#because im bad at platforming in the pitch dark

[rindomness]

i made this instead of playing the fucking level because i got scared. anyway. audrey where are you. i know im supposed to hate you but honestly im like 90% sure this is a mutually-fucked-over situation and i dont want to play dodge-the-spotlight any more

[miercolaes]

  ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️  ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️  ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️  ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️  ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️  ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️  ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️  ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️𝙾𝙾𝙲 : 𝙼𝙴𝙴𝚃 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙼𝚄𝙽

NAME? . . . vero is the alias, real name could be harder to remember since it's the romanian version of greek's rallou

PRONOUNS? . . . she / her, but idm if you use any other!

MOST ACTIVE MUSES? . . . wednesday will always be my favorite. but there's a bunch i'm hearing yelling in my head and they'll all be on my multi once i log back in and update the muse list!

RP PET PEEVES? . . . hatred. i've never been a victim of cyberbullying here, but i've seen people spreading hate. anonymously for the most part. i don't vibe with you if you sent hateful messages to anyone. i only feel bad for you, because there's nothing else of value to you instead of spreading hate. but know that you must grow up and let go of people you don't like. unless they're dangerous to you or the rp community, you're just making a fool of yourself. and i will always support those receiving the hate. thank you for those who handle them sad people spreading hate so well. i could never, the balkan inside of me would return the favor.

EXPERIENCE / HOW MANY YEARS? . . . 10 in total but on 2 platforms (if anyone wrote on ask.fm hi im glad you migrated and you're still here!)

FLUFF, ANGST OR SMUT? . . . my nature dictates only angst. i know how to crush my own heart and others in a way that isn't actually harmful. fluff is also nice and harder to write at least from my perspective. as for smut, i never wrote it per se, but i'm never declining the posibility if there's chemistry and the other mun is okay with it!

PLOTS OR MEMES? . . . i can't really pick here. plots are fun because we get to throw ideas and yell about how our muses would end up. but also memes!!! we can get as many scenarios possible to test how our muses would handle them. and lastly, even if it's not here, feel free to send anything, even random starters / memes that you feel like sending to any of my muses! if you thought about something your muse would do / say, then rest assured wednesday and i would be down to play it out. as long as we're both having fun, the sky is the limit!

TIME TO WRITE? . . . nighttime. sitting in pitch black with only my monitor on, when there's almost complete silence, close to the witching hour if possible. bonus points if there's a storm outside. otherwise, it depends on my schedule, i could also write in the mornings / afternoons if i'm available.

LONG OR SHORT REPLIES? . . . i tend to write long replies. the most i counted was roughly 900 words. it happens every so often when i get possessed by wednesday herself. i only start with something short like one liner if i want to write as many starters possible, though.

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S)? . . . for wednesday i think we're both into creepy, mysterious and spooky stuff, including paranormal and murder cases. i enjoy writing just like her and our sense of humor can be dark / morbid. i was and still am somewhat of an outcast, but unlike weds, i don't do it on purpose. i'm also very fond of moments of silence, hence why i mostly write at nighttime. there are also these lyrics that came to my mind from the addams family animated movies you don't wanna mess with me, cause if you mess with me you're messing with my family, which is lowkey relatable. i'm friendly and will take a load of crap before i snap. but if you threaten me or someone i care about, i'm suddenly the best private investigator, best lawyer and would fight someone one foot taller than me. it also helps that my family is the same for the most part. wednesday also grew up with a graveyard behind her house and my aunt and uncle do live in front of a cemetery, and i visit them whenever i can so there's that. i don't have spider pets but i don't kill them if i find them around the house, on the contrary, i give them names (they're always peter, pete, p.t. or smth among those lines) and tell them to catch flies and feast on them. my granny from dad's side was also dabbling with magic which was passed down to yours truly! that's all folks, there's probably more but i'm ending this here.

tagged by dnd master @freakarus

tagging : you, because i don't know if you've done it by now!

[shortstorytobetold]

You’re on your own

It's 11:11 am when I wrote this down, I'm suffering for long-lasting trauma that relapse every once a week. I guess I'm blaming other for any unfortune event in my life like how my mother told me, like how my father described me. I'm responsible for any unluckiness that's happening in my life, and yet I refused to believe it.

Mother, how does it feel to give a birth to someone so reckless, how does it feel when you found out my allergy pill's wrap on my bedroom

Father, how does it feel to watch your daughter making any bad decision in her life and blaming you until the sun goes down every day, how does it feel to find my cigarettes and you called mother just to tell her how you're such a failure

Mother, you don't deserve a child like me, you should give a birth to someone as bright as my sister, someone you can be proud of, someone who will say yes with whatever you want.

Father, you shouldn't be so harsh to my brother, he's the only son you have, he's carrying your blood and will inherit it to your grandson.

Kakak, how does it feel when I constantly hate your existence because you always outshined me when we grew up, how does it feel when gigih called you that afternoon telling you I might not make it, how does it feel when you cried to me, apologizing because you never want to be a person that outshined her sibling Adek, how does it feel when you found me in scatter in my bedroom, how does it feel to be the first person that witnessed im having paralyzed sleep, how does it feel when we hugged each other when mama packed her bag and aba slamming at any door at our house.

Ah, it hurts, recalling all those memories is hurting me.

Monica geller said she doesn't deserve any love that she ever received, and I felt that.

