other women) and kiara who had also separated themselves from angie’s ex.

she moved to denver when she was twenty seven, feeling like corpis christi had given her all it could. her family had dispersed over the years and with her ending her 10+ year relationship, she needed a fresh start.

angie had been scared to meet new people and try new things but following her mother’s philosophies, she’s trying her best to live her life to the fullest. when she arrived in denver, the old owner of the night and dine was retiring and looking to sell and she took the chance and bought it. finally embracing one of her life long passions, she threw herself in some minor renovations and some huge menu rehauls. 

now, she’s living peacefully with her dogs, working in and running the diner, sometimes thinking of her potential other life, one where she went to school, had a child, was close with her family. her dreams as a child were just so different, it’s hard not to think about it.

headcannons/fun facts about angie! 

the only person who ever called her angela was her mom so she just doesn’t really use it anymore.

her favourite baked good is a lemon coffee cake and her favourite meal is homecooked soup and corn bread.

she took spanish in high school and fell in love with the language.

she throws herself into her baking and cooking, feeling like she can express her feelings through food.

angie sometimes listens to texan weather channels because the accents comfort her.

she loves nicknames! nicknames for others and for herself, hit her up with any nickname and any sort of pet name and be prepared for her to dote on you with a sweet pet name of her own.

she loves like old art and old photographs.

WANTED CONNECTIONS

we can potentially add a second to any of these if we really feel one of these connections!!

friendship  ✨ 

first friend in denver

best friends

friends from childhood (she grew up in texas though but she did travel a bit?)

bad influence

sibling friendship (like an older/younger sibling relationship)

staff (at the diner)/friends who look out for each other -  ZANE

coworker/staff (at the diner)

friendzoned

breakfast club (total opposites but wind up bonding anyways)

so's sibling (she dated their sibling and even tho the relationship ended, they kept in touch)

mentee / protective kinship (someone who she tries to always look out for, she feels a little 'motherly' over them)

current romance ✨ 

flirtationship

mutual crushes (angie kinda has commitment issues so it could be interesting to see the conflict with these new feelings)

mouse and cat (they just keep chasing each other but nothing really happens)

breakfast club (total opposites)

past romance ✨ 

ex that was a rebound for her when she arrived in Denver (hard feelings, unresolved feelings?)

exes that ended on bad terms (maybe something bad happened to make it end and there is bad vibes/animosity)

exes that ended on good terms 

exes with lingering feelings 

casual relationships ✨ 

next-door neighbours

diner regulars

family ✨ 

older brothers x 2/3 (she grew up in texas but she's the youngest child so they could have grown up elsewhere)

close cousins

ex-husband (bad relationship with manipulation, gaslighting and cheating)

[hvnyz]

| if you’re hearing YOU SIGNED UP FOR THIS by MAISIE PETERS playing, you have to know ZELDA “ZIGGY” ABRAMS (SHE/HER; CIS WOMAN) is near by! the 30year old BARISTA AT GREEN THUMB CAFE has been in denver for, like, FIVE YEARS. they’re known to be quite RECKLESS,but being RESILIANT seems to balance that out. or maybe it’s the fact that they resemble SOFIA BLACK D'ELIA. personally, i’d love to know more about them seeing as how they’ve got those DOG-EARED ROMANCE NOVELS, OAT MILK LATTES AND PATCHWORK TATTOOS vibes. and maybe i’ll get my chance if i hang out around the RIVER NORTH ART DISTRICT long enough!

pinterest || connections and wanted connections

BASICS

FULL NAME:  Zelda "Ziggy" Adira Abrams NICKNAME(S): Ziggy, Zigfield AGE: 30 DATE OF BIRTH:  October 13th, 1993 PLACE OF BIRTH:  Chicago, Illinois CURRENT LOCATION:.  RINo district, artists alley apartments ETHNICITY: Ashkenazi Jewish, Italian GENDER: Cis Woman PRONOUNS: she/her SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Bisexual RELIGION:  practicing Judaism OCCUPATION:  barista at green thumb cafe, spring romance writer FACECLAIM: Sofia Black D'elia

PHYSICAL TRAITS

HEIGHT: 5'3 WEIGHT: 121 pounds HAIR COLOR: Brown  EYE COLOR: brown PIERCINGS: her ears are pierced three times each TATTOOS:  roses on her left forearm, a panther on her right shoulder, and “mother” in a heart on her right arm, the pride and prejudice (2005) hand holding scene as a tattoo, random tattoos throughout creating "patchwork" sleeves SCARS|MARKS: n/a SIGNATURE SCENT: Le Labo Santal 33 

PHOBIAS AND DISEASES

MENTAL ILLNESSES: Generalized Anxiety PHYSICAL ILLNESSES: N/a PHOBIAS: acrophobia

RELATIONSHIPS

MOTHER:  Miriam Abrams FATHER:  N/A SIBLINGS: wanted connection coming soon RELATIONSHIPS: tba PETS: Maine Coon named Papaya

PERSONALITY

ZODIAC SIGN:  Libra MORAL ALIGNMENT: Chaotic Good FAVORITE FOODS: potato pancakes, dairy free butter chicken with garlic naan, eggplant parm. FAVORITE COLOR: lavender LIKES: getting tattoos, romance novels, learning new makeup techniques, dancing on bars, karaoke, DISLIKES: the smell of gasoline, the sound of babies crying, raspberries.  HOBBIES: spending too much time in the bookstore, clubbing, drinking, and buying makeup she doesn't know how to use.

HEADCANONS

Ziggy's favorite movie next to the original Scream is Pride and Prejudice (2005) Ziggy writes fluff-based fan fiction under a pseudonym Ziggy has been writing her novel since she was 25 Ziggy is loosely based off of Fiona Gallagher and Lorelai Gilmore. Ziggy drives a beat up, on it's last leg, jeep wrangler.

BIOGRAPHY

PAST,

Homelessness tw, teen pregnancy tw adoption mention tw brief death mention

Zelda "Ziggy" Adira Abrams didn’t have a real home until she was 12 years old. Her mother Miriam had her at just 16 years old, and the two lived in and out of homeless shelters, run-down apartments, and friends’ places throughout her childhood. Up until they moved into an actual home, she had never known anything other than moving around, being a nomad, herself, and her young mother.  