The wind that never existed in this room clouding and wrapping me, pull me into the sadness I always felt and I always cherished. Does time also stop for you too? Is it always be this hurts? Is it really that hard to be with me?

"I should be happy, at least this never-ending battle meets its end"

"Why I always find myself sitting in this empty and dark room, without any light? Do I really cherish emptiness, do I really cherish my trauma?"

"why grab onto it?"

I should just stop having this question in my head when I know all of this wrecking me, but I really do love my sadness.

I remember someone told me about ghost of the ocean, where people work at offshore slowly lost their mind because there's always a whisper, you can't be alone when you're in platform. i don't believe any of the story, but I believe that is not a ghost that driving them insane, it's the loneliness, black pitch ocean at night, the sound of the wave, thunderstorm, and 3 months doing basically nothing. Ghost of the ocean is not exist, the ghost inside your head is exist and live with you forever, so whether in the offshore or onshore, the ghost from black night you must survive, the loneliest you must endure, the time that basically stop, that's what makes you insane.

I lost my sanity here, nor I always have it to begins with, you thought you could live with it because that's what you did anyway, there's no option and there won't be any option. You wouldn't know, a city with average temperature up to 38 degrees could feel this cold, where sun is shining so bright outside your dark room, but you closed every curtain, it's on you. You lost yourself because you're rejecting any light that came into your life, one thing you did is to find a way how to make a coffee that makes you sleep forever in peace, reading any information they provided, read any chemical reaction your organ would transfer to your brain once you drink it, you had a thought to dilute some acid and drink it, put a pinch of sugar so you could taste a little sweet in your bitter life that you had full responsible with.

At the end, your long last trauma is because of you, you don't need to blame anyone else again, it's on you, if one day your parent finds your cold body lying on the floor of cardboard box and they send you back from anyplace you go to, inside wood coffin. Don't leave any notes which you blame them, just write you're sorry, and they deserve a mentally stable daughter that accept any flaws in her life and man up instead of taking a shortcut like this.

Dear everyone,

If one day all those things happens, I just want to apologize, at the end, im still the same coward, at the end I can't face it alone.

anyway,

this is all that i can say

[onlyplatonicirl]

my mind is an egg ligma

I had a dream that was SO WILD the other night that I literally can’t not tell tumblr dot com.

you dont  have to read this if you dont want im mostly recording this so I dont forget it in the future

it felt WILDLY realistic. Like its one of the most vivid dreams I’ve had in a while.

I was standing on the side of a skyscraper, as if it were the ground. You know how spiderman can just walk up walls? yeah, it was like that, although im pretty sure gravity was reversed in some way. I was barefoot and in sports shorts and a black t-shirt which is what i wore when I went to bed. When I looked behind me I could see all these cars on streets along the road, and I was having a panic attack over what would happen if gravity were to switch back and I were to fall?

The whole city ghosted over with a color palette of red orange yellow and purple, like a sunset. aesthetic-type deal. I could see the sun paint the whole sky pink and purple, making the windows reflect bright orange, but it was setting horizontally bc the whole world was skewed. I looked up to see a young man in a business suit, standing on the skyscraper just as I am.

“What if we fall?” I asked him, still extremely uneasy about looking behind me.

“We won’t” he replied. “I want you to follow me.”

the skyscraper windows opened upwards into a glass entrance way. he motioned for me to follow, and like a dumbass, i did.

I’m not sure if something happened after that but if it did then I forgot it.

however I DO remember where I ended up.

It was as dark as the void, pitch black everywhere. I was completely alone. I was standing on a small, flower shaped platform in the darkness. The platform was glowing and bright yellow, and floating, and it was very small. I knew that if I fell off of it I would fall into an abyss and I was terrfied, and every nerve was on edge. Then suddenly this spooky ass voice that boomed from literally everywhere was like

WELCOME. IT’S TIME TO BEGIN YOUR TRAINING.

and im like “thats GREAT but I feel like im about to faLL” and the voice was like 

THAT’S OK. I’VE SENT TWO ANGELS NAMED --------- AND ---------- TO PICK YOU UP WHEN YOU FALL. YOU’LL NEED THEM UNTIL YOU LEARN HOW TO SUMMON WINGS.

“UH,” I responded intellegently.

More of those glowing flowers bloomed from nothingness, forming a path through the darkness, until it reached an old stone archway perched on a grassy floating island.

So I did my best to hop along. It was extremely nerve wracking because I felt like I was going to slip and die any second, and I did actually fall a few times, but these two little creatures would catch me by my arms and carry me back up to where I fell. They looked like little ghosts, and they were squishy and soft and cute. One was green/yellow and the other one was blue. Their bodies kinda looked like the characters from the Pixar movie SOUL and they kept laughing and giggling everytime they picked me up, like they thought me falling and them catching me was a fun game. They were ridiculously cute little things.

Eventually I made it, and going through the archway took me to a grassy circular courtyard. The walls around me were grey brick and stones shaped into a spiral beneath my feet, and the whole place was overrun by grass and flowers, but not in a way that made it look bad. It looked beautiful - the sun was beating down in rays and it was so happy and bright.

And in my hands materialized this glowing yellow sword.

I dont remember what happened next but I remember the voice said it was my real mother.

So after having that dream, I’ve come to 2 conclusions:

1. I unknowing smoked a truckload of marijuana 

2. im actually god and my whole life is a lie