Ziggy, named after Zelda Fitzgerald but nicknamed after the infamous David Bowie persona, was resigned to raising herself as well as her mother. She had to grow up and be an adult from a young age, from circling job ads in newspapers and making sure they made it to the shelter on time to get a room, or at least to eat. There was never any real room to be a child.

It was Ziggy and her mother alone for a good while, until when she was five years old. A five-year-old Ziggy had no idea why her mother’s body was changing, she just knew that sometime later they were inside a hospital, there was a baby in her arms,  and then suddenly, there wasn’t.  They walked out of the hospital, just her and her mother, alone again. Ziggy would learn many, many, many years later, that her mother gave her little sister up for adoption.

Ziggy learning to read and loving to read is credited to her mother in many ways, the first being that her mother would take her to the library during the day to keep warm and have something to do, and Ziggy needed an escape from everything. It started with princesses in high towers being rescued by their prince and turned into sometimes cheesy, but often thrilling, romance novels. Ziggy fell in love with love.

When they finally got a real home, it was only because her grandmother passed away, leaving the three-bedroom home to her only daughter, Ziggy, and her mother Miriam moved right in.

It was all rather the same Ziggy needed to raise both herself and her mother, except this time her mother had landed herself a job, a waitress at a diner at night. During the day, Ziggy would go to school, and a night her mother would head off to work, leaving the young girl alone to her own devices.

But ultimately, Miriam Abrams wasn’t the mother a young girl needed. She didn’t get the puberty talk, she wasn’t taught how to do her hair or makeup, these were all things she had to pick up from magazines. She learned to cook enough to feed herself, but she was barely allotted a childhood, having to be the adult her mother wasn’t. No pretty dresses or elaborate bat mitzvahs paid for by her mother's boyfriend could make up for it.

Ziggy left the first moment she could. With a high school diploma, 1,000$ to her name, and a bus ticket, she was off to California, as far away from her mother as she could possibly get.

Ziggy slept on couches again and worked odd jobs until she found something more permanent as a waitress,  paying 30 dollars a night to sleep in a bedroom that had a curfew of 10:00 pm. She didn’t go to college. She had no direction whatsoever. She just wanted to experience life.

So experience she did, she lived in California, Seattle, and New York, and finally, she landed herself in Colorado, just her, her beat-up little jeep wrangler, her books, and a few garbage bags filled with clothes.

PRESENT

That was five years ago now, and Ziggy has been the happiest, and the most stable she's ever been. She's got a dream job as a barista at the Green Thumb, reading, and writing romance novels in her free time. It's her dream to be published, to walk into a library and see her name amongst her favorites, but for now, just writing them is enough. She lives in Artist's Alley Apartments in RINo and has an orange Maine Coon cat named Papaya. She still has no idea what she's doing, but she's happy and having fun trying to figure it out. She sends her mother money once a month.

[elliehall-archive]

— &&  ( elizabeth ‘ellie’ hall + female ) sure looks a lot like ( emilia clarke) ! they were born ( 21 ) years ago and blow out their candles on ( febuary 13 ). ( she ) just moved in, and they seem pretty ( empathetic and curious ), but they’re also ( tardy and jealous ) on occasion. they love to ( read, go camping and paint ) when they aren’t working as a ( hostess ) at Malnati’s Pizzeria & Gelato Shop. you can find them in apartment ( #101 ). they are played by ( em, 19, she/her ) in the ( est timezone ). 

check out her stats and info below !!

stats

full name: elizabeth paige hall nickname(s): ellie, and sometimes elle or liza age: twenty one date of birth: the thirteenth of february, 1997 zodiac sign: aquarius place of birth: bristol, england ethnicity: english nationality: european / american duel citizenship  gender: female sexual orientation: bisexual religion: agnostic  occupation: hostess / bartender language(s) spoken: english, basic portuguese  accent: slight english accent, she’s been living in America for 7 years pet(s): none, but she really wants a black cat financial status: lower middle class  tattoos: sunflower on her right hip  piercings: dual piercings on both ears  label: the innocent / the caregiver  positive traits: empathetic, fun, thoughtful, well-spoken and curious  negative traits: tardy, naive, anxious and jealous  goals/desires: to do good, to help people, to be happy, to travel, to fall in love  fears: acrophobia, coulrophobia  family: only child, her mother passed away when she was a child (11), her and her father moved to American after that  hobbies:  travelling, painting, thrifting, hiking, dancing quirks: nail bitting, not being able to stand hearing your own voice in videos or recordings likes: music, denim, vines,  dislikes:  country music, lime green,  myers-briggs:  mediator (INFP-T)  temperament: phlegmatic  hogwarts house: ravenclaw

bio

tw: mention of cancer, mention of death 

ellie was a happy kid with a happy childhood. she grew up in england, in a city called bristol with her mother and father and a little black cat. she was a curious kid, getting to travel and camp with her parents. she did well, exceptionally well in school.

when she was about eight years old, her mother julie was diagnosed with cancer. this was obviously hard for the whole family but ellie had hope that her mother would get better. the opposite happened, year by year julie was only getting worse. her mother passed away when ellie was only eleven, then it was just her and her dad. ellie used to be scared to meet new people and try new things but following her mother’s philosophies, she’s trying her best to live her life to the fullest. she and her father, david, moved to america just before starting her freshman year at age fourteen. they first came to new york city but quickly moved to illinois, due to her dad hating NYC.

now, she’s working towards a journalism degree with an art minor and is working as both a bartender at a local bar and a hostess at Malnati’s Pizzeria. ellie finds a lot of comfort and affection from her friends since it’s just her and her dad. 

headcannons/fun facts about ellie! 

the only person who ever called her elizabeth was her mom so she just doesn’t really use it anymore

she took portugese in high school and fell in love with the language.

she loves nicknames! nicknames for others and for herself, hit her up with elle or liza, any sort of petname

she loves a good thrift store and she loves like old art and old photographs.

[jotatetsuken]

summer paradise

features: kento nanami x f!reader (uses she/her pronouns) | wc: 3345

submission for: @hanayanetwork 's summer collab and my first fic for kento nanami's birthday special | songs: summer paradise - simple plan ft. sean paul , and especially this playlist | type of writing: oneshot | trope: established relationship, newlyweds

summary: one morning, as you wake up to breakfast in bed, you're greeted by your husband kento nanami who surprises you with tickets to paris for honeymoon. but then you'd surprised him with tickets to bangkok as well. you two decide to travel to both the places. | a/n: i'm so excited to write for this :D:D i thought of choosing between thailand and paris, but then i thought, why not write for both? :D so thailand will be part - 1 and my official submission for the collab and paris will be part - 2 <3

beta reading: @beware-of-the-rogue @mxonigirimiya @blueparadis (thank y'all so much ily mwahhh)

networks: @/hanayanetwork @tokyometronetwork @downtown-roponggi

content warnings: suggestive themes ('cause honeymoon, duh); reader is called baby, love; mentions of consumption of alcohol in one place; mentions of vertigo and acrophobia; mention of death in reader's family; overall majorly fluffy. also, heavily, and i mean, heavily based on a family vacation to thailand 7 years ago, so please lmk if i've missed any tags or messed up somewhere <33

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After years of courtship, the day Kento Nanami and you got married felt like a dream come true. You could both feel yourself falling in love with each other all over again as you recite your vows to each other. 

The next morning, you awoke with half-closed eyes in a new bed that was all too familiar, yet the velvet bedsheets didn’t smell the same. You had laid on the same bed before, albeit in a different role, and now it smelt of love, lust, and eternal commitment to you. 

You clutched the sheets close to your chest, the realization hitting you that you had begun a new life in your new home with your brand new husband. When you get out of bed, you notice that the other side of the bed is empty. Your gaze scans the room for his presence until you notice him smiling at the door.

When you two first started dating, you told him you liked sandwiches for breakfast, so as a way of expressing his love for his now-wife, he would wake you up to a sumptuous breakfast in bed. A chicken and egg club sandwich, tomato soup with croutons, freshly squeezed orange juice, and an envelope? As you wondered what was inside the envelope, you could tell he'd gone all out. “Good morning, wife,” he said as he kissed you on the cheek.

You fully opened your eyes to see his perfectly aligned face, as if he had been molded with great care and intricate detail. You get up, see the breakfast, and thank Nanami by kissing him on the cheek. After you finish your breakfast and drink your juice, he says with a knowing smile, “You can open the envelope now, baby,” after noticing you eyeing the envelope several times.

You open the envelope and take the contents out. Your eyes sparkle as you notice two plane tickets to Paris. You looked at Kento, your eyes widening and your mouth agape, and he smiled and said, “Those are our honeymoon tickets, love. Remember how you'd always wanted to visit Paris? So, in a month's time, we'll be in Paris.”

A slew of emotions flood your mind, and then you remember that the trip to Paris was in August, around the time of your relationship's three-year anniversary. However, his birthday was approaching, and you had planned something special for him, that being closer in date. Your other hand reached for the bedside drawer, and you were rummaging through it to find another envelope, flashing your index finger to request a moment.

Your husband raises an eyebrow at you while a knowing smile spreads across your face. While you are handing him the envelope, he opens it and discovers two flight tickets to Bangkok. He was surprised that the date of departure listed was the day before his birthday, and it seemed that you knew him well. It wasn't Malaysia, but Thailand was one of the countries he wanted to visit, and it was one of the small details you remembered about him.

“Love,” he said softly to you, albeit still in shock. “Bangkok?” His gaze softened at the tickets and at you, as he was in awe of how good you were to him. Heaving a sigh, he responds, “Wow, I didn't think you'd remember.” You chuckled, pushed the breakfast table aside, and drew him closer to you on the bed. “How could I ever forget love? Although it was not Malaysia, I recall Thailand being on your list of countries to visit. It's just that, while being completely overwhelmed by your love for me, my first thought upon seeing the Paris tickets was,” you continued, shrugging your shoulders, “What do I do with the Bangkok tickets now?” 

He continues, earning a chuckle from him, “I believe we should go ahead and celebrate my birthday. Don't you agree?” You then tilt your head, and ask, “Well, what about the Paris trip?” In response, he raised an eyebrow and asked, “Do you think we can afford both of them?”

You nodded in agreement, “Kento, we discussed this before we got married.” You continued, “If we ever surprise each other like this again, we'll make it a point to find a compromise that allows us to keep our surprises. So, we'll take a long vacation from work, celebrate our honeymoon, your birthday, and our relationship anniversary, and then return in August. What do you think?” 

He rubbed his hands together and pursed his lips, his gaze drawn elsewhere, as if lost in thought. Then he looks at you and says, “I'll have to consult with Yaga-sensei on this, but sure thing. I guess it's about time we took a break.” Hearing this made your eyes sparkle with delight, and you engulfed him in an embrace, responding. "Yay, thank you so much, baby!"

Over the next few days, you go through some old photos and smile at the memories flashing in your mind, while booking certain tourist attractions off the top of your head. Kento saw you in your element, and albeit curious as to what got you so excited about this trip, he was unaware that the country they were visiting was all too familiar for you, and the memories? All the more nostalgic. By July 1st, the tickets and the itinerary were both ready. Regardless of whether you were a planner before, or you were someone of spontaneity, he was taken aback by your dedication to making sure this honeymoon was a success. 

July 2nd

The next morning, both of you fly from Haneda Airport via Thai Airways. It was adorable seeing him sleep with the neck cushion on during the flight, so you would take pictures to tease him later on. You then arrive in Thailand in the afternoon, six and a half hours later. As you drive downtown, you check in to the Ambassador Hotel, conversing for the first time in Thai in public with the receptionist, catching Kento by surprise. He thought to himself, “I did not know that she was, in fact, a polyglot.”

Both of you then unpack and get ready to have dinner at El Gaucho Argentinian Steakhouse, which was one of your favorite restaurants when you visited there, but he didn’t know that. While he was wearing a white full-sleeved shirt underneath a dark gray suit and a pair of dark gray trousers with loafers, you were wearing a maroon lacy half-sleeved dress with black heels. As you two sat down at a table, you were greeted by a seemingly handsome French waiter named Jacques, who spoke politely with the both of you, and arranged for the meals. As expected, you see Kento gorging on the appetizers: Crusty French bread with garlic butter and mac and cheese, causing you to chuckle quietly. He’s usually very careful about eating in public, but the food seemed to be too good for him to care.

While you dined on the aglio olio pasta (it was flat noodles, something Kento disliked), and while he ate some well-cooked steak, Jacques kept throwing stolen glances towards you and  flirting with you, irking Kento enough to show it on his face. With you catching wind of what Jacques was doing, you nonchalantly mentioned that you were on a honeymoon with your husband, so that he’d get a hint. Nevertheless, the waiter was still casually flirting with you, causing your husband to be jealous, and you laughed at Kento's antics, finding them cute.

As you both reached the hotel for the night, you asked him cheekily, “How was the food, baby, or was your attention not on the food tonight?” Kento scowls at you and starts chasing after you. You were quite pleased to get him to open up his playful side for you alone to see.

July 3rd

The next day, as it was his birthday, both of you lazed around on the bed for a while. As the sun’s rays passed through the windows and fell on your faces, both of you smiled at each other, with you caressing his cheek with your knuckles, wishing him, “Happy birthday, husband.” With this, both of you cuddled up to each other for some time. As you hummed into his chest, he caressed your cheek, and suggested that he wanted to try a new cuisine. 

So, you suggested having breakfast at Dosa King, an Indian restaurant nearby, as you were told that the Indian food there tasted good, and the breakfast there was definitely good. As you two gorged on some South Indian delicacies, you spoke a little Thai with the waitress who was looking after the both of you today. She somehow remembered you, and that encouraged you to speak with her more, and you thus earned a discount and a free dessert for his birthday, surprising him.

Following that, you went to a mall that had good discounts for shopping, but instead of taking long hours to shop, you chose exactly what you wanted from the mall, and that pleased him greatly. Then, you’d taken him to the Silk Spa and had booked a couples massage for the both of you in advance.

As the both of you were being lathered in oil, and as every touch of the masseuse and masseur was alleviating the aches in your bodies, you’d heard Gojo trying to call for the both of you. The incessant calling irked the both of you, thus switching off your phones for a moment. Then, you asked Kento, “Baby, how do you like the holiday so far?” He looks at you, smiling, and says, “I love it so far. I’m excited to see what you have planned.” 

Then, in the evening, you take him to The Moon Bar, and sit in one corner with both of you being served the best drinks from the bar, and they were complimentary too, owing to the occasion. As you’d seen not a ton of people on the dance floor, you in your black full-sleeved dress dragged him, who was clad in a blue-and-white-striped shirt and blue trousers, onto the dance floor.

Having downed a couple of glasses of vodka, you were slightly buzzed, and started grinding against him with your fingers raking through his hair, causing him to maintain his calm as much as possible. When you two get to the hotel room, however, it was certain that you wouldn’t be able to keep your hands off of each other, like how you had to stop getting handsy weeks before the wedding, thus consummating your marriage for the first time.

July 4th 

This time, you decided to take him to Pattaya, but instead of checking out, you just took one suitcase and made sure to freeze the hotel room for two days. You stopped at the Sriracha Tiger Zoo on the way and took pictures with the cubs and tigers. You then went to the Vista hotel and checked in with your single suitcase. Because the Vista Hotel was close to Jomtien Beach, you told him to go ahead and that you'd be there later. Jomtien Beach had you both in awe because it had the cleanest sand and the clearest waters. It wasn't too crowded. He was sitting on a lawn chair, soaking in the scenery and reading a book while drinking coconut water when he turned to the left and saw you in a swimsuit approaching him, causing his mouth to gape open. In turn, you noticed he was wearing a dark-blue floral shirt with off-white shorts, and your mouth dropped open at the sight.

You chastised him for reading at the beach instead of swimming. You then approached someone who appeared to be familiar to you. He raised an eyebrow as you greeted him. He then realized you'd booked a half-day tour to Coral Island for the following day, and that in the meantime, you'd try parasailing and jet skiing again. While Kento was curious about adventure sports because he had never done them before, he was more concerned about your vertigo because he knew you suffered from acrophobia. So he asks, "Are you certain you'll be okay?" You take his hand in yours and say, "I'll be fine with you by my side."

You take deep breaths and hold his hand tightly as the harness secures both of you to the parasail while you sit on the boat with your legs straight. When the winds lifted you both into the air, you let out a high-pitched scream, fear and excitement gripping your legs at the same time. You don't even realize you're laughing as Kento turns to face you. "Kento, see!" you exclaim to him. "I'm taking off!" He shakes his head, kisses your forehead, and says louder, “No, baby, we're flying! I see what you're doing and want you to know that I'd love to do different things with you.” You were giggling so hard that you didn't realize you were about to be dragged down to the boat. As both of your feet touched the boat's deck, you realized you were still holding his hand. You didn't stop grinning at him even after your heavy breathing stopped.

After that, you were taken to the shore and required to wear life jackets, which is when Kento noticed you in your element. You started the engine, gripped the handles, and whizzed past your husband, just as your instructor had instructed. It took him a while to get a handle on the speed because he was dazed. You kept grinning, feeling nostalgic about this. You'd done it before, and you knew you could do it again. Suddenly, someone whizzes past you, causing a wave of water to splash on you. When you turned to your right, you saw a grin on Kento's face, who was finally excited about this. You laughed as you were relieved to see Kento relax into vacation mode, which lifted your spirits.

After a half-hour of jet skiing, you both decide to return to the hotel to relax. While you two were unwinding, Kento cleared his throat and asked, "Baby, you seemed to know a lot about the place, and the language as well." "Have you visited here before?" That's when you felt a sense of emptiness wash over you as your entire body sank into the pillow. Kento engulfed you in a tight embrace, sensing something was wrong, and asked you concernedly, “What happened, sweetheart? Did I say something inappropriate?” Your vision blurred as tears welled up in your eyes, and you began crying into Kento's chest. “Kento, remember how much I miss my sister?” you said, looking up at him. As he nodded, remembering your sister's death a few months ago, you sniffled, “This was our family's first international trip together, and my sister and I did a lot of things together.” I thought that by going to Thailand, you'd be able to see a part of me that I'd left behind here, as well as see the places I visited and-”

Kento then caressed your hair, soothing you as you were saddened by your sister's memories as your bond grew stronger on this trip. “I remember, love,” he replied. “I'm sorry you had to go through this.” Both of you then snuggle into each other, as he continues, “I want you to understand something, baby. Now that we're here, we'll focus on making new memories together rather than replacing old ones.” You nodded in agreement, and an invisible burden was lifted from your shoulders.

July 5th

In the morning, you went to Jomtien Beach again and went to Coral Island on a ferry. As you reached Coral Island, you were in awe of its beauty. The clear blue waters, the white sand, the smell of well-cooked seafood. Ooh, seafood! You thought to yourself! Giving a kiss on Kento’s cheek, you told him that you’d be right back. You ran to the best seafood restaurant and got him some shrimp ahijo with bread on the side, his favorite dish, and as you brought that to him, your mouth gaped wide open as you saw him bring to you a necklace with seashells on it.

You were astonished that he remembered that you’re someone that was heavily into collecting seashells, so this touched you. As both of you took a selfie, Kento took your phone to look at the pictures when he came across the pictures of him on the flight. Raising an eyebrow at you, he snatches the necklace from you, causing you to exclaim, as you kept running after him, “Hey! What was that for?”

As you stopped running on the sand and started laughing, he replied, “No, you’re not going to take any pictures of me like that, baby. Not until we go to the Ripley’s Museum.” You were surprised; he went through your itinerary after all. Grinning, you continue, making your way back to the ferry, “You can never resist a well planned itinerary, huh?” As you turned your head back at him and blew a kiss his way, he couldn’t resist your cuteness any longer, so he ran to catch up with you and put the necklace on you, kissing your temple.

The trip to Pattaya ended when, on the same night, you both visited the Ripley’s Believe It or Not Museum, but you didn’t just go there to tour inside. You told Kento that you wanted to go to the Infinity Maze. Both of you wore white gloves and socks, leaving your shoes outside. As you entered the maze, a plethora of different colored lights flashed before your eyes in a kaleidoscopic manner, and every door you opened, every pathway that you used, led to the both of you hearing different songs and seeing different brilliant designs. As Kento turned to you, while you were engrossed in the beauty of the lights, he quietly sighed, considering himself lucky to have you. 

July 6th–9th 

The next day, the two of you stopped by the well-known Pattaya floating market to visit and at the Alangkarn Theater to watch a show there for about an hour. He was in awe of the cultural display portrayed through different performances and the story being told. After taking tons of pictures, you finally managed to reach Bangkok in the night, exhausted. 

The following two days went by like a breeze, where this time it was Kento taking the initiative to plan the itinerary. On these days, he takes you to a well-known onsen, where the both of you soak your bodies in warm water, relaxing for some time; then to the Asiatique Riverfront to buy clothes and shop for everything else; and finally, he surprises you with a visit to Hard Rock Cafe, where there was an open mic night, where you got to sing on the mic, with everyone applauding. He was enamored by the way you shone on the stage in the sparkling silver dress you were wearing. He noticed your eyes shining like the stars in the sky and was enthralled by your mellifluous voice.

On the 9th, as you two prepare to leave Thailand, on the flight back to Tokyo, you look into each other’s eyes. Kento breaks the silence by speaking up, “Baby, when I met you, I didn’t imagine that we’d get together, let alone get married. But, we celebrated my birthday during our honeymoon this week, and I can’t imagine having done that without you.” 

Sighing, you responded, “Kento, I’m glad that not only did you get to see Thailand through my eyes, but we also got to celebrate the beginning of our never-ending fairytale, and I’m excited about what Paris has in store for us.” With that, you press your lips onto his as he places a lock of your hair behind your ear while being lost in your kisses. He responded with a wink and a soft moan, “Baby, you have no idea what I have in store for you in Paris,” and with that, you suddenly felt your thighs clench hard.

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[omori-civilwar]

[CW: This story post will contain a description of the game's ACROPHOBIA scene, as well as depiction of emetophobia. Keep an eye out for the RED and GREEN tags indicating the beginning and ending of these sections if you wish to avoid them! Stay safe!]

Some things... are better off forgotten. ...right?

Thankfully, Omori spared Sunny the discomfort of White Space before he woke up this time, and he found himself in his room instead, staring up at the ceiling as his brain struggled to process what just happened.

The thoughts were already fading away, a relic of Headspace that the real world wanted to push away. Maybe that was for the best right now.

The room was dark, and the only sound was the chirping of crickets outside -- well, that, and the faint beeping of the phone indicating a new message.

He took a moment to gather himself before standing up, going to the phone and listening to the message.

"Hi, Sunny! It's Mommy. I'm still in the city setting things up for our new home. Did you finish packing your things yet? There are only a few days left before the movers come. I've left a list of chores for you to do before they arrive. Also -- sorry, Mommy messed up! I forgot to let the electric company know that we need a few more days before we're ready to move, so the lights might cut out sometime tonight. Anyways... I know it may seem scary to move to a new place right now, but the change of scenery might be a positive thing for both of us. I know you haven't talked to anyone in a while, but... you might want to see your friends before we leave. I know Kel has been trying to get a hold of you ever since we put our house up for sale. He's been calling at least once a week for the past few months! He seems lonely... maybe you should pay him a visit? It might do both of you some good. But... that's it for now. Mommy loves you! Bye, honey!"

The phone clicked as the message ended. Sunny stood there for a moment, processing his mother's words in his head.

Of course, there would be things to do. Moving is a big deal, apparently. He can't just sleep the days away anymore, unfortunately...

But what about Kel? He didn't recall any calls from Kel.

... he'd have to worry about that later.

He looked back at the bed, ready to go back to sleep, but his stomach growled. He hadn't eaten in a while... maybe it would be better if he got a snack first.

His eyes drifted to the note on the wall. 'Hi, Sunny! This is a note from Mommy. I left some food for you in the fridge downstairs. It's steak, your favorite! Love you, XOXO'

Steak was his favorite. He turned and left the room, feeling his way through the darkness.

[WARNING: ACROPHOBIA AHEAD. Look for the GREEN tag to skip it!]

He found the edge of the stairs and took a deep breath, grabbing onto the railing and slowly taking a couple steps down. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, and his body trembled with it, making his movements uneven. His eyes drifted towards the bottom, putting a pit in his stomach and making him feel dizzy.

... I can't do it.

He quickly went back up instead, leaning against the rail and taking a few deep breaths to steady himself.

I'll eat later. I just... wanna go back to bed.

He quickly went back to his bedroom and flung himself back into his bed, closing his eyes and trying to will himself back to sleep.

... his stomach growled. He was still too hungry to sleep.

He had no choice but to go back.

He sighed as he got up and left his room, his ears ringing as he stepped out. The whole area was blanketed in shadows, and the only thing illuminating it was an eerie red light shining through the window. It was almost like it was calling his name.

A moment of panic ran through him and he quickly tried opening the door instead, but it was locked. He fiddled with the knob desperately, but to no avail. It wasn't going to budge.

He trembled as he finally went to face the staircase again.

... was it always that tall?

He started trembling again as he stared down it, slowly descending it, step by step. He gripped the railing with both hands as he walked, keeping himself from falling to, presumably, his death.

He could see dark hands reaching out of the shadows, trying to grab at him and pull him down. Whispers echoed in his ears, but he forced himself to ignore them. His hunger was the only force driving him forward.

A kitchen knife rested on the steps in front of him. He picked it up and kept going, holding it out as if it would cut through the darkness in front of him as we walked.

The whispers grew louder. The hands came closer. His heart beat faster. His ears were ringing. His head was spinning. He had to keep going. Just keep going. Don't look behind you. Don't look beside you. Keep walking. Keep walking. You're almost there. You're almost there. You're almost --

Something suddenly grabbed him from behind, stopping him in his tracks.

He trembled more as he stared into the darkness. The darkness stared back, grinning up at him with a wide smile.

He wanted to run. He couldn't run. There was nowhere to run, anyway.

Desperately, he slashed at the darkness, hoping to hit whatever was out there. Whatever was mocking him. His attacks did nothing.

He could feel something pushing him... something pulling him... something dragging him down further. He felt like he was falling. He tried gripping the railing. There was no railing to grip. There was nothing holding him in place.

... suddenly, a familiar voice.

"Sunny..."

He paused for a second, trying to single out the voice over the sound of the mocking whispers.

"Take a deep breath... don't be afraid. It's not as scary as you think."

Who was talking to him? It wasn't the darkness. The darkness was mocking him. This voice was trying to help him.

Nonetheless, he didn't really have any better ideas. He listened to the voice, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath.

He felt his heartbeat start to level out, and his trembling slowed. He was calming down.

He continued to breathe, blocking out the darkness around him, and it finally faded away.

[END OF ACROPHOBIA. Continue reading from here!]

He found himself back at the bottom of the stairs. Everything was back to normal -- the darkness was gone... well, mostly. The house was still dark, but nowhere near as shadowy as before. The red glow from the window was gone, too.

A bit of relief washed over Sunny, and he went to the kitchen. He earned his food now.

Funny... the knife had ended up on the counter. He was sure he was just holding it a moment ago. No matter... he picked it back up anyway.

He then went to the fridge and opened it, and sure enough, there was a steak inside.

... it was raw cold. He should probably heat it up before he ate it.

He placed it in the microwave, turning it on for a minute. He watched it spin around inside, and the beeps rang through the house once it was finished.

He pulled it out and set it on the counter, going to dig in. At last... something to fill his belly!

[WARNING: EMETOPHOBIA AHEAD. Look for the GREEN tag to skip it!]

... or not.

He had only just swallowed it, and already he felt nauseous. It didn't agree well with him. Of course it didn't.

Ugh... he had to go back up the stairs to go to the bathroom.

He held his breath as he dragged himself back up the stairs, hobbling his way to the bathroom and keeping a hand over his mouth to keep himself from heaving right then and there.

Finally... he made it. He quickly went to the toilet, hunching over it as he threw up his dinner.

Gross. It always tastes worse the second time.

He flushed it down and stayed there for a moment, taking deep breaths to settle himself.

[END OF EMETOPHOBIA. Continue reading from here!]

... a knock on the door distracted him for a moment. Who could be knocking this late at night? Maybe Mommy came home? But why would she need to knock?

He slowly got back up, going down the stairs and walking to the front door.

"Hey, Sunny! It's Mari! I'm finally home... but I forgot my keys. Could you get the door for me, please?"

... Mari?

He stood there and stared at the door for a bit, his heart racing. Could it really be Mari? Maybe it is. Just maybe! He wouldn't want to keep her waiting. But what if it wasn't Mari? ... but it sounds like her. It must be her. It must be!

He slowly opened the door...--

That's not Mari.

He immediately slammed it closed again and held it there, trembling. That wasn't Mari. That was definitely not Mari. What was that? Not Mari. That's all that matters. It's not Mari. He can't let it in. It can't be in the house. That... creature isn't allowed here.

He raced back up the stairs as fast as he could, ducking into his bed and pulling the covers up. Sleep would distract him from this. Sleep would keep him safe.

He closed his eyes, letting his mind drift away...

He finally woke back up in White Space, his body and mind calm again. Omori crouched over him, blinking and tilting his head.

"You're back."

"... y-yeah... sorry. I was just..."

His voice trailed off. What was he doing?

"... never mind."

Omori stared at him for a moment longer before shrugging and standing up.

"Let me know when you're ready."

"... okay."

He stayed laying there for a bit longer, enjoying the feeling of safety that White Space provided. It wasn't much... but it was enough. A place to survive.

Mewo padded over to him and sniffed him.

"Meow?"

"... hi, Mewo..."

He gently pulled her in closer, stroking her soft fur gently.

His eyes drifted around the space. Omori laid nearby, taking a moment for himself... and, for once, leaving the laptop up for grabs. Sunny seized the opportunity and sneaked over, booting it up.

... the screen glitched the moment it turned on.

What remained looked like... a list? "HANGMAN" was written across the top.

Hangman... why did it want him to play Hangman?

He brushed the thought aside and closed the laptop instead. He wasn't in the mood for games, especially on Omori's laptop. If he got caught, he might get in trouble...

A soft thud rumbled through White Space, catching his attention. He got up and went to look, avoiding the hands standing guard around the area, and found a map.

All of Headspace was sketched out on it, but it was all blacked out. No matter... a map is a map. It might come in handy.

He tucked it away in his pocket, returning to the center of White Space. He gazed towards the door, an adventurous feeling soaring through him again.

"... Omori? I'm ready..."

"... okay."

Omori stood up, calling forth the red hands again as he led the way back through the door -- of course, their friends were waiting for them again.

Aubrey ran forward first, followed by the boys.

"Thank goodness you're both here! We were getting worried!"

"Have either of you seen Basil..? We can't find him anywhere..."

"Basil?..."

Sunny paused and blinked a bit as he tried thinking about what happened to Basil. The last thing he remembered wa--

The thought quickly erased itself from his mind, replaced by another one.

"No need to think about that now."

Why not? Basil was his friend.

"It's not important. He's fine. No need to worry about him. All he does is cause trouble, anyway."

He blinked a bit, feeling a bit fuzzy. Maybe it was better not to think about it for now...

"We should go tell Mari you're okay..." Hero suggested. "She's been worried sick!"

Sunny nodded, and Omori took the lead again, guiding them back out into Headspace.

The moment they made it out, something caught Sunny's attention. A black key sat on the ground -- the letter "A" was sketched into it.

He slowly went over, lightly brushing it with his fingers. It felt cold and sharp, but it faded away nearly immediately, leaving a tiny hole in the ground.

"Sunny. What are you doing?" Omori called him back over, and Sunny paused as he went back to the group.

"... sorry."

One of the red hands went to his side, making sure he stayed close. Great.

The park was bustling as usual, and Mari sat on her blanket, an anxious look in her eyes. She gazed into the trees, seeming to talk to something there, though the group approaching caught her attention and she perked up, relief flooding over her as she got up and ran to greet Sunny, scooping him into a hug.

"Sunny! There you are -- thank goodness you're okay! Don't worry me like that, little brother!"

Sunny paused, hugging back onto her and closing his eyes as he enjoyed her presence. This was Mari.

"... sorry, Mari..."

"... I can't stay mad at you." she sighed out, giving him a final small squeeze before pulling away. "Where's Basil...? Isn't he with you?"

"... no."

"He's right..." Hero nodded solemnly. "The last thing I remember was sorting through his photos in his house... then, next thing I know... me, Aubrey, and Kel are waking up in our room."

"At least we found Omori and Sunny..." Aubrey chimed in. "... but I still hope Basil's okay. Who's going to protect him now...?"

"Don't be such a downer, Aubrey! We'll find him together!" Kel huffed encouragingly, and Mari nodded with a smile.

"You're absolutely right, Kel. It's times like these when we gotta stay positive!"

"Well... we might as well start looking at Basil's house, since that's where we last remember seeing him." Hero offered. "There might be something we missed..."

"That's the spirit, Hero! You know where to find me if you need me." Mari encouraged. "Good luck!"

"Thanks, Mari!" Aubrey grinned at her, and Omori went to lead the group back down towards Basil's house.

The trail there felt... sad. The flowers were starting to wilt, so naturally, Sunny insisted they stopped and watered them. It only felt right, with Basil not around to take care of them. Other than that... it felt empty without Basil's voice rambling on about each of the plants and worrying over them.

The house itself already had a small hole in the floor. The potted plants inside looked sad and tired, but Basil was nowhere to be seen. There wasn't even any evidence of him being there.

As the friends discussed where he could be, Sunny gazed into the hole. It was dark and deep, and it almost felt like something was staring back up at him. Voices filled his mind again, blocking everything else out...

Basil sat alone in the darkness, sniffling and trembling. Not here again. Please, anywhere but here again. He didn't want to be here. He didn't. He didn't--

"... back again, are we?"

The sudden voice made him jump, and he looked back with fear in his eyes.

"U-um-"

There stood Stranger, escorting Abbi back to Blackspace. His glowing eyes were all Basil could see, piercing straight into his soul. The gaze sent chills down his spine.

"... so he's started the cycle again. I feared this would happen. But don't worry... I'll make sure this is the last time."

"... what... what do you mean..."

"You is... lost here? Basil... flower boy..." Abbi tilted her head as she studied poor Basil. He shifted back uncomfortably, giving her a wary look.

"How do you know my name...?"

"Oh... sorry! I am... no mean to... afraid you. My name... am Abbi... a friend!" She offered her hand to Basil, and he stared at it warily before very reluctantly going to take it.

"Um... nice to... meet you? I think..."

"Very nice!"

"... enough with introductions." Stranger sighed, shaking his head. "If you wish for the cycle to end, you must join us. Please..."

"No way!" Basil immediately snapped, glaring up at him. "Why would I do that?"

"It's the only way we're going to survive this."

"I don't believe you!"

"I only speak the TRUTH, flower boy. You should too, if you want this to be over."

"... I don't know what you're talking about."

Basil snatched up the key on the ground beside him, backing away again and putting his wings around himself in an almost protective stance.

"I'll die here before I join the likes of you!"

The words sent a shudder down Stranger's spine, and he flinched back before forcing himself to calm down.

"... die here you will. I thought you'd know that by now. But it seems we're going to keep our separate ways for longer than I hoped."

Basil ignored the warning and bolted through the first door he saw, leaving them alone again.

The group had searched through the entire forest, but still no sign of Basil anywhere. Finally, they went back to Mari in hopes to regroup- though their discouraged faces only made her worry grow.

"How's it going? Any sign of Basil yet?"

"No luck so far..." Hero sighed out. "We've searched the entire forest."

"Oh... I'm so sorry, guys. I wish I could help more..."

"We're all doing our best... but maybe we should look beyond the forest."

The idea suddenly made Kel speak up.

"I know! Why don't we try that really tall ladder east of the stump?"

The very mention of it made Sunny's stomach drop -- but luckily, Aubrey was there to defend him.

"We can't do that! Sunny's scared of heights, remember?"

"But what if Basil is up there somewhere? We gotta take our chances!" Kel insisted.

Aubrey huffed at him, crossing her arms. "I know, but--"

"Sunny..." Mari stepped in, going up to Sunny. "You're growing stronger every day. You can handle climbing a ladder... can't you? Come on, little brother! Face your fears!"

"It's natural to be nervous at first... but we all believe in you. You know that, right?" Hero reminded.

"Come on, Sunny! It just a ladder! What's the worst that could happen?" Kel chimed in again.

Aubrey and Omori both turned back to Sunny.

"I'm not sure about this, Sunny... do you think you're going to be okay?"

"There's no shame in saying you can't do it."

Sunny trembled a bit, a little overwhelmed by the sudden pressure, but he nodded.

"... I'll do it."

"Okay, if you're sure about it..! But don't forget... I'm here to back you up if you get too scared, okay?" Aubrey offered, and Sunny gave a small nod in response.

"Thanks, Sunny. You've got some real courage..." Hero nodded, smiling down at him. Wow...

The admiration couldn't last forever, though, and Kel's cheer interrupted them.

"WOO-HOO! Let's go, let's go! To the ladder east of the stump!" He exclaimed, jumping up and down, but Omori huffed at him.

"... too energetic."

The group said their goodbyes to Mari before they set off again, following the trail up to the ladder. The actual sight of it, however, made Sunny question his choice...

It was so tall that he couldn't see the end of it. Straight up into the sky...

"Remember what Mari said, Sunny..." Hero reminded. "You're stronger than you think."

"We're right here behind you!" Aubrey chimed in.

"And we'll be able to catch you if you fall!" Kel added, but that only earned a smack.

"Don't scare him, Kel! Don't listen to him, Sunny... you won't fall..."

"You can still back out, y'know." Omori reminded. "It's not too late."

Sunny stared up at the ladder, taking a deep breath. He could feel the shadows reaching to pull him back again, but he shook his head, clearing his mind.

You are no longer afraid of heights.

He grabbed onto the ladder and started to climb, hearing his friends cheer for him down below.

"Way to go, Sunny!"

"You've got this!"

Together they climbed up the ladder, admiring the stars as they went...

... little did they know, someone was watching them when they got to the top.

[object-show-headcanons]

Okay but consider this: fear of heights fan

[dziedietmeitas]

aesthetics for the entities, part ii.   bold what applies to your muse, italics what applies situationally or only in certain verses. rest of the fears here.  this is based on a horror podcast;  potentially triggering and / or upsetting content ahead!

viii.  the hunt.   sharp canines.  sore calves after a run.  the scent of blood. an adventure for the journey’s sake.  the adrenaline right before the kill.   a whistle’s echo.  the woods.  the doe eyes of a prey animal.   your own breath in the air.  sharpened claws.  being tracked.  fear of someone knowing your every movement.  hunting down monsters.  hide and seek.  running away only to end up where you started.  staying alive purely because the enemy enjoys seeing you run.  a set of footsteps behind you.  blood dripping from bare hands.  barks and growls.  focused eyes.  a victim going limp under your hands.  a mouth full of fresh blood.  catching the scent of something monstorous.  perfecting your craft.  peering into the dark and running after it.

ix.  the lonely.  an apartment too small for a double bed.  completely vacant streets.   waking up to see everyone gone.  fog.  point nemo.  a house too big to hear your family members in.  alone in a faceless crowd.  a mask with nothing behind it.  separated cubicles.  a deafening silence where joy should be.  a blinding spotlight.  the least missed in your friend group.  streets without lights in the windows. isolation.  not truly knowing your friends.  your friends not truly knowing you. need for silence.  fear of crowds. staring into space knowing nothing is looking back at you.  a ship alone at sea.  depression.  knowing your friends are better off without you.  talking to someone only to realise they’re gone.  a family too large to notice you there.  safety in being alone.

x.  the slaughter.   a game of tag.   senseless violence.  a true crime hobby. improvised weapons.  blinding rage.  intent to kill.  a horrific day in a quiet community.  a medal of bravery.  holding on to what validates your anger.  history books that spare no details. an injury you want revenge for.  war.  counting kills. songs of soldiers.  a knifeblock on the counter.  a pool of blood.  shellshock.  unspeakable horrors.  anger pushing you forward.   unimaginable pain. not seeing who will hurt you but knowing the pain is coming.  a fully human monster.  an authority sending its lessers to their deaths.  kill or be killed.  unedited wartime memoirs.  a weapons collection.  not knowing the names of who you kill.  too many to remember.  loss of hope.  there’s no heroes in war.

xi.  the spiral.  sleep deprivation.  corridors you can get lost in. maze puzzles that loop back on themselves.  losing possessions.  losing people.  losing your sanity.  corkscew curls.  rows of funhouse mirrors. optical illusions. a separate reality.  walking through the wrong door.   delusions.  not knowing what your hands are doing.  blank spaces in documents.  hallucinations.  wrong proportions.  a nameless thing.  a place that has never existed.  doubting your own mind.  blind faith.   losing track of names, labels, categories.  distorted sound.  an imperfection in a glass that twists the view. loss of time.  a garish colour.  doors that open to nowhere.  lies.  an unnatural laugh.  jokes and tricks.  illusions.  a doorway.  a sculptor with a wild imagination. limbs in impossible angles.  doing what’s fun, not what’s sensible. fractals you can get lost in.

xii.  the stranger.  wax figures.  a close approximation of a human face.  a borrowed appearance.  a strange smell.  glass eyes.  furs and pelts. a dance.  a song of a choir.  the uncanny valley.  stitching yourself together.   the colours of a circus.  a puppet with no strings.  mannequins.   glitter and sequin.  a stranger you’ve always known.  someone strange in the place of someone you knew.  stolen identities.  stolen skins.  a machine imitating humanity.  the anonymity of a service worker.  hiding in plain sight.  uncomfortable to look at.  a faked accent.  concealing. forgetting who you are.  forgetting who others are.  a replacement no one notices.  images that look posed.  the only one seeing the false face of someone.

xiii.  the vast. open spaces.  carnival rides going up and down.  fear of heights.   endless infinity around you. your insignificance in an universe.   stomach turning at a drop.  fear of not the crash down but the moment you slip.  the sway of a cable car.  an adventure holiday.  losing track of where the surface is.  miles and miles of nothing around you.   staring at the sky and feeling like you may fall into it.  loss of control.  a fall that doesn’t end in death.  glass floor to the view below.  terminal velocity.  the sound of wind in your ears.  a reach over the railing.  a jump from the top of the building.  falling into nothing.  feeling your feet let go of the ground.  a leap of faith.   motion sickness.

xiv.  the web.   undecipherable code.  a puppeteer holding the strings.  power over the weak-willed.  strings of fate.  manipulation.  an arranged accident.  a hundred minions doing your bidding.  cobwebs.  spiders.  a laid trap.   never voicing discomfort.  outwitting a cheater.  doing things without realising it.  red string across a corkboard. finding something lost where you were sure you checked.  power over the unrealiability of chance.  watching others dance for you.  an entangled death.  a thousand tiny lengs and fangs.  shady forum threads.  something important gone missing.  suspiciously disregarded case.  a missing witness.   connections.  the world wide web.  power of victimhood.  gullibility.   no control over your own decisions.  an invisible leash.  mass psychology.  a horror film in the making.  scapegoat.  never remembering to ask for a name.

+  the extinction.   the end of an era. apocalypse movies.  the alarms of warning systems.  a desolate landscape.  end of the world cults.  nihilism.  the last written history.  a changed world.  no survivors.  old prophecies. a thousand predicted ends.  a new chapter.  an end with no escape.   catastrophes.  a calendar counting down.  breaking point.   overindulgence.

